#He needs to be more protective of it so he becomes anxious about it and that's draining

[cherrypopidol]

𝒶𝓍𝓁 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝒻𝓌 𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒽𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓉

A = affection

axl can be surprisingly affectionate once he feels safe with someone

early on he’s guarded and stiff but once that wall comes down he becomes warm and touchy in private

he’s not overly clingy but he does have a quiet need to be physically close to the person he loves

hand on your leg while you sit together, casual arm around your waist, pulling you closer while you’re lying in bed

doesn’t like PDA much

he gets weird about people watching and doesn’t trust the press or fans not to twist things

his version of affection often comes through protectiveness

you’re cold? he’ll wrap you in his jacket

someone talks down to you? he’s instantly tense, jaw clenched, tries to fight the person but you always stop him

when he’s really relaxed he gets soft—nuzzling his face into your neck, rubbing his nose against your cheek, holding your hand under the table like it’s a secret or interlocks your pinkies when you two walk hand to hand

B = best friend

once axl really lets you in, you become his person. not just his partner, but the only one he wants to call when something big happens—or when he’s falling apart

he’ll ramble on the phone at 2AM about song ideas, dreams he had, some dumb thing Slash said ten years ago

you’re the one who hears the uncensored versions of his fears, his grudges, and the things that haunt him

he trusts you with your opinions even when they are way different than his

being best friends with axl also means deep loyalty. he’d literally go to the ends of the earth for you

C = cuddling

he’s not a big spoon or little spoon—he’s the tangled-up-like-an-octopus spoon - arms and legs everywhere

cuddling with axl means having his head on your chest one minute and then him pulling you onto his chest the next

he doesn’t usually say much while cuddling, but his body relaxes completely, like he’s finally safe

but when he feels vulnerable he will whisper soft things into your ear

“You’re smell so sweet”

or

“You feel so small against me baby”

loves laying with you after a long show, still half-sweaty and wound up, needing to come down from the adrenaline crash with your heartbeat in his ear

if you run your fingers through his hair or gently scratch his back, he’ll melt or might even fall asleep on top of you

D = domestic life

domestic axl isn’t domestic AT ALL

but once he settles in, he has his own chaotic rhythm

you’ll find stacks of lyric notes on the counter, boots by the door, burnt cigarettes everywhere

he’s not great at routines as you usually have to reminds him about his vitamins

sometimes he surprises you—making breakfast in the middle of the night, fixing something random in the kitchen, reorganizing his closet just because he couldn’t sleep

loves when you help him decorate the space

he gets sentimental about little touches—like a photo of the two of you on the fridge or your perfume on the sheets

domesticity to him is about comfort so if he feel safe and at home with you, then he feels grounded

E = emotions

axl feels everything deeply, but he’s not great at showing it in healthy ways

his emotions are intense and sometimes unpredictable. he’ll shut down, lash out, or go quiet depending on what’s stirred up

but when he does open up? it’s raw and real. no pretending. he’ll tell you things that make you ache for him

you’ll start to notice his emotional shifts: the way he paces when he’s anxious, how he disappears into music when he’s overwhelmed, how he clings just a little tighter when he’s vulnerable and tired

he trusts you to not judge him. that’s everything to him—someone who doesn’t flinch when he breaks down

F = fights

fights with axl can be brutal because he’s passionate, impulsive, and doesn’t like feeling misunderstood

he’ll raise his voice, pace the room, say things he regrets if he’s really hurt but it comes from fear more than ego

the worst thing for him is feeling ignored or dismissed so if you walk away mid-argument, he’ll spiral

once he cools down he usually wants to fix things. he hates sleeping while something’s unresolved

axl’s learning to listen better over time—but it takes patience. he wants to do better for you

G = gifts

he’s not great at predictable gifts. birthdays, holidays? he usually forget. but when he does give gifts, they’re deeply personal

you’ll get a vintage ring that reminded him of your eyes, hand-written note tucked into your jacket, demo of a song he swears is just for you

he’ll come back from tour with random trinkets—things he picked up just because they made him think of you

doesn’t really care about money when it comes to you. if you mention something once he will buy it without thinking twice and there’s a good chance he’s already planning to surprise you with it

H = hugs

his hugs are intense

full-body, all-consuming, arms tight around your back

if it’s been a hard day, he’ll hug you and not let go for minutes

hugs from behind when you’re cooking or brushing your teeth are usual. he just needs to feel close to you

if you ever initiate the hug, you’ll see that flash of surprise in his eyes—and then he’ll bury his face in your shoulder like he’s home

I = intimacy

axl sees intimacy as something sacred so he doesn’t give it easily

trust is the biggest thing. he won’t fully open up until he knows you’re not going anywhere

he’ll show you pieces of himself slowly—old journals, stories from Indiana, vulnerable thoughts at 3AM

likes when you do the same. he wants to know your soul, not just the surface

his favorite kind of intimacy? quiet moments with no pressure—just laying together, talking about nothing, but feeling everything

J = jealousy

jealousy hits axl harder than he’d ever admit

he tries to play it cool, but if someone gets too close to you or looks at you a certain way, you’ll feel the shift in him instantly

he doesn’t always say something out loud, but his whole vibe changes—arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes locked on whoever just crossed a line

if he does speak up, it’s usually a low, sarcastic comment that cuts just enough to make a point, he’s loves a little passive-aggression when he’s jealous

deep down, it’s not about control—it’s fear

fear that someone better will steal you away

fear that he’ll mess things up and lose the only person who really sees him

reassure him, and he softens immediately - hand on his chest, kiss on his cheek, reminding him he’s the only one you want—that’s all it takes to melt the storm

he hates the feeling, but sometimes he needs to know you’re still his

not in a possessive way—just in a scared, wounded heart way

K = kisses

axl’s kisses range from slow and teasing to hungry and rough

in public it’s usually quick pecks, forehead kisses or lips barely brushing your hand

in private he’ll kiss every inch of your face, neck, and hands like he’s memorizing you

he loves those lazy kisses in bed after you’ve both just woken up

when he really misses you, the kiss is different - urgent. needy. like he’s trying to speak through it

L = love

he doesn’t say it lightly

if he says “I love you” he really means it

you might hear it in a song first or catch it when he thinks you’re asleep

he shows love more than he speaks it—through loyalty, touch, and vulnerability

once he’s in love, he’s all in

there’s no halfway with axl.

M = music

music is his lifeblood—and he loves sharing it with you

you’re often the first person to hear a new idea - he’ll show you rough cuts and ask what you think

sometimes writes lyrics about you but won’t admit it

late night jam sessions, dancing around the house, and lying on the floor with vinyls playing—he loves having music as a shared language

N = nervous habits

when axl's nervous, it's not always obvious—he's learned to mask it pretty well but if you know what to look for it's there in the way he fidgets

he messes with his rings constantly—twisting them, sliding them on and off, tapping them against the nearest surface it's almost subconscious

if he's standing, he paces. not big dramatic steps—just tight, focused little loops like he's burning energy before it burns him

his jaw gets tight, too. you might catch him clenching his teeth or chewing on the inside of his cheek even tho he won't admit it

if you’re near, he'll reach for you. small touches —your wrist, your hoodie string, your hand—just to anchor himself. he won't even realize he's doing it

nervous axl is quiet, intense and on-edge but if you gently talk him down or offer a distraction (like a dumb joke or a song) he’ll slowly ease back into himself

O = opening up

takes time.

years, even

you have to be patient and gentle, but consistent

the first time he opens up about his childhood, it’s messy but after that? he starts trusting you more

eventually, you become his safe place—the one person he doesn’t have to put on a face for

he might start small—telling you about a nightmare or why he avoids certain songs

over time, the walls come down piece by piece. he’ll hand you scraps of himself: a photo from indiana, an old poem, a story about his mom he’s never shared

it’s not always linear. some days he’ll shut down again but when he comes back, he always comes back softer

the more he trusts you, the more you see how tender he truly is—how badly he wants to be understood, even when he doesn’t have the words

when he finally tells you something he’s never told anyone, he watches your face like it’ll decide the rest of his life if you respond with care you’ll see his whole body ease

he may never be the kind of guy who pours his heart out easily—but with you, he tries

P = protection

axl’s protectiveness is primal—bone-deep

the second he senses something off, his whole demeanor changes. he goes from relaxed to pissed in a breath

if someone touches you the wrong way or says something sideways, he’s in their face before you can even process it. doesn’t matter if it’s a friend, a fan, or some industry creep—he has zero patience for disrespect

doesn’t just stand in front of you physically—he commands the space around you. makes it known without words that no one messes with what’s his. that glare? cold and sharp.

even in everyday life, there’s this edge to how he watches over you. keeps a hand on your lower back in crowded rooms. watches people’s body language like a hawk

if you’re upset or crying he gets visibly worked up—furious at whatever (or whoever) hurt you. might pace, might clench his fists, might even leave the room so he doesn’t explode but then he comes back quieter, wraps you up in his arms like he’s shielding you from the world

gets aggressive with the idea of you being in danger. sometimes even snaps about things that haven’t happened just because the thought of losing you rattles him

he’d fight for you, no hesitation. not just metaphorically—physically, if he had to. doesn’t care about consequences if it means keeping you safe

it’s not about control—it’s about fierce loyalty. you’re his peace, his person and if anyone tries to hurt you, they don’t just get “angry Axl”—they get wrath

Q = quiet moments

axl craves quiet more than he lets on

the world around him is loud—shows, press, pressure—so silence with you becomes sacred

you’ll find him at peace in the softest moments: lying beside you with your legs tangled, the flicker of a candle on the nightstand, the low hum of a record spinning in the background

he’s not one for small talk in those moments. he’d rather trace lazy circles on your skin or just listen to you breathe

sometimes he’ll reach for your hand and hold it like it’s grounding him—like it’s proof he’s still here, still safe

it’s in these quiet spaces that he shows you the softest, most unguarded version of himself

no front

no fire

just axl, exhaling against your shoulder, like he finally doesn’t have to carry everything alone

R = romance

axl isn’t into cheesy, cookie-cutter romance

he won’t show up with heart-shaped balloons or choreographed gestures but when he loves you—really loves you—he shows it in ways that hit deeper

he remembers the little things - the song you hummed once while brushing your teeth, the exact way you take your coffee, the way you go quiet when you're overwhelmed and he uses those details to care for you without fanfare—he just does it

he’ll play you songs that remind him of you, even if he won’t explain why. he might not say “this makes me think of you” out loud, but he’ll put the track on and glance at you, and you’ll feel it in the way he looks at you while it plays

sometimes he’ll write for you—notes, lyrics, scribbles on napkins or the backs of receipts. he won’t always show them right away. he might keep them hidden for weeks or years before shyly handing them over with a mumbled

