#GUY OF ALL TIME. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE IS UNWELL

[milkmily]

Invitation [Zayne] ²

Zayne x non mc! Reader

Sum. You and Zayne got an invitation to a wedding, but it was to attend the wedding of the people you two love, both heartbroken. (Angst(?), a bit of Sylus x reader, There is comfort in a way ig idk guys I suck at this lol enjoy), Zayne might be written a bit ooc so I am sorry about that guys, again I apologize for typos as well.

Layla is MC(my mc/ oc)

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It had been a two weeks since the wedding. That night Zayne had driven you to the hotel you had stayed at. You wouldn't Stop crying on the ride there, your makeup now ruined after crying so much. Zayne had to tell Layla that he had to leave eventually and that he was taking you back home. For a second he saw Sylus expression on his face as he saw you looking down, your shoulders shaking as you sobbed. He was about to say something but Zayne knew you wouldn't want to talk to Sylus so he wrapped his arm around you, giving you shoulder a gentle squeeze to reassure you and said, “let's go.”

You two stayed in the car until you calmed down. Zayne looks at you and asks, “how are you?” And you chuckled. He saw that his question was possibly a stupid question and you just spoke, told him everything. How you had fallen in love with Sylus, the little and big things you loved about him and how much regret you had for not telling him how you felt sooner. “Even so, would he have loved me? I mean, he already had his eyes on her.” You say and Zayne says nothing back. He doesn't know what to say. “He asked me to tell him what I've been hiding But I couldn't. He can read me so well that I hate it because it makes me love him more.”

Zayne looks at your hand and holds it. You looked at him and just sigh. “Sorry, i- I said too much and-”

“It's fine.” He says. “I understand.” And he did. So well. He knew how you felt. “You loved her too huh?” you ask and he looks down at the steering wheel. He nods. You nod back and say, “tell me.” And he does. He says how much he had loved Layla, when he knew he fell In love, everything about her. And when he was done, it felt as if a huge boulder was taken off his shoulders. He looks at you and you nod. “I guess we both are the same in a way?” You chuckled. You Soon said your goodbyes And he looked at where you had sat a couple of seconds ago. It was a piece of paper. Your number on it.

He didn't contact you. He still had the paper with him wherever he would go. Home, work, his office, at a Cafe, his lunch, even in the bathroom. He just stared at the number with your name on it and yet, he just couldn't contact you. Zayne was in his office as he was staring at the paper once again. It had some wrinkles here and there but it was still good. He looks at the time and back to the paper. He grabbed his phone and clicked on the phone icon. He started to dial the numbers and once the last number was in, he stopped. What if you were busy? What if you didn't Know him? What if-

“Hello?” He looked at his screen and his eyes were wide. He accidentally called you. He quickly clears his throat as he pressed the phone on his ear and said “Hello?”

“Who is this?”

“Um, it's Zayne.” It goes quiet for a second. “Ahh! Zayne! Hi! How have you been?” You say, your tone completely changing. He smiles and says, “I've been alright. I found the paper you left just now.” What a lie but he can't just say he had been avoiding you. “It's alright.” You say.

On the other line though, you were just in bed, holding the phone to your ear. You Haven't left your bed all morning. Nothing important is happening anyways. Sylus and Layla went on a honeymoon of two months so you went back to your home at Linkon City. “Well, now you have my number…” you say. And it's almost as if his doctor's instincts clicked.

“Are you feeling unwell? You don't sound well.” You smiled and said, “Uhh, I got sick.” which you did from staying outside your house the whole night passed out drunk from a friends party. “Oh, is it serious?”

“No, no, just a cold is all.”

It goes quiet. You wanted to end the call but Zanye then says, “I get off work soon. If you'd like, I can bring you some medicine and probably something to eat. It isn't good for you to be doing a lot of activities.” You weren't anyways. “Ah, yeah. That sounds fine.” You say. The call ends with you giving him your address And you lay there. You looked at Your room and saw the mess. Great. Now you need to clean.

You cleaned the whole house. It was honestly a mess. Having a guest over wouldn't have been the best. That's when The doorbell rings. You anxiously walked up To it, grabbed the handle and opened it. “Hi Zayne.” You smiled at him. He nodded at you and you allowed him inside. He Slips off his shoes and walks inside. It was nice. Your house felt Like home. “Where can I set these at?” He asks and you point at the counter close to the kitchen. He places them down and walks up to you. “May I?” He asks and you nod, confused at him. The back of his hand touches your forehead and you shiver at how cold it was. “I Apologize if it's too cold, I had surgery today.” he says. “It doesn't seem like you have a fever.” He says and looks inside the bag. “But do take these, and also some vitamins as well.” He hands you a small pill and a gummy vitamin. You smiled at the gummy. You're used to seeing those huge pills you struggle to swallow. So a gummy is better.

You weren't even sure how it happened but he had you wrapped up in a blanket, made you wear warm socks, and had you sit down and watch you finish your soup. “It has everything you need in there.” He says. You moved your spoon around and saw that it had everything except carrots. “There aren't any carrots though.” You say and he looks away. “Carrots aren't necessary.” He says. You raised a brow at this and said, “But all doctors say it's good?”

“Doctors lie as well.” He said and you laughed. “Oh, so you're lying to me too?” Zayne says nothing and looks around the cabinets in the kitchen. “Where are the mugs at?” You shook your head at the topic change and brushed it off. “The top left one with a sticker on it.”

Zayne made two hot chocolates. One for you and one for himself. He sat next to you as he sipped his chocolate and watched you eat your soup. “So, is this doctor not a fan of carrots or is the theory about carrots giving you a better vision a lie?” You asked.

He sides eyes you and quickly looks away. “I don't like carrots.” He says. “Ah, I see why.” He quickly turns to you, having a very obvious puzzled look. You point At your eyes and say, “You are wearing glasses kinda explains it.” He looks away and chuckles. Something in you made you happy seeing the doctor laugh at your dumb joke. “I suppose so.” He says.

You giggled and looked at the mug next to his. You moved close to him, your chest on his shoulder as you tried to grab the mug. Zayne looks down at you and asks, “what are you doing?”

“My chocolate.” You say. Zayne looks at you and then at the mug. He nods and hands it to you. “You should have just said so.” He says.

Zayne had planned to stay maybe for an hour or two just to check on you the next day. But he didn't think He'd end up staying and talking to you, opening up about you.

The wedding topic got brought up once again. And then the honeymoon.

“I haven't been at work for like two weeks Now. I wonder when they will be back?” You say as you look at the empty bowl. “Where do you work exactly?” he asked. You can't exactly say you work at the N109 Zone with the onychinus leader. “At a supermarket.” You say. Dumb ass excuse but he ate that right up

“Oh, interesting.” He says. Well, now that sounds like a ‘wtf Why’ Thing.

“The honeymoon happened and now the small shop is closed. I get paid either way but being stuck at home sucks.” You say and take a sip of your chocolate. You turn to look at him and ask, “How are you feeling?” And he knew what you meant. “The same.” Is all he says. It may seem something short to say but it can mean So much and you know. You both did. You both were so heart broken, lonely, and hurt. You just nod, agreeing with him. “At times I don't even want to leave my bed…” You say as you hold the warm mug. “I also wonder what it would've been like…” you mumbled and Zayne nodded. He did too. He did it when he fell in love with her, When He got the wedding invitation, at the wedding, when they danced together, and when he said goodbye to her before she left for her honeymoon.

He did all the time and even now.

“The dance…” you say and he looks at you. “It felt as if we did…” you stopped and looked down at your lap. He knew. It felt as if you two did Get married, became what you had wanted and wished. “I just closed my eyes and imagined.” and once they opened, you were back to your horrible reality. Zayne said nothing but yet, you knew what he wanted to say too. So all he said was, “I know…”

Zayne looked at the time on his phone as he Sat alone in his office. He had about 20 minutes left before he could go home and relax. He felt anxious though. Not sure of what exactly. But he needed to do something. He took his glasses off, setting them down on the desk and sighs as he ran his fingers through His soft black hair. He closed his eyes and he saw you. He remembered how you laughed at his jokes, how close you two were when you went to grab the mug that was sitting next to him, your eyes that looked tired and broken yet they shined as They looked at his own. He opened his eyes and stood up.

It's almost as if he'd disconnected and connected back again. He was at the front door of your house, a bag of soup at hand again and some cough drops. You were probably feeling better than yesterday but he was eager to see you again. “What am I doing?” He asks himself and the door suddenly opens. He sees you Again, this time better. you had more color in you, less paler Than yesterday. The medicine and soup must have helped. He saw how red your nose was though from how irritated it was because of tissue after tissue.

“Zayne? What are you doing here?” You asked. “I brought you more soup and cough drops.” He holds the bag up for you to see. You looked around inside Your house and allowed him inside. He walks inside and is welcomed with a mess. How can it have gotten that messy in a day? It didn't matter anyways. You seemed to shy away avoiding eye contact. “Sorry about the mess.” You Say and he shook his head. “No, don't. You're still sick and need to rest.” He says. You looked at him and chuckled. “Whatever the doctor says.” You joke.

You ate your soup as Zayne ate some of the sweets he got for himself on the way here. It was quiet but not uncomfortable like last time. The quietness brings you two comforts. You looked at the soup and saw the orange carrots. “This time carrots doctor?” You ask and he looks away. “Carrots are good for you.”

“Ah, now I don't Know if you are lying to me or not?” You joked. Zayne Chuckles and shakes his head. “No.”

You talked first, you always do, he noticed that. You are always the one to start a conversation. You ask him about his day, how work was, what exactly he does, and he answers them all.

“Wait! You went to college at what age!? My god that's crazy!” You say as you heard him talk about his past. He nodded and smiled at your reaction. He always gets this reaction but coming from you was funny. He then remembered Layla. Her reaction was the same as well, and he had reacted the same as well. Sudden guilt filled him. But why?

“You are such an interesting person, Zayne. I mean, it sort of made sense because you are young and in the medical field already.” You say. “Also, I see you keep to yourself a lot.”

“Being the youngest with a class Full Of people not your age can be hard.” He said as he held the sweet up and took a bite. And he's right. Your first job wasn't The best as your coworkers were much older then you and it was hard getting along with them. You looked at your phone as it rang and rang. You granned it, opened it. Zayne saw a shine in your eyes as your eyes scanned the bright screen. Your thumb moved and suddenly the shine in your eyes was gone. “Ah, Sylus Is sending me photos of the honeymoon…” Zayne had expected you to show them, he was eager to see them Himself as well, to see Layla. To see how she is doing, what she is doing, but you turned your phone off and lay the phone face down. “Um, Zayne, I'm sorry to ask but Is it possible for you to leave early?” You had asked, not looking at him, your head low as your shoulders shook. He heard a soft gasp leave your lips. You were crying.

He looked away and nodded. He should have stayed, comforted you, but he left. Zayne stopped at the door, hesitant to leave. But you hear the door click. You had hoped he'd stay but you asked him to leave. And you sat there, crying as you wiped your tears away and more came out. Sylus and Layla looked so happy in those photos. Why must they be happy as you suffer alone? Your hands tremble as you cry alone.

As he walks to his parked car, Zayne's phone rings. He sees it's a text from Layla and he opens it, photos of the honeymoon. He held tightly to the car door handle as he saw how happy Layla looked, her hand wrapped around Sylus shoulder as he snapped the photo. He turns his phone off and sighs.

Zayne's eyes went wide as he saw you sitting outside of his office in the waiting area after two days had passed when he left. Two hot coffees at hand. You smiled softly at him and said, “I got you something to drink.” and all he thought about was Layla. How she'd be waiting for him while he had a surgery and she'd always have something at hand. Coffee, soda(which he isn't a big fan of but he knew she bought it off the vending machines here), his favorite macaroons, anything Really.

But he felt guilty thinking about Layla. It's wrong. He shouldn't compare you to her. You aren't her.

Zayne allowed you inside and thanked you for the coffee. He was curious now as to why you'd come here. And he noticed something too, your voice Sounds better, no longer stuffy and runny. You weren't sick anymore. “Sorry to ask, but why Did you come here?”

“I wanted to ask if you were possibly free tomorrow?” His eyes go slightly wide and he tilts his head. A text can also be sent, why didn't you do that? “Is your phone not working?” he asks. You chuckled and shook your head. “It is, but I talk better in person than in text.” Zayne Nods and sat down on his chair. He sees you sit across from him. Your eyes Looking Everywhere but at him. The degrees on his wall, the paintings, the books, shelves, everything. And finally your eyes landed on a photo of him and Layla. He remembered her taking him to take photos with him a lot of times but this one he liked the most because of her smile, how happy she looked with her glasses on.

You looked away from it, feeling uncomfortable. “Tomorrow I am free, what would you want to do?” He asks. “Well, all we have done the past two days ago was I Eat soup and you drink or eat something sweet. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed that time but maybe going on a walk is better? Eat at a restaurant? Cafe?” You say and sigh. “I'm going to be honest, I feel like my house is super depressing. And you also need to go out and enjoy some time as well besides being a doctor.” You say while smiling at him. He raised a brow and you nervously sigh. “Go out with me, please Zayne.” Your eyes go wide quick as you notice what you say. “As friends! Sorry!” He chuckles and nods. “It's fine. And yes, tomorrow. Maybe a walk would be nice.” He says

You smiled at him but your smile didn't reach how it usually does. How your eyes shine. He had noticed before but your eyes are puffy. Had you cried again? About what this time? “Are you alright?” He says and he sees how the tears start to build up in your eyes. He froze for a second and you looked away. “Sylus called me. He asked how I was and all that…” she says. “But it hurts hearing his voice again..” your voice cracking. If he hears Layla's voice again what would happen to him? He looked at you and said, “it's alright to feel this way.” You looked at him and cried. He placed a hand on top of yours to try and comfort you, and it did. Because this time, he didn't leave you. But as he looked at you, he thought of Layla. How he would have reacted if he heard her voice again. Would he react the same or differently? He feels guilty again. You're crying and here he is thinking of Layla. He felt selfish.

“What kind of coffee did you give me?” He asked as he grabbed it and took A sip. You looked up at him and grabbed a tissue, wiping your tears away. “Um, dark coffee.” but it was already too late as the coffee hit his taste buds, making him choke on the coffee. You saw his reaction and laughed. He looks at you and says, “i'm not really a big fan of dark coffee.” you nod as you laughed and said, “Yeah, i just saw it happen right now!”

It had been a month already since you and Zayne started to talk. He'd tell you his schedule and you'd tell him yours, even though you are on vacation right now. Sometimes you'd be outside his office With something at hand. At first you would bring things he wasn't really a big fan of, such as bringing him a carrot cake. Which he just simply glared at the cake and you ate it instead.

On one walk, it had started to snow. You two decided to walk around after his shift ended since you saw how stressed he looked. “You'll get wrinkles, Dr. Zayne.” You say as your hands were stuffed in your puffy jacket. He chuckles. Zayne had on his thick black coat. It did say in the weather that it would snow but it Wasn't exactly known at what time yet. People walked by and chatter was around them.

Zayne saw you stop at a bench and sit down. You sigh and say, “Your evol is snow?” You asked him. He raised a brow, he never mentioned it but Layla must have. “Yes.”

“Make something.” You giggled as you oat the empty space on the bench. Zayne hesitates and sits down anyways. “Can you make a snowman out of your evol or a cat?” You asked. He gave you a puzzled look and nodded. You happily smiled and said, “can you make me a small little kitty?”

