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⚣ Dick Grayson: NSFW Alphabet 🔵

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Caring and attentive. In other words, clingy as hell.

It’s amazing how someone who was just fucking you like an absolute slut could turn into the world’s most innocent and soft boy in existence. When you think about it, it’s actually a little bit disturbing as well.

But, I digress. Dick will absolutely pick you up and carry you into the shower or whatever you desire. He’s also perfectly fine with lying in the mess. He doesn’t care as long as he gets to cuddle you right after.

He will have an overwhelming smug attitude though, especially if the sex was preceded by an argument, disagreement, or the acrobat just wanted to teach you a lesson. He can be a little shit when he wants to be.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I feel like we all know the answer to this one.

Dick’s butt is praised so much, that you already know he puts extra time and care into making sure it stays nice, right, and tight. He not so secretly loves when you play with it as well, whether it’s a light slap or pressing up against him even though he’s always the top. Notable mentions: His chest, abs, and thighs.

If you assumed his favorite body part on you was your ass, you’d guess right. Congratulations! You win nothing except a hard and playful smack on said ass from the acrobat. You’re welcome! Honorable mentions: Your waist, thighs, and chest. His weakness is any kind of jiggle and he is not ashamed or afraid of getting caught staring.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He may not play basketball but he’s a shooter (kill me). He can pretty much cover you anywhere or reach your furthest depths inside (careful if it’s M-Preg or he’ll definitely be the father).

He’s equal with where he likes to cum. He likes to sum on your face, chest, and body just as much as he loves to shoot down your throat and inside your hole. And the filthy little acrobat will definitely lick your cum off his hand after stroking you to your own finish. Let’s be clear now, this man has no shame.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dick’s got a body count. Not as high as Bruce’s maybe but it’s up there. He can play innocent all he wants, but that man can and will get down when he’s feeling it.

Which, speaking of, he has definitely used Nightwing to land him some ass. No, I will not be taking questions.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Again, he doesn’t exactly have the title of a playboy like his adoptive father, but Dick’s been around the block. So he definitely knows a thing or two when it comes to the down and dirty.

Even if you are experienced yourself, I can guarantee Dick knows some tricks you don’t know which will have you, well…let’s save that for the bedroom, shall we?

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Face down, ass up, and no that was not a suggestion. Dick absolutely favors any position where your ass is bouncing in his face. Doggy, reverse cowgirl, spooning, standing behind, anything.

He also loves a good 69 moment and enjoys the missionary positions where he can really put in some power while inside you. You on the bed and him standing, countertop, or a stand-carry.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If you know Dick’s personality, while the boy can be an absolute menace in the bedroom, he’s still a goofball at heart. Also, known for his witty banter, you can expect some wild stuff to come out that man’s mouth while he’s cumming to yours (tee hee).

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dick is definitely well-groomed. He used to be a performer so he always took extreme care of his appearance. Keeps himself shaven and clean-cut, which definitely makes him appear bigger, as well as keeping those areas down there fresh and ready for any kind of play.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Dick is a romantic at heart. As much as he can be a little dominant shit in the bedroom, he’s always down for some soft love and intimate moments.

Candles, roses, food, massages with kisses down your body, maybe a little romantic dance before you get sweaty. You name it, Dick’s already thought of it and is thinking of more. Just as much as he wants to please you sexually, intimacy and romance never is off the table.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Dick is probably the most sexually active just behind Bruce, so you can definitely imagine that boy is no stranger to an evening alone with just him and his hand. Just as much as he knows how to please others, he knows how to please himself.

He knows when he’s in the mood to drag it out and edge himself while imagining or watching some slow, soft dirty dancing, and he knows when he’s frustrated and just needs to rub one out to get the edge off a little bit. Again, you won’t find many things in that realm that Dick has not either already tried or even just learned about.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Role-Playing: Once again, I bring up the fact that Dick is a retired performer. You know he’s one for the dramatics and theatrics, especially when it comes to sex. Whether it’s Nightwing coming to the rescue of some helpless dude, or instead that same person being abducted and forced to serve Nightwing to earn his freedom, nothing is off the table. And yes, as I just implied, that included CNC (Consensual-Non-Consensual). He’d never push you too far (unless variable circumstances apply), but he’s down to play any role. He’s the cop and you’re the guilty criminal he’s just arrested. You’re his student and desperately need a passing grade to graduate.

BDSM: He’s not too much into the lifestyle, but he definitely dabbles. He likes certain aspects of it, specifically the bondage, Dom/Sub roles, and getting to inflict punishments (his favorite being spanking cause it means he gets to play with your ass more). This also helps a lot with this abducted, helpless victim role-play when he gets to pull out the cuffs, rope, blindfolds, gags, and whatever else he’s got lying around. And he’s not opposed to the roles being reversed.

Dirty Talk: The guy is all about using his words remember. Self-explanatory.

Public Play (Exhibitionism): Dick’s not a sex addict, but he might as well be one with the way that man will drop his pants without a second thought, no matter where he is. Of course, he’s not just going to outright start doing it in front of others, but the thrill of pulling you into a dark corner, alleyway, restroom and the risk of you getting caught will always get him excited. Double points if you actually do get caught, because again, this man has no shame.

Honorable Mentions: Edge Play (choking/breath play), Impact Play (sub of BDSM, spanking, paddling, etc), Wrestling, Daddy kink, Mirror Sex, etc.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

As we just went over, public places really get Dick going. Especially if he’s out as Nightwing and wants to pull you into a random alley or bring you to some high-up rooftop, he will happily christen a surface that is not within the confines of his own house or private dwelling, and he won’t feel bad about it.

Other specific places?

The shower, any counter or table surface, the Batmobile, his motorbike, literally anywhere in his apartment, etc.

He really has no reservations about where he does it, as long as he can get up in you, he’s content.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

#1 – He’s a horny bastard: Again, he’s not a sex addict, but he sure has the sex drive of one. It doesn’t take much to get him turned on. A casual, suggestive sentence, the way your shorts are really highlighting your work in the gym, how you're sucking on the straw while sipping your drink, or even when you’re just standing or sitting doing nothing, that man will get hard and he will pounce on you.

#2 – Domestic Actions/Life: This is something I forgot to mention with Jason so I’ll mention it here because I’m definitely head-canoning that they both share this in common. Any kind of domestic act. You cook him dinner when he comes home or pack his lunch before he heads out for the day. Helping clean up his house or doing his laundry and folding his clothes. Running him a bath, washing his hair, giving him a massage after a hard day or night. Waiting up for him in bed after patrol and patting the space once he changes out of his uniform, laying down and letting him vent about anything on his mind while you rub his body or head. All of it and more will definitely have him up and ready for fun.

#3 – Jealousy: Now, you may think I mean when someone flirts with you and he gets all macho and protective, rah rah rah. Nope, not at all (unless we’re talking Alpha Dick in Omegaverse. Then, that’s different because, by the rule, it’s a part of his biology to be). Dick is actually quite casual and will find it humorous when someone tries to even think about flirting with you in hopes of stealing you away from him. He knows his worth, and even more, he knows how good his dick is. He’s not worried. But, when it’s the opposite, and someone flirts with him because again, this man is literally one of the most attractive beings probably in the entire world, he absolutely will be turned on at the sight of you staking your claim on him, chasing off any hag dared flirt with him in front of you.

Honorable Mentions: Arguing/Make-Up Sex, Clothing, exercising, any kind of physical touch.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Nothing that could involve serious injury or blood. Also, nothing even remotely unsanitary. I mean scat/throw-up/piss.

Also, he may be into very public displays of affection but do not get it twisted one bit. Dick is not into any type of sharing. He’s a sweetie at heart, but don’t piss him off with that ridiculous idea.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Dick is the goat of throat. Yeah, I said it…what you gon do? Beat my ass or something?

Just kidding, but no seriously, this man has a reputation known among his sexual partners for the danger to society that is his mouth, and not when it’s giving off a witty/sarcastic remark. He’s been known to drive some people to the brink of insanity, metaphorically speaking of course. But, then again, you never know with these people.

He loves to receive head and loves to give it even more. Especially when he gets to play with your balls and deny your orgasm every time you reach the edge, the little bastard. Same can be said if he’s munching on that hole too, which he eagerly does cause the sight of it puckering and winking at him sends all the little happy flutters to his own groin.

Now, if we’re talking again about receiving, and you think you’re gonna have him putty in your hand like he does with you, think again. This man is the definition of a seasoned veteran. There’s only been one known time he’s ever gotten overwhelmed and came from just head, and that was when he was a teenager. If you’re hoping to do that now, you’d better have expert-level skills, cause he will test you. Facefucking, choking and gagging, and whatever else that comes to mind.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the mood.

High off adrenaline after an intense patrol or fight? Congratulations, you’re about to be his next victim. You got jealous and cussed out someone for trying to flirt with him? Prepare to learn a whole new meaning of getting rough sex. Wore some 3 in shorts to the gym AND did a leg day? Gon head and bend that ass over, you’re about to experience why he’s called ‘Dick’ rather than ‘Rich’ or something else for a nickname. Please cancel any plans you have for that evening or the next day cause you may not be able to walk, stand, or even move for that manner.

On the opposite side, did you take his Nightwing suit and hand wash it, making it look like the day he first put it on? Sweet lord, you’re a treasure and he’s about to show you why. It’s your anniversary and you got him one of the most beautiful and sentimental gifts? You and your body are about to be treated like an award that he is the sole recipient of. You cussed out Bruce after he did something stupid and reckless again involving Dick or one of the others? Not only is Jason blessing the ground you walk on, Dick’s about to drop down on one knee and propose, and then proceed to treat your body like a slut in the most romantic and sensual way you could ever imagine. As a precaution, still, go ahead and cancel any future plans just in case.

Dick truly has no preference other than whatever he’s feeling at the moment. Long, deep strokes, or quick, fast juts? Whatever gets the job done and reminds you there’s nobody better than him is good in his book.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Dick loves quickies. As chaotic and busy as his life is, he practically lives off them and craves them.

Again, this man should have his headshot in the dictionary next to ‘horny’ or promiscuous. Cause if it was up to him? He’d be screwing you once every 2 hours at least. Whether it’s a quick handjob he’s giving you, or he’s got both your pants down while rapidly fucking into you cause he’s only got five minutes before he has to get back, he’s doing it.

The man thinks they should be protected and enshrined into law. That’s how much he loves them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’ll try anything and everything under the sun and moon as long as it’s not one of his already-mentioned no-no’s. If it adds excitement to the routine, why not? You never know with that man.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Very adamant stamina. His plentiful experiences have shaped it, and his physical training and endurance have added to it.

That man can do multiple rounds in a night, ranging anywhere from 3-5, and maybe even more if just that kind of night. He also knows his body, and can/will do what he needs to do to drag one round out for as long as he can until not only is he satisfied himself, but he feels he’s adequately satisfied you. And to be clear, you have absolutely no say on whether he feels like he’s satisfied you or not.

So please, get used to the idea of being overstimulated and crying at the 3rd or 4th orgasm he gives you before he’s even had one. It’ll save you a lot of frustration (not really but you get what I mean).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Dick, who again, will and has tried everything under the moon and sun. Of course, he has toys. What do you think this is? A playground? Please…

And trust, he’s going to get more. He’s probably signed up on a loyalty program with a sex store or website, and best believe he’s got diamond status.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A prayer for the innocent soul who unknowingly awakens the playful, petty, and vindictive part of Dick Grayson’s personality, especially when it comes to sex. May god, the universe, karma, whatever else have mercy on your soul and may the odds ever be in your favor.

There’s a reason I call Dick Grayson a little shit, bastard, fucker, and other various names because that is literally what he is, and I love him the more for it. He doesn’t get angry, upset, or even mad (unless it’s something serious). No, he gets petty, and that turns into him being the most teasing piece of shit in the bedroom, especially if you’ve challenged him in some kind of way.

Orgasm denial, forcing you to be quiet and stay still, sensory overload, multiple orgasms, and overstimulation; all this and he hasn’t even put his tongue on you yet, let alone his dick anywhere near you. That man is vindictive and will play on it until his heart’s content. Please, tread carefully when choosing whether or not you want to fuck with this man, especially if he’s in a mood.

Matter of fact, just run. Actually, don’t do that either. He likes the chase. FUCK! You’re screwed no matter what (metaphorically AND literally).

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Dick gets loud. And he wants you to get equally as loud with him.

He’s not afraid to let out the sluttiest sounds, from soft and quiet moans to loud and debauched shouts from the top of his lungs. He can be quiet if need be, but he’d rather not. He enjoys the idea of people knowing he’s getting lucky and, even more, the idea of people knowing you’re getting lucky from him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

That man has an obsession with doing it in his Nightwing suit. You think he picked that style and aesthetic for something as useless as flexibility, quick movement, and durability? Absolutely not. 

