#I really think I tried to play it cool too but internally I was freaking out

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Okay, so watching the original Star Trek and every once and a while Kirk will mention how nice it'd be if he could do the Vulcan neck pinch too and one time Spock even says, "well I TRIED to teach it to you" and like, skill issue tbh, because I once successfully did it with zero training.

So when I was a teenager I'd often walk to my friend's house and hang out there after school and she had a younger brother. At the time the two of us were somewhere between 15-17 and he was 11-12ish. Since my friend and I were both short he was about the same height as us.

One day I'm there and my friend and her brother start beating each other up, like, physically attacking each other, which, okay, fine, fair. I can't remember why I decided to join? intervene? but I suddenly felt the desire to be a part of things and help my friend. So I walk up to her unsuspecting brother and for some unknown reason I apparently thought, "let's do the Vulcan neck pinch on this kid" because??? I guess??? when else would I have an opportunity to try it???

I don't. I don't think I expected it to actually work, but dang, I grabbed that kid's shoulder, squeezed and he went DOWN, dropped to the floor. I am. stricken and shocked and stop immediately. The kid is still conscious and going, "ow, ow, what the heck, what did you do?!" my friend is similarly confused but like, not mad xD and I'm standing there like, "CRAP did I just permanently injure a child?!" (no, I did not, he's fine, he still lives in the same town and my mom has seen him in the post office as an adult akfjhkjagdsfkljdg)

Neither my friend nor her brother had ever seen Star Trek so I had to try and explain. It did effectively stop the fight though. To this day I'm still not sure if the kid didn't fall unconscious like in the show because I did the technique badly or because Star Trek embellished it. But the fact of the matter is I made someone drop to the ground using the Vulcan neck pinch and whenever Kirk mentions not being able to do it I get to yell "I CAN!" and it's very satisfying. xD

[vinnyvamppp]

Hello! I remembered this trend on TikTok where gfs would pick their bfs up and sit them on the counter. I was wondering how Mark and his variants would react to their normal civilian gf doing that to them (or attempting to—). It doesn’t have to be anything long! It can just be short descriptions (if you end up taking this request). 🙏

“Sit. Stay. Counter.”

Note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. This is the cutest, thirstiest, most deranged and adorable request you could’ve given me after the symphony of smut I've published.

Warnings: Possible, but minor war crime... Oh, and some sexual tension. (Everybody's a freak-bob cause I couldn't resist.) Special request at the end.

Synopsis: In which you, a mere civilian with either questionable upper body strength or pure audacity, attempt to lift various overpowered Viltrumite men and sit them on the kitchen counter like they’re your pretty little trophy husbands.

Mainstream Mark/Variants x Fem!Reader (could be GN, “she” is only mentioned in monologue moments.) WC: 2,585

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Mainstream Mark You try to play it cool and act like you’re just walking into the kitchen to kiss him, but your hands suddenly slide to his hips. Mark’s mid-sentence when he freezes, eyes narrowing with mild confusion and a flush creeping up his neck. He chokes on air. Like, actually makes a startled noise because he doesn’t expect it—you lifting him?! “Wait—woah—are you trying to lift me right now?? Babe??” He ends up doing a little hop to help you, laughing nervously, and then sitting there grinning while you kiss his nose like you just won a prize. And you do it! You actually manage to get him up there with a grunt and a full-body lift. That’s enough to make him freeze in awe, stammer a protest, and then immediately try to take over. He's bashful but secretly really into it. His legs swinging like a kicked puppy who just found out he’s got a hot girlfriend with strong arms and intentions. He keeps glancing down at you, smiling like he’s trying not to make it a Thing™… but he’s definitely thinking about it during sex later. Internal Monologue: She’s… trying to lift me? She’s actually—wait, she’s serious. Okay. Okay, don’t make a sound. Don’t ruin it. Act casual. Act like this isn’t the hottest thing that’s ever happened to you. Is it weird if I help? No, don’t help, she might stop. Holy shit—she’s strong. I’m marrying her. We’re already married. Is it weird if I say thank you? I’m gonna say thank you. Oh my god, I’m hard—how am I already hard?! FOCUS.

If You Can’t Pick Him Up:

Mark immediately tries to help you. Like, sweet-boy trying to do a little hop into your arms. When it doesn’t work, he laughs, wraps his arms around you, and says, “You trying to carry me or climb me?” And then he picks YOU up, kisses you stupid, and places you on the counter instead like the princess you are. You’re upset, but this is less embarrassing than the way your knees knocked when you tried.

You two doom-scroll until you’re caught up on the latest trends, his camera roll is FILLED with videos.

｡𖦹°‧ No Goggles Mark You don’t even get a chance to lift him. The moment your hands settle at his hips and you square your stance, his head tilts slowly, lips curled into a "what the fuck are you doing?" grin. He stands there like a little shit, just barely helping, making himself heavy on purpose so you struggle. When you get him halfway and grunt in frustration, he’s already giggling. “Oh no, my weak little arms, I’m too precious to be carried—” BUT he lets you do it ABSOLUTELY. And sits up there all relaxed, legs dangling, eyes wide like you’ve just unlocked a new level of hotness he wasn’t prepared for. He’s biting his lip, watching you like you just grew a second head.  “Dude… that was so hot, I think my dick twitched. No, wait, it definitely twitched.

”You finally get him up there and he melts. Full on spreads his thighs, hands braced behind him, eyes half-lidded like he’s beckoning you to challenge him. He leans in all cocky, asks if you’re manhandling can be a daily occurrence, he strives to irritate and entice. Internal Monologue: Oh my god. Oh my god, she’s doing it. She’s gonna lift me. This is it. This is the moment I fall in love again. God, I love this woman. Look at her face—so determined. So serious. She’s feral. She’s hot. I should say something gross. No, worse. Feral. Say something feral. Should I ask her to grip me while she’s at it? No, wait—what if I fake being heavier so she gets mad? Yeah. Yeah, this is peak romance.

If You Can’t Pick Him Up:

He laughs, obnoxiously loud, and then says, “Okay, wait, no no—do it again. I swear I’ll behave. Kind of.” When you give up through bated breaths, he leans down, “You know what happens now, right?” Then he just drops to his knees, palms on your hips, mouth already moving toward your inner thigh. Failure means nothing. He's thriving.

凸( •̀_•́ )凸 Mohawk Mark You don’t ask or warn, more or less appearing like an apparition to try. The second you do, he plants his feet and makes it difficult on purpose. “The hell are you doing?” he mutters, brow arched, not moving an inch. He’s gonna make you work for it. Full smirk, arms crossed, with an amused gleam in his eyes. He wants to see if you’re serious. “You think you can move me? C’mon, then. Show me.”  If you get him even halfway up? He’s shocked—but laughs.

The second you groan, he grins and not in a mocking way, but like he’s daring you to earn it. Eventually, you throw your full weight into it and manage to boost him up, and he lets out a sharp exhale like he wasn’t ready to be dominated like that. But now? His eyes are locked.

“You trying to flip the script on me, babe?” he mutters, grinning. “That’s cute.” He doesn’t move. Just pulls you between his legs, forearms on your shoulders, already hard from the show of strength. He loves when you challenge him. His chin nuzzles within the splayed hairs of your mohawk, utterly plotting. Internal Monologue: Ain’t no way she’s trying this. There’s no way. She knows I weigh like 180, right? All muscle? What is she—wait, is she gritting her teeth? Oh shit, she’s serious. Okay, hold on—do I let her? Nah, make her work for it. Just a little. Play it cool. Act smug. Maybe flex a little. She likes the fight. And when she gets me up there? Game on. She’s gonna regret this—in the best possible way.

If You Can’t Pick Him Up:

He stares down at you with an amused smirk and doesn’t budge. “Oh, babe. You're adorable.” Then he scoops you up like you’re nothing, walks you over to the counter, and spanks your ass as he sets you down. A genuine cackle crawls from his throat as he watches you squirm. Somehow in that amount of time you produced a bucket of sweat.

This is now free rein for you two to begin mischievous plots together. ദ്ദി/ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\ Omni Mark 

He blinks… slowly, then squints. He knows what you’re doing the second you square your stance. And he lets you try with a silent but palpable curiosity, his expression unreadable. “Are you lifting me?”

Your hands slide to his hips. You push and grunt once before he finally eases up just enough for you to get him seated. He lets you do it, but there’s a heavy pause—like he’s trying to figure out why it’s affecting him so much. He’s used to being the strongest, but this? This little moment of tenderness?

He ends up gripping your waist. Staring at you for a few long seconds with that haunted, love-struck look. Then says, very softly: “Again. Do it again.” He almost uses this as a form of training, his quiet ego making him believe you shouldn’t be able to lift him even an inch, but you’ve made him grow soft… so much so, that he’s willing to give into you. Internal Monologue: Is this a power play? She's reaching for my hips—intentionally. No hesitation. That’s bold. I like bold. Is she trying to prove something to me? Or to herself? It doesn’t matter. She's close now. She's warm. Her heartbeat’s fast—excited. Not afraid. That’s… rare. God, she doesn’t know what this is doing to me. I haven’t felt this way in decades. Don’t moan. Don’t grab her. Don’t break the counter. If You Can’t Pick Him Up:

He watches you try and fail with an unreadable expression. Then he slowly smiles. “You tried,” he murmurs, brushing hair from your face. Just what did you expect? He's almost pure muscle and you quiet after a few seconds. “Let me show you what that earns you.” And then he lifts you onto the counter as if you weigh nothing but touches you like you’re everything.

ूाीू Sinister Mark There’s two possibilities: He sits himself up there the second you try, smirking the whole time and watching you like prey. Or… your lucky latter where you catch him off guard. You make your move when he’s lounging, of course. And of course, he lets you. Because Sinister Mark? He wants to be put on the counter. Not because he’s submissive, but because it means he gets to lean back, legs spread, hands behind him, smirking down at you like you just set a trap for yourself. “Go on, then,” his expression says. “You touched me first. Let’s see how far you take it.” “Make it worth it,” He says with a cocky drawl. He’s already hard before he sits. And the moment your fingers wrap around his waist, the moment your breath hitches, he’s watching you unravel with strain and loving every second.

And once he’s up there? He stares at you like you just became his favorite obsession all over again. He taps his thigh like it’s an invitation. Come kneel, sweetheart. You started this. Internal Monologue: Ohhh. Look who wants to play alpha. That’s adorable. She really thinks she can lift me? She doesn’t even know what this is gonna awaken in me. Look at her go. Little grunts. All that effort. Shit, it’s hot. Alright, I’ll help her just enough. Give her the win. Let her think she’s got the power for a minute. And then? I’ll spread my legs and watch her come undone trying to handle it.

If You Can’t Pick Him Up: He’s smirking the whole time. He won’t help AT ALL. Just watches you strain with a low, lazy look like “You’re adorable when you try.” Your teeth grind together and just as you’re about to blow the lid, your hands droop to your sides.

And when you give up? He instantly grabs your neck, walks you back three steps, and lifts you to the counter with one smooth motion. “See? That’s how you take control.” Then he spreads your legs. Your plan just backfired beautifully.

♛ Viltrum Mark You’re subtle about it... or so you think.

But before your fingers even graze his hips, Viltrum Mark’s gaze locks on you. He doesn’t move, not even the quirk of his facial expression. Just tilts his head like he’s already dissected your plan six moves ahead. It's usually unnerving, but somehow endearing during displays of affection. He lets you try, but every motion is being filed away with every tug.

You lift, push, and egregiously strain. And finally, he helps, just barely, so you can get him onto the counter. He sits there, legs open, gaze cool, and an imperceptive smirk. Like he’s letting you play at control while deciding how long he’ll indulge you.

But there’s something in the way his knees tighten around your hips… the way his fingers graze your wrist just a little too slow. He’s not mocking you, he’s considering you… and that's somehow scarier. You walked in thinking this was a game. Now you’re between his thighs while he decides whether to devour you or play the long game. Internal Monologue: ...She’s making contact. Hands on my hips. Interesting. Is this an attempt at dominance? Or flirtation? Or both? She knows she’s mine, right? She knows touching me like that wont work, right? And she’s still doing it. God, I want to ruin her. She’s lifting me. She’s lifting me? I should snap her in half. I should worship her. I should bend her over the counter instead. No—I’ll let her have this. It’s killing me.

If You Can’t Pick Him Up:

He watches you strain and your muscles flex as your arms tremble with visible veins. And when you fail, he just steps closer—silent—gripping your jaw like a warning, leaning in until his lips barely brush yours. “Try again,” he’d whisper if he ever needed to speak. But he doesn’t, he’ll wait and let you squirm. Then push you back against the nearest surface and remind you who the apex predator is.

He’ll indulge in these silly trends just to see your reactions.

ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ Shiesty / Hooded Mark

Lets you with a raised brow, hands relaxed at his sides, like he’s judging your form but not stopping you. He wants to see how worthy you are, after all, you’re dating him. The second your hands touch his hips, he knows. He doesn’t help you either, just stares, obviously amused. His eyes showing faintly beneath that veil, teeth flashing beneath the smirk he’s not bothering to hide.

Once you do it, he leans forward, forearms on his knees, staring right into your eyes. “You always this bold?” He rasps, “Mmh. You wanna show off, huh?” he’d say if he were feeling generous. But instead, he just stares until you squirm under the weight of his limp body.

You get him up there—eventually, with him purposefully being deadweight. And now he’s fully manspread, head tilted, fingers tugging on the hem of your shirt with teasing violence. “You wanna be in charge?” his body language says. “Then do it. Impress me.” Internal Monologue: Is this foreplay? It feels like foreplay. It feels like she’s trying to do something reckless and pretend it’s casual. Mm. She’s touching me like she thinks I’ll just let her. Should I let her? Nah. Not yet. Gotta make her work for it. Look at her muscles flex. Look at her face. God, she’s hot like this. If she gets me up there? I’m flipping this whole kitchen upside down. She wants dangerous? I’ll show her dangerous.

If You Can’t Pick Him Up:

You’re frowning before you know it, staring up at him as if this is his fault for instigating. He absolutely lets you fail. Then he chuckles before grabbing the back of your neck and dragging you flush against him, whispering against your jaw like a threat and a promise. “What a shame. You started this, too.”  He loves that you think you have control. He’s about to take it back too.

He totally endorses testing out strength related trends, this starts a series of public embarrassment of him carrying you.

(╥‸╥) Masked Mark 

He lets you and he actually melts. He tries not to show it, but the moment your arms wrap around him and you lift, even just a little— His cheeks flush. You don’t even make it to his hips before he starts getting nervous. Not scared, just flustered, like his brain short-circuited the moment he realized what you were trying to do.