He holds his hands together and you See sparks happen. Your eyes glow at the sight of it. But they slowly moved to look at Zayne. He seemed super Concentrated and His eyes moved to yours. You two stare at each other. The eye contact breaks as he moves away to look down. You looked at where he went to look at and there it was, a small little blob kitty in his hands. He poked two small little eyes and made whiskers on it. He grabbed your hand, making you hold your palm out and laid it there. It wasn't heavy and it wasn't cold to your surprise too. You looked at the snow kitty and giggled at how adorable it was. That's when you saw a small little snowflake land next to it, and then another. You quickly Looked up and saw how snow started to fall slowly. You looked at Zayne and saw him staring back at you but he had a different look. His eyes shined as they looked at yours. The white snow was so noticeable on his black hair, it looked nice to see as well. His glasses had some snow in them as well. Some fog appeared as he breathed. He smiles and says, “it's snowing.” your heart skipped a beat and you looked away. His smile made you shy away. It was rare to see and seeing it made your heart react. “Yes, it is…” you mumbled as you stared down at the snow kitty.

As the weeks went by you would bring snacks He liked. And to your surprise, this cold workaholic man loves sweets. He has one huge sweet tooth. You thought you were at the top of your sweet tooth but nope, he is! That it even caused him to have a cavity which was funny accompanying him to his dentist appointment and him ignoring the doctor's orders.

Today you got ready, fixed your hair, put perfume on, And glossed. As you stare at your Own reflection you are shy. Lately you've been feeling so anxious. And it always happens around Zayne. You smile at every little thing he does really. How he holds his pen, how he talks, how easily it is to get him off guard by anything you really say, laugh at his jokes, talk with him so comfortablely, and most of all, you enjoy your time with him. It's just the damn anxiety and you've felt it before. It was with Sylus. But now that you think of him, the dance you two shared, the memories, you Feel Nothing, not the same as you do now with Zayne. At times you think you've moved on too fast but it just means you've healed.

You had a small box of macaroons at hand. You walk up to Your door and you're met with a chest. You quickly look up and your eyes go wide. It was Sylus. And he had that look you knew too well that meant either he was disappointed or hurt. “Can I talk to you?” He asks.

You hesitate, and move to the side, allowing him inside. As you look at Sylus you sigh and pray that Zayne doesn't get disappointed you didn't show up.

Zayne had just finished a surgery, it was a successful one and he thanked Everyone that had helped. As he held the patient's files at hands and walked to his office he thought of you. Zayne couldn't really Stop thinking of you and what was the next snack or drink you'd bring this time. He walked inside the elevator and took his phone out. It was a text you had sent to him an hour before the surgery.

Good luck ( ≧∀≦)ノ A surprise awaits you

He chuckles at the text and texted. I Can't wait. I wonder what it will do today.

The elevator comes to a stop with a ding, the doors opening. As he stepped out, He felt anxious. He's come To notice this. That when he's around you, he can be himself and he enjoys that. He likes to hear you ramble About anything really. Or when you two go out on his days off, he always makes time for you. Even in his office. Of course, that isn't professional of him but he does let you in from time to time(which ends up being almost everyday).

As he approached his office he looked at the sitting spot you always wait at and instead, he was met with red hair, red hair he remembers all so well. It was Layla. His steps became slower, both expecting her there. He expected to see you jump right up from the chair with something at hand. She had puffy eyes and looked Down. She looked up at Zayne and sighs. “Zayne…” She called his name as she walked up To him and hugged him tightly. The hug almost felt like she was too scared of letting him go.

He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her once again, his heart aching as he heard her sobbing. He could smell her perfume he loved so much that he honestly forgot how it smelled before because he got used to yours. Layla's perfume brought so many memories to him that it made his heart ache, that same ache he felt before. And suddenly, he was right back at square one.

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[mapofsouthdakota]

Maps rambles - Floating Floraletter

Or: Feral Feelings, Flushed Face, Full-body Freakout

Floating Floraletter has officially delivered the most heart-wrenching moment of my entire gaming career.

I’m so happy. I’m so sad. I’m emotionally shredded and spiritually uplifted. Thank you to this game for ruining me in the most beautiful way possible.

10/10 would cry again.

I’m literally crying as I write this, so if the writing’s a mess. I apologize, but also… blame him.

✉️ The letters

First of all, the audacity this man has, leaving us these letters like it’s fine. AND THEY JUST KEEP GETTING WORSE. What do you mean I’ll think about you when I make your stupid jam after you’re DED??? I think about you all the time, Caleb!!! And that jam? It’s gonna be 99% saltwater because I’m crying into it like a broken Victorian widow. (Also we know he already wrote us love letters and hid them in our backpack, just to remove them later ommmggg)

He LITERALLY tells us in one letter to stay away from guys who make us cry!! Caleb, what do you MEAN by that?! You ARE the guy who makes me cry and I physically cannot stay away from you

Jesus Christ, Caleb.

💊Yeayeayea give this man some pills

Ouuuhhhfff, Infold, I curse you!!! Thank you so much for reminding us that our boy is just a little mentally unstable… as if we could ever forget(:

It’s just so easy to get swept up in all the genki vibes and overlook the fact that he’s a deeply complex, emotionally layered man.

👋🏻 Goodbye I SAID NO

WHEN can we just be with this man already?! The yearning! The constant thrill-seeking! CAN HE JUST QUIT HIS JOB ALREADY?!?! The casual “oops I got blown up again” while leaving us alone—it’s killing me. At this point, can we just go full yandere and lock him in a cage?? I mean seriously. Enough is enough, Caleb. Stay.

🙂‍↕️ Final simp full send

At this point, I’d sell my kidneys, my liver, and personally hand over my heart for this fictional man.

Just. Look at him.

This digital creature is the most mind-boggling thing ever created. Tell me I’m wrong. You can’t.

I’m about to quote Sleep Token like it’s scripture:

He’s not acid nor alkaline,

Caught between black and white,

Not quite either day or night,

He’s perfectly misaligned.

And I am perfectly unwell.

I barely remain,

Maps 🫶🏻

[kayvsworld]

the fact that the first time tony ever puts the suit on he immediately tries to break the altitude record for fixed wing flight. zero tests just "idk let's see if this thing can make it past 85 thousand feet" what is WRONG WITH HIM

[bmpmp3]

the really beautiful landscape/skyscape animation in makoto shinkai's works tends to be the big thing i see focused on and that is understandable and deserved like the weather and lighting effects are unREAL but i do think we should also appreciate how absolute insane the plotlines of his original movies get. at least two movies with in universe catastrophes with major ecological implications. the guns and explosions. theres that one movie i havent seen yet with the guy who turns into a chair (?)

[thepitlanepress]

SPORTS CAR [2] –

↳ lando norris + singer!piastri!reader

⌗ :: masterlist

⌗ :: a/n: ok im lazy so its the same intro pics. also in my head sports car = lando like i dont make the rules. a little something before i go on break for a whileee

⌗ :: pt1 ,, a bet not so bad ,,

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ynofficial

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ynofficial and yet another post that has no cohesion (or explanation) and yet im posting it anyway :)

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user1 ok so.. my jaw dropped.

user2 the entire grid posting about this in one morning im unwell.

user3 why is there a photo of lando.... why is he featuring more than the others...

f1 it was lovely to see everyone awake and together against their will this morning

ynoffical it was totally worth the 4am start

user4 f1 admin how i love you

user5 this post makes no sense yet so much sense at the same time

user6 my thoughts are simply lanyn

landonorris how dare u post that picture of me

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ynofficial

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ynofficial we're so back baby!!! hello londonnn

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landonorris have u decided yet?

ynofficial tf leave me alone lando

landonorris i just want an answer excuse me

user1 ur right i want answer to whatever this is about

user2 i literally died the show was my favourite thing in existence

user3 and if i sobbed bc i didn't get tickets

user4 im still waiting for an answer to the 27 posts from the drivers and her

user5 release another song from the album PLEASE

ynofficial sooon 😉

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landonorris

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landonorris im your guy, i wont waste your time, lets go ride, lets go ride

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user1 LIVES WERE CHANGED

user2 unfortunately im going to need answers NOW

oscarpiastri no.

landonorris yes.

ynofficial stop.

ynofficial u nearly tipped the cart for that photo, you still owe me a favour for that

landonorris its not forgotten if you say yes.

oscarpiastri say no

landonorris you're not apart of this

oscarpiastri i am now

user3 SAY YES TO WHAT?!?!?!

user4 im starting a lanyn support group for all of the emotional turmoil you're putting us through

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f1unofficial y/n l/n and lando norris were seen leaving a wedding this weekend in between y/n's famous tour, when they were asked what they were doing, y/n responded with "i lost a bet and an argument with him so i had no choice"

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user1 its bad, im getting updates from f1unofficial oh god help me

user2 they just need to announce that they're in love and getting married to the world and everything will be right again

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ynofficial

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ynofficial a little something while u wait for the album... sports car out now ! go check out the mv <3

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user1 i need two to seven work days to recover from the music video

user2 she had ALL the drivers feature??? the power.

user3 no no back up WHY WAS LANDO POSTING THESE LYRICS DAYS BEFORE?????

user5 GIVE ME ANSWERS PLEASE

landonorris i stole the show in the mv

user4 shut up im still not over her going to ur mom's vow renewal

oscarpiastri the only time i'll ever accept u driving in a ferrari or a mercedes

ynofficial i drove a mclaren too??

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[joejhang]

tgr spoilers !!!

ive JUST finished it it is 2am where i am rn these r my very incoherent and chaotic first thoughts:

canon jeandrew interaction SAVE ME the way they talk about neil makes me sick god GOD

the interview...everything surrounding it...hannah bailey when i catch u...

FUCKBOY JEREMY KNOX YOU OWN ME GOD HE'S ACTUALLY HHHHHHH

jeremy i'm sorry i was truly TRULY unfamiliar with your game

reading this like: oh jeremy gets BITCHES (leo, faser, elias, the sheldon guy???, mystery guy with the shirt and cologne, dexter...this is getting out of hand)

NEIL...get UP my baby bunny GET UP GIRL

sorry but the image of neil getting his ribs bashed in and curling up on the floor of the court in a ball...like that's my shayla...that's my bunny rabbit what the fuck ru doing to him....

grayson's dead WHO ELSE CHEERED

kevjean...oh they make me sick they make me SO SO SICK the way they interact with each other...there's so much flavour oh god

kevin being like "did u actually read any of the trojans' articles or where u too busy staring at jeremy's photos-" and jean elbowing him to shut him up KEVJEAN YOU ARE SO DEAR TO ME

kevin defending jean to the press YEP YEP I KNEW IT WHAT DID I FUCKING SAYYYYY

wow jer's backstory is even MORE fucked up and messy than i thought

that MESSY AHH ravens v foxes game...andrew's broken CLAVICLE god i was shaking

INSANE jerejean scene when they were getting ready for the banquet absolutely INSANE

jeremy lore goes CRAZY

andrew and his insanely acute gaydar...how i love you

andrew asking jean if grayson touched neil...andreil you make me so sick so insanely unwell about them

kevin and andrew not knowing abt neil's little visit to jean is SO funny to me

NEIL STILL BEING A LOUDMOUTHED LITTLE SHIT TO THE PRESS UGH I LOVE YOU SO

"fuck what i deserve. what about what i want?" modern poetry. to me.

jean beating bryson's ass...laila was SO real for being like that was so sexy...as a lesbian too...real asf

more of jeremy being a piece of shit please i love it so much jean was right it makes him SO much more interesting

kandrew and kevneil still going strong

jerejean is absolutely insane in this book like...it would be less obvious if they kissed tbh

"give me a name. i will kill him." GO FERAL JEAN GO FERAL GOD HE IS. SO FINE.

the way jean staring at annalise left a bad taste in MY mouth asw, jer real asf for getting jealous

jabberwocky moreau you are MINE

"why can't you fuck someone who respects you?" wow. what do i even say to that. wow.

teenage dirtbag jeremy is real and dear to me. sneaking into his ex-situationship's house through the window??? jumping down and stealing his mother's roses??? he's so sexy i'm sorry

JEAN you are HEALING how i love this man

"he's handsome. the dog is cute, too." AHHH RENEE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

i like how the "spicy scenes" in this book were literally all just jer's hookups with random guys every five chapters or so

service top jeremy...he's like...always on my mind

jeremy CLOCKING kevjean so fast was crazy to me and kevin clocking jerejean asw...the trio we didn't know we needed

cody noticing the way jean says jeremy's name had me CRYING they were so real for that

cody and jean the best duo ever methinks

i like how every time jean thinks of jeremy in a romantic way he immediately backtracks and is like "let's not think about this"

"emotional procrastination" is one of the funniest terms i've ever heard

jean kissing cat's temple...he makes me violently, violently ill

jeanneil save me...i will always come back to you...

will not be recovering any time soon do not attempt to contact me

[kiemiu]

more boyfriend chris headcanons | ( fem!reader ) fluff + soft hours. established relationship headcanons wc 911 (library) + (request)

boyfriend!chris whose first instinct is to protect you. whenever there's a loud sound nearby, he's quick to pull you into him and cradle your head. if there's someone being creepy nearby and he notices that you're uncomfortable around them, he'll pull you behind him, gently rubbing his thumb against your wrist to soothe your worries, and remind you that he's there and that you have nothing to worry about.

boyfriend!chris who gets cuteness aggression around you. he just can't help it. all you have to do is simply exist around him and he's suddenly squealing like a kid in a candy store. he'll latch onto you like a leach and start swinging you around while nuzzling his head into your neck and 'unintentionally' cooing at you in a baby voice.

boyfriend!chris who is the best gossip buddy. anytime you give him a certain look, he knows he's in for a good tea session. the both of you will sit and gossip about other couples, and people you met in passing for hours. he always has the inside scoop on something, and whenever his ears happen to catch onto some extra juicy drama, you're the first person he'll run to yap about it with. he's actually the biggest gossip, and truthfully most of his friends aren't safe, because as soon as they say "can i tell you a secret? you can't tell anyone else though." he immediately excuses you and his brothers from that statement, cause his ears are yours.

boyfriend!chris who adores your laugh. he's suddenly the biggest comedian whenever he's around you. always cracking jokes, and throwing in one-liners into every conversation the two of you have just so he can hear you laugh. he adores it so much, and some of his favorite moments consist of just the two of you together in the quiet confines of his room, crying laughing at stupid memes.

boyfriend!chris who won't leave your side when you're sick. as soon as he gets word that you're feeling unwell, he's doing everything in his power to help you get back to health. he'll look up every method on the internet to help you, almost to the point it becomes overwhelming. after he sets you up with blankets, medicine, and you're well fed, he'll sit by the side of your bed and will refuse to leave you alone.

boyfriend!chris who loves to play online games with you. he'll buy a nintendo switch just to play your favorite games with you like animal crossing, and mario kart. other times, he'll beg matt to let you use his pc which he does most of the time, but for everyone's convenience, chris ended up buying you a new pc so he could play games with you whenever. he'll play all types of video games with you, going from scary, to adventure, to mystery. he'll play it all, your discord calls probably go up to being 8 hours long with the amount of games you play in one sitting. he'll also def try to get you into fortnite, and will most-likely carry you throughout most matches, he still wouldn't choose anyone else to duo with.

boyfriend!chris who remembers the little things. any allergy you have, your favorite desserts, your biggest fears, all of it is stored in the back of his mind. he could name any fact about you in an instant, he can tell you things that you don't even remember telling him. it's honestly a bit surprising but it always makes you feel seen as his partner. he pays attention to everything you do and say, even the smallest of habits.

boyfriend!chris who makes an effort of making time for you. he always sets aside time for you. he's a busy guy with a full schedule, so whenever he has some free time to spare, he'll plan something for the both of you to do together. he turns his phone off when he's out with you just incase someone tries to cut in on that time. if someone tries to sway his decision of doing something else instead of being with you, he'll shoot it down immediately. always saying something along the lines of "i gotta get back home to my baby."

boyfriend!chris who calls you his wife. before you even started dating he called you his girlfriend, but now that you're actually a couple, he calls you his wife. he always uses you as an excuse, saying things like "ahh, the wife's not gonna like this one." and "my wife said i should be back home by 9 'cause she's cooking dinner tonight." when in reality you never said those things, he just wants to get back home to you. on other occasions he just likes to do it because he fully believes in having that future with you. "happy wife, happy life."

boyfriend!chris who loves you for not judging him. chris always feels like people look at him a little differently from his brothers. he falls under people's scrutiny all the time for being weird, loud, annoying, and as much as he likes to pretend that those comments don't hurt him, they really do. so, you've become a personal safe-haven for him. whenever he starts to feel beaten down by the ruthlessness of people's opinions he always goes to you for comfort. he doesn't feel lonely or isolated anymore knowing that you see him for him.