Dick absolutely knew what he was doing when he had his suit designed. He wanted to look like a slut and nothing more, and that's okay! I mean, come on, you think his ass looking that good in his uniform was a coincidence? A mistake? How innocent and naive of you.

Everyone should have known Dick’s true intentions when they saw how sinfully deep the cut was in his first suit that we all know and love as Discowing. That man fully intended for his suit to be something he could fuck up and fuck dudes in while looking hot. It was non-negotiable.

Look at him.

Like, I'm sorry, but what the hell do you mean I’m not supposed to be turned on and have my legs divorcing like a whore who's being prosecuted in a court of law due to adulterous behavior with this standing in front of me? Are you unwell?!?!?

Yeah, respectfully no. I will forever headcanon that Dick Grayson knew exactly what he was doing when he had his suits designed, and it was the complete opposite of what everyone was saying.

“Dick is quick and agile."

"He’s lightweight on his feet."

"He needs a suit that will support and accentuate his acrobatic skills.”

Absolutely not. That man is (respectfully in an empowering context) a slut, on the inside and out, and he wanted a suit that would best show it to the world. I will not be gaslit into believing otherwise.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

What Dick lacks in girth, he makes up for in length and skill. He’s definitely not thin, but he's a little under-average when it comes to thickness. Somewhere between 6-7 inches.

More than likely cut, and has a voluptuous head that’s perfect for sucking on and teasing.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

We’ve discussed this in great length, multiple times. It’s self-explanatory at this point. The man is basically the human equivalent of a rabbit or bunny.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Dick can stay up long after the round has been up, especially if he’s in a mood where he wants to talk. Ironically, after fucking like some wild animals with the most questionable mindsets and morals, he loves to shoot the shit and have pillow talk after.

I don’t know how many times I have to say it, but Dick is basically a chatterbox and will ask you about your day, what you had for lunch, who pissed you off at work, and more while still buried inside of your ass with your dick pressed between both your stomachs. He’s also content with turning on the TV or whatever screen is available and watching a movie or something until you both fall asleep. Mind you, he’s probably still inside you and is going to try his best to stay inside even if he’s gone soft and keeps slipping out.

☀️ | Dick Grayson/Nightwing | ☀️

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[mingtinysworld]

Just one more

Pairing: choi jongho x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: Jongho doesn’t like it when you don’t listen to him. What he doesn’t like even more is when you play with yourself while he’s not there to enjoy it.

Warnings: MDNI, dom Jongho, sub reader, masturbation (f/m), reader watches porn, belt used as handcuffs, use of ‘slut’, pet names (princess, darling, baby), oral (f receiving), fingering, orgasm denial

A/n: I hope you liked this! Lowkey, the Jongho brainrot has been going crazy lately. Constantly thinking about him. Anyways. If you enjoyed please like, comment or reblog. ily - jules

You’ve been feeling restless all day. Jongho had promised to come home early so you could spend some time together. Lately, he’s been so busy that he’s constantly at the office, only coming home to sleep for a few hours.

You try your best to be understanding, knowing how uptight and rigid his boss can be. You also can’t help but feel a little sad, perhaps a bit neglected. You know Jongho loves you, but you want the attention you so greatly long for.

You take another look at the clock and see that it’s almost midnight. You sigh and throw yourself backwards on the bed, stretching in a starfish pose. The longer you stare at the ceiling, the more worked up you become. Sleep completely escapes you and all you can think about is Jongho.

Jongho and his massive cock.

How it stretches you. It always feels as if he’s going to split you in half and you can’t even complain. You love it and you know you wouldn’t have it any other way. The thoughts of Jongho floating in your mind make your body prickle with heat. Your hand trails down to your tiny sleep shorts unconsciously, bunching the fabric in a way that drags against your clit. You let out a feeble cry, reveling in the long awaited touch.

You let out a soft curse as a single finger enters you. Your hips lift up to meet the stimulation and you try to chase your high. After a few moments of scissoring yourself open you add a second finger, groaning at the insufficient stretch. You need more. You need Jongho. You won’t get him for a while though so you settle on the next best thing.

You grab your phone off the nightstand and scroll through to a page that feels illegal. You know you shouldn’t, you should wait for Jongho to get home. But you’re so desperate, so eager for something extra to get you off. You file the guilt away and get comfortable once more.

You focus on the figures moving on your screen, trying your best to imagine it’s Jongho and you. Your breathing gets heavier by the minute and you feel like you’re about to explode. You move your fingers at a rapid pace and you feel so desperate to come that you can’t even think of anything else.

You can’t help but let out strained whines as you buck your hips. You feel a knot forming in your stomach and you’re eager to let go. You choke out a moan and come with a force so strong that it makes your vision blurry. You drop your phone on your stomach, the dirty video still playing. You throw your head back and exhale at the overwhelming yet euphoric feeling.

As you’re coming down from your high, you don’t notice Jongho slinking in through the door. He walks with quiet steps, observing your naked form. He watches your heaving chest and he can immediately feel the tightening of his pants. However, as ravishing as you look, he can’t have you acting out like this.

He takes note of the video on your phone, and clicks his tongue in disapproval. At the noise, your eyes fly open. You panic at the presence of Jongho and scramble to turn your phone off and to cover yourself as best you can.

“You really couldn’t wait for me princess? Just had to watch strangers fuck to feel something?” His face doesn’t betray his feelings. He stares at you with an intensity that makes you freeze. “Answer me.”

“I-I no, no Jongho, I just ha-had to…I’m sorry.” You avert your gaze and stare at the edge of the bed. “I know I should’ve waited for you.”

He grunts at that. “Damn right you should’ve.” He turns to the closet, losing his shirt as he goes. You follow his movements with a wide stare, not sure what to anticipate. He neatly hangs his crisp polo shirt, ensuring no wrinkles will appear. Your breath hitches once he turns around.

You gape at his well built chest. You see it every day, but it still takes you by surprise every time. You so badly want to run your hands across his torso, but choose to stay still.

“On the floor princess.” He patiently stands there as you scramble off the bed, obeying him straight away. You tuck your knees under you and lean against the side of the bed. You gulp dramatically as you look up at Jongho towering over you. He looks down at you as if you’re a mere speck of dust, so tiny and insignificant.

After one approving nod at you, he undoes his belt. The clanking of the metal sends a jolt through you, making your heart beat rapidly. He takes his time, maintaining the concentrated eye contact. You feel your mouth go dry, and you excite yourself at the idea of him finally in your mouth.

Once his belt is off he crouches down to be on your level. “Now princess, I’m gonna have to be a little mean.” He doesn’t look at you as he wraps the leather around your wrists. “I didn’t want to be mean, but you’re not leaving me with many options.”

He tugs at the makeshift cuffs, ensuring that it’s not too tight. “I need you to be good for me alright?”

You give a simple nod which seems to please him. After checking the tightness of your restraint, he stands up with a grunt. He’s wearing a passive expression, as if he’s unaffected by everything that’s happening. And maybe he is. You never quite know what to expect from Jongho.

He reaches into his trousers, pulling out his aching hard cock. You can already feel your mouth watering at the sight. Staring at the engorged tip, you’re overcome with the desire to take him into your mouth right away. However, you resist, even though it feels like torture.

He doesn’t take off his bottoms, only sliding it down a few inches to give him enough space to move. You can’t help but feel immensely aroused by the scene unfolding before you. Jongho, his chest exposed to the warm lighting. Jongho, with his beautiful and tempting cock right in your face.

“One rule baby, eyes on me only,” he says in a calm manner. “Don’t look away.”

You feel your throat constrict from your pulse speeding up, and all you can manage is a weak nod. He rolls his eyes at your lack of words.

“That’s fine, you don’t have to talk. One less slutty hole to take care of.”

Jongho slides a careful hand down his length, resulting in a light hiss from him. It seems as if he’s been worked up for a while, needing to take the edge off. You can sympathize with that, however your current position is allowing you no thoughts other than the creamy precum dripping off him.

You remember his words, and shift your eyes to meet his own. Jongho looks at you with a deep hunger, simmering within his belly. He bites his lip as he goes faster, his hand now making loud squelching noises as he gets closer to his release. You so badly want to look down, but his serious gaze makes you think twice.

“It’s hard to control yourself right?” He says breathlessly. “Well you’ll have to learn how to darling.”

In a moment of stupid bravery, you ask a question. “Can I please touch myself?”

He grabs ahold of your jaw with a tight grip, making your cheeks squish together in a way that he would find cute in any other scenario.

“Have you learned nothing?” He hisses out.

You should’ve known better.

You keep your silence and continue to hold the eye contact after your rejection. He pumps himself steadily, only letting out soft grunts for your ears to hear. Your head feels light, like you’re floating in the clouds. Your vision goes hazy the longer you take in what’s happening right before you.

“Please J-Jongho.” A timid voice escapes you.

“Please what princess? Do you think you deserve anything right now?” His strict tone makes you whimper, going deeper into that foggy state of mind.

After a couple more purposeful strokes Jongho comes undone. He paints your face with his release, spurts of white landing all over your cheeks. Some drop onto your lower lip and you’re eager to dart your tongue out to taste him. You feel filthy, and yet you still want more.

“Get up.” Jongho orders.

You scramble to get to your feet, aching for stimulation. You hope that Jongho will go easier on you now that he’s had a release, but you know that’s only wishful thinking. You settle against the headboard, hands still tied together in front of you. You’re itching to hold on to any part of Jongho, needing to feel his skin on yours.

“Spread your legs baby.” He instructs.

You spread your legs within a quick second which earns you an amused smirk from Jongho.

“How did I get so lucky with such a desperate slut?” He asks, however not expecting an answer.

As Jongho climbs on the bed, you can feel your heart racing. You try to control your breathing as if that will make any difference in hiding your want. The apparent wet mess that is your pussy is truly a sight to behold.

Jongho’s gaze is locked in. He stares at your center like he’s a predator, and you feel a shiver go through you. You can’t help but let out a slight whine.

“Shh baby, I’ll take care of you.” Jongho says sweetly, but you know better than to let yourself be fooled.

In a split second he’s on you. His face is buried in your cunt, making you yelp in surprise. His tongue darts out in swift movements, breaching your hole slightly.

The feel of his mouth on you makes you feel as if you’re floating. You can’t help but whimper, feeling overwhelmed in the best way possible.

“J-Jongho oh my god nngh please fuck.”

You just ramble without a single coherent thought in your brain. That’s what Jongho tends to do to you. He pushes you into that headspace where everything is fuzzy and pleasurable.

“Good girl, taking it so good.” His raspy voice vibrates against you and you mewl at that. He attaches his plump lips to your clit, sending shockwaves through you. You wish you could tangle your hand in his hair, holding him impossibly closer to you.

“Fuck Jongho! Baby I,” you can’t even finish a complete sentence. The only thing you can do is lay there and take it.

His tongue moves around in ways that shouldn’t be humanly possible, but then again, Jongho doesn’t even seem human sometimes. He hums in pleasure, lost in the feel of your plush pussy.

Your hips buck up against him, sending a clear message of needing more. He suckles on your sensitive bud with a renewed fervor, and even adds in a single finger to your hole. You moan unabashedly, not caring for much anymore.

“Almost t-there…” You let Jongho know.

As the bubble feels ready to burst, it goes away in a flash.

You let out a sob you weren’t aware of holding in. Jongho comes up for air with a look of smug satisfaction, staring you down with a challenge in his eyes.

“Sorry princess.” He says with zero remorse.

You open your mouth to say something bitchy but Jongho silences you immediately.

His mouth is back on you, this time with the addition of three fingers inside. His fingers feel so thick and perfect, filling you up snug. He works his tongue even faster, going in rapid and frequent circles. You’re sure the sheets are ruined by now, but you choose to ignore it.

“Taste so good princess, I might just pass out in your pussy.” His lewd words make your face heat up in embarrassment. You tilt your head up to the ceiling, blinking rapidly as if holding tears back.

Jongho slips his hand under your hips, moving you even closer to him. The movement causes you to gasp and uselessly flop your bound wrists around.

He speeds up his fingers, adding a squelching sound. All you can hear are the wet sounds of your sopping cunt and your loud panting.

As soon as your stomach tightens up once more, Jongho takes it all away. This time your tears actually fall. He takes a second to coo at your red, upset face. He cups your cheek tenderly, wiping away the hot tear streaking down.

“I know, I know. You’re doing so well baby, I’m so proud of you.” He takes another second to just look at you. “You can come this time.”

He goes down on you a third time, this time with an addition of a promise. You try to relax, knowing you’ll be able to come finally.

“God I love this pussy. All mine to take.” He all but growls, making you moan loudly.

“I love- to make you happy, just ah fuck just make me come please.” You squint your eyes shut, everything feeling so overstimulating.