He says nothing but sits there, blushing, fists clenched on the counter beside his thighs. Like if he says one word, he’ll start whimpering. He’s obsessed with being handled like that, or even, the idea that you want him, even like this? It wrecks him in the softest way possible. His fingers grip the edge of the counter as he stares down at you with a pleased and light chuckle. He watches you like you’ve become something dangerous and perfect.

Internal Monologue: She’s… she’s touching me? Oh my god. She’s trying to lift me. That’s—it’s cute. It’s hot. I don’t know what to do. Should I help? Should I just melt? I don’t want to mess it up. Her hands are so warm. She’s so confident. She’s going to break me. This is embarrassing... I think I’m in love again. I want her to ruin me. I want her to carry me into the sun. Oh god—I’m gonna lose my mind if she grips me again.

If You Can’t Pick Him Up:

He sees you try and panics—“Wait, no no, don’t hurt yourself—” He laughs. He looks down, ashamed. But when you kiss him? Tell him it’s okay? He drops to his knees, hands shaky, mouth open, ready to serve. “I can’t be lifted,” his body says, “but I can worship you just fine.”

A/N: let's be real... everyone's a freakzoid with how much Mark and Eve get it on in the show.

MasterList ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚ SCRIPT FLIP - What if the reader doesn't struggle at all?

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Mainstream Mark 

You wait until he’s brushing his teeth, humming some tune, and mumbling to you. You're mid-convo while he's rambling about something innocent, maybe a new spare costume from Art, maybe breakfast—and you just… scoop him. You sidle up behind him, say nothing, and just lift him, legs tucked under your arm, shift your hips, shoulder to his waist, like a perfect Olympic carry. Before he knows it, you’ve hoisted him over your shoulder like a sack of sex-starved potatoes.

“Wha—babe?? I—I can fly???” He’s flailing a little, holding onto your shoulder like “why is this working???”  He can’t believe this is happening. He doesn’t resist. He doesn’t know how. “You can’t just—! I mean, you can, obviously, but—holy shit."

You set him on the counter like you just bought him for sale at a warehouse, and his jaw drops. His face is beet red. His muscular thighs press together instinctively; shocked, SOMEHOW fully hard and ashamed but proud. His fingers run over his eyes, sighing to himself before staring at you through his lashes.

“...Okay. That was kind of hot. Are we gonna talk about it, or…?”

He’s not okay, no, he’s better. You’ve just revealed a strength kink he didn’t know he had. You lean in, hands on the counter beside his hips, and smirk. He’s speechless, eyes wide, trying not to let you see how turned on he is. He fails as his head turns at lightning speed to rinse his mouth in the sink, he returns to his place on the counter like a good boy before his hands roughly reel you in, his minty fresh tongue prodding your lips without hesitation.

His Inner Monologue: Okay, okay, don’t panic. She’s strong. She’s insanely strong. I didn’t know that was possible. I mean, I guess I always suspected but like—DAMN. Is it weird that I’m into this? No? It’s fine. Totally normal. Don’t get a boner. Don’t—oh god. Okay. Smile. Play it cool. Act like you didn’t just get bench pressed like a cheerleader. CONTROL YOURSELF. Everything about her is so… Sweet boy is on his phone the second it’s over, scrolling TikTok with you, stammering the entire time. “I mean, I guess… I didn’t know that was a thing? But yeah, yeah—it’s kinda cool. Cool-cute. Cute-cool. Shut up.”  He’s red in the face. Can’t stop thinking about it.  Absolutely let's you do it again. He now peers over your shoulder whenever you scroll social media. He isn’t sure whether he should prepare himself mentally or physically…or even at all for the charades you might pull. He’s playfully terrified, but oh so enthralled.

｡𖦹°‧ No Goggles Mark

He clocks it instantly, and his head tilts, mouth quirking into a suspicious grin—like a cat who knows he’s pretty. Of course, he would. It's lensless Mark, and let's be honest… he's definitely pulled pranks and made memes out of your reaction to send you during arguments.

You just walk up like you’re on a mission. He doesn’t move when you grab him, in fact, he makes it harder—just to be a shit with no assistance. Just a dry, "this oughta be good" look on his face. But then… his grin falters. “Wait—what are you—Dude. Babe. Babe. You’re not gonna—OH MY GOD—”

You lift him like ITS NOTHING, one arm under his knees, one across his back, like some twisted bridal carry—but halfway through, you grab him by the waist and shoulder, and in one powerful motion, you toss him over your shoulder instead. You sling him easily like you’re about to carry a sack of bricks to hell. He loses his mind. “Oh my god. Okay. This is real now. You’re actually carrying me. I—I think this is working??? I might be in love.” “THIS IS A CORE MEMORY.” “Dude. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I need you to do that again. Take me.”

He’s laughing and moaning and definitely trying to grind against your back simultaneously. Even spitting out things he KNOWS will irritate you. It's like he’s short-circuiting, fighting the urge to beg you to spar with him and wanting to grind himself into a puddle. You drop him on the counter, and he just stares at you—eyes wide, hair tousled, pupils blown.

Inner Monologue: Holy shit. Dude. DUDE. I’m being carried, like, full hoist. I should be fighting this. Or saying something hot. But I’m close to whimpering. Is this what being prey feels like? I like it. I hate it. No, I love it. This is love. This is lust. This is spiritual. Am I about to propose? God, I’m so gone. She’s gonna use this against me forever. ...I hope she does.

You give him a smug once-over, hands on your hips like you just completed a flawless routine. He’s already panting, fingers twitching against the counter, legs spread instinctively. You lean forward, close enough to feel his breath hitch. “Still think I’m too soft to handle you?”

He groans really loud “Okay, wow. That was weirdly hot. That’s it. You’re coming home with me.” He goes full gremlin, and I mean more than usual. He teases you relentlessly about it for a week and starts fake-limping like you injured him. But secretly? He’s watching his back. “Dude, next time just say you wanna dom me. I’ll throw myself into your arms, easy.” He’ll search “dominant girlfriend lifting boyfriend trope” on Tumblr at 2am.

凸( •̀_•́ )凸 Mohawk Mark 

He’s posturing, arms crossed, smirk heavy. You wait until he’s talking shit. He’s leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, mouth mid-rant about something some other variant did wrong. Probably threatening violence or about to call you a smartass.

Something about how you couldn’t handle him and about your “cute little arms,” and how he’d break you before you got the chance to try anything bold. That’s when you step in close, hands sliding around his waist, a dangerous little smirk on your lips.

“You gonna try to lift me again?” he asks, almost with an amused gleam but something that encourages you regardless. 

You don’t give him time to finish. You grab him by the thighs, shoulder into his stomach, and he’s airborne before he can blink. He hits your shoulder with a grunt, eyes wide, palms on your back. He was hauled as if you’d done this a dozen times before.

“The fuck—HEY—what the hell?!”

He yelps, yes, Mohawk Mark yelps. The way his hands grab at your back says he hates how much he likes it. You walk him across the room and drop him on the kitchen counter like he’s not 180+ pounds of alien muscle and attitude. His ass hits the granite with a thud, and he stares at you with a raised brow.

And then he grins, obviously impressed. You were always his favorite version of you. “You really gonna manhandle me like that?” He snorts, licking his lips. “You better fuck me after this, or I swear—”

Inner Monologue: No way. No fucking way she just did that. You let one woman pick you up and suddenly your dick’s got a mind of its own. Nah. Hell no. That’s hot though. Shit. Look at her face—like she didn’t even break a sweat. Damn. Okay. This is happening. Don’t get soft. You are not the prey. You’re the damn predator. You’re just letting her win. For now.

You stared down at him as if granting yourself a tribute. You lean forward, slide your fingers under his chin, and tilt his face toward you. His pupils blow wide. His smirk twitches, more like slants, very obviously. “And if you don’t… I’m gonna rail the shit outta you for that,” he mutters, already half-hard.  “...And I’m still gonna let you do it again.” Acts like he’s over it, but you catch him doing push-ups in the middle of the night. He keeps testing you: “Bet you can’t do it again.” Immediately gets hard when you can. He doesn’t need to search trends when he already knows you unlocked something for both of you.

♛ Viltrum Mark

He’s mid-mission debrief, completely in control, arms crossed, expression unreadable, per usual. You step into his space like you’re going to kiss him. He’s used to your usual distractions, you’ve grown awfully bold recently. As much as he decline to admit, intimate gestures made by you have grown more meaningful.

And then you hoist his royal Viltrumite ass over your shoulder. He freezes and you can feel every muscle in his body go tense. The carry was truly your best efforts. Your hands locked, body braced, hefted over your shoulder before he realizes what’s happening. He’s fully rigid against you.

He doesn’t say a word, but his cock twitches with a jolt . Its sudden, so much that he’s internally disappointed in himself. His hands tighten on your back, his jaw tensing in silence. You’ve just short-circuited centuries of dominant, imperial Viltrumite wiring in one motion.

You sit him down, but still, he stays silent. Watching you and almost… burning? She lifted me. She LIFTED me? You set him on the counter, slow and casual, and step back like it was nothing.

Oh, man. You don’t know what you’ve just awakened in him. “You touched me. You lifted me,” his stare says. “And now I’m going to touch you back—and not gently.”

He says nothing. But he’s hard. Breathing slower. Eyes darker. You’ve just violated the natural order and he wants more.

Inner Monologue: This is impossible. This is unacceptable. This is the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to me. She has no idea what she’s done. She touched me like I was hers. She moved me like I didn’t weigh more than her car. I should punish her. I should worship her. I should bend her over the counter she dropped me on and rut until I forget my name.

You lean in to speak—but he grabs your throat, lips hovering just an inch away. He hust stares, his eyebrow jumping slightly as he scrutinizes you under his gaze. His lips suction to yours as his strong hand keep you tucked away against his chest. And claims you an hour later. He doesn’t talk about it. He doesn’t acknowledge it. But from now on, anytime you walk behind him he tenses. Like you might strike again. He lets it happen once… maybe twice. By the third time, you’re the one on the counter.

Don’t push the boy too far, okay?

ദ്ദി/ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\ Omni Mark

You lift him without warning. Not because he didn’t expect it, but because you did it so easily. One moment he was standing, the next he was over your shoulder, dead silent. He doesn’t resist, but rather watches you as if anticipating your shenanigans. You approach and grab his hips. You lift him over your shoulder, and his eyes flicker, barely, before going wide behind you.

You carry him like a queen dragging her knight back to the throne. Set him on the counter, legs spread, hands braced behind him. 

“...Impressive.” “You know that wasn’t necessary.” His voice drops an octave. Something seductive, maybe even dangerous. “...Do it again.”

It’s not just desire, it's a curiosity, like he’s testing what else you’ll do. More like, what else he’ll let you do. What it means to let go. He killed his father, he continued his mission, and yet you test his patience daily with the full confidence he won't harm you. And he knows… he could never bring himself to. Every day you prove another reason to be useful, even in smaller ways like now. You set him down, and he doesn’t speak. His face simply quirks into something more lighthearted, an amused huff leaving his nose as his arms cross over his broad chest. Rather, he just stares for a long moment.

Inner Monologue: She lifted me. Effortless. Like I wasn’t the most dangerous thing on this planet. I’ve never allowed this. Never wanted this. But with her… I crave it. Her hands on me. Her strength. Her boldness. It makes me feel something primal and unfamiliar. Something terrifying. Something I don’t want to end.

You don’t say anything. You just rest your hands on his thighs causing his muscles to twitch and his breathing to stutter. His voice drops an octave and his eyes are blown wide. He’s calm, so calm its scary. And the way his hand settles on your hip as you walk away? He’s basically obsessed.

He reaches for your wrist and pulls you in. And finally lets go of his inhibitions. He now sits in chairs you can’t reach from behind. He’s not afraid, but every so often, he says—dead serious— “You’re going to do it again. Aren’t you?”

ूाीू Sinister Mark

He knows, you haven’t even touched him yet and he’s knows. That twitch in your fingers, the way your eyes narrow with a plan, or the barely-concealed grin trying to ruin your face.

“You’re thinking about something dangerous,” he hums, not even looking up as he leans back against the counter. “That little face you make when you’re frustrated? Precious. I love that look.” Your funny prank suddenly became something to prove. His eyes followed the line of your jaw, watching as it tensed. “Look at you. All attitude and no plan. It’s honestly impressive how consistent you are.” You don’t answer. You just step forward, plant your hands on his thighs, and hoist him up—full shoulder carry, deliberate, not asking for permission. He doesn’t flinch when you grab him and doesn’t blink when you lift him like a plaything. He lets you as his arms relax, cock already hard against your shoulder.

He doesn’t struggle, albeit he’s surprised, but his all-masking smile is like a customer service blanket from him raging internally. And when you drop him onto the counter like you’re mounting a prize, he stays still for a second. Just looking at you. Grinning slow. “Ohh… oh, sweetheart. That’s dangerous.”

He chuckles in your ear. Voice low. Teeth sharp. “I hope you know what you’ve just done.”

“You lift me. I break you. That’s the new arrangement.” His eyes read, are you trying to start something or finish it? You don’t respond, only smirking, which is worse.

His hands slide behind him on the countertop. Legs part, slow and lazy, welcoming but a trap nontheless. He tilts his head, studying you like you’re a riddle he already solved—but wants to hear you tell it wrong.

“C’mon then. You had all that confidence when you picked me up—let’s see what you do with me now,” he murmurs, gaze growing heavier. Then, smiling, “I like my toys begging and breathless.” You really thought he’d let you get away without consequences? You start, and he finishes; that’s usually how this goes. You were so pretty when you pouted at his light jeers. He was afraid you’d grown boring, yet every interaction pulled something new, something worth taking. He finds this all adorable, but is honestly... kind of a chatty brat during the whole ordeal. Not for long anyway.

Inner Monologue: Oh, she’s bold today. I like it. She wants to flip the script? Let her. Let her think she’s got control. I wanna see how far she takes it before she starts shaking. God, her hands feel good. Confident. Dangerous. Maybe I’ll let her think she won. She didn’t… did she? No. ...Then I’ll pin her down and make her beg to lose again. He lets you lift him again. Why? Because he knows where it ends. If you ever approach him with another trend, expect it to end covered in sweat and tears. It seems you’ve gotten the roles confused on who’s dominant... or did you? (PEG THAT MAN)

ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ Hooded Mark

You wait for the exact moment when he’s halfway into a smug line, something like “You always act brave before you break”—and then you grab him mid-smirk. You two are constantly at odds over who’s stronger without the use of powers. The obvious answer is him, sure, but your ego doesn’t allow you to submit. He doesn’t flinch, but you can feel the slight hitch in his breath as you hoist him over your shoulder, one arm under his thighs, the other bracing his back.