' 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ' 🥡: @emely9274 @ginswife @chrisstvrns @conspiracy-ash @sturnina @lovetaylorrussellgrr @nervoussagittarius @sacaydia @chrissturnsss @hearts4werka @chrisprincesss @koilaniazul @starsforu @sturn777 @sturniolosiphone @chrisfavoritewhore @sturnsmia @leaningoutthewindow

[lexirosewrites]

It's not much of anything but I've been reading a bunch of steddie mafia omegaverse and other variations on Eddie saves Steve from A Circumstance stories (specifically Stay With You by MysteriousMidnight) and they always have Steve is a more submissive role after being subjected to The Horrors (which I eat up with a spoon).

But for whatever reason, I have a very specific scene in my mind of big, strong omega Steve running barefoot down the street after giving his caprots the slip and running right into alpha Eddie who is either very rich or in some kind of position of power. Eddie is like, hey let me help you I'll distract these guys chasing you and then I can help you out.

He gets the guys going in the wrong direction and then goes to find Steve, who ducked down an alley. His feet are all cut up and he's not properly dressed so Eddie offers to carry him back to his place. Steve is visibly suspicious but he doesn't have any other options so he lets Eddie wrap his jacket around him for modesty and to keep him hidden to carry him home. Eddie struggles with his weight but he Will Not admit that or tap out.

When they get to his place, Eddie brings him to the bathroom to get him cleaned up but as soon as he goes to poke at the omega's feet, Steve punches him right in the face. He runs into the first room he sees while Eddie is clutching his nose and locks himself in.

Steve only agreed to come along because he didn't have another choice but all he really sees is another alpha and alphas are Bad and he's not going to let one take him again without a fight.

Eddie isn't mad but he is confused and stressed out because Steve seems half feral and unwell. He spends the next couple of days leaving things for Steve outside the guestroom door, the room Steve ran into, and talking to the omega through the door. He tells him about himself and promises he just wants to help.

Eventually Steve starts poking his head out but he usually spends his outside time sizing Eddie up and telling him he's not going to submit and that he will punch him again if he gets too close or tries anything.

Eddie falls in love almost instantly. There really isn't any reason for him to because Steve always smells pissed off and threatens him and never shows any kind of interest in Eddie for the first handful of months. The omega is beautiful and Eddie can see that, but he is really just enamored with Steve for the everything else about him.

Eventually, after many months, Steve starts to calm down and register that he's in a safe environment. It's still a long road of healing and figuring out the legalities of him escaping his situation, but he does fall in love with Eddie later down the line. He's always wary and a little feral, but he does come to embrace some of the omegan habits he wasn't allowed to have in his old life and become a happier person.

Idk I just think that while Steve is SUCH a loverboy he's also a fighter and after a traumatic period of time without access to his pack, he would become even more self-reliant and aggressive.

Also, didn't know how to fit this in there, but Steve builds a bracket-shaped nest [ with a pillow wall at his back and curving around his head and feet. It's the shape omegas are more likely to build their nests in when they feel unsafe because it protects their back but allows for quick escape is something happens. The first time he sees it, Eddie cries. Steve never changes his nest shape but he does let Eddie be his other braket [ ] because he loves and trusts his alpha after they become mates.

the bracket nest😭😭😭

[coralhoneyrose]

Why Chrom Fire Emblem is The Husband of All Time: An Essay

SO. There was a screenshot going around of a reddit thread asking about how Chrom has managed to maintain such lasting popularity as a Fire Emblem husband even 6 years after Awakening came out. Given how beloved he still is another 5+ years later, I could not resist taking the opportunity to talk about just what I think makes him so great and endears him to players.

Character Introduction:

Let’s start out the same way Awakening does—with Chrom’s in-game introduction. This is one of the immediate ways Chrom sets himself apart. The game boots up and before anything else happens, Chrom is there expressing his unshakable faith in the player character. You take down the Bad Guy™ together, he turns and gives you this wide, puppy-ish smile and then you push him out of the way to take the hit from an oncoming spell in his stead. Right away you know this is someone your player character cares about deeply—and clearly that care is returned, because he’s immediately running over to make sure Robin’s alright.

Of course, as we all know, things go south very quickly after that. But as the cinematic plays out, and you proceed to watch yourself stab him in the chest, the *first* thing he does, the very first words out of his mouth are: “this is not your fault”. Chrom has just been completely blind-sided and arguably betrayed by his best friend, possibly his spouse, and his immediate instinct is to absolve Robin of guilt. He is literally more concerned about Robin blaming themselves for what happened than about his own imminent death. That alone tells you so, SO much about the depth of their relationship. It tells you both how deeply Chrom cares and how well Chrom knows Robin too. And not only that, but his final request, the ONE and only thing he asks of Robin before dying is that they will promise him they will escape from this place. In his last moments, his single “selfish” wish is for Robin to assure him that they will do what they can to survive. Chrom’s final request is for Robin to give him the comfort and peace of mind he can only obtain through the assurance that even though he won’t get out of there himself, Robin will. He just wants to be able to die believing they’ll take care of themselves and be alright—and knows them well enough to realize that unless he makes them promise, they likely won’t.

AND THEN. And then!!!! You jump cut to Robin waking up in the field with all the sunshine and Chrom’s smiling down with the softest expression and his ridiculously blue eyes. He lifts Robin up by the hand and pulls them right up to his face (because he has no concept of personal space, apparently) and OUUuuggh.

Those scenes in direct sequence make me so insane. You get Chrom’s life ending with Robin immediately followed by Robin’s life starting anew with Chrom. Chrom’s unwavering faith in them and his eagerness to extend his hand and bridge the gap between them from the moment they meet until his last breath. The warmth and kindness and love that Chrom treats Robin with is communicated so effectively in the first few MINUTES of the game it honestly makes me feel unwell. Showing how profoundly Chrom cares for Robin immediately endears him to the player. And he only gives you more reasons to love him as the game goes on.

Personality:

There can be a tendency in some corners of fandom to simplify Chrom to just being either a generic prince charming type character or a lovable himbo. I’m not here to police how other people enjoy him, but I will say that those characterizations fail to get at some of the aspects of his personality I find most compelling.

Chrom is deceptively nuanced. While there are certainly ways in which he aligns very closely with the standard jrpg protagonist, I suspect that a lot of his enduring popularity is the result of the ways he deviates from it too. He is brave and loyal and cares deeply for his friends, yes. He has profound conviction in his ideals and strives to do the right thing, as is typical for that archetype…but what makes Chrom so lovable is his determination to keep trying to be good in spite of the ways it does not come easily to him.

We see this in the Valm arc, when he’s struggling to reconcile his own beliefs about justice with his sister’s ideals for peace. We hear echoes of it when he talks about the horrors the Ylissean people endured at his father’s hand and how despite that, he has never been able to understand how Emmeryn forgave them for the cruelty they once directed her way. He has so much admiration for his older sister’s ideals despite the fact that peace is not his first instinct. 

When Emmeryn first sacrifices herself, Chrom is consumed with grief and rage, and it takes some time for him to understand why she made the decision she did. “Peace above all else” is just not how he’s programmed to operate…yet he wants it to be. If you count the drama CDs as canon, then that serves as another excellent example as well—where the message of his sister’s sacrifice is so lost on him that his first instinct is to respond to it with violence and prejudice and hatred directed at the very people she sought to reach out to. For a moment there, we see him veer from the person he wants to be towards what we as the player can only assume is the person his father left him afraid that he would become.

And yet he finds his way back. He stumbles, he lashes out, but his love for his friends and fear of losing more of those he holds dear is able to help him course correct.

I love that tug-of-war in him. I love that we get glimpses of the darker paths he could have gone down and that there are tangible consequences for his mistakes. Early in the game, we see Chrom lose control of his temper and how Gangrel and Aversa are able to take advantage of that to officially declare war on Ylisse. Chrom later tells Gangrel that were he alone, he can imagine losing himself in that need for vengeance but reiterates that it’s love that is able to keep him from succumbing to that.

And it’s not only that he’s able to stop himself from being horrible—his losses are the catalyst for him coming into his own as a leader. He’s able to pick himself up and hold himself together to see their troops through the rest of the war. And he manages that despite the fact that in the course of mere days, he lost both his home and his most important person and has been freshly saddled with the duty of ruling an entire country. That’s…a lot. And really goes a long way in demonstrating Chrom’s incredible strength of character and conviction. We get some wonderful moments of vulnerability where he confesses to being riddled with doubts about his own capabilities and worthiness, but in spite of that, he is still determined to try to be the person that Ylisse needs him to be.

All of this leads me right into another wonderful aspect of Chrom’s personality, which is that he is just…so driven by emotion. He feels DEEPLY, and while the narrative definitely uses that as a way to hurt him and force him to grow at times, something that really stands out to me about Chrom is how the story isn’t here to send a message that it’s wrong for him to be that way. Chrom’s big feelings are one of his greatest strengths in addition to his greatest weakness—they’re what saves his life and ultimately Robin’s too, if you go the sacrifice ending route.

And ya know what? I honestly think that’s such a breath of fresh air. I love how much he does NOT embody the emotional disconnectedness that you see pushed a lot of times with stereotypical masculinity. I love that he is the hero, and he's gallant, and very traditionally "manly" in a lot of senses…AND that he's also very emotional and guided by his heart. If you’re playing with f!Robin then you wind up with a really refreshing inversion of gender stereotypes from that: in which Chrom is the emotional decision maker and Robin is the more calculating and logic driven of the two.

Beyond his big heart, I can’t talk about what’s so charming about Chrom’s personality without touching on the ways he embodies a certain level of gap moe as well. Chrom is so stern and serious, as well as quite charismatic when he’s speaking from a place of passion. But on the flip side of that, we get to see him as an absolute bumbling mess when he’s out of his element. He’s easily embarrassed / flustered, self-conscious about his appearance, and often socially awkward where romance is involved. While these traits may seem of minor importance compared to the whole rant above, I think they’re really important for humanizing and rounding him out.

There are lots of other nuances to his characterization that go a long way in fleshing him out too. Despite being a prince, Chrom is blunt and completely unmindful of formalities. That, along with his impulsivity, definitely gets him into trouble sometimes. He’s melodramatic and blisteringly sincere. He’s a little bit clumsy and doesn’t know his own strength. He has a dry sense of humor and can be surprisingly funny. He’s optimistic and trusting—not due to naivete or stupidity but because he has decided that giving people chances and believing the best of them is an important value to him and one that is worth embodying in how he lives his life. 

Lucina’s presence in the story and his immediate and complete acceptance of her is an extremely effective way of demonstrating what an incredible father he is too. Honestly, he just has really wonderful relationships and deep admiration for a lot of the women in his life and that absolutely earns him points in my book (and I suspect in many others’ as well). When you look at all of that together, I don’t think it’s hard to understand why he’s so beloved.

Design:

Slightly less serious note here, but I think it warrants discussion regardless because character design absolutely contributes to player’s feelings about and interpretation of a game’s cast members.

And Chrom is…well, he’s eye candy, honestly. He’s got the nice, exposed arm, the messy blue hair, the completely nonsensical outfit he somehow manages to look handsome in anyway (his questionable sense of fashion is a charm point, okay?). Add in the square jaw and the surprisingly long eyelashes and he’s just. He’s very pretty. Idk what to tell you. Bonus points for the summer scramble cg where he has the most inexplicably flat butt of all time. And I really do believe that some of the oddities of Chrom’s design lend memorability to him and go a long way in setting him apart from other lords in the series with similar design concepts. The insistent asymmetry across many of his outfits, the fact he’s showing a little skin, idk it just WORKS. Chrom is hot, I don’t make the rules.

Relationship with Robin / the Player Character:

Last but not least, I want to talk about Chrom’s relationship with Robin.

I touched on some of this in his character introduction already, but Chrom is just…the biggest Robin stan. If Robin has only one fan then that is Chrom. If Robin has no fans it’s because Chrom is bleeding out on the floor with lightning in his gut. 

He just has such deep respect and admiration for them. He values Robin’s opinion and insight and thinks so highly of them and their ideas, often serving as an enabler in many cases (setting the boats on fire, the volcano, etc.). Chrom’s faith in Robin is SO unshakable that when his daughter tells him that Robin is going to be magically controlled and forced to murder him, his response is, “That won’t happen because Robin and I love each other so much that everything will somehow be okay. No, I will not elaborate.” And ya know what? He was RIGHT. Their bond DOES wind up being so strong that it’s able to change fate. The narrative is quite literally validating his slightly ridiculous insistence that him and Robin just care about each other The Most of Anyone Ever. He is Robin’s biggest advocate from the moment they meet when he defends them from Frederick’s suspicions all the way to the game’s close when he either assures Robin that their life was worth preserving or, as in the case of the sacrifice ending, that he will spend the rest of his own life searching for them until they return.

Honestly the fact that Chrom was willing to potentially risk dooming the whole world to the fell dragon’s awakening 1,000 years down the line just so he doesn’t have to lose his comfort tactician is WILD. For the game’s hero to literally say “we don’t have to defeat this evil for good, the people of the future can figure it out” JUST so he can keep Robin is absolutely unhinged behavior and I love it. I think it’s incredibly humanizing that he’s a little bit selfish about the people who are most important to him…that despite his willingness to sacrifice himself or run headfirst into danger, he draws the line at losing Robin because he’s already lost his most important person once and he’s not going to let it happen again. Chrom and Robin absolutely come across as a little codependent and a lot obsessed with each other and personally I wouldn’t have it any other way.

And then there’s his love confession to Robin. GOd...

I think that’s the most flustered Chrom appears in any content in the entire game…and it’s because he treasures their friendship so deeply that he is petrified about messing it up or saying the wrong thing. I love that he goes into their S support dead set on NOT telling Robin what is going on but the second he realizes that Robin is under the impression he doesn’t care about them or like spending time with them anymore he is so horrified and desperate to correct that line of thinking that he blurts out the full love confession on the spot.

