#HIS HAND TATTOO AUGH

[impossiblerebelblaze]

Have you people seen the fffucking family photo from the alt timeline in the artbook!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cementcornfield]

PFW25

[marcelineuntitled]

ohhh thinking about gansey again,,, im unwell

[flyingwargle]

november fanfic recs!

we're almost at the end of the year, but there's always fanfic to be read! check out previous months' recs: october, september, august, july

some of these fics are rated e!

sakuatsu

can we always be this close (forever and ever?) g. 3.1k. sakusa approaches osamu to ask for his ring size because he plans to propose to atsumu. osamu instead interrogates him to see if he's ready to be with atsumu forever, while suna watches. very endearing with the best ending ever.

The Wisdom Tooth Incident™ g. 4.8k. atsumu gets his wisdom tooth removed and forgets about sakusa in his post-anesthetic haze. i will never tire of this trope. you can pry it from my cold, dead hands.

city of millions t. 7.2k. mostly sakusa-centric and background sakuatsu. a beautiful love letter to sakusa's early years of university, his friendship with akaashi, and learning to reconnect with things that he left in the past (things being miya atsumu).

lingua franca m. 9.1k. sakusa learns about the different love languages through his life and finally finds someone who has the same love language as him.

itadakimasu t. 10.9k. pro athlete sakusa puts out an ad for someone to cook him meals, and aspiring chef atsumu answers his call. a slow but beautiful partnership that leads to love.

double lift e. 12.8k. 3/3. accidentally been reading a lot of winterwaltz6's works this month huh (they're all very good though). this one is the intimacy of sakusa helping atsumu re-dye his hair after he's been on the bench due to a knee injury. very soft and warm <3

halfway to sunrise e. 12.9k. atsumu offhandedly tells sakusa that he can sleep with him and sakusa takes him up on it. fwb to lovers.

hustle for that muscle e. 13.8k. atsumu and suna make a bet on who can get an underwear ad first, and the loser has to ask their respective crush out. atsumu loses, hence the hilarious attempt to ask sakusa out, which leads to eventually trying to sleep with him.

anchor m. 21.3k. atsumu helps sakusa through his panic attack and sakusa reciprocates in turn. augh, the emotional damage this caused, but the fluff made up for it. beautiful writing and discussions of mental health.

take two e. 23k. 3/3. sakusa reconnects with his ex, atsumu, after finding him on an adult site, and maybe, just maybe, they'll rekindle their relationship. the prose was full of so much pining and love.

A Thousand Cuts t. 37.9k. 3/3. this is the perfect study of misunderstandings, miscommunication and unrequited love. absolutely heartbreaking with gripping prose.

hand study e. 84.4k. 7/7. atsumu injures sakusa's hand and becomes his personal helper while he heals, with benefits. fwb to lovers with a healthy dose of angst but has a happy ending.

Lessons in Falling e. 87.2k. 6/6. sakusa resists from falling in love with atsumu because he believes his family is cursed with falling out of love and dysfunctional relationships. atsumu is so tooth-rottingly sweet and patient while waiting for sakusa to make peace with his family. gripping prose and tension. one of my favorites <3

iwaoi

thrilled by the still of your hand t. 2.6k. iwa and bokuto arm wrestle. that's it, that's the fic. and oikawa kisses iwa but that comes later.

tattoo your name across my heart g. 5.4k. iwa drunkenly gets oikawa's name tattooed on his arm. SO CUTE. SO FLUFFY. augh my heart, they love each other so much.

Even here, there is light t. 11.4k. single dad oikawa finding love in iwa. oikawa's son is so lovely in this, along with their love.

come get me, come love me m. 20.7k. oikawa is invited to a wedding upon his return to japan and comes face to face with his ex, iwa, after several years. a lovely, lovely fic of coming back together <3

Learning to Walk (So That We Can Run) m. 27.6k. oikawa's knee isn't healing the way it's supposed to be, thus a long journey of getting surgery and enduring the rehab that follows. iwa is with him every step of the way.

bokuaka

and i have never felt so bright t. 16.5k. 5 times akaashi told himself not to be selfish in life and 1 time he decided to. the 2nd chapter blew me away with the domestic details and eventual getting together. such a sweet fic.

down, boy e. 87.8k. 15/15. think of sakuatsu's terminal curiosity but bokuaka. that's all i can really say without being too detailed, other than it's slow burn with a lot of spice.

sunaosa

check out all the wonderful works from the sunaosa autumn gift exchange that were revealed in november! there's lots to read and fanart to see <3

the universe called and said we're soulmates t. 3.8k. suna starts dreaming of his relationship with osamu in different universes. so sweet and beautiful!

two drinks t. 4k. suna falls head over heels with the barista to the point that he orders coffee every time he sees him. except he doesn't like coffee. absolutely hilarious!

moonlight e. 5.5k. emotional spice featuring suna having low self-esteem and osamu wanting to show him that he's loved. beautiful, with so much affection from osamu to suna.

stop me if you’ve heard this one before… g. 6.4k. osamu is a dumbass and keeps forgetting about relationship milestones and suna just finds it amusing. find yourself a partner that finds your forgetfulness endearing like suna, seriously.

god in jeans t. 22.4k. atsumu accidentally kicks a god's shrine and ends up indebted to them - i.e. suna. outsider pov watching suna and osamu fall in love despite suna's god status, with a healthy amount of angst and an eventual happy ending.

drowning in gravity m. 24.1k. exes to fwb to lovers. suna being emotionally constipated, osamu being patient but also impatient...combine all that together and you get angst with a happy ending.

other

And flowers bloom in his wake g. 10.6k. kurodai. modern magic au where everyone has a unique ability and daichi's ability is that flowers grow where he walks and kuroo makes it his personal mission to protect those flowers (and fall in love in the process).

know what a river can be g. 13.6k. oikawa-centric. a character study of oikawa's time overseas to pursue his volleyball career with bodies of water as the main motif. beautiful prose with an uplifting ending.

Point Break t. 18.3k. daisuga. the karasuno 3rd years undergo the most ridiculous heist of all time. HILARIOUS. so cute and endearing as well, and so, so dumb. on-point prose, pining, and getting together. one of my favorites this month <3

heaven's here, it's right where you're standing t. 47.2k. 8/8. kuroken. kenma, a cancer survivor, moves to a small seaside town for a change of pace and meets kuroo, the local science teacher and volleyball coach. slowburn romance with perhaps one of the best twists that i have ever read.

Making a Home g. 106.3k. 27/27. arankita. kita is a foster parent whose license is about to expire when he's given the miya twins to foster, after they've been passed from one abusive household to the next. a beautiful story of found family and love.

[infi8ity]

nsfw. | MDI.

∞

THE ORIGINAL PLAN FOR YOUR ONE-HOUR LUNCH BREAK WAS AS FOLLOWS— surprise toji at his tattoo parlor with chinese takeout, spend and enjoy time with your husband as you both eat said takeout and make it back to work before 2 pm.

you hadn’t even made it to step two when the plan quickly became— toji making you cum as many times as you could bear before 2 pm. it was 1:25 now. by this time, you had orgasmed twice.

but toji was ever determined to make it a third.

that's how you ended up in his back office at “cursed ink tattoo shop” on his peeling black leather sofa spread ass up; face down over the arm of the couch getting fucked stupid.

clothing and undergarments lay strewn carelessly across the room, a testament to the heat of the past few rounds. toji’s dominating presence was accentuated by the sheen of sweat glistening on his powerful naked form.

he held your hands firmly behind your back, his grip unyielding as he pressed them down, deepening the curve of your arch. with his free hand, he braced himself against the back of the sofa, his muscles tensed to maintain his balance and control.

with every thrust into you, you could feel your abused walls tightening around him. the pain was intense but the pleasure far fucking greater.

“i can't quite--," your husband in between his powerful strokes. "hear you, woman. speak up."

he knew what he was doing. when he fucked you like this— like a madman— you were always lost for words. the way he rammed his thickness into you at such a force, your only response was the loud lewd moans escaping your lips.

this doesn't suffice for toji.

with a deliberate, firm release of your wrists, his hand slides around to grasp your chin, his grip intense as he forces you to meet his gaze. he leans in, his breath mingling with yours, drawing your face closer to his until you’re mere breaths apart, a deep hunger in his navy eyes.

"should i stop? thats what you want baby? for me to stop fucking you?"

though his words are threatening, his pacing does not falter. he continues to pound his thick length into your soaking cunt.