“You’re not—” whoop “Shit—okay.”

He lands on your shoulder upside down and utterly speechless. He respects and resents you currently. Yet, he’s amused. “Oh, this is new. You better start prayin’ once you put me down.”

You drop him onto the counter, and he stays seated, head tilting, smirk twitching. “Fuckin’ hell. You strong now, huh? Pick me up once and suddenly you run shit?” His hand proceeds to keep down your lower back. You nod in response, proud of yourself. “Yeah? That supposed to scare me, babe? ‘Cause all it did was make my dick twitch.”

He doesn’t stop you, nor does he stop the raunchy gestures. Just grinds against you the entire time with lazy amusement. Your perseverance is something he never shies away from, even in the bedroom when you’re determined to match him. Something about it awakens something feral within him. 

When you set him down and he was already scheming. Already licking his lips. There’s a glint behind the lenses of his mask—something hot, wild, and very aware. “Alright. You win this round.”

He leans in, lips brushing your jaw.

“But just wait ‘til I’m on top next time.”

Inner Monologue: Okay. Interesting play. Sudden. Clean form. Surprising core strength. I respect it. She's trying to flip the power dynamic? Bold. Noted. But how far will she go? Is this a one-time power move or a recurring kink? …Is it mine now? I might make it mine. She doesn’t know what she’s started. She’s so hot when she doesn’t ask for permission. He’s acting normal, cocky and unbothered. But the next day, he’s straight petty. He’s watching his back… but he’ll never admit he kinda liked it. (He absolutely jerked off thinking about it.) After a while he accidentally conditioned this as a form of foreplay. Your bedframe is in danger.

(╥‸╥) Masked Mark

He’s mumbling something under his breath. Sitting on the edge of the bed, unarmored, quiet, vulnerable. Which makes it the perfect time to strike. You lift him without warning. You bend down, arms around his thighs, and hoist upwards. His breath catches, and he yelps, a soft and shocked sound, arms flailing for a second like he forgot what stability was. His body locks. “Wait—wait—you’re not really—oh my god.”

He melts physically, emotional… maybe even spiritually. You shoulder him effortlessly and strut toward the counter. He says nothing else. Just goes completely limp in your hold, like a captured princess with bloodlust.

You set him down gently. His fists clench against his thighs, his chest rises and falls like he’s panicking, but also… vibrating. You’re not even halfway done teasing, but he’s almost certain he’s pitching a tent. Sure, he loves you and all the qualities that come with but his body and mind can’t seem to communicate properly. He sighs, this isn't something to be hard about.

He looks up at you like you just saved his life before dropping his head in his hands. “No one’s ever done that before,” he whispers in his head. “Please do it again. Please do anything. I’ll let you. It doesn’t just have to be because of a trend. Deal?”

He doesn’t look up. But if you do, you’ll see the most pathetically hard, desperate expression he’s ever worn.

Inner Monologue: She touched me. She lifted me. I was off the ground. I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe. She just manhandled me like I wasn’t dangerous. Like I was safe to touch. Like I was hers. Holy shit I’m gonna cry. I’m gonna cry AND cum. Can you do both? What if I sob into her shirt? Is that hot? Please do it again. Please do worse. Please never leave.

You lean forward, kiss the corner of his mouth, and feel him shiver like a wire about to snap. “You liked that?” He nods, tense and oddly quiet and still hard, but he hasn’t said a word. He’s never forgetting this. And he’s never forgetting the horrors your phone allows you to exploit from his sensitivity. He starts flinching every time you get too close from behind. “Wait—are you gonna do it again?” But lowkey? He wants you to. He wants to be your strong little passenger princess on the low. Googles “can strength be sexy” like 6 times. Starts sleeping with one leg over you like he’s afraid you’ll float away or pick him up again.

[always-azriels-princess]

Hi I love your imagines of azriel I was wondering could you do a one where azriel is jealous beacuse someone from the night court is getting to friendly and Y/n is indulging that someone beacuse she thinks azriel is out of her league .

A/N: girl thank you so much that literally brightened my whole day!

I have no clue if they do presents on the summer solstice but just roll with it :)

This didn't go exactly the way i planned it but I think it turned out ok. hope you like it!

Also i'm so sorry this took so long, I took like a month-long Tumblr break

Warnings: angst, fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

I'm Right Here

The sun shone brightly down as you walked down the cobblestone street, shopping bags filled with summer solstice presents. Gentle rays shone across your face and brightened up your eyes. A smile graced your face as you looked up at the sky, a flap of wings momentarily casting shadows across your body. The owner landed beside you and immediately took your bags into his own arms. His shadows immediately tangled in your hair and wove up and down your body.

"Well hello to you too" you giggled, twirling your fingers as the shadows danced between them.

The corner of Azriel's lips turned upwards as he remarked, "I think they like you better than me at this point."

You teased, "Well of course they would, what's not there to love?" It was a rhetorical question, so you started walking, expecting he would follow behind. What you didn't hear is how Azriel mumbled, "My point exactly," before falling into step beside you.

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That evening was the solstice bonfire, a party that was attended by more than half of Velaris. The red and orange flames drifted higher and higher, embers that looked like flying stars circling all around.

You stood on the side, quietly observing the festivities. Dancing wasn't really your thing, seeing as you had two left feet in the opposite shoes. A drink in your hand, your gaze drifted across the couples dancing and nodding their heads to the upbeat song currently playing, until it caught on a male standing in the shadows.

You could feel your lips turn up as soon as you found him, and you started making your way over. He was glaring at the party-goers, oblivious to you, as his shadows loped over his shoulders and up and down his body.

You snuck around the tables that had been set up, filled to the edge with every type of food you could imagine. As you reached him, you stretched your hands out in an attempt to cover his eyes. Before you could touch him, you felt the cool kiss of two shadows grabbing onto your wrists, dragging your arms down and pulling you around until you faced their master, a sheepish look stretching across your face.

"Whoops," you laughed nervously. "Wrong person, sorry."

You tried to back away slowly, but scarred hands gripped your hips, bringing you back.

Azriel's hazel eyes stared down at you, the reflection of the bonfire glinting in them as he quirked his lips. "Wrong person? Who, pray tell, were you meaning to sneak up on? I know you surely made made a mistake because you should know that would never work on me." He bent down until his lips brushed against the outer shell of your ear. "I've trained you much better than that."

You hoped the fire would be a sufficient reason for the flush spreading across your cheeks.

Az leaned back, a smirk adorning his lips. You internally frowned, thinking it wasn't fair for him to look like a freaking Adonis. His hair fell perfectly across his brows, and you wanted nothing more than to tangle your fingers and run your hands through it. How could you ever compare to him?

A pang of self doubt laced through your heart, and your minuscule frown became apparent on your face. You quickly schooled your features, but your emotions were not lost on Azriel.

He tugged you gently. "Hey hey, what's wrong?" His eyes searched yours, automatically trying to fix the problem he didn't even know was there. His shadows wrapped themselves comfortingly around you, tangling in your hair.

You smiled slightly, "Nothing Az. I'm all good."

He looked unsure, but then nodded, eyes still noting your every move. You smiled again, one a little more genuine, and then tugged your hand from his. You immediately felt the loss of warmth and missed his touch.

"I'm going to get a drink, ok? I'll be right back," you told him.

Azriel smiled gently. "Don't be too long, I need a dancing buddy."

You smiled in amusement. "Riiiiight, we'll see about that. You might need a medic buddy instead, after that disaster."

You turned around, heading towards the drinks table, completely missing Azriel smiling wistfully at your back.

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As you poured some fruity drink into one of the fresh cups on the table, you saw a shadow approach you in the corner of you eye and you turn, grinning. Your smile immediately falls when you see the fae male standing in front of you, the complete opposite of who you wanted it to be. Blonde hair, blue eyes, arms and shoulders devoid of any floating wisps.

He smiled nervously, and your heart sank. "Oh no," you thought. "This was going to end badly."

"Uh, hey?" The male cleared his throat. "Ahem, I meant, hey." His voice was suddenly two octaves lower and you couldn't help but giggle at him. His face lit up, as if delighted to have gotten a reaction from you. He continued, "Yea so, I saw you from all the way over there," he points to the other side of the clearing, "and I thought you were really cute, so my stupid friends dared me to come over here and talk to you, and it's totally fine though if you don't, but I just ask that you pretend to be sad and then walk away or something so I don't get teased for the next month." He cut himself off and then grimaced. "Sorry I start ranting when I get nervous."

You assured him, "No, seriously, don't even worry about it. The exact same thing happens to me literally all the time."

He looked relieved, and stuck his hand out. "My name's Aric."

You smiled and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you," you said, smiling slightly.

Your mind automatically thought of Azriel, waiting patiently for you back at the edge of the dancing. You glanced back, seeing if you could spot him from all the way over there, and your heart dropped. There he was, talking to a pretty Illyrian female who was smiling up at him like he had hung the stars in the sky. You swallowed with a lump in your throat, and turned back to Aric.

You didn't even realize he had been talking the whole time. You interrupted, saying, "I'm so sorry, what was that?"

Aric laughed nervously, "Oh, I was just asking if you wanted to dance?" The end of his sentence curved up at the end, like he was asking a question.

"Oh, umm..." you hesitated, but then thought of Azriel clearly enjoying his time with that female, and replied, "you know what, I would love to."

Aric's face relaxed, and a deep breath escaped him as his face showed a look of pure relief. "O-ok, great!"

The male took your hands and led you to the center of the dance floor, before wrapping his arms around your waist. But before he could even touch you, a muscled arm grabbed his arm and twisted sharply. Aric cried out in pain, and Azriel bent down to his level.

"If you ever go near her again, I will rip this arm off, rip out your nails, stab them in your eye, cut off your feet, and shove them down your throat." He says it quietly, but it was unmistakable the overwhelming amount of anger and rage he was barely able to control. He was practically vibrating.

You snap out of your shock, and grab his arm, trying to get him to let go of the male. His grip finally loosened, and Aric ran off with his tail between his legs. Azriel turned slowly, as if fearing the scene behind him, as he rightfully should. He stepped forward, closing the distance between you. It was silent, and then you crossed your arms and said, "I'm going to give you 10 seconds to explain".

"I know you're angry," he started, his hands coming up to pull you even closer. "But he was touching you where he shouldn't have been. What was I suppose to do?"

You scoff. "I don't know, maybe LEAVE US ALONE!"

Azriel's hands come up in a placating position, "Sweetheart-"

"Nuh uh, don't you 'sweetheart' me," you respond. "You had no reason to interrupt. You clearly shouldn't have, seeing as your female friend ran off as well." You motioned to where the two had been standing.

Confusion flitted across his face. "Who?"

You sighed, exasperated. "The pretty Illyrian you were talking to like five minutes ago!"

The confusion stayed on Azriel's face, before it disappeared and an adoring expression took its place. He teased, "You mean Alycia? The Illyrian I rescued from a wing clipping two years ago who I was just congratulating on her engagement?"

An embarrassed look passed across your face, and Azriel chuckled.

He took a step impossibly closer, his voice soft but firm. "Angel, there is no one else for me but you. You're mine, and no one can touch what's mine."

You rolled your eyes in disbelief. "Azriel, what are you talking about?"

"Exactly what I'm saying, sweetheart. I've been trying so hard to get your attention, but nothing I do works."

You blinked, confusion flooding your expression. A kernel of hope planted itself in your chest. "What are you saying?"

Azriel hesitated, but then decided it was now or never. "I can’t pretend like I don’t care about you, because I do. More than I ever thought possible. I'm saying I love you, angel."

You expression was unreadable. Your lips parted, as if to speak, but nothing came out at first. Your eyes searched his, looking for any sign of hesitation, but there was none. You smirked, "Well that's good Shadowsinger, because I love you too."

You closed the gap, pressing your lips against his, slow at first, and then it was like fireworks exploded. His hands wrapped securely around your waist, and your hands finally tangled in his hair like you had always dreamed about. It was like everything else, the music, the people around you, had faded away and the only thing left was the beautiful male standing in front of you.

You regretfully pulled away, and leaned your forehead against his. "I never in a million years thought this could happen."

Azriel pulled away, "Now I'm confused; what do you mean?"

"Well, you know, you look like you, and I look like...well, me." You explain it as if it's the clearest thing in the world.

Your male responded, "Sweetheart, I don't think you understand just how amazing you are. You are so kind, and smart, and funny, and so amazingly gorgeous I thank the gods every day just to have met you. I am the lucky one here, and I am going to spend every waking minute reminding you of that."

You smiled softly up at him, your eyes misting over.

Azriel straightened up, smiled a full, genuine smile, and said, "Now, I think it's time you owed me that dance."

[devildomditzy]

You’re late for your date.

Like, Late late.

And of course, if the situation were switched, you wouldn’t have minded.

In fact, you would have expected it.

But you are you and Mammon is Mammon.

So of course, his leniency for being ignored is next to zero.

He leans against the front door inside the common room of the House of Lamentation. And he looks at his watch.

4:00

4:00

You’re an hour late.

And of course, Mammon tried to play it cool at first, swiping through his D.D.D with an unimpressed look on his face. He’s cool. Nonchalant. His brothers can’t know he’s internally freaking out;

Because he’s totally not.

Of course not. No way. Not over you of all people.

But he can’t hide the jitters so graciously given to him by his nervous system.

“Are you being stood up?”, Satan calls from a nearby armchair in the room, not bothering to look up from what he’s reading.

“I ain’t being stood up! They’ll be here, they’re just…busy. Yeah, that’s it. They’re busy.”

Asmo lays upside down on the couch, scrolling on his own D.D.D.

“Of course they stood him up, they’d much rather go on a date with mwah”, he gloats from his position.

“Oi! Shut up will ya?!”, Mammon screams back, now standing rigidly, hands balled up at his side in anger, leaning into the conversation, ready to make it an argument.

As he takes another breath to get a word out, Satan cuts him off.

“Where were you going anyway?”

“Yeah, where?”, Asmo brightly echos back.

Mammon sighs, body relaxing as he slouches back into his leaning position.

“We were supposed to go to Devil Coast ‘bout an hour ago. But of course MC ain’t got a bone of urgency in their body.”

He grunts, frustratingly looking down at his D.D.D. Twenty-five messages. No replies. What was up with ya?

Asmo cackles wildly, “Maybe they forgot about you, hm?”

Mammon’s face begins to heat up with anger.

“Listen here you little-”

Satan once again cuts him off. “We all know there’s no way they’d forget about Mammon. He’s much too loud”, he says, turning his page.