He’s SO earnest throughout the whole thing, but then at the end he hits you with the whole “this is the best day of my life”, and the “You are the wind at my back and the sword at my side. Together, my love, we shall build a peaceful world, just you and me” (thank you Matt Mercer for your services), and the cg image of him staring right at Robin with what are basically heart eyes and. I just. There were no survivors.

That’s not even their only proposal / love confession scene either! The fact that the game gives us an entirely separate alternate proposal that’s more serious in tone is the icing on the cake. How many ships out there can say that they get not one but TWO canon proposals that are both that good? Truly no one is doing it like chrobin.

Closing Remarks:

Chrom is a well written and nuanced character who struggles and grows over the course of the story while always remaining true to himself and his ideals. His intense and unending trust, admiration, and love of Robin endears him to the player from the moment the game begins all the way to its conclusion. He is kind and good while still being fundamentally flawed (and it doesn’t hurt that he’s very handsome to boot). Bearing all that in mind, while the message of Awakening may be that nothing is inevitable, Chrom’s conceit and execution were always going to lead to MANY of those who play the game coming to love him and pick him as Robin’s husband…and there may be no greater evidence of that then the fact I’m out here writing all of this eleven years after the game’s release.

[delaware-lemme-smash]

Can I request some headcanons for All Might, Aizawa and Nighteye taking care of their s/o when their sick? I have a wicked cold right now and this would be just amazing. Thank you so much for the work you do

Absolutely I can! Hope you feel better!

Characters: Yagi Toshinori/All Might, Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead, Sasaki Mirai/Sir Nighteye

Contents: gn!reader, sickness, medicine

Yagi Toshinori/All Might

Toshinori is a little out of his depth the first time you come down with a bug. He's used to playing the big damn hero, swooping in and saving the day, beating the bad guys, and rescuing innocent civilians. But then the civvies et handed off to paramedics, doctors, family and friends. He's never had to look after someone for more than the few minutes it took to rescue them.

He's been in hospital himself with his injuries after the fight with All For One, which does kind of give him the reverse perspective, but it's not quite the same.

When Toshinori is unsure, Toshinori goes over the top. You'll be sitting on the couch, swaddled in a blanket, snoozing or trying to watch TV to distract yourself from your headache and stuffed-up sinuses. Meanwhile, Toshinori will be trundling in and out of the room, offering you endless cup soft tea, chicken soup, extra blankets, more Lemsip.

It's a little much, and each time you refuse one of his offerings, he sidles back into the kitchen and anxiously calls Recovery Girl.

"What is it this time, Toshinori."

"They didn't want the chicken soup! What do I do?"

"Oh, for the love of... Put them on the phone, Toshinori."

He sheepishly hands the phone to you, explaining who it is. When Recovery Girl finds out you just have a cold and aren't wheezing your last, she's even more exasperated than before. She scolds him to stop smothering you and just let you rest, much to your relief. As nice as it is to have Toshinori clucking around you like a big mother hen, offering you ten cups a tea an hour was getting to be a bit much. You felt bad having to refuse him.

It's much nicer just to have him hold you in your blanket swaddle on the couch, while you watch TV and cheesy movies that don't require any brain power to enjoy.

Please do occasionally ask him for things—soup, more tissues, an ice pack for your head—because it will make him feel needed. Toshi's got a hero complex.

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

Aizawa's a teacher, so he's hardly a stranger to people being unwell. Teenagers might be not be the walking disease vectors that little kids are, but a school is still basically one giant petri dish, so he's not going to freak out when you're not well.

Don't worry though, he's not going to demand that you Plus Ultra! your way through your illness.

I know Aizawa comes across as a bit of a hardass, especially when it comes to his students, but he also prizes rationality. And logic dictates that when you're sick, you need rest so that your body has the time and resources it needs to fight off the illness.

He won't expect you to be up and at 'em while you're a snot-riddled Kleenex-fiend or while you're throwing your guts up. If you try to go to work, he'll make you call in sick. If you refuse, he'll do it for you, using his best Teacher Voice to browbeat your boss into submission.

"What kind of strategy meeting do you expect to have when they have a fever of 102?"

It is Aizawa, though, so he will expect you to look after yourself as much as you're able while you're sick. He's not going to be tenderly mopping your brow and telling you what a poor dear you are, or spoon-feeding you chicken soup just because you have a cold.

So, if you're the type to act completely helpless or like a little kid when you get ill, whining all day about how bad you feel, you won't get a lot of sympathy from him.

Also, if you refuse to take any medicine (barring medical/religious reasons) or do anything to relieve your symptoms, it frustrates him, because he sees it as martyring yourself for no reason.

"It's an aspirin, not poison."

He can't really call in sick to look after you—he is basically an essential worker—but he will make sure there is someone nearby who can respond to you in an emergency if you get worse or run out of medicine. And he'll have his phone on and check in with you throughout the day.

When he is home, he cooks or orders in, feeds the cats, tidies away your tissues. He pushes your hair back out of your face, calloused palm feeling for your temperature.

"I'm not used to looking like the well-rested one between us two."

The pair of you lay on the couch like a couple of bugs in cocoons. He in his sleeping bag, you in your blanket burrito, covered in cats.

Sasaki Mirai/Sir Nighteye

Sir Nighteye comes across as so stern and imposing that at first you might be tempted to hide your illness from him. You don't want to bother him with something as small and inconsequential as a cold or a stomach bug. He's a busy guy!

Too bad, Mirai's a very perceptive man even when he's not using his Quirk. If he can put together a plan to dig out a Yakuza gang and spend years being the brains behind All Might, then he can work out that you've got the sniffles.

Much like Aizawa, he's full to the brim with logical, practical advice about how to handle your illness. None of those old wives' tales about putting a slice of onion in your sock 'to suck out the impurities'.

He's a little less slammed than Aizawa, and can delegate to his sidekicks for a day or two while he stays home to keep an eye on you if you're really under the weather.

Despite his stern front, Mirai is a man who cares deeply for the people close to him, and he's not above tending to you.

However, there is one slightly odd thing—he keeps the TV tuned to stand-up at all times. You catch him watching the news on his laptop where he's working away at the kitchen table.

"Mirai, why don't you just watch it on the TV? Also, why has it been tuned to Tokyo Comedy Central for the last two days?"

Mirai looks at you, deadpan, and says solemnly, "Laughter is the best medicine."

Crickets.

"But it hurts to laugh," you protest, the wheeze in your voice clear.

"Very well. Laughter in conjunction with cough syrup."

[shizuturnspages]

Can I please ask for a yandere Dottore as your ex husband or bf , In where the reader broke up with Dottore so he can be safe from the same harm tormenting the reader , reader loved him so much that they had to let him go so he cannot get hurt from the said harm or maybe even from reader themselves , BUT OH DID THAT BACKFIRE , Dottore or Zandik saw it that you were leaving him because he wasn't good enough etc.. you guys ended on bad terms and after years he's still bitter. Miscommunication at its finest! 🥰

It's ok if you do it or not I just wanted to yap 💔 and your not entitled to do it either , in the end of the day your human too 🤍

A Cure for Regret

Synopsis: The past had a funny way of never staying buried. You thought you could leave it behind. Thought you could sever the strings before they strangled you both. But Zandik never let go of things that belonged to him. Pairings: Yandere Ex-Husband Dottore x Reader

The laboratory in Snezhnaya was dimly lit, the cold air filled with the scent of chemicals and metal. Beakers bubbled softly, machinery hummed, but the man standing in the middle of the room was still.

Zandik—or rather, Dottore, as he was called now—stared at the sight before him.

You.

It had been years since he last saw you.

Years since you had shattered him.

And yet, you were here, standing in front of him as if the past had never happened.

The air between you was heavy with silence.

He could still recall every moment of your breakup with perfect clarity.

The way your voice had trembled, the way you had looked away from him as you spoke the words that ripped him apart.

"We can't be together anymore, Zandik."

"You deserve better."

"I’m doing this for you."

Lies.

Even now, standing here, he could feel the same bitterness clawing at his chest. The anger. The hatred.

Because, after all these years, you had still never told him the truth.

Your face was tired, wary, as if the world had taken its toll on you. Yet, even now, you still had that same softness in your eyes when you looked at him.

How dare you.

After everything.

After leaving him in the wreckage of your love, did you truly believe he would simply forgive and forget?

Slowly, Dottore removed his gloves, his movements methodical, calculated.

“You look unwell,” he murmured, his voice smooth but cold. “Surely you didn’t come here expecting a warm reunion?”

You hesitated. “…I didn’t come here to fight.”

“Ah. How convenient.” His lips curled into a humorless smile.

Your fingers tightened around your sleeves. "Zandik—"

“Dottore.”

You flinched.

He took a step closer. Not enough to touch, but enough for you to feel the weight of his presence.

“Why are you here?” His voice was sharp, clinical. “Regret, perhaps? A sudden realization that you threw away the only person who ever truly understood you?”

Your throat tightened. “That’s not—”

“Or maybe,” he cut in smoothly, his eyes gleaming, “you’re here to apologize for treating me like a fragile thing that needed to be protected.”

You froze.

That—

That wasn't what had happened.

Was it?

No. You had done what was necessary.

There had been no other choice.

You had loved him too much to let him get hurt. To be tainted by the same horrors that followed you.

So why…

Why was he so convinced that you had left him for a different reason?

“You never gave me an answer,” he continued, his voice disturbingly calm. “You never told me what it was that you were running from.”

You swallowed. “Because it didn’t matter.”

His smile faded.

“…Didn’t matter?”

For the first time, his control cracked.

"Do you have any idea," he whispered, stepping closer, "what you did to me?"

The tension in the room was suffocating.

"You left me," he continued, voice slow, deliberate. "You broke me. And you never even gave me a choice."

You stepped back, heart pounding.

This wasn’t anger.

This was resentment.

Deep, bitter resentment that had been festering for years.

“I—”

“You didn’t do it for me.” His voice was sharp now, cutting through your weak protests like a blade. “You did it because you were a coward.”

Your breath caught.

"You didn't trust me," he continued, eyes burning into yours. "You thought so little of me that you believed I wouldn't be able to handle whatever this was."

He reached out, gloved fingers tilting your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

The touch sent shivers down your spine.

“Tell me, dear,” he murmured, voice sickeningly sweet. “Did you think I would just move on?”

You couldn't answer.

Because deep down, you already knew the truth.

Dottore was never the kind of man who let things go.

And if you had ever truly understood him—

You would have known that he would never stop chasing you.

"Did you really think," he murmured, tilting his head, "that I would let you leave me forever?"

Your pulse pounded in your ears. "Zandik—"

“Dottore.”

You trembled.

This was a mistake.

You should have never come back.

But it was too late.

Because the moment you stepped into his world again—

He had already decided.

This time, he would never let you go.

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

Hello!

Can I request for a yandere Hualian x reader but reader is actually okay with their behavior?

I do not Mind

Hualian x gn!reader

Heyyy... 😔🙏 I've been gone for ever again, I love y'all🩷 I swear. A little nervous about this one because how far is too far with a yandere 😥 like some readers want their yandere to murder someone for them some people just want them to be obsessive... Comment and tell me if it's too much y'all, I'll edit it.

Also I'm very unfamiliar with yandere territory so! I don't know if I'm able to capture them quite well😐!!!

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It started innocently enough, your relationship with them. You've never had two boyfriends before but you found yourself enjoying it. How could you not? They love you and care for you. Xie Lian was so sweet and gentle with you, always caring. Hua Cheng is protective and devoted to you, so loving. Some people are lucky enough to find a good man, you were lucky enough to find two of them. Maybe your luck is better than Hua Cheng's.

All had been going well, it was like any normal relationship! You guys would go out on dates, you would all spend time with one another, care for one another, gift things, give affection, and of course have sex. Normal, healthy relationships. Arguments were few to none and it felt like you were in a state of bliss, contentment. It was... Well it was perfect.

So perfect, and so content that it took you quite a while to notice when strange things were starting to happen. It wasn't mind boggling, just different. Hua Cheng's devotion to you his protectiveness seemed to become tenfold, and Xie Lian's caring nature -while you loved him for it- seemed directed to keep you in their sights. It was not unusual for you all to go separate ways throughout the day, but suddenly you needed to be near one of them at all times. Even if you were going out with some friends, one of them or both of them would come along. You didn't mind you like spending time with your lovers, so you think nothing of it. You thought maybe these incidents were just coincidental.

For starters, for some reason you just can't bring yourself to leave, you feel faint and dizzy when you try to leave the doors of your alls home. So you don't leave, you tell your lovers you feel unwell and stay mostly in bed. It's strange though... As soon as you leave the proximity of the doors you feel well again. And another thing! Your lovers have been all over you. You enjoy it of course, you love them dearly but they're acting very needy. As more days pass you find Xie Lian and Hua Cheng are always attached to your hip. You're half sure your hand is stuck in a curled position from holding Hua Cheng's hand all the time!

Hua Cheng had always been devoted to you and Xie Lian but it's been more like... Admiration! Obsession. He'll follow you around everywhere and if he can't there's always silver butterflies resting in your hair, they're cute so you can't complain. He'll stare at you with his one eye, all day! You found he's been making piles of drawings of you in many different ways, and even a statue or two here and there. That's really suspicious. Maybe he's just really taken the time to admire you! He loves art after all, and maybe you've become his muse.

Oh and Xie Lian, don't even get started on him! His "selfless" nature and the feeling of going out of his way for you? It's a too cute! much. You need to go out to town? Oh he'll go get it don't worry about it, stay home. Oh you haven't seen your friends? No worries he'll update them that you aren't feeling well! Every little thing you want or need seems to be taken care of by them. Just stay here, don't leave stay home, don't leave get some rest. Don't leave.

That's not even to mention when they both gang up on you. The need for validation. "Do you love us?", "Aren't we good to you?", "Are you happy here?", "Will you stay?", "Promise, promise promise".

You've been cooped up for quite a while, and of course you don't stay cooped up all the time. You go out to ghost city with Xie Lian and Hua Cheng! Your friends must miss you though because one of them come to check on you. When you talk to them, they seem quite worried, pale faced. "Do you need help..?" Why would you need that? Xie Lian and Hua Cheng have been taking care of you. They dote and spoil you all the time, honestly you've barely noticed how long it's been since you've been isolated anywhere near the heavens, or spent time with anyone else! You want to reassure them but Xie Lian ushers you away from the door, to the bedroom. He just doesn't want you to leave feel faint again, so just let Hua Cheng talk to them. What a caring lover!

When Hua Cheng comes back to the bedroom he doesn't mention anything, he must have sent your friend off. How sweet. So sweet you don't notice anything amiss. Definitely not the red splatter on his cheek. How would you notice any of it when most of it blends in with his clothing anyhow? E-ming rattles in the sheath.

So yes, it has been strange these past couple of months. Although it did take you a little while to even notice, although you can be quite oblivious, you are not stupid. You are not blind. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian's attitudes have changed to clingy, and obsessed. Your dizziness these past few weeks is most definitely because of the strange incense you keep smelling near the doors of your home, and the seals that have been placed in obscure places. You don't find yourself minding these things. You love them, their attention, their clinginess, their obsession and love.

So no you don't pay mind to the frequent disappearances of other gods whom you're acquainted with. You pay no mind to Hua Cheng's, or Xie Lian's robes having to be washed because of stains, you stay naive to E-ming needing to be cleaned so often. In fact you welcome it.