"huh?" he growls, awaiting your response.

you choke on your moans. you felt unable to form a coherent sentence, thus furiously shaking your head in protest. "n-no. fuck- augh,"

"then let me fucking hear you my love," he whispers in your ear. his hypnotizing tone sends shivers down your spine down to the pool between your legs. "wanna hear you scream my name, mrs. fushiguro."

he loosens his grip on your chin and guides your forearms to rest on the arm of the sofa. pressing his body against your back, you can feel the slickness of sweat causing your bodies to cling together.

he leans in and plants a soft kiss on your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.

toji drastically slows his pace; allowing you to catch your breath and regain your composure. albeit further delaying your orgasm. you whine in complaint.

he gently shushes you, wrapping his muscular bicep around your barred throat. his touch is firm yet tender, applying just enough pressure to hold you in place while eliciting a soft, controlled choke.

he teasingly pulls out, thrusting himself agonizing slowly— back in. bottoming out, he asks, "whose dick is this?"

"mine." you sputter.

"thats right.” he drags his tip along the folds of your cunt. “whose pussy is this?"

"yours. all yours."

his hips connect with your ass. the force rocking you forward, a moan catching in your throat.

"good girl." he praises. he thumbs his fingers between your nipples. pinching and twisting softly. "who fucks you like this?"

"just you toji. only you. please, feels so good i'm gonna cum. was having a bad day, i need it.”

your responses seem to please him, as he speeds up his pace. he abandons his assault on your nipples and finds purchase on your clit. tracing circles against your bud.

"aww, my poor wife was having a bad day at work? maybe after i let you cum this third time, it'll get better." he drawls.

he wasn’t lying; work had built up a pent-up tension deep within you. If there was any way to release the stress weighing on your shoulders, toji was the perfect remedy.

as if reading your thoughts, he quickens his movements. your walls suck him in deeper, tightening well around him. his groans like music to your ears. "you feel so good y/n. you're so beautiful like this. 'm gonna nut from the sight of you. "

the praise gives you a boost of confidence as you were unable to differentiate what felt better? the pressure of him pinching and massaging your clit or the feeling of him massaging your guts and hitting all the right spots.

you rotate your hips around him, almost as if you were fucking him right back, and toji moans with you. you chant his name like a broken record. you can't help yourself. It's the only thing you can think of. him. him. him.

his arm tightens against your throat in response to you clenching around his length. your pussy pulsates, your orgasm nearing its release as he hits that one spot- over and over and—

in sync, you cry out as you cream around his dick; feeling toji’s hot loads shooting inside of you. your juices flowing together, coating your walls and spilling out of you as toji removes himself.

the room was filled with the sounds of panting as the two of you fought to catch your breath.

toji is the first to move. he presses soft kisses against your lips before he opts a glance at his wristwatch and stands.

“well then mrs fushiguro, it's one thirty-seven." he remarks, casually sauntering around the room in search of your scattered clothing. "i’d say we have fifteen minutes to fix you up, get some food in your stomach— Lords knows you’ve had enough of me in there,” you snort. “and on the way to work before two.”

he pads in front of you, in all his six foot two perfectly muscled glory. he was no longer erect, but that hadn't diminished his length in the slightest. he motions for you to take your clothing.

“wait,” you begin. he quirks a brow. “you made me cum three times. least i can do is give you one more so that we’re even. yeah?”

“you sure? ain't you hungry?” he asks, cupping your hands against his face. his thumb swiping across your parted lips. you captured his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue against his finger. looking up at him beneath your lashes, you suck softly.

he pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a soft pop and groans. "hungry for something else that's for sure." you reply, eyeing his growing erection.

you grin lustfully as he runs his fingers through your hair, eventually grasping a fistful.

"fucking hell," he says under his breath; tossing your clothes to the side. "do your worst woman."

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© infi8ity. do not repost, translate, or modify my work.

[hearts4johnwick]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ I Luv This Shit / Min Yoongi.

SUMMARY. 𝜗𝜚 when your boyfriend goes missing at the club, you decide to confront him, but before things escalate, min yoongi, the fuckboy from your rival school takes matters into his own hands.

CW. 𝜗𝜚 3k+, college au, academic rivals, clubbing, cheating, violence, profanities, alcohol consumption, vomiting, allusions to smut.

“woo!” your loud exclaim could be heard from across the dance floor along with the loud laughs and giggles from your friends. the loud song banging across the walls fills your ears and the beat takes over your body, even though you’re sitting down, your shit-faced best friend is basically giving you a lap dance, she leads your hands through her curves and you roll your eyes as if you were being satisfied, she laughs as she stops and plants a kiss on your cheek.

“dude… you’re like… so sexy.” your best friend bites her lip and leans in closer to you, you raise your eyebrows and softly push her away. your other friends at your table look at the two of you with different expressions.

“kim, sweetheart, sit down, here have some water.” your friend sitting down from the other side of the table placed their hand on your best friend and took her next to them, where they handed her a water bottle.

“augh dude, what the hell are they doing here, don’t they have another club to go to?” your eyes go to the door, where through it comes in the same ole’ group from the other college—your rival college.

“all the clubs there are in this fucking city and they come here.” the curly head right next to you rolls her eyes and you chuckle.

“i know we’re supposed to hate them, but might i say… jeon jungkook can get it any day.” you look over at your friend and bite your lip, nodding your head and she hums.

“nope, for me it’s seokjin.” your other friend says—your friends weren’t wrong, they could all get it, definitely jeon jungkook is the most attractive one, and it seems like every time you see him, he gets more attractive. but, you had a personal favorite.

“holy—did jungkook get a lip piercing?” your friend points out, your eyes land on jungkook, who was currently sucking on his bottom lip, but when they appear again, you notice it. a black ring wrapped around his bottom lip. you raise an eyebrow and smirk, that’s hot. “and an eyebrow piercing, too.”

“and tattoos!” the redhead to your left says, and you wonder how funny all 7 of you look looking at those other 7. “aren’t those prohibited in their college?”

“and since when is the jeon jungkook a rule follower?” you smile after your friend points out that fact.

“y’all wonder if he has a tongue piercing?” you speak, your tone soft, all eyes are suddenly on you, and you can feel it, so you turn to look at them. “what?”

“don’t you have a boyfriend?” you hide your face with your hands and groan, you just said that out loud, not to mention your dirty thoughts, as if you didn’t have a whole boyfriend of 4 months, who you even brought.

“matter of fact… where the hell is he?” one of your friends' questions and you hum. “i haven’t seen him since you danced with him, ____.” you straighten yourself and shrug.

“I don’t… I don’t know where he is, he said he was going to get himself some drinks, but I haven’t seen him.” some of your friends exchange uneasy looks, you swallow the lump in your throat, and your heart begins to race. “I’m… I’m going to look for him, ‘Kay?” You say and your friends nod, you scoot out of your seat and walk away.

“careful, baby.” your best friend says and you nod. you pull down your mini dress and walk away.

you search the whole place as if you were part of a swat team. you even asked some of the bartenders if they’ve seen them, to which, they all responded with a no or a shrug. you even went to the dance floor where a guy tried to get you to dance with him, to which, you also said no. you went to the second floor and didn’t see him there either. apart from the blaring music, it was difficult to see him because of the flashing colored lights, so, at some point, you just gave up and sent him a text.

me

where are you?

pls don’t tell me you’re somewhere shitfaced drunk.

why did you turn off your location??

delivered

you put your phone on the bar island and exhale. you feel your hands shaking and that’s when you order a strong drink, and as soon as the drink is in your face, you shoot it down, the burn in your throat making you groan. “didn’t think a girl like you could down something as strong as that.” someone says next to you—you recognize that voice, that stupid, cocky, fuckboy voice. your expression changes into a displeased one as you turn in his direction.

min yoongi. your personal favorite. his arm is lying on the island, and his other hand holds onto his wrist. the smug smirk plastered on his face as always, and his dark eyes staring at you intensely. “what the hell is that supposed to mean?” you say as your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek and your hand rests on your hip.

“i didn’t even know you were allowed to party… you know, being in a school like yours.” you scoff and he exhales sharply.

“you’re seriously talking about school? do you even know where we’re at right now?” you say as you look around you, people jumping up and down, light flashing immediately coming into your view. “just take your drinks, and enjoy an actual party.” you shoot him a toothy smile and he laughs at your shot.

“clearly you’ve never been to a party thrown by us, we throw the best in the whole city.”

“you mean the ones where the police always end up calling it off and two girls come out months later saying they’re pregnant?” you watch as the proud smile washes off, and now it’s your turn to laugh. “right, how many dna tests have you been through already?” he licks his lips and nods.

“you’d be surprised.” he says, your eyebrows raise.

“why? because it’s none? wow, i actually am surprised.” you nod.

“i’m focused on other stuff. i don’t have time for that.” your eyebrows furrow at his stupid words.

“again, do you even know where you are? if you were focused on other stuff, you wouldn’t be here, and you would be studying for finals, wouldn’t you?” you ask, you watch as his nose flares.

“why don’t you focus on your boyfriend, huh? instead of telling me to focus on other stuff, because if you were, you’d notice he’s not with you, but is instead putting his hands on another woman.” you recoil at his words, and his tone, what you thought was just playful banter ended up taking a turn for the worst. you watch as his head changes directions to the dance floor.

you do the same, and your worst fear becomes true, there he was, going down low with another girl, dark long hair and bold makeup on, you feel sick, the burning drink is coming right back up, but you try your best to hold your composure. you get goosebumps when min yoongi’s eyes are back on you, and when his scent reaches your nose when he steps closer.

“if you don’t go over there and teach that motherfucker a few manners, our academic problems are going to become personal.” you breathe in, his demanding tones makes a tingling current surge through her as if her body itself recognized the weight of the moment before her mind did.

he leaves with 4 drinks in his hands, you guess it’s for him and his friends, but the way of his words, and the twisted feeling he left you with was as if you had spoken with someone who has his words counted.

your gaze raises from the ground back to yoongi, who was heading back to his table. he gives his friends their designated drinks and sits down. he fiddles with the rim of his glass, desperately watching as you think what you do, watching your every move, not even blinking—because if he does, he fears he might lose sight of you. he watches as you order another drink to cool you down.

bigmistake!bigmistake! you say in your mind as your throat burns once again and you feel your stomach begin to betray you, not only because of the mix of drinks, or because of how strong it is, but because of what you have in display. you take in a breath and walk toward the dancefloor, pushing away everyone in sight.

yoongi—from his table, analyzes what you’re feeling, and what you’re about to do, kim namjoon hits him on his side. “what are you doing bro?”

“he’s eyeballing ___ from our rival college.” jeon jungkook laughs as he places the glass of his drink on his lips, swallowing after taking a sip. jung hoseok’s eyebrows raise.

“wow, he just had to go for the one who’s already taken… good for you, man.” jung hoseok chuckles.

though min yoongi can hear what they’re saying, it doesn’t mean he’s paying attention. no, you have all his attention, you and your next move, he doesn’t even touch his drink—he won’t, he swears he won’t, not unless you do something.

your sudden presence gets your boyfriend tense, he straightens himself up and gets away from the girl, but his hands are still resting on her hip. “baby! where were you?” he asks and you furrow your brows, crossing your arms.

“no. where were you? i’ve looked everywhere for you and didn’t find you.” you shake your head and he tilts his head.

“oh… um, i was in the bathroom. had one too many drinks.” he plays it off with a laugh, the other girl laughs and your deadly gaze is now on her.

“same thing goes for girls, doesn’t it? who the fuck is this?!” you raise your voice, louder than it already was, you had to be basically screaming due to the music, but now your louder confrontation caught the attention of those around you, they stopped their dancing and jumping just to look at you.

min yoongi raises from his seat and slowly approaches the dancefloor. he watches as your boyfriend backs away from the girl and how his expression changed. a flicker of irritation crossing his face as his jaw tightened and eyes darkened. “i didn’t know where you were.”

“uhm, maybe you could’ve looked for me, or here’s an even better idea… you have my location!” your arms drop to your sides, but raise them again as a shrug. “stop using how your drunken ass didn’t know where i was as an excuse, i was with my friends sitting down the whole time because you didn’t even ask me to dance apart from after we got here.” you didn’t care to dance, you couldn’t care less, but at the end of the day, he was your boyfriend, and you’d prefer to dance with him than to watch him dance with another woman.

“yeah, i didnt as you to dance because you always do the same shit! there’s never anything fucking new! why do you think i’m dancing with her right now?! because you’re always sitting down with your friends, so what the fuck is wrong now?!” min yoongi hears this clamor from afar, and hearing your boyfriend’s shouts rose something from him, it brought him flashbacks, the sound, the tone—his fists are clenched, and suddenly he’s pushing everyone out of the way.

when he reaches you, he softly pushes you out of the way by your shoulder. yoongi grabs the collar of your boyfriend’s shirt and lands a right hook, you gasp and take a step back. your boyfriend tumbles to the ground and yoongi fixes his ruffled up hair, stretching his fingers. your hands are over your mouth. your eyes narrow to yoongi’s red hand, red because of the impact, and bloody, but not his—you look back at your boyfriend in the ground as he holds his jaw, and sucking on his bleeding lip. yoongi’s dark gaze crosses with your glossy eyes, and suddenly, this remorse you felt was gone, you didn’t feel anything for the man in the floor.

a girl comes up to you and hands you her drink. “here girl.” she says and you take it. you pour it on your boyfriend and throw him the glass. you turn around and walk away, you notice they had taken min yoongi outside, so, outside you go.

the second she stepped outside, the chill clung to her instantly. father our, stood yoongi you see him tilt his head down and as you walk closer to him, he raises it up to blow smoke, and that’s when you realize—min yoongi is a smoker?

he makes a double take when you get into his view next to him. you smile at him. “thank you.” his cold gaze traveled from your heels, to your eyes, lingering just a second too long in between, he meets your eyes with a smirk, he looks away and blows another cloud of smoke.

he shrugs and you hum. you extend your hand, asking for a drag of his cigarette, and though he hesitates, he places it between your fingers, he licks his lips as he admires the way your lips wrap around the cigarette, hiding a smile by looking away.

you take a drag and immediately regret it when you begin to cough, after three coughs, you feel that horrible feeling come back, you hold your stomach and walk away from yoongi, to the sidewalk, and it’s there where you leave your guts. yoongi came beside you, holding your hair up. “you couldn’t even take that…” you flip him off as he laughs.

once you’re done throwing up everything you’ve ate in the past 4 hours, yoongi rubs your back. “done?” you stand straight and look at him.

“you want me to keep going?” he smirks and cocks an eyebrow, taking the final drag of his cigarette before stepping on it. you roll your eyes in annoyance. the two of you stand in silence, but it’s not a bad, uncomfortable silence, it’s decent. the howling of the wind was like music apart from the muffled one from the club. you hold yourself, trying to keep yourself warm, the cold making you shiver like tiny needles prickling against your skin.

“i am not giving you my jacket.” yoongi says and you groan.

“your mother didn’t teach you manners?” you roll your eyes, genuinely upset. he shakes his head and you sigh. while you sit down in some steps, waiting for the taxi, you look at your black heels, then, you rest your chin on your knees. after about a minute, you feel the cold being chased away the moment a jacket was draped over you, the warmth spreading though you in an instant. you let out a soft gasp and hum as you hold onto it.

“taxi is three minutes away.” indeed, it was, three minutes away. you’re now looking our the window, watching the apartments that passed by you as you made it to an unfamiliar route. your eyebrows knit together and you look at yoongi.

“you’re not dropping me off at my dorm?” you question and yoongi scoffs.

“no, we’re going to my apartment.” your eyebrows raise and this weird feeling drowns you, but you shrug it off with a deep breath.

halfway through your trip to yoongi’s apartment, you realize you didn’t text your friends that you left, or even let them know, you don’t even know if they saw what happened—speaking of which, did yoongi defend me? why did he punch him? was that necessary? every single question in the world started popping up in your mind, and you hope you could have them answered soon.

“i just realized, i haven’t texted my friends i left or that i’m okay…” yoongi looks over at you.

“well, text them now.” you nod and look for your phone, which, to your luck, was nowhere near sight.

“looks like i left it in the club…” you press your lips into a thin line and exhale.

“you’re never getting that phone back.” yoongi says and your face drops, your eyebrows acting as if they had a mind of their own and your eyes getting big, you scoff and hide your face in your hands. “it’s okay, it’s not the end of the world.” you roll your eyes and hum.

“i guess.” you say.

a couple of minutes later, you pull up to his apartment, he gets out of the car and helps you out. you take the elevator to his apartment and when he opens the door, you admire it, you’d think it’d be messy or have a lot of stuff, but to your surprise, it wasn’t anything like what you expected, you could say it was even cleaner than your dorm.

you look at the family portraits he has and smile when you see baby min yoongi. “it smells really good here.” you say as you take in the scent of jasmine and a soft musk. “and pretty elegant…” you add. “i mean… what can you expect from a man like min yoongi.” you chuckle and he smiles softly.

you enter the living room and look around. you open the windows and look outside, the city views capturing your eyes as if she were about to melt into the glowing horizon. “what a view.” you say, and yoongi, who was behind you hums.

“sure is.” he says, but, he’s not necessarily talking about the shimmering sea of golden windows or neon signs outside. you smile and look at him.

“so, I’m guessing this is where I’ll be staying… because you didn’t let me go to my dorm?” you ask and he furrows his eyebrows.

“why the hell would i let you sleep here, ___?” he questions harshly and you scoff.

“because you hate me?” you answer.

“i don’t hate you.” your eyebrows raise and you feel like you’re blushing at his confession. “i hate your shitty ass school, that’s for sure, but i don’t hate you. you’re chill.” he walks away and your excited appearance changes into a annoyed and sluggish one.

“i’m chill? that’s all?” you ask him as you follow behind him, you hear him let out a soft laugh.

“what do you want me to say? that you’re good looking and smart? or that you’re actually a very interesting woman that catches my attention every time our schools meet?” he stops in his tracks and turns to look at you. his dark eyes reel over yours. “because you are, and it’s true…but i would never admit that.” he smiles and once again walks away, he opens the door to a room and you follow him, you grab his wrist and turn him around.

“wait… what?” you make him look at you, your eyes begging for him to repeat what he had just said.

“what?”

“what?”

“hm?” he tilts his head and you shake yours. he softly leaves your grasp and walks off. you look around and now it’s seems as if you’re in his room. he takes off his jacket and places it on his coat hanger, he takes off some of his chains, but your touch on him stops him. he turns to look at you, but is taken aback by your lips on his.

though he is in slight disbelief, this doesn’t cause him to push you away, or to stop you, but it makes him kiss you back, he kisses you back when he realizes that he just got a change he never thought he would ever have. your lips are soft against his, he holds you close to him, and already misses them once they part. your eyes maintain shut, but your foreheads together. “i’m sorry, i thought it’d be the only way i could repay you for what you did today.” you whisper out to him, while you’re begging for an answer, you receive it, but not a verbal one.

his lips are back on yours, his hand resting on the back of your head, and his arm slither against your back, pulling you closer to him. your arms wrap around his neck, and now both of his arms are holding you tightly. he lifts you, your legs wrapping around his torso. he slowly makes his way to his bed, where he softly places you down.

your lips part and he rests his forehead against yours, his hair falling to his sides. “i don’t think i should be doing this.” you say, licking your lips. yoongi lets out a deep breath as he caresses your arms.

“are you sure?” his thumb grazes over your bottom lip and you open your eyes, he comes in frame, his eyes set on yours. you take in a deep breath, his dark eyes and exploring hands aren’t helping. “it’d be fucking stupid of you for you to run back to him.” you blink and sigh.

the thought of your boyfriend pops in your mind, and you feel the urge to throw up, just repeating his name and the outline of his face in your mind makes your skin crawl. you shake it off and look back at the man in front of you. “you’re right.” you lick your lips and tilt your head sideways. yoongi watches as you slowly spread your legs, a dirty smirk plastered on his face. he then dives between your legs, his lips back on you, kissing you passionately as you feel him rubbing down against you. you chuckle as he gently nibbles on your bottom lip.

you hold his head as he leaves a trail of wet kisses leading from your jawline to your chest. the last look you shot him before he went down on you was the confirming look of a long, sleepless night.

his cold fingers trailing up and down your spine gave you chills, your skin becoming bumpy and every hair on your arm standing up, you look at him and smile, you rest your chin on his bare chest. “yoongi?” he looks over to you and hums. “why did you do that? at the bar? why did you punch him?” the question makes yoongi inhale and exhale deeply. he takes off his glasses and begins to play with your hair.

“i have a sister, she’s 19 and she also had a boyfriend, they were together since grade 10.” your eyebrows raise, you did not know yoongi had a sister, so this made you curious for more. “one day she caught him kissing another girl, and this got her angry, frustrated, it was her first breakup, and…” he closes his eyes, he takes another breath. “the pain she felt—i hated every moment she suffered, she never needed to go through any of that. and, i think at the situation between you and him… i got reminded so much of my sister that i just needed to do something.” his eyes find their place back on yours and you give him a soft smile.

“what you did to my boyfriend, did you do it to your sister’s, too?” you question to see if yoongi had also beaten his sister’s ex’s ass, and he just laughed.

“worse.” you smile and shake your head. “don’t hate me for it, but, yeah.”

“yoongi, if there’s something i feel about you after you said that… it’s even more attraction.” the two of you share a laugh, and you press a soft and quick kiss to yoongi’s lip. your lips part, but you’re still close, chins resting on each other’s. you give him a mischevious smile when you get an idea. “you know… for being such a protector, a knight in shining armor, i think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” yoongi’s eyes light up and you giggle.

“i think i do.” you peck his lips one last time before you begin to kiss him downwards. earning a soft “yess” from him. it’s almost 3 am, and the two of you hope this night never ends.

❛ i’m gon’ love her better ‘cause

her man ain’t shit. ❜

[gabberpopsexclusive]

His hands, but especially his tattooed fingers. I can't concentrate thinking about Joost touching "your" body with those hands and fingers 🙂

yess this will always be ingrained into my brain (literally my first post was about this)

not even necessarily in a sexual way, his hands just lingering on your body like when you're cuddling would be cute af

also have thoughts about like-- okay joost is so TALL which means his hands would be BIG AF like personally my 5'2 (157cm) ass would probably DIE if he ever touched me

i can just imagine his big ass hands being EVERYWHERE on u especially when hes needy?? just grabbing wherever he can, he'd be so desperate to touch you

but then also like when hes feeling more top-y (? thats not a word how do i say this) i can just imagine him fingering you really roughly while his other hand is grabbing someplace else (tits, side, wtv u wanna think of!)

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this is so embedded into my brain augh im gonna short circuit

i need him to finger me (same way i said in my first post ausuagauagauahush)

[crazylittlejester]

I hope the holiday plays nice with you soon! Happy holidays!

"You're going to get sick," Twilight whispered.

"Probably," Warriors agreed. It didn't stop him from tucking the blanket a little more securely around Twilight and resting a hand on his head. "I'll worry about that tomorrow. Get some sleep."

Twilight grumbled but closed his eyes. He was too tired to do anything else. Illness struck their group like a thief in the night, and few members of the chain were still standing. Wild gave some ominous reasons why he was still healthy. Warriors kicked Sky and Wind out the moment the first person sneezed. As the most isolated of the group, they fell hard to illness and were now in an inn across town.

Warriors began to hum as he brushed Twilight's sweaty hair away from his face. As expected, Twilight settled more from the sound than Warriors's words. Satisfied, Warriors smoothed the blanket over Twilight's chest. He was still humming when he went to Time.

Time's sickly flush made his tattoos and scowl even more ominous than usual. "He's right. You should get some rest."

"I will," Warriors agreed. His hands were gently but unyielding as he pushed Time back onto the bed. "As soon as all the little boys are tucked away and fast asleep. Even Wind and Legend are sleeping, you know."

Hyrule and Four were easier, but not easy. Four wanted to finish his book and Hyrule wanted just one more song, only one more. Stubborn boys, the lot of them.

"I don't need tucked in," Time said.

"Of course," Warriors agreed, tucking Time in. "Would you like a song?"

Time scowled a familiar scowl. Warriors smile beatifically. "I know just the one."

It was a lullaby his grandmother sang to him and Linkle a long time ago, and it seemed like it was a winner with young and old heroes alike. As he sang, Time's eye grew heavy, just like Mask's eyes did. Warriors stroked his hair and watched Twilight out of the corner of his eye. Twilight peeked at them and snuggled in his blanket. Time settled under Warriors's song and the hand stroking through his hair. Good boys.

Even when their breathing quieted and their bodies relaxed, Warriors watched over them. His song grew quieter and quieter. At this time of night, the only other sound he heard were the crickets outside the inn.

"Sleep well, kiddos," Warriors whispered. "To all a good night."

AUGH?? ANONNN THIS IS SO SWEET 😭 this is so everything, Wars loves the others so muchhh

[satsuha]

since sbd asked about your top 5 aa lines now may i ask for a nahyuta version. top 5 lines of him that you like/remember the most

somewhat unsurprisingly most of my favourite lines are from 6-5 so i just put them in chronological order

sorry but i think about this exchange all the time . nahyuta you have too much faith in the judge

THIS.... this line made my jaw drop when i saw it like i can forgive the game constantly showing you the flashback of dhurke saving nahyuta and apollo from the river if it was just for this moment... dhurke and nahyuta is such a subdued relationship that we don't get to see a lot of but this one line really makes me go augh.....

first of all i just really like this sprite and it looks nice seeing it up front () but ough from the perspective of this moment nahyuta has lost his father and possibly his mother as well... given how drastic the stakes were (the moment when ga'ran's guards are pointing guns at them) i think it's a nice moment that shows how apollo was able to deal the final blow to overthrow ga'ran while nahyuta couldn't... even if he was already determined to rejoin the rebellion before this part i think his self-sacrificial nature just kicked in again and he couldn't bear to see apollo leave him first...

look. look the dhurke-nahyuta-apollo relationship makes me crazy and i feel like it all culminated in this moment... i don't agree with the idea that dhurke always cared about apollo more i just think that apollo took after dhurke more than nahyuta did but nahyuta who resembles his mother more was always going to be the matching counterpart... they're both his sons anyway and i just think it's nice that they're able to work together on this o<-< with aa6 being a sequel it's obvious that nahyuta and the whole khura'in storyline was built around apollo but it's still just nice... that he has a role here that only he can fill. i've said it before but i really like this ending for apollo. also same with the line above but seeing nahyuta finally be able to be so forthright with his feelings is so. orz

yeah i removed one line in the middle but this part is also just so funny to me specifically the last line where he uses that (holding tattooed hand all angst-y) sprite LIKE IS IT REALLY THAT SERIOUS YUTY... (it is) but like i said in a previous post i think it's kinda genius that the english localization went with this nickname considering rayfa's nicknames for phoenix and apollo are straight from the japanese while nahyuta's comes from the word for brother... it actually flows better in english it's quite satisfying

[waytooobsessedwithmcyt]

anywyas i think i went too feral (AUGH I REFERENCED FERAL LIKE DOGS LIKE GEM NOOO) in your askbox so here’s another free redeemable excuse to infodump for the future :3 (ill prob send you one everytime one of the redeemables are answered so you always have an excuse :3)

-🎞️📹

Ok I was planning to use this for when I figured out Bigb's lore but inspiration struck so here's a un-proofread and un-betaed fanfic about Grian and Gem meeting

Tw for implied self harm and implied abuse under the read more

The light wind blew through his parrot feathers, rustling like leaves in a tree. It picked up a collection of falling leaves and danced them around like a miniature tornado. She was watching again. That was supposed to be his job. He knew she was there. She knew he knew. It wasn’t a peace they’d reached, but something else, an agreement that they would rip the other apart, but that neither would instigate. He’d never seen her in whole, but the flick of a gray ear, the padding in the forest when he was silent, and flashes of a tail let him know exactly what she was. Tonight the moon was empty, he walked home purposefully slowly, avoiding her never worked, but she always seemed to relax when he went slow.

Faint footsteps trailed after him, nearly silent to anyone not paying attention. He wanted to meet her, but she would always run away. Tonight felt different, she was closer than usual. He walked closer to the forest and her footsteps didn’t move away. He hoped for a sparse bit of plants that he could see her through, but all he caught was a glimpse of red hair, looking brown in the dark night.

“I think I’m done with this game,” he whispered, the footsteps stopped and he did too. They picked up again, she was running away. He tried to peer through the bushes, but the girl was already disappearing. Tucking in his wings, he dove through the bush, falling onto the dirty ground. He tripped over invisible roots as he tried to get up, but he got a small glance at the girl. He reached out with a hand, half looking for anything to steady himself and half trying to stop her from running. His hand clasped around her wrist and stopped her from running.

“Get off of me!” She cried, trying to rip her wrist away. This was the first time he’d heard her speak, she spoke with a similar accent to what his had been, though much higher pitched. The accent gave him pause, it was the first time in nearly 2 years he’d heard anyone except himself talk like that.

“Wait, I’m not trying to hurt you!” The girl had red hair, her gray wolf-like ears were pinned back against her head, despite the clear anger on her face, there was also something underneath that, it was fear. Whoever this girl was, she was terrified of him.

“I’m just doing what I was told, please don’t-” her anger began to melt, he saw her begin to hyperventilate, becoming more desperate in pulling her hand away. If he let her go now, she’d run away and he’d never have another chance. Under where he was grabbing her was a Watcher’s symbol. It was glowing a slight purple and everytime it lit up brighter, the girl winced and took a gasp of air, it must be hurting her in some way. On her neck was a tattoo of a collar, she looked like she was trying to cover it up, tugging at her shirt until it was half covered.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, just don’t run away, I’m not going to hurt you,” He didn’t mean to talk to her like a scared puppy, but he reached out an arm to try and calm her. She shifted her weight from foot to foot like a hunting dog pulling on the leash. “What’s your name?” He asked as gently as possible.

“Gemini,” Her eyes were wide, her hands shook as she spoke, she wasn’t pulling away as desperately anymore though.

They still didn’t put any effort into names, just naming them after their star sign. “Do you… like that name?”

“It doesn’t matter if I do or not, I can’t change it.”

“I’m asking you though, what name would you prefer?”

Her face was a weird combination of fear, sadness, and confusion, “I- just Gem I guess.”

“Grian,” Grian dropped Gem’s hand.

“I know.”

“Right,” Grian laughed, “You were sent to keep an eye on me, kind of ironic for a species called the Watchers.”

“You’re going to get me in trouble if I keep talking with you,” Gem took a couple of steps back, her Watcher symbol glowing.

“Wait,” he couldn’t let her leave, “I can disable that.”

“Don’t do that,” Gem whispered, “Please please don’t do that, they'll just hurt me more.”

Grian felt fierce protectiveness over this girl he’d just met, “What do they do to you?”

“Nothing I’m not trained to handle,” A fake smile crossed Gem’s face, a facade of the girl who he’d thought had been stalking him.

“I didn’t ask that, I asked what they’re doing to you,” Grian needed to know what horrors she’d been through to turn out like this.

Gem had completely closed down, all traces of emotion were gone from her face, when she spoke, it was in a carefully practiced and contained manner, “I’m sorry for my slip-up, I messed up, I should not have gotten scared of you.”

“Do you have a place to sleep? I have a guest room you can stay in,” He wasn’t going to let Gem go wandering by herself.

“I don’t want to be a burden, I’m content out here.”

Being gentle wasn’t working, he was going to feel terrible but if he wanted to get through to her he’d have to be a little more forward, “Walk by me, we’re going back to my house.”

“Why would I go anywhere with you,” Gem crossed her arms. Anger was better than a blank slate at least.

“Because I like helping people.”

“Why?”

“You’re so suspicious! I’m trying to help.”

“I don’t need help.”

“Debatable.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gem growled.

“You have two options, get home with me and let me get you food and a bed, or tell me what the Watchers do to you, I won’t make you talk in the first option,” Grian could tell Gem was thinking through the options.

“Fine, I’ll go home with you,” she relented. Her hand pulled at her clothes absentmindedly.

Grian took a step out of the woods, Gem followed. As she stepped out into the streetlight, Grian got a full look at her. Her hair was an orange red and her gray ears were actually tan with an orange tint, her tail was almost as fluffy as a fox tail, but clearly not well taken care of, it was coated in dirt. Her fingernails were long and sharp and her canine teeth were bigger than a humans. Her face was speckled with freckles and her eyes were bright green.

She was also covered in scars, her legs had tiny cuts that looked more like a knife than from thorns or scrapes. She hid her arms behind her back before he got a good look, but there was one huge scar along her entire forearm. He was one hundred percent going insane, this woman was trying to kill him, but she really just looked like she needed a hug.

Her eyes skittered around his wings like a scared deer. She was hunched over, but still taller than him, her ears were tucked beneath her hair and her tail was tucked between her legs.

Grian was going to get her out of the Watcher's hands or die trying.

[hx4x4enthusiast]

Fated insults

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Ratchet x gender-neutral reader

Soulmate AU

where the first words your soulmate say to you are written on your body.

Warning: Strong language 

Basically just Ratchet being Ratchet and the reader has no self preservation and is done with people. Also Starcream and Wheeljack make an apperance.

Move you idiotic crapheaded human.

Moving on, I just left school to go to my favourite spot it was one of the old buildings right outside of jasper. Intact enough to shield against wind and rain and far enough to not be bothered by anyone. Peddling there took about 30 minutes.

 That’s what I have tattooed on my arm. The first words my soulmate, the person that will understands me like no one, and was chosen to be with me til death do us part, will say to me are a command followed by an insult. Oh, how lovely, I can not wait to meet them. Note the sarcasm. I tend to cover up the tattoo because the looks of pity I get are just so not worth it. All I want is peace, quiet and for people to stop being annoying.

 Having arrived, I leaned my bike against the northern side away from the street and took out my schoolbag to get started on my homework. Settling into my corner I began studying Mendel’s law. Right as I got the factors of alleles, the ground rumbled, looking up I saw a flock of birds flying away and pebbles on the ground moving.

 Carefully I stood up and moved outside to look what could have caused such noise. Cue to a gigantic grey robot thing crashing through the old, abandoned street into the building to my right. Well, I certainly didn’t expect that to happen, I also didn’t think two more robots would show up.”

 “Here’s a message for your leader, dear old bucket head. Tell him his favourite Wrecker is back.”

“Wheeljack, would you calm down we are supposed to be in Disguise. And a human settlement is just around the corner.”

“Aww calm down sunshine, ain’t no way there are any squishy’s around.”

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

 As the two still standing robots argued the grey one noticed started to move. Due to the way his head laid as he opened his eyes his gaze immediately landed on me and after a second of realizing what he saw he started to smirk and made to grab me. Noticing the movement of the grey robot the two still standing ones followed his claws and me.

 “Scrap.”

“Move you idiotic crapheaded human.”

 I didn’t need to be told twice. I did a 180 turned around and ran. But apparently not fast enough as I was grabbed by grey, sharp, and very long claw like fingers. The ground now several feet beneath me.

 “Let the squishy go, screamer, or I do more than just scrap you.”

“Oh no I don’t think so, Wheeljack, for as long as I have the human neither of you would dare to hurt me. You Autobots turn so helpless the moment these organics are involved. Such a shame.”

“Let me go you overgrown, sorry excuse, for a sentient tuna can.”

“Silent you, insolent scum.”

 Me mouthing off to tall and scary was just enough distraction so that the robot, apparently named Wheeljack, could sneak up to the one holding me captive. And without hesitation or holding back punched, the one they referred to as screamer. Yelling in pain, screamer let me go and having nothing holding me anymore, I fell, direction downwards. Man, I hate gravity. But before I would have met my unfortunate end. I was caught in the hands of the other robot, which Wheeljack called sunshine. Sunshine moved me away from who they called, screamer.

Screamer held his hand to his head where he had got punched, a few steps away from his assaulter. Wheeljack worked kind of as a shield standing between, me still in sunshine’s hand and screamer holding his head. Looking up he realized he had not only lost his advantage but was also outnumbered he scrambled back and transformed into a jet. What the actual hell.

 “Augh, you Autobots. Course you all to the pits. I will have my revenge, just you wait.”

“Well, that takes care of at least one problem, for now.”

“The human saw us. We are going to have to inform Optimus and bring them along.”

“Ah come on doc, the little squishy got spunk, just like Miko they would make a great wrecker.”

“That’s what I fear.”

 While Wheeljack and doc argued, the adrenaline started to leave my system and recounting what just happened, I realized several things.

 Firstly, the last thought I had before I nearly died, was of me hating gravity. Which is probably not normal. Secondly gigantic robots that seem very much sentient exist. I was just held hostage by one and am currently sitting in the hand of another one. And lastly the hand in which I am sitting on, belongs to the robot that said to me the one sentence I despised my entire life, but still wanted to hear, the phrase I had to covered up as to not get pitiful glances or hear whispers behind my back.

Realizing doc used that wording meant he was my soulmate. A gigantic sentient robot was my soulmate. Fuck.

 “Eh, doc I think the human broke.”

“What are you talking ab…? Uh, hey human. Are you ok?”

 The next thing I knew pure fury overtook me as I thought about all the humiliation, I had to go through because of my soul mark.

 “DO YOU KNOW HOW BLOODY FUCKING HUMILIATING IT IS TO RUN AROUND WITH A SOULMARK INSULTING YOU, FROM THE PERSON THAT YOUR MEANT TO BE FOR? YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING BLOODYLY KIDDING ME, YOU COULDN’T HAVE SAID ANYTHING BLOODY ELSE, DID IT REALLY HAVE TO BE AN INSULT? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.”

 It was dead silent after my rant, and both robots looked on me with shocked looks on their faces. You could hear a pin drop. That was until Wheeljack began to snort, which then turned into a full-on laugh. And that managed to shake doc out of his demeanour.

 “Oh, you complain, imagine having that half essay on your body. In caps, might I add. So, I…, Wheeljack would you stop laughing it’s not funny.”

“Hehehhe, sorry, it’s just, buaghhahah, you met your soulmate and you both just insult each other it’s gold.”

“Ugh, so you are my soulmate. Primus give me strength.”

“Hey, I didn’t choose to have an sentient ambulance as a soulmate, either doc.”

“Oh no, I don’t care if you’re my soulmate, you do not call me doc.”

“But Wheeljack called you doc, and you look like an ambulance.”

“Yes, because Wheeljack is a menace, that was dropped to often on the helm as a sparkling.”

“Hey that’s not nice Ratchet.”

“You, zip your intake.”

“So, what is your name, I doubt it is sunshine.”

“Primus no. My designa- name is Ratchet. It..It is nice to meet despise our rocky start.”

  I smiled up at him. Now really looking at him, he was quite cute especially the dimly blue tint on his cheeks.

 “It is nice to meet you to. I am your soulmate, I am excited to get to know you, Ratchet.”

[yoinkschief]

What’s your general HCs for the fellas ? (Identity, race, sexuality etc)

Whooaagh, that's gonna be a long list, I have a ton of like small headcanons for them that mean like absolutely nothing, but I'll try to keep it to a simple list

Just quickly though:

I HC them all to be generally around 27/28 and in their late 30's/early 40's during WTFuture/in the future,, there was no real way to put that in a good list with them lol

And they're all best friends - just cause they're a group of people doesn't mean they only get to have one bestie yk, they're all super close

Also Ellsworld is canon alongside Eddsworld, they co-exist with each other

Tom - Mixed Race (Black/Irish from his mom, White/American-Hawaiian from his father - Trans Masc-Nonbinary (AMAB) He/They/(sometimes)It (It/Its depends on who it is) - Bisexual (massive masculine lean) (worst taste in men EVER) - Styles his hair to look like his fathers (otherwise his hair is usually textured around the 3's,,, like 3A/3B) - Very pear shaped like his father, and hairy too lol, the alcohol certainly doesn't help with that - Wears reading glasses (later this turns into him genuinely needing a prescription,, another thing he gets from his father - he looks very similar to his mother in terms of facial features and skin tone, but has a lot of his father's aspects) - Fear of eye contact (has gotten a lot better about it now that he's an adult, but still struggles with it with people he does not like/does not know) - Autistic - 5'5" (the shortest of the ensemble) - Works at a diner while part-timing music independently - "Monster" form is man made and extremely painful to turn into (there is no way he could control it,,, in some iterations of my headcanons like in different stories there are ways that he can have like a pact with it,,, like in my Mattsworld AU (WHICH I NEED TO POST ABOUT AUGH) he's "controlled" it a bit by making a deal with it,,, of what I haven't quite figured out yet oof) - Has quite a few tattoos on him,,, (Polynesian shark teeth on his left upper arm, cyan colored harpoon tattoos on his left side, a pinup mermaid girl on his right side, and the Nordic rune for "Wolf" on his right outer thigh) - Also he inherited his anger issues from his father as well, forgot to add that earlier with the list of things he's inherited from his old man lol - Momma's boy (/affectionately, not like he can't do anything without his mom, moreso like he really loves her a lot and obviously they're very close since they both lost Tom's father that day so for a while they were all the other had to remember him by) - Tamara is his cousin from his mother's side of the family - His first friend was Edd - His mother died when he was in highschool - father when he was in elementary, it really hit him hard (it was just before his senior year and had he not done so well the years prior he would've failed HS because of it) - Diesss ???? It's like the whole "OMG they killed Kenny" bit more than anything - like if I had to describe it, he has the Loony Toons death curse, where he dies on screen but in the next panel he's fine cause no one can actually die on a kid's show, yk ? - Tons of piercings,, mostly on his face but also in other places on his body too, though it's more like two other places other than his face area - Loves Ska music obviously, but also punk and rock, thinks artists like Destroy Boys, GRLWood,

Edd - British,,, and probably has some Italian in him somewhere, y'know like family rumors/talk of like "well I'm 1/4 Italian" or "your some odd greats grandma was Italian" that kinda thing,,, not quite sure, not curious enough to care to get some DNA test kit - Homophobic (/j) Gay, man kisser, masculine hug enjoyer, he holds hands with other boysss - On the AroAce spectrum, not really a hard no on either, just more of something he doesn't think about on a day to day basis nor really care about unless the thought is put in his head - Moles scattered across his body (not many, just one or two here and there - and none that are particularly bad or harmful) - Wears reading glasses (more specifically blue light glasses cause he's looking at a screen all day every day) - The only one of the gang that doesn't have any genuine mental disorder,,, he's got his problems sure but he's neurotypical through and through - His problems being main character and plot armor - More seriously though he has a raging hero/savior complex that gets him into a lot of trouble at times - 6' even, second tallest of the group - Very apple shaped,,, when I draw him I think very round thoughts if that makes sense - Had a major emo phase in highschool,,, he kinda snapped out of it during Senior year, or rather the summer leading up to it, but man it was wretched LOL - A child of divorce (they still made it work for him - it wasn't like they fought or it was a domestic abuse thing, they just fell out of love with each other and couldn't stand being in the same house anymore, but they love Edd so they made it work for him the best they could) - Works as an animator - professionally and freelancing ! Hard fucking order but he LOVES they process of creating art, seeing the end result is so gratifying to him and being able to see all the love and attention he put into it - Has a Youtube channel where sometimes he reviews animated movies/shows/shorts - he doesn't update it a lot, it's like a "if I feel like it" cause he only does Youtube as a hobby and as a place to hold his animation portfolio - His first friend was Matt, they've been friends since like diapers - REALLY really good friends with Tord - doesn't really know why but they are like bound by the hip - He's only got ear gauges - he doesn't try and stretch them a ton like Tom does, he's fine with just normal sized gauges that don't stretch his lobes all that much - Has a VERY BROAD music taste, anything from Lemon Demon to Oingo Boingo, to PinkPantheress, to Joey Valence & Brae, to Weird Al,,, anything under the rainbow of music genres he's probably heard one song from each - PowerEdd is canon still !! Not the superhero, but the powers he and Eduardo now suffer with lol,, but they're not really potent, his body chemistry is just kinda fucky now cause of it,,, bro glows in blacklight and sometimes just in general

Matt - British/French,,, basically he's incredibly white - Pansexual (he used to also be GenderFluid in my headcanons,,, but in the past year or so I've decided against it - he's more of just a guy who likes makeup and to wear dresses more than anything else) - Ginger with freckles, they cover his body in splotches mostly, but he's got a few individual ones here and there on his body as well (they've clustered around his face, hands, elbows, shoulders, hips, knees and like two separate patches on his back) - His hairstyle has changed so much with me over the years and it's my own damn fault lol, I don't draw him enough but that most comes with the "I don't wanna draw him wrong" thing but if I don't ever draw him how will I draw him right ?? It's a cycle is what it is - The only one with prescription glasses since middle school - he just wears contacts instead, he HATES how he looks in glasses - his parents had him get LASIK surgery to correct his vision,,, since then - His personal account where no one (except like the gang) knows it's him is very unhinged, he says some devious shit on there (it's a public Twitter account) - Also Autistic, but in a DRASTICALLY different way than Tom is, they're like opposite sides of the spectrum (Tom doesn't mask often, Matt masks like all day every day, Tom can't make eye contact, Matt makes intense eye contact, that kinda thing yk,,, even despite the fact they both have texture issues they have very different issues with textures - also Tom was very early diagnosed and Matt only got diagnosed after Tom kept pestering him to do so) - He's some kind of narcissist, just haven't been able to really pin point it down yet,, I need to do some more research on it - this could change in the future because of that so this is like a maybe canon - His father left him when he was very young like maybe 5-8 range, and his mother married his step father WAY too soon after, him and Matilda is his step sister (He HATED her at first, she tried to be very kind to him cause they're the same age and everything, and this is the first time she's had a sibling, but every time Matt looked at her all he could see was his father leaving him,,, it took until after college for them to actually grow closer as siblings and friends) -6'1" just an inch above Edd - Edd was his first friend - they've been through thick and thin together, they comforted each other when both their parents divorced, so obviously they've got a bit of a trauma bond through that, and are really the only ones who understand that kind of issue - at least in their eyes - Twink. Through and through. Despite being partially French he's got very back luck with growing hair on his body, and when he does it's thin and very lightly colored - Works as a model and "social media influencer",,, basically he's a walking propaganda poster - Has earrings, mostly wears a lot of gold - Doesn't like listening to music often,,, this hurts me to write as someone who can't NOT listen to music, but he just doesn't have a music taste,, I've mentioned before how he listens to some female rappers and other song artists like Mitski and Girl in Red, but that's only because he's listened to them on like the radio or had someone else recommend them to him, he doesn't actively listen/search for music - Still a vampire,,, er, really just half vampire ?? I'd like to think they lads did a séance of some sort on him and for the most part it worked but like Edd his chemistry is still a little fucked cause of it, y'know ? Like he's still got pointed ears and teeth, can't really do much about that, and a BIG craving for red meat and the like, but he can survive without a constant need for blood, and his skin was already sensitive to the sun anyway so there's nothing really new there

Tord - Just a Norwegian fool - Trans Masculine (AFAB) He/Him - Bisexual (with a MASSIVE fem lean,,, he IS the bad taste in men) - His hair ? Yeah that's natural - he's got some WICKED cowlicks,,, when he was younger his mom would try to brush them back to make him look more normal, but even when his hair was longer it didn't really do much for him - ADHD haver, VERY late diagnosis and still doesn't really believe it, but that's a whole lot to do with misinformation of negative dumb jargon shoved down his throat - Narcissistic Personality TRAITS, not the disorder, but TRAITS of the disorder (as in he doesn't actively have the mind set and intentions of people with NPD, but he does have the mannerisms and habits of one,, but that's because of how he was raised by two Narcissists - it's a damn miracle he doesn't have the disorder, but either way he's gotta go to therapy about it,,, and he will,,,,,, eventually,,,,,,,,, after you drag him there by his hair but I mean he'll be there) - Tattoos on him as well (Left shoulder to a half sleeve of a snake, tramp stamp of Ouroboros, and between his shoulder blades beneath the back of his neck is Jason Voorhees' mask) - Can not regulate or understand his emotions,,, the only way he really knows how to deal with intense emotions of any kind is through very physical and aggressive means,, it's why him and Tom get into so many spats, but mostly cause Tom doesn't put up with his bullshit as someone who is very good at reading and understanding his own and others' emotions - Bro's got a very broad chest,, he's like incredibly male passing, even before having gone on Testosterone - Redditor. Sorry I don't make the rules except I do and he's a Redditor. - Also has an Instagram account and it's all thirst traps,,, and I'm torn between how much interaction he'd get on them,,, like I wanna say he gets none because he's a damn loser weebcell dorklord, but I've also seen how EW fandom craves him and that makes me think that this would be no different, ykwim ?,, sigh,, realistically speaking he would get a lot of interaction with his posts and I hate that for him I hope something bad happens to him - Technically Tom was his first friend (??) in the sense that Tom was the first person he met in highschool and was the one he talked to the most during then,, at least when Tom's life was stable, it gets kinda iffy after Tom's mom died and that's where the first part of their rift really started - But him and Edd and SUPER close, despite Tom being his first friend, Edd and him just click REALLY well - Has a similar death thing like Tom, except his is more of like the anime death curse - if he dies off screen, no the fuck he did not, he is coming back as the villain - LOVES Twenty One Pilots, favorite band of all time, usually he's not a die hard for a lot of things, but TOP is one of them, he also likes poprock/poppunk, things like that, think like Imagine Dragons and Mindless Self Indulgence (YES THEY'RE TERRIBLE I KNOW, LOOK AT WHO'S LISTENING TO THEM AND GET BACK TO ME ABOUT IT) but he also listens to hyperpop like S3RL and Machine Girl, but that's just cause of all the base it usually has - that's like background music for him to work to

That's pretty much all I can think of off the top of my head of just general thoughts for them,,, I'm sure I could think of more specific ones but then we'd be here all day

[honeekyuu]

I would LOVE to see some examples of how you picture suna's tattoos tbh. I have such a style that I like for myself, but every time I try to imagine him in my full sleeve, it just DOESN'T WORK augh. Show us your vision, pls 🤲

YESSSSS suna has a lot of patchwork random shit, like he doesnt have an ounce of coherence to save his life

he's not licensed to tattoo, but he 100000% attempts shit on himself like an IDIOT and it comes out half decent 90% of the time. im talking stick and poke but one-handed bc he placed it on his other hand like a dumbass

here are some general ideas/vibes!!!

[dailyfrank]

can you tell us what it was like when you met Frank at the tattoo shop?? if you’re even able to speak about it, i know i would probably have lost any language capabilities for several days or weeks even and that’s only if i didn’t just faint and get carried out of there before meeting him

(i also have a burning need to know if he’s truly just pocket-sized in person too??)

HI!! of course id love to share my experience!! first he asked me how i was and i replied good and asked how he was. i then said 'do you mind if i asked you to sign my copy of-' and he said 'YES.' when he saw that i was holding catcher in the rye! and then he said 'lets do it alright!!' and grabbed it and flipped through it and went 'my favorite book :3' then we made some small talk about pencey prep while he signed the last page. i was super super excited but i think i kept my cool a good amount by just reminding myself that hes just some guy and we like the same book. and i guess he was in my chemical romance. i was then reminded by someone to get a photo with him so i was like 'oh yeah do you mind if we get a photo together aswell?' and he was like 'OF COURSE!' and he saw my leathermouth hoodie and went 'omg. love the hoodie, were you at those shows?' and i said 'no i was too young at the time :(' and then he wrapped his arm around me for the picture and afterwards i was like 'buttttt you should totally tour leathermouth again.' and he was like 'ahhh.. maybe...' and i was like 'stomachaches?' and he went 'maybe. maybe.' and then i was like 'OH YEAH. i have this for you.' and handed him this

and he went 'oh wow. OH MY.'

so theres my entire rundown of it . but like . augh. there was so much i wanted to say and ask him that i didnt do! i didnt talk to him about a single thing that i wanted to because i just blanked and got so excited to talk to the guy. the frank iero. so it was just like i was put in a situation with him with no preparation. so what i can advise is that you remind yourself BEFOREHAND ! that hes just some guy named frank from new jersey, and maybe rehearse what you wanna say/do, unless you just wanna do whatever. i'll be honest i felt a little sad the rest of the day due to forgetting to ask him literally ANYTHING i wanted to ask him so i'd run it through your head multiple times to try to avoid that! overall it was super super fucking fun and will always be one of my favorite memories, im so glad and lucky to be able to have met him. hes a super super sweet guy and super understanding, if you freak out or blank on your thoughts/words he will be super understanding and sweet about it, i promise. hes a wonderful dude.

about how he is irl, he is fucking.small. but like. oh myg od his hair was so funny im so serious it looked like it had been cut with kids craft scissors it made him much less intimidating. hes just a little mouse

[the-kr8tor]

Ty for the tips! I've managed to get something down aha Also apparently- seeing from someone else- Spiderman/woman/people cannot get drunk because of the enhanced healing power..they can only drink to enjoy the taste...hmmmm...*eyes Hobie suspiciously* Daily Hobie HC! Honestly I feel like Hobie does have a tattoo (lotus with a hidden semi-colon), and probably a few stick and pokes done as well. He loves the fact that you enjoy coloring in his tattoos when you feel stressed, since you also use him as your own stressball, absent-mindedly kneading at his tensed muscles while you focus until he's just dough in your hands. Yet he (feigning) hates how mischievous your giggle sounds as he shudders in response to your makeup brush tickling his skin with every brief stroke. Like- the audacity? How dare you laugh at him? Only he can laugh at you>:( He longs for when you're done, so he could immediately tackle you and blow raspberries against your skin. As much as you're convinced that he usually just does it to get it over and done with, he'll never admit how much he actually loves it. He enjoys feeling the warmth of your hand knead at his sore skin, with the other giving focused strokes within the black confines of his tattoos. Hobie loves seeing how relaxed you become afterwards, almost always falling (quite literally) straight into cuddles directly after, which he cannot help himself but indulge in. It's always better when you both are just relaxing with each other for a day, where the stress of Spiderman-ning trickles away the longer he's in your presence. If you make a small mistake, he can always tell by the way you silently huff, followed by a slightly firm rub on the area where you messed up, before being replaced by the same ticklish strokes. Hobie exaggerates that he puts a lot of trust in you whenever you do these things, trusting you to not immediately resort to tickling him when you're done. However, you know it isn't true. He expects you to tickle him, especially since he does it whenever he can to you. It's no surprise you want payback As soon as he feels you tickling him, he makes sure to turn over as soon as possible, grabbing you and peppering kisses to your face, all until you collapse next to him on the bed, gasping and trying to get air into your lungs as a result of laughing too hard. Hobie smirks towards you, dragging the covers over you both before resting his hands on your hips, pulling you into a snuggle. He'll whisper multiple teasing remarks against your temple, before pecking at it and meeting your gaze with a smirk. If you try to shut him up by covering his mouth with your hand, he'll immediately go to bite you. Not hard, of course. He's still gentle, but you'll be able to feel it. He'll place a few nips here and there on your shoulder and whatever he can 'eat' (reach) because his excuse is that he's a sweet tooth. And sometimes, you're too sweet to resist. -🐦‍⬛

Ofc, angel!! Glad I could help ❤️

Augh I know!! No hangovers for him while he takes care of you when you're the only one who's feeling the after effects lol

Daily Hobie HC!! 🎉

Using Hobie as our personal colouring book and then some cuddling after? Is that heaven? Bc sign me tf up!!!

Bonus points if it's raining or snowing outside 🥰

Him blowing raspberries on your skin never gets old! It's the intimacy and the playfulness that gets me all mushy inside 🥴

Alexa play too sweet by Hozier!

[quill-and-again]

Some Quill and Marco moments

Just little dribbles I needed to get out of my head.

Quill explaining to Marco about fanfics and the whole fandom of One Piece (as concisely as possible), while like, drying dishes or something on the Moby. No one else is around.

“So I mean, that’s why I wanted to have the chance to get to know you.” Quill admits, handing Marco a dry glass for the upper shelves. “Not just the story and head canons I had picked up in my prime life.”

“That… is a lot, yoi.” He admits. “Flattering though.”

Quill snorts. “Okay, fair, but holding someone to fairytale standards like that, all suave and sexy and near infinitely understanding wouldn’t have been…”

They can feel him, right next to them, reaching over them, hand resting on the cabinet door on the other side of them. Quill didn’t have to look to know the expression on his face, they’d just spend the last couple hours talking about fan fics and tropes and story telling within and outside of fandoms - and what fandoms were.

Marco was, apparently, as attentive as one would expect.

“Don’t deny me, yoi.” Marco hums, his voice soft, and a little teasing.

Quill nearly whimpers, following the line of abs in their immediate view and letting their eyes move up, over the tattoo, to the stretched out arm, and the confident and crooked grin on his face.

Up to his eyes. Hooded, relaxed, glowing softly within the slight shadow he’d created by looming over them. Quill could feel the heat rushing up their cheeks, but did their best to appear calm. They were older, they should be able to be more suave, and more in control, and-.

The warmth just under their chin nearly makes their knees buckle, as Marco tilts Quill’s chin up a little further with a single finger. There’s the sound of glass breaking but Quill isn’t sure if it’s all in their head, or outside, or if they dropped the glass they were drying. Unlikely on the last one, since Marco seems unbothered.

“Care for a kiss, pretty bird?” He hums inquisitively.

Augh, just the

Quill: I don’t want you to feel like you have to play a part for me. Marco: okay, but if it’s not playing? Quill: O///O