“Would y’all shuddup? Jeez”, Mammon’s tone becomes lethal in a way his brothers know they should stop pushing, so they do, shooting each other concerned glances.

“Have they texted you back at all?”, questions Satan.

Mammon sighs, “No, not yet.”

He looks down at his phone, scrolling through your message thread.

2:50 PM

Mammon: Yo! Ready to go?

Mammon: I’m by the front door, I’ll be waitin’ for ya.

Mammon: Remember to bring your coat ya dummy, cause I ain’t letting’ you borrow mine this time!

Mammon: Okay

Mammon: Maybe I would let ya borrow it if you really needed it and were shivering and stuff and needed The Great Mammon’s help to warm ya up.

Mammon: But you gotta say please 😜

2:57 PM

Mammon: Alright, where are ya?

Mammon: Thought we agreed on 3:00

Mammon: Do ya need more time gettin’ ready?

Mammon: Tryin’ to look good for your first, huh?

Mammon: I’ll wait a little longer for ya.

3:10 PM

Mammon: Hurry it up, will ya?

Mammon: I understand wantin’ to look nice, but it’s ten after! Ten!

Mammon: Ya know, you’re the only human that keeps me waitin’ like this!

3:30 PM

Mammon: Okay, yer bein’ kinda ridiculous right now.

Mammon: I mean come on, ya gotta date with Mammon. THE Mammon. Ya know how lucky you are?

Mammon: Alotta people would kill to be in your position.

3:35 PM

Mammon: But of course I wouldn’t go with them. I wouldn’t go on a date with anyone but you, okay?

Mammon: That’s why you need to get yer ass down here!

3:40 PM

Mammon: You’ve got some nerve makin’ THE Mammon wait around for ya!

3:45 PM

Mammon: Whatever, isn’t like I wanted to go out with ya anyway.

Mammon: I was doin’ this for you, ya know.

Mammon: Why would I wanna be see around with some lousy human?

Mammon: What am I, yer babysitter?

3:55 PM

Mammon: Look, I didn’t mean that, alright?

Mammon: Please come down.

“Are you sure they’re not asleep?”, Satan ponders curiously.

“Nah, I don’t think so. We’ve been talkin’ about this for weeks”, Mammon says defeatedly, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck.

“Are you sure they’re okay?”, Asmo asks, voice laced with concern.

“Okay?!”, Mammon shoots his attention to the avatar of lust. “Wah- what- why wouldn’t they be okay?”

Asmo looks around sheepishly, bringing his nails up to his lips to bite them, something he never does unless he’s either A) super stressed or B) covering something up.

Mammon steps towards his brother, anger beginning to boil, knowing what his mannerisms mean. “Whadda you know that I don’t?! C’mon, spill it!”

The urgency in his voice compels Asmo to speak, knowing how sensitive his brother is when it comes to you.

“Well… I promised them I wouldn’t tell you…”

“Tell me what?!”

His brother remains quiet for a moment.

“Asmo…”, Mammon threatens dangerously.

“Ugh, okay I’ll tell you”, Asmo sighs, mumbling quickly under his breath, “MC, please forgive me!”

Mammon stares at his brother impatiently as he starts,

“Well, MC came to me the other day after class. I knew something was wrong because there were tears in their beautiful eyes”, Asmo lays his hand across his forehead as if he were faint.

“Skip the dramatics and keep talkin’!”

“Okay, sheesh. So MC came to me and told me they haven’t been feeling very good lately.”

“What, are they sick or somthin’?”

“No no, nothing like that. More like, their brain feels sick? They said they don’t really know why, but they’ve been feeling bad about themselves lately - which I told them was totally ridiculous! AND I offered them a full makeover WITH facial and they denied it, but that always makes ME feel better.”

Asmo pouts before continuing, “Plus, with all the extra work Lucifer and Lord Diavolo have been giving them with the student council, they said they feel like they’re under so much pressure, they’re gonna crack soon.”

“Why ain’t they tellin’ me any of this!?”

“Because,” Asmo says annoyed, “they don’t want to upset you!”

“What? That’s ridiculous!”, exclaims Mammon.

Asmo matches his volume, “I know right?! That’s what I told them! But they said you were so excited about your date that they didn’t wanna ruin it- hey, where are you going!?”, Asmo yells as Mammon walks out of the room.

“Where’d ya think! I’m gonna go talk to MC!”, Mammon yells back.

So that’s why you weren’t there? You’ve been hurting? For awhile it seems, and you didn’t tell him?

He’s gotta admit, he’s a little hurt. But he knows this isn’t about him right now.

It’s about you.

Mammon didn’t know he would be nervous to see you until he was standing in front of your door. What if says the wrong thing and makes it worse? What if he can’t help you at all? What if he made you feel this way?

Okay. He realizes with that last one that he’s spiraling. Time to fix this.

He lifts a shaky hand to your door, knocking three times rhythmically - the one you know is his knock. And only his.

He cringes when he hears your weak voice choke out a small “come in”.

The room is dark; All the lights are out and it’d be pitch black save for the window next to your bed, illuminating your form, a shivering lump hiding under your blanket.

He lets out a sigh as he walks further in. He should have known about this. He should have been able to pick up on this. Boyfriend of the year, huh?

You sniffle as you pop your head out from under your hiding place.

“H-hey Mams”, you hiccup, giving away the tears that still stream down your face. “I-I’m sorry I ruined our date. I should have texted you, I-I just…”

Mammon walks till he’s leaning right over you, hands on his hips. “Uh-uh, I don’t care about that right now. What I do care about is you, mainly why didn’t ya tell me you were feelin’ like this before our date?”

The tone is his voice gives way to his own hurt, and you can’t help but start to cry again at the sound of it, knowing it’s your fault.

“Shh, shhh,” he quickly sits down on the bed next to you and puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. “I ain’t mad at ya or anything, I just wanna know why.”

He knows why; Asmo told him. But, he wants to hear it from you.

You pull your arm out from under the blanket (and Mammon’s hold) to wipe your face. “I’m fine really, it’s just”, you sniffle, but Mammon cuts you off.

“Ya clearly not, c’mon MC”, he says, oceanic eyes meeting yours and - it’s hard not to crack under that gaze. “Tell me what’s the matter, please.”

Mammon stares at you in silence, signaling that it’s your turn to talk, and he would quietly listen. As long as you trust him, he’d always listen to whatever it is you have to say, no matter what.

You sit up a little straighter, pulling your arm out from under the comforter to wipe your tears. Composing yourself, you look into his eyes. His face softens at the sight.

Clearing your throat you start, “I don’t know. I’ve just been so overwhelmed.”

“Overwhelmed with what? All that work Lucifer and Lord Diavolo keep pushin’ on you? Tell ‘em to shove it!”

You shoot him a dangerous look. “We both know I can’t do that.”

“Sure ya can, I do it all the time!”, Mammon proudly declares, making you smile brightly and chuckle.

“And you always end up hanging from the rafters”, you laugh.

“I never said I got away with it”, he replies, smiling just as brightly back.

Your giggle peters out as you begin to speak again. “I’ve got so much more work to do and so little time to do it”, you frown. “And I’ve been pushing myself really hard! And- I dunno. I guess it’s taking a toll on me.”

“Yeah, Asmo said you were havin’ it pretty rough.”

At the mention of Asmo’s name, you shoot upwards in shock.

“He told you?!”

“Course he did. Did ya forget which ones of us you can trust with secrets?”.

You grumble in anger. “That little - UGH! I’m gonna kill him.”

“Let’s put murder on the back burner,” Mammon says, pushing your shoulder to lay you back down in your slouching position. “How’s ‘bout ya tell me what’s really bothering’ ya and I’ll help ya threaten the primadonna later, yeah?”.

You give him the side eye, but collapse under his gaze. Curse those eyes! You swear he can put you under some kind of truth spell with those things.

“Fine. I guess… it’s just… I…”

“Any day now, Treasure.”

You make an exasperated noise and glare at him. “You know it’s not fair to use that word on me when I’m upset.”

“When you’re upset at me. And yer not upset at me right now, right? Please say right”, he finishes his sentence with a sense of urgency, now worried that he could be the cause.

He’s wracking his brain for anything he could have said or done recently that made you upset. Are you mad at him cause he teased you the other day when you did your makeup differently. He told ya he only did it cause he liked it. Are you mad because he cheated off of you in potions class? Well, he’s your first, dammit! You should be helping him anyways. That’s what a loyal subject does.

“No, no it’s not you. I just haven’t been feeling very good about myself lately.”

“What! That’s ridiculous!”, he shouts and - he’s trying to be helpful in his own way, but his raising voice makes you wince. He notices, quickly shifting his tone. “I mean, what’s there not to like, doll.”

You smile to yourself at the nickname. He’s trying his hardest to be sweet. You should try your hardest to let him in on your thoughts a bit too.

“I don’t like the way I look. I’m not pretty, I’m not cool, I don’t even know what you see in me.”

“Don’t be dumb, MC!”

“Mammon, look at you! You’re you. You’re one of the seven demon lords of hell, you’re a whole model, and you’re one of the coolest guys I’ve ever met - Devildom, Human Realm, or celestial! You know you’re hot, so I’m worried…”, you trail off quietly.

“Worried bout what, MC?”, he asks at your hesitance, worry evident in his eyes. He places his hand on top of yours on the bed without breaking eye contact.

“…I’m worried that one day you’ll realize you’re too good for me and leave.”

“Leave? Whaddaya talkin’ about? How would I leave? I live here too ya know”, he says, poking your nose.

“You know what I mean, Mammon”, you say swiping his hand away from your face. “You’ll leave me.”

Mammon rolls his eyes, waving a hand towards your direction dismissively. “Oh yeah, I’ll leave you alright. That’s exactly why I was waitin’ for ya at the door for an hour to take ya on a date. Cause I wanna leave ya soooo bad. Do ya see how ridiculous you sound?”.

You sigh, eyes looking towards the bedsheets as you play with his hand that has found its way back to yours. You don’t look up as you speak. “See, I didn’t even come down for our date. Or text you. I just moped around up here. Im a terrible partner. And I’m sure you’re gonna realize it soon.”

Mammon makes a ‘tch’ noise with his tongue, before grabbing you by the chin and making you look into his eyes, making you gasp in surprise.

“And ya think I’m such a great boyfriend, huh? I’m just the best? The guy who spends his free time at the casino runnin’ up scams? The guy who used ta blame his screw ups on ya to get outta trouble? Yeah MC, I’m a real peach. Cream of the crop if ya ask me”, he lectures, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“What are you trying to say”, you question, grabbing his wrist to take his hand off your chin, to which he carefully obliges.

“I’m sayin’ that I’m not so great myself. But you still love me, right?

“Yeah, and?”

“Exactly. I’ve got flaws, we’ve all got flaws, even father had flaws, clearly”, he mumbles the last part under his breath.

“I wouldn’t stop lovin’ ya over any dumb thing like looks or status. In fact, I can’t think of a single reason why I’d stop lovin’ ya, ya dumb human. Sorry ‘boutcha luck, but yer stuck with The Great Mammon forever”, he jokes, ruffling your hair.

“What about when I die? I’m human, you’ll outlive me by a long shot. Don’t you want to be with someone, I don’t know, with the same…life span as you?”

“Nah, I’ll still love your dumbass skeleton when you’re a stupid ghost.”

“How romantic.”

“Listen. My point is I’m yours and you’re mine. That ain’t changin’, alright? And I’m not mad ‘bout our date, we’ll reschedule it. Just next time, ya could let me know before I stand by the front door for over an hour like a jackass. My brothers got enough to make fun of me over already.”

He pulls a little smile out of you with that last one.

“And about all that student council junk Lucifer and Lord Diavolo keep thrown’ on ya, I’ll talk to them. Maybe they’ll let you divide it up between all of us, alright?”.

You sniffle, wiping your face once more and shaking your head in an affirmative nod. “Sounds good. Thank you, Mams. I’m sorry.”

“C’mon now, quit yer apologizin’. It’s fine. You apologize for somethin’ like that again, I’m tellin’ Beel you ate his pudding from Madam Screams.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, I’ll dare alright, ‘n then some”, he jokes, tackling you to the bed. “Why don’t we watch a movie or somethin’. You gotta make up the lost date time you owe me.”

You laugh at his antics, agreeing. “Okay, okay. I’m on it.”

As you sit in front of your shared DVD collection to pick tonight’s selection, you throw your voice over your shoulder.

“Hey Mams?”

“Yeah?”, he asks from his spot on your bed, scrolling on his D.D.D.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime, Treasure.”

[kissatsumu]

⋆˚✿˖° HOLD MY HAND <3

— synopsis: first time holding hands with the seijoh 4 (oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, iwaizumi)

— genre: fluff! sfw blurbs. character x gn reader

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

he’s surprisingly nervous, just to even hold your hand. he is the type of guy who never really had much dating experience. so he’s definitely overthinking everything. despite his tough exterior, he is a little bit of a softie for you he’s been crushing on you for way too long. everything you do makes his heart race.

“hajime,” you call for his attention as you approach him waiting at the outside of your classroom. “you don’t have to wait for me everyday, you know? don’t want you to be late for practice” you smile as you pack up to leave with him; he started a little routine of walking with you from your last class of the day to the gym for volleyball practice.

“i don’t mind,” is all that iwaizume said as he picks up your bag for you and urging you to follow him. you quickly thank him for carrying your bag, deciding not to tell him he doesn’t have to do that as well.

you walked beside him through the hallways of seijoh. you recapped each other on your days. but the hallways were so full that you ended up grabbing onto iwaizume’s arm. and his heart nearly stopped.

suddenly you feel him pull away from you. your eyes widen, scared that you made him uncomfortable. but your fears are quelled when he grabs onto your hand and lace his fingers with yours. he tries to play it cool but he is freaking out internally!!

you two finally make it to the gym and he kind of wished he didn’t have to let you go. “i’ll see tomorrow, hajime,” you smile with a squeeze to his hand. you both turn your heads to the gym, hearing snickering coming from the building (of course it’s oikawa and hanamaki who were giggling to their underclassmen how “iwa-chan is talking to his crush over there >ᴗ< !!”)

he just rolls his eyes before turning his attention back to you. “have fun at practice!” you say and iwaizume brought your hand close to his face, lightly kissing your knuckles. he mumbled out a simple “i will” before letting go and running into the gym, hoping you don’t notice his flustered face <3

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO

hanamaki is the type of guy who is already touchy with his friends (with consent of course). like hugs, arm thrown around shoulders, playful poking, ect.!

one day he found you painting your nails. you noticed that he seemed interested in what you’re doing. “want me to paint yours?” you ask, expecting him to say no but he shocks you with an enthusiastic yeah. he sat down crisscrossed on the floor across from you. “do black. make me look cool,” he says. you roll your eyes at him. you glance over at the nail polish options you have with you. “don’t have black,” you say to which makki pouts at. you pick up the bottle of light pink nail polish and unscrewed the lid.