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng must know that you know too because they don't try to hide it anymore. Their needy questions and need for validation have become demands. Sweet ones, so how could you ever resist them, when they obviously love you so, so much?

You can't

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So how do we feel guys? First time I think I've ever written yandere stuff so this is very unfamiliar territory I'm welcome to criticism!

[aayakashii]

FINALLY IT'S ALMOST OVER but, I'll be posting Valentine's Day themed headcanons for each House in Tokyo Debunker!

All prompts come from this post here ♡

And dividers are from @saradika-graphics 🫶

Taglist: @wannaberecluse @cupcakesmoothie

Frostheim | Vagastrom | Jabberwock | Sinostra | Hotarubi | Obscuary | Mortkranken

Valentine's Day in Obscuary

Ed

how does he show affection?

You will never know true privacy ever again, and that is not an exaggeration. He simply latches onto you and never lets you go. He WILL be staying in your room whether you allowed it or not, he WILL link his arms with yours whenever you're walking somewhere and he WILL complain about the harsh sunlight everyday (you tell him he could just stay in Obscuary and you'd visit him later, but he refuses, saying human life is fleeting so he can't afford to waste a single second without you. Good luck).

does he like hugs? what are his hugs like?

He likes them, but his version of a hug is draping himself over you in a dramatic fashion – whether it's when he's "feeling unwell" or when he just wants all your attention to himself, Ed leans all of his body weight onto you, hands squeezing and petting everywhere he can reach. You have to pry him off of you when you two are in public, lest you want some Frostheim student clutching their pearls as they watch the vampire and his less-than-appropriate behavior.

is he good at flirting? how does he flirt?

Depends on what you think it's good flirting. Are you attracted to centuries old vampires that like to murmur innuendos in your ear while constantly invading your personal space? If yes, then Ed is the perfect man for you. If not, well... you might need to have a long, serious talk with him (spoiler: he won't change).

is he good at gift - giving or does he struggle to get it right?

His gifts are always a coin toss. He can either surprise you with a beautiful, vintage trinket from times of yore he has carefully kept safe for centuries, or he can straight up just gift you a one month subscription to his favorite twitch streamer. It's best if you just tell him the things you want – he might whine and tell you he has no money (even though he gives superchats to his oshis like. every day), but he will relent eventually and find a way to give you whatever you wanted in the end.

is he quick or slow to give his heart away?

Slow. His behavior sometimes makes everyone forget about it, but Ed has been alive for longer than anyone can understand. He's had family, friends, and lovers – now, all fading memories due to the passage of time. He intimately knows the horrid pain of losing a loved one time and time and time again. Going through something like that again isn't on his plans – he doesn't see the beauty in what's ephemeral anymore. So it takes him a long time to come to terms with his feelings. He might try to pressure you into letting him turn you into a vampire though.

does he find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Easy, but it takes some time for it to be genuine. Like most things in his life, words have become trivialized as well. He's forgotten the weight of them, finding it easy to say "I love you" as a way to tease and aggravate you (or Rui or Lyca). As he begins to accept his own feelings for you, however, it becomes less and less frequent – he sees truth in his own words, and it's alarming. Not to mention, he has cried wolf one too many times: the next time he says it, he wants you to finally believe in his love as much as he believes in it himself.

does he get jealous in a relationship?

Not really, but he'll never ever miss the chance of making a scene and putting on his drama queen crown whenever he sees you talking with some other guy. You might even think he IS jealous, but his plans are more mischievous than you expect. It's almost impossible for Ed to feel threatened, honestly – he's lived many lives, and he's tired now; jealousy requires a lot of energy and he just doesn't have it in him anymore.

what is his ideal date?

Diving into the most random rabbit hole on YouTube and spending all day together watching videos about it and discussing them all while cuddling on his bed (after deep cleaning his room, of course...). Soon, you and Ed will be extremely knowledgeable on the most niche subject possible, and no one will be able to decipher what the hell you two are talking about – and Ed wouldn't have it any other way.

would he ask the big question or expect their partner to?

He genuinely doesn't think about marriage. What is forever to someone who never dies? Unless you are willing to let go of your humanity and turn into a vampire to stay with him in his eternity, marriage won't be a reality for the both of you. He won't make promises if you aren't going to fulfill yours.

how does he feel about valentine’s day?

He thinks it's an interesting little human creation but doesn't really partake in it (besides watching Valentine's themed streams). If you care a lot about the date, however, he might have his curiosity piqued – after all, it's the perfect excuse to obnoxiously cling onto you without receiving any complaints. It's Valentine's Day after all!

does he get protective easily?

He wouldn't call it protectiveness, but it's what it would seem like to anyone who observed him. Ed is always watching, keeping himself in the shadows or in the corner of your vision. He steps in when needed, nothing more, nothing less. He has saved you from more predicaments than you will ever know, but you don't need to. There's no need for fanfare nor ostentation. He's too tired for that.

does he believe in true love?

He used to, centuries ago. Rekindling a fire that has been out for longer than any human can conceive seems like an impossible task... but you seem to be special. Why don't you take a shot?

Rui

(Like with Zenji, in these headcanons, Rui's curse has been broken, so it's not too angsty)

how does he show affection?

He could do anything and everything for you. You only need to ask. He wants to grant your every wish – be it some food or drink you want to try, clothes you want to buy or even just keeping you company whenever you need him. He wants to be your chaperone, your student partner, your helper, your date, your best friend – he wants to be dedicated to you, ready to be all yours whenever you want him. All he asks is for you to allow him to hold you in his arms as he does so.

does he like hugs? what are his hugs like?

LOVES them. He is constantly placing his arm around your shoulders or your waist, always ready to pull you even closer. His hugs are tight and almost suffocating – Rui presses you against him as if he's afraid you could turn into sand between his fingers. His hands trace circles on your back, soothingly; you just don't know if he's trying to soothe you or himself.

is he good at flirting? how does he flirt?

You know he's great. However, Rui flirts shamelessly and openly with anything that breathes, which, consequently, prevents you from believing his words whenever his attention is on you. It actually frustrates him greatly. He begins to wonder if he should change his whole behavior only to have you finally flustered when he winks at you or blows you a kiss. After all, his charm isn't working with the one person he wished to impress.

is he good at gift - giving or does he struggle to get it right?

He's great at it. He can barely wait for Valentine's Day to arrive so he can give you the enormous basket full of gifts he has assembled for the past WEEKS. He knows absolutely all your tastes, and he will show off, eager to receive some praise from you as you rummage through all the things he's collected to give you. He'll be even more elated if you wear all the accessories and clothes and perfumes he's given you – he feels like an even bigger part of your day when you do so.

is he quick or slow to give his heart away?

Despite how freely he flirts with everyone, Rui is slow when it comes to falling in love. He's very aware, though, of what happens in his heart once he begins falling for you. He knows his words are more truthful than they used to be; he knows his voice is tinged with a sadness that only someone who's in love can understand. At a certain point, his flirting becomes some form of masochistic punishment to himself – you don't know how much he wants you to believe him, and he can't stop reaching out for you, only to be met with your distrust. He had to plan thoroughly how to convince you of the honesty of his feelings, but at this point he was ready to rip out his bleeding heart and present it to you.

does he find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

It's easy, although the occasion changes as he falls in love with you. Right as he met you, it was easy: he would say it whenever he wanted to compliment you, thank you, or just as a greeting. As his feelings grew stronger and more real, however, he began saying it only when you were in his arms – his lips close to your ears as he inhaled your scent. Those three words became the culmination of his emotions; the utmost truth he only allows himself to say with the solemnity of a man pledging his soul to his deity.

does he get jealous in a relationship?

A little bit. He doesn't let it fester, though. If someone looks like they're trying their chance with you, he's quick to appear by your side and pull you closer with his arm on your waist. He maintains a perfect smile, but you can see how it never reaches his eyes, a subtle twitch of his eyebrows being the only sign of his carefully contained anger. You squeeze him even closer to you, and his shoulder slump. How can he stay mad at some random asshole when he has his cutie by his side?

what is his ideal date?

He wants a little cliché date: an afternoon at a cafe, then a visit to a bookstore so you two can point out titles and he can learn even more about your tastes. If you want to, he'd be more than happy to follow you around at a trinket store as well, elated to see your excitement as you point out plushies and toys to him. While you have fun poking around and showing him anything that you find cute or interesting, he has fun watching all your reactions.

would he ask the big question or expect their partner to?

He would love to ask it. He wants to make a show (only for you) out of his proposal. He genuinely thinks you deserve all of the effort he can muster. Rui won't mind if you propose, though. He will probably malfunction for a little while, before his brain catches up on the fact that you just asked him to spend the rest of his life with you. Don't worry, though. He wants it more than anything else in his life.

how does he feel about valentine’s day?

He LOVES it. He's looking forward to it months before the date (probably started the countdown since December). He was already quite used to receiving chocolates and confessions every year, but he couldn't care less about it this time. All he's thinking about is whether or not he'll get a chocolate from you and how much he wants to give you your gifts. The rest doesn't matter.

does he get protective easily?

A little. He's very open when it comes to expressing his concerns about your safety. He asks you to send him text messages to update him on your day or if you need something from him. Calls you just to know if you've arrived safely at class or at your dorm. He accompanies you wherever you go if he's available. He may be busy, but he tries his best to be as present as possible in order to protect you from all the dangers lurking in Darkwick.

does he believe in true love?

He does and has always believed in it. For the longest time, he thought he was simply doomed not to ever find it. With you, he finally feels safe enough to allow himself to believe in it again.

Lyca

how does he show affection?

Another clingy one for the books. Not to be too redundant, but Lyca does follow you around like a lost puppy does to its owner. It doesn't matter when classes start, nor where they happen – he will be there, waiting for you. He's always right next to you during all of your meals, glaring at anyone who tries to join you (except, probably, Subaru). His bright golden eyes are always following your every movement, glinting with satisfaction when your attention is entirely focused on him. He drops whatever he's doing if he catches the faintest whiff of your scent. You're his favorite person, and he explicitly proves it to you every day, even though it's mostly subconsciously on his part.

does he like hugs? what are his hugs like?

He loves them, but he's too embarrassed to ever give you a hug. The only moment in which he slithers his way into your arms of his own accord is when he's feeling under the weather – when only your comfort can bring him back to his usual mood. Besides that, you're the only one who's always taking the initiative and pulling him down for a hug. He wiggles and squirms under your iron grip, stuttering about how embarrassing it is to have you holding him like that, but deep inside, he's just relieved that his tail isn't visible otherwise it'd be wagging a mile per second.

is he good at flirting? how does he flirt?

Poor baby. No, he doesn't know how to flirt at all. He can barely voice his feelings properly without getting dizzy and a bit sick. However, sometimes he does say he likes you, though it is through unrecognizable mumbles, fidgeting hands, and grumpy pouts.

is he good at gift - giving or does he struggle to get it right?

His gifts consist mostly of him giving you his own artworks. If he notices you like a plant, or an animal, or a place, he starts working on drawing it as meticulously as possible, just for you. He'll hardly try to give you anything else and will probably be very self-conscious if you mention other types of gifts, so... Let him show his appreciation for you in his own way, at least for a while.

is he quick or slow to give his heart away?

He's a little bit slow. Lyca is extremely guarded when it comes to anyone he doesn't know. It takes a little while for him to open up and get used to your presence. It takes him even longer to understand that he likes you in a way that's different from the way he likes his other friends. He might need a nudge, someone to explain to him what those feelings are in his chest whenever he's with you. However, Lyca won't ever confess to you straightforwardly. He lets his emotions show through his actions, through his eagerness to please you and how he's always seeking your company. You might be the one who needs to find out he has given his heart to you. Let's hope you aren't clueless like him.

does he find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Terribly hard. Lyca had very little chances to develop emotionally during his formative years. Years of fighting for survival, and then isolation, chipped away at his ability to feel his emotions properly. Being thrusted into a whole new reality without preparation nor professional help didn't magically fix his attachment issues. He has a lot of work to do before he even manages to feel things without trying to bury them deep into himself, let alone voice them. But you know him, and you know he loves you in his own way. You can wait.

does he get jealous in a relationship?

Oh, very much so. More than just jealousy, he's constantly afraid that you'll leave him on his own or choose someone else over him. Anyone and anything is a threat. Lyca probably doesn't realize what he's feeling, nor why it brings him so much grief to watch you have fun with someone else. All he recognizes is that unexplainable anger brewing inside his chest. He stomps his way towards you, lips pulled back into a snarl, his chest hurting something fierce. He only calms down once you brighten right as you spot him and immediately try to include him in whatever activity you're doing.

what is his ideal date?

He would love to spend a whole day drawing and painting with you. If you don't know how to do any of these things, he'd be more than happy to teach you. You'd probably have to get all the art supplies beforehand, but it would be worth it – you'd be surprised to know that Lyca is, in fact, a very good and patient teacher (and he loves to be dependable).

would he ask the big question or expect their partner to?

Lyca has never thought about it. Barely knows the existence of it. If you think you two are ready for such a commitment, then you'll have to ask him. Or you can explain the concept of marriage to him and plant the little seed of this idea into his brain. He might end up immediately proposing to you, though, without much preparation or thought. He doesn't complicate things. If marriage is between two people that like each other, then you two can simply do it right away, right?

how does he feel about valentine’s day?

Much like the wedding thing, he never thought about it, nor does he care. You can explain it to him, but he might just grumble about "weird human culture". If it's important to you, however, he can try to give it a little more attention.

does he get protective easily?

VERY. If Lyca catches the slightest whiff of bad intentions coming from someone (quite literally, in his case), he WILL jump in front of you and growl at the person until they leave you alone. He has no qualms with scaring everyone away if it means he will keep you safe. Sometimes, you might need to rein him in so he won't try to scare your friends as well, but then he looks at you with those puppy eyes, apologizing for spooking them away, and it's hard to stay mad at him.

does he believe in true love?

Rui has read him stories about it – those things called fairytales. If it's in a book, then it might be real, right? Isn't that how it's supposed to work? So yes, he does believe in it. And you're even more reason to believe.

[incidentallysunny]

Through The Skin

Real Uncle!Leon

Dead dove warning.

7k word count. Proof read lightly. Critique is welcomed and my skin is thick for it.

I'd like to appear in the tagz pls so here's a warning. My writing is not ever meant to be taken literally and is just for the sake of writing fxcked up content that I enjoy writing. If you do not wish to read this, please do not as my intentions are not to offend or make you intentionally uncomfortable but if you choose to read- don't be hateful. With that out of the way, extremely sensitive content and dead dove material ahead.

Specifically blood-related incest, smut, suicidal ideation, mentions of grotesque imagery, light mentions of gore in a hypothetical scenario, age-gap, overall just some disturbing topics.

As far as smut specifically: this includes talking of public sex, public female oral-recieving, Leon has dick piercings surprise, make and female oral, fingering, unprotected sex, cream-pie (wrap your willy irl pls) praise, dirty talk, spitting, any probably some other irrelevant shit I'm forgetting my bad.

PROCEED if you read the above, are okay with it, and are mentally unwell like I am. Happy reading, it's a long one.

To be quite frank, you didn’t give a shit about a single holiday party that your parents threw. Having to hug and touch on people you didn’t even know, putting on a fake smile and pretending as if you remembered them at all. Exhausting for a young woman to keep up this charade for so long. You’re sure your relatives noticed the dying spark in your eyes over time. Living Growing does that to a person. You spent all night fetching beers and other pre-packaged, alcoholic drinks- hoping he would show up every time you had to hand one out. Still one less face you’re can be enthralled to see.