You dig your nails into your palms, leaving red prints behind. Jongho is moving his whole wrist so quickly that it jostles you from your position. You feel your whole body moving along with his movements, creating a chorus of whines and whimpers.

You clench around him, making him groan in bliss. He uses his thumb to circle around your bud rapidly, making the coil tighten in your belly. Whenever you feel ready to explode, your release is granted.

You come with an almost scream, a feral sound you couldn’t describe even if you tried. As you come down from your high Jongho caresses your legs.

“Good job, there you go. Did so well for me.” His voice soothes you, sending a tingle down your spine.

As you open up your mouth to speak you wince slightly. Your lips are so chapped that it’s almost painful. You somehow croak out words.

“Lips. Dry.”

Jongho gives you a sympathetic pout and starts to move. You think he’s about to go get water but then you feel an intrusion into your very sensitive core. You tense up as he moves his fingers around. He makes a scooping motion and takes them out carefully.

Before you can resist he’s already put your own cum on your lips, smearing it around like lip balm.

“There, is that better?”

You stare at him incredulously, wondering which realm of hell he appeared from. You smack your lips together, tasting yourself.

Giving him a tired smile you speak. “Much better.”

[chaos-is-beautifvl]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lip gallagher x implied fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’re not sure why you feel the way you do but everything is just so overwhelming. what better way to relieve stress than by going to bug your favorite cocky bastard? || preview here

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: fluff, tiny bit of anxiety, light smut, soft!lip, reader is referred to as ‘girlfriend (once), princess, and baby’, no use of y/n

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k (2203)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌: a reupload because the first didn’t post properly for some reason i have an idea or two for our fav southside boy in the works, but in the meantime, feel very free to send me a request or just shoot me an ask with lip brainrot. i welcome all here.

also! i made a ko-fi, link here! totally not required but greatly appreciated if you want to support!

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You’re tired, unbelievably so. You can’t fathom being in this class for another minute. When you slowly direct your gaze to the clock on the wall, you thank whatever higher power is at work that you only have a few minutes before the class ends.

The professor can barely bid his farewells before you’re out the door. You don’t remember ever moving so fast, but you can’t wait to be in the comfort and safety of your room. 

Walking to your destination, you notice how heavy your body feels. It seems like you’re carrying double your weight as you drag yourself. The only thing getting you through is knowing that soon enough, you’ll be able to toss your books aside and rid yourself of the clothes that feel far too tight and warm and- 

You groan, suddenly feeling oh so overwhelmed. Once you reach your shared campus apartment, you can’t help sighing in relief. The tension almost dissipates as you rummage through your bag for your key, letting yourself in. What greets you, however, is nothing short of comforting. Your roommate is currently on the couch, looking like they’re about two kisses away from having sex.

Your annoyed sigh catches their attention, and they separate from their partner long enough to send you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I thought I texted.” The person underneath whispers something in their ear. You barely hide your disgust when your roommate giggles. “We’ll be quiet.”

You must look skeptical - as you should, taking into consideration the many times when they have, in fact, not been quiet - because your roommate lifts their pinky, “Promise.”

You ignore how they barely wait for you to take your leave before starting back again. Your only focus is quickly entering your room and stripping yourself of those ultra-suffocating clothes. You let out a breath of air, inhaling and exhaling and exhaling and inhaling. 

Burying yourself in your blankets, you lay your head on your pillows and feel yourself start to drift off. The day’s stress fades as you close your eyes, welcoming sleep.

And you do just that until a loud thump wakes you from your daze. You go on high alert, thinking something is awry. Only when you hear moaning do you pinpoint the disruption.

That fucking liar, you silently seethe, attempting to block the increasingly loud moans from reaching your ears. Of course, they weren’t going to be quiet. It was like they had no sense of privacy or respect, for that matter.

Based on previous experience, you knew that sleep stood no chance against the literal bumping and grinding of your roommate and their partner right outside your room. With a frustrated sigh, you pull yourself out of bed, slipping on a hoodie and sweatpants. At least these clothes don’t feel so suffocating.

You move around your room in the dark to find your shoes. You weren’t sure where you’d kicked them when you came home, hazardously tossing your clothes off so you could dive into bed. You think about turning the light on, but considering the headache begging for stimulus, you decide against it.

You finally come across a pair of shoes - well, correction: slippers. Better than nothing, you think as you slide your feet inside. You bring your hood down over your head, practically shielding your face before leaving your room. 

The sounds are even louder as you walk past the couch, and you mentally note to rearrange the living room the next time you don’t feel like shit.

You practically stomp over to the door, not even caring to be quiet. If your roommate doesn’t give a flying fuck, neither do you. They pause long enough for your roommate to apologize with what you know is another sheepish smile.

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes as you open the door, “fuck both of you.”

You close the door behind you and almost laugh when you remember they were doing just that. You’re not sure which is worse: staying in the apartment with your roommate being extremely loud or having nowhere to go. You think about it for a second when you realize that both are equally as bad.

You’re about to start stressing again when you think of something, someone else. As you meander through the apartment hallways, grimacing at every loud noise you encounter, you flip out your phone and text the one person you know won’t disrespect your privacy like your roommate.

hey, can i come over?

The elevator dings, and you pocket your phone, boarding the chute. You grimace at the bright lights and the loud chattering of the two people in the corner. While you realize they don’t mean to be so obnoxious, you sigh heavily, waiting to reach your desired floor. 

Just when you think you’ll combust if you hear one more hyena-like laugh, the elevator dings again, and when you sigh this time, it’s in relief.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you check it as you step off, beginning your walk down the hall.

aww, u missed me, didn’t u?

Your eyes roll as a smile tugs at your lips. You’re about to respond when another text comes through.

come on over since u just can’t live without me

The cocky bastard, you muse, not bothering to text back when you approach the door you’ve been desperately waiting to see. You go to knock when the door opens, and you perk up a bit, only to frown when you notice it’s not the person you came to bother.

Tyler, you think that’s his name, grins at you and opens the door wider for you to step inside. “Hey, Lip, your girlfriend’s here.” 

Lip emerges and greets you with a sly smirk. “That was quick. Bet you were racing to get here.”

Upon seeing your favorite cocky asshole, you feel your stress relieving. With a scoff and roll of your eyes, you deny the accusation. “One, I wasn’t racing. And two, I think we both know who can’t live without who here, and just a hint: it’s not me.”

Lip bites back a laugh, dipping his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants as he brings you closer. His lips are pressed against yours before you even register him leaning in. When you do, he’s pulling away, leaving you chasing after him. 

The brunet laughs then, “What was that again, babe? Something about you being able to live without me?”

You huff, the corners of your mouth tilt down, and your brows crease. It was such a Lip thing to rub it in your face. If the roles were reversed, you know for a fact Lip would be all over you.

“C’mere, you baby.” Lip pulls you closer to him, smirking as he kisses you again. You press into him, sighing softly against his mouth. It seemed like with each kiss, your stress was slowly melting away.

You felt the brunet’s exploratory hands caressing the skin beneath your waistband. Before they can reach any further, a laugh comes from behind you. “Aren’t you two just so cute?”

Shit, you flush with embarrassment. So caught up with him, you forgot Tyler there by the door. You go to move away from the brunet, but he holds you still, one hand cradling your head and the other raising his middle finger to his friend.

It’s a simple ‘fuck you’ that only sends the other male into boisterous laughter. 

“Okay, okay,” Tyler snickers, “I’m going.” The door opens once more, and right before it closes, Tyler calls over his shoulder, “Don’t have too much fun, kiddos.”

If you think you were embarrassed before, it doesn’t surpass now as you finally separate from him, face burning as you plant it on his chest.

You feel the brunet’s chest rumbling as he attempts to contain his laughter. “C’mon, let’s go to my room before Tyler starts creeping on us.”

You follow behind him like a lost puppy, allowing him to pull you along. You don’t realize your eyes are closed until you fall on his bed. Shooting a glare at the brunet, you right yourself on the bed.

His response is a cocky grin, and if you weren’t feeling like crap, you might rip him a new one. Instead, you roll your eyes, laying back on the pillows. 

“So, what’s got you in such a pissy mood?” You hear shuffling next to you and direct your gaze to the brunet, who is pulling his tee over his head. As shitty as you feel, you allow yourself to keep your eyes on how his muscles shift and contract. 

“My eyes are up here, baby,” You can hear his sarcastic tone, and you slowly drag your attention away from his chest and arms to his face. 

“I know. I guess you can say I was,” you pause, pretending to look for the correct word, “admiring the view.” 

You hear the bed creak before you feel it dip as Lip hovers above you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You mean you’re having a bad day because you want my dick? Aw, princess, you could’ve just said so. I’m more than happy to help.”

“Fuck you, Gallagher.” You try to sound annoyed, but your breath of laughter betrays you. “And I’m having a shitty day because I’m tired as shit, and my roommate is fucking.” Lip looks confused, so you clarify. “Like actually fucking, which sucks ass. So I’m here because I need some TLC.”

“Thick Long Cock?”

A laugh rips through your chest as you push the brunet away. “You’re fucking awful. You know damn well I meant Tender Love and Care, not fucking Thick Long-” You can’t even finish your sentence through your laughter.

When you’ve calmed down, you look up to see him staring down at you with a genuine smile, not a smirk or a grin. The quickening pitter-patter of your heart is interrupted when the brunet leans down to peck at your lips. “Got you to laugh, didn’t I?”

The sneaky bastard. You shake your head, unable to hide your simpering grin. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down for another kiss. Then another. And another. And just once more.

You’re satisfied now, and you let him know just that. Though, just because you are doesn’t mean he is. The next thing you know, your face and neck are peppered with kisses that have you squirming away.

“Lip…” you groan as his kisses become more frequent and sensual. He pulls back only to look down at you with that motherfucking cocky smirk you’ve come to love and hate. 

“Thought you wanted some TLC?”

“You’re the most awful person I’ve ever known,” you sigh, pretending to be annoyed. Lip could read right through your facade.

One hand slides under your hoodie, prompting goosebumps despite the warmth, as the other holds him up. Lip’s fingers trailed up to your breast, but he paused. “This okay?” He asks, stroking the skin just below. 

You’re sure he can hear the quickening beat of your heart as you nod, “Yeah, yeah, it’s okay.”

“Just my luck then, huh?” is asked as his hand encompasses your breast, eliciting a shaky breath from you when he presses against your nipple. He squeezes and palms and pinches and pulls, alternating from breast to breast until you’re moaning soft and quiet, digging your teeth into your bottom lip.

When you had come over, you hadn’t been expecting this. But you can’t complain. And as much as it would stroke the brunet’s already enormous ego, you can’t deny that Lip’s fingers are incredibly skilled.

Your hoodie is pulled higher, so you lift yourself to help him remove it. If he was giving you the front-row seat to his show, the least you could be is a pliant audience member. You’ve barely closed your eyes, laying your head on the pillow, when he licks at your nipples. The cold air and his earlier ministrations have increased your sensitivity, and you can’t stop a choked whimper from escaping.

“Fuck, Lip!” His teeth scrape against the hardening buds, and you can’t remember why you were so on edge earlier.

A breath of laughter sounds above you, prompting your eyes to flutter open. “Feels good?” If your brain wasn’t so muddled by the pleasure he gave you, you might ask why he asks questions he already knows the answers to.

Instead, you add fuel to the fire, maintaining eye contact as you look at him through your lashes, “Yeah, it feels good.”

A slight dimple appears as he grins, “You know, you’re kinda hot when you get confident like that.”

During the pause in pleasure, your brain clears some, and you raise a questioning brow. “Kinda?” 

Lip corrects himself, “No, not kinda. I mean, so fucking hot that it gets my dick all hard.”

Your eyes widen at his vulgar choice of words. It takes a second to regain your composure, “Screw you.”

“I’d like to screw you more, princess.” Lip says as he adjusts to sit on his knees, still hovering above you. His hands find themselves home on your thighs, “So, how about you let me give you some more stress relief?”

[bonesxbows]

Ring of Fire (Cooper Howard x Reader)

Masterlist

You and Cooper are heading to collect a bounty, but it's a lot farther away than you anticipated. He's used to the sun but your pristine and non-irriated skin isn't. Heat stroke is imminent and could end up killing you if Cooper doesn't intervene.

(WARNINGS) - descriptions of heat stroke - descriptions of severe sunburns - descriptions of dehydration

The show reignited my fallout obsession but Cooper's character is so goddamn hard to write in a sorta romantic way since we mostly see him being an ass to everyone after the bombs. I still tried my best so hopefully it comes across okay. I think I also got the hang of his accent the more I wrote for this too

Anyway, I wrote this during a heat wave when I was miserable and needed some comfort lol so if you're reading this I hope it can bring you a little bit of comfort too. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated :)

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Whoever said California was a pleasant heat sure as hell hadn’t walked through the desert after a nuclear fallout. Everything burned; the sand, the sun, the air, your legs, your nose. It was unbearable and if it hadn’t been over the promise of a large stack of caps at the end of the road you would have given up a long time ago. 