“pink?” he asks. “yeah- it matches your hair!” you tell him while you take his hand in yours and bring the brush to his thumbnail. “you’ll look so tough don’t worry makki.” and he laughs at that.

he didn’t think about how you were holding onto his hand until you were on the third fingernail. yeah he’s made skin contact with you before but your undivided attention placed upon him and your hands gently holding his seemed to get him to think about it more.

you focused your eyes on hanamaki’s hands while he focused his eyes on you face, observing all your features and the concentrated look on your face. he smiles and watches you finish his left hand and move onto his right one. he starts talking to fill the silence.

you finish makki’s nails and tell him to let them dry as you put away your nail polish. he shakes his hands around a bit in an attempt to get them to dry faster. you smile at the sight of your strong and well-built friend who stands over 6 feet tall, sitting on the floor admiring his new pretty pink nails.

he thanks you <3 he takes your hand in his, interlocking fingers. “we’re matching now,” he says softly, smiling at your hand clasped with his. he’s a bit embarrassed when he realizes he was holding your hand, but he’s too happy to care :>

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ MATSUKAWA ISSEI

matsukawa who has a tiny crush on his friend (you!). he really likes you but does not make any attempt to ask you out or confess. his way of flirting is literally just teasing you

one day at practice matsukawa hurt the ring and middle fingers on his right hand. he was practicing blocks and his hand made contact with the ball wrong and ended up hurting his fingers bad. he walked off the court to take care of it. he found the team’s first aid kit and stepped out of the gym and into the corridor to take a breath and wrap his fingers.

he was struggling a bit since he had to use his non-dominant hand to fix his dominant one. “Issei?” he picks his head up and sees you coming up to him. he calls your name back, smiling at the sound of your voice.

you make your way to him. “are you alright?” you ask while staring at his hands fumbling with the medical tape. and omg he’s going to use this situation to his advantage. he tells you how he hurt his hand and asks you for help. and of course you help him, not wanting him to end up hurting his hand more while struggling with medical tape lol

he’s such a little loser he’s smiling because you’re touching his hand so gently. “all done!” you announce to him. matsukawa stares down at his bandaged fingers. “thank you, y/n. you’re a big help.” he tells you but doesn’t want whatever was happening to end. “how does it feel?” you ask, your two hands still holding matsukawa’s one injured hand.

“still hurts,” he pouts. “you can give it a kiss to make it feel better,” he teases. the brief look of shock on your face nearly made him laugh. but to his surprise, you bring his hand to your face and place a gentle kiss on his bandaged fingers. “feel better?” you ask, staring up at matsukawa’s flushed face.

he stutters out a yeah and holds your hand in his. “i think holding your hand is helping mine heal faster” <3

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ OIKAWA TOORU

despite getting so much attention from girls at school, he is still a bit new to dating bc all his time is for volleyball. but out of the friend group, he has the most relationship experience. which confuses him even more. because why is he so nervous?? oikawa is talented , wanted by so many people, and quite charismatic; yet he gets nervous when close to you? he is racking his brain to figure out why he’s acting like that. its because he is crushing hard. biggest loverboy and hopeless romantic <3

you two were waiting at the train station together. you didn’t plan it yet the two of you happened to end up at the same place at the same time. he stood with you to keep you company until the train arrives.

he picks up a conversation with you. and he’s hanging onto every word you say. he notices how you’re shaking in the chilly weather. despite being bundled up, it was still cold at the train station. and seeing you shivering took a hit at oikawa’s heart.

“are you cold?” he asks you. his voice was tender, contrasting with his usual tone dripping with a tiny bit of arrogance. “I’ll be fine! don’t worry about me, Tooru,” you try to assure him but he sees your shaky shoulders and face flushed from the cold.

he brought his hands up to you. “may i?” he asks. you nod, not quite knowing what he was going to do. oikawa readjusts your coat so it’s covering your neck fully. then you felt his soft gloved hands take your cold ones. he held them together in a prayer position. its working. and oikawa’s small smile makes you feel just a bit warmer. he picks up conversation with you like he’s not doing anything.

your train finally arrives. “its here!” oikawa beamed. he lets go of one of your hands. but he continued to hold the other as he walked with you into the train. he stands with you; one hand holding the overhead handle and the other hand still holding yours <3

(if you point it out he’ll claim he didn’t even notice please don’t bruise his ego he had to work up a lot of courage to hold you hand)

notes: tysm for reading! this is my first post and i have not written in a bit so pls be nice :) interactions r appreciated

[that-tmr-girl]

What TMR Characters would be like during your first time

Aris

Slow and gentle

Nervous and doing everything not to hurt you or make you uncomfortable

Asks before everything

"Do you want me to give you head so it might hurt less?"

"Are you sure you're ready?"

"You promise you'll tell me if you need me to stop?"

"Can I move?"

Brenda

Made the first move

Eager but not pushy

Very straightforward and bold

Still teasing despite it being your first time but the build up makes it so much better

Gally

Has been waiting for this moment but hasn't said anything for fear of pressuring you

Tries really hard to go slow

Won't do anything freaky for the first few times

Has a safe word and makes sure that you remember it

"I've been thinking, and I think we should have our first ti-"

"Yes."

Harriet

Wasn't what either of you expected going into the night

It just sort of happened

Still communicates beforehand on what you both expect

It's comfortable and safe with her

Minho

Very confident in himself

Still checks to make sure you're actually enjoying it

Tries not to go too rough

Overall, makes a super lighthearted atmosphere

Newt

Keeping his cool on the outside but sort of freaking out on the inside

Takes his time so you both remember it forever

Asks before every little thing

Warns you every time he's doing something different

"I'm gonna use my fingers now, love. Is that okay?"

"Are you okay if I move?"

Sonya

Really excited

Very slow and teasing

The atmosphere is just overall comfortable and safe with her

Teresa

Knows what to do because she taught herself but is kind of hesitant

Internally afraid she'll do something wrong at first but gains confidence as you go into it

Very slow and careful lover

"Is this pace okay?"

"Are you alright?"

Thomas

Trying to play it cool but nervous

Probably more nervous than you actually

Sort of lost on what to do, but he's got the spirit

Takes his time

"This is good, right?"

"Am I doing okay?"

"Did I hurt you?"

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff, angst, it's really rushed :(

Summary → Peter Parker’s secret as Spider-Man causes complications in his relationship with Y/n, but after an emotional confrontation, they reconcile and move forward together.

(gif not mine)

It was a typical evening at Peter’s apartment. You and Peter were lounging on the couch, chatting about everything and nothing while the TV played softly in the background.

As you talked, the news came on, and to your delight, they began reporting on Spider-Man’s latest heroic act. Peter knew you were a huge Spider-Man fan, but he had never told you that he was Spider-Man himself. It was a funny little secret, and he enjoyed the way you gushed about his alter ego.

You immediately grabbed the remote and turned up the volume, squealing in excitement as you watched the footage of Spider-Man saving some kids earlier that day. Peter was taken aback by your reaction, surprised by how much it affected you.

"You really are a big fan of Spider-Man, huh?" Peter asked.

"Fan? I’m in love with him, Peter. He’s so kind and hot. Just look at him." He should have stopped you there, should have told you that he was Spider-Man, but he stayed silent.

That night, as you walked home from Peter’s place, you felt someone following you. You started to speed up, but suddenly, someone yanked you into a dark alleyway. "Give me what you have right now!" the mugger shouted, holding a knife to your throat. "Please let me go; I don’t have money. I only have books in my bag."

He pressed the knife harder, and you whimpered. "Then there must be something else you can give me." Before he could touch you, he was yanked back and webbed up against the wall. "You think you can get away with talking to a lady like that?"

Spider-Man then turned to you, noticing your shaking form. "Hey, you okay?"

You hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Spider-Man," you whispered into his chest. He hugged you back. "Come on, let me take you home."

You silently nodded. Yes, you were in love with this superhero, but you were still shaken by the incident. Spider-Man walked you back home. Peter was grateful that he had followed you in his suit to make sure you got home safely. If he hadn’t been there, who knows what might have happened. He didn’t even want to think about it.

_____

The next day at school, you couldn’t stop talking about your encounter with Spider-Man. You were absolutely glowing as you recounted every detail to Ned and MJ. Peter, meanwhile, sat there, trying to remain calm, though every time you brought up Spider-Man, his stomach twisted in knots.

"You should’ve seen him!" You gushed, practically bouncing in your seat. "He just swung down out of nowhere and webbed that guy like it was nothing. He’s so cool!"

Ned smirked at Peter, nudging him when you weren’t looking. "You hearing this, man?"

Peter gave him a tight-lipped smile, internally screaming. "Yeah... she’s really into him."

MJ, on the other hand, rolled her eyes. "Alright, enough about Spider-Man. Can we talk about something else?"

Peter was internally spiraling. He knew he should’ve told you the truth by now, but each time he tried, something stopped him. And the more you talked about Spider-Man, the more his guilt grew.

_____

Tonight wasn’t exactly Peter’s night. He was badly injured and knew he couldn’t go home—Aunt May would freak out, and the Avengers compound was too far away. His only option was to come to your place. He knew it was a risky and potentially dangerous move, but he needed help.

You were nearly asleep when you heard knocking on your window. At first, you didn’t pay much attention, but when it got louder, you reluctantly got out of bed, grabbing the nearest weapon—a baseball bat. You approached the window and, when you pulled back the curtains, you were shocked to see Spider-Man sitting on your fire escape.

You quickly opened the window, and he clambered into your room, clutching his side, which was stained with blood. "Oh my god, Spider-Man! What happened?"

"Hey, I could really use some help if you don’t mind," he said casually, despite the blood on your floor.

"Sit on the bed. I’ll see what I can find to help you," you said, trying to stay calm as you left the room.

Peter sat on the edge of your bed, doing his best not to wince. His side was throbbing, but he could feel his healing factor kicking in. He might just need a few stitches.

You returned with gauze, stitching supplies, cotton balls, and rubbing alcohol. "You’re lucky my mom’s a nurse, so I know a bit about first aid," you said as you laid everything out on the floor in front of Spider-Man and looked up at him from your position.

"Um, you need to take off the suit," you said, your cheeks flushing slightly.

"Oh, right." Spider-Man pressed a button on his chest, and his suit started to loosen. You helped him remove it and let it hang around his waist. You focused on patching him up, trying not to let your eyes wander to his perfectly sculpted torso.

He hissed and winced a few times as you stitched him up. You muttered apologies each time, feeling a pang of sympathy for his discomfort. After you finished, you began to clean up the medical supplies and put them away.

When you returned, Spider-Man was still sitting on the bed. The silence was getting awkward, so you tried to break it. "Um, my name is Y/n, by the way. What’s yours?"

"Nice try," he said with a sincere tone. "But thanks for patching me up."

"It was worth a try," you said with a small smile.

"I should get going and let you sleep," Spider-Man said as he stood up and started pulling his suit back on. He climbed out of your window and gave you a wave. "Goodnight, Y/n."

And just like that, he was gone.

After that night, Spider-Man started visiting regularly. He wasn’t always injured; he said he enjoyed your company. Your feelings for him grew stronger with each visit, as you cherished the moments you spent together, even if they were under extraordinary circumstances.

_____

After the ferry incident at Staten Island, Spider-Man stopped coming to your fire escape. You worried about him, but there was nothing you could do. The silence from his side was unsettling, and you missed the way he had become a part of your life.

Peter, too, seemed to be in a perpetual state of sadness lately. You did your best to cheer him up. You spent time building Legos with him and Ned, listening patiently as he ranted about his crush on Liz, even though it was painful for you. You had your own feelings for Peter Benjamin Parker—your crush on Spider-Man had evolved into something deeper. Meeting Spider-Man in person had made the idea of being with him seem like a possibility, and it only made your feelings for Peter more complex.

Despite your own heartache, you focused on supporting Peter. You hoped that by helping him through his struggles, he might eventually notice the way you cared for him and, perhaps, find solace in your company.

______

Peter finally mustered the courage to ask Liz to homecoming, and his happiness was evident. The gym, where the homecoming party was held buzzed with excitement. You, MJ, and Ned were chatting together when you noticed Ned waving at someone behind you. Turning around, you saw Peter entering the gym. But his face looked pale, as if he had seen a ghost. He approached Liz, said something, and then ran out of the gym toward the lockers.

Without hesitation, you followed him. You spotted his tie lying on the floor and searched a few classrooms until you found him in one of them. There he was, dressed in his old Spider-Man costume, which looked like an onesie.

"Peter?" You whispered, shocked.

Peter turned around, his eyes widening in surprise. "Y/n."

"How? Y-You’re Spider-Man? All this time, it was you?" Tears started streaming down your face.

"Why didn’t you tell me? You knew I liked Spider-Man! Why didn’t you stop me from falling for you?" You were crying uncontrollably now.

Peter began to panic. He had to stop the Vulture, but he couldn’t leave you like this. "Y/n, please look at me." He gently held your face in his hands. "I promise I’ll come back and answer all your questions. But I need to go now and stop the Vulture. Please don’t hate me." With that, he hurriedly left the room.

You went to the bathroom, cleaned yourself up as best as you could, and called your mom to pick you up, saying you weren’t feeling well. Despite the whirlwind of emotions, you texted Peter to let him know you were home, hoping he might come by to talk.

The weight of the evening hung heavily on you as you waited, unsure of what the future might hold but desperate for answers and closure.

_____

You waited for what felt like hours, but exhaustion eventually won, and you fell asleep. You woke up to knocks on your window at 3 in the morning. Rushing to open it, you were shocked to find Peter, covered in blood and bruises. Tears welled up in your eyes at the sight of him.

"Hey, hey, Y/n/n, I’m okay, I promise. Please don’t cry," he said, trying to reassure you.

"What happened?" You asked, your voice trembling.

"I caught him finally. Do you know who he was?" Peter said, his voice heavy.

"Who?"

"Liz’s dad."

"What? Oh my god, Peter!" You were stunned by the revelation.

"I know, I know. I don’t know what I’m going to tell her when I see her next."

Your expression hardened at the mention of her name. "Why did you play with my heart, Peter?" Your voice was cold.

"I-I didn’t mean to, I swear, Y/n. I liked you a lot. I still do. But when you started gushing about Spider-Man, I felt insecure. I felt like I wasn’t good enough for you."