You sat at the dining table, leaned onto an elbow with your face in your palm. Clearly a dejected and annoyed pose but everyone here was too cheery or already deep in the ‘special occasion’ wine bottle to even piece that together. Your other hand traced the ringed patterns in the wood surface, wondering how old it had been before it was chopped down ruthlessly by some hot guy with a chainsaw who was getting paid way too much to be fucking up nature left and right. All so that some college-aged girl could sit at the furniture it had been made into and sulk. God, an almost 40 year old tree. That’s pretty fucking old. You’re glad it lived a somewhat long life (in human years, not tree years.) ‘Cause some trees live a few hundred or even thousand years. So maybe it was taken too soon before it became the placeholder for your familial drunken talks. While you were distracted, annoyed, and pitying yourself, the table all erupted into ‘Hey, long time no see!’s , laughter, and other delightful sentiments that were jolly and deafening enough to make you jump. Loud noises weren’t your thing.

Before you could regain your composure and turn your torso in the hand-carved, deep-brown varnished chair- a hand graced the presence of your slumped shoulder.

“Hey, babydoll. Long time no see.” The voice greeted, husky and rough like a patch of concrete you’ve definitely scraped your knee on a time or two. Basically, it was familiar, which is what you’re getting at.

Uncle Leon.

You turned your full body now, swinging your legs to the side of the seat- a few laughs slopped from the table.

Everyone knew how much you loved and fawned over your Uncle- your dad rivaling how much you seemed to prefer his brother over him. Well duh, dad. It’s because he’s fun and you’re a hard-ass. And ugly to look at. Your poor, poor mom.

It had been years since you saw your uncle. Since you were freshly 18, to be exact. Your dad wasn’t too keen on having him around his barely-legal daughter- probably because he could practically smell it on you that you want your uncle to pop your cherry. You still remembered his few quirks, too. He was always sloppy yet casually drunk wherever he was, he hated fireworks (due to PTSD as your dad explained), and he had always been known to be grabby with people- probably because of the alcohol. He was a weird guy, but you loved him all the same. It broke the normalcy of your home and made things interesting to be around him. However- none of this was the focus. His stubble, dark-liquored bags under his eyes that almost resemble eyeliner, and dark-tinted hair were. And god, his chin. Could be a replacement for a Sybian, if you had one. All of that aside, he looks sexy. That’s so fucking weird to say about your dad’s brother, but calling it weird is also so outdated. Fucking your hot, middle-aged uncle is in; getting a boyfriend your age is out.

You stood up swiftly, hugging him tightly around the waist and almost toppling him. He chuckled, steadying himself with one arm around your back and the other on the table to catch himself. Once he felt he was steady enough, the other arm joined around you- the embrace squeezing you like a stress ball. You worried that your eyes might be a little more loose in your skull than before.

“Gotta be careful, kiddo. You’re gonna take down your uncle one of these days.” He teases, moving out of the hug and letting his hands explore their way down your back- resting on the small of it. Digits perched like a bird where your back starts to curve into your ass- not sweetly or gentle- but like one of those huge-taloned hawks that would rip your flesh off. You only say that because his hands are big and rough- and you’ve heard stories of what your uncle does for work (plus the alcohol is making him need to stabilize himself so he doesn’t crash you both into the nearby counter and cause any serious brain injury. At least then you could excuse the bubbling of strange feelings as TBI). Oh, and with how handsy he was known to be (Just ask your Aunt Claire on your mom’s side). But he had never been that way with you- not until now.

You see your dad eyeing him like the same kind of big-taloned hawk from across the table. They’re cut from the same feathers- except your dad must have been the one that never learned to fly. Pushed out of the nest by a sharp shove of a beak and bit every branch of the ugly tree on the way down. Cause he’s a lot weaker and uglier than your uncle. How he pulled your mom is a miracle and a mystery.

“Hey, uh. Honey. Come sit back down. No need in playing into your uncle’s fashionably late, drunken stupor.” He quips towards you while grilling Leon about being late, nursing his own drink with that ugly grin. You roll your eyes. Leon removes his hands from you- putting them up in defense of himself and leaving your back with an empty feeling.

“Hey, hey. Just hugging my beautiful niece.” He turned to address you again. “Been years since I’ve seen you, sweetheart. Look even better than your momma.” You feel a blush creep up at Leon’s words, but your dad clears his throat and your mom pays him no mind. Just an eye roll and sip of a wine cooler. To be honest, even she probably fucked your uncle. You couldn’t blame her if she did.

You huff and sit back down, crossing your arms. Your dad always had to ruin everything. If you fuck your uncle or kiss him or whatever and don’t like it, you can just go to therapy. Leon snickered behind you, patting your shoulder before leaning in next to your ear.

“Come join me out on the deck in a bit. I’m sure you’re tired of being smothered in here with the fun police.”

You feel muggy from his words. Like a Louisiana swamp type muggy. Is your hair sticking to you? Are there zika-virus bearing mosquitos pricking you or is that just undiagnosed anxiety?

You bounce your leg under the table while you hear the sliding door open and close in the distance. Minutes pass of you twiddling your thumbs- and you excuse yourself to sneak off- exiting out the same heavy sliding door that Leon used.

When you sealed it behind you- the smell of whiskey filled your nostrils- sizzling off any hairs that your nose so proudly grew for much needed germ-protection. A hand slapped itself gracelessly onto the glass above you in the dark, trapping you in place. Predictable uncle.

“Shit, sorry sweetheart. Lost my footing. Y’know how it is. I’m always taking spills here and there.” You felt giddy and blistered all over, speaking back to him.

“S’okay. Sorry about dad.” You excused, breathing in. Leon’s other hand patted you low on your hip as he chuckled into your ear- sending off more whiskey breath.

“It’s okay, sweet thing. Your dad can be that way. I’m not exactly safe to be around in his eyes. Besides, he’s just doing his job- looking out for his little girl.” He explains, not making any efforts to move. You predicted this- but it wasn’t unwelcome.

“Why’s that?” You dare to ask, sounding purposefully puzzled- but Leon knows better. And you know the answer.

“It’s ‘cause your Uncle likes ‘em young and pretty.” He mulls the information over you, the words sliding down you like a vibration that sets off a perfect sensation to your already throbbing clit. Because you’re always horny. The hand on your hip now kneads your ass under your skirt- somehow getting there without notice.

“O-oh.” You choke on the word like it’s quicksand in your throat- but only the quicksand is the prospect of having your uncle plow you until you develop early onset dementiaSo really, the quicksand isn’t bad in this instance. You jump into it face first for a good mouthful.

“Shouldn’t be wearing something so short when you know your dirty old uncle is coming over. Can’t keep my eyes where they’re supposed t’be.” He mutters low, leaning down to tickle the shell of your ear with his voice.

“Knew you were coming over. I wanted to look pretty for you.” Saying it makes your head spin, but like in the good way. The sound Leon makes is between a groan that says ‘good god, I’m going to bury my cock inside you right the fuck now’ and ‘I figured as much’. A simple cocktail of horniness and knowing.

“Mm, just want to kiss you everywhere, you know? Love it how sweet you are.” He murmurs into your scented hair, using the hand from the wall to push aside any strands that are in his way. He kisses the back of your neck and his breath scorches your skin. The affection is sloppy and leaves small bits of saliva behind, his barely-darting-out tongue making you ache even more.

“U-uncle.” You shuddered, a slight protest to your voice. Not ‘cause you don’t like it but because you’re worried someone will see. Or that you’ll never want off of his dick. He can be your personal IUD, all buried in your cervix.

Leon ignored the shared thought that someone could see because the way you referred to him made his dick jump in his jeans. Plus, the whole family knows he’s a sleeze. They’d see him balls deep in you and say ‘Ah, that’s Leon for you’ And look the other way until his next sexual prospect. One of the many reasons that Aunt Claire doesn't visit and Aunt Ada divorced his ass. Her loss. You’d happily share him if it were you. It’s only right to share a man that looks like a washed-up pornstar. His dick is great too. Not ‘cause you’re guessing- but because you saw it one time. Last time you saw him actually- the whole incident that left you wanting to see him again oh-so-badly. He had stumbled in the bathroom to piss- ignoring you at the sink. It’s whatever, he was totally wasted and probably didn’t see you. Nor did he probably see the fact you were gawking at his big dick. Or his nice ass, cause he had let his pants drop completely in his hazy state.

“Mm, what is it, babydoll? Hey- Think anyone’d notice if I fingered this sweet little pussy right now?” His voice cut through your memory and thick, long fingers teased the swell of your pussy lips through your underwear, making your hips contract with excitement. Your breath fans over the glass and smogs it.

“I don’t know- maybe.” You huff, trying to keep your composure. It sure is fucking hard when God’s gift to women is about to finger-fuck you at your parent’s house with 20 or so family members inside the property. You second guess yourself now. Maybe God's gift to women doesn’t go around playing with a pussy that belongs to their niece. Or maybe God was fed up with some girls missing out so he created sexually-attractive uncle’s to even any scores. You’ll be attending church this upcoming Sunday. Not because you’re going to follow through with blood-related fornication but because you want to thank the higher-ups properly for this fine piece of ass you’re about to receive from. Or maybe you shouldn’t step foot there, the whole ‘bursting into flames for egregious sinning’ type thing. Wait a minute- there’s literally daddy-daughter incest in the Book of Genesis, so you’ll happily sin away and tell god to fuck off while doing it. Okay maybe that’s a little uncalled for.

Leon tugged your panties to the side, breathing shakily.

“Fuck. I gotta see it, baby.” He mumbles, dropping to one knee with the other bent and still supporting the front of him. Underwear aside, he uses his hands to spread you out- taking in the sight of your damp folds. Damp is putting it lightly. His thumb collects some of your slick and he nearly cums right there.

“You save your first time for me?” He questions. In his mind, you’ve already had a dick or two. He can work with that. Those little guys your age don’t match up to him, but he’s blindsided when you whine about being a virgin, begging him to stick it in or something. Now, Leon’s not the greatest guy morally. At all. But if he’s going to pop your pussy like a soda cap for the first time, he’s going to do it in private cause he’s not stopping for anything. And privacy allows just that. Again- it’s not about it being special, just private. He’ll turn you out good and well.

“Sorry sweetheart. I wanna fuck this needy hole when it’s just us. Think you can wait?” He asks, before darting his tongue out to taste you and lapping up any of you that’s continuously dripping out from pent-up arousal. Your knees almost buckle and he puts his hands under the curve of your ass to hold you still. Your brain goes so mushy you almost forgot to respond.

“Y-yes, uncle Leon.” You whine like a pathetic puppy- begging for something that it didn’t need. But actually, you did need your uncle’s dick so badly. He laughs against your cunt, seemingly happy with that answer. Before you can properly nut like you want, you see your dad pass by in the distance of the sliding door. You tap the glass gently to alert Leon with a small series of clicks. He shoots his head up, yanking your panties back into place and using the sleeve of his leather jacket to wipe his mouth.

“Fuck- always such a blue-balling asshole for anyone, I swear. Sorry, pretty girl.” He smooths down your hair, making sure you look presentable. Well- besides your face that’s red enough to be used as a lit flare.

“Go inside. I’m sure he’s looking for you, babydoll.” He grabs you drunkenly by the upper arm, pulling you in to kiss you on the cheek.

“Come by mine sometime. I’ll be home, for once.” He mutters the last part, loosening his hold on you and starting down the steps of the deck.

“Okay. I’ll see you later, Uncle Leon.” You sound so disappointed and miserable. Pouty. Leon gets it.

“Later, babydoll.”

He heads down the path of the backyard and through the connecting gate that leads to the driveway, the sound of his motorcycle’s engine revving is the cue that he’s definitely headed off.

You let yourself back in, acting inconspicuous. But your dad is already waiting with crossed arms. Yuck.

“Did I not tell you several times about hanging around your uncle. He’s a weird guy. I don’t mind him coming over but, god.” He lays into you, mostly just insulting his brother. You roll your eyes as you normally do. You’ve never not had an attitude with your father. He was born to be shit on in your eyes- barely deserved your mom, as is. Besides, He had no backbone whatsoever.

“Just go upstairs.” He asked, cause he never told you to do anything. Just asked and hoped you’d listen. You were pleased enough to have gotten as much as your uncle tonguing your cunt, so you can comply a bit longer. You go upstairs to your room, shutting the door and lying down.

—

It’s a week later when you finally get to see your uncle. You managed to convince your dad to let you borrow his car, ‘cause you’re a broke college student and can’t afford that right now. Plus you’re spoiled but not enough for a car, apparently. Whoops. Probably because your dad knows as soon as he signs the papers, you’re going to drive to his brother’s house and impale yourself on his dick for life. He’d rather you go to college and get a train ran on you or something, at least.

You hoped you had remembered the right place at first, until Leon’s motorcycle was spotted in the lot. Good, he’s home. You still questioned your memory as you were walking up the flights of stairs in the apartment building, tugging down the back of your skirt when you felt it was airing out your ass too much (for any passerbys, not Leon). After reaching the 12th floor and navigating the scarily clean hallway (the few decorations in the area made it less horror-esque), you found the right (?) door. Your knock was soft because again, you weren’t entirely sure. Just going off of childhood memories.

After hearing a shuffle inside, it didn’t take long for it to swing open, Leon standing in the doorway shirtless with a pair of grey, thin sweatpants loose on his hipbones. His v-line was saying hello to you. Hello to you, too.

“Pretty girl! Hey! Thought you’d never come by. Sorry about the attire- been having a lazy day since I’m off work.” He moved aside for you to come in, the door shutting behind you when you accepted the unspoken invitation. His place was nice. A little cluttered with a half-packed suitcase; clothes messily thrown on top and some paperwork and a passport in a heap on the desk nearby, but still nice. Not to mention spacious. Thank god.

“It’s okay, really. You deserve some relaxation time, you know?” You try to be cool and collected- not getting to the main point of your visit. Even if you did have genuine interest in your uncle as a person.

“Isn’t that the truth? Want a drink?” He asked, already walking towards his kitchen. You don’t immediately reply because the sway of his ass is… something else, but you manage to snap yourself from the hypnotizing gaze of it. He’s got a whiskey glass and bottle already on the counter, waiting for a reply.

“Sure.” You tell him, knowing damn well you can’t handle your alcohol. You get all fucking lovey and touchy, and you’ve only drank like 3 times. And sure. You did come here to fuck him, but you were nervous. Okay, never mind. That gives a complete need for liquid courage.

He makes his way to the hallway- switching something on the AC control before sitting on the couch, adjacent from the chair you’re nestled in. You’re taking small sips of the whiskey, burning your throat, sinuses, and any nervousness down like a forest fire. Leon just sits, legs splayed apart like how men always sit. Except you can see his fat-ass dick print. God, kill me now. Or after I’ve sucked it, at least. You see, too, what looks like indents in the fabric- piercings maybe? Or the folds of the pants are sitting weird.

“Did you find the place okay?” He asks, coming off like he cares- which he does- but he’s mostly waiting to get you and himself sloppy for fucking so he’s just stalling now.

You nod, bottom lip tucked into your mouth- if you talk it’s going to be about his dick being huge or his dick being inside you. Leon allows you another deep sip, finishing off the liquid completely.