“It’s dumb, but…”

private romance is his comfort zone after all those relationship of his that were ruined mostly because of the press

middle-of-the-night forehead kisses

quiet “be safe”s when you leave

rubbing your back when you’re anxious

holding you in his sleep like it’s instinct, not a decision

that said—when the mood hits, and he feels brave enough—he can be surprisingly tender - roses when you’re sad, a spontaneous getaway, a slow dance in the kitchen, barefoot and soft-eyed, no cameras, no stage. just you and him

S = support

stands behind you fiercely

if you’re chasing a dream he’s cheering loudest

wants to know how your day was, what’s on your mind, how he can help

if you’re upset he’s either ready to fight for you—or hold you until it passes

he might not always say the right thing but he shows up and always tries to show you that he's supporting you

T = trust

trust is the foundation for everything with axl—and also the thing he struggles with most

he’s been betrayed before, in love, in friendship, in business. so when he meets someone new his guard is sky-high

it starts small—he’ll tell you a random story, show you an old lyric he never used, mention a feeling he doesn’t usually say out loud and he watches how you react

if you’re steady if you listen without trying to fix him or judge him or dig too deep too fast—that’s when something shifts

it’s not linear. he’ll open up one day, then pull back the next but if you stick around through the push and pull, he notices. that loyalty means everything

once he really trusts you? you get a version of him no one else does. the kid from Indiana who just wanted to be loved. the artist who was betrayed by the industry. the man who needs safety, not noise

he lets you in on the darker things—fears, regrets, old wounds that still sting. not because he wants you to fix him but because you’re the only one he feels safe enough to show them to

if you ever lie to him? even a little? it cuts deep. he won’t explode—he’ll shut down. quiet. cold. wounded. it takes a long, long time to earn back what’s broken

but if you prove yourself again and again? you can earn his trust back

also that armor he always wears? it drops... only for you

U = unpredictable

he keeps you on your toes—in good and bad ways

might surprise you with a spontaneous road trip… or disappear into music for two days. you'll never know

can be moody but also wildly funny and creative

being with him is a ride or die—but never boring

V = vulnerability

rare and incredibly beautiful when it happens

you’ll see it in the way his voice cracks when he talks about the past

or how tightly he holds you some nights

vulnerability for him means surrendering fear—and that takes so mucg

he’s not used to being comforted but when you do it gently, he leans in

W = worries

he worries A LOT

about losing you - that you’ll wake up one day and realize he’s too much—too volatile, too damaged, too difficult to love

about not being enough

about the future

about the band

about people betraying him

about the press digging up old wounds

carries more anxiety than he lets on

Needs constant reassurance, even if he won’t ask for it directly

When you hold his face and say, “I’m not going anywhere” his eyes soften like a kid who’s been waiting his whole life to hear that

he overthinks things you say, replays moments wondering if he handled them wrong. even on good days there’s a flicker of fear in him—like happiness is a thread that might snap

at some nights, he can’t sleep because his mind won’t stop racing. he’ll get out of bed and pace the kitchen barefoot at 3AM, smoking and thinking, heart pounding with dread over things that haven’t even happened

he’ll never stop worrying completely but your love teaches him, slowly, how to live in the moments instead of fearing their end

X = (e)xes

he doesn’t talk much about them. too much pain, too many complicated memories

if you ask, he’ll be honest—but you’ll notice the tension in his shoulders

he worries about repeating mistakes. hurting you the way he hurt others—or got hurt himself

your patience makes all the difference

Y = yearning

when axl misses you, it’s not just a passing thought—it consumes him

he turns restless. the bed feels too cold, the house too quiet, and even music doesn’t settle the ache right away. he’ll replay voicemails just to hear your voice or go through old photos

he sends you long, chaotic voivemails in the middle of the night—some sweet, some rambling, some that trail off halfway through like he fell asleep thinking of you

when he’s on the road, he’ll call just to hear you breathe. he doesn’t always have the words—especially when he’s overwhelmed or jet-lagged or emotionally wrung out—but the need is loud in the way he asks:

“What you doing?” when he really means “Tell me something that makes me feel close to you”

when he’s yearning his voice goes soft, his eyes search yours like he’s trying to memorize you. he touches you more slowly when you’re finally back together—holding your face in both hands, pressing his forehead to yours like he can’t believe you’re real

he’ll whisper things like:

“I didn’t know I could miss someone like this”

or

“It’s not the same without you. Nothing is”

Z = Zzz

night owl

hates going to bed early—he’s always up too late writing, thinking, or pacing

sleeps best when you’re next to him. needs to feel you there, even if it’s just your hand in his

total blanket thief and a clinger

wraps around you like a vine and doesn’t let go

mumbles in his sleep sometimes. you might catch pieces of lyrics, old arguments or your name

if you fall asleep first, he’ll stay awake a while just watching you, brushing your hair back gently

on tour, he barely sleeps without you. calls in the middle of the night just to hear your voice

nothing calms him faster than your fingers in his hair and your steady breath beside him

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𝒜𝓁𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓎 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 𝑜𝓃𝑒 (𝒾 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉) 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝓊𝓎𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝒾𝓉!!

[sakuravalenp]

@solconbur Maybe they don't "just take him" but:

They try to talk to him about coming with them, but he strongly declines. They figure that he had formed an attachment to the trashcan for some reason, and offer to take the trashcan as well, talking about a more secure place were the trashcan would be safe.

Danny hadn't even consider moving the trashcan because his last haunt wasn't mobile. It didn't matter what he did, Amity would always be in the same place so he had always protected his haunt by being on the offensive. Now, this people in strange outfits had reminded him that his new haunt can be moved to a new place.

It's true that the alley is not the safest; he has to be always on the look for danger. He's lonely, and exhausted from trying to survive on this new world, and the promise of safety for his haunt sorta sales it for his tired ghost brain. (Later, while better fed and rested, he would scold himself for trusting that so easily.)

He still refuses to leave the trash, tiredness didn't completely get rid of his weariness. If worse comes to be, he could just fade with the trashcan, so he refuses to leave it. which ends in the situation of the drawing, with Diana and Batman carrying the trashcan with Danny in it.

So I read a prompt about how Wonder Woman found Danny in a trash can (don’t remember which one) and I was bored.

So I took that lil info and made it into an AU.

So basically, Danny get yeeted into this unknown universe and has no where to live. And no where to live means no money. No money means no food. No food means Danny can’t keep his human half sustained.

So what does he do?

Decides to not change into a human and live in a trash can.

Yes you heard that right, live in a trash can.

Because he’s a ghost, he doesn’t have to worry about the germs and stuff. But that doesn’t mean he lives in just any trash can! He lives in a clean one ☝️

AND he also decorated it with his name so other people know it’s his!

And so Danny has been here for a while now and realizes

Holy shit there’s hero’s here- you know what, why doesn’t he have hero’s back home?!

And being minorly annoyed jealous (but he’s never admitting that)he thought:

Well since there’s hero’s here already, guess I’m not needed.

.

.

.

Good. I’m tired af

And so Danny caries on his life, being content with his trash can and scaring whoever comes into his alley. It’s fun. Sure he sometimes needs to ugh overshadow people to feed his human side, but other than that.

It’s going great.

But Danny doesn’t realize that with Amity gone (or smth, you choose) which was his haunt, he slowly makes the trash can into his new haunt.

And slowly but surely, Danny’s beloved haunt trash can starts to become other worldly kinda.

Yk because of the ectoplasm.

So now Danny’s lovely trash can haunt has more space inside and- Hey Danny can actually sleep in it better!! And he got some company too!

In the form of blob ghosts.

Two actually.

They keep his trash can clean and help purifying some corrupted ectoplasm that he finds. Because for some reason this universe’s ectoplasm seems half way artificial and tastes a bit weird. Which is where the blob ghosts help out in.

Everything was great.

Danny was loving the trash can life style.

He has two blob ghosts friends. Which he named Sam and Tucker, and yea they couldn’t talk but that was fine.

He wasn’t lonely, he wasn’t. He had two very much talking friends like Sam and Tucker.

However one day two weirdly dressed people- oh they were hero’s.

Well anyway they found him, one woman stripper and one furry guy.

But it was on accident! He was just peaking out of his beloved haunt trash can, and they spotted him.

He stared, they stared back.

Then the woman stripper asked him questions, even when he said:

“Don’t mind me, have a nice day!”

But they just kept bother him and giving him weird looks and glances.

Which- rude.

Didn’t they see his mark on his haunt trash can? Obviously it means it’s his home, so they shouldn’t be bothering him still. He’s safe as can be.

Plus.

It’s not like he’s looking at them in suspicion and weirdness, I mean look at them! What kinda cheep knock off vampire fury mix and American stripper style clothing are those!

They should mind their own business!

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Just a silly lil drawing of this lmao, don’t mind me.

[navydoves]

Dragon!Sylus and his strange affectionate habits

❥ you’re his mate, but you’re also human. his habits weird you out!

⭐︎

❥ he licks you! you could be sitting on the couch, minding your own business with a book in hand and sylus would come up right next to you and just start licking your cheek. you’d retract suddenly and look him up and down with a strange look on your face.

“what? i already explained this to you kitten.”

licking is his way of showing affection toward you. it’s supposed to tell you “i’m here to protect you” in a way. he also just loves tasting your skin and becoming more familiar with you since it brings him so much comfort. he’ll even lick your hair if he’s really getting into it!

❥ he feeds you really well. hungry? no you’re not, not with him at least. he’ll feed you until you’re completely and utterly satiated from his meals. when he sees you happy and drowsy from a full stomach it brings him very deep satisfaction.

sometimes he’ll put bags of snacks or containers of food where you frequent in hopes you’ll eat them. if you don’t, he’ll take offense or think he did something wrong and now you’re protesting!

❥ he makes you wear his treasures. part of being a dragon means hoarding pretty and shiny things. dragons are very protective and territorial about their things, but sylus makes an exception for you. he insists that you wear the jewels he’s collected and will drown you in his riches.

he especially loves it when you go out into public with his treasures on because it shows off his wealth via his beautiful mate. he���ll designate certain jewels or items just for you and if you’re even a little bit dissatisfied with them, he’ll throw them out right away.

❥ he builds nests for you. sylus will innocently steal your most precious items or the items that seem to bring you the most comfort and then bring them to an empty corner. it’s here that he piles up your cosmetics, clothes, bedsheets, pillows, stuffies—anything you could think of—and then he waits.

sylus would never force you to do anything, he wants you to come to the nest on your own volition without his input. he won’t even mention it, he’ll just wait until you find the nest and watch from afar what you do. if you finally do decide to nestle in, he’ll jump for joy knowing that you like it. he’ll also never come into your nest unless you ask him to, and if you do, let’s just say he’ll take care of you really well.

❥ he purrs, and really loudly too. you’ll hear him purring when you’re cuddling, when you’re eating, when you’re bathing, during sex, when you’re doing anything, really. dragons only purr when extremely content but sylus makes a habit out of it when he’s around you. the man is just very happy.

the sound of his purrs come from a deep place within his chest, making them loud and deep. even though they may startle you sometimes, the frequency and vibrancy brings you a sense of comfort and peace, and sylus knows this. whenever you’re upset or anxious, he’ll start purring loudly in hopes of calming you down.

❥ he walks around naked. of course, sylus only does this with you, but it never fails to catch you off guard. it’s not so much a sexual thing, per se, but more of a comfort thing. he’s so comfortable with your presence that he doesn’t feel the need to keep his tight, itchy clothes on when he’s alone with you. he’ll let everything hang and jiggle if he so calls for it.

although, there are times where he’ll purposefully walk around naked to seduce you like a peacock would. he thinks flaunting off his assets will make you want to pounce on him and make love to him all night—which is unfortunately true.

❥ he watches you while you sleep. at first it was cute, but when you awoke one night to his vibrant red eyes staring you down in the dark, it started to feel a little creepy. he explains it away by saying he needs to make sure you’re okay, which doesn’t really make much sense to you since you were in his secure territory.

because sylus doesn’t need much sleep, whenever you take your beauty rest, he feels the urge to look after you and your vulnerable form. he also just enjoys watching you do something so silly and human-like sleeping. this was one of your habits that he didn’t understand. he does finally back off a little bit after your complaining, though.

❥ he has a wild tail. sylus has full control over all of his body parts at any give time, so his tail is always indicative of how he’s feeling. he has a rather calm tail when you two are around others, but when alone with you? you have to dodge it sometimes from how erratic it is. he explains that it’s the equivalent of how your leg bounces. something you don’t even think about when it happens, but can have control over once you realize it.

it’s just another way of him saying to you that he’s comfortable enough around you to let loose with his body and do more natural, unconscious mannerisms.

[apollonouta]

Gave him the boot

Ended it with my fwb today bc the steady realization i have been in love with my ex best friend who i blocked and ghosted a year ago is too much for me to bear, even tho Johnathan was going to be a lot of fun bc he was into the exact same kinks as me in the exact same way and matched my freak to an eerie degree

So im gonna just kinda settle into maybe becoming one of those professional yeaners who still pine over their homoerotic object of affection like 70 years later. Wish me luck, I might become a published poet in like 5 years if i can channel whatever this is constructively!

[teaboot]

I've never had a cat before and I'm hoping to get one soon. Do you have any advice?

Treat a new cat as you would a new roommate. Give them space and time to settle, establish a pattern and a rhythm, and in time they may choose to become friends and spend time with you. Dont force a friendship.

Use simple words and repetition to establish communication. Words like breakfast, treat, snack, lunch, supper, dinner, food, and eat all basically mean, "I am feeding you; expect to be fed", but it's a lot for a little guy to remember. I just say "Dinner" when I mean "cat food is coming", and so my boy knows exactly what I mean when I say it. As a plus, using only one word for snack time means he has no idea what the other words mean, so I can talk about food in front of him without ruling him up.

Pay attention to body language. Cats all have different personalities, and you'll learn their likes, dislikes, and messages over time this way. Son boy here loves anything with plumbing but dislikes getting wet- his favourite blanket to chew and snuggle goes on his favourite chair, and he gives me a specific gesture when he wants me to kneel down so he can jump onto my shoulder.

Read into problematic behaviour. Cats pee in weird places when they're hurting, in distress, or have insufficient of unclean litter box space. Biting, attacking feet , and knocking things off tables often means they're understimulated and need you to play with them, or at least need some kind of enrichment or puzzle to tackle. Tail flicking can be frustration or irritation. Purring is usually good, but may also be self-soothing behaviour to alleviate pain, encourage healing, and relieve anxiety, like over-grooming.

Like children, "bad" behaviour isn't malicious- it usually means there's something you aren't seeing.

Learn how your cat expresses love. Loads of people think cats are uncaring, cruel, and indifferent, but the truth is, they're just not dogs. Spending time near you, showing an interest in tools you're using or projects you're working on, sitting the way you sit, laying on their back, rubbing on your legs, wiping their face on your shoes when you get home- these are signs that your cat is enamored with you. You're their family, they feel safe and protected around you, they're curious about things you enjoy and want everyone to know you're family.

Set reasonable expectations. Again, cats are not dogs.We bred dogs to desire our approval- cats walked into our lives themselves. They have no human-programmed need to fulfill a duty or perform a task to your standards.

Training cats to do tricks isn't as hard as people say, but the willingness or interest in doing the trick is more heavily reliant on personality and mood. Some cats will refuse all but the most basic requests- I'm lucky in that Ollie understands and is willing to do several, provided I don't abuse his trust and he's not crowded or overwhelmed or just bored of doing it over and over in a short period.

Ollie, for example, knows Up to stand on his back legs and hold my hand, Down to get to a surface I indicate, Out to emerge from a closed space, Come to find me where I am, Help? when I'm offering to let him use me as an elevator, Dinner when I understand he's hungry and am getting food, and when I put on his collar he knows to climb into his carrier 'cause we're going somewhere. And he'll do any of these about 90% of the time, either ignoring me or phoning it in when there's something interesting somewhere else, or if he's feeling anxious.

Lead by example. If you dread taking them to the vet, they'll see the anxiety in your body language and behaviour and likely learn to hate it, too. Again using my guy an example, I starred taking him on walks long before his first vet appointment, just to get used to his carrier and leash. Then his first checkup was relaxed and informal, with plenty of treats, and I let him explore the examination room with permission from the tech. Now he loves going, so I'm not stressed about taking him, so I don't stress him out in turn, and the vest doesn't have to deal with a stressed out cat slowing things down and fighting with them.

Make sure your sources are good ones, and also good ones for you. I will recommend Jackson Galaxy's YouTube channel for cat advice because a lot of what he does matches up with what I've learned and know to be true. I don't personally recommend Ceasar Milan because I personally find his methods distressing to recreate regardless of efficacy, so even if that advice was useful, *I'd* be miserable, and it'd just be trading one issue for another.

Have a person who can help. You never know when you might end up out of town overnight unexpectedly, or when your place may need serviced or fumigated, or if you may be called out of town. Before getting a cat, research reliable pet sitters, house sitters, pet daycares, whatever, just in case.

Consider pet insurance. No long spiel here, just think about it. Especially if you don't know your cats ancestry or potenyial health risks. An on top of that, fucking vaccinate them.

Dont let them free roam. At all.

I grew up on a farm with free-roaming barn cats. Do you know how many times child-me cried over having to bury them? Illness, disease, pregnancy, vehicles, other territorial cats, ticks, fleas, litter, poisoned prey, malicious humans, local wildlife, predatory birds, scrap metal, extreme heat, freezing temperatures, tainted water sources, poisonous or venomous critters, getting stuck in small or high places, tapeworms, loose nails, old equipment, falling branches...

I've seen some truly body-horror slasher-movie shit- just truly nauseating visual fuckery- and I'm telling you not to let your cat free-roam.

Leash training isn't hard. Supervised walks aren't hard. Even keeping your cat physically fit and entertained indoors isn't an impossible feat. Don't let your fucking cat fucking free-roam. Fuck

Also read up on foods and plants cats can't do, like every houseplant in existence is toxic it's insane

Anyhow yeah that's like. A couple things I guess

Here, have an Ollie Pic

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Boxer!Sukuna Part 2 - Becoming a Dad

I got this lovely ask about how Boxer!Sukuna would react if Reader got pregnant, and I wanted to write a little something for it. Thank you so much for sending me that.

You can read Part 1 of my Boxer!Sukuna headcanons here

Pairing: Boxer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: 18+, fluff + mentions of smut. Pregnancy, mentions of boxing injuries, modern AU. Sukuna + Reader are engaged. You can read Part 1 for more general headcanons about Boxer!Sukuna, and his and Reader's relationship. But you don't need Part 1 to understand Part 2. Minors don't interact. Divider @/benkeibear

++ Boxer!Sukuna feels as if one of his opponents punched him in the guts when you place the positive pregnancy test in his lap and look at him with big, worried eyes. He catches himself quickly, though, when he sees how anxious you are, and pulls you on his lap, and wraps you in his strong arms. One large hand cups your head and cradles it against Sukuna's broad chest. "Hey, princess. It's ok. You hear me, sweetheart? Everything is fine."

++ Boxer!Sukuna sure as hell won't let you be scared. He is man enough to comfort you when you need it, even though he is probably just as nervous as you are. If you listen closely, you can hear how fast his heart is beating, but Sukuna makes sure to distract you from that by pressing his lips against your temple and murmuring reassurance to you, followed by little kisses.

++ Boxer!Sukuna never thought he would have kids. But he also never thought he would find love. But you changed him. You taught him love. So he thinks that you can also teach him how to be a dad. And the thought of having a baby with you fills him with such warmth and pride that he just knows he wants this and will make it work.

++ Boxer!Sukuna's low voice is as sure and confident as ever when he tells you, "Take your time to decide what you want. I will be with you on every path you choose. I love you. I'm your man, always. I couldn't imagine having a screaming little brat with anyone else. But with you? Yeah, absolutely. And if you make me a daddy, then I will make damn sure to be a good one. I want to have that baby with you."

++ Boxer!Sukuna can't help but smile when you press your face into his defined pecs and tell him that you are scared but that you want to have a baby with him, too.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is already your fiancé anyway, but if he hadn't already asked you to marry him, he would have done so right now after finding out you carry his baby under your heart.

++ Boxer!Sukuna places a large hand on your belly, his long fingers sprawling gently over it. It's astounding that a strong, rough man like him can touch someone this tenderly. It surprises him, too, and he laughs softly, already knowing he will be such a menace during your pregnancy. Super protective and always taking the best care of his soon-to-be wife and mommy of his little brat.

++ Boxer!Sukuna catches himself being more careful in the ring as your pregnancy progresses. He used to let his opponents land a few hard punches to rile him up and give the crowd a good show. But now he doesn't want to risk an injury. He is going to be a dad soon. He will have such a big responsibility. He cannot afford to get injured and land himself in the hospital for several weeks, or worse, have a lifelong injury that keeps him from being the husband and father he wants to be.

++ Boxer!Sukuna changes his tactic, dropping the playful show and instead ending his fights earlier with merciless, hard punches, which are aimed precisely. The fans are still cheering like crazy and happy about the show he gives them when Sukuna wins every fight with a knockout.

++ Boxer!Sukuna feels even more motivated now that you are having his baby. He wants to win the championship and that new advertising deal with that big clothing line. The one he has turned down for years because he thought it was stupid. But now he will say yes because he wants to get more money so he can assure his beautiful wife and baby will always have a good life and never have to worry about money at all.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is a busy man with all the long hours he has to invest in training and in the preparation for his fights. But he always tells his personal assistant, Uraume, to make time in his busy schedule for your doctor appointments during the pregnancy. He wants to be by your side. Wants to drive you there and make sure you get there safely. He wants to hold your hand while the two of you look at the ultrasound of your tiny baby, letting you know that Sukuna will keep his word.

++ Boxer!Sukuna has always been a very caring boyfriend/fiancé, and now he is an even more caring husband and soon-to-be daddy. Seeing you with your big baby bump makes him want to wrap you in his strong arms at all times, ensuring you are safe and taken care of.

++ Boxer!Sukuna loves bonding with you and your baby that’s growing inside you. You laugh and tease him for being so clingy, but he knows you love it. Sukuna loves showering with you, standing behind you, so much taller than you, letting you lean against his strong body while he wraps his arms around you, holding you safely in his embrace, making sure you won't slip. His large hands sprawl over your swollen belly while his lips trail kisses from your neck to your shoulders, and he grins anytime he feels his little baby kick strongly against mommy's belly and daddy's hand.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is extremely protective of you and his little daughter once she is born. No pictures are allowed. The paparazzi don't even dare come to your street. They try it once when you get out of the hospital with your newborn baby, but Sukuna scares them off by punching one of them. He has a mad grin on his tattooed face, sneering at that guy and telling him, "If you or any of your colleagues come near my wife or child, I will do the same thing again, but this time I'll make sure to knock out some of your teeth."

++ Boxer!Sukuna has won so many fights, so many titles and yet nothing touched him like holding his little girl in his strong, tattooed arms, gently swaying her from side to side at 3 am, after Sukuna rolled over in bed and kissed your naked shoulder, telling you to get some more sleep, "I will take care of the little princess." And now he is gazing down at this tiny little baby. His and your baby. And somehow, his vision is so blurry, and his eyes feel so weirdly moist.

++ Boxer!Sukuna smiles, a real smile, as he blinks the tears that almost welled up away and tells his little daughter, "You are the most perfect baby ever, little one. Not like all those ugly brats I see everywhere." He laughs to himself, low and raspy, just when you come out of the bedroom, rolling your eyes as you walk up to him with a matching laugh falling from your lips. You get on your tiptoes to kiss the tattoos on Sukuna's cheek and tell him he is the worst, with a voice full of love, and Sukuna thinks he is the luckiest guy ever.

++ Boxer!Sukuna wraps one strong arm around you and pulls you against his tall, muscular body, hugging you gently while he carries your little baby in his other arm. Holding both of his girls, grinning because he knows this here is the best thing he ever had. Better than any title he has ever won and will ever win.

++ Boxer!Sukuna still needs you to kiss his boxing gloves before each fight. But now he also added a new ritual. Brushing over the soft hair of his little daughter with his boxing gloves before he leans down to press a kiss on her little forehead and tell her, "Daddy will win this fight. For you and mommy."

++ Boxer!Sukuna is mature enough to know that a boxing arena isn't the right place for a baby, so he would never ask you to sit in your usual spot but rather have you backstage, cuddling your daughter while you watch his fight on the screen without all the loud noises and the riled up atmosphere. But on the evenings, when you have a babysitter and you can sit in front of the boxing ring, Sukuna fights extra well, spurred on by the knowledge that you are there. Just like he fucks you extra good in his private locker room afterward, taking you hard and rough against the wall, loving that he and you can be as loud as you want here, making sure you squeal his name over and over again like a prayer.

++ Boxer!Sukuna still takes you on dinner dates on those nights when you have someone who looks after your daughter. Because he wants the two of you to always stay lovers, too, and not just mommy and daddy. He makes sure to savor those dates thoroughly, flirting with you, leaning across the table to kiss you and whisper dirty things in your ear, or complimenting you on how beautiful you look. He makes sure to not just fuck you all riled up after a fight but also make sweet slow love to you, telling you to look deeply into his maroon eyes as he rolls his hips against yours and lets you feel every inch of his long and thick cock.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is very passionate about his boxing career, but his little family always comes first. When you are sick, he cancels a big fight just so he can stay home and look after you and your daughter, and somehow, it makes him become even more popular because suddenly, the big, bad boxing champion seems a lot more human to everyone.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is adamant about teaching his little girl how to fight, just like her daddy. She gets her first boxing gloves on her third birthday. Pink ones with Hello Kitty on them, and Sukuna proudly shows her how to punch the little punching bag he bought for her and installed in the living room.

++ Boxer!Sukuna never wants his daughter to actually follow in his footsteps and become a boxer because he knows he won't be able to stand in front of the ring and watch his little princess get hit. But he is so proud of her when she punches her little punching bag.

++ Boxer!Sukuna tells his little girl to fight him, grinning his boyish grin as he circles around the living room doing a "boxing match" against his little one. He lets her land several punches on his abs, and Sukuna groans dramatically and sinks to his knees before he lets himself fall onto his side and lie there, holding back his laughter while you count to ten and declare your giggling daughter the winner.

++ Boxer!Sukuna is such a successful and feared boxer, always living up to his stage name, The King of Curses. So strong and intelligent, seemingly unbeatable. But the two of you are his big weakness. You brought Sukuna to his knees, and he loves every second of it.

Boxer!Sukuna never thought he would be a dad, but now that he is one, he can't even imagine how life was before the three of you became a family. His little family will always be his safe haven. His retreat after all the exhausting time in the boxing ring and in front of all those flashing cameras. This here is truly all he needs. His two girls. The two loves of his life. No matter how many titles Sukuna wins, the titles he will always be the most proud of are husband and daddy.

IT WAS SO NICE AND COMFORTING TO WRITE THIS 💗💗 He makes me so lovesick!! What a man!!

I hope this little story could give you comfort, too. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

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TWST Boys Take Care of Their Drunk Girlfriend pt1

✦part2 part3

✦characters: House warden

You guys really loved the “drunk boys” post, so I thought I should share how would they take care of their partners when they are drunk.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle panics. At first, he’s flustered, cheeks red, muttering about responsible drinking, but as soon as he sees you're truly out of it, his worry takes over.

“You…You shouldn’t have more than two glasses my rose. Oh, what am I going to do with you…”

He’ll hold your hand tightly, help you sit down somewhere quiet, and gently scold you while brushing hair out of your face. He’ll carry you home himself if needed (yes, despite his size!), tuck you in, and make you drink water before letting you sleep it off. He may stay up watching you breathe, just in case.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is annoyed but secretly soft. He’ll click his tongue and grumble about how “you should know your limits,” but he’s already picking you up like a sack of potatoes and carrying you off somewhere private.

“You really think I’m lettin’ you stumble around in front of a bunch of creeps? Not a chance, herbivore.”

He’ll get you something greasy to eat, shove water into your hands, and hold your hair if you get sick. He might even let you cuddle into his chest, one arm lazily thrown around you, tail flicking as he mutters:

“Sleep it off. I’ll keep watch.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul goes into overprotective boyfriend. The moment he sees you're drunk, he turns coldly efficient, ordering Floyd and Jade to clear the area, finding you a quiet room in the Lounge, and getting you water and everything you need.

“Don’t worry, my pearl, I’ve got you. I would never let anything happen to you… not on my watch.”

He’s anxious inside, heart pounding because he hates how vulnerable you are right now, but he masks it with calm care. He’ll keep talking softly to you, soothing you, and might even confess:

“You trust me this much, even in this state? I won’t let you down.”

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is concerned but so, so loving. He’ll be full of energy and worry, asking you a million questions at once. Are you okay? Do you need food? Water? Another hug?

“You’re so cute when you’re tipsy! But also… oh no, you’re not gonna throw up, right?!”

He’ll get you blankets, sit you in his lap, and feed you fruit or bread while playing soft music. He doesn’t mind your clinginess, in fact, he’s grinning the whole time and kissing your face nonstop. You might fall asleep on his chest to the sound of him humming a lullaby.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is dead serious and deeply nurturing. The minute he notices you’re drunk, his protective instincts activate. He becomes your personal nurse and makeup remover.

“Oh, darling. Look at you. This won’t do. Come here, love.”

He takes you to his room, helps you change into something comfortable (without even a hint of lewdness), removes your makeup with expert hands, and makes sure you’re hydrated and clean before bed.

“You’ll hate yourself in the morning if you sleep like that. Trust me, I know.”

He lies beside you afterward, brushing your hair and murmuring quiet praises, reassuring you that you’re still beautiful even like this.

Idia Shroud

Idia is overwhelmed but surprisingly sweet. He’s panicking at first

“What do I do? What if she throws up on my electronics?!”

but once he sees how helpless and clingy you get, he softens.

“Y-You okay? Do you wanna lie down? Wait, not on my bed… actually, okay, fine, you can use the bed.”

He fumbles through preparing a safe space for you to rest, blankets, snacks,everything you need and sits on the floor beside you like a nervous little cat. If you pull him into bed, he’ll freeze, then wrap an arm around you with a shy smile:

“You’re warm. Kinda nice… don’t puke on me, though!”

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is devastatingly gentle. The moment he senses you all flushed and dizzy from the alcohol, he’s at your side, lifting you into his arms like a knight rescuing his princess.

“My love… you are not well. Let me carry you.”

He’d take you to his dorm or somewhere safe and quiet, brings you blankets to warm you, conjure cool water, and stroke your hair softly as you mumble nonsense against his chest. He speaks in soothing tones, like an ancient lullaby.

“Rest now, my dear. I shall watch over your dreams.”

He’s in awe of how much you trust him in your most vulnerable state and takes that responsibility seriously.

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Hi guys✨ sooo be ready because I have a lot of finished works what I write in the past (I was too scared to share them in the past 🥲) so I planing to post those works today.

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'hormones are high' ot8 skz headcanons by @cosmicalily | skz during your pregnancy

“give me more than just some butterflies.” - ‘juno’ by sabrina carpenter

author's note: lowkey the final entry of my little juno triology! find the previous part here x warnings: pregnancy (obviously)

hormones are high...with chris

so fucking overprepared, but in the best way possible. you don’t have to lift a finger or even think, only sleep, eat, sometimes throw up and tell him about your day. he immediately switches to work from home as soon as you tell him your news, and usually ends up working during the late hours of the night so he can spend most of the day taking care of you. already has researched the best brand of cloth diapers, the safest baby strollers and car seats and the best brands of baby food and prenatal vitamins. he practices putting on the baby carrier for his morning walks and becomes a pro before you’re even at 6 months. definitely protective, no, you’re not allowed to touch the bump, ask first, jesus christ.

hormones are high...with minho

there’s distance between you, but the comfortable kind. he’s not the type of guy to need to have his hands all over you (or your bump) constantly, but just likes to quietly observe you from a distance. even if he’s not touching you, he’s always got an eye on you, making sure you’re happy and comfortable. this doesn’t mean there’s no physical attention, though. he’s a big fan of featherlight kisses down your neck or collarbone while he cradles you from behind, letting you lean into him and distribute some of your front-heavy weight. he’ll be cooking for you regularly, reading articles on pregnancy and nutrition to make sure he’s only feeding you (and mini minho) the absolute best. overall just a very calm, supportive and protective presence throughout your pregnancy.

hormones are high...with changbin

gets so offended when you complain about how the pregnancy weight will make it harder for him to carry you everywhere, and takes it as a challenge. tells you to shut up (politely) about your concerns about the size of your bump, reminds you that you’re beautiful and literally carrying a human, and that for god’s sake, he benches double your weight anyway, of course he can still carry you from the bed to the sofa. how rude to think otherwise! he massages your back when it aches, your shoulders when they cramp and kisses your cheeks when they’re warm from your nausea. he’s committed to becoming a superdad; early mornings, gym, time outdoors. we’ll see how his plans unfold.

hormones are high...with hyunjin

oh, he goes into nesting mode instantly. starts painting pictures for the baby’s nursery, curating pinterest boards for the room’s decor, planning all sorts of mini creative projects to document each stage of your pregnancy. eventually, he settles on painting on your belly (with nontoxic paints, of course) for each month, taking photos on a film camera to have developed after you give birth. he’s anxious at times, getting worried when you complain about back pain or nausea, feeling guilty that there’s nothing he can do about it. he’s absolutely infatuated with your bump, constantly pressing kisses to it or admiring it from a distance. poor guy, he’s down bad.

hormones are high...with jisung

he’s definitely more on the anxious side, but tries to keep it toned down to avoid worrying you. googles anything and everything to make sure your pregnancy is on track, and asks so many questions at every doctor’s appointment that you have to gently remind him that you’re the one carrying the baby, not him. among his nerves, there’s a silly side to jisung that you’re thrilled the pregnancy brings out in him. he makes jokes and giggles, chatting to your bump every evening while you cuddle on the couch. makes silly songs and lullabies, and is convinced that the baby’s first word will be ‘j-one’. he’s already clingy, and the fact that you’re carrying his little human only intensifies this.

hormones are high...with felix

oh goodness, he’s so excited. tries to keep it lowkey to avoid overwhelming you, but every morning he can’t help but giggle, absolutely taken over by how overjoyed he is that he gets to go through this with you. bakes and cooks whatever your heart desires, and isn’t afraid to try whatever horrifying pregnancy craving you’re obsessed with. lots of cosy nights in spent making your little future family in the sims, planning the nursery and discussing baby names. he’s also well educated, doing as much research as he can so you don’t have to worry. so many hugs and kisses, and he’s constantly requesting for bump photos whenever he’s not at home with you.

hormones are high...with seungmin

another very gentle and comforting presence in your life. despite his usual teasing behaviour, his softer side fully blossoms during your pregnancy. still calls you stupid from time to time, but it’s okay, because you’re now carrying his future stupid. immediately switches the beans in your home coffee machine from regular to decaf, and finds the best brand of decaf coffee for you to drink, making sure you stay away from all sources of caffeine (matcha is particularly difficult for him to withdraw from you). you spend a lot of time just resting on the couch with him after a long day, letting him rest a hand gently under the swell of your belly as you talk to him (and the baby) about your day.

hormones are high...with jeongin

a million and one silly nicknames for his baby before it’s even been brought into the world. some of them are sweet, like ‘bean’ and ‘peanut’, and some are downright mortifying (‘pet sperm’ is your least favourite). he’s excited, but also remains pretty calm and tries to keep his focus on you and your wellbeing, checking up on you constantly both in person and over text to make sure you’re alright. he loves coming with you to buy baby clothes, and trust, when they arrive, they will be the best dressed at daycare! likes to keep a hand on the small of your back while you’re out in public; it makes him feel closer to your bump than holding hands does.

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CAN WE HAVE DOEY BEING A PLATONIC YANDERE TO THE PLAYER?? I WONDER HOW HE WOULD ACT GIVEN HIS CONFLICTING PERSONALITIES AND EMOTIONS DUE TO BEING MADE OUT OF THREE KIDS

Yes, you absolutely can! This ended up being way longer than I first planed and I'm actually pretty proud of it :)

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Platonic yandere Doey & Reader

★ When Doey first meets the Player, he is intrigued. It's not every day you meet someone who keeps cheating the grim reaper. As Doey spends more time with the Player, he realizes that they are different than most employes. You are nice and treat him kindly.

★ His conflicting personalities create a strange mix of curiosity and adoration inside of him. Especially after you stay to help the Safe Haven instead of working with Poppy. Plus, the Player has been through so much already. They really should take a break.

★ He goes above and beyond to make them feel comfortable and secure in their new home. He introduces them to the other toys, making sure they feel included and part of their little community. Tries to help them relax after what they have been through, also.

★Doey becomes emotionally dependent on the Player, deriving a sense of purpose and stability from their presence. The thought of losing the Player or not being able to protect them fills him with fear and anxiety, fueling his yandere tendencies.

★ All three parts of him agree on one thing, protect the Player at all costs. That means not letting them leave the Safe Haven. At least not without him. It comes from a place of genuine care, having concern for the Player's well-being.

★ He prioritizes their needs, ensuring the Player feels safe and loved. If the player were to reciprocate his care by doing things to make him feel valued, it would mean the world to him. If it's not too much, could he pretty please hold your hand? (please say yes)

★ The player's consistent care builds trust between them. That trust is very important. Never break it or you might regret it. Doey is still unstable at times, and he could still lash out at you if the wrong button is pushed.

★ Yandere Doey is very possessive, he is aware of this and tries his best not to be. He really wants to give the Player the freedom they deserve but at the same time he fears losing you to others and may become anxious if you spend too much time with another toy.

★ Those thoughts are silly, he knows it, you would never abandon him for a new friend. However, that nagging voice in his head tells him differently. It may end up with him subtly manipulating the Player. It was for friendship though so it's okay!

★ He might use guilt or even fear to keep the Player close, making them feel responsible for his emotional well-being. The thought of the Player getting hurt when he's gone fills him with all sorts of bad feelings. Ones he doesn't even want to think about.

★ By this time it's too late to go back. He is too afraid of being abandoned, if you suggest going off to finish what you started and killing the prototype he would have a panic attack.

★ His conflicting personalities are unified in their fear of the Player facing danger and he becomes visibly distressed. It's too dangerous! If you leave and never come back, what will he do? Doey may even go as far as physically putting himself between the Player and the exit if it comes down to it.

[yourmidnightlover]

forever?

pairing: mob!bucky x reader

summary: after being forced into a marriage you didn’t want, you become very cautious of your new husband out of fear of what he’s capable of when one of his employees makes a move at a dinner meeting.

warnings: anxious reader, threat of domestic violence (reader is just worried abt it), groping, please let me know if i missed something or need to add anything!

a/n: reader is very timid in this. i know a lot of people like a reader who doesn’t take shit and stands up for herself, but i often find myself in situations where i just shut down and don’t know how to respond… so this is kinda inspired by that feeling

pt 2 -> control

two months out of forever.

two months of what seemed like wedded bliss from the outside.

in reality, that “bliss” included sleeping in separate rooms, never even seeing each other unless necessary to make appearances for either of your parents. 

the ones who arranged for this to happen in the first place. 

you were just glad you were able to have your time for yourself. you thought you would use the time to continue writing for your book, but you’ve hit a serious case of writers block. so lovely. 

on the bright side, he wasn’t as controlling as your few friends had made it seem he would be. 

they had painted this picture of a monster in your head. a man who would loom over your presence during every waking second. a man who was controlling and wouldn’t let you have a personal life or secrets.

so far, he’s been the opposite. 

for some reason, that still leaves you unsteady. 

because they also painted him in a very violent, angry, red light. 

but maybe he had a mistress. if that were the case, he truly didn’t respect you or your family. it didn’t seem like bucky to do that, though. he wouldn’t ruin a business deal that benefitted him so much. 

the reason you married him was because your father’s finance business was going under, drowned in debts while the only options were to sell to the barnes’ or the rumlow’s. the barnes’ seemed the lesser of two evils.

the only way to smoothly transition your father’s business to be under the barnes’ control without raising any question of your father’s capability was to marry. if any questions were asked about why your father sold his company, the not so good side of the finance industry would trample after your entire family. the barnes’ would get a new company and their many clients, while your family wouldn’t become entirely blacklisted by the entire country, would be putting your family under the barnes’ protection, and there would be less questions asked as to why the company had been merged.

you had a few months of “leaking” images of you and bucky together into the tabloids to prepare the public for the news of such a big marriage. some were photos of you and bucky holding hands while walking. a couple of you at a restaurant smiling. a few staged kissing photos… those may or may not have been your favorite.

those times spent with him, in all honesty, weren’t bad at all. going for walks together at sunset, dinner dates, feeling his lips against yours…

you had gotten to know more about his childhood that the tabloids didn’t feel was important to cover. his favorite subject in school and how he actually lost his arm so many years ago. you learned each others’ fears and worries in life. your favorite thing to learn about him, however, was what he truly wanted in life. 

peace.

a couple weeks after the wedding, a few photos of the reception were once again “leaked” in order to sell the “too in love to wait” bit that everyone had started assuming upon seeing the first few photos of you and bucky together. 

but all of your history with him flew to the back of your mind as bucky knocked on your office door. 

“come in,” you replied hesitantly, not sure what he wanted from you for the first time since your wedding. he stepped through the threshold and stood at the doorframe. 

“there’s a work meeting tomorrow,” his hand remained on the doorknob, so stiff you’d think he might rip it off the precious white wood in seconds. “the men are meeting at the house. i wanted to let you know. the men in this business, they expect marriages to be of the… traditional values.”

you nodded with understanding, turning to face him with a forced grin. “so i should play the part of the doting housewife, huh?” no smile in return, so you bit back your humor in turn for matching his serious tone. “what food should i prepare, then? and uh, how many guests will we be expecting?”

“whatever’s easiest for you,” he shrugged lightly. “there will be 9 of us there.” with one final look in your direction, he left the office and didn’t return to say goodnight. 

-

the next morning you got to work setting the house up for the 6pm meeting your loving husband was hosting. 

you had decided to set up a buffet-style table outside of the main dining room where the meeting would take place. for the menu, you settled on simple grilled chicken with quite a few side options. roast potatoes, asparagus, sauteed carrots, green beans, and rolls. 

you were putting the rolls in the oven when bucky got home, seemingly entranced by the smell of all the food, heading straight to the kitchen.

“it smells amazing in here,” bucky called from the archway of the kitchen. you jumped slightly from the surprise, but swallowed down the shock and another weak smile. 

“thanks,” you nodded to the edge of the island where a large chalkboard sat, your handwriting neatly displayed on the board that listed all the food to be had. “the menu. i figured a variety would be nice, and who doesn’t like chicken, right?”

“vegetarians,” if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was telling a joke. but you knew better than that. “the men are coming in a little less than an hour. do you maybe want to change before they get here?”

you looked down at what you were wearing, a pair of blue jeans and a loose t-shirt clearly not worthy of someone who had married a barnes man. “right, of course. i’m sorry,” you finished setting the timer on the oven and ran upstairs to get yourself put together before bucky saw the tears trying to seep past your waterline. 

you settled on a black cocktail dress you had worn to one of your dad’s company events before the downfall… quickly swiping some makeup on to cover the exhaustion in your eyes and pulling your hair up to a more respectable updo rather than your typical messy bun. 

luckily you had become an expert at quickly getting ready from your time in university, as you were back in time to pull the rolls from the oven, but not before pulling on your apron. you’d be dammed if you got this stunning dress dirty right before this prestigious meeting. 

t-5 minutes before the meeting was supposed to begin and you could already hear lots of rustling from the formal dining room. you knocked on the closed doors before bucky opened the door for you. 

the men went silent as their gaze rested on you in the doorway. 

“the foods ready. buffet style?” your eyes didn’t leave bucky’s pretty blues, too scared to do anything wrong in front of his men. 

“that’s perfect, my love,” his hands gravitated to your waist before pulling your body taut against his, one hand moving a stray hair behind your ear before leaning in to whisper. “you look ravishing…”

as he pulled back, you were sure your blush was evident across your cheeks. you tried to hide it behind a smile, shrugging with a shy ‘thanks’ leaving your lips. 

“what do you say to my stunning wife, boys?” his hand squeezed your waist once more before turning to the other men, ‘thank you’s being echoed throughout the room as they stood and made their way to the kitchen to make their plates. 

in a matter of minutes, all the food was gone. you figured it was best they liked the food, even if you didn’t get to try any of it yourself like you had planned. 

you got started on cleaning everything up with earbuds in your ears, starting with the dishes already in the sink from when you were cooking. then, you were sure to place the dishes that the food was in inside the sink for you to clean before starting on wiping the counters, then sweeping, then mopping, and then back to the dishes. 

you didn’t realize that bucky had called for a break in the meeting, however. you were in for quite the rude awakening when you felt a pair of hands on your waist, but not the ones you were semi-familiar with. 

you turned around with a gasp, shock evident on your face as you tried to piece together whoever this man was. blond hair, blue eyes… definitely not steve though. you knew steve well and had seen him often. 

you pulled your earbuds from your ears in attempt to better understand what was going on. his hands were still gripping your sides, but you couldn’t necessarily escape his touch. you were backed against the sink. even if you could fight him, you’d likely lose to his strong grip. 

“is the meeting-is it over already?” your voice was so much more cowardly than you’d ever expected yourself to be. 

“no, no,” he shook his head. “just a little break, some of the guys were getting antsy.” you leaned back further, trying to create some semblance of space between you. “i figured i’d say a special thank you, on behalf of all of us guys in there.” he let one hand cup the side of your face and neck, his other hand trailing down from your waist, firmly grasping your ass with a sqeeze before you jumped at the invasion.

“i don’t-i’ve got it…”

“john,” he smiled grossly, as if he could convince you to go to bed with him.

“no need for a thanks,” you tried to remind him. “i did this for bucky. for my husband.” your eyebrows rose, trying to emphasize that his boss was also your husband. 

“i’m sure he won’t mind you getting a little bit of extra special attention, don’t you?”

then, a growling voice cut through the fear running through your veins. 

“i think he might mind.”

you turned to face bucky with wide eyes before facing john, wishing the tears welling in your eyes would just go away. 

his hands slowly retracted, stepping back with a chuckle.

“sorry, sir,” he smiled before turning to face your husband. “she was just telling me how she wanted some extra attention, weren’t you, toots?” he tilted his head expectantly.

your mouth opened, nothing leaving in spite of your brain screaming at you. what would bucky do? would he take his side? would he believe you? would he hurt you? 

you’ve embarrassed him now… humiliated him in his own home. surely he’ll take action against you for this. 

your mind replayed stories your old friends had told you about him. how he would lash out at men that betrayed him. how he never took shit from anyone who showed him any disrespect. how he was the kind of man to shoot first and ask quesitons later.

and now, in a way, you’ve both betrayed and disrespected him. or at least, that’s what he’ll think. 

you didn’t even realize tears were flowing down your face until your sobs were interrupted. 

“enough!” you finally looked at bucky before his eyes softened for a second before walking closer to you. “go to the room.” he ordered sternly. 

“but the dish-”

“i’ll take care of it,” he interrupted gravely, “go. to. the. room.” 

“yes, sir,” you nodded and swiftly left the room entirely, collapsing against the door once you had shut it, sobs wracking your body. you held your knees against your chest before trying to regulate your breathing.

he won’t hurt you.

he has to protect his image.

you’ve embarrassed him.

you’re his wife.

you’re his business deal.

you’ve humiliated him.

he’ll hurt you.

you didn’t know how long it had been since the incident. 

your sobs had subsided. you had, at some point, moved to your bed. you were still rocking your body back and forth, trying to self sooth. 

and then there was a knock at the door. 

your body instinctively jumped at the sudden noise, although it wasn’t harsh in any manner, at least not one that you were expecting. 

he twisted the knob, slowly opening the door with slow movements. 

“i-i’m so sorry,” you began apologizing as soon as he stepped through the threshold into your room. “i swear-i swear i didn’t tell him that. i didn’t even realize he was there, i promise. i wouldn’t lie to you. i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry. please believe me.” your body was still rocking and you didn’t even notice he was as close to you as he was until you saw his hand moving by your head.

automatically, you assumed the absolute worst, your head ducking into your body like a fucking turtle, the meekest squeal leaving your lips mixed with a sob. your arms went over your head protectively, as if a bomb were about to go off.

“sweetheart,” his voice sounded so broken, so torn, so unexpectedly soft. 

you finally looked at him for the first time since he came in your room. his flesh hand was holding his metal one as if it were something that could kill. in ways, it was. 

“you-there’s no need to…” after looking at him for a second longer, you noticed that his eyes had tears that almost mirrored your own. “i would never, ever lay a hand on you. i’m so sorry for scaring you. i can’t…” he sighed. “i can’t believe i made you believe i’d ever hurt you.”

“i’m sorry,” you pleaded with him once again. 

“you have nothing to apologize for,” he hesitated to reach for your hands before settling on simply grabbing a spare pillow. “i came up here to apologize. for my tone earlier… i know john. he never knows his boundaries. i should’ve… you never should’ve been put in that situation. that’s my fault. that’s on me. and i will spend the rest of forever to make it up to you.” 

“you don’t have to-”

“no, my love,” he shook his head. “can i-can i hold your hands? please?” you, without hesitation, grabbed his hands yourself. “i need to make it up to you. you’re mine. you’re my wife. it’s my job to protect you, to keep you safe. and to have someone ruin that? to touch what’s mine in my own home? i’m so sorry.” he brought your hands to his lips, pressing at least ten kisses to each hand. he was so gentle and careful it was a good thing you knew better than to think it actually meant anything.

you were surprised, to say the least, at how tender he was being with you. 

how could you have ever thought he would hurt you? that he would raise his hand and swing? that he would cause you harm? he was here declaring that he would make up this incident for the rest of eternity when it wasn’t even his doing… 

“will you stay with me tonight?” his eyes lit up at the request.

“are you sure you want that?” he became a touch more reserved. “i don’t know if it’s a good idea since you were worried i would…” his voice trailed off.

“i’m sure,” you nodded before scooting over in the bed. 

sure, your marriage was arranged and didn’t stem from true love. you may not have talked outside of when absolutely necessary. you might have even been terrified of him at one point. 

but now, the thought of forever with bucky barnes didn’t seem half bad. 

[fastandcarlos]

When You Fall Asleep On Him In The Paddock : ̗̀➛ F1 Reaction

» Max Verstappen

Whenever you fall asleep on Max he always becomes very protective and tries his very best to shield you. He tends to move his arm around you and hold onto you in his side, keeping nice and careful with his movements to make sure that he doesn’t wake you. If anyone dares look at you if you’re asleep with people around you he sends them a firm glare to mind their business, usually wrapping his jumper around you to hide you as best you can and make you that little more comfortable. “I’ve got you,” he would whisper every single time you stirred to assure you that you were alright.

» Charles LeClerc

He actively encourages you to fall asleep when you start yawning at the paddock, because he loves to hold onto you no matter where the two of you are. “It’s alright,” he’d smile whenever your anxious eyes looked at him to make sure it was really alright. Charles would tap his shoulder and invite you to rest your hand, with you unaware of the wide smile on his face above you. He’s happy to sit for as long as you need him to, making the most of your comforting presence holding tightly onto him before having to go out and race.

» Lando Norris

Whenever you fall asleep on him, Lando gets incredibly shy. He knows that people are watching him and preparing their lines to tease him later when you’re out of earshot. He’s happy to take it though as it means that you’re able to rest beside him. When he thinks no one is watching him Lando will lean down and press a kiss against the top of your head or run his hand along the length of your back to help you fall asleep. If he’s honest, he loves the attention he gets when you fall asleep as it means everyone gets to see what a dutiful boyfriend he really is.

» Carlos Sainz

There’s always a bit of worry with Carlos when he sees you falling asleep as he doesn’t want to have to be the one to wake you up when his schedule calls. To start with he’ll try and resist you, but that never usually lasts long as your eyes pleadingly look up at him. “I can’t say no to you, can I?” He huffs, opening his body for you to curl up into his side and close your eyes for a while. Once he sees how cosy you are he knows it’s the right thing to do, even if only half an hour later he has to do the cruel job of slowly shaking you awake again.

» George Russell

When he can tell that you’re getting sleepy George will immediately whisk you off into his drivers room so that you can rest comfortably. He hates people watching you sleep, especially when your head is in his lap, much preferring to give you privacy. George will pull the curtains and make the bed before laying down and letting you tuck into his side. “What about work?” You whisper when you notice him settling down beside you to have a nap himself. “Work can wait,” he reassures you as he wraps his arm around your frame.

» Lewis Hamilton

He has everyone looking after you when you fall asleep, asking some of the staff around the garage to get a pillow and a blanket to make you feel as comfortable as possible. Lewis wouldn’t dare move when you’re asleep out of fear of disturbing you, and has been known to bring meetings to him so that he doesn’t disturb your sleep either. When the pillow arrives he delicately lifts your head and places it under before draping the blanket over you if you’re at one of the chillier races too, happy to let you lay for as long as you need to.

» Daniel Ricciardo

There’s a smug feeling with Daniel whenever you fall asleep on him, like it’s a statement to remind everyone just how happy you are in your relationship. He’s happy to show off the fact that you’re asleep on him and let people see how much of a comfort having him there is for you. If anyone offers to free up a space for you Daniel will decline, he knows that the only thing that you need to help you fall asleep is him. He’d stay there all day if he could whenever you’re asleep, much preferring to be with you then do any of the other boring bits of the job.

» Oscar Piastri

He’s a pretty shy man at the best of times, but you falling asleep on him in the paddock just about tips Oscar over the edge, especially when there’s a camera or two around. As soon as he sees that camera shutter go down he knows exactly what will be on the front pages the following morning, and although he’s anxious about what will come, knowing that you’re resting is all that matters to Oscar. With how hard you’re working he’d let you sleep anywhere, even if it ends up with him being titled as the softest boy in the paddock.

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

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[citysuk]

a baby?! | logan howlett

pairing: xmen!logan howlett x pregnant!reader

summary: some headcanons of logan with a pregnant partner.

notes: logan is so husband (not actually married) material 😭😭😭 i needed to write this for my man.

warnings: pregnancy kajsksa (it scares me to death), so much fluffy fluff. no proofread. no use of y/n but no oc neither.

Logan's protective nature would go into overdrive when you are pregnant. He'd be extra vigilant, watching your every move and refusing to let you out of his sight. "You ain't goin' nowhere, darlin'," he'd growl.

Logan would be constantly fussing over you, making sure you're eating right and taking care of yourself. He'd become a regular at the grocery store, stocking up on the necessary supplies for your pregnancy. "Can't have my baby going hungry," he'd say, tossing another loaf of bread into the cart.

Logan would be a pro at soothing you through the uncomfortable parts of pregnancy. He'd rub your back when you had cramps, hold your hair when you were sick, and provide as much comfort as he could. "It's gonna be okay," he'd murmur. "Just a few more months."

Logan would be eager to feel the baby kick and move inside your belly. He would place his hand on your stomach, feeling every little movement, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Hey there, little one," he'd whisper.

Logan would take you for late night walks in the gardens, his arm protectively around your waist, your steps slow and measured. He'd breathe in the night air, a rare peacefulness settling over him. "Can't wait to meet our kid," he'd say quietly, squeezing your hand.

Logan might be a bit nervous about being a father, but he would never let it show. He'd put on a brave front, masking his fears with his usual gruff exterior, but would secretly be reading every parenting book he can find.

As the due date got closer, Logan would become increasingly anxious. He'd be extra cautious, carrying you up and down the stairs and insisting that you rest as much as possible. "Can't have anything happen to you or the baby," he'd say, his eyes filled with worry.

Despite his tough exterior, Logan would be secretly excited about decorating the nursery. He'd take you to every baby shop in town, helping you pick out the perfect crib and the perfect color for the walls (he's the one putting everything together).

When the baby is finally born, Logan would be there, holding your hand, coaching you through the delivery. He'd whisper words of encouragement, trying to hide the tears that threatened to fall. "You're doing great, darlin'."

As soon as he lays eyes on his child, Logan's heart would instantly fill with love. He'd be torn between staring at the baby and checking on you, a range of emotions playing on his face.

Logan would be the ultimate doting father. He'd change diapers, give baths, and rock the baby to sleep. He'd sing lullabies and tell bedtime stories, his voice gruff but his words soft.

Logan would have a love/hate relationship with the baby's first word. When they said "Dada" for the first time, he'd puff up with pride, but then be secretly disappointed that it wasn't "Mama."

He would have a collection of silly nicknames for the baby, ranging from "Cub" to "Little One". He'd sometimes slip into Wolven mode and playfully growl at the baby, making them giggle.

Logan would be incredibly overprotective of the baby. Anytime someone tried to hold them, he'd hesitate and watch hawkishly. He wouldn't let anyone but his partner and the X-Men near the child, always on high alert for any potential threat. "Ain't nobody touchin' my kid, bub," he'd growl, eyes narrowed.

Logan would be the one to handle the late-night feedings and soothe the baby back to sleep. "Can't let your mama get too exhausted," he'd mutter as he rocked the baby in his arms.

Logan would be careful when the baby started walking and crawling, especially around the danger-prone X- Mansion. He'd constantly be on edge every time the baby would try to grab something sharp or crawl towards a dangerous area. "Watch yourself there, squirt," he'd say, scooping them up before they could get into trouble.

Logan would also be a very hands-on father. He'd want to teach the child everything he knows, from fighting to the wilderness. He'd take them camping and teach them how to survive in the wild. "Gotta be tough like your old man," he'd say.

Even though Logan would claim he wasn't the type to get attached to kids (LIAR), he'd secretly have a soft spot for the one you had created together.

[muchanmocha]

Breakdown of Hyun Woo's Incident

That day, Luka was clinging to a troubled Hyuna while Hyun Woo tried to make him let go. Luka is either sweating heavily or crying here (unusually expressive and emotive for him) as he adamantly refuses to release her.

Hyun Woo is deeply upset and loses his patience. He resorts to violence.

In the ensuing scuffle between the two, Hyun Woo's head made lethal impact with a rock.

His death wasn't intentional — the rock was embedded in the ground.

(If the point was that Luka purposefully killed him, the rock would've been loose to imply it's a weapon he used to bash Hyun Woo's head with.)

Luka doesn't even seem to register or care about Hyun Woo's state. He's singlehandedly focused on the joy of being able to return to Hyuna now that no one is stopping him.

This is the main reason Hyuna resents him — he doesn't even acknowledge Hyun Woo's death and what happened.

Can she blame someone who doesn't know? Can she forgive someone who doesn't understand? She can only resent him.

"It's you who's in the wrong."

"Bet you had no idea."

— All-In

Now the question is why was Hyun Woo so upset? That's not the expression of an ordinary day-to-day conflict.

The answer:

Luka changed his behavior at some point. Specifically, this point.

Before this, Luka was aloof and unemotive. He cared about the two of course ("Your life is mine" (/matter of fact)) in his own way, but it's a drastic difference from the tunnel vision he gets later on where just the sight of Hyuna brings him an overjoyed smile regardless of circumstances.

This moment with Hyuna is the changing point for him. His controlling friendship (likely towards both Hyuna and Hyun Woo) and his entire world, is consumed by an unhealthily anxious love for Hyuna.

This abrupt development catches her off guard and she isn't sure how to react. She's certainly not okay with it.

Hyun Woo was worked up that day because ever since then, Luka has started to become obsessively clingy towards his sister and this is likely just the most recent in a series of incidents where he refused to let Hyuna go despite her wishes (Hyuna is looking at Luka as she raises her hand with a troubled face).

It's possible there's jealousy here feeling like Luka's trying to monopolize his sister, but I think it's more likely he was angry on Hyuna's behalf due to Vivimeng's repeated emphasis on how he has a strong sense of justice.

He also may have heard about Luka attempting to force himself on Hyuna and was agitated by the need to protect his sister and get him away from her.

Lastly, Wiege makes it clear that Hyun Woo and Luka both considered each other friends.

Luka's pov — The camera is low because he's looking up at them as the smallest one.

Luka's drawing — He's standing between the siblings and holding both of their hands.

[hyperfixating-rn-brb]

The Good Omens Fandom has had a lot of fun recently with the knowledge of Aziraphale and Crowley holding hands on the bus at the end of season 1.

Soo here's everything that went through my head as I learned of it for the first time.

For that entire scene, Aziraphale is really far gone. He's dissociating so hard he can't even realize he's been sitting on a sword. Crowley is probably the only thing keeping him grounded.

They just narrowly stopped Armageddon after a showdown with literally Satan, and still can't let their guard down. For the first time ever, they're completely on their own side. Now they have to orchestrate a body swap to save both of them. They wouldn't just be killed, they'd be completely destroyed. Everything must go exactly according to plan, but how often does that actually happen?

And on top of that, his bookshop, his home, his safe place with the demon he has to pretend not to love is burned and gone.

Crowley is so incredibly gentle and reassuring this entire scene. He's been through so much trauma himself and has spent a lot of his existence shielding the angel from it, hoping to protect some of his innocence and naivete. Crowley is absolutely familiar with every symptom of PTSD and anxiety.

Now he has to see his sweet angel see such a small bit of the horrors of heaven and hell and start to crumble inside. He's going to do his dam best to try and help Aziraphale through it. Speaking softly, ("the bookshop burned down... remember?) slowly and carefully, gradually helping to pull the angel back to reality, reminding him that he's there and will help ground him.

They get on the bus, and sit next to each other. 11 years ago, they sat nearby but separated while Crowley begs Aziraphale to help him prevent the Apocalypse. Now they are sitting together. Both an act of reassurance and unity.

Crowley sits first, Aziraphale could so easily just sit across from him, behind or in front. But he chooses to sit right next to him. And hold his hand. Aziraphale desperately needs to be near to the *former* demon he loves, to hold him, to make sure they won't be separated.

In the book, their famous lines of "none of this would have worked out if you weren't, deep down, just a bit of a good person" and "just enough of a b*stard to be worth liking" came as Satan rose from the earth, as a goodbye in case they were destroyed.

Luckily, that didn't happen and they survived. Armaggedon was stopped. But the angel is still so anxious of losing Crowley. So he chooses to reach out, to anchor himself and reassure himself that Crowley is still there beside him and that they are okay, at least for a few minutes.

And Crowley let him. He knows how badly Aziraphale needs him, he needs the angel just as much. He knows how badly he craved an anchor and support system as he was first abused and traumatized by his Fall, then further by Hell. So he's going to continue being there for Aziraphale, doing everything he can to make his angel feel safe and comfortable.

Over the next few years, Aziraphale would become so much more comfortable reaching out and touching Crowley. Leaning into him, resting a hand on his shoulder or briefly touching his chest. Somehow both reassuring himself that the former demon was still there, and reminding Crowley that he's still there for him at the same time.

Then Crowley becomes more comfortable with the touch, leaning into the angel by himself. No longer flinching at a sudden graze of a hand or reassuring squeeze.

That one moment of the two holding hands on the bus cemented so much of their relationship. "The last few years, not really..." all started on that bus the moment Aziraphale chose to sit down next to Crowley.

edited: at first this said "new knowledge" because I just found out about this all the other day, and wrote this up at 3 AM, and didn't really fact check when this knowledge became well known. I've only really been a GO fan since maybe 2021, and only really started being active in the fandom during the last few months, so a lot of info that is fairly well known is still generally new to me. soo yeah this was edited :)

source for anyone asking for it!

[beloveds-embrace]

I love your writing so so much, it brings me so much joy and comfort too!! Sometimes all I need is to think about those strong men protecting me when I need and your work is the the best example I could ask for <333

Do you have any new thoughts on the roommate au?? I am such a sucker for this trope and yours is just aaaaaaaaa fantastic

Thank you sm!! 🫶🏻💕💕 i will always have thoughts about them trust i love them 🙏🏻

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Listen, if you get anxious easily about not turning things off when you leave the apartment and the boys aren’t home, you video it and send it to them, and they adore how you act and look in those clips.

It started as something small- just you filming the stove knobs and unplugged appliances, your voice soft as you narrated each check for the camera. “Oven off. Stove knobs turned off. Coffee maker unplugged. Straightener unplugged and cooled down.” You’d pan the camera slowly, sometimes with shaky hands, capturing every detail just to ease your own nerves and show them that you can, in fact, be trusted.

The first time you sent one, Kyle responded immediately with a thumbs-up emoji and a text that said, “Looks good, love. Don’t worry about a thing.” But what you didn’t realize was how intently he’d stared at the video before replying, noting the way your lip caught between your teeth as you whispered to yourself, your brows furrowed in concentration. He didn’t tell you, but he saved it to his phone, alongside the others that followed.

Price had been the one to gently encourage you to keep sending the videos. He called it a “good habit,” his voice steady and reassuring. “It’s smart of you to double-check. Just send ’em over anytime, sweetheart. We’ll always let you know if it’s all clear.” But even he couldn’t help how warm he felt when he watched them- when he saw your sleepy eyes and bedhead on mornings you had to leave early, or the way you looked in a cozy sweater with your phone angled slightly upward as you held it with both hands.

Simon never said much about the videos, but you could always tell he watched them immediately. He’d text back short replies- “Checked.” or “You’re good.”- but what you didn’t know was how many times he replayed them. There was something about seeing you move around the kitchen, your voice quiet and trusting, that set him at ease. If he was away, somewhere cold and distant, those clips grounded him. They reminded him what he was protecting, what was waiting for him back home.

Johnny, on the other hand, teased you endlessly the first few times. “Afraid the toaster’s gonna grow legs, bonnie? Or maybe the microwave’s plannin’ world domination?” But the teasing softened quickly, especially when he caught one video where you lingered a little longer than usual, chewing on your lip before whispering, “I think I checked everything. But I’m still worried. Is it okay?” His teasing stopped completely after that. Instead, he started sending voice messages back.

“You’re fine, love. Swear it. Everything’s perfect. But if you need me to check it again later, just say the word.”

And they all noticed the way you fidgeted- how you tugged your sleeves over your hands or adjusted the strap of your bag. They noticed the way you bit back a nervous smile after saying goodbye to the camera, even if it was just to show them one last shot of the locked door.

What you didn’t realize was how much those videos had become part of their routine- how they looked forward to seeing your face and hearing your voice, even if it was just to confirm the stove was off.

Over time, they noticed the changes- the steadier voice, the quick smiles, the trust woven into your words. You started teasing them in the clips, calling Johnny out for double-checking the oven too often or joking that Simon should inspect the locks himself next time.

They replayed those moments more than they’d admit, holding onto your voice during long nights away. And when they finally came home, they saw the difference the way you leaned into them, letting them take care of everything.

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Safe and Sound

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Husband!Bruce Wayne x Pregnant!Wife!Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: As your pregnancy progresses, Bruce, being a doting husband, wants to take you away from prying eyes and protect you from any stress.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: NSFW, smut, fluff, cockwarming, pregnancy sex, body worship, hurt/comfort (kinda), creampie, breeding kink (cause he loves you being round), true love, established relations, sweet dirty talk, pet names, Bruce is needy but also very anxious.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 1.5k

𝐀/𝐍: I had to write it out because I've been thinking about it all day. Hope you enjoy! My previous Bruce Wayne fic is here if you're interested.

From the moment you found out you were pregnant, Bruce was already aware that he would control everything around you to make sure the baby was safe—he was willing to do anything to ensure that. Day after day, the man was like a sentinel, following you everywhere and protecting you even from the prying eyes of people who didn't mean any harm, but he was just too paranoid and jealous when someone asked to pet your growing baby bump. At one point, Bruce almost fell into the spiral, assuming that he was being too intrusive, that you were, after all, a mature person who knew better what was good for you and what was not, but his constant concern for the baby's well-being always won out over the clarity of his ever-rational mind. But your pregnancy changed everything, including his mind.

Time flew by like sand between your fingers, your body was changing dynamically, becoming rounder and rounder, blossoming with the life you created together. Not surprisingly, the only thing he could think of was to take you somewhere far away, where you could be alone, where you could have some real privacy, somewhere with fresh air and a nice, tranquilizing atmosphere. So the man didn't think twice when he remembered his family's well-built cabin, located in a private, secure area—just what was needed. And you were more than happy to spend some time close to nature and take a break from the hectic life in Gotham City.

It could be really refreshing.

And even the rainy days couldn't ruin the romantic atmosphere you created together, spending the evenings by the fireplace, covered in a warm blanket, while Bruce read you some books. You also played cheese or various board games or just thought about all the things you both had lived through. Moreover, you imagined the day when your baby would be born and how happy you would be—this image was everything to both of you and you were sure that this day would be even better in reality than in the most vivid dreams.

The methodical thumping of raindrops falling on the roof of the cabin mingled with the soft crackling of the wood in the fireplace, which was the only source of light in the living room. It was almost midnight, but the two of you couldn't think about going to sleep or anything else. Not when you were sitting on top of Bruce, your back pressed against his bare, muscular chest, his thick cock sunk deep into your swollen pussy. You couldn't even remember how long you'd been sitting like this and what had caused all this, but your husband wanted nothing more than to make you feel good without harming your unborn child, but just sitting on his dick wasn't enough for you anymore—the hormones were kicking so hard in your changing system—you were literally ready to gnaw at your palm from the urge to move and bounce on him, to feel more of him, to be filled with his cum again and again.

"Mphhh...Bruce," you deliberately stretched out his name, craning your neck to kiss and nuzzle his flushed cheek. "I think...I think I can't just sit like this anymore."

Aroused, but still in full control of himself, he chuckled in amusement and closed his eyes, turning his head to the side and exposing himself to your caresses. "So impatient, huh? What do you offer then?" He asked teasingly, wrapping his strong arms around your round belly to stroke it tenderly before sliding them higher to fondle your heavy breasts. "Any ideas?"

The man's audacity drove you crazy.

You let out a short chuckle as your husband rubbed his framed nose against the crook of your neck, bouncing you just a little on his knees to make you gasp at the slight friction in your worked-up core that was literally begging for release.

"Please," you peered into his dark eyes, seeing the sparks of fire glowing in them, and chewed the inside of your cheek with tension, placing your index finger on his lower lip, which he kissed in an instant. "The doctor didn't say we had to put our sex life on hold."

"Uh, darling," Bruce urged, spreading his legs wider and leaning back on the couch, the blanket on his knees slipping completely down to the wooden floor. "I'm literally fully inside of you. What are you talking about?"

Frowning, you tried to bob up on him, but the man kept you anchored to his fat cock with practiced ease, even though you were heavily pregnant—you still weighed like a feather to him.

"'Gosh, I can't believe you're making me say this," your hands instinctively clung to the ones holding your hips with a dead grip. "I want you to fuck me, Bruce. Maybe... maybe I really have changed a lot and you don't find me attractive anymore, but..."

The second you uttered those words, Bruce covered your mouth with his big palm and shook his head in blatant disapproval. "Never say that again. Never." He started in a serious voice that momentarily unsettled you. "The only reason I'm holding back is because I'm afraid of hurting you and the baby. I'll never forgive myself for that..."

"But, Bruce!" You managed to remove his hand, fidgeting on his lap deliberately to elicit a low groan from his strained chest, but Bruce was more than determined to make you listen. 

"'Sweetheart, love of my life,'" he referred to you, cupping your face in his warm palms and brushing his thumb across your lips as if by accident. "I'm not sure I can control myself if I let it go...you know the effect you have on me, don't you?"

Instead of using words, you pulled him into a kiss—a wild, almost desperate kiss—your hands finding solace on the top of his broad shoulders, and Bruce didn't hesitate to use his tongue to explore your mouth, giving everything he had to show you how much he cared and wanted you.

"Let's just take it nice and slow," you finally declared after the long kiss that left you both breathless. "And I'll tell you if anything goes wrong."

Panting, Bruce quickly licked his red lips and leaned against the back of the couch, spreading himself out a bit to make you more comfortable on top of him. "You better," he grumbled, putting his hands under your bent knees to lift them up a bit. "Good girls always keep their word."

And with that, he began to rock into you from below, making you both moan in unison, how badly you wanted it, how long you had been waiting, it was almost agonizing. Each thrust he made was accompanied by the wet, slippery sound; a thick ring of his pre-cum formed around the base of his dick, but soon it began to pour down on his tensed sac until it spilled onto the floor.

"A-ahhh...Bruce...Mhmm," you tilted your head to rest on his shoulder, not really knowing what to do with your hands, but your husband found a solution almost immediately, making you replace his hands with yours to keep your legs open for him. "So close...A-aww...It feels too...g-good..."

As soon as you tried to move with him, the man stopped pounding into you, coaxing a frustrated whimper from you. "You don't have to move, dear," Bruce urged, placing a wet mark on your shaky throat. "Leave it to me."

Consumed by pleasure, you just nodded, knowing that you were about to fall over the edge as your husband was stimulating you from within, the tip of his beefy cock brushing against your cervix due to its huge size, but not in a harsh way. Every moan you made was like a secret code that only he could decipher, it was like an instruction he followed as he fucked you slowly but deeply, caressing your baby bump with loving strokes full of genuine tenderness. The moment Bruce felt that your breathing was getting too labored, that your legs were trembling in his grip, that he had to hold you still to keep you from falling, the man ran his elegant fingers all over your blushing folds that were as soaked as his cock that slid so smoothly inside you. Bruce didn't even have to say any words, any encouragement that would make you let it go—his fingers massaging your throbbing clit along with his constant and precious pounding was enough to make you clench around him, milking him really hard that left him no choice but to follow your suit and pump you up with his cum, plugging you with his pulsating dick. Bruce kept shooting the thick ropes of his seed until it began to erupt from your oozing pussy—the amount of it made you believe it could make you even more pregnant than you already were.