"So you thought flirting with me as Spider-Man was a good idea? While you, Peter Parker, were planning to take Liz to homecoming?" Your anger flared, and you barely noticed his confession of liking you.

"No! Y/n/n, I swear it was never my intention. Asking Liz to homecoming just kinda happened. Yes, I had a crush on her, but to be honest, I thought getting her would be easier than getting you."

You were taken aback. "Wait, did you say you like me?"

"Yeah," he said, avoiding your gaze.

"You should have told me! None of this would have happened!"

"Well, you never showed any interest. All you did was talk about Spider-Man."

"Peter Parker, are you jealous of yourself?" you laughed, realizing the absurdity of the situation. You two started bickering like an old married couple.

"No, I’m not."

"It’s okay, Petey. Spider-Man is cool and all, but Peter Parker is a big deal to me."

"Really?" He asked, his tone softening.

"Really." You leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips, smiling as you pulled away.

Peter’s face lit up with a relieved smile, and he hugged you tightly. "I’m sorry for all the confusion and for keeping things from you."

"It's okay," you whispered, holding him close. "Let’s just focus on making things right."

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[cookietrains]

Klown Headcanons: (Killer Klowns from Outer Space, 1988)

General Headcanons: 

(TW for this section of headcanons. There are mentions of Klowns killing people/ animals, topics of mating/ breeding brought up - not explicit) some of these headcanons melt into more observation territory, but I try to expand on what I've learned either by the film or game. Also, I'm new to the Killer Klowns world, I've always known about Killer Klowns, but it never seemed interesting to me until I saw the Klowns. They're absolutely adorable, and I would die for them.

Each Klown has their own choice of comedy, it's like their second language. This is also a significant way of finding mates amongst each other, trying to impress their partners with laughs. I will list the Klowns' different types of humor below when I talk about each individual Klown. 

Every Klown has their own unique ability, that they learn over time to perfect it/ make it stronger. These abilities are learned in their youth and it's unique to the one Klown who has it (a lot of powers are similar but no two abilities are the same) some abilities can be taught to other Klowns, some can't.  

Lackeys (from the game) are a thing on their planet and serve as the Earth equivalent as an intern. The Lackeys go on invasion missions to learn how to later in life take over planets. This category of Klowns are substantially younger than the main cast of Klowns that take over Earth. There can be older lackeys but it's not very common and they are more likely to be sent back home because they’re a bit too slow for the younger Klowns. Proving to be invaluable to the team. 

They need to be cold. It’s due to their atmosphere back on their planet. Their bodies have to be colder to survive. Their version of a cool 71°F is about 62° .Around 50-60 degrees, which is perfect for them.

Klowns do not need water. Unlike humans, Klowns can have water but it has zero nutritional value. Unless it had a good bit of sugar in it. Klowns get their main source of energy from sugar. Their choice of their main food being human is because human blood is the sweetest compared to creatures of different planets. Adding cotton candy sugars to melt them down is like adding 8 bags of sugar to a gallon of sweet tea. To a Klown however, it's like having 4 protein shakes. 

There are certain foods Klowns would either have a natural allergen to, or they would be very adverse to it. I think one of these foods would be fish. I think a big reason for them hating fish is because it wouldn't melt right in the cocoons and would ruin the flavor. It's hard to make a fish sweet. It would be wasteful to the cocoon materials. If they're not allergic to the food, giving them one of these foods would make them violently ill. I like to think if a food they eat has too much salt in it would have this effect.

Speaking of their food, they also enjoy hunting humans the most for the chase. Nothing runs quite like people when they are freaked out. This is where the sadistic side of the Klowns really show (Some more than others). It’s just fun for some of the Klowns to play around with their food before finally cocooning them. Also, as seen in the film, no one is safe. Children and pets included. They're especially disrespectful to law enforcement/ anyone they would deem their rulers. 

This is already alluded to in the film, but I really like the idea that Klowns have already been visiting Earth (and other planets) for centuries before the events of the film and this is where the idea of Earth clowns came from. I’d like to add other things some poor souls might have gotten ideas from because they escaped the Klowns would probably include balloons, cars, the circus in general, the idea of aliens. A variety of things have accidentally been introduced to humans by Klowns over the many, many years they've tried to kill them. 

There are dinosaurs on their planet (as seen in concept art from Charles Chiodo) . I think this is so cute. I love dinos !!! Gushing aside, I’d like to add to this also. I think they also have other extinct animals on their planet, like mermaids, unicorns, mammoths, dodos, ect. I also think they actually have cryptids on their planet and the Klowns are not the scariest things on their planet. Some Klowns keep these creatures as pets also and they take animals from other planets as souvenirs/ keep them as pets if they don’t die from the different atmosphere. 

There's various ways of having and raising their offspring on their planet. The babies can either be made in hoards in a breeding facility. The facility is mainly used for invasion trips, making plenty of eggs / popcorn babies for the Klowns to take on their trip to distribute across the invaded planets. The Klowns don’t look down on either which way their babies are made, but most Klowns (if they’re not planning on going on an invasion) they typically prefer to have one mate and their own set of offspring to themselves. They mate for life with only one partner and they have two options on raising their offspring. They can either raise them themselves, or they can be given to a care center, where there are Klowns who specialize in caring for the little Klowns of various stages. They sometimes also engage in child exchange - where the Klowns give their offspring to a couple who cannot naturally have offspring. 

All Klowns are like family. Towards other species, they are cold blooded and cruel, but to each other they treat all other Klowns like family. Sure there are fights, but it's usually quickly resolved. There just isn't any sense in their own species fighting or killing one another. Obviously Klown death happens by the hands of other Klowns, it’s just very rare and odds are it would happen by the hands of a higher ranked Klown.  

Klowns CAN pierce their skin, but very few have it done (Rosebud had her ears pierced, from what I could see) Tattoos aren't a thing for Klowns. I feel like if Klowns were gonna have tattoos, Spikey would have some. 

Each Klown has their own specific set of knowledge and interests when visiting other planets. Some of them, while hunting, also want to explore the amenities of their prey (Like when Shorty and Rudy were rummaging through the convenience store) and some of them want nothing more than to just wreak havoc (Spikey and Slim come to mind when I think of the more chaos causers’). 

I know it’s a common theory, but I personally do not believe the capturing of humans through the balloon method has anything to do with turning a human into a Klown. The balloon serves as a capture tactic, specifically towards women (as far as we see in the film), but there’s no concrete proof that Klowns are taking only female humans in balloons. And I definitely don’t think they’re using humans as anything other than food. Perhaps accessories or study purposes. I think balloons serve as a type of way to store humans (like how we put cold foods in the fridge or freezers). The balloon slowly suffocates the human, killing them. But there may also be a type of air in the balloon that marinates the human/ makes them taste a certain way they enjoy. (Yes, i know i made my oc a human turned Klown. It's still fun to play around with the ideas. And it’s an interesting concept, I just don’t think it’s logical to the film, ya know?)

Just like on their invasion trip in Crescent Cove, Klowns are just as clumsy and awkward on their own planet. Their movements are supposed to be looked at as silly and uncoordinated (as per a clown). There are some causes to their mobility, the air pressure between worlds being vastly different. 

On their planet they don’t have shelves or stores like human versions. So none of the Klowns have to worry about being clumsy and falling over things. 

They don’t have a set schedule for minor things like sleeping. If you’re tired, go to bed. In Rudy’s case, he takes small naps throughout the entire day. Like 20 minute naps every 3 or 4 hours. 

All Klowns' noses are severely sensitive. It's a bit of a bump in the road for them (Evolutionary wise) when the most important part of their anatomy that could immediately kill them is smack in the middle of their face. Their noses are sensitive, but hitting them on the nose won’t kill them immediately. It has to be the force of, say a bullet. A very powerful, quick force. Along with their nose, they are also sensitive to loud noises. 

I like the headcanon that the Klowns nuzzle their mate's nose as a sign of immense trust and bonding, that’s just a cute thought. I love it. I’d like to add to the headcanon that if a Klown obtains a mate, even early into the relationship, they instinctively cover each other's nose to protect them.

Klowns look a lot like their larva self. They are born with pre determined facial markings and a hairstyle, they just won't be more prominent until they get older.

Headcanons Relating to Specific Klowns: 

(These headcanons include general headcanons, romantic headcanons, hypotheticals all mixed into one) TW:// some entries may include NSFW implications, mentions of death or killing, creepy Klowns that murder. Mentions of depression and suicidal ideation (not explicit, but mentioned) 

Rudy:

In terms of his type of comedy, Rudy likes/ uses a mesh of dark comedy and dry humor. Very deadpan and oblivious to his own jokes but loves it when his mate uses it. He thinks it's hilarious. 

He loves saying things that would normally be enthusiastic, but he says them deadpan. Just totally uninterested. 

Personality wise I think Rudy likes to study things and take his time learning what he can. As seen from when he first encountered the ladies at the store, he’s just as much a prankster as his comrades, tricking the girls into thinking he was an animatronic. Very fast thinking on his part. In general, he's very patient and observational. 

He is very nonchalant about EVERYTHING. Big Top could be crashing and burning, but Rudy: 😑

Would be a goofy dad. “Are ya winning, son?” Always making modern references and his kid just looks at him like no plz dad ;; ur killing me. He loves his child though. Very protective, very affectionate towards them. Cuddles are reserved for his mate and baby only, obviously.

I love the headcanon Rudy is a sleepy little guy ;; Because it’s so true. Look at him, look at those eyes. Sleep deprivation eyes. 

Giving him coffee would most definitely not work on him. Not because he’s an alien life form, but because he has adhd. Rudy gives me major adhd vibes. He's so busy around the ship because he is forgetting things almost all the time due to this.

He likes to learn through television. He’ll get so invested in what’s on the screen, he’ll forget what he was doing in the moment (someone please let him know not to trust everything he hears on media) 

Is the most curious of the Klowns, being more interested in sitting in the background and watching, BUT-

Rudy, in his free time, also likes to move around and would love a partner who dances along with him randomly or sings with him. As seen in The Dickies’ music video, Rudy is actually kind of a “star of the show” type guy, despite being more reserved on hunts, not doing anything too insane.

This shows me Rudy values stealth in hunting. Being a trapper would require stealth and observation from afar. But outside hunts? Rudy is… well, a clown! He likes cutting back and having fun with his coworkers. 

Likes hanging out with Shorty and Bibbo specifically. I could see the 3 of them causing chaos at an amusement park, having a blast on the scarier rides and all three of them raiding the concession stands. 

If Rudy was to take an interest in anything humans created, it would be rubix cubes or puzzles in general. 

Works with babies on his planet so he’s very gentle and patient when teaching others things. He is very, very hard to upset or frustrate 

Would be a pro at pictionary, not because he can draw well but because he thinks outside the box quickly. 

The way he shows his mate appreciation is through gift giving. In his mind, his mate deserves the world, so Rudy goes out of his way getting things for his mate. Would do the thing where he would find a pretty rock on the ground and would give it to his mate because it reminded him of them. Very cute. He’s also very doting to his mate. Rudy’s love language is quality time. He loves spending time with his mate. He loves cuddling with them and spending time watching shows with them. 

He also really likes it when his mate remembers small things about him. He really appreciates their efforts to think about his interests. 

I feel like Rudy would enjoy long story shows or shows he can get invested in with his mate and stick with it for a while. Shows like Grey's Anatomy, Criminal Minds, Game of Thrones. Honestly with Rudy, the more dramatic the show the better.

Spikey: 

Type of humor: Spikey uses more low brow humor. He says out of pocket things for the sake of being funny. Being a Klown, most of it is funny, it’s just random and out there.

Theater Kid Energy and a thrill seeker. The amusement park rides are not enough in terms of excitement to him. Direct him to the nearest 350 ft rollercoaster where you have to lay down (eugh… just thinking of that has me 😵‍💫)

Spikey, like Rudy, would love a mate who would randomly dance with him. He's not too much of a singer, but if you like to sing and you sing to him, even if it's “not the best” he would melt because of your voice.

Would not be interested in being a parent. The idea to him never looked appealing. He’s just not father material in his own eyes.

If by chance, Spikey ended up having a child and his mate was adamant on keeping it, he would be extremely doubtful of himself. Constantly questioning if he’s doing something wrong and terrified he would accidentally hurt his child. He ends up being the BEST parent. These are just internal thoughts that scare him. He’s very doting to his mate and child, always making sure all their needs are met and spoiling his little family. After a while, these thoughts would leave Spikey’s head and he would be a more confident parent. 

Would 100% do puppet shows for his child to calm them down and watch cartoons with them. 

Isn’t depressed but has thought of death more than once in life. Wouldn’t say he’s depressed at least. He’s just interested in the thought of what happens after they die? Klowns don’t really have a “God” per say… so I think a lot of Klowns would go through this thought process at least once. 

Is immune to being sick. Man has never thrown up in his life. 

^ From the previous point, he would be bitter about never being sick. Would feel excluded and would definitely ask “Am I Not Good Enough To Be Sick?? >:I 

He wants to be the surprising one out of the bunch and makes a big deal out of everything. In almost a cry for attention sort of way.  

He would be the most caring lover out of all the Klowns. Spikey gives off touch starved energy to me. He makes it up with his comedy type and being a lapdog to his mate. Constantly following them and making sure everything is okay all the time. Spikey is the type of partner to give his mate a goofy grin and wave from across the room, even if you've been together for years. Never leaves the puppy love phase for his mate. 

If he knew what it was, Spikey would love any sort of action video game. Some games I feel like he would enjoy are Contraband Police, GTA 5, Maneater, Outlast and Resident Evil. He would surprisingly be scared shitless out of the scarier games, but wouldn't admit to it. 

IS A TERRIBLE DRIVER. Do not let this man behind the wheel of ANY vehicle! Invisible or otherwise. Would treat street signs as checkpoints.

At home, he has like 10 exotic pets. At least one of them being a balloon animal that he was too proud of to let go. Don’t worry, he’s a really good animal dad.

On occasion Spikey really likes eating bananas. He HAS to leave the peel just lying around so he can watch someone else's downfall. Literally. 

Would be a huge cuddle bug. He wouldn’t want offspring but he would worship his mate. 

And he isn’t shy about showing others he’s in love. He’s all over his mate anywhere they go. Whether that’s cuddles, holding hands, kisses, scalp massages, shoulder rubs. If his mate is uncomfortable with PDA, he can learn to tone it down. But it must be made up in private, he just wants to be so close to his mate. Touch starved asshole. 