“I actually remembered how to get here just about perfectly.” You spoke, laughing a little. Yeah, you’d be gone completely in a few minutes. You already felt yourself slipping into a hazy, bubbly state. Leon could tell, too. Good for him. He loved when the girl was sloppier than the pussy attached to her.

“Smart girl. Always have been.” He took a long, heavy drink- finishing off his glass. You watched how his stomach twitched or moved even the slightest when he adjusted himself, the same with his arms. He was muscular yet lean- like he didn’t eat enough some days. Figures. Beauty isn’t easy and he looked good, and maybe that’s why he got plastered all the time so easily. No appetite=no tolerance. However, you were most certainly not afraid to look at the hard work. Even more so with alcohol brewing in your stomach acid and then liver.

Leon patted his leg, fingers drumming on the material of his sweatpants.

“Come sit. You can tell me more about it on your uncle’s lap.” Gross. Gross in the hot way. The gross-hot way you want him to fold and twist you like a pretzel. So no, you don’t abhor the idea of sitting in his lap.

You don’t even hesitate, standing and nearly falling over- realizing you forgot how wobbly your legs could get while inebriated. Leon reached forward to grab your hand and waist, letting you fall directly onto his lap, ass to crotch. Like a puzzle piece. An incestual puzzle piece- which ideally shouldn’t fit together but it just does.

You feel his cock twitch under you; he’s anticipated this, obviously. His hands slid up your thighs, and down again, then back up- like he’s appreciating them.

“Got the prettiest legs, baby. Want them on your uncle’s shoulders, don’t you?” He cooed, scooting you to the edge of his lap just enough to get his cock out of his bottoms. You turn to look behind you, twisting yourself a bit to get a look at it. Christ. One, he was big. The kind of dick that couldn’t stand ‘cause it was heavy and long. Two. It had a few piercings down the front of his shaft, gleaming in the light. So not only were you about to take your first dick, but a pierced one (like you had suspected). Okay…you didn’t remember seeing those the only other time you ever saw his dick by accident. New additions.

Leon stroked your hair with the hand that wasn’t holding his dick.

“Trust me, feels a lot better than it looks. I promise it doesn’t hurt. Even for virgins.” He adds, like he knows that for a fact. “Nothing you can’t handle for me.”

Okay, he’s right. You’d take his fist if it meant his approval, honestly. How bad could it be?

You move to spin yourself around on his lap, Leon’s amused at your eagerness. He holds his cock, spitting down onto it so he can stroke himself while he puts a hand onto your neck. You’re pulled by the hold into a slow, messy, spitty kiss. He’s definitely experienced, as you are not. His tongue makes its way against yours like he’s silently teaching you how to kiss him open mouthed. Not so hard, you think. He groans into your mouth as he handles himself, maneuvering his cock to brush against your underwear; prodding your clothed clit under your skirt.

You mewl against his lips which only spurs him to kiss you a little more rough now, assuming you’re ready for it. Which you definitely don’t mind. His hand squeezes the side of your neck affectionately, a thumb tracing the skin. You’re thankful you’re in his lap because your knees are weak and your head feels dizzy. It was an exchange of sighs and heavy breathing- no distance. Your hands tangled into his dark locks which is something that Leon loved; having his hair pulled (you could tell by his lusty growl and the shift of his hips). He truly was the epitome of a kinky, dirty old man. If pushing 40 was old. Well, to be fair, you did call the dead tree of a table at your parent’s house old, ‘cause it was 40.

He pulled off of you, your now un-joined mouths drippy with saliva.

“Get in between your Uncle’s legs. Wanna see that pretty mouth on this cock.” He urged, and you found yourself with your calves folded under you in between his parted thighs. He held his cock proudly, and to be honest, the piercings look daunting. How did you even expect yourself to suck on it like you’ve seen in porn? Maybe you should have spent more time watching guys with pierced dicks instead of the step category. You had a preference, clearly.

You snaked your hands up to him, holding his cock with a puzzled look clear on your face. Leon laughed, not like he was laughing at you but the way you laugh at someone when you think what they’re doing is cute.

“Don’t worry about them too much, gorgeous. Just do it how you think you would normally. But pay careful attention with your tongue. Won’t hurt me any, promise.” He reassures you thoroughly, chuckling through a sexually intense gaze. Okay, it seems…. easy enough. Didn’t know dirty old uncles could be so sweet about having their dick sucked.

You lean forward, Leon guiding the head to your mouth.

“Just go slow and focus on the tip. Don’t want my girl to be uncomfortable, now do I?” His girl? You liked the sound of that. Enjoyed it very much. You’d be his girl wherever and whenever. You took him past your lips- suckling on the tip softly and swirling your tongue around it.

“Just like that- fuck- you’re doing great, babydoll.”

The praise edged you on, and you managed enough confidence to glide your tongue down his shaft and over the piercings- flicking over them pornographically. You felt like it was just right. If fucking your uncle could be right in any way of the sense. Leon groaned and his head fell back onto the couch. A large hand found its way to your hair, holding it into a makeshift ponytail. You discovered that it wasn’t too daunting- it was possible to bob your head a little while keeping your tongue exploring the piercings in small swirls and flicks. Just makes your jaw a little tired faster. Besides, seems less scary than taking it inside you.

It’s an alternation of the previous movements and kitten licking up the front of him, and the adornments on his skin only seem to make everything feel much more stimulating. His breath deepens and he guides you now with your hair in hand- looking down at you through deep-brown bangs.

“Fuck- that’s it. Just look at you, dirty little niece I’ve got here, sucking her uncle’s cock like she was made for it. God- so damned pretty with your tongue on me.” His head falls back again for a moment, before he sits up- his labored panting evident.

“Christ. Okay- can’t take it anymore. C’mon, baby. Up.” He says, smacking your bottom when you stand in front of him. You’re feeling a bit ‘five seconds away from crashing into the coffee table and impaling yourself on the broken wood’ type of drunk now.

“Uncle Leon’s gonna pop that cherry, got it? Now sit down and let me lick that sweet pussy. Can still taste it after last time.” He’s speaking filthy things you should hear and run in the opposite direction from- but you don’t.

“My room. Remember where that is?” He mumbles, standing behind you now while he runs his hands down your sides- possessively grabbing at any fabric on you.

You shake your head no.

“Can’t remember. Need you to show me.” You whisper to him, putting your hands over his on your sides. He just muffles a laugh into the crook of your neck and shuffles you along in front of him, the two of you almost falling over multiple times on the way to his bedroom. You’re sure that something did get knocked off the wall at one point, but you literally do not care in any way.

Leon staggers you into the room and pushes you back onto the bed, shedding off his sweatpants. Naked, no boxers. Just full, thick cock and a trail of hair leading up to his belly-button that you haven’t let your eyes leave for however long you’ve been here. Oh, and muscled thighs. One of the greater parts of a man. His hands find their way to your thighs, tugging you to the edge of the bed before invading his thumbs into the waistband of your panties.

“Let’s get these off.” He grunts, pulling them down your legs and tossing them only for the undergarment to land in an unseen place. You go to tug off your skirt, until his hands pin yours to the bed.

“Want you to keep that on. Looks cute.” He says, retracting from you and sinking down at the edge of the bed. In no wasted time, his mouth is lazily lapping at your cunt- making your back bend in the reaction of immediate, overwhelming pleasure. You grabbed at the sheets until you remembered how his body responded when you pulled at his hair- so you found your hold there instead. Tugging his darkened strands with the pace he was eating you out at- stubble against your pussy and nose in your mound. His cheeks tickled your thighs, punching out a soft giggle and squirm from your body between the moaning. It makes him smile into you- reaching a hand up to knead your breast. Honestly, you hoped that the roof caved in right now and took you to your death because no moment would be better than this and that in itself made you suicidal.

You feel a finger slip past your hole, curling itself into that soft wall of fleshy, orgasmic sponge. The noise that left you was new, for sure and the muscle in his mouth jerked against your clit in tandem. It seemed Leon had the same deep feeling and worry you did about his dick even fitting, cause he added a second finger. Then tried to add a third but gave up because he actually wanted his dick to do that labor. He can be selfish, okay? It didn’t take long for you to cum either, duh. He was a skilled whore of a man and you’re a virgin. Or will be for only a few more minutes- probably less.

Your legs shake and tense, your heart thumps viciously, and your fingers threaten to tangle his hair into knots and make him start balding. Not happening no matter how hard you yank, though. His genes are too good for that. He was made for rough pulls to his mane. Made to take damage both mentally and physically. Made for splitting open cute, slutty nieces like you.

While you recovered, he licked his lips and fingers as clean as he could- missing the further parts of his stubbled cheeks. He stood up, hand on his lower back (‘cause duh, he’s old as dirt), and reached into the nightstand for a condom- which you gave him a look before he could open it. A look that told him ‘please, please, please don’t put it on! sure, fuck your blood-relative niece raw and possibly knock her up! Might not have to worry because you’re an alcoholic and your sperm quality is low, though.’ So fuck away.

He was a sucker for your big, glossy eyes and the slutty pout of your bottom lip. Not mentioning- he wouldn’t have worn a condom anyway. Would have just slipped it off before he stuck his dick in you. A virgin couldn’t tell the difference. What? You expected a man that fucks his own family to have morals for things lesser than that? No chance.

“Please, Uncle.” You begged softly, Leon knowing what you want without actually saying it. He’s great at reading people.

“Fucking hell. You’re something else. You want it that bad, huh?” He laughed, pleased by you beseeching him with so little words. You nodded, no objections about it. He tossed the unopened condom back in the drawer and shut it impatiently, making the lamp wobble.

“Changed my mind. Everything off. Gotta see that pretty set of tits.” The words were matter of fact and laced with a bit of erection-fueled urgency.

You reach your hands up to remove your shirt, then discard your bra and skirt. Left in the nude as naked as the day you were cut from your moms stomach. C-section baby and all that. Only this time there was no blood. Yet, anyways.

When you were stark naked, Leon pushed you firmly onto his bed again- folding you by the backs of your thighs, legs pressed to your chest and gifting your stomach with that cute roll thing it did. Leon liked that on a woman.

He grabbed his cock, positioning it against your slick that dribbled from your yet-to-be-abused hole. He was gonna change that. You could feel his one of the piercings resting against your skin down below- a tsunami of anxiety settling over your delicate village of a body.

“Might hurt a little, babydoll. Can’t promise I’m gonna be gentle with her.” He referred to your pussy, your hole fluttering when he talked. You gave a look of understanding and acknowledgement.

“God, want it so bad.” You whined under him, the position he had your legs in made you even crazier about having him in you, like, yesterday.

He didn’t savor the moment so that he could push into you, he just did it. The feeling of each piercing bumping your hole on the way in. It felt fucking good, but also his dick stretching you out was intense and stung like a papercut.

His hands held your thighs down into your stomach- giving you a novice contortionist experience, and you could see the veins in his forearm pop a little. Your mind raced with the following anxieties; ‘What if a piercing cuts my insides and I die from sepsis or something? What if a piercing ball comes off and is lost inside me forever? Maybe I should stretch more.’ The first two were irrational but maybe not so much so, or else you wouldn’t be thinking of them. You’re not the first woman to think any of it.

“Fuck- there we go. Shit. You feel incredible, baby.” He dropped the doll in favor of calling you baby this time, making you squeeze around him as he bottoms out, balls against your ass. Yep. A bruised cervix was in your future. Going to have to come up with an excuse for why you won’t be able to get out of bed for the next few days. You thought other girls were just exaggerating this whole time about feeling yourself be split open, what the hell was he trying to do? Dig out your uterus with his dick? Does he really have to be so deep? It’s, like, really hot and feels really fucking good, but also, slightly uncomfortable. Maybe it’s the position.

Either way, he’s feeding your ego.

You let your head relax onto the bed instead of continuing to hold it up, ‘cause doing that was much more painful.

“God.” You muttered, relieved to be full and get the virginity loss out of the way. You should be getting a cake and celebration for this, if it wasn’t your uncle. But still. Taking big, pierced dick deemed trophy worthy. Or maybe a plaque.

Leon gazed down at you through straight locks, shaking them out of his face a little. He pulled himself out, minus the tip, before pushing back in with a groan- his Adam’s Apple bobbing hypnotically. Your spine arched, lifting your back off the mattress and your hands dug into your own thighs, helping hold them in place.

“You like that, huh?” He asked, the difference between it being pure hormones and condescension was blurred. Could have been both. He doesn’t give that much of a timeframe to start dragging his cock in and out of you, slowly picking up speed and bottoming out each time- balls slapping against your bottom.

You babble nonsensically, the ribbed sensation of his piercings almost sending you into hysterics. Something about yes, yes. I love it. Need you to fuck me so hard that my dad disowns me because I’m wheelchair bound and he knows why.

“Feels good, baby. I know it. Bet it’s hitting places you didn’t even know you had.” If he wasn’t so fucking hot, you’d probably have the ick from how cocky he is. Or not, you’re fucked up.

He leaned forward over you more to tangle into your hair, guiding your head to more of an angle and exposing your neck. You were so overwhelmed from how hard and deep he’s fucking you, not to mention his dick feels like how you imagine a beginner level bad dragon dildo to feel. Or maybe a less monster-y version anyways. It just feels fucking good and that’s all you needed to care about. Soft, airy cries crawl their way from your throat and leave you between that and moaning. Uncle, please. Please, please, please, harder.

“Let it all out, that’s it. Uncle Leon’s gonna take good care of this pussy.”

You nod as much as you can with his hold on your hair, and he pants into your collarbone, sweaty and nasty on top of you. You feel like you’re almost being crushed under his weight but it’s only hotter, and gets even more when you feel his free hand slip between your damp bodies to thumb your aching and still-sensitive clit. You tighten around his cock in reaction- gasping.

“Take it, babydoll. Fuck. Show me how much you want your uncle to make you cum. Belong on my cock, you know it?”

Your brain is off somewhere in a hot air balloon, far from its preferred skull. Which is yours. He speaks in ways you didn’t imagine you’d ever get to be spoken to or even enjoy. But it’ll be the only thing that gets you off from now on, no doubt about it.

“Uh huh, belong on your dick forever. Never wanna take it out.” Yeah. You’re stupid for him.

“Fuck. That’s my girl. Keep talking like that and I’m not ever letting you go.”

You nod your head.

“Want that, want that so bad. ‘D let you fuck me whenever you want, uncle.”

His lips curl into a half-pressed grin before he’s panting again- a bead of sweat dripping onto him. You remember he did something with the AC. Yeah-to the heat in the apartment is frying you good and well. Guess he wanted the sex to be extra clammy and gross. You know, besides the incest.

“Christ. Fuck, yes.” He groans deep, throaty and carnal.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you. You’d be the prettiest little girlfriend. Sitting around waiting to get fucked all the time. I know how needy my baby is.” Christ. You’re going to the deepest abyss in hell. You’re sure whatever torment awaits is worth it though, so it’s not a big deal right now.

“Wanna be yours.” You choke, throat dry. Ah, you remember you’re intoxicated. That must be why you’re so loose at saying this stuff.

“Open up.” He huffs, almost face to face with you but still enough that his breath is hot on your features. You’re hasty to open your mouth like a whore, Leon dribbling his gathered spit down onto your tongue.

“Gotta keep you hydrated, baby. Can’t have that throat getting raw, can we?” You nod, there’s so many nasty things happening you can’t process it properly- unaware of everything as you cum a second time on his hand, squeezing his dick like a much softer and less dangerous guillotine.

His thrusts were a little more sloppy and erratic- alcohol fully set in for the both of you. Normally, he’d be able to hold off his orgasm a little longer- but combatting it wasn’t an option in this drunken state.

“Christ- so fucking pretty and tight when you cum on my dick. Gonna cum too, baby. Don’t think I can pull out right now.”

You shake your head no.

“Don’t pull out, please. Please uncle, ‘ll do whatever you want.”

He laughs brokenly, choked up from the moans that need to come out first.

“God, yes. Okay. Gonna fill this sweet pussy up, baby.”

He focuses a few more thrusts, hard enough to make it hurt a little and sloppy enough to still be just the right amount of perfect.

“Here it comes, baby. Need you to take i- shit.” He buried deep inside you as he came hard, rasped voice and all while he held his place firm. His hair is stuck to his face in some areas, his natural scent emanating off of the sweat droplets.

His dick spasms inside you, filling you with every bit of semen he’s got pent up in him. You could almost feel the way your cunt was full of his cum, having no room around his dick to go anywhere, really.

He relaxed a little, letting out a long, pleasurable groan. You yourself joined him in letting your body go limp as it could in this position. He grabbed your legs to straighten them out and let them wrap around his waist, making you realize they were folded too long and that they ache a bit.

He kissed your collarbone, picking up his head and kissing your cheek next.

“Mm. Did so great for me, babydoll. Not gonna be able to let you go now.” He teased, another peck to your mouth that you managed to reciprocate just in time.

“Then don’t.” You tell him, mumbling.

“I can manage that. Could easily be my girl. Would have to be our little secret, though.” He adds at the end, threading his fingers in your hair.

Yeah, you’re not turning down that offer.

[fishiefishieluvr]

🍎🐶 caleb relationship headcanons🍎🐶

my heart is now shared by both rafayel and caleb so i had to succumb to my desires and write headcanons for our favorite colonel… forgive me these are a bit rushed i wrote it in like 20 minutes i’ve been thinking about him waaaayyy too much!

a/n: i tried to make it gender neutral as possible. warnings for nsfw content, implied obsessive / yandere tendencies, alcohol mention, that’s all i can think… enjoy!!

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♡ — literally will drop almost anything he’s doing when he gets a text from you, whether it’s just simply chatting about your day or a new interest, or — better yet, inviting him over — he always responds and makes time for you.

♡ — even after graduating and heading off to the DAA, he still felt… intertwined, to say the least with you. as mentioned before, even in the brief absences between texts and phone calls, i feel like caleb definitely is the type to somewhat feel or understand what you’re feeling even while away. oh? you’re sad and depressed? that explains why caleb has been having kind of a shitty day without even knowing.

♡ — constantly fiddles with the necklace you had gifted him. it’s a habit, practically second nature to him. it especially helps him when his nerves are in overdrive.

♡ — this isn’t even a headcanon but gooood god did it piss him off somewhat when girls fawned over him. it wasn’t the girl's faults and he can’t really blame them it's just….. his heart has been dead set on you since the beginning. the only attention he thrives on is yours, whatever sort of attention even.

♡ — snuck one of your plushies away with him when he went off to pilots academy. he stashes it away whenever one of his guy friends (cause caleb never allows any girls in his dorm who aren’t you lol) stops by. he’s even freakier too, practically bathing it secretly in your perfume or body spray before he sneaks off to pack. it’s safe to say he sleeps with it almost every night.

♡ — when you do finally meet again whether during holidays or after he graduates, he sticks by your side almost constantly. regardless! he is respectful of your boundaries and will immediately retreat away if you seem even the slightest bit uncomfortable by it (that’s not to say he won’t sulk a bit. but he’ll do it in the comfort of privacy).

♡ — loves to cuddle and embrace you, fucking thrives on that shit. pre-relationship and growing up wise he snuck what he could from long and warm embraces, nights spooning you on the couch or in his bed, and little forehead kisses… even holding your hand causes his pulse to quicken and his cheeks to turn a rosy hue.

♡ — you thought he was clingy pre relationship? ohhhhh boy it’s increased tenfold when you both finally confess feelings. he feels physically and emotionally unwell when without you for a certain period of time. he only feels the slightest bit better when he goes on week to month(s) long missions as colonel once you finally relent and move in with him. coming back to you, his anchor, his home, his heart… his everything. it makes it all so worth it.

♡ — speaking of this man definitely spoils you in every aspect. i just know he gets paid so damn well so he spends all his earnings on you. don’t mention something that caught your eye even in passing because next thing you know it’s in your hands either the next day or a week later.

♡ — i believe without a doubt that caleb is the type to have planned on getting married to you the second he realized his feelings for you. why else would he chase off anyone who sought your heart if he wasn’t planning on a future entirely with just you and him (and some little ones. but not relevant rn!)? whatever sort of wedding you wanted, he’d give you in a heartbeat. proposes to you for sure pretty early on, which isn’t all that surprising seeing as you spent your entire lives together.

♡ — the bane of his existence is the nights you decide to go out with friends. regardless if drinks are involved, caleb insists on picking you up at the end of the night. and if a sleepover is in the works? oh he’s so pouty about it… i think there are a select few people who he trusts with your safety (even though you insist you’re grown enough to defend yourself), one of them is definitely tara. so yaaay! every now and then you can have a peaceful girls night ^^

now onto the nsfw part :o

♡ — i’m the biggest virgin caleb supporter ever. i agree that he’d read up and study on how to perfect his first time (and potentially yours if you’re losing it too). he definitely is pathetic though in my eyes and doesn’t last very long at all despite his long studying, cums under a minute whether it’s from oral or inside of you. prepare to comfort him because he will feel slightly pathetic about it…

♡ — finds comfort in rutting against your thigh, your ass, you name it! puppy caleb is so real… he’d whimper in your ear, breath hot against your skin, practically drooling as he warns you of his impending orgasm.

♡ — on the nights where his duty as colonel is far too exhausting, he definitely thoroughly enjoys cockwarming. after being apart from you for soooo long and even after work duties, he just needs to be connected and intertwined with you. there’s no work to be done so long as he has you in his arms and he’s inside of you in some shape or form.

♡ — gets fucked-out and drunk off of you way too easily. again with the first headcanon, he cums in his pants just from witnessing your pleasure. anything with you will get him off.

♡ — caleb definitely is the type to experiment with you. his only no-no’s are stuff that could risk seriously rendering you injured. choking? absolutely, that’s fine! just nothing too extreme. gun play? gets off sooo much watching the barrel of his gun in your mouth, no bullets inside, of course! he’s not picky, your pleasure is his pleasure, after all.

[justanothermemestrider]

40k Sfw Alphabet - Robute Guilliman

Here it is! We've finally reach big blue boy Bobby G himself!

Apologies for spelling and grammar errors that inevitably slipped past my eye.

Hope you guys enjoy!

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

Robute is super affectionate, and his primary ways of expressing and receiving it are physical touch and loving words. Every interaction he ends with a kiss followed by a quick, muttered "love you." If you are in arms reach, he always wants to have a hand on you or an arm around you. He just wants to be near you, all the time. Some might call him clingy for it, but I call him adorable.

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

Robute would be the most reliable homeboy you could ever ask for. He's the kinda friend who would pick you up from the airport or help you move house. But he's also the friend that you need to do welfare checks on regularly, because he cannot do self care for the life of him (it's the workaholic thing).

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

Robute loves cuddling. Physical touch is one of his primary love languages, both giving and receiving. It makes him feel loved, safe and removed from the stresses of his everyday life/work. He'll cuddle any which way-- so long as you're nice and close he's a happy man. But despite being so much bigger than you, he likes being a little spoon. He likes it a lot, actually.

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

Absolutely. It's literally canon that after the war was done, Robute wanted to settle down on a nice little farm and live out his live in peaceful simplicity. The only thing that would make that dream better would be sharing it with you.

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

Far as 40k characters go, breaking up with Robute would be pretty tame. Tears would be shed, angry words maybe exchanged, but in the aftermath he isn't going to stalk you, watch over you or anything deranged like that (looking at you, Sanguinius and Sevetar).

He would also eventually move on from you, but it wouldn't be without heartache. It'd be the little, everyday reminders that trip him up. Like hearing your favourite song, or seeing a book on his shelf that you'd gifted to him once, or visiting the place you shared your first kiss. Things like that will make his breath hitch and his chest suddenly ache.

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

Robute is very keen on marriage and commitment. But your wedding, he would want to keep a lowkey, private affair. Just your family and his handful of most trusted friends as attendees (and Lion, if he's around), held in a Fortress of Hera that's been closed off from the public for the day. Robute wouldn't want politics or public affairs sullying this day: he wants it to only be about you and him, about your love. That's it.

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

Robute is the third most gentle Primarch after Vulkan and Sanguinius imo. Again, you can thank his normal upbringing and loving parents for that. He comforts you with hugs and kisses if you are upset. He cares for you when you are unwell. He treats with such delicateness and tenderness that a lot of the time, you feel like a princess.

He's also hyper aware of his size and strength compared to you, so whenever he's touching you, he's always super soft and careful.

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

Robute loves hugs. Aside from using words, they are is primary way of showing you affection. He crouches on one knee, envelopes you in his enormous arms and holds you right up against his chest. He also likes having you sitting on his lap while he's behind his desk, where he can casually hold you from behind as he works.

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

As far as the Primarchs go, I can see Robute being faster than most in using the L word. Like, a normal amount of time you might expect from a relationship IRL (which, by Primarch standards, is lightning quick). Amazing what growing up on a normal planet with actual parents can do for a man lol.

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

Robute is definitely one of the more emotional mature and self assured of the Primarchs. As such, he's one of the least jealous. The only way he might get jealous is if someone like Sanguinius or Fulgrim were to be particularly physically affectionate towards you. Then, the next time you two are alone, he's going to... shall we say, ravish you, to reassert just which of his brothers you chose to make your lover... and why.

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

Robute is an absolute sucker for neck kisses. Giving them, receiving them, you name it. He loves the intimacy of it, but also the vulnerability. To expose his throat to you, to let you kiss, nip and bite the one of the most sensitive, vulnerable parts of him, and for you to allow him that same privilege... He loves it.

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

Not great, but not terrible. Robute can manage with entertaining children, but he doesn't necessarily enjoy it the way, say, Vulkan might. I could see him wanting to be a Dad someday, though. All part of his desire for a domestic life.

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

Robute is not a morning person. At all. He just wants to stay in bed with you all day-- away from the stress of the regent position, safe and relaxed in your arms. But alas, that is just not possible.

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

You're lucky if you're still awake by the time Robute makes it to bed, man is so drowned in his work (though frankly it's his fault, he doesn't ever think to give himself a break).

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?)

Robute is fairly open about himself as far as Primarchs go. He hasn't many skeletons in his closet compared to some of his brothers, and those that he does have, he's mature enough, and trusts you enough, to be able to talk about them with you.

The one thing he wouldn't be open about, though, is issues regarding his work. He doesn't want to burden you with such things. Even if it sharing those burdens might be better for his own mental health and help alleviate your worries about it.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Take one look at this man's job description, and you know he's got the patience of a saint. Most of the time, at least. When Robute is particularly stressed, frustrated or exhausted, it cuts his temper in half. He knows this, however, and he does his best to be mindful of it when he comes home to you. But it doesn't always work: sometimes he will be prone to snap.

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?)

Robute remembers all the important things about you: your favourite hobbies and things, your birthday, the names and birthdays of all your friends and family, that kind of thing. But tiny little details, he doesn't remember so much.

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

You gifted him a book once. It wasn't for any occasion, you just saw it one day, thought he would like it and decided to purchase it for him. Little did you (or the seller, for that matter) know, this book is a copy of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. Robute couldn't believe his eyes. Frankly, he still can't. But he'll never forget the almost blasé way you offered it to him, then the confusion on your face when you saw the utter shock, joy and gratitude on his.

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

Protectiveness is a common trait shared by all the Primarchs, and Robute is no different. You are kept out of the public eye wherever and whenever possible. And when you do venture into public you've got a personal guard of Ultramarines assigned to your person-- most of whom come from the same company as those who make up Marneus Calgar's honour guard.

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

Robute is a man of words and physical affections: acts of service aren't really his love language. Also, his work means he rarely has time for things like dates, gift-buying and such. Large occasions however, like your birthday or your relationship's anniversary, he will carve out time for. If that means delegating to Calgar, Sicarious or the Lion for a day or two, then so be it.

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

The obvious one is that he's a workaholic. Which is, like... Duh. This is Robute Guilliman. He's know for two things: his funny name and his stressed-out-workaholic-energy. As his significant other, it's often hard to pin him down for quality time. Or even to get him to give you attention. Takes a lot of patience and dogged determination on your part. Sometimes, you have to resort to sweeping into his office and kicking your feet up, giving him no choice but to put the parchment down and pay attention to you.

Another flaw I propose of Robute's is a slight arrogant streak. A his-way-or-the-highway type beat. It comes from his personality, but also his intelligence. Robute is used to being the smartest person in the room. He's used to being right. And while he never does it intentionally, it can result in him behaving a little stubbornly and a little arrogantly during arguments or disagreements. As soon as you point it out, though, he's immediately bashful. He apologises profusely, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, cursing himself for treating you so.

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

Robute isn't vain at all, but he does take pride in his appearance. Considering his background and his current status as Imperial Regent, it makes a lot of sense. He shaves everyday, always has his hair well-kept, and even when he's hanging around home with you, he somehow manages to look just as immaculate in casual robes as he does his ceremonial dress. The last part isn't even on purpose; Robute is just that classy.

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

While I think Robute could eventually move on from you if you were to leave him (be it through death or a break up), deep down he would always feel incomplete without you. Like there was a little hole in his heart that shrinks with time, but never fills in completely ever again.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Even though they don't happen often, Robute loves date nights. Particularly, he loves taking you to the theatre. Plays, musical performances, everything in between. This stuff is his passion, and so rarely does he get the opportunity to share it with anyone. While attending shows, he's always glancing your way, anxious to know if you are enjoying yourself. And of course, you are. Even if such things as theatre shows aren't your thing, the simple fact that Robute is so obviously happy and that he is finally out of that damned office!

Also, bonus headcanon!

He loves it when you call him "Robu."

Nothing further, your honour.

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

Robute needs someone who can be patience with him. He needs someone with little ego and a lot of chilled-out energy. Thus, the opposite of these things are things he would not like in a partner.

(Funnily enough, sounds an awful lot like he wouldn't like being with someone who was too similar to himself. He and Perty share that in common.)

Z = Zzz (What is are sleep habits of theirs?)

Poor Robute. A 3rd year university student in the midst of studying for their mid terms would have a healthier sleep schedule. There's just so much to do, so much to worry about. And because of Robute's personality, he just cannot switch his brain off from these things.

I genuinely think he would benefit SO greatly from some meditation/mindfulness exercises before bed. And you might be the one to suggest them, or even guide him through them. He would drag himself to bed, utterly exhausted, yet his mind still spinning with concerns and to-be-completed tasks. You would curl up against his side, tell him to stop and close his eyes. Then, you'd rest your palm on his belly, tell him to breathe into your hand and just focus on the sound of your voice. It wouldn't be long after that until Robute falls asleep. And in the morning, the first thing he will say to you is thank you. Ever since being with you, he has never slept better in his life.

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