“If I see one more dried-up lakebed I’m gonna fucking lose it.” You mumbled, rubbing the sand from your eyes again. 

“Quit your complainin’, we’re almost there. An’ I told ya to stop doin’ that.” Cooper swatted at your arms, making you put them back down at your sides again. You scoffed but obeyed his directions. 

“I’m never gonna make it there if I can’t see where the fuck I’m going.” 

“Maybe, but you sure as shit ain’t gonna see nothin’ never again if your eye gets infected. Your body don’ have enough moisture to keep your eyes slick with the way you keep yappin’ your mouth off and wastin’ it.” He retorted back, his face snarled up into his usual scowl. You didn't say anything more for a good long while, not because of his fancy way of telling you to shut up but because talking was starting to become more and more physically taxing on you the farther along you went. There was nothing but more sand, more heat, and more nothingness for as far as you could see across the horizon. Every step added another weight to your head, making it feel like it was stopped up with cotton that weighed a million pounds and banged against the inside of your skull like a war drum. Your body felt like mush and your clothes felt twice as heavy. But you kept going, trudging behind your cowboy, using him as a guide through the pain. 

That is until you started to see three of him. And what was that whinnying sound you kept hearing coming from? Plus you swore there was a herd of something chasing the two of you what with all the stomping hooves you were hearing too, but every time you turned around there was nothing but sand dunes and the outline of destroyed L.A. on the horizon. 

“Wait. I…I think I need to take a break. In the shade preferably.” you stopped and told him after gunfire was added to the list of sounds you were hearing in the distance. One more step and you were sure you were going to end up with a mouth full of sand. 

“We don’ got time for pit stops sweetheart, keep movin’,” he replied back, still keeping his pace forward, not realizing you had stopped completely. Or just not caring. He wouldn’t leave you behind, not for long at least, but he still wasn’t listening. 

“Cooper fucking listen to me this time,” you shouted, hoping to catch his attention. You succeeded, as soon as his real name fell from your lips he made a dead stop in his tracks. “Please,” you added in a softer voice. You hadn’t meant to shout at him but your body was so overwhelmed and you were tired of being ignored. He tilted his face towards the sky and let out the most audible annoyed sigh you had ever heard from him before finally turning around to face you. 

“Alright, I’m sorry for pushin’ ya, just not so loud next time ‘kay? I don’ need the whole goddamn wasteland knowin’ my name.” he said as he walked back towards you. “Well, you’re still standin’ so that’s a good sign. What’s the matter?” you were used to his gruff exterior by now but you were just grateful he was finally taking you seriously. 

“I…I’m not sure? My head hurts so fucking much and I keep hearing things…I think. My skin feels like it's on fire and I-”

“Heat stroke. Goddamnit.” He cut you off, not even listening for you to list any more symptoms out loud. He sounded pissed, but you had learned by now that his angry voice and his overprotective voice were kinda one and the same. 

“...Heat what now?” you asked, but he never quelled your confusion. Instead he focused on scanning your surroundings. There wasn't much, there usually never was anyway, but he must've found something in the distance that would work for what he had planned. 

“Hm, that’ll do,” he said, more so to himself than to you. You weren’t really listening anyway, that whinnying sound was back and it was taking every ounce of energy you had left just to stay standing upright. He turned back to you and said…something, but you couldn't make out any of it. His lips were moving, sure, but all you could hear was muffled static as if you were underwater. Your face must have had a look of confusion plastered on it because it didn’t take long for him to figure out you were unresponsive, the way you just stared at him and blinked also didn’t help. 

He approached you and started to pull the sleeves of your jacket off, peeling the leather from your sticky sweaty skin off entirely. You stood there and let him, you may have been hearing things and had all the energy of a newborn sloth, but you could still recognize Cooper, and you trusted him more than anyone else. If he thought your jacket needed to come off then you trusted he had a good reason for doing so, even if the wind was starting to feel extremely cold on your exposed moist skin. 

He tried to talk to you again but you just continued to stare at him, watching his mouth move but none of the words making it to your ears. He shook his head and threw your jacket over his shoulder, grabbing one of your wrists and looping it over his back as he grabbed you under your arms and started to half drag you forward towards whatever makeshift shelter he had found. You tried to help, tried to get your legs to move with his, but it felt impossible. At some point, your head began to droop and your temple bashed into his shoulder, making you cry out in pain. He stopped to assess the damage, no doubt cursing you for being so clumsy even though you still couldn't hear him. He tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead where it had made impact with him before placing his hat on top of your head and continuing onward. The new barrier between the unforgiving sun and your dried-up eyes was a small relief to your unbearable discomfort, one you cherished every second of before your vision went dark for good this time. 

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When you opened your eyes again you were thankfully in the shade this time, your skin still felt like it was on fire but at least the sun wasn't continuously beating on it now. You were sitting on the ground propped up against the side of a half-destroyed barn and you dug your fingertips into the sand, grasping for the cooler sand that usually lay a layer deeper than the surface, an old trick Cooper had taught you. 

The memory of that lesson in your mind had you spring up, frantically trying to find your cowboy again. Your jacket was still missing, and his hat was still on your head, but you couldn’t see him anywhere. You wanted to get up, you even tried to, but your limbs felt like jello and you discovered your toes and fingertips were numb. You tried again anyway, kicking at the sand with your feet to find purchase and clawing at the rotting barn boards to pry yourself upwards. 

“Hey, now it took a lotta effort to get you here, don’ tell me you wanna leave already.” You heard his voice and stopped, watching him as he came through one of the broken doorways into the barn, his spurs clicking behind him with every step. 

You blinked, making sure it was really him this time and not something else you were imagining again. But there he was; scorpion belt buckle, cowboy boots, saddle bags and all. He dropped what he was carrying next to the doorway, where you saw your jacket lying on the ground, and then came to sit in front of you, grunting as he knelt down and made himself comfortable. 

“Feelin' better?” he asked. You went to answer but then immediately felt just how dry your throat was. You coughed and tried to lick your lips, but your tongue felt like sandpaper against the already rough skin. You had never experienced a dried-up tongue before and you never wanted to again, it felt like a worm had crawled into your mouth and nested behind your teeth. Cooper was already prepared through and placed a can of water into your hands, already punctured with his knife. 

“Here. Small sips though, ‘kay?” he told you. You nodded, disappointingly understanding him even though you wanted to guzzle the whole can down right then and there. But you did as he told you, taking a slow and small sip, relishing the feeling of the liquid making its way down your throat and easing the pain a little. You tried to lick your lips again, this time succeeding in wetting the crusted-up skin. 

“How bad is it?” you croaked out, vaguely remembering what he had said earlier. Heat stroke, whatever that was, felt like one of the worst things to ever happen to you.

“Well, you’re still alive, despite losin’ consciousness and being fried up like an iguana on a stick from that there sun. I don’ think I’ve ever seen you with such a tan.” he smirked, poking fun at the lack of time you spent outside before meeting him. It wasn’t your fault life was safer inside a city and behind four walls of a shack, but still, it amused him to remind you of your sheltered past every chance he got. You rolled your eyes, grateful that you were at least still alive. 

“Will it scar? Or peel off like your skin did?” you asked, not sure which possibility you hated most. 

“Whaddaya mean?” he tilted his head at your question, confused. 

“You know, the burns.” you showed him your bright red and blistered forearms as emphasis to what you were talking about. You could only assume your face looked just as bad. He couldn’t help but laugh a little at your question, which only agitated you. “I’m being serious here!” you barked. You creased your brow, which you realized immediately was a huge mistake as the tension on the freshly raw skin caused fireworks to explode in your head and flames to shoot across your skin. You winced from the pain and that got him to stop chuckling. 

“Sorry sweetheart, no, neither is gonna happen. You might lose some skin, but not in the way you're thinkin’. It’s just a sunburn, not like you got attacked with a flamethrower. You’ll be fine.” he explained finally. You couldn’t help but sigh in relief, although you still weren’t sure what this so-called “sunburn” was and how it was different from a regular burn. But you knew he wouldn’t lie to you, so you believed him. 

“So what now? We still got at least a day’s walk to town.” with your emergent questions out of the way your mind turned right back to business. Caps were on the line and you were itching to claim them, despite the discomfort traveling imposed on you in your current state. He liked that about you, your desire for caps and the willingness to chase after them with him, though he would rather bite a radroach raw than tell you that to your face. 

“Now? Now we stay put for a while, at least til those burns heal up some. Ain’t no bit of leather and an ol’ beat-up hat gonna protect you enough from the sun if we try to continue on. Right now the only thing I need you to worry ‘bout is finishin’ that water that’s still in your hands.” he leaned back against the opposite wall from you, kicking his legs out and propping his head up with his hands. 

“But-” you tried to rebuttal his decision but he cut you off again before you could. 

“Nah uh, don’ even think about arguin’ here. We even try walkin’ and you’ll collapse again ‘fore we even make it a mile. Best to just stay here and try again once you’re not so dehydrated and redder than a tomato. Few days rest won’t hurt nothin’.” 

“Yeah maybe except our profits,” you told him, quicker this time so he couldn’t interrupt you again. 

“I ain’t riskin’ you over a pile of caps. We’ll make due either way,” he said before closing his eyes, marking the conversation officially over by him. You didn't have a reply anyway, it was rare for him to mention how he felt about you aloud, and each time he did you were left speechless. You stared down at the water can in your hands, tracing your finger gently over the raw edges of steel where his knife had cut through it for you. The metal had been bent back inside the can a little, almost as if someone had shoved a finger through the hole and pushed it back, smoothing out the outer edges where your lips had touched the can. Something in you had a suspicion that if you checked Cooper’s glove you would find scratch marks that would match the size of the hole perfectly. 

Your eyes flicked to him. You weren't sure if he was legitimately asleep or not, but his eyes were still closed and he hadn’t moved an inch. He always talked to you more like an old friend rather than a lover, yet you were pretty sure you were the only person he showed any amount of kindness to. Suddenly his hat felt a little heavier on top of your head as you sat there and pondered where your relationship with him stood. 

[ts19009]

Hong's Anatomy: Prologue

Pediatrician surgeon!  Joshua x pediatric surgeon!  Female Reader 

Synopsis: Coming to Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital wasn’t on your bucket list, that’s for sure, but when you meet the head of your department, Joshua Hong, it's one of the only things that constantly brightens your day. 

Warnings: swearing, made up medical terms and procedures, i have no idea if any of this is medically accurate it’s just for story, flirting, no smut…yet?

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“This is OR 2. It’s right down the hall from the CT room,” Rose said, leading you down the hallway and letting you peek your head into the OR room. “Do you have any questions?” 

“No, not right now. I’m a little overwhelmed, to be honest,” you smiled, trying to break the ice with the head Peds nurse. She smiled and placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“Its totally okay to feel overwhelmed, we’re a little overwhelmed as well. It’s been a while since we’ve had two Peds attendings, but you seem sweet, I’m sure you and Doctor Hong will get along greatly.” 

You had heard about Doctor Joshua Hong. He was a world renowned pediatrician who was desired all over the world. He was handsome, talented, and apparently very caring and nice towards all his patients. 

“Is he here today? Doctor Hong?” You ask as Rose nods, handing you a tablet. 

“He'll introduce himself a little bit later, he’s in surgery at the moment.”

In the meantime, Rose taught you how to operate the computers and system regarding patients and how to properly log. At around noon Rose left for her lunch break, leaving you to learn how to work things on your own. You were in the middle of trying to figure out how to look at patient files when you heard a voice over your shoulder. 

“Doctor L/N?” 

You looked up from your tablet to come face to face with none-other than the man himself. Joshua Hong. 

“Doctor Hong,” you smiled at him, standing up and offering your hand, “it’s nice to meet you!” 

“You too, I’ve heard great things about you,” he smiled back, shaking your hand before pointing to the tablet. “Do you need a hand? Where’s Rose?” 

“She went to lunch, she did teach me how to access patient files, but it’s been a long day, and I’m a little bit overwhelmed,” you chuckled. 

“That’s fair, the first day at a new job is always a lot, but you seem like your handling everything pretty well,” he said, taking a seat next to you and turning his attention to the tablet, not noticing the blush that arose on your cheeks. He slowly went through how to view and edit patient files and made sure that you understood how to do it yourself. 

“I think people forget that this is a teaching hospital and that even the attendings need some help once in a while,” he said, standing up and looking at his watch. “I have to go, but it was nice to meet you.” 

“Y/N!” You spun around to see Joshua running up to you as you left the hospital. “How was the first shift? Wanna back out, because you can’t after today?”