Does Drugs recreationally (loves if his mate joins him, but wouldn't love them any less if they didn't of course) 

If you can make him laugh, he’s putty in your hands. OR vice versa, if he really likes you and likes your laugh, he’ll be yours forever. He's a sucker for cut loose laughs. Ya know those unhinged, crazed laughs you can't control? It's his way of knowing you're comfortable enough with him to ugly laugh with him.

Gentle Hands! He has to have gentle hands to do the types of complex balloon animals he does and does not let his gifts go to waste on just the balloon animals, if you catch my drift. 

Cross dresses sometimes. He does not give a single shit about beauty standards, Klown or otherwise. ( I saw fem Spikey, now I suddenly have a huge crush on Spikey thnx ) 

In terms of being a mate, Spikey is very theatrical. In both the romantic sense and just being over the top in general. He makes a lot of grand gestures towards his mate.  

He loves cuddling and watching shows with his mate. He likes more comedic shows that will have him and his mate in stitches. He's not above watching cartoons, this man adores SpongeBob you can't tell me he doesn't. He gives off that he would enjoy movies like the Jurassic Park series (ya know what? If there's a monster in it, he's watching it), Godzilla, Eight Legged Freaks. 

Shorty: 

He Loves slapstick humor. Shorty loves it when a joke has been building up and he can see the outcome from a mile away but then when the joke happens it's funnier than you expect. Found his love for this type of comedy through accidentally watching a whole episode of Looney Toons.  

Absolutely uses his size to his advantage when hunting humans, knowing most of them have a soft spot for smaller creatures. Also uses this to his advantage in terms of being able to fit into smaller spaces (Pizza Box Scene). He loves popping out of places nobody expects him to be and I find that hilarious. 

Being a bit smaller than the others also gives him a few extra points for speed.

He canonically smells like pepperoni pizza, Sour candy and death. This is interesting, and I think this is a hunting tactic he uses. Covering himself with the scent of pepperoni pizza and candy, but his natural scent being death because he’s constantly killing people. 

I actually think Shorty would enjoy pizza and sour candy… together. He would like the most outlandish foods put together. Like peanut butter and mustard. 

Shorty, as a mate, would find the cutesy, cheesy stuff really sweet and endearing. Like late night walks in a beautiful place, being on the Farris wheel with his mate, cuddling up to them if they're scared. 

Shorty shows a lot of curious tendencies and likes tagging along with Rudy to check out places on their invasions. He steals some of Rudy’s souvenirs. 

Shorty and Rudy, on these trips, have become the best of friends. 

He loves niche things like paintings of dogs playing poker. Do they really do that? Are they broken when he sees them? Who thought of this?? 

He loves car shows, BUT make them clown cars. Can it throw pies? Does the beep sound funny? He’s in love. 

Will not tolerate bullies. In any scenario. He’s always rooting for the underdog. 

Shorty is the Klown that would love to have kids and would be a good parent

He loves having someone around who wants to be with him just as much. Shorty brings his kids everywhere with him (unless it's dangerous of course) 

Has a softer spot for animals than the rest of the Klowns, he thinks they're fascinating. Like birds and turtles are his faves. 

When it comes to movies or tv, Shorty really appreciates the beauty of the film. Things like the new Super Mario Movie comes to mind. He loves movies like that! Bouncy, bright and fun. 

Jumbo: 

Type of comedy for Jumbo is wordplay. He loves him a good pun, dad jokes are his weakness. Old school jokes are dear to him and he has a huge soft spot for them. 

Huge father figure to the main group, he lives for these invasion trips with “the boys”. 

He doesn't pick favorites, but out of everyone he talks to Slim the most 

Jumbo tolerates very little nonsense. Despite this, he is not easy to piss off. He’s spent a lot of time on the Big Top with Jojo and knows how to train his Klown comrades to catch and kill prey. 

Jumbo is the most conniving of all the Klowns. He is extremely vengeful and loves finding the pain of his prey funny. 

He doesn’t really like animals other than to eat. He needs sugar to live, but he prefers the chewy texture of the meat in his prey.  

Is the least emotional of the Klowns. He just doesn't have the time of day to care about miniscule problems. However, if he notices a Klown genuinely going through a hard time, Jumbo is one of the first Klowns to notice and take action. He’s a good listener and is good at lending some good advice. 

Best dad, in terms of making sure his child is safe. Wouldn’t be super interested in actively playing with his child, or watching their shows with them. But if his kid had a bully, he would be the first to know and the last to see the bully. But nobody’s gonna say anything. You even look at his child (or mate for that matter), he would show his frustrations with action. Protectively guarding his family, growling at the threat, mallet in hand to pummel them. 

Is not an animal person, would rather have a child than a pet. Sees pets as pointless. 

He doesn’t really have any interest in human made things, and wouldn't really like watching TV or digging through shops of any kind. 

He loves the chase for his prey, if he had a mate that would probably be his go to quality time. Or time in a familiar place to him, like the amusement park or a circus. 

He would show his mate he loved them by gift giving. He isn’t the most romantic Klown, but rest assured he absolutely loves his mate. 

Being one of the older Klowns, Jumbo has been on more invasion trips than the rest of the Klowns, so he knows the ropes of the hunt and the ship and teaches the other Klowns how to act towards Jojo. “Do Not Bother Him, Please”, is his advice. 

To some, Jumbo comes off as an intimidating being, but not to fear! He’s actually quite sweet. He loves his Klown comrades. When he finds out Klowns are on their first time invasion trip, he might give them a small celebratory gift. 

Is the closest to Jojo, reporting to him sometimes and they chat casually from time to time. Jumbo has known Jojo long enough to know what makes him tick, when to leave the room so he doesn’t bother him and what Jojo expects of his crew. 

Jumbo’s love language is HUGS. He loves to cuddle with his mate. He really is a big teddy bear. 

Has an interest in the fun house aesthetic. Ball pits, Balloons, Rainbow cake. He loves all of it. 

Would enjoy older cartoons that used to come on saturday mornings (Tom and Jerry, Spongebob, Looney Toons)

Very plays it safe. Jumbo, while violent and creative during hunts, normally doesn’t do things out of the ordinary unlike a lot of his buddies on the ship. 

Secretly has a deep fascination with human sports. Would never admit it, but Jumbo loves how divided people get over teams and how violent it can get. 

He could watch humans fight forever. It’s amusing to him. Why do they do this? 

Slim: 

His main type of comedy is a mix between ironic humor and satire. I feel like Slim would vibe with adult swim cartoons (Family Guy, American Dad,..The Simpsons) not cartoon network but he would like Parks and Rec, too. The first scene where Leslie falls down the hill.. when everyone told her to be careful, but she kept saying I'm a professional, something like that would take Slim out. 

The third oldest on the Big Top (right after Jojo and Jumbo) 

Is more stern than Spikey, but definitely more lenient than Jumbo or Jojo. 

During the movie, it would be Slim’s seventh trip to Earth. He has fond memories of chasing and killing humans and offering the landing spot up to Jojo. Knowing the land a bit, Slim goes out with Jumbo to inspect the area before the invasion starts. 

Is one of the more physically strong Klowns. Can easily pick up things 3 times his weight. 

Finds more of an interest in human made circuses than the other Klowns, liking that they got the Klown aspects so close. He often wonders to himself how the humans that got away saw so much before escaping

It’s a bit tougher to kill Slim by his nose. No one is really sure why this is. 

He’s actually really a fighter when it comes to himself. He’s a tough cookie and will NOT die easily. 

When it comes to aim, Slim is horrible at aiming weapons/ projectiles. 

Slim really likes the creepy forest aesthetic. His favorite holiday tradition would probably be haunted hay rides through spooky forests on Halloween. He wouldn’t sit through one, but they're fun in theory… could use more mallets in his opinion. 

Secretly, he would enjoy reality shows (like a Klown version though, he has no interest in human issues) 

Has a morbid curiosity towards true crime shows. But does not have the patience to sit through the whole story, so he’ll fast forward through just to see what happened. Does that thing where he HAS to know what happens at the end of things, but is very short in patience. Slim has things to do, he doesn't have time to wait! 

Is a master at shadow puppetry, knowing how to entrance his prey with whimsical shadow art and capturing them in said puppets. This trick of his he just learned recently, liking the idea of showing off his new skills. 

Personality wise, Slim is one of the more straightforward Klowns on the ship. He runs as a second in command and sometimes lets the power go to his head. 

As a mate, Slim is very unique. Almost as high energy as Spikey, but as strict as Jumbo. He takes his work very seriously but has his moments where he cuts back and jokes around with everyone. Wild Card. 

Is a bit rougher with his mate, but he doesn’t mean any malice with it. He is more protective than the other Klowns but likes to play around with his mate. He knows when to be serious with his mate. When he gets serious, he’s much more affectionate and careful with them. 

Technologically the smartest Klown. He helps make the weapons they bring on the invasion. 

He has a friendship with Spikey that’s very hot and cold. Sometimes they get along, other times they fight. Spikey doesn’t always agree with Slim’s points of authority. Slim doesn't always like how childish and dramatic Spikey is. 

Has a lot of fun while hunting, like the other Klowns, this is a very therapeutic thing for him. 

Also really likes monster movies, Slim would like more comedic horror monster movies though. Like Tremors, Eight Legged Freaks, Jaws, Gremlins.

Has a deep, irrational fear of trains. Man finds it super unsettling that they stop for nothing and they scream at you 

He likes to act tough, so he would never say out loud that he’s afraid of anything. 

Slim loves sunglasses. He likes darker spaces because his eyes are a bit sensitive. 

When it comes to kids, Slim would think he would be a terrible parent, and would be. He wouldn’t be the worst parent, but he would be like “this thing is my kid? Why the hell does it make so much noise??” He would be willing to work together with his mate and they would be a power parent couple, but him by himself? He would be so awkward. 

Now, this does not mean he would be a total chaos dad, he has little moments where he’s unintentionally very sweet with his child. And when the baby gets older is when Slim truly shines. Him and his kids are inseparable! They’re best friends when the kid hits the tween area. 

Fatso: 

His comedy type is the type of humor that would get a little kid laughing. He likes slapstick, cringe humor. Someone tripping on something, or the banana peel gag, Fatso loves it! 

Is the most reserved of the Klowns. 

He is secretly a romantic guy, but secretly! He doesn't want his buddies thinking he’s weak. 

He finds some human things interesting. Like their ability to put things together and it doesn’t taste terrible? Witch craft. A doughnut burger? He’s drooling. 

Is not shy about eating human made foods. He likes pies, has a soft spot for chocolate and sweeter pastries. He gets cravings for chocolate, but his favorite flavoring is a toss up between strawberry and cherry. Something about the tart flavors. 

He loves birthdays! Sometimes they invite clowns to the party? That's so touching ;; and birthday cake is a masterpiece. He hates fondant though.

Speaking of foods he dislikes, he hates peanut butter, I would even go as far as to say Fatso is allergic to peanut butter. To him it’s got this chalky texture and it grosses him out. It’s hard for him to swallow. 

Gives great cuddles and is very sweet to his mate. Could take naps with his mate forever. And loves just doing things with them. Invite him places! He adores following his mate into little shops and watching his mate look at/ pick things out of the stores. Or whatever they're doing that day, he’s an active follower. He’s also a very good listener, if you want to just sit at a resting spot and talk about your day. 

He likes small, cute animals. He can’t help himself. Baby ducks? Adorable. I could absolutely see Fatso holding a baby duckling gently and petting it with one finger ;; such a sweet boy. This doesn’t take away from the fact he will eventually eat the animal he thinks is cute. 

He gets his species' version of seasonal depression. He volunteers for invasion trips all the time because the trips relieve his symptoms a bit. 

Fatso is the most emotional of the Klowns. This could be brought on by his depression but it’s not entirely clear. But the other Klowns make it clear they are there for him and talk to him about it. It’s not the same as having a mate and being able to talk to them, but it’s still nice and he’s grateful for his friends. 

Hates thinking ahead. He lives in the moment and likes to have fun now, not later. Spikey and Slim (when they’re chill with each other) are very good at taking Fatso out of his own head for a bit and taking him out on the town for fun times. 

Despite his condition, Fatso does not let his emotions get to him! He’s the sweetest (well.. As sweet a Killer Klown could be..) and he likes to have fun. 

Has a sweet spot for high stakes cooking shows. They hypnotize him and they take his mind off things. 

Things he would look for in a mate would include the ability to show him he matters and he is fun to be around. His love language would fall under the categories Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch. He loves cuddles and being close to his mate. 

These were fun to do and I might add more at a later date ^^ If you have any questions or requests, I’ll do my best to reply (I struggle with wanting to throw everything I write into a bin after I've crumpled it lol)

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★ Chapter Five: A Moment In Class

There’s something about being around Wonyoung that makes time move differently. Like I’m both hyper-aware of every second and completely oblivious to everything happening around me. Today was no exception.

It was third period, and we had English together—a class I usually coasted through without much effort. But when you’re sitting next to your secret crush, even analyzing poetry feels like running a marathon. Not that I’d ever admit that out loud.

I slid into my usual seat at the back of the classroom, two rows away from Wonyoung. I always tried to stay close enough to see her, but not close enough to make it obvious. Today, however, the universe had other plans.

As I pulled out my notebook, the teacher—Mrs. Choi—clapped her hands for attention. "Alright, everyone. Today we’ll be working on group discussions. I want you to pair up with someone near you to go over the assignment on page 52."

I glanced around, hoping I could get away with pairing up with the girl in front of me, or maybe just working alone. But before I could make a move, I heard Wonyoung’s voice.

"Y/N, do you want to work together?"

My heart stopped.

I looked up, and there she was, standing by my desk with that easy smile of hers. She was taller than most of the girls in class, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders in a way that seemed almost too perfect. It wasn’t fair how effortlessly beautiful she looked, even in a simple school uniform.

"Uh, yeah. Sure," I managed to say, hoping my voice didn’t betray how nervous I suddenly felt. I tried to play it cool, but internally, I was freaking out. Breathe, Y/N. It’s just Wonyoung. You’ve talked to her before. No big deal.

She pulled a chair over and sat down beside me, sliding her textbook onto my desk. My pulse quickened, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. Page 52. Just read the damn page.

We spent a few minutes reading silently, the noise of the classroom fading into the background as I became painfully aware of how close she was sitting. I could smell the faint scent of her perfume—something sweet and floral, but not overpowering. It was enough to make my head spin.

"Do you get this poem?" Wonyoung asked, breaking the silence. She tilted her head slightly, her expression thoughtful as she pointed to a line in the book.

I blinked, trying to snap out of whatever daze I’d fallen into. "Uh, yeah. It’s… about longing, I think. Like, wanting something you can’t have."

Like you, I almost said, but thankfully stopped myself in time.

Wonyoung nodded, her eyes scanning the page again. "I thought so too. It’s kind of sad, but beautiful in a way. How people can feel so much but never say anything."

Her words hit a little too close to home. I shifted in my seat, trying to keep my cool. "Yeah. I guess it’s easier to keep things to yourself than risk getting hurt."

She glanced at me, her gaze soft but curious. "Do you believe that? That it’s better to stay quiet?"

I hesitated. Did I believe that? In theory, sure. But sitting here next to her, with her full attention on me, I wasn’t so sure anymore.

"I guess it depends," I said slowly. "Sometimes, staying quiet is the safer option. But… maybe it’s not always the best one."

Wonyoung didn’t respond right away. She just looked at me, like she was thinking about something. It wasn’t the kind of look you could brush off easily. It was deep, thoughtful. The kind of look that made my chest tighten, even though we were just talking about poetry.

Before I could spiral too far into overthinking, she smiled again, this time more softly. "I think you’re right. But it takes a lot of courage to say what you really feel."

I swallowed hard. “Yeah, no kidding.“

The rest of the period passed in a blur. We worked through the assignment, bouncing ideas off each other, but my mind kept drifting. Every time Wonyoung laughed at something I said, or leaned in a little closer to point out a line in the text, I could feel my resolve slipping.

By the time the bell rang, I was barely holding it together. Everyone started packing up, and Wonyoung stood, smoothing down her skirt as she glanced at me.

"Thanks for working with me today," she said, her voice light. "You made this way easier than it would’ve been on my own."

"No problem," I replied, stuffing my notebook into my bag. "Anytime."

She gave me one last smile before turning to leave, and for a second, I considered saying something—anything—to keep her from walking away. But the words stuck in my throat, and all I could do was watch as she joined Leeseo and Rei at the door.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding and slung my backpack over my shoulder, heading for the hallway. My heart was still pounding in my chest, but at least I had survived the class without embarrassing myself. Small victories.

As I made my way through the crowded hall, I couldn’t help but glance in Wonyoung’s direction. She was laughing with Rei, completely at ease, like nothing had changed. And maybe nothing had.

But for me, something felt different. Talking to her—really talking to her—had shaken something loose inside me. Maybe Minji was right. Maybe I was being too careful. Too quiet.

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How Would The TF2 Mercs React To Being Given A VR Headset?

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THANK YOU TO @hardwaresysx0!!! I'M SORRY I FORGOT 💖💖💖💖

This is such a fun ask! Ily for being a mutual! I'm also sorry this took so long to write!

I'm adding some mini content of each of them playing Richie's Plank so this isn't too short.

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Demo is confused at first, but is excited to try it. Probably gets sick after about twenty minutes, but is having fun the entire time. He's first up to try the game, he's not too scared of heights, so he figures it'll be easy enough. This man falls on his ass immediately. Not because he's scared or freaks out, the poor guy just got super dizzy and is already way too drunk to walk straight, laughter ensues, and Demo sits on the couch, feeling a bit bitter, but eventually gets over it while laughing at the other Mercs attempts to walk the plank.

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Engie is definitely the one who set the whole thing up. Well, Scout made the suggestion of trying to find a VR headset, and Engie was the only one who could manage to hook it up to the TV, but that's neither here nor there. He thinks the headset is super cool, "Ain't this thing neat?" Has a lot of fun walking the plank, actually does it with no problems, until he gets to the edge and starts looking around, peering over the edge, and then, oops, someone (Scout) pushed him a little and he falls of the plank. That scared him a little. He didn't scream, though (lies), and the other mercs didn't laugh (lies), but he had fun!

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Heavy is not super excited. He doesn't like the idea of falling over like Demo or getting scared and screaming like Engie. He doesn't have to worry too much, though. Scout couldn't really push him if he tried. He's still nervous. He does like the idea of the headset. He likes how real it looks. Once he's ready to walk the plank, he does really well, which, in honesty, isn't surprising. He's not scared of heights, so he's totally fine walking to the edge and even looking over.

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Medic thinks VR is such a cool concept, I wonder if there's any surgury games for this contraption that'd be silly. So maybe controversial take, but Medic is scared of heights, but can hide it so well it's crazy. I'm just imagining that after seeing Scout push Engie and seeing how the others have reacted, he goes to put the headset on and looks Scout dead in the eyes and threatens this man with every possible idea of body horror imaginable if he pushes him. He walks the plank and does well to hide the fact that he's internally freaking out. But manages to be the most composed and most scared. Does that, hands behind your back, chest out walk, does it calmly, he's internally crying, walks to the edge, and walks back. Perfectly calm. "Zhat wasn't bad at all." He's trying to hide the fact he's shaking.

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Scout is the one who originally found the headset and suggested they all do Richie's Plank experience in the first place. He's played BeatSaber before on a headset he rented, so he thinks it's super cool he has one he can keep now. He talks the biggest game, and he's not scared of heights at all (yeah right) This is going to be easy. He nearly pissed himself when he actually looked over the edge. It made him feel just a tad sick, but he pushes through it, making jokes the entire time. He makes it back to the elevator, and then someone suggested he try nightmare mode, let's just say he had a harder time pretending that wasn't scary.

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Sniper could care less about any of this. He thinks it's neat enough, but he'd rather not join in the "fun," but Scout practically begged him to try it just once, even promising not to push him, after Sniper continued to protest. He puts the headset on and is actually pretty impressed with how immersive it is. He walks the plank pretty casually, not scared. He wasn't scared of heights, so it was pretty easy for him to just enjoy the view. He'd definitely be more interested if they were playing SuperHot.

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Spy is interested but pretends like he isn't. Complains about how pushy Scout is about this. He calls it silly and says that the others are being childish for being scared of something that couldn't be scary at all. He puts it on "only to prove to the others, that it's not scary in the slightest." Immediately has to hide the fact that he's a little shaken because he feels like he's actually in the game. Manages to walk the plank with confidence, all the while mocking the mercs for being scared of this. Scout finally got fed up and ended up being the one to push him. Spy may have lost his composer a little bit, Scout was promptly hunted down after that.

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Soldier is super interested, "Can you play war games on it?" Is the first question on his mind. He thinks it's super cool. He walks the plank with a silly little walk and just has a good time. Even goes through the nightmare mode, with a goofy smile. He's just having a good time. I just feel like this man is so thrilled with the idea of being able to be in another world. Will definitely be hogging the headset after this.

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Pyro realistically would be the only one who couldn't play with the VR headset due to their mask. BUT! Due to the magical power of "I can do whatever the fuck I want in my headcanons >:)" I'll say that Engie worked with it to help it fit over their mask. They're so happy! They were already super excited when Scout showed off the headset, and now they can play too? So cool! Similar to Soldier, they're just having a good time walking around and walking the plank just fine. Freaks everyone out when they cheerfully just jump off the end of the plank and hit the ground, giggling at the sounds it makes. But other than that, they had fun!

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I really hope you like this, sorry if it's not the best, it was fun to write though! I'm sorry again for deleting the ask and for the long wait time. I'm going to try and get more consistent with my uploads again!

[skaruresonic]

VN Anon here. Sorry if my ask caused up a stir. I genuinely wanted to compliment you on your efforts with your first VN and understand your inspirations behind it without coming off too strong.

I was so invested with how you approached Sonic and Knuckles' conflict -- it's a very solid adaptation of what tends to be the heart of their disagreements. I was a little caught off guard when I was trying to help Amy, so I did feel like I was thrown for a loop when I accidentally prioritised her external conflict over her internal conflict (I got a real good scolding from Sonic TwT). And Cream's event made me feel personally responsible and protective of her, and the background story that Vanilla wants the best for her but considers discouraging her dream of becoming a baker made me feel a bit seen lol. So I commend you for making me feel human emotions like I'm a part of the cast even as Sonic's buddy^^

The unique spin you added with the puns, the dogs, Knuckles' weeb deal was a fun break from expectations. And your thoughtfulness over avoiding narration fatigue is also something I appreciate heavily since I'm frankly not a vn player by trade. I was interested in seeing your spin on the cast since I tend to agree with your thoughts on the game cast.

Currently still on the meta section (the character swap is entertaining), but I like how Eggman is a genuine threat, an absolute control freak, and sees me as a tool! Guy's a hilarious bastard as always!

I guess I'm trying to say that from one artist to another, I think your art's really nice and I resonate with it! I'm gonna play Antigravity once I have some spare time!

No worries, you didn't say anything wrong. Everything's cool. :>

Thanks! Originally it was going to be a kinetic novel (linear VN with no choices) but due to my inexperience with RenPy at the time, I couldn't figure out how to make branching paths; every choice tended to loop back around, so I decided to work with that conceit instead.

OaS isn't fully non-kinetic, but it isn't fully kinetic either. Only one choice really matters, which determines whether you get the bad ending, and even that can be reversed if you know what to do. You might just have to suffer for it a little, is all.

Without getting too spoilery, each choice has a "bad" alternate route, which is implied to be Eggman veering things off-script. You can see this as early as the first choice, where he pops in with a jumpscare. Because there aren't a whole lot of choices, I tried to make each one weightier than usual, as well as fairly obvious.

The overall idea is that you'll evaluate each situation and choose the option that's best for the characters, rather than something you may personally want them to do. ex. Sonic says he's getting stir-crazy, so it would be kind of imposing your will on him to be like "no, stay home and read a book." The original plan was to tally each of the player's bad choices and have Sonic issue a warning if it looked like the player was on the path towards a bad ending, with each one slowly increasing the volume on the alarm. But, again, due to my inexperience with RenPy, I didn't know how to set up those variables. What I wound up doing instead was a more binary system where one choice is the "good" choice that progresses the VN like normal, whereas the other is the "bad" choice that loops you back around following a jumpscare.

There's nothing in the code that will punish you for making poor choices - you won't get any friendship points docked or anything like that - but since the game is about friendship, I was hoping Sonic's admonitions would be enough. The deterrent needs to be a little harsh in the absence of flagged variables.

(And that's before Vanilla puts the fear of God in you. :P)

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Currently still on the meta section (the character swap is entertaining), but I like how Eggman is a genuine threat, an absolute control freak, and sees me as a tool! Guy's a hilarious bastard as always!

nobody appreciates Eggman's contributions xP

"Do you have any idea how hard I work, Sonic?"

"well maybe you'd ship on time if you let somebody else handle the co---"

"SHUT UP, SONIC"

And yeah, Sonic and Eggman pulling a Freaky Friday has always been my jam. There's something about it that just tickles my funny bone.

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I guess I'm trying to say that from one artist to another, I think your art's really nice and I resonate with it! I'm gonna play Antigravity once I have some spare time!

Ty, I'm glad you're enjoying it. ^^ And no rush. I'm still working out the bugs in Antigravity.

Two recommendations, though: don't try to rollback or button-mash if you can. RenPy doesn't remember the last action you took while you're in the battle loop, so if you try to rollback during battle, it'll take you to the title screen.

I do want to see if disabling rollback will fix the issue, but that's for later. I'm currently working on making more maps.

[taeyeonschild]

╰┈➤ ❝ [straykids as fanboys] ❞

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pairing: no pairings. they don’t actually know you

genre: fluff, point form hcs

contains: uhhh…. fanboys!

cw: none

A/N: i like this idea a lot, but i didn’t really now what to write for some of them…. hopefully this is somewhat decent? but i have more stuff coming out soon, which i am a lot more confident with!!!

Bangchan

➙ he is quite famous in your fandom for his youtube channel, where he records covers of all of your music.

➙ you interact with his covers quite often! he tries his hardest to remain calm, and casual, but internally he is freaking out!

➙ fans constantly request collabs, you’ve seen it requested so much that you’ve actually considered the idea! maybe one day you will work together! (at least he hopes so)

➙ he is a huge supporter of everything you do. fans who don’t know you personally, would probably think that you and chan are friends

➙ he is very active in the community, and he interacts with you on a fairly regular basis

Minho

➙ he doesn’t hesitate to spend money on you

➙ he has many of your albums, and merchandise, but he rarely ever talks about you.

➙ people will go to his house and be stunned by the posters on his walls, since they never even knew he was a fan before.

➙ he’s not embarrassed by it, he just prefers to fanboy on the inside.

➙ (if you make any asmr content) he seems like the type to listen to it at times when he’s super tense, to help him relax, and sleep.

Changbin

➙ he goes to every concert, and somehow, ALWAYS shows up on the dancecam

➙ his face has been seen so many times that fans start to recognize him

➙ if your music ever plays on the radio, or in a store somewhere, he immediately drops what he’s doing and drops the whole routine

➙ does he care if people watch? NO! why should he 🤷‍♀️ it’s only embarrassing if he messes up the choreo, (which NEVER happens)

Hyunjin

➙ he knows EVERY SINGLE ONE of your dances. he might not even know the words to your songs, but you know as soon as he hears that beat drop, bro becomes a dancing machine

➙ he is likely a part of a dance group

➙ attends random play dances, and gets so excited when one of your songs plays

➙ hyunjin totally posts dance videos online, he likely has a youtube channel solely for that purpose

➙ he even posts slowed + mirrored versions, to help teach others the choreo.

➙ he might also be a fan artist, but i feel that he’d be a bit of a perfectionist about his art, and would be too scared to show any of it online… :(

Han

➙ something about him gives off editor vibes

➙ i think he’d have a tiktok account, solely for edits of you/your group

➙ he spends hours on AE producing mouth watering edits

➙ he’s got quite a decent following aswell

➙ you interacted with his account once, and he FREAKED. he swears it was the best moment of his life

➙ MAYBEEEE secretly writes fan fiction???

➙ but even if he doesn’t write it. he DEFINITELY reads it…. (we’ve all seen the clip where he seemed to understand the term “omega”….. meaning he HAS read fan fiction at least some point in his life.)

Felix

➙ lix is a super fan, and he is proud to be one. he’s not ashamed, why should he be? 🤷‍♀️ he thinks you’re cool, and if other people have a problem with that, that’s not felix’s issue to solve!

➙ he has binders full of your/your group’s pcs

➙ he trades online for rare ones

➙ he has every version of every album you’ve ever released, and he keeps them proudly displayed on his shelf.

➙ his walls are covered in posters of you/your group

➙ he giggles when he hears you mentioned, and would jump on ANY opportunity to talk about you and your music

➙ he is BROKE because of you

Seungmin

➙ he pretends not to care about you, in fear of being teased by his friends, but secretly he is a HUGE fanboy

➙ he has secret accounts on social media, where he can follow you, and interact with content related to you/your group, while still remaining anonymