#I get along better socializing with guys for some reason (not even in a romantic way) I just do

[rainbow-quartz]

Whenever it’s time to socialize I panic and run away

Then later on I’m like “why don’t I have any friends :(“

[xlatrina]

(Pt. III) Friends to Lovers HCs w/Homicipher x GN!Reader

Tags: Platonic + Romantic HCs, Friends to Lovers trope for basically every LI, Likely OOC for some LIs*, Mini Scenarios (so HCs are kinda plot-driven), *Multi-Part Series, entirely SFW

Also, changing tenses in some cases + not proofread again... sorry!

*Some of the LIs are likely written OOC (Out Of Character) mainly due to a lack of substantial in-game appearances (at least in my opinion!). 

*Split into multiple parts because I’ve come to realize that these HCs are muuucccchhh too long 😅 BUT!! I’m too lazy to shorten them sooo… YEAH lol

Part I (Big 🙆‍♂️)

Part II (Mr. Chopped ����)

Part III (Mr. Crawling 👣)

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Mr. Crawling

This man is in love with you.

Lowkey could stop right there.

Well, anyway…

Mr. Crawling is a GREAT friend, actually.

Like he’s the kind of buddy that’s —first of all —down for whatever.

You said you tryna go walk through an unfamiliar part of the Apartments to try and find a mysterious elevator?

Well…

YEAH SURE HE’LL TAG ALONG

I MEAN… WHY THE HELL NOT, Y’KNOW??

“Me know place here,” He’ll say. More or less: I know this place!

And he’s so damn chipper about it, too!

He’s just an overall helpful guy.

He seems to have an intrinsic protective streak in him, too.

Which is interesting, ‘cause it’s like…

While it’s obvious he’s been in the Apartments for a long time, it’s clear that he hasn’t completely lost his sense of humanity.

I mean, trust —it’s definitely worn in some ways.

Like, he eats people bruh.

Trust, his sense of humanity is def gone in some ways...

But!! At least he's not as violent as the other ghosts can be!!

Like, generally speaking, you’ll find that he’s a pretty admirable dude.

He doesn’t hurt other entities for the pure sake of hurting them.

Defense, and alternatively —for food or other resources like clothes or tools.

Those would probably be the only reasons Mr. Crawling would ever just… attack someone, especially unprovoked (unprovoked, but not necessarily without reason).

That being said, he’s a social butterfly!!

He’s literally a professional yapper in every sense of the word.

Like… he could start a podcast LMAO

Podcast Bro!Mr. Crawling…

Anywho, he’s genuinely a people person and he likes being in good company.

Whether it’s you, Mr. Silvair, Mr. Chopped, Mr. Stitch(?), the Nurse, Mr. Wheelchair, the Hairdresser, etc…

He’s genuinely the type who could talk to literally anyone about anything for any amount of time.

If you’re a yapper too, this’ll probably be fun for you!

And hell, you may very well have met your match, LOL.

If you’re more introverted or quiet —no matter.

Mr. Crawling, being the professional he is, knows how to fill up any awkward silences with banter.

He doesn’t judge you at all on the basis of how you react to his yapping. Truly.

At the end of the day, he just enjoys sharing your company and getting to hear your voice, as little or as often as that occurs.

Hopefully, you don’t find his constant need for company annoying.

… Do you find him annoying?

At some point, Mr. Crawling begins to realize his feelings for you have changed…

In the case you accept him as a partner, he’s absolutely OVERJOYED.

Not only have you promised to indefinitely keep his company, but you also accepted him as your better half!

“You enjoy me?” He’ll ask, pulling himself over your curled-up form beneath the thin white sheets of the hospital bed.

“Me enjoy you,” you’ll say. You might even pet his head a few times, and he’ll giggle maniacally before dropping his head into your neck.

As Mr. Crawling’s fondness for you intensifies, so does his protective streak.

This guy turns into Papa Bear when it comes down to protecting his better half.

What Megan thee Stallion said??

“Three things I don’t play about: myself, my money, or my man!”

That, but more like: “... my friends, or my partner!”

Something like that, LOL.

Mr. Crawling’s sweethearted, bubbly, outgoing, protective, and quite affectionate. Intimacy is a language he speaks as fluently as his otherworldly one.

As we know, he’s very much the “high-maintenance” type.

He’s just super affectionate overall —and Mr. Crawling just wants to know that you’re always on the same page!

Tell him you love him. 

Tell him how fun it was exploring the same old dreary halls with him. Tell him how relieved you felt when he swooped in to shield you from danger, even though you could handle yourself just fine. Run your fingers through his hair and massage the nape of his neck as you tell him how much you’ve come to enjoy —and maybe even crave —his company.

And when you’re done…

Tell him you love him. Yes, again. Again and again and again and again and again…

He could never get enough. Truly.

He could never get enough of you.

With a boyfriend like Mr. Crawling, you’ll never have to fear a lack of comfort, protection, friendship, or intimacy…

Because he’s constantly giving it to you. 

You don’t even need to ask for any kind of intimacy —again, he’s giving it to you anyway.

And whether you’d like to shack up in a nearby spare room beside Mr. Silvair and Mr. Chopped’s loungeroom (of the sort) or if you take him with you to the surface world…

It makes no real difference in the way Mr. Crawling clings to you.

All he knows is so long as you’re both finding yourselves tangled together beneath the sheets each night, all is right in the world!

Mr. Crawling just wants to spend his evenings at home, and if home is where the heart is, then…

Well, you know how that goes!

[Part I (Mr. Big 🙆‍♂️) | Part II (Mr. Chopped 🪓, First Half/Second Half), Part III (Mr. Crawling 👣)]

[puzzleemerald]

Because Amaterasu and Sesshōmaru don't have much further art at the moment, I decided to share another couple who are most dear to my heart. YCH by the lovely Antodonatella on Instagram & DeviantArt.

Please don't reblog!

Keep in mind I will be talking about the FanFiction version of Ayumu in this post! The version of Ayumu I roleplay is her own separate deal! When her bio is done and put up on my Master Post, I won't only RP Ayumu interacting with exclusively Neji writers, lol.

Neji Hyūga is already a very recognizable character, being one of my very first crushes when I started really getting into anime as a thirteen to fourteen-year-old. In fact, he's the reason I later bought and read the manga... all hundred-heccin'-something volumes of it. Much like Sesshōmaru, it was his long hair, elegance, intellect, and stoic demeanor that won me over at first. It also amused me to watch him just be cool; he always felt like the definitive head of his team. Even if Lee wasn't to be sneezed at as a fighter, I saw more leadership qualities in Neji that Lee lacked. I also felt that he had the most interesting plight among the Konoha thirteen as someone from a branch in his clan where he was basically expected to serve and protect the head family deemed "above" him on the social-political totem pole the Hyūga were built on. Despite his innate talent rivaling the daughters of the clan's head at the time, he'd always be considered lesser because of his birth. In ways, he felt like more of an underdog to me than Naruto did—though that also has a lot to do with Naruto's characterization as the "optimistic headstrong protagonist" Kishimoto had going. (I kinda wish Kishi had leaned more into Naruto having some resentment towards the Leaf, but that's a post for another day)

So what'd teenage me do? Tailor an OC to be another half for him because GDI this man deserves happiness, not getting skewered like a redshirt on an overgrown splinter. If they had to have someone, ANYONE, sacrifice themself for Hinata... tbh, I wish it'd been someone on her team like Kiba or Shino, so we didn't have to basically do the thing he was "born to do" according to Clan tradition asfdhjrhyud—

Deep breaths. I'm calm. Suppress the fangirl rage.

So, as a result, I created Ayumu! Who was, by every definition, a Mary Sue at first!! (It was bad... oh god, was it bad...) But after I ditched her for a few years when I lost interest in Naruto, I returned to her when I turned seventeen and completely rehauled her. Leading to the designs she has now.

This is Ayumu's Part 1/Naruto Design. The Settei was done by a friend of mine on IG called Sento.OC, whom I commissioned.

Then, we have Ayumu's Part 2/Shippuden Design, also by Sento.

When designing an OC for Neji, I wanted to go more complimentary than contrary. It just didn't feel like it'd make sense for Neji to ever be romantically interested in someone with bombastic energy like Naruto or Lee—mans doesn't have the patience to live with that on a daily basis, LOL! So I thought, "Hey, Neji's a pretty traditional guy; why not give him a traditional woman?" and Ayumu ended up as a very grounded, calm, and analytical person. A bit more on the conservative side, similar to Neji. All the while having occasional bursts of warm, thoughtful moments where she lights up but doesn't explode. She's very, for lack of a better term off the top of my head, "normal" compared to Naruto's big personality, Sasuke's broodiness, Shikamaru's laziness, or Temari's ferocity. It's why I imagine her getting along very well with people like Tenten or Kakashi, too, who tend to be the metaphorical straight man to the more comedic characters around them. Characters like Gai and Lee and Naruto can only be funny, after all, if they're offset by some typically.

Ayumu is also a close-range fire-style specialist with a Kekkei Genkai related to it, so her style compliments Neji's pretty well imo. They can be in a shoulder-to-shoulder or back-to-back situation and cover one another while knowing the other is nearby and safely under their wing. Both characters have some insecurity and neglect issues but for very different reasons. However, this means they relate to one another over their feelings and traumas, and neither really feels a need to "fix" the other. It's what makes them last, in my opinion. They just quietly comfort each other (also slap whoever tries to put the other down, lol), and that's it. ...They did kinda try to scratch each other's eyes out at first, but that'll be its own post! Once they get over their big hurdle and understand each other, they end up just being a pair of supportive friends to lovers 90% of the time. The other 10% is them getting fucked with by the plot around them because Neji barely gets any screen time in Shippudennnnnnn! ;-;

[bluedalahorse]

wlw in the sad swedish teens show: some thoughts

I’m going to share some stedrika thoughts, not as a meta, just as a kind of… sharing of my unsolicited personal opinions. There was a thread going around with some idea-provoking discussion, but I also feel like I’d be hijacking said thread if I weighed in. So I figured it was better to make my own post and chat there.

So I’m aro ace, but I also kind of identify with the label sapphic. I’m more gray ace than full ace, and that grayness of ace identity is 90% of the time directed toward women. I was in a romantic-sexual partnership with a woman for 2.5 years before figuring more things out. (Also, my ex was pretty toxic, so there was that.) I attended a single-sex college, continue to hang in groups of women today, and just generally exist in a social culture that leans more sapphic/wlw, homosocial, and ace. Probably the most masculinity-dominated experiences I have are logging onto my dash and watching fandom interaction that is a lot more mlm-focused than the rest of my life.

In the gap between seasons 1 and 2, I wasn’t hoping for stedrika as my wlw representation. I was hoping we would get gay or bi or ace or otherwise queer Felice. It isn’t too hard to make up a queer narrative for Felice. She connects with Wilhelm, who’s also figuring himself out, and we know how it is with the queer kids all finding one another even before they fully understand themselves what’s going on. Felice’s pursuit of Wilhelm and then pivoting to August also feels like she’s hitting the two ends of the spectrum of compulsory heterosexuality. Wilhelm is that nice, approachable boy where it’s easy to convince yourself you have a crush on him, because who wouldn’t? Also he’s a prince! August is that guy where you’re like “well if the idea of dating men is generally unpleasant all around, then dating the most unpleasant one is doing heterosexuality right, isn’t it?” Felice’s mom also puts a lot of pressure on her about boys (and that line about whose babies are royal feels like it’s something Felice would have been told growing up) in a way where you can parallel it to Kristina putting pressure on Wilhelm. There’s a lot of good queer and wlw material to work with for Felice! And I’m glad fandom hasn’t entirely given up on that, even if it doesn’t seem like canon is going that direction. (Send me your gay Felice fics where she’s the center of the story, btw. Send themmmm.)

Stedrika as wlw representation brushes up against the archetype of two femme best friends who are also roommates, one of whom is secretly pining for the other, one of whom may or may not be pining back. That archetype in its requited form is… not my favorite wlw archetype. I don’t mean I hate it, but I do mean I’m pretty “meh” about it. I read a lot of YA fiction, for both personal enjoyment and career reasons. Best-friends-to-lovers wlw comes up a lot, especially in stories where a wlw couple isn’t the center of the story. It can be enjoyable for me, if the characterization is complex enough overcome the trope itself. But I can’t help noticing how many mlm YA stories let a boy crush on the hot new boy, or someone outside his usual social circle, whereas the message for girls is “the one for you has been near you all along! Girls achieve an adventure by clicking their heels and saying There’s No Place Like Home!”

I understand that the sapphic girl with a crush on her bestie is a trope that has some basis in reality, and for some folks it can be really empowering to see those kinds of pairs get a Happily Ever After together. I also think it can be empowering for the female character with the sapphic crush to come to the realization (either through rejection or other circumstances) that her bestie isn’t going to like her back that way, but she does understand herself better now. And she’s going to use that knowledge to build herself up and explore new values and seek out new wlw relationships and join the queer revolution. Hahaha you can tell what sort of storyline I prefer. Truth be told I would be more interested in a story where Fredrika doesn’t requite Stella’s feelings and Stella has to reinvent herself than I would a story where suddenly they love each other. I’m sure the YR writing team would make the latter interesting too, but if they gave me a choice between the latter and the former and promised they would be equally well written, I’d pick the latter.

Here’s the other thing about stedrika. I don’t entirely find them boring. I do like them! This is going to sound like me being a problematic queer, maybe, but… I like the fact that they’re mean. Not in a “you go girl!” sort of way where I’m cheering on their meanness and tendency to gossip. I don’t want them to stay mean. But I do find it interesting that Stella at least is hiding some part of her authentic self, and she and Fredrika haven’t gotten to discuss something honestly, and the price they pay is lashing out at others for their authenticity, especially their authenticity around romantic feelings. I think there’s some interesting narrative questions to explore then, in terms of how do you learn to embrace others and yourself? What toll does it take, being closeted? How do you empower yourself within structures that are harming you—is hurting other people going to do it? Like gosh, that’s a whole character arc! I also think it’s really interesting how Lisa and the writing team have addressed the role that misogyny and assumptions around sex and physicality play in oppressing wlw queer folks. Like that whole discussion around what counts as “real sex” and losing one’s virginity that we see at Sara’s birthday sleepover. That was interesting to see play out onscreen and I’m glad they went there! (Send me your fics about messy stedrika, send themmmm. Send these girls on some kind of journey.)

Anyway, I’m also glad that stedrika is not the only wlw representation we have in Young Royals. Because we also have Rosh, who I absolutely adore with every fiber of my being. Rosh isn’t white or upper class, and she’s more tomboyish and comparatively less femme. She talks about her rebound after dating Yasmin/Yasmina, and there’s this wonderful sapphic chaos quality to it. She’s an openly queer girl in a best friendship with an openly queer boy, and you can tell that she and Simon lean on one another and probably came out to one another in middle school. (I think I have read this fic a few times, but I will always read more of it!) I love Rosh’s sense of justice and how committed she is to athletics and making sure Simon succeeds on the rowing team even if, as we all know, rowing isn’t a sport. Overall Rosh feels very specific and that makes her very real. Also I can’t resist a confident soccer lesbian, obviously I imprinted on Keira Knightly and Parminder Nagra in Bend It Like Beckham like every other queer girl born in the late 1980s.

Anyway. I actually think YR has a ton to offer us in terms of potential wlw representation, and interesting stories and characters that can be explored. (It has a lot to offer us in terms of female characters, period. I wish I had the time and fandom knowhow to create a female character centered ficathon. Is there any interest out there?)

The weird thing is I don’t know if I would feel confident writing this post at all if I hadn’t put in over 100k words of effort in fanfic for this fandom, most of it from female characters’ POVs. Some of that is het, sure, but I’m really, really proud of the sapphic self-discovery arc we gave Felice in Heart and Homeland. We let her struggle with her feelings at a time when she didn’t have the vocabulary for her feelings. We let Felice have a 19th century romantic friendship with Sara while also having sex and romances with other women, because lesbians can do both dammit. We let her kiss other women on the page, and do additional things beyond kissing also on the page. She was the first character we upped our rating to M for! We let her have friends-with-benefits hookups (because wlw characters shouldn’t always have to meet their forevergirl in their first girl) and we’re developing a new relationship in the upcoming chapters. (Okay, we did accidentally erase stedrika, because we wrote the first 19 chapters of our fic before season 2, and made occasional blink-and-you-miss-it references to a Stella/Henry sideplot. But let’s just say additional things are happening in the coming chapters.) I’m really happy with Felice’s storyline. I’m also happy that for a long time, I was the kid in fandom sighing and wishing there was more femslash, while feeling bad bad because I hadn’t written any myself. But now I have, and it feels a bit like achieving a Life Goal. I’m proud of myself!

And if you want to write femslash of your own, but you’ve always been a little scared or unsure of how to start? Hi. I’ll be your sounding board and your biggest cheerleader, if you want that. Tell me and we’ll have a lot of fun planning and writing! I BELIEVE IN YOU AND YOU ARE AMAZING.

[candycandy00]

Can you give some general headcanons for how Tomura and Dabi would be as boyfriends?

Sure!

Shigaraki

Contrary to what a lot of people seem to think, I believe Shigaraki would actually be a very good boyfriend. One good indicator of how someone will treat a lover is how they treat other people they care about, such as their family or friends. And after Shigaraki matures, he treats the other members of the League very well. He values them, values their dreams and goals, and gives them the freedom to do whatever they want, even though it would make total sense for him to boss them around. I don’t see any reason he wouldn’t apply those same behaviors in a romantic relationship. 

Also remember how Mr. Compress made an offhand comment about wanting to eat sushi, and then months later, when the opportunity presented itself, Shigaraki got sushi for the League? That shows he listens to the people he cares about and actually remembers things they talk about wanting. So if you were his lover and you mentioned some item you’d been wanting, even if he didn’t have the means to buy it for you right then, he’d definitely remember it and go back to get it for you when he could. 

Shigaraki would be affectionate (especially after gaining full control of his quirk) and would have no shame at all when it comes to public displays of affection. He’s not the type of guy to worry about social norms. 

He would probably want to date someone who likes video games. We know we enjoys talking about them and gets along better with people who play them (like Spinner, the only character I remember seeing him just casually talking to about anything unrelated to the League or villain activities). 

The worst part about dating Shigaraki would be that he would want to have most dates at home and it would be hard to drag him out for an actual date at the movies or a restaurant. You’d have to either enjoy at-home dates or come up with a way to convince him to get out more. He’s a bit socially awkward so he’s probably going to occasionally do or say things that are slightly embarrassing. But he means well. 

As for sex, I think Shigaraki is 100% a clueless virgin and would require a bit of coaching from you. But once he gets the hang of it, he would be a great lover. For one, he’s not the selfish, greedy type at all, so he would definitely want to give you as much pleasure as possible. In fact, he might just enjoy watching you get off as much as he enjoys getting off himself. I think he would be surprisingly tender and sweet in those intimate moments. 

As for kinks, I doubt he has many. Even though he probably watched a lot of questionable hentai, he’s pretty happy with just normal sex. But if you wanted to try something different or something kinky, I think he’d be very into trying whatever you like. He’d be open to anything, so long as it’s something you want. He would probably really enjoy role playing or involving costumes (especially if it’s costumes of his favorite game characters). 

Overall, an A+ boyfriend. 

Dabi

As much as I love Dabi, I think he’d be kind of a lousy boyfriend. At least in the early stages of the relationship. He’s very self-centered and self-involved. He wouldn’t even be interested in trying a relationship until after he’s had extensive therapy. But! I don’t think he would be abusive. Just… selfish and emotionally distant. At first. After he falls in love, like truly in love, I think he would open up to you and start to see you as even more important than himself. 

Dabi would need a lot of reassurance. You’d very often have to reassure him that you love him, that he’s irreplaceable to you, that you’re there for him. Also prepare to have him trauma dump on you often. But if you love him, you’ll be happy that he feels comfortable talking to you about his problems. He’d also have a keen eye for when you’re feeling down about something. He’d definitely be able to tell if you’ve had trauma in your life, and he would genuinely want to help you feel better. 

Dates would be pretty fun. He’s got an energetic, almost manic side to him so expect some wild dates like dancing or going to amusement parks or haunted houses. But he also has a lazy side, so expect a lot of boring nights hanging around the house too. 

Dabi wouldn’t be very affectionate in front of others, if at all. The most you’re probably going to get out of him is hand holding. But in private? He would be clingy. He’d also be very casual about touching you. He’d just sit down beside you and lean his head over on your shoulder or just absently stroke your hair while the two of you are watching a movie. 

Would definitely be the type to get jealous easily. Though I don’t think he would go full on obsessive yandere, I think he would get very annoyed if you gave other guys a lot of attention. He’d probably just sulk and be slightly rude and snappy until you assured him that he’s the only one you love. 

As for sex, he’d be a selfish lover at first. He’d totally be the type to want a quickie in the restroom of the movie theater and he’d feel like it was a successful quickie if he got off, even if you didn’t. But if you got really close, got into a serious relationship and he was in love, he would get much better in this regard. He would want to make you feel good, make you want him to touch you. And I’ve said this before but once he realizes how much you want him, he would be a major tease. He’d love making you ask for it. And if he knew of something he did that turned you on (a certain look he gives or a certain way he sits or moves), he would do it all the time. 

As for kinks, he probably has several. I feel like he would definitely be into pain-related kinks, both giving and receiving. Look at all those staples and piercings. Yep, he’s into pain. He’d probably get really turned on by piercings (and he would absolutely go crazy for you if you let him pierce you). But I also feel like he wouldn’t be insistent on these kinks. If you’re not into them, he doesn’t want to pressure you into it. He’d be satisfied with some lighter forms of it, like very soft spanking or lightly biting you. He also might have a tendency to be rough unless you tell him outright that he hurt you and you didn’t like it. Then he’d feel bad about it and be more gentle from then on. He only wants the fun kind of hurt that you both enjoy. 

He’d start out as a C- boyfriend but would end up a solid A if you got into a long-term relationship and serious feelings developed. 

[romilly-jay]

Lost - and Found! - in a Loop

*** spoilers (I guess, probably) ***

Good job this isn't in anyway attempting to be a timely look at cultural phenomena because this movie landed on Amazon Prime in Feb 2021. (And I discovered, in the Lev Grossman interview linked down near the bottom of this piece, was one of the many productions impacted - in this case, shortened - by the 2020 pandemic.)

Is being timely important for a time loop movie? Okay, clearly facetious question since the answer will be NO for the characters other than, I guess, there would be Better and Worse days in history to be trapped in, but YES for the production, for practical reasons - like, COVID, above - but also for zeitgeist reasons.

This was the movie's Twitter campaign BTW - super cute - it's a time loop movie - every day's the same day! - sort of.

On the subject of timeliness -

Sort of a segue but I was listening earlier to Richard Osman and Marina Hyde discussing the summer's Strictly Come Dancing scandal on The Rest is Entertainment. One factor they covered was that generally it's very unusual for Big Shows to last twenty years and that Strictly has achieved this by changing what it's like as a show, in line with the times, fashions, assumptions etc also changing.

Specifically for Strictly, that has involved the level of difficulty and skill increasing massively. Marina quoted a piece from Michael Hogan in The Guardian that identified that S1 of the show saw a single 10 given by the judges while in S19, there were 69 10s, not because the judges are softer but because the standard of dancing performance has risen - and the toll on participants has risen along with it.

She linked that to a general rise in intensity, perfectionism, and performance pressure - and the driving out of fun - even in supposedly amateur contexts. Feedback loop to social media, ofc.

Well that's incidentally a nice reverse segue back to this movie, because this movie is a sweet celebration of low-key, unimportant magic moments. A love story between the MCs that is also / somewhat / mostly a love story to enjoyment of the everyday.

I'm not saying the movie itself is amateurish (it's not) but it's two teenagers hanging out in small town America. There's no saving the world, there's no super-hero antics, and there's no magic escape from everyday tragedies, either - the lost job, the parent with cancer.

There IS some quantum physics babble and some blurred logic (like, is it okay to take someone else's future hostage? - even if you didn't do it intentionally - just because you're super sad and it would be nice to have someone to help you go through the grieving*?)

*this is, I think, the most cynical possible take - a less cynical version being that the universe somehow figured out that these two were made for each other and held onto HIM until SHE was ready to let go of her difficult day and move forward. Arguably, IRL, she wouldn't have had the choice because time DOESN'T conveniently loop just because someone wishes hard enough that it would - or maybe it does, but not for me... I can understand how someone who has experienced that exact thing would want to stay quiet about it.

The point is - best not to get too Hard Science critical, but taking the story on its own terms, I liked it. And *especially* the shift in emphasis from his story to hers in the final act of the movie.

Here's a review by a real film critic - they also seemed to like it:

The movie was written and I think exec produced by SF writer Lev Grossman, who gave a nice interview about getting it made (below).

He also cameoed in the movie as "rescued from bird poop" guy - and talks charmingly about his experience of being in front of the camera as a little anecdote at the end of the same interview.

BTW having seen that the clothes in the promo poster were the same ones as the Lev Grossman scene, I wondered briefly about whether I'd forgotten the two MCs wearing the same clothes all the time. Flicked back to Amazon. They didn't! Then, ofc, I realised that it would have been weird if they did. The entire point was that they were the only two people making different choices during the course of that single day. What simpler visual cue for us than changing the clothes they're wearing on different versions of that same day?

Amusing (to me) side note - I tried to tell one of my lecturers about this movie and he was HORRIFIED by the cuteness of the central concept, that the key to the time loop dilemma was linked in a non-metaphorical way to the movie's title. I didn't and don't find that horrifying or disappointing but rather charming and a little delightful. Oh, you smuggled the answer to the puzzle right there in front of me in the actual title and I feel comforted that your characters are taking joy and hope from small things like - little girls jumping after soap bubbles in the back yard or a sea eagle grabbing a fish from the lake. This is in keeping with our respective tastes (and, for all I know, our respective characters) and without question relates to whatever internal factors explain why he loves The Road and I love cosy things.

[femmefatalevibe]

Hello, Love!

So I am 16, and this may seem a bit ridiculous but I hope you see this. Basically, I have this schoolmate and we are on the same grade, he’s really good-looking and got a million followers on TikTok. I’ve known friends and acquaintances who had crush on him at some point, including me which I greatly made me feel so drained and insecure because I can’t help but to compare myself with other people who likes him as well. I even reach a point were I was pressured to conform with those popular, rich, teenagers in hopes to be part of his group of friends because they were in fact those type of people he only hangs out with.

The only thing that held me back was knowing darn well that me and my family is struggling financially. Purchasing fancy clothes, brand new shoes, and latest Apple products was something that’s never part of my option, which I must confess, greatly frustrated me because I wanted to impress him so bad that I felt so ashamed of my thoughts sometimes. Seeing my smart, pretty, rich friend who likes him getting her way to be further connected with him, by befriending his friends, getting invited in cool people’s party and took some cute photos with him didn’t make anything better in my case because I had to pretend I am happy for her.

I actually feel envious and guilty at the same time. She liked him first, I would never admit that I have developed a crush on the guy she likes, though. Regardless of my feeling, those are the values I took pride on: never trade platonic relationships for romantic ones. I won’t let a guy be the reason that would get my friendship destroyed.

So, I wanted to detach from him but I don’t know where to start. We never really interacted (I doubt him choosing to sit next to me at auditorium counts) and most of the eye contacts were I think heavily romanticised by my brain because I’m so attracted to him. I even tried confessing anonymously and felt so bad about myself that he never bothered responding. After that, I spend my week imagining our possibility instead of reviewing for my midterms examination, I didn’t got to pass my exams. The lengths it keeps costing me’s not worth it. I just want to get rid of this feelings. It’s severely unhealthy. Is there anything I can do?

Hi love! Please remember: your feelings are completely valid. This is normal to feel when you're 16 (trust me – I was hopelessly attracted/addicted to my FWB at this age, it's okay!). So cool that you get to stare at TikTok-famous star all day! I remember all of my friends were dying to Snapchat with a Vine star when I was in HS lol.

As someone who was in a similar position: fancy private school, less well-off than my peers, it's easier said than done, but seriously – don't let it get to your head. High school feels like it is all-consuming at the time, but details like who has the nicer jacket or backpack are things you will never think about the second you step onto a college campus or office.

If there's one lesson I've learned in dealing with guys over the years it's this: You need to impress yourself and see if there's a connection. Never do anything for a teenage boy/man that would make you feel like you're sacrificing a part of yourself or any type of self-respect.

There's always a chance he will like you if he gets to know you, but the best way to know is to live your best life: Work hard at school and extracurricular activities, socialize whenever you can with your friends, make jokes with your peers, ask to study with your friends along with your boy interest.

Appearing confident in yourself and knowing what you want are two of the most attractive qualities a person can have.

P.S. - Please live by your previous sentiment: Never trade platonic relationships for romantic ones. I won’t let a guy be the reason that would get my friendship destroyed.

This is golden advice that more women need to internalize. It will only do you good and save you a lot of unnecessary heartbreaks in the future.

Focus on your future and create moments of joy – even for small periods of time – in your daily life. Being born into wealth is the luck of the draw, but building the life you desire and learning to thrive throughout your journey, that's an invaluable skill that no fancy iPhone can replace in the long run.

Hope this helps xx

[vies16]

I feel like this page is becoming my journal thing (there’s a shit ton of politics stuff in my drafts lol) so I guess I’m going to write another badly written short essay about my feelings. Anyway it’s asexual awareness week so I thought I would talk about that.

Being ace/aro is interesting because it’s kind of viewed by some people as immature or something you will grow out of. Some adults have this idea that kids are basically ace/aro until they hit puberty and then they start having feelings for other people. But honestly that’s not really true at all and society doesn’t perpetrate that in practice. There are odv plenty of people who are gay talking about how the knew something was different when they were really young but you don’t ever hear that much about straight people because of how normalized it is.

I started IDing as ace around the age of 15 and started questioning at 14. Romantically I’ve on and off questioned whether I was bi or aro since around that age too (im 90% pretty sure I’m aro at this point but who knows).

Looking back I kind of knew since I was young that something was different? I have a very clear memory of being at a birthday party around the age of 9 and we were playing this game with a big, inflatable die where we would roll it and answer the question that it landed on. I had to leave a bit early (the rest were staying for a sleepover) so they had me roll it a final time and it landed on “Who do you have a crush on?” Me, having no feelings for anyone at all said “uh I don’t?” thinking that was normal. The response to that was mostly annoyance, people accusing me of lying, trying to urge me to tell the truth. But the truth was I had no preferences for anyone. And at 9 years old that was apparently unbelievable even by some of the adults in the room.

And I wasn’t going to lie because what if they told whatever dude I said (and the vibe was definitely it had be a guy to these people lol). I eventually said I had a crush on my cat (don’t judge 😂) which was met with one girl whining “nooooooo” all annoyed. Eventually I got out of it but idk, the whole thing did kind of stuck with me (I mean I remember it really clearly 11 years on lol). It was the first time really had it shoved in my face that I might be weird or that something might be wrong with me.

Even after becoming an adult I’ve always felt like I’m too young to know. I have always acknowledged that maybe someone will come along and make me feel that spark or whatever. It’s never happened . People to me are almost too human? Too flawed. Even fictional crushes only kind of work for me because I can control their characterization and every action they take in my head. I can sort of make myself like them like that. But even then I don’t imaging myself with them. There’s no y/n going on in my head. And if they were real people? Hell no.

Another thing that perpetrated about asexuality is that there has to be a reason for it. You have to have trama, you’re antisocial, an incel, are mentally ill, have messed up hormones, taking meds that effect it, or as disgusting terfs think, the apparent rampant castration of kids is causing asexuality (no I’m not exaggerating). And sure, I haven’t had the best time of it for the past 10 years but any real trama came after I started IDing as asexual and none of it is sexual. Im pretty sure I have no hidden trama either because I have a pretty good memory and timeline of my life in my head. I’m very lucky to have never been SAed either. I did worry that maybe because I was quiet and have anxiety that it was being caused by that, but over the past year I’ve been working on being more social and getting a bit more comfortable with people and honestly I’ve never felt more sure that I’m aroace. I’ve never taken meds (for better or worse), pretty sure I’m not an incel, haven’t had any hormone concerns brought up (maybe to much info but I know I have a libido, maybe it’s not the strongest but it definitely exists). This is just who I am bro. Even if some of those assumptions did apply that doesn’t mean I or someone else isn’t actually ace either.

Its also a really weird thing to talk about with people. 99% of the population wants a romantic and/or sexual relationship with an partner. I just don’t and that’s weird and unexpected to some people. But it’s also interesting because it’s unlikely I’m going to start dating someone of the opposite gender so there isn’t much reason to actually come out. Like how would I even start that conversation? I’m also terrified of the “you’re too young and will change your mind when you’re older” comment even though I’m now 20 and it’s not unrealistic to know that stuff at this age now. But if I never date people are bound to eventually notice right? My half-brother didn’t really date much until recently which led to some people speculating he’s gay (as far as I’m aware he’s straight and he currently has a long-time girlfriend). I’ve already started getting the questions about future boyfriends/husband (luckily not from really close family members except for some stray comments) which I’ve gotten around with being more career focused (which I am lol since I do want to travel for my job which doesn’t leave much room for a relationship). Sometimes I wish I was bi because it would sort of be more understandable with family? I know all the people in my family that matter would probably be accepting since my cousin is a Lesbian and so is my mums closest cousin (she and her wife are dope) so I wouldn’t have to worry about that at least. I’m honestly down for a platonic life-partner though, preferably a woman, so if that ever happened it probably wouldn’t raise too may eyebrows.

I don’t know but I kind of want to tell my mum. I think she does kind of know but I’ve never said it explicitly. She actually sat me down less than two years ago and said she would be accepting of me identifying as anything if I wanted too. I also did kind of come out as not straight because I let her stay in the room while i was being asked questions at the doctors about my medical history and they asked about sexual history (none) and then if I was to become active what sex would I be with (both). She also helped defend me against questions about husbands from my grandparents on my dads side (“V’s not really interested in that”) a little over a year ago too. So like she’s aware to certain extent at least and I’m not exactly quiet about the fact that I probably don’t want to be married/have kids but idk, it’s just kind of different sexuality to talk about and there’s not really much of a point to doing so either.

Anyway I just spent an hour writing this post so I’m going to stop. Happy asexual awareness week and thank you for being aware of me if anyone found and bothered to read all this I guess lol

[cornfields-td-nonsense]

🧠 all of them

An ask from the OC ask game I forgot to answer oops

What do you like most about them?

Starting in elimination order, then quickly veering off and going in a completely random order:

- William is a dramatic little bitch who dresses like a colourblind D&D bard. Need I say more.

- Sal's just big and dumb and doesn't know her own strength but cmon guys, she's doing her best!

- Nicolas is just funny to me, like, conceptually. Chris really went through the process of adopting a random orphan to have on his show and became an unwilling father. brilliant

- Reggie's just silly. She's the definition of a silly little guy. She operates on cartoonier physics than anyone else. She's a horrible influence on Nicolas. She's Roger Rabbit as a teenage lesbian. Also I just love clowns, I wanted to make a clown character for TDN almost as soon as I thought of it

- Carmen's just fun. She's pretty and smart and she gets along with everyone! And I especially love how human she is. Like. Totally human. I don't know what that one anon was talking about. There's nothing supernatural about her.

- Matt, on the other hand, is an absolute bitch. Sometimes it's just fun to have a horrendously unlikeable character to play around with.

- Greta's a wannabe supervillain that is trying and failing to be evil. She's like if Max wasn't annoying.

- Hans just does not give a crap. I respect that.

- Charlie's aroace and we need more aspec characters like. in general. Also I like it when characters in TD do something, get eliminated, and then the thing they did continues to be important and comes up later, like MK hacking the confessionals in TDI2023. Something similar happens with Charlie's research and notes on his findings about the island - something to do with Alisha and Esther.

- Harper. One, I like the idea of an intern being unwillingly dragged onto the show. Two, I love stories about unrequited romantic feelings that have actual happy endings and show that "staying friends" is a totally feasible option that can actually be the best case scenario. Harper and Charlie manage to snag their friendship out of the fiery wreckage of their not-romance, and they're both better off for it.

- Esther was the first TDN character, and you always remember your roots. Shes basically the reason this thing exists, lol. I also put a lot more of myself into her than I was expecting to, but I do that with a lot of my characters

- Skelly is a punk character that isn't Duncan. That makes them awesome in my book.

- Alisha is a theatre kid. We love a theatre kid. I do have a lot to say about her but I'm saving that for another ask currently sitting in my inbox

- Ming is a menace. In the best way possible. Once Lloyd pulls the betrayal card on Rod, Ming fully declares war on his ass - she is VERY protective of her friends.

- Art is the kind of unlikeable character I really enjoy - he's believable. He's multi-dimensional. There's reasons he is the way he is, and he's capable of change.

- Isla is a bigender artsy kid with ADHD. You know. Like me.

- Eve has a snake. Like. Come on. (Also yours truly forgot to mention she's mute and uses ASL in her character bio. oops. I'll go back and edit that in later lol)

- Lloyd is, like I've said before, utterly overflowing with issues. I want to examine his brain under a microscope.

- Rod's not stupid. I know it's a bit of a weird thing to specify, but oftentimes the optimistic ray of sunshine who's best friends (or more...?) with a jaded grumpier one is portrayed as dumb. Rod isn't some kind of genius, but he's no idiot, either. I think that's important to say.

- Lara is an autistic girl who overthinks every social interaction she has, struggles with sensory issues she doesn't know how to deal with or even explain, and gets pushed around by certain individuals (coughartcough) who perceive her struggles as her being lazy or untalented. And by building a support system and finding someone she can truly connect with in Esther, she comes out of her shell, stands up for herself, develops and fleshes out her skills and manages to win. In short, Lara is the character I needed when I was younger.

[greenandhazy]

One of the things that makes me trust Guy Dexter is that first scene with Thomas in the library, when he says “Anything I need? That’s a tall order.” Like… that’s a flirtation. Along the same lines of “Is that what you’ve found? A friend?” or “Perhaps he’s found better things to do…Why don’t you come with me?” To compare it to another upstairs guest, If Pamuk had said that to Thomas in season one, Thomas would have pounced on it.

But he doesn’t. He looks down and fumbles for a response… and without waiting for one, Guy quickly says “I’m sorry—I was teasing you. What I should have said is, I have everything I need. Thank you so much.” Sorry about that, it’s not meant to make you uncomfortable, I’ll let you get back to your job.

The next time we see an interaction between them, which from the script at least is implied to be their next one-on-one conversation, it’s in a public space where they’re surrounded by people. Thomas has drifted into the crowd listening to Guy when he has no real reason to be there; Guy initiates the direct conversation, but there’s no pressure and no flirtation. He asks Thomas a question about his life and seems genuinely interested and encouraging, and makes a little self-deprecating joke. In response, Thomas is pretty different than the first scene; his answer is cheerful and chatty.

The next conversation we see is more intimate again. Guy is mildly flirty with the “Just Barrow” bit, maybe, but mostly melancholy, and Thomas is kind and pays him a compliment and arguably flirts in return. I would say Thomas is definitely flirting in the next conversation—their first conversation in a private room. RJC’s delivery of “suppose someone comes in?” and “What’s your real name?” is coy and deliberate.

Guy does bring back the innuendo and extend a potentially romantic/sexual offer, but he doesn’t actually do it until Thomas has indicated he’ll be responsive to it in that scene. And in doing so, he emphasizes Thomas’s own comfort and agency three separate times—once with the “make us both comfortable” line, and then in the later scene with the “you’ve had enough of standing” comment (implying he wants to downplay the servant/employer element of their relationship) and again in deliberately saying the offer is whatever Thomas wants.

And at that point, the film crew has been there for over a month—potentially like 6-8 weeks, maybe, so even if we’re not meant to think they’ve had a bunch of substantial conversations in between, they have definitely been in the same spaces and observed their interactions with other people. Thomas has seen Guy interacting with everyone from Myrna Dagleish down to the maids, and Guy is unfailingly kind in almost every scene we see onscreen; even in the background of the scene where Myrna’s voice recording is a disaster, we see him comforting her, before anyone else really expresses sympathy for her. There are some really frustrating and dispiriting moments for Guy in the film, but he still has an even temper.

I understand there are probably some people who are never going to be comfortable with the idea of an employer/employee relationship and never going to be comfortable with them having known each other for a relatively short period of time, but tbh I think at a certain point the “what if” doomsday scenarios get a little silly precisely because I think the movie is so deliberate in showing us that Guy is Not That Kind of Person. He’s humble, patient, responds to nonverbal cues, and de-emphasizes the social gap between them at every point. Compare Guy’s portrayal to not only the Duke of Crowborough’s but also Richard Carlisle’s and Lady Anstruther’s—we’ve seen upper-class characters who take advantage of servants and we’ve seen self-made men who are defensive over their newfound status, and Guy is definitely not meant to be one of those people.

[prinxejeanne]

requests you say ?? hmmmmmmmmmm

how about some anti angst my dear?? bring on the tears. i dare ya /lh

congrats on all your well deserved followers <<33

This took WAY too long- I'm so sorry about that, dude :<

This also ended up being hurt/comfort because I need my softness >:)

[[Angsty Antisepticeye drabble, could be interpreted as an x reader if you squint?? There's not really anything romantic though, the reader's just comforting him while he's having a hard time.]]

[[Warnings: Self-deprication, blood, brief mentions of violence, reader is comforting someone who doesn't know how to accept help from others 👁👁 (a.k.a. me /hj) . ]]

You weren't very close with Anti- to be honest, you were kind of annoyed by the guy. He was always making some kind of lewd joke, always getting into fights with people, always talking about how much he hated your friends... The only reason you interacted with him was because he lived in the same house as Chase, and you were pretty close with the divorced dad.

So when you walked into house to the sound of muffled wailing coming from the bathroom, you were... surprised, to say the least.

Chase wasn't home, and this wasn't the kind of place someone would normally break into, so you knew immediately that it was Anti.

That, and the auditory distortions helped you figure it out.

You peeked through the open door to find the glitching demon curled up into a fetal position on the floor. "Uh- you good?" you asked, causing Anti to jump up and scramble away from the door.

It had a thin gash along one cheek, and his nose was bleeding pretty heavily.

"Holy shit, Anti! What happened?" you asked, hastily looking in your bag for something to stop the bleeding.

"Fucking... got my ass beat," he muttered, wiping the tears from his face and smearing the blood along with it.

You found some cotton balls and stuffed them into Anti's bleeding nostril, causing a grumble of annoyance from the other.

"With who? The Russian mafia or some shit?"

You got a hand towel wet with the bathroom faucet, moving to dab off the blood that was already smeared over the glitch's face.

"Dark," he replied bluntly, trying to move away from the towel and growling a bit, like a territorial stray cat.

"Well, I don't know who the hell that is, but they need to learn how to control themselves," you muttered, gripping his jaw to hold his head in place as you cleaned off his face. The demon paused for a moment, a shocked look on its face. You squinted your eyes at him. "What's with the look you're giving me?"

"Nothing, I just- you don't know who Dark is?" he replied, dumbfounded. "How?"

"Never met them," you muttered. "Are they a demon too?"

Anti grunted, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," it muttered. "Dark's a mirror-bound demon. I'm a computer-bound demon."

You nodded, not entirely paying attention as you found some rubbing alcohol and poured it onto a clean part of the towel. "This is gonna sting," you warned, before gently pressing the towel to the cut on Anti's face.

He winced, moving away for a moment before begrudgingly letting you disinfect the cut.

"So, why'd you get in a fight with Dark?" you asked, concerned by how reluctant Anti was to accept your help.

"Dunno... thought I could beat them this time," he said quietly, glaring at the wall. "I'm fucking stupid, is what it is."

You paused for a moment, even more concerned now.

"What do you mean? You're stupid for losing a fight?" you asked.

"No, I'm stupid for initiating a fight with the goody two-shoes. Dark beats me at everything- fighting, socializing, looks... they're way better than a random shithead like me."

"Woah, wait a minute- cool it with the self-deprication," you interjected, causing Anti to roll his eyes again. "The more you talk like that, the worse you'll feel."

At this, Anti sniffles and started crying again. You paused, mentally cursing at yourself for being so brash.

"What I meant is... you're better than you give yourself credit for," you explain. "Maybe you have flaws, but I'm sure Dark has some too!"

It crossed his arms, hugging his knees to his chest and huffing. "Well it definitely doesn't seem like it," he muttered spitefully.

"Well, they basically made your brains bleed out through your nose after already proving that they could beat you in a fight," you reply. "That seems like a flaw to me."

Anti was silent for a moment, letting you put a small bandaid on his face.

"...I guess you're right."

"I'm always right," you teased, causing the demon to roll its eyes. "There- you're all better now."

Anti raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face.

"Aren't you gonna kiss it better?" he asked, chuckling smugly.

"Yeah, eat shit," you retort, causing a chuckle from the both of you.

"And, uh- thank you," he adds awkwardly, clearly unused to thanking someone. You grin.

"Don't worry about it, glitch bitch."

[spaceman-earthgirl]

Supercorptober 2021 Day 7: Party

Fic link. Series link.

Lena’s hiding. This is technically her party, she should be out there, talking to the CatCo employees and various party guests, but here she is, hiding in her best friend’s office to avoid any awkward social interactions. Or, more specifically, to avoid having to talk to one person in particular.

At least Kara’s office is a safe space where she shouldn’t be found.

Lena knows she can’t hide in here forever, but for now, she’s going to take advantage of being alone.

She hopes no one has noticed her absence.

No sooner has she had that thought, when the door handle turns and she suddenly finds she’s not alone anymore. She holds her breath for a moment, but then Kara is there, and all the worry turns to relief as she finds her best friend in the doorway, blue eyes filled with concern.

“There you are, is everything okay?”

It does stupid things to her heart that Kara noticed she was missing.

“I’m fine,” Lena smiles. “I just needed a moment.”

“Can I join you?” Kara asks, waiting for Lena’s nod before she steps into the room, pulling the door shut behind her.

“It is your office, after all,” Lena adds, eyes on Kara as she crosses the small room, ends up perched on the edge of her desk.

“Do you want to talk about why you’re hiding in here?” Kara asks after a long moment. She’d wondered if her best friend would let it go. Apparently not.

Lena sighs, but if you can’t talk about this sort of thing with your best friend, then who can you talk about it to? Sure, she’s in love with said best friend, but that’s besides the point right now.

“James asked me out.”

Lena can’t look at Kara as she says it, eyes focused on the twisted fingers in her lap, but when the small “oh” falls from Kara’s mouth, Lena looks up, catching the ripple of Kara’s jaw.

“So…umm…how come you’re hiding in here then?”

“We got interrupted before I could answer this morning, and ever since he’s been trying to talk to me, so I’ve been avoiding him.” The party had started fine, but that was only because James hadn’t arrived yet. But of course he’d be here, he is CatCo’s CEO after all, and she’d spent the first hour of the party after he’d arrived, strategically moving around the room, all the while keeping an eye out for James and avoiding him.

“And you’re avoiding him because…?”

“He looked so hopeful when he asked, I just feel bad saying no and I don’t want to lose him as a friend.”

She’s sure she’s just imagining the way Kara’s shoulders relax.

Usually, she’d have no problem saying no to unwanted advances, but she actually likes James, not in the romantic sense, but she likes working with him, likes being a part of Kara’s group of friends, and she doesn’t want something like this to put it in jeopardy. 

“I considered saying yes,” Lena finds herself admitting too. “It’s nice to feel wanted for once, but it wouldn’t be fair to him and I’d only be stringing him along.” Another reason she’d almost said yes was because she’d wondered if that’s what she’d needed, to get over Kara, to throw herself into another relationship, but that’s not fair to any of them either.

And honestly, she’s content with her life, happy having Kara in it just as she is, as a friend, even if that’s all they’ll ever be.

“I don’t know if I ever told you this, but James and I were nearly a thing, before I realised we should just be friends. And we’re still friends now. He’s a good guy, he’ll understand and accept your decision if you tell him no.” Kara pauses. “And if he doesn’t, then I can deal with him for you,” she grins, clenching her fists, looking ready to fight. “I can even throw him off this planet, if you like.”

Lena laughs, already feeling better. “That won’t be necessary but thank you.” Her smile falls as she sighs. “I suppose we should get back out there.”

“Or…”

Lena lifts an eyebrow. “Or?”

“Or we steal as much food as we can carry and sneak out. We can go back to my place, eat food, and have a party of our own.”

“I should really go and talk to James.” She already feels bad, avoiding him, she should just go and talk to him, get it over with. Knowing Kara is here helps.

Kara gives her a small smile “Okay,” she nods. “New plan, you go and talk to James, I’ll get the food, and we’ll meet back here in ten and we can go back to my apartment and watch a movie and eat food until we feel sick?”

Lena laughs. “Sounds like a plan.” She figures she’s made enough of an appearance at this party anyway.

She finds James easy enough in the crowd and the conversation is quick and painless and she should’ve just done this earlier as he smiles and nods at her answer.

She makes her way back to Kara’s office, talking to a few people on the way, and when she returns, she finds a mountain of food sitting on Kara’s desk, her best friend standing beside the pile, looking uncharacteristically nervous as fingers adjust her glasses.

Lena’s never seen Kara ignore food when it’s right there.

“Is everything okay?” Lena asks.

“I…” Kara swallows, glancing through the open door, so Lena steps inside and closes it, giving them some privacy once more.

“You said something earlier,” Kara starts again, fingers now twisting together in front of her. “You said it’s nice to feel wanted, like it doesn’t happen often, but I want you.” Lena’s breath catches. “It might not be the best time to say it, maybe I should’ve told you months ago, or maybe I should have never have told you at all, but I want you, and I wish I had the courage to just ask you out like James did.”

“You want…” Lena breathes, she can’t even get the words out, it just doesn’t make sense. She never imagined that Kara might want this too.

“I want you,” Kara says, nerves from before gone, words said loud and clear, ringing through the small room. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

Kara’s been brave, Lena can be brave too. “You already have me,” she says, stepping into Kara’s space, hands rising to cup Kara’s cheeks. “You’ve always had me.”

“Can I kiss you?” Kara whispers into the small gap between them, blue eyes so close.

Lena’s not sure how they got here from her hiding in this very office, hiding from the advances of someone else, but she’s not going to complain as she nods.

This is everything she’s ever wanted.

Kara’s nose bumps into hers in the next moment and it’s a little clumsy, but no less perfect when Kara’s lips meet hers, warm and gentle. Lena hums into the kiss, relaxes into Kara’s embrace as hands land on her hips, as Kara crowds her against the desk so she’s surrounded completely by her best friend.

Though, this isn’t exactly best friend behaviour.

“I want you too,” Lena breathes into the kiss. She’s not sure she exactly said it before, but she wants Kara to know to. “I love you.”

Kara pulls away then, but not before Lena feels the way Kara’s lips curve up against her own. “You love me?” she grins. “Rao, this really is the best evening ever.”

Lena laughs. “Are you sure that’s not the big pile of food behind you?”

Kara barely spares the food a glance before soft eyes are back on her. She shakes her head. “Definitely this.” She peaks Lena’s lips. “And I love you, too.”

[sexyminion]

Ok fuck it let me ramble stobotnik (stoneman??) in the Sonic boom canon AU. Under a cut because it’s extremely fucking stupid

Ok since jimbotnik and boom eggman are pretty dissimilar because the tone and themes of the movie vs that canon are pretty different, I’m tweaking the ship dynamic AND Stone’s character pretty drastically. So this is basically….a half step separated from an OC/canon ship.

Boom is a Bad Comedy first and Sonic media second, so the dynamic I’ve landed on that I think is MOST funny? They’re exes. Divorced. Agent Stone is Eggman’s ex husband.

So instead of ever being an assistant, Stone is actually more of a peer/rival villain. I’m thinking they met in grad school for evil or something. He ALSO is a robotics guy but with a different style. All his robots are elegant and sleek and modern, because style and presentation are very important! None of the clunky, retro sci fi style that eggman likes. I’m thinking they’ve gotta have coffee motifs too, because he’s a scientist but a barista and latte artist at heart. Like.. idk a milk steamer that kills you? Espresso that shoots out and melts you like acid?? Coffee bean machine gun??

For his personality, I want to crank up the silliness factor up to 11, because that’s the case with the other characters.. So I’m leaning into the “possessive/obsessive” trait we get a taste of in the movie and we latch on to in fanon. So… he’s a total STALKER. Outwardly he is very friendly and comes off as nice and calm and level headed. But he’s actually totally nuts about eggman. Stone digs up every piece of personal information on him that he can and knows EVERY aspect of his life and history. Eggman was flattered by this when they were younger, but eventually realizes stone is Quite Fucked Up (stone reads his mail, knows his mothers maiden name and social security number, installs hidden cameras everywhere, tries to kill any man who even LOOKS at eggman, doesn’t let eggman out of his site for more than a second). they have an extremely dramatic falling out. years later after they’re split up, eggman is VERY grouchy and filled with contempt at the thought of stone.

So more on the ship dynamic. Stone is very much in cheerful denial that they’re divorced. Like “that’s just a document it’s not important.” He will randomly show up for plot reasons as the Character of the Day at eggmans island fortress like “Did you miss me? :)” (“Yeah, but my aims getting better”). He is much more outwardly pleasant than eggman and most characters are confused why eggman calls him “the devil incarnate”. The dumbest aspect is that every time stone shows back up, eggman bitches and grumbles but EVERY TIME stone wins him over again and makes him fall back in love. It’s a total 180, “I don’t know why we ever split up, why don’t you stay here from now on? We can turn cubot and orbots room into a cafe! They can live outside.” However due to the rules of comedy show, it always goes to shit and usually ends up with a giant evil robot duel. So basically.. they’re on again off again ex husbands.

Some random other character musings:

- he’s still an agent from some sort of… agency. eggman would call him a “lapdog” for it but in reality he’s jealous that whoever stone works for doesn’t want his inventions instead. he has a very men in black aesthetic going on

-he gets along very well with Amy, because they’re both hopeless romantics with an appreciation for style

- sticks HATES his ass SO MUCH. Sonic and tails are just kind of annoyed to have to be occasionally bombarded with the saga of eggman’s romantic life. Knuckles gets an extremely stupid line about not knowing gay divorce was legal

I’m definitely gonna add to this and TRY to draw a character design but there ya go lmfao

[duskthevampqueen]

hello! i love your writing so much!! especially the high school au lol. i was wondering if you could write something for nakedtoaster and an romantically oblivious reader? like, someone who doesnt read signs very well or doesnt want to misinterpret them romantically even if it's obviously romantic? i dont mind if its headcanons or a full fic, either is great! oh and could they be friends but they both like each other and its pretty obvious to everyone else in the server? sorry for how awkward the phrasing of this is ^^;; and its obviously fine if you dont want to do it! thank you, i hope you have a great day <3

Oh no don’t apologize one bit for the phrasing, I understand very well, don’t worry! Thank you for the ask, and for the praise on my writing! I have made this a fic for your ask, although I admit it is on the shorter side, I’m sorry about that. I also went for a fluff side, so then not everything I write is angst. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Includes cursing.

It was starting to become too stupid. Did you two really not realize it? Did you two really not look at each other and go “Oh. They’re in love with me.” upon seeing how much you blush, fluster, and adore each other? The others were starting to think you guys would never get it.

Toast would constantly end up red on voice call when you’re mentioned or they’re thinking about you too much. It was as clear as day whenever they would even come across something that reminded them of you, as their face would get soft and start to gain a pink hue to their cheeks and tips of their ears. The reason that you didn’t pick up on this romantic interest was because this was how you always saw them.

You also thought his stuttering was normal, thought it was just a normal reaction to some of the things you would say. You thought maybe it was just because he wasn’t used to socializing with other people, and this was just the way he talked with people he was friends with. The way he would groan and sometimes yell about your words while you sat confused was interesting though, as whenever you would ask the others of the server, they wouldn’t answer you.

Toast couldn’t tell whether you liked him or not either. It was difficult to read your tones and emotions, especially when you didn’t seem to understand the double meanings to some of the romantic things you said. He would say something flirty to you, and then become flustered at himself while you sat there confused. He hated himself for being the only one becoming flustered, feeling maybe you truly weren’t interested like he feared.

You both feared that the other didn’t even like being friends. Maybe the calls and personal chats were out of niceness. That maybe it was just because you were the only ones you guys had and felt obligated, even though you both had the entire server behind you. That maybe the other person was entirely uncomfortable but didn’t know how to set boundaries, making it so you both beat around the bush about quite a lot.

Toast would go to Xyx for some reassurance, much to Xyx’s entertainment along with sometimes irritation. He would listen to his friend quietly with small remarks until they were done talking and then would end up saying almost the exact thing: “Just confess already, you stupid fuck.” Only to get a groan and dismissal from Toast, that you didn’t feel the same and it was scary to confess.

And then Xyx would get in a call with you, where you went through the almost exact same process as Toast did in the previous call. About how you adored Toast’s soothing voice, and their long, beautiful hair. About how you wanted to steal their glasses sometimes, or see how you would look in Toast’s jacket. Xyx would say the exact same thing he would say to Toast, but he knew better than to pressure either of you.

This dance of awkwardness of looking for romantic interest and not being able to read the obvious signs continued on for quite a while. The server members seemed used to this dance by now, as it had been a couple months now since it started. They would see how the interactions went and just add it to their mental notes to point out to the potential couple when they finally did get together.

Nothing came of the dance until Toast became a bit more awkward in a call one night. He seemed hesitant before speaking up to you, his stutter more apparent, voice more gentle. “Um, [Name], I was wondering… If I could come visit you this upcoming month, for a few days? I-I understand if it's too short notice or if y-you have plans next month, but I really want to meet you…”

You were pleasantly surprised and shocked. The censor had been gone now for quite a while, and had their number, but hadn’t expected them to ask that, or even to want to meet you. You still had this fear in the back of your mind that they were purely your friend because of obligation, because of how you two were in the same server together. You felt your heartbeat pick up a bit, thinking about all the possibilities of meeting them in person.

“O-oh! I really would like that, I don’t mind!” You spoke up when realizing you had been silent for a few moments, feeling embarrassment come over you from having to keep him waiting. “Let me text you the nearest airport, if you’re not within driving distance.”

Toast nodded, having to avert his eyes to his phone as he tried to calm his speeding heart. Oh god, he really asked it, and now he would be able to meet you. He would finally be able to see your stunning face in person and be in your presence. He would finally force himself to have the courage to ask you out, or at least confess to you and be able to say he faced his fears of rejection, no matter how long it took.

The next month seemed to fly and crawl by at the same time for the both of you. You felt like every call added to the anxiety about it, but the more plans that were made, the more exciting it became. The plan was that you two would meet at the airport, and then go to a hotel that Toast picked out. You wanted Toast to come directly to your home, but after some thoughts of safety, you agreed to the hotel idea. Toast wanted the hotel to fall back on if he ended up being rejected, or worse, hated.

The day of, you felt like you were going to throw up from nerves. You would be able to meet the person you adore, the person you’ve liked for months and been pining after. You’d be able to maybe hold his hand, to possibly play with his hair, to possibly even hug and hold. You hoped you would have the spine to for any of these things, let alone confess.

Your stomach was still churning when you waited outside the baggage pick up area. Your hands held tightly onto the insides of your jacket pockets, having placed yourself in a spot that was findable from anywhere in the area. You were reminded of Toast’s height, how they would easily be able to easily find anyone, with their tall height giving an advantage. Were you gonna be tall enough to look up to them comfortably?

And then you saw him.

He was wearing the same jacket he wore in his calls, but with the hood up, keeping his soft pink hair in a slightly messy ponytail. He must’ve slept on it on the plane. The sleep could still be seen in his face just a little bit, along with the addition of what you assumed was a yawn. But he was still beautiful. Handsome. Wonderful. And he was there now.

They looked around a little bit, anxiety starting to pump again as they searched for you after picking up their bag. They feared that maybe you forgot about them, or had ghosted them when they were already on the way. But everything stopped the moment they saw you, already watching them with a big smile, and the world melted away.

Oh god. Be still, heart. They thought as they approached you, not realizing how they tried to be quick. The urge to hug you became stronger with every step, with every beat of their heart, until they were right in front of you, and couldn’t resist. Their arms came around you tightly, having to bend down to hug you completely.

You felt your breath stop when feeling his arms around you, and before you could realize it, you had your arms around him just as tightly. A shuttered breath seemed to come from both of you at that moment. Everything felt right in that moment. Like everything was exactly where it was supposed to be, while you two were in each other’s arms at that moment. While it sounded cheesy, it was true.

“[Name]... Shit, didn’t expect it to feel this way…” Toast muttered into your ear, feeling himself start to sway back and forth with you for a few moments, only able to lean back when he felt his heart wouldn’t calm down anymore. He had a big smile on his face when seeing your face once again. “I… I’m so happy to see you.”

“I’m happy to see you, too, Toast.” You murmured back, feeling your cheeks turn pink. You kept your arms around him, as he did with you, not wanting to let go. “I am so, so very happy to see you, you can’t even imagine.”

His heart soared at your words, and before he could stop himself, he blurted out. “I can’t imagine you’re happier than me, with how much I love you.”

Your heart seemed to burst at that moment. Love? He… Loved you? He really loved you? Oh lord, he loved you. He was staring at you with obvious nervousness, already stuttering to attempt to cover his ass, but you already heard it and ran with it. You would run a mile with those words.

“I love you, too.”

[seijorhi]

Patience of a Saint

An Ushijima x virgin reader commission for the wonderful @hearteyes-candyskies, I hope you enjoy it, bby! 💕

Ushijima Wakatoshi x female reader

TW non-con, nsfw, smut, virgin reader

“Wait, you’re kidding me, right?”

Ushijima simply shrugs, “Why would I joke about something like that?”

Semi and Tendou share a glance, the former hiding a smirk behind the glass rim of his beer bottle. Tendou had been the one to drag them both downtown for ramen in the middle of the night, an impromptu reunion of sorts, now that the volleyball season had wrapped up and Tendou was back in Sendai.

Perhaps his first mistake had been to allow his friend the option to stay with him instead of booking a hotel. Though, truth be told, Tendou would have undoubtedly monopolised his time regardless of where he was staying, and Ushijima would have allowed him to.

They were friends, after all, and that was what friends did. He was just glad that Semi had been roped in alongside him. 

When and how the conversation had steered towards his relationship with you, more specifically the details regarding your bedroom exploits together, Ushijima isn’t entirely sure, but he has no reason to lie to his friends.

The disbelieving look on Tendou’s face, however, makes him wonder if he’s said something wrong. “You mean to tell me that you’ve been dating this girl for how many months now, and you haven’t actually slept together yet?”

At that, Ushijima shakes his head. “We’ve slept together,” he corrects, taking a sip of his own beer. He likes sleeping with you, finds an odd sense of comfort he’s never felt before, waking up to find you curled against his side. 

Most mornings Ushijima has no trouble getting out of bed for an early start. He’s found that lately, at least on the nights you stay over, that’s no longer the case. 

The snort from his right is abruptly cut off into a choking cough as Semi tries and fails to mask his amusement. “He means sex, dude. You haven’t fucked her yet, have you?”

“No.”

The loud cackles from the ex-middle blocker are enough to draw the attention of several other patrons, but Tendou pays them no mind. “Why the hell not? Is she hideously ugly or something?”

“Nope,” Semi answers in his stead, a little too quickly for Ushijima’s liking. But he supposes he cannot blame his friend for noticing your attractiveness. You are, of course, beautiful - he’s told you many times.

A lone, red eyebrow quirks, glittering amusement dancing across Tendou’s face, “Are you… are you having trouble performing, big guy?”

Semi almost chokes on his mouthful, and even Ushijima feels the tips of his ears flush red. “No,” he asserts with a frown. “She…” he pauses, unsure for the first time whether this might be a line that he’s crossing to reveal something so personal between the two of you.

It’s not like he hasn’t discussed sex with them before. He has an almost uncomfortable amount of knowledge regarding the girls the redhead has been with, and Semi is no better.

(Semi was actually far, far worse.)

And truth be told he’s never been shy to share his own exploits with his friends, either. You might be the first girl that Ushijima’s ever loved, but love is not a necessary requirement for sex. He ensured that his partners left satisfied and so did he, there wasn’t anything more to it than that.

But you mean something to him. You mean everything. 

“She… wants to wait,” he says quietly. “She’s-”

Tendou’s red eyes widen, his face transforming into an expression of delighted surprise as he puts it all together. “She’s a virgin?!”

“Hey, dumbass,” Semi grunts, smacking his old friend over the back of his head, “you wanna say that a little louder? I don’t think the entire restaurant heard you.”

Tendou waves off his admonishment with a flick of his wrist, his attention firmly fixed on the ace. “So I was right then? You found yourself a cute, innocent little virgin for a girlfriend?”

Ushijima doesn’t reply, he doesn’t need to. 

He can still remember the scared look on your face the first time you stopped him, the way your hands shook and your pretty eyes filled with tears as you explained. Did you truly believe he would leave you over something as simple as that? 

While he might have been… somewhat disappointed, he understood. He loves you, he’s known that for a while. He could be patient, wait for you to become accustomed to him, wait for you to get over your fears and apprehension.

Not that you make it easy for him. He knows you aren’t teasing him on purpose with low cut dresses and too short skirts, cuddling close in bed at night just so you can grind your ass against the swell of his cock, you’re too innocent for such things.

But that doesn’t make it any easier to ignore the heat that pools in his gut, the stirrings of desire and twitch of his cock every time you bend over in front of him and he’s rewarded with a perfect view. He’s lost count of the number of times he’s had to excuse himself to the bathroom, bracing himself against the wall, bent over and fisting his cock to the mental image of you spread out naked, desperate and begging before him. 

“Wait, wait, hold up. I’m still a bit ticked off that you’ve been dating this girl for months and managed to hide her from me, your very best friend. I wanna see pics!”

Ushijima exhales, “You will meet her tomorrow-”

But it’s a fruitless endeavour, as Semi’s already scrolling through his phone to pull up your social media. Dutifully he passes it across the table, and Ushijima can only watch as Tendou’s eyes widen and a wicked grin creeps across his face. 

“You, my big, beautiful, brawny friend, have the patience of a saint. My condolences.”

—

He meets you the very next day, and there’s a strange feeling in Ushijima’s chest as he watches you collapse into a fit of giggles at Tendou’s joke, the redhead’s arm slung casually over your shoulders.

He’s pleased that you get along with his old friends, it’s not something he’s ever had to concern himself with with his previous partners. They were nothing more than blips on a radar - not necessarily one night stands, but hardly worth introducing to the people who matter most to Ushijima.

Yet he can’t help but linger on Tendou’s comment from the night before.

You hadn’t told him that you were waiting for marriage. It wasn’t a religious vow you’d taken. It was just that you weren’t ready for sex yet. You asked for time.

And he’d understood. Your relationship was new, and he supposed that for your first time he was perhaps intimidating. You were shy. Nervous.

It was to be expected.

But hasn’t he proven by now that he can be gentle? That he loves you, and he has absolutely no intention of leaving you? You’re the only one he wants to be with - the only one he’ll ever want to be with. If you’re waiting for the right ‘one’ to lose your virginity to, what more does he have to do to convince you that he’s it?

Which makes him consider, watching you smile at him as you duck into his kitchen to grab some more snacks, whether you might not be as invested in this relationship as he is.

He doesn’t doubt that you love him, but even as you sidle up beside him, letting him tuck you to his side where you belong, he can’t help but question whether the true reason you haven’t allowed him to take you as he wants is because you’re still under the assumption that your relationship has an expiration date.

The thought doesn’t sit well with him.

Sex is separate from love, Ushijima knows that, but he’s also firmly of the belief that it can be an act of intimacy, an expression of love deeper than words or other actions can convey. He wants to feel that with you. 

He wants to watch you writhing beneath him, your pussy squeezing around his cock, milking it for all it’s worth, lost in the ecstasy that only he can bring you. 

He wants to know what sounds you’ll make, what pretty moans and gasps he can draw out from you as he fucks you within an inch of your sanity. 

He wants to look in your eyes the first time he makes you cum, wants to take his time, to kiss you slowly, baptise you in pleasure and watch as you surrender yourself completely to the love he has for you. 

Ushijima doesn’t have time to waste on romantic flings and relationships that will go nowhere. You are his future, so it does not make sense for you to keep holding yourself back where sex is concerned. 

The sound of your laugh breaks through Ushijima’s musing and he’s pulled back to the present as you recount the story of how the two of you met to the redhead. He’s told Tendou before, but somehow the way you tell it made it sound better. You paint him in a better light, make yourself out to be the awkward one, stumbling over your apologies when it was his fault that you’d tripped in the first place. 

You don’t have a clue about the weeks leading up to that moment, but it hardly matters. He’s content merely just to listen as you speak, your cheeks warming, long lashes fluttering as you glance up at him with that gentle smile of yours.

He loves you. 

Across from the both of you, he catches the pointed look in Tendou’s eye- 

It will be good for the both of you.

-and comes to a decision.

Unsurprisingly, the redhead just grins brightly when Ushijima corners him shortly afterwards, telling him that he will have to find somewhere else to stay for the night.

“No worries, I can crash at Semisemi’s,” he sings, rocking up onto the balls of his feet. “You two need your space, I get that.”

Ushijima nods, turning to leave, only for Tendou to reach out and stop him. “Yes?”

“You know, I kinda like her, Ushiwaka. Think she’ll be good for you, so try not to break her in two tonight, yeah?”

He frowns at the comment, causing Tendou to break into a fit of laughter. 

By now, he should be used to his friend’s ribbing, but the thought of hurting you even as a joke doesn’t sit well with the ace. 

To his credit, Tendou plays his role well. You all but beg him to stay for dinner, but he just mournfully shakes his head, sighing about Eita twisting his arm and forcing him to go watch him and his band play at some local bar.

And then, it’s just the two of you.

In hindsight, perhaps he should have put more effort into making this romantic for you. He’s never had to try with things like that before. He should have cooked dinner, and maybe considered candles and roses, or even music.

Instead, you order takeout and eat it sprawled across Ushijima’s lap, and he cannot find it within himself to mind. The most mundane activities are made better simply for you being by his side, he’s found.

He waits, fingers casually stroking along your arm as you curl up to his side to watch something on TV. You seem to be enjoying it, if the giggles that spill from your lips are anything to go by, but Ushijima finds himself distracted by the gnawing feeling deep in the pit of his stomach, an eagerness that has him twitching to act.

It doesn’t help that he’s all too aware of the softness of your body pressing against his. 

But he won’t have your first time together be on his living room couch, of all places. He has enough patience to wait for weariness to set in, and when you yawn trying to muffle it against his shoulder, Ushijima almost smiles. “Why don’t we go to bed?”

You nod, and he presses a gentle kiss to your hair before helping you up. 

He knows that you like to shower before sleeping, and while there’s a voice in his head that whispers for him to go and join you, Ushijima simply strips out of his clothes, sits on the edge of his bed and waits.

When you emerge from the steam, smelling faintly of the vanilla and citrus body wash he’d bought after the first night you’d stayed over, he stiffens. Instead of your usual sleeping attire (an old tee-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts) you’re clad solely in one of his fluffy towels, hair still damp, skin glistening with stray droplets of water.

“Hey, sorry I forgot my-” you pause, words trailing off as you take in the sight of your boyfriend, utterly naked. For a split second, you freeze in place, eyes wide and lips softly parted, like a deer caught in headlights.

And then, just as Ushijima moves to stand, you snap out of it.

“Oh my god!” you cry, whirling around and clutching the knot of your towel, hiding yourself from his view and burying your face in your hands. “I-I’m sorry!” 

It’s rather adorable how flustered you get by something as natural as nakedness.

“Why wou- you know what, nevermind. I…uh, I forgot my clothes, they’re just on my bag I think, could you, um- could you please pass them to me?”

He spies them, folded neatly on the top of the overnight bag you’d packed. Instead, he reaches out to take your hand and gently tug you back towards him.

“Wakatoshi, what are you-” but your surprised protests are swallowed up as he leans down to kiss you. Yet instead of softening to his touch, allowing him to take the lead as he usually does, you stiffen in his arms, your hands finding their way to his bare chest, trying to push him away.

“Toshi, just- just stop for a second, please?” you gasp, managing to extricate yourself from the kiss.

That won’t do.

He has to be gentle with you, but with anticipation coiling in his gut, his cock stirring at the thought of your almost naked body pressed against his, it’s easy for him to forget his strength as he rids you of the offending material, bends down and hefts you up into his arms. 

“Shh, little one,” he says, ignoring your shouts as he takes the three steps over to his bed so he can lay you down. “I know you’re scared, but you have no need to be. I won’t hurt you. I’m going to make us both feel good, I promise.”

He bestows another kiss against your forehead as he climbs over your trembling frame. 

“Babe… Toshi, please- I-I’m not, I don’t-” your eyes are wide and filling with tears and you’re shaking your head - it fills him with a flicker of unease, but he knows deep down that this is just temporary.

You need this as much as he does, and once he shows you how wonderful he can make you feel, you’ll thank him. 

Cradling your cheek with one large hand, he tries to tell you as much.

But your breath is coming in quick pants, your terrified eyes darting past his broad frame as if you’re trying to look for an escape route while pleas and whimpers spill almost incoherently from your lips, and he realises that words won’t be enough.

He’ll just have to show you. 

“I love you,” he murmurs, kissing you once more before turning his attention to the rest of your body. It’s not the first time he’s seen you bared, of course, but it is the first time he’s been allowed the luxury of taking his time to enjoy it.

Your whimpers are soft and distressed as his lips trail down the column of your throat, resisting the urge to nip and suck at the tender skin, and you squirm under him when his mouth finds your breasts. The sounds you make for him, your choked little gasps only feed the pit of hunger deep inside of him. You must be able to feel his cock, big and thick, rutting up against your stomach, leaving a shining trail of oozing pre-cum across your skin as he busies himself playing with your tits.

They’re soft and pillowy, just the perfect size for his hands to grasp and knead, and the way that you keen for him, jerking a little when he sucks a nipple into his mouth and laves his tongue over the pebbling bud is utterly captivating. You’re so caught up in the attention he’s paying to your chest that you miss the hand that trails down your side, snaking between your trembling thighs.

At least until long, thick digits swipe along your folds. 

Like a frightened little rabbit, your eyes widen and you jolt into action. “Wakatoshi, stop!” you cry, hands finding his chest once more to try and push him off of you, your legs kicking out uselessly beneath him. 

His expression softens, his thumb sweeping against your thigh in what he hopes is a reassuring manner. “Shh, it’s okay. I need to prepare you to take me, otherwise it will hurt.”

If anything, your expression only becomes more panicked. “No, no, no, no-”

“Let me take care of my girl. You’ll feel good,” he murmurs, and already his fingers are sliding back to your pussy. You’re not as wet as he’d like, but it’s no matter, as his thumb finds your clit, his other fingers returning to tease at your entrance.

The soft little moan you try and fail to bite back as one finger slides inside of you sends a rush of blood straight to his cock. It twitches and throbs, aching for relief and perhaps if you were anybody else, he might throw caution to the wind and fuck you right then and there, regardless of whether you were ready or not.

But as you shiver, gasping as he curls the thick digit inside of you, he’s reminded that he needs to have patience. You are not worth rushing, and despite the feral beast inside of him that’s snapping and snarling to sink into your heat, he wants to savour this.

You only get one first time, and he’s determined to make yours unforgettable. 

“That’s just one finger,” he tells you, his thumb circling your clit in slow, steady movements. “You’re going to take three before I can fuck you properly, understand?”

He doesn’t want to break you in half, after all.

You still writhe beneath him, shaking and jolting as he teases your shining pearl and coaxes your pussy into accepting another finger, and when he lowers his mouth back to your tits to add to the pleasure building inside of you, a sob bursts free.

“Please- please, Toshi!”

A third finger prods at your entrance-

“Please don’t!”

He almost winces at the sharp hiss of pain that escapes you, but he reassures himself that it will only be for a moment. The stretch and burn will give way to pleasure as he fucks them into you slowly. Your pussy is so warm, so tight, sucking the digits in deeper and when rough fingertips brush against a particular spot on your walls and you cry out, Ushijima allows a small, adoring smile to cross his face.

“Good girl,” he purrs, quickening his pace. 

You’ve always been so beautiful to him, but when you cum for him that first time, face flushed and dewy, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you try not to scream in pleasure, he doesn’t think there’s anything on earth that could possibly compare.

The same could be said about the way you taste, he thinks, greedily sucking your juices off of his fingers. 

“Wakatoshi,” you beg, lying spent across his bed still reeling from the afterglow of your orgasm as he slides your thighs further apart so he can settle between them. He grunts a little as he wraps his hand around his flushed cock and guides it to your sopping entrance, marvelling at the way you shiver and mewl when he nudges it against your oversensitive clit.

Olive eyes find yours, and he cannot resist leaning down to claim your lips once more as he sinks slowly inside of you.

The sound that escapes him is deep and guttural, but the feel of your warm pussy clenching around his throbbing cock is simply heaven, and he almost - almost - loses control.

Forcing his eyes open, he watches your face as you take his cock, feeling every vein and ridge stretch you out, the pained whimpers that slip from behind clenched teeth. He knows that he’s bigger than average, that his girth is impressive and that even with his foreplay you’re still squeezing around him like a vice, but he forces himself to take it slow, to allow you the time to adjust. 

He almost starts when you reach out to grab him, fingers painfully sinking into the muscles of his forearm as you fight off another wave of tears, so he pauses for a beat, peppering your face with more kisses. “You’re doing so well for me, such a good girl.”

When your grip eases, he resumes moving, drawing his hips back and trying not to curse at the friction your slick walls are creating. 

“I love you,” he grunts, “so much.”

And then he rocks his hips forward - steadily, filling you up again, allowing you to get used to his girth. He kisses you, trails rough fingertips gently along your skin, teases you finding all the sensitive spots that make you moan for him.

Gradually, he feels you relax around him.

The obscene sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin is drowned out by your soft whines and pants as Ushijima slowly picks up the pace. He fucks you deeply, but not roughly, taking care not to hurt you anymore than necessary.

It’s slow and sensual - your body can’t help but respond to his ministrations, and when you clench around him, sucking him deeper Ushijima can’t help but groan, feeling the tight coil of heat in his core burn as pleasure ripples through him.

He wants more. Needs it.

Ushijima’s hands wrap around your thighs, easing them back towards your chest so that your ankles fall over his broad shoulders. He kisses at your calf when confusion flickers across your face, but doesn’t offer any explanation as he snaps his hips forward once more. The choked scream that leaves your lips is beautiful, but he can barely focus on that when he finally bottoms out, his balls slapping against your ass as another hoarse groan leaves him. 

He promised himself that he would be gentle with you, but as your velvety walls quiver and convulse around him and your lips fall open in another soundless scream as your second orgasm hits, he’s not entirely sure that he’ll be able to keep that promise.

There’s a tightening in his balls and he can feel the tether he has on his control fraying little by little as you moan for him, your hips rocking up to meet his fervent thrusts. You’re beautiful, perfect, and he’s losing himself to the feeling of being buried inside of you. It’s indescribable, the way your pussy’s fluttering around him, clenching and pulsing, kissing his cock with sweltering heat - it feels like the very edges of his sanity are blurring as he fucks himself deeper inside of you, his cockhead hitting your cervix with every thrust. He wants to cum, wants to fill you up with his thick load again and again and again, wants you so full it’s leaking out of you-

It won’t be enough, it’ll never be enough.

He loves you, and Ushijima won’t ever be satisfied again without the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him, milking him for every drop that he’s worth.

[hopefullystillatheatrestudent]

i'm so excited about you taking asks again ahhhh okay so. if you'd absolutely had to choose. what would be your top 5 cockles moments, and why? thank you ily <3

here’s the thing: there are so many routes i could go down with this, because cockles moments come in all shapes and sizes and formats. these include moments from their panels, their bloopers, the footage we get when they don’t even know they’re being recorded, stories being passed down from photo ops & autographs(one of my personal favorite ways to get cockles, tbh, because they’re all insane), and social media(tweets to each other, instagram posts & comments, etc.). 

SO! since many a list like this has already been made, and i want to stand out from the crowd, what i’m gonna do is definitively give the number one spot to each of these five categories.(i might even throw in honourable mentions because they’re so despicably in love that they warrant that. i really put my whole pussy into this, guys, i hope you’re happy.) 

disclaimer: these are my own personal opinions. but that also means i’m right. so. enjoy. 

number one: top cockles panel moment

so we’re starting off with a bang, because how do you even BEGIN to rank what atrocities jensen and misha commit at jibcon. every single one they’ve had is damning in it’s own right, for different reasons.

however, considering just how much unabashed fuckery they’ve given us to sift through, it’s a good thing i do have a personal favorite despite it all. it’s heartwarming, the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen, AND it’s jarringly cinematic - mainly because it has a whole ass arc to it that was years in the making. it might even be surprising to some people, but my favorite cockles panel moment, and what i consider the one that encompasses their entire gut-wrenching journey from 2008-2013 in the most sweepingly romantic gesture possible, is this one.

i want this burned into my retinas. i am not even joking. when i'm through with my explanation, let me convince you why this is thee most romantic cockles moment of all time.

first, some history: people call this the resume off, but many seem to forget the botched attempt at a resume off a year prior. and yes, you guessed it: it's during their break up. it's a juicy time period for a reason, guys. it came across as exceedingly one-sided and VERY awkward. let me refresh your memory as to just how bad it was, and just how hard jensen was trying and ultimately failing at winning misha over: the funniest part of the whole resume off in 2013??? every joke/bit had literally already been made/done. they were just going through the motions again, but the difference THIS time...is that misha reciprocated jensen's energy. it. is. fascinating. i want to get into it more detail in another post, and i'll link it here when i'm done, but the main takeaway, i think, and the main difference that showcases how much they've grown in a year, is that in jib 3, misha flat out refused to do an accent, and this time around, he indulges jensen for literal minutes. when i tell you they're crazy, they're crazy. i can't wait to actually dive into it later.

ANYWAY, the resume off culminates in this moment here. and, like, a million things happen in this gifset. actually, more like a million and one. the music starts playingneediremindyouthatthesongissingingintherain(h e l p), misha starts dancing, jensen 'perpetually fake grumpy' ackles lets misha think he's not going to join, misha sits down defeated, but no!!! that was jensen's plan all along(look at his stupid fucking smirk) and he offers his arm to his dance partner who immediately grins like a fool, jensen then leads misha into their kick step, they perfectly synchronise and let loose, and are then very clearly having the time of their lives, hanging off of each other with joy and ease. from their expressions alone i can tell that this moment is so. so. so. so! much more than what initially meets the eye. i mean-misha is fighting back the biggest smile i've ever seen. to me, it reads like jensen is offering something to misha, something that misha kind of gave up on expecting, and him offering his arm like that is like, a surprise to him in the best possible way(and it's so not platonic, let me just say that.) as soon as jensen did that, it ushered in a new era of cockles. this panel is jensen and misha's favourite for a reason, and i think this moment is the biggest clue as to why.

whew!!! ok. that took a lot out of me and that was only point one. moving on,

number two: top cockles blooper moment

cockles bloopers hold an extremely special place in my heart, because it shows just how fucking disastrous jensen and misha are. they are so goddamn infatuated with each other that they HOLD UP PRODUCTION ALL THE TIME TO FLIRT WITH EACH OTHER(???). let me repeat. let it sink in. jensen ackles; arguably one of the most professional actors on that show who puts everything he has into each scene, with mountains and mountains of notes to prove it: would rather hold up production to flirt with misha collins. this sounds fake. it's not. he does it. all. the. time. and here's the thing guys!!! i'm gonna let you in on a secret!!! misha loves it. he loveesssss it. on top of that-misha collins: overlooked because he's pranked and people assume he's unprofessional as well, but his only pranks are in retaliation/off-set, and he rarely if EVER causes problems if he can help it....lets himself get carried away when it comes to jensen making kissy faces at him!!! are you actually kidding me!!! i mean. misha. it's just a face. you've seen it a million times. i don't buy that it triggers something in you that strongly....you like it, and you like jensen's reaction. you can't fool me!!! lisa berry's face in that one gifset shows just how fed up the crew is with their gross, coupley boyfriend antics.

i could pull up so many examples. sooooooo many. but my favourite was sealed since the moment i saw it.

i actually already wrote an analysis on it but i can't find it :(((( which SUCKS because i really unpacked the whole thing. i'll try to summarise.

basically, a backstory is part of this too!!! jensen and misha both had a really really hard time with this scene(because it's explicitly romantic there i said it), they sat down for hours and poured over their scripts together, they were super super nervous going into filming, both of them, jensen especially, were super hard on themselves for their performances not being true to their characters but they both complimented the other's work(boyfriend moments fr). so, yeah. they weren't confident going into shooting. and how do they get themselves to feel better???? by cuddling each other, apparently.

a lot. a LOT. happens in this specific blooper. to the point that i saw it years before i knew about cockles and it raised all sorts of flags for me.

1) stop pulling my face towards your crotch(as a thinly veiled request that misha would, in fact, move jensen's face towards his crotch, considering it was jensen moving himself there in the first place. also, why so comfy down there guys???) 2) you're my baby daddy i know(in the most intimate voice i've ever heard please) 3) i know, i know, i love you too i didn't say i love you i know but you wanted to say it etc. misha's right, of course. that's what jensen meant.

it just reeks of comfort, familiarity and intimacy between the two, and it's a moment that is extremely sweet and silly at the same time. they're so <3

number three: top cockles found footage moment

WONDERFUL category. truly the culmination of the cockles experience. many people have said that shipping cockles doesn't work because 'they're just onstage you dummies!! they're playing it up for the audience!!!' here's the thing, love. i could not disagree with you more. once you climb your way up the cockles ladder, you soon learn that they are, in fact, playing their dynamic DOWN, not up. they really are just Like That™, and they could not care less about the paying audience, if we're being honest, considering how much time they take to giggle with each other and refuse to let the audience in on the joke. and i love them for it <3

anyway, my point is that this category is for all you naysayers out there, all you 'jensen and misha's relationship is just for show and is real life queerbaiting'(?????lordhelp???) oh yeah? ok, explain this.

he. he. he calls jensen sweetheart. literally enough said. there's nothing to really add here, except, misha and jared then immediately engage in damage control. jared's method is distraction and misha's is retconning('get out of the car, dude') this was what got me to buy into the cockles dumpster for GOOD good. you don't call your buddy sweetheart accidentally and sound so completely earnest while doing it! especially not when that buddy is jensen ackles!!! you think he would let any of his friends call him that? do you?

one more thing; if it was a slip of the tongue, little mouth thing or whatever, you think jared wouldn't have jumped on it immediately??? i can hear it now. 'did you just call him SWEETHEART???' yeah. that's what i thought. you know why he didn't? because it was too revealing.

number four: top cockles autograph moment

i mean, i think we all know what it's gonna be, and if you don't, well, do i have the piece de cockles resistance that is gonna send you over the edge.

if you haven't heard of this story by now, as a cockles, truther, i'm gonna go ahead and get you to read it, because there is no possible heterosexual explanation for any of it, and you're fooling yourself if you think otherwise.

spoiler alert: it's the story where phones weren't allowed in an auto session, jensen nuzzles himself in misha's hair, leans his full body weight onto him, holds his hand, etc. etc. i'm imploding just repeating this back, actually. also, just, the sheer amount of stories from photo ops where they tackle hug each other or slap each other's asses or sing romantic songs to each other or almost kiss is, frankly, a lot. if i could wish for anything, it would be to witness them in person.

and finally,

number five: top cockles social media moment

this one is super difficult, because there's obviously a lot to choose from. but you know what? full send, i'm going with this one:

i just. what to say about this. how often do misha and jensen watch sunsets together for it to qualify as ‘always’ ??? why are sunsets synonymous with their relationship??? that’s like??? a very romantic thing????? ‘this guy’??? the fact that it’s a CANDID??? i don’t know guys.

that could have been better but i am TIRED so. there you go rose ily