“You too, and thank you again,” you replied as you exchanged smiles before you watched him rush down the hall. Leaving you with a beating heart and flushed cheeks. 

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“It was good, but god. I need a drink; I’m stressed.” You laugh, looking up at Joshua to see a glimmer in his eye. 

“Do you wanna go to Joe’s? It’s right across the street; it’s kinda the place all the surgeons go after work. It has cheap, shitty beer,” he asked, as you pondered his question. Did you have work tomorrow, and joke about getting drunk? Yes. But did you want to get to know and spend some time with your new co-worker? Also yes. 

“Sure, lead the way.” 

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“Joe! I’ll take two beers please!” Joshua exclaimed as you both approached the bar. 

“Coming right u… Who is this Hong? Finally managed to score a date?” Joe teased as Joshua’s eyes widened and carefully looked over at you. 

“Joe,” Joshua warned, “no, this is my new coworker. Y/N.” 

“I see. Well, if you do wanna date Joshua, you’ll be doing us all a favor. I haven’t seen him on a date in all the years he’s lived here.” 

“Yeah, yeah, just get us our beers please,” Joshua chuckled and rolled his eyes, “don’t listen to him,” 

“You’ve been on a date recently?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as Joe handed you a beer, causing Joshua to stutter a little bit. 

“Uhh, no. Not recently, but I’ve lived here for six years,” Joshua emphasized, looking at Joe, who just chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “What about you? When was the last time you went on a date?” 

“Woah, we just met,” you joked, taking a sip of your beer. 

“Fine,” Joshua sighed, “Why did you choose to come to Grey Slone then? I’ve read your work, you've done amazing things, you could of gone anywhere?” 

“ The answer I’m gonna tell you is that I like the idea of a teaching hospital and that I think there should be more out there,” you answered. 

“What’s the answer you’d tell someone else?” Joshua asked, taking a sip of his beer. 

“That I get to work with Joshua Hong, and that I’ve admired him for years and jumped at the opportunity to work with him,” you blush, “but don’t tell him that.” 

Joshua chuckled and set down his beer, fully facing you now. "Well, I’m sure he’d be very flattered to hear that.” 

Before anything else could happen, a whole bunch of guys came rushing into the bar and went to greet Joshua. 

“Joshua!” 

“What’s up!” 

“What surgery did you have today?” 

“Guys, slow down. I’m here with someone,” Joshua chuckles, trying to soothe the twelve men. 

"Oh, sorry,” a tall man with dark hair and puppy eyes said, turning to face you. “I’m Mingyu, we all work with Joshua. We don’t mean to be rude…” 

“It’s okay guys, she’s the new peds attending,” Joshua interrupts as all their faces lighten. 

“You must be Doctor L/N! Josh told us about the new peds attending.” The man with longer hair spoke up, “I’m Jeonghan, I work in Plastic’s.” 

“I’m sorry that they interrupted us, they’re just excited to meet you,” he whispers, watching Sonyoung chug a whole can of beer. 

The whole group ended up going around and introducing themselves, their specialities, and ordering their own drinks to join you. While Soonyoung was telling a story, Joshua turned to you and leaned in. 

“It’s okay, I mean technically they’re my co-workers as well.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

“Stop flirting and listen to my story!” Soonyoung interrupted, as you too jumped apart from each other and awkwardly laughed at being caught. 

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The rest of the night was filled with laughter, alcohol, and lingering glances back and forth between you and the head pediatrician. 

“Good morning!” Rose cheerfully greeted you as you made your way to the desk, coffee in hand. “Rough night?” 

“You could say that,” you muttered, setting down your bag and taking off your coat. After getting home, you tried to go to sleep, you really did. But the idea of seeing your first patient and seeing Joshua again in the morning was enough to keep you up the whole night. 

“Are you ready for your first patient?” Lia, one of the other nurses in the ward, asked, watching you chug your coffee. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh, before marching over to the first room where the patient and your surgical interns were waiting. “Good morning Miss Abigail, how are you today?” 

“Poor Abigail is a little scared today for her surgery,” her mother confessed. Abigail nodded, but didn’t say anything and reached out to hold her mothers hand. “She hasn’t spoken a word all morning.” 

“That’s normal, it’s pretty scary, but you’re going to go to sleep and then wake up with your mom right by your side. That’s not scary right?” You ask, watching Abigail shake her head. 

“Knock, Knock,” you whip your head around to see Joshua leaning against the doorframe and waving to Abigail. “I wanted to see you before you go into surgery.” 

“You know Abigail?” You ask, as Joshua nods. 

“I was the one who did Abigail’s first surgery. I didn’t know that you were back, what’s wrong?” He smiled softly at Abigail before turning to her mother with a more concerned face. 

“It’s her other valve this time, the doctor said that it wasn’t growing because of calcium build up,” her mother quickly responds before you can. Joshua’s eyebrows rise in surprise. 

“Really, I thoughtI had checked the other valve last time,” he muttered. 

“It’s not your fault Doctor Hong. The doctor said that it was a very quick build up and that you couldn’t have known,” she smiled, “we were wondering if you were going to stop by once we heard it wasn't you doing her surgery.” 

“Of course! I also came by to check up on Doctor L/N. It’s her first case here!” Joshua smiled, as you noticed Abigail's mother form a look of concern on her face. “Don’t worry though, she came all the way from Seoul, South Korea to take care of people. It’s one of the best hospitals in the world. You, Abigail, are in very safe hands,” he reassured. 

“Thank you Doctor Hong,” you chuckled before turning to the nurses to prepare Abagail for her surgery. A few minutes later, you informed Abigail and her parents that it was time to go up for her surgery and excused yourself to let her parent’s have a few moments alone. 

“Excited?” Joshua asked, as you nodded, handing your tablet back to the counter. 

“I'm a little bit nervous as well. She seems like a sweet girl,” you sighed, spinning around to see Joshua leaning against the counter. 

“She is. But I know that she’s in good hands,” he smiled. It helped calm you down a little bit knowing that Joshua believed in you, you really needed the verbal support. After a few minutes Joshua left to start his rounds and first surgery of the day, leaving you to head up to the OR. 

“Hi Abby, we’re going to help you fall asleep now okay?” Abby nodded, and let Rose put the mask to her face and fell asleep in a little under thirty seconds. You sighed looking at the little girl who’s entire life was in your hands and took a deep breath before holding our hand out for a scalpel, “let’s get started.” 

Halfway through your surgery, you looked up at the gallery to see Joshua sitting front and center, cup of coffee in hand and smiling from ear to ear. This was the first time you’ve worked with other people watching you this closely, so having so many eyes on you was a little nerve wracking, but thankfully the mask and scrubs you were wearing could hide the deep flush of your cheeks when looking at Joshua one last time. 

“Jonah, suction a little more to the right please,” you asked right before the monitor started beeping.

“What happened?” Jonah asked, as your eyes widened. 

“Shit, the calcium stuck to the valve wall and tore some skin from the valve, she’s bleeding through the valve. More suction! And can I get some lining?” The nurses in the room quickly started running around and one eventually handed you a sheet of lining that you carefully placed over the torn piece of skin. 

“Green, you hold this here while I stick the lining,” you ordered, while Joshua was watching everything take place. He was impressed at how quickly you had problems solved. Torn skin wasn’t very common in surgeries like this and he was quite impressed on how quickly you came up with the solution. He watched you quickly, but thoroughly stitch the lining to the valve’s wall and waited to see if she would stop bleeding out. A few seconds later, the monitor stopped rapidly beeping, which meant that the lining had worked. 

“Abigail's Surgery went well. We managed to clear the valve of all the calcium build up and replace the valve with one that should match her age,” you explained to Abigail's mother who was waiting in the waiting room. “She’s being taken back to her room right now, so when they get her settled they’ll come and get you and you can go right in and be with her.” 

“Well done Doctor, L/N.” Doctor Green said, as you nodded and continued the rest of the surgery. 

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“Thank you so much,” Abigail’s mother smiled, as you nodded and then excused yourself. You made your way to the desk and watched as the nurse told Abigail's mother that she could sit with her and watched her cry as she walked into the room. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” A voice from behind you inquired. It was Joshua, you knew that, but you still turned around to face him and shrugged. 

“It’s moments like that that made me want to do Peds. I’ll never get tired of it.” Joshua smiles and nods. You both stand in silence for a few minutes watching as Abigail wakes up and gets a big hug from her mother. 

“You did an amazing job by the way. That was a great recovery with the lining.”  You shrug again and turn your attention back to your tablet.  

“Thank you, just protocol. Would you have done the same thing?” 

“Probably not, I don’t know what I would have done. I’ve never experienced a tear in the valve like that,” Joshua confessed, “ my first thought was to just clamp it, but that’s as far as I got.” 

“Well clamping it would have stopped the bleeding temporarily, but we can’t stitch her back up with a clamp,” you chuckled, slightly poking fun at Joshua. 

“I know, I’m just saying that it was genius of you to think that quickly and that efficiently,” he teased back. You noticed a few nurses looking your way and smiling at your teasing and tried your best not to blush again. 

“Do you want to go to Joe’s again after work? I noticed you don’t have to come in tomorrow, and I’m on call, so hopefully I can get out for a bit?” You asked, putting the tablet down and fully facing the doctor. 

“Couldn’t get enough of me?” Joshua asked, flexing one of his biceps playfully. 

“No, I just know your schedule since it’s plastered up on the wall,” you rolled your eyes, “I can take it back?” 

“No no, I’d love to get a drink with you after work.” 

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taglist: @asasilentreader , @myjaeyunn

[animeyanderelover]

Hey! Im glad i managed to wake up early in the end! Here are my two requests and thank you so much for your great writing!

1. Yanderes of your choice (the ones who wear masks/cover their faces or are just insecure about their appearances in general) with a darling who always compliments their face, saying they look amazing and that they love all of them/the first time they see the yans face their reaction is to get all :OOOO and compliment it

2. yanderes of your choice with a minor deity reader, who doesn't have the same perception of boundaries as a normal person does plus is just happy they have a follower at least.....?

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, clinginess, manipulation

Tags: @lovley-valentine7 @leveyani @chxxz

Minor Deity s/o

Ash Landers

▫️​You may not be known very well as other deities are but with Ash you pretty much already have the most devoted and loyal follower one could ask for. Yet the fact that you were forgotten seems to affect him much more than it has affected you ever as he is in utter grief and sorrow when he finds out about it. Deities are supposed to be worshipped and treated with reverence yet humans truly seem to have forgotten how to pay respect and he is determined to see it through that your name will be called in prayers once again. After he has purified London, that is. With his darling being a literal deity though, Ash feels immense pressure to see it through that everything will be perfect for you. He lets churches and temples be build in your name and starts searching for humans he thinks would be worthy enough of worshipping you as he is basically planning to collect a cult for you. Your obvious clinginess is constantly overwhelming him though as he doesn't see himself as worthy for being touched by a deity like this, especially since he hasn't done anything to deserve it.

Juvia Lockser

💧​Juvia is constantly swooning over pretty much everything you do as her obsessive tendencies only increase as she figures out that you are an actual deity. You are literally perfect in her eyes. She spends days and weeks crafting a small shrine for you where she always leaves flowers, pastries or anything else for you as a sign of her adoration and love. She has a rather strange relationship with the idea of collecting other followers for you though. On the one hand she wants people to notice you because you are the most perfect and beautiful being as the mere thought that no one has ever been a follower of yours angers her greatly. On the other hand she also doesn't want to lose all the attention and affection she gets solely because she is the only one who calls herself a follower of yours now. You are very clingy with little to no perception of boundaries but since Juvia is exactly the same, this is just utterly perfect for her. The idea of you giving such attention to other people if they would start believing in you is a big cause of her jealousy as she would like to remain as someone special to you even if you should collect more followers.

Yato

🪙​Both of you share very similar struggles yet Yato shows much more concern for you as a deity will disappear if no human remembers them so he is very desperate to get you more followers. He starts with Hiyori as he asks her to not forget you for her entire life and to remember you and she really goes all out of her way to build you a small shrine similar to the one she has crafted for Yato. Otherwise Yato literally goes around with Yukine to fulfill his jobs whilst trying to advertise for you. Whilst you don't show any panic or fear due to having so only Hiyori as a human who believes in you as of now, he still feels like he has to do everything he can to cheer you up to keep you happy. He has very good intentions but at times he can go a bit too far by literally wracking some damage to induce humans with the belief that it was the work of you just to get their attention on you. Hiyori and you are ususally quick to scold him for it as you don't want to be remembered as a deity who harms other people. Yato happily indulges in your clinginess though because he can be quite touchy himself but he does get jealous quickly when you show similar amounts of affection to Yukine and Hiyori.

[fragaria-imagines]

For the pregnancy headcanons you could make headcanons for Merold, hallrit and tuxam when their s/o (who is in bed rest because she feel sick) call for them and reader just hugg and snuggle on him...but she take their hand and put in her belly to feel the baby kick for first time

Merold

Merold is usually known for his cheekiness and laid back attitude, he tries not to take anything too seriously, and often likes to poke at and tease people.

But when he gets the call that you were sick and bedridden, he immediately drops everything that he was doing, and tends to your needs.

It was the first time that you ever saw Merold look so serious, it was also the first time that he was doting over you so relentlessly, it was quite interesting to say the least.

Though he doesn’t always show it, he truly does care for you and the baby, and would go above and beyond to make sure that you and the baby are safe and healthy.

And while you appreciate his relentless doting, you weren’t really in the mood to rest, and would rather take this opportunity to snuggle and cuddle with him.

It took a bit convincing on your end to get Merold to relax and let loose, but once you did, he was out like a light once his head hit the pillow.

His nap was short lived, however, because as soon as he closed his eyes, you shook him until he was wide awake.

He looked at you, still half-asleep and groggily, wondering why exactly were you waking him up for?

You didn’t answer his question, instead you placed his hand on top of your stomach. He raised his eyebrows at you, wondering where you were going with this.

But before he could say anything, he felt a hard kick against his hand, you let out a gasp at the feeling of the kick.

You both stared at each other, too stunned to even speak, not expecting the baby to finally kick. Once you both regained your voices, both of you blurted out at the same time:

“Did you hear it?!”

“Heard it? I felt it!”

After the initial shock wore off, you two bursted into laughter, overwhelmed with joy that your baby was finally kicking and moving.

“They’re such a strong kicker!”

“Well of course they are! They have me as their dad after all, seems like the “strongest knight” genes are already kicking in!”

You rolled your eyes as Merold unashamedly boasted about himself, but you couldn’t help a smile from forming, as you thought of your future life with Merold and your baby.

It was scary not knowing what the future holds, but you two had each other, and that in itself makes all the scary stuff worth it.

Hallritt

New to knighthood and being new parenthood? Someone cut this poor man some slack, because it’s one thing after another.

First the seeds attack the kingdom, then he was told he wasn’t a good enough knight, and now he founds out that you’re sick? Safe to say, it’s not a good day for Hallritt.

But even with so much trial and errors that were happening, Hallritt has never been the type to give up! He would go above and beyond to ensure your and the baby’s safety, healthiness, and happiness, as well as the kingdom’s.

And even though, it may look like he did a pretty awful job at ensuring both goals, that won’t deter him from being a helping hand.

While he doesn’t like that you got sick, Hallritt is someone who likes to live in the present and think about the now. What happened in the past can’t be changed, so there’s no use in feeling upset about it.

So that’s why he does his best to make up for his incompetence and lack of attentiveness, by being there for you and taking care of you while you are sick.

Cooking, cleaning, whatever it is that you want, he would do it for you in a heartbeat. And while his eagerness to please you is very admirable and you greatly appreciate it, you draw the line when it comes to Hallritt cooking.

Not wanting to be subjected to Hallritt’s cooking for fear of food poisoning, or god forbid, he burns the house down, you politely but urgently suggested that he should take a break from his caregiver duties, and instead cuddle with you in the bed.

Hallritt shot you a toothy grin, completely oblivious that you’re more scared of his cooking than the actual sickness that you were facing, and made his way to the bed, but not before pulling a Hello Kitty mask from his pockets, and putting it on.

You raised your eyebrows at the notion, since when did he have that?

Noticing your stare, Hallritt answered in defense:

“Well I’m not trying to get sick too, you know!”

“You know I’m not contiguous, right?”

“Yeah….for now”

Grunting in disbelief, you playfully hit him with one of your pillows in faux annoyance, he of course, dodged it, before settling next to you on the bed.

The playful loud banter started to settle, until there was only comfortable silence between the two of you. You didn’t mind, even though you two were both extroverts, the times where you both just sat down and sit in silence, were one of your favorite moments. It was never awkward or stifling, but rather the opposite, peaceful and comfortable.

The silence was quickly shattered, as you groaned in pain at the sudden feeling of a sharp movement. Hallritt, immediately sat up straight at the sound of your groans, his initial happy go lucky attitude from before was replaced with a look of seriousness that you have never seen before.

“Y/N are you alright? Are you hurt? What happened?”

You could feel the sense of urgency in his voice, every word that he left his mouth was filled with so much concern and so much worry.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, it’s just that…the baby kicked…”

It was like the words that you just said were not registering at all with Hallritt, for he looked utterly dumbfounded, the serious expression that he had left as fast as it came.

“Baby…?”

And then it dawned on him.

Baby.

Your baby. His baby.

Kicked.

“Wait the baby kicked!!”

You rolled your eyes at him, wondering how did he ever pass his knight exam, but nevertheless, you took his hands and placed it on top of your belly, so he can feel it himself.

The baby kicked again, and this time he felt it, and he couldn’t have been any more happier.

Tuxam

Being the gentleman he is, Tuxam immediately went into auto-pilot mode and took drastic measures to ensure that you and the baby were healthy and safe!

From checking in with you every 10-15 minutes, bubble wrapping the house to make sure you didn’t fall, making you soup, and covering you with fifteen layers of warm blankets, it was a lot to say the least.

Tuxam’s nagging and Mama Bear tendencies aside, he truly does care about you and the baby, and would be devastated if something were to ever happen to you two.

There’s a part of him that feels partially responsible and guilty for not being attentive enough, that you ended up getting sick because of his carelessness.

And while logically, Tuxam knows that’s not the case, and that you can do everything right in the book and still get sick, he couldn’t help but feel responsible for it anyways.

After all, what kind of gentleman was he, if he’s not there to protect the person that matters the most to him?

Before he could indulge in any more self-deprecating thoughts, he felt your hand on his shoulder.

And though, Tuxam puts on a brave face and acts like everything is fine and dandy, you know him better than the facade he puts on. You know how much he beats himself over the most littlest things, and it breaks your heart every time.

“Tuxam, why don’t you come back to bed with me?”

Knowing Tuxam would never say no to you, he reluctantly obliged to your request, but he still felt that there was still so much work to be done. However, all of his worries and concerns seemed to disappear the minute his body hit the mattress, snuggling your sides, and burying his face at the crook of your neck, like he was a small child.

You giggled at the sight of him, it wasn’t everyday that he let loose and act so childlike, it was refreshing to see. You grabbed the palm of his hand, gently placing it in on top of your swollen belly, wanting to bathe in this gentle moment with your soon to be child.

Tuxam smiled at you, before he leaned over and gave a big kiss on your stomach. He felt a large kick against his lips, as he did so. Pulling back from your stomach, he stared at you in utter shock and confusion, and your expression was the same.

The wheels in his head slowly start to turn, as he realized what had just happened… the baby kicked him! The baby kicked! The baby moved!!

“Oh my god, the baby kicked!”

You snickered at his late reaction, before adding on:

“Well it does appear that way!”

But Tuxam was not listening to you, going on a long tangent about how he couldn’t believe it, and how excited he was, and how your baby would be the most healthiest and best baby ever to grace the Noir Continent.

Once he finally came down from his high, he looked back at you with a toothy grin, the excitement and pride were so apparent in his face, that it made it your heart ache in happiness.

“We’re really going to be parents Y/N…! I’m so happy…!”

[stranger-theory]

Song & Scene Analysis: Lumax vs Byler

I've also posted this on the Byler Subreddit so if you see it there, hi, that's me!

I’m sure you’re aware of song importance in Stranger Things with the Duffer Brothers saying sometimes it takes weeks to pick a song that conveys the exact message they’re trying to portray. I’ve seen quite a bit of theories around what songs mean what, but there’s one specific song that caught my attention.

There’s a scene in season two, episode six where Lucas and Max speak on top of a bus in the junkyard. It’s a lovely scene in which Max explains her behavior to Lucas, and apologizes for some stuff she wasn’t proud of. She says she’s sorry for acting like a jerk, and doesn’t ever want to be like that, but she feels overwhelmed with her home life and takes it out on people she doesn’t mean to. She then expresses that she likes California, and sometimes wants to go home, but having Lucas there with her for comfort makes her feel better. Max makes a call back to their “Stalker” joke, with a shared laugh. This emotional scene is then cut off by the sighting of a demodog, and a tense scene plays.

Now you know the base of the conversation, let me tell you about a similar scene I see as a parallel. Season four, episode four bedroom talk. This scene is between Mike and Will, where Mike apologizes to Will. In his apology he says he’s sorry for acting like a jerk, but everything with El was just really overwhelming and he doesn’t want Will to feel like their argument was personal. Mike explains to Will that he really appreciates Hawkins, but, since Will moved to California, it feels different. He misses Will. They share a “Cool” with each other and sit in silence while smiling, but are cut off by the doorbell as Jack’s men come searching for El.

These scenes may not feel as similar as I'm insisting with just this information, but there’s a very key portion to this parallel: Music.

I’m going to go through these scenes at the same time to help you understand where I’m coming from. At the current moments in time for these scenes, Lucas/Will have a like Max/Mike, but don’t know how to confront them about it. Max/Mike both apologize to Lucas/Will for hurting them when they didn’t mean to. Max/Mike say the reason they acted like this was because they felt overwhelmed with their lives at the moment. Max/Mike say that they like California/Hawkins but without Lucas/Will, it wouldn’t be/isn't the same. Max/Mike make a callback to “Stalker/Cool”. Almost directly after these heartfelt talks, they’re interrupted with the intense Demodog/Goverment scenes. The same song plays in these scenes to further imply that we’re supposed to view them the same way. The camera slowly zooms closer on their reactions to help the audience grasp these scenes better, and help it feel more intimate.

These are things you basically can’t deny, as I’m just stating the facts of these scenes. From all of these similarities and comparisons, we can also further suspect other aspects of these scenes. Something we’re allowed to assume is that, like Max, Mike also has feelings for Will. If the original scene including this song is meant to be interpreted as romantic, then why would the second be any different? If the original scene is meant to be read as a “romantic” and “intimate” apology, then why would the second scene suddenly be a purely platonic interaction? If they’d wanted us as an audience to think otherwise, then they would have chosen a different way to portray this scene.

I thank you greatly for listening to me rant about why this scene drove me crazy. I’ve been looking forward to posting this for a while, but with my very on fire Spongebob looking brain, I never remembered. I’d love love looooove to hear your thoughts and add ons to this, ESPECIALLY corrections if i’ve somehow misinterpreted something. I wouldn't want to spread misinformation. Have a good morning, afternoon, or night, folks.

[deityoftherain]

post-concert highs (Geminitay Appreciation <333)

Sweat dripped off Gem’s face, down her arms, and soaked her clothing. Working under the heat of the spotlights for an hour and a half would do that to anyone. She was sure she smelled and that her clothes would need to be run through the washing machine twice but these shows always felt so exhilarating that she couldn’t dwell on the discomfort for long.

“Woo!” Impulse enthusiastically threw his hands up in the air once they entered the room. They had recently finished performing and talking to fans at a meet and greet. “Fantastic job, everyone! That was great!”

“I’ll never get over this high.” Scott looked exhausted but the grin on his face was wide. He bent over to grab a few water bottles from the flat for himself and his bandmates. When he turned back to them, he called out, “Hey, catch!” The first bottle was tossed to Impulse, who caught it with ease. Gem was thrown the next one. She had to reach a bit to be able to catch it before it hit something other than her hands but she did manage it. Scott and Impulse both cheered for her.

“It’s so cool that they love our music.” Gem felt pride build in her chest. They had released their first album “Cherry Blossoms” and they were overwhelmed with love and support. Gem wasn’t sure how so many people discovered their little band from the middle of nowhere online but she was not going to complain. Impulse had always been the one to handle their @gemandthescotts social media accounts and then the label whom they now work under. He would be the one to know all of the behind-the-scenes work on that front. Maybe she should ask him in-depth about it one day. “I wasn’t sure if we would’ve ever gotten out of my mom’s garage.”

“I knew we would.” Scott leaned forward to grab one of the towels sitting on the coffee table. He used it to help some of the sweat drifting off of him but he made sure not to touch his eye makeup. The blue would mark the white towel easily, seeing how much sweat would combine with it. “We did win our town’s Battle of the Bands three years in a row.”

“We also sucked for a long time though.” Impulse chuckled as he thought back to when they were still learning and finding their sound. “Your mom tried to be polite but I think we are the real reason she soundproofed the garage when we were ten.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Gem snorted at that. “She did always die on the inside when I said Scott was coming over.”

“Which one?” Scott asked, greatly amused at Gem’s words. Her mom had always been great to all three of them and they all loved her but they did like to joke around about being her annoying children. “Impulse Scott or me Scott?” “Both, duh. Mom would live in fear, never knowing which Scott was coming to haunt her doorstep!” Gem put on her best ghostly voice, even adding little ghost “oooo”ing noises at the end.

“She must have been so relieved when we started calling Impulse by a nickname.” Scott shifted his gaze to Impulse, a sly look in his eyes. “That way she could remember that Impulse was the one bad at the drums.” Impulse gasped, returning Scott’s sly expression with a flabbergasted one. “What do you mean? Are you saying I haven’t always been this perfect? I will let you know that my rhythm has been impeccable since I first held a pair of drumsticks.” “I could say I would pay to experience that again but I value being able to hear too much so I will have to graciously decline.” Scott continued to tease his friend, which just made Impulse gasp dramatically again.

Their lighthearted quips went back and forth for several moments. Gem just smiled lazily at them, taking sips of her water as she listened. She was grateful to have her closest friends as her bandmates. “You both are idiots.”

“How am I an idiot when I am supposed to be the smart Scott?” Impulse’s attention turned to her for a moment before shifting to side-eye Scott. “That guy though… hmm…” “Oh, shove off.” Scott tossed the now-empty water bottle at Impulse. It managed to hit his knee but it didn’t do anything more than make a few little crinkly sounds.

“I don’t know why we’re even friends.”  Impulse wiped several non-existent tears from his eyes. “You’re so mean to me.”

“You love me.” Scott blew him a kiss in response. Impulse grabbed the blown kiss from the air and placed it on his cheek. “Hey, where is my kiss?” Gem scrunched her nose at them, a false hurt written all over her face. “Last I heard, it’s ‘Gem and the Scotts’, not ‘Dumb and Dumber’! Don’t I deserve some love too?”

Impulse and Scott shared brief eye contact, mischief radiating off of them now. Oh no. What did she manage to spur both of them on about at the same time? Did all guys named Scott have a telepathic link that she didn’t know about?

Next thing she knew, Scott had plopped down to her right and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Impulse came in on the other side soon after.

“Hey!” Gem squeaked at their sudden attack. “Gross, I can feel your sweat. I said a kiss! I did not say ‘Everyone, jump on Gem!’” “We’re all sweaty already so it’s all good!” Impulse’s yellow face paint smudged against the black side of her shirt. The yellow side would have faded in more but she knew they would get cleaned enough to get the stain out.

“It can be both,” Scott responded at the same time as Impulse. He placed a quick kiss on her cheek and Gem just laughed at both of them.

“Okay, okay! You win!” Gem spread herself out as a way to nudge them off of her. She wasn’t mad at them but she did require to have her space again. “Off now, please. I am already hot enough without you two breathing on me.”

They complied instantly, getting off of both her and the couch she was sitting on. All three of them were laughing to the point it was a struggle to breathe. Their bodies were reacting to their little exchange, the adrenaline from the show, and the exhaustion they all felt weighing on them. Impulse was even doubling over and Scott had his head thrown back as they did so.

“I need to take a shower, change into something soft, and then pass out as soon as I’m under the covers.” Scott yawned loudly, putting his hand over his mouth as if to cover it.

“I need to take a shower and such too.” Impulse agreed with Scott’s plan of action. “Probably before the post-concert energy wears off.”

Gem groaned, leaning her head back against the couch. “I think it’s already worn off for me.”

“This is just an excuse for a sleepover.” Scott slid off his transparent, blue coat before tossing it on the back of the couch. “We will just do the sleeping part a little earlier than usual.”

“Ooo, yes!” Impulse lit up at Scott’s suggestion. “Gem, would you do us, the Scotts, the honor of having a sleepover in your room?” “You two act like we don’t have sleepovers almost every night.” Gem rolled her eyes affectionately. Everything was an excuse for a sleepover with these two. The question wasn’t if they were going to, because they usually were. It was more of debating if they were going to sleep early or if they were going to do whatever various activities they wanted to before sleeping. “Honestly, you two are so clingy.”

“Maybe,” Scott shrugged a shoulder with a cheeky smile on his face, “but you love us.”

“That’s debatable.” She stretched her arms up with a yawn, joints popping as she did so. Gem breathed out a soft sigh of relief as some of the tension left her. She did feel a little bit better but her body was still sore.

“Hey, you don’t mean that!” Impulse gave her the worst fake pout she had ever seen.

“Mhm, fine. I love you both.” Gem reassured them with a content smile. A happy buzz sent sparkling sensations throughout her body. One of her childhood dreams was becoming her reality and she was doing it with two people she cared deeply for. Nothing could be better than this.

A/N: I meant to write for @dronepikachu's Gem Week but I don't think I will have time before the week is over so here is one I wrote recently that can go under Prompt 1 and Prompt 4 for the writers! I have posted this on my ao3 (@an_anxious_ghost) and my sideblog for fanfic stuff so yes, I am the original author!

[missycolorful]

hallo there o/

I wanted to piggyback off your last post on the 'birdbrain/abandonment' post:

I feel this particular situation was bound to happen sooner or later. It's not the first time of late(within the last month) the children have felt abandoned/left behind by qphil. During Prison Event you could see the eggs thoughts on being left behind due to possible escape or interactions with other residents and lore.

Day 3 after the interview tallulah said, "I dont like it here.." and chayanne said, "Let's stick together today..". Qphil then turned it into a joke, "...STICK together.. cause he's holding a stick.." but I do not believe these words were said for nothing. Day 3 had dark themes surrounding the residents(inmate crucifixion) and as a child paying attention I would be scared and want my parent in sight much as possible.

Now of course we give grace to the ccs because streaming and events can take a toll. Phil had stated several times during the event he felt overwhelmed/stimulated, along with others agreeing with him.

At one point the eggs eventually burried them selves in hole, in which wasn't addressed until after a guard Tubbo and Charlie noticed. On the walls chayanne signs say: we are a ghost - we will die here and bit later tallulah states: we were wondering how lo g it took u to find us, we were thinking you were leaving us here.

Qphil reassured them but I got to thinking: every where he went residents had their eggs with them. When escaping with Charlie fit and tubbo, ramon was with fit and sunny was with either parent...qphil was alone. When talking to the guard for the hat, pomme was with aypierr - rishas and pepito were with their guardians and em/dapper was with bagi and bad...qphil was alone.

Giving benifit of doubt he was trying to protect them.(the guard was a butt)

That being said: the separation was scary, anything could have happened. Yesterday situation could have went very differently as well. The eggs could have been mortal. Something more dangerous than the scorpion could have caught them along their travel back home.

And this ALL is off the talks/agreement of them sticking together as a family. Having each others back. The situation is so interesting because after concerns are said qphil does comply with not taking his sight off them rest of stream. I really enjoy this family dynamic for some reason

Sorry for long post

oh gosh don't apologize, I'm eating this whole post up. And it's given me more to say, so... sorry in turn, lol!!

honestly, a lot of the prison event felt like a blur to me (a lot happened lol), so I completely forgot about those small moments. Like a lot of other similar moments, they're jokes, yes, but there's a certain weight to them. And these jokes they've been making have had a certain weight for a while now. And.... looking back, I feel dumb for not even mentioning the one thing that's really brought this whole issue, and these "jokes" and concerns the kids have, into existence.

It's the Ender King.

q!Phil has made it clear that if the Ender King finds him and seeks to capture him and take him away from the kids, there's nothing he can do. He's not sure if he can come back, if he does get taken, even though he swears he'll do everything he can to return to his kids. But that reveal of the Ender King and Phil's concerns about his fate by his hands has affected Chayanne and Tallulah greatly. It's good that he's been honest with them, I'd rather he be. But there's no good way to handle this, in truth.

Chayanne, after Purgatory, has been more clingy with his father, but I think it's more noticeable as of recent. Tallulah has tried to distance herself a little like sleeping at her and Wilbur's house, most likely out of a need to feel independent and such, but within the last month or so, she's also been fairly clingy. I think her attempts at being independent fell to the wayside once the idea of her father just... disappearing, and possibly never coming back, came to mind. She sleeps at the sanctuary (and now their new house as of the reset) more often than not. They're both afraid of waking up and seeing that the most consistent parental figure in their lives is gone.

Like, we all know that q!Phil isn't actually abandoning them or even leaving them behind with any malicious or neglecting purpose, and I think the kids know he wouldn't do so with intention (which is why him being defensive yesterday was sort of a moot point, but anyway). Plenty of the parents will let their kids mind their business and do things without them around. This isn't new, and this has happened with Phil's kids plenty of times! For example, Phil didn't want his kids around during a lot of the prison stuff, because a lot of what he was doing was risky, and he didn't want them to get hurt. And we know that yesterday was a pure accident, and he wants to try to be more careful.

But technicalities and logic aren't really important here. What upsets the kids is simply the idea of him being gone, and the fear of him never coming back. It doesn't matter how many times he tells them that he will, because these fears are huge and real. You accidentally left the kids behind at Etoiles' house? It doesn't matter, you still left. You got kidnapped by the Ender King? It doesn't matter you're still gone.

[junosmindpalace]

A platonic Nanami Sai in the stone age with an autistic high school kid who looks up to him and follows him around !

A very long note : not only because Sai's programming skills is in a way too cool stage but also respecting Sai for being full of passion knowing what he likes + i belive that Sai won't be the type to make fun of anyones interests even if it was childish or not very common as well as understanding and be helpfull if they had sensory overload

sorry for talking alot ! If writing about autistics isn't something your comfortable with may i change the request ? Thank you ! :]

hello anon! thank you for your request! i know that every autistic person has their own experiences and traits, which is why i wrote this in a headcanon format to try to make it applicable to all sorts of people, but i hope i was able to properly write this request with a couple of aspects - feedback is absolutely welcome. and my first sai request!

warnings: none!

ever since sai joined the kingdom of science, you’ve been mostly at his side.

you admired his incredible programming skills and ability to code even in the stone world, and you’re always trying to take something away from him.

at first, sai is nervous having someone look up to him. he's a little stressed out about trying to set a good example, but as the two of you become more familiar with one another as you worked together, you two became good friends. 

as an anxious person himself, he's able to understand a little about how it feels to be overwhelmed over specific things.

he does his best to help you with your sensory issues, either creating noise or finding ways to get rid of it. if your sensitivity is more severe, he does his best trying to imagine what would help calm him down, so whether it be a texture or sound, he tries to rid of whatever the trigger was and maybe even replace it with something more comforting.

finds any and all of your special interests interesting. he can absolutely relate to the intense feelings of loving something, and he totally understands wanting to indulge in what he loves with others. so rant!! indulge in front of him!! he’s encouraging every step of the way, seeing bits of himself in you.

not only that, but he JOINS IN. so sometimes the two of you will be frantically talking with one another in the middle of making plans.

these info-dumps are usually not uncommon though, and you can certainly indulge in ranting more about your knowledge and interests to not only sai, but the other scientists who also understand your enthusiasm.

it's especially the folk from the stone age who love to hear your rants, however. whether it be about programming or another interest of yours, they're engrossed by your explanations and storytellings and always encourage you with comments and questions.

sai encourages you to use your strengths such as your heightened senses or in depth knowledge about certain things that could be useful, so he might sometimes ask you to help him with certain tasks, or volunteer you to help contribute to some of the bigger issues that senku and ryusui are involved in. good attention to detail; you’re an incredible asset to the team.

free to not mask in front of sai, as he’s a person you deeply trust and are comfortable with.

also free to stim around him! if the stimming comes as a result of a stressful situation, sai does his best to relieve the tension by redirecting your attention to something related to his coding.

he also greatly enjoys your happy stims, especially when the two of you are talking about or working on coding. even with missions in general, your happy stims signify a job well done, and they're a sort of indicator for him to not be as stressed as he normally is and celebrate alongside you and the others in your victories.

makes sure to explain things directly in case you may not be able to always catch on to metaphors or social cues.

he's always incredibly flattered when you compliment him, and he always does his best to teach you about aspects of programming you're interested in.

the two of you practically came in a pair. a sweet and capable duo who learn a lot of from one another and do their best to look out for each other. it almost feels like as if he has another younger sibling.

[amaretto-mp4]

OK, this is kinda long (a little spiel? about socials and how I have a constant push and pull relation to it), feel free to scroll away if you'd like to skip; 'read more' for ramble mode 💫🙏 ->

I keep telling myself to share art at xx : xx time (mornings and evenings) but it doesn’t coincide with my energy levels, so I just might start sharing it whenever I feel up to it. It’s feels hard to unlearn habits I’ve picked up over the years and I’m learning to be gentle on myself when the thoughts creep back up again.

Also might start leaving this platform and ig open on my computer (yet hidden snugly in a tab group I can close when I’m working on something haha) so the content doesn’t build up and overwhelm me when I log on daily! Actually typing this on my computer right now and it feels quite a bit better.

Anyway.

I feel like I go on socials just to chat about socials a lot ._.

It's been said to death already but honestly it’s so unavoidable when literal platforms are just slowly collapsing in on themselves and we as 21st century ‘internet’ artists have to reply on it so much to get our work out there; and it also doesn’t help that it has greatly warped our perception of art and consuming content in general/ altered attention spans/ changed the way we perceive others in real life and online.

Sns definitely has loads of plus points, but honestly I can’t see myself using platforms like these (maybe with the exception of tumtum ™️ because it’s cozier) if not for keeping in touch with art friends and their creations, and if I were to not want to share my art, or if I did not do art in the first place... which is kinda unthinkable tbh.

I felt different about online spaces back then, and liked to share photos of my outfits and pets on separate accounts, but it all started piling up and taking a toll on my mental health. I think managing so many accounts and seeing the notifs come in really fed the dopamine-hungry area of my mind in an unhealthy way, though it brought me away from my worries and daily life as a means of mental escape. Whilst right now, I am finally content with just one: my art page. It took some time for me to realise, and I'm sure many others have also experimented in similar ways.

Eh ah um, regardless I hope my thoughts, as well as the art I do share here can reach others that might be feeling the same way :')) Never really meant to share so many thoughts in this blog but it fell out; I guess I can't turn back now since I'm this far into writing this.

[samueldays]

Regarding the production and export of oil and gas, the Norwegian government has had the foresight to put the income in an investment fund for later use, with a rule that the state should only spend 3% of it any given year. If the fund can make at least 3% interest or return on investments each year, then the spending can be kept up indefinitely for future generations, instead of running out when the oil does.

So on one hand, it's misleading to say things like "oil income" when the oil income can't be spent directly. On the other hand, the Norwegian state has been doing this for over 30 years and gets better than 3% ROI, so at this point the 3% spending of the savings fund is in fact more money than the yearly oil income. :^D Future time orientation for the win!

Also, the homogenous population is a homogenous white population, which makes it much easier to have all those other things. Except for the free healthcare, which Norway doesn't actually have.

(Strictly speaking nothing is "free", the cost only moves around, but that's not my point here. Norwegian healthcare is not fully-government-subsidized, either. Norway has copayments.)

If you analyze white Americans as though they were their own nation, you'll find they have higher wages and a stronger middle class, are better educated, etc. A lot of them would be even happier if they didn't have to live around blacks. Whites could also have more paid vacation time if they didn't have to pay for blacks. Net by racial group, white Americans pay several hundred billion dollars a year in government transfers to black Americans.

I realize some people are uncomfortable with this, but the alternative to being uncomfortable is frequently being delusional about where wealth and happiness come from. Norway's high wages are in part an effect of Norway's less destructive and more intelligent population that can do advanced technical work. America has regular news stories along the lines of "Despite Triple Murder, Ernest Lee Johnson May Be Too Retarded (IQ 67) For The Death Penalty" which result from the tail distribution of America's large population of stupid violent blacks, who are very hard to make a productive middle class out of. A lot of people are unaware of the greatly disproportionate stupidity and violence found among black Americans (the latest year-on-year stats indicate that the black murder rate is over 10x the white murder rate), and so they make very ignorant statements about the downstream effects of this stupidity and violence because they don't see the cause.

I'm going to dwell on the Ernest Lee Johnson case for a bit, because it exposes yet another side of why America sucks: there's a political faction in America which seems to have a bizarre love for misery-inducing murderous retards like Johnson.

(The letter link there is broken for me; you can try here.)

A brief summary of Johnson's major crime: was robbing a store for drug money, shot the three store workers, then beat and stabbed them to death with hammer and screwdriver when they didn't die of being shot. He was firmly into "hang the fucker dead" territory. He got a death sentence.

America has very very very strong legal protections and due process for people on Death Row, so Johnson was able to spend the next twenty years repeatedly appealing to jury, governor, court, higher court, yet another court, rehearing, attempted mistrial, and so on. Every single one agreed that the evidence of his guilt was overwhelming and the proper formalities had been seen to.

When he had finally exhausted his appeals and was due to be executed, enter Representatives Cori Bush and Emanuel Cleaver, and a few others with similar letters by other routes, by turns race-baiting and tear-jerking on behalf of the triple murderer. "Johnson is a son, a brother, an uncle and a dear friend to many." Yes; likewise his victims. Cori could stand to pay some attention to the murder victims and the bereaved here.

Some people object to the death penalty because they are overflowing with universal compassion for all mankind, and I respectfully disagree with them. Cori, though, has extremely selective compassion for the most wicked and not enough compassion for the rest of us to put in the effort of making a good argument, or even an honest argument.

Because Cori then claims that Johnson is intellectually disabled and the Eighth Amendment to the US Constitution forbids executing the intellectually disabled, therefore Johnson mustn't be executed.

The first part is a red herring; if Johnson is too stupid to answer for his actions and can't face the normal justice of "executed like a man" then the special justice he should get is "chopped down like a tree" instead, because the retardation does not change the fact of him (it?) being a proven deadly threat to be removed.

The second part is a lie: what the Eighth Amendment forbids is cruel and unusual punishment.

Then:

we are staunch in our belief that Mr. Johnson should be granted clemency because he -- like any person -- is worthy of retribution and care.

Retribution is a reason why he should be executed. Does Cori not know this?

[poealexholloway]

poster analysing

This poster feels like it is for before the two thousands, either 80s or 90s as there are only two colours. The poster feels a bit full, but it still feels alright to look at and isn't overwhelming. The main product is prominent on the left side of the frame and is positioned so that the perspective is looking up at it making it appear more impressive. The older style is shown in the design of the robot, being made out of simple and presumably easy to produce shapes. The text also concisely states the features of the product so you don't have to do too much reading.

I don't like this one. The colours feel too bland and reminds me of mould, the font is overly simple for the slogan, there is way too much writing, and the face looks like it's been faced against a fleshy mass. It's more likely that this is a label than a poster so the additional writing makes sense and the green contacts with the orange beans, so it stands out a bit more.

It's a poster that looks like It has been painted and is themed around Halloween. It feels very much like either the 90s or early two thousands and how horror was depicted around that time, particularly with the font used for the word heat and the orange y-red colour of the text. The amount of text is also very sparse, only naming the products, the titles of the event and the name of where they can be found appearing in the phone. Both of the products are in the centre with the colours contrasting against the purple blue background and the art style drawing attention to it.

This is going to have the bias of nostalgia for fallout games. This poster was only seen after the bombs had dropped 200 years previous and feels like it was styled around the 1940s or 50s. Going from left to right, the bombs are seen as a threat to the people in front of it who are looking towards the viewer. It has an effect I think but I don't know what it is. This line then proceeds, and draws the eye, towards the vault, which has light beaming out towards the vault tech logo and symbol, with vault boy standing prominently on the right. The line of people is designed so that it gives that feeling without having the detail, which fits for a time that had less detail than later on. The text is very simple and has sharp edges and corners which contrasts greatly with the rounded sides of the people and the hill.

This poster is from the bioshock series and so is styled on the 1920s which used alot of block colours and could be quite simplistic in various aspects. Given that it is quite close to the end of the victorian period, it makes sense that the floral patterns are used to highlight the main product as the pattern was often associated with wealth so makes the product feel better quality. The person on the bottle also curves around the logo which makes it stand out further, and the blue red and green all contrast with each other. The base of the bottle also curves up around to the image on the bottle. The highlighting of the logo on the front makes sense as it is likely the logo of the skill or game mechanic that this particular vigor provides. I like the 1920s styling and the floral patterns, it's a good combination of simplicity and frillyness.

this poster is okay, I'm mostly indifferent towards it with a bit of negativity.the post itself is very simple and feels unique, being made out of felly beans, but I think I have seen similar things. The mostly green colour scheme means that the pink jelly beans stand out and it gives across the watermelon feel due to the association of the colours. However the text feels very hard to read from a visual perspective and a grammatical perspective though that may be due to lack of sleep. The text also feels like it takes up too much space, I would have made the water melon bigger and the text smaller

This poster is clearly taking advantage of brand popularity as the thing in centre frame is the name of the ice cream in the identifiable font of stranger things with the name of a character from the show. The second biggest thing there is the ice cream, but it is also off to the side. The background is a slightly dark grey background with lighting focused on the ice cream, causing the text to be slightly in shadow, making the neon style red text stand out more. The text lighting can be shown in the same poster by looking at the stranger things logo at the bottom. This is another poster I'm indifferent to, it mostly feels like a picture of an object and I don't really care for it.

[bellsarefun]

The Bad Batch Headcanons [Favourite Thing About You]

【ｒａｔｉｎｇ：PG-13 and sfw! 】

【ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ：Lots of fluff with mentions of cuddles, hugs, and displays of affection. Mentions of Echo having body image issues [body dysmorphia].】

【ａ／ｎ：I've recently fallen in love with the Bad Batch and decided to give another wack at headcanons. It's been a while since I have written any.】

Hunter:

In all honesty, his favourite thing about you is your smell. Odd at first glance, in fact, it's why he keeps it a secret from you. But, there is a reasoning behind it.

He was genetically enhanced to have heightened senses and he carries the weight of his entire squadron on his shoulders, so suffice to say things can be a bit overwhelming for him. But, your gentle scent reminds him of nights laying beside you in bed. The times when he would put his clothes on for the day to find that they still smelled faintly of you from when you borrowed them the day before.

Hunter is often gone for long periods of time due to the missions that Cid tasks him and the squadron to complete. He can be gone for days at a time and he misses you greatly. So, he'll often leave his blacks for you to wear when he leaves so he can take them on the next mission.

To him, you are home. When you, Tech, Echo, Wrecker, Crosshair, and Omega are altogether safe and sound—that is this man's home and good lord does he miss it when you're not with them.

Crosshair:

Now Crosshair would never admit this, but he loves how you cuddle him after a long day—more specifically how your arms slide perfectly around him from behind.

He is constantly having to be on edge, alert, and aware of his surroundings. It is all he knew how to do when on missions during the Clone Wars and he always kept his sniper within arms reach of his bed. But, when he's in your arms in his bunk and you're pressed against his back he feels like he can relax. He would die before he would admit it, but you can tell that after a while all the tension would melt away from his shoulders.

Crosshair isn't an affectionate man by any means, it takes a lot for this man to give you a kiss or a hug on a good day. His form of affection is snarky, sarcastic comments. But, don't take it the wrong way, this man is touch starved.

He can barely sleep without you pressed behind him anymore, so much so, when you tried to return to your own bunk one night he refused to let you.

Wrecker:

Wrecker is the king of displays of affection, he will always pick you up to hold you close, he will lead you around by holding your hand, and loves wrapping you up in his arms. He will cuddle you any time of the day regardless of who's watching.

He loves every part of you, he can't really name a specific part because he will snuggle all of you regardless. But, you have noticed that he has an affinity for your hands. He always touches them, plays with them, and places them on his cheek whenever he wants. His favourite thing to do is compare the sizes of your hands and he will comment how small and cute they are in contrast to his own.

If you ever say you don't like your hands due to blemishes or scarring (or any other reason why), he will gasp loudly and kiss your palms, fingers, and snuggle them.

Wrecker has never outright said why he likes your hands so much, but you have noted repeatedly that he especially enjoys when you cup his face gently in your hands—placing small kisses on his face.

Tech:

The bluntly honest man that he is, Tech has answered repeatedly when you asked him what was his favourite thing about you was. Obviously, after a long explanation, he said that he said that he likes your eyes.

He likes that you give him your full attention and he can see within your eyes that you actually process his words. He admits it's what made him fall in love with you in the first place. The other members of his squadron don't always want to listen to him, but you give him all your attention with focused eyes and all. He also likes the colour of them and likes how they light up when you say his name.

Tech finds it cute how he can catch you looking at him with a smile on your face and he'll often deliberately point it out so he can see your cheeks redden with a blush.

When the two of you are heading to bed, he'll wrap you in his arms and kiss your eyelids as gently as he can. All the while, he'll be talking or reading allowed to you in order to help coax you into sleep.

Echo:

Echo is a simple man, he loves the sound of your voice. He likes the way you say his name, the way you hum him to sleep after a bad nightmare, and how you will never fail to give him words of affirmation when he isn't feeling the best.

He's been through a lot and he thought he would never find someone who views him more than his prosthetics. You understand that they are a part of him, but aren't the only aspect of him that you love. When he gets nervous about not being able to give you what an ordinary person could, you remind him with that sweet voice of yours that you wouldn't have anyone else in the universe.

Echo often finds himself listening to your every word, he swears he could listen to your voice for hours. He especially enjoys it when you would tell him about your interests and the way your eyes would light up melts his heart.

The loving, gentle, tender words you would mutter to him and only him in the late hours of the night is something he would never trade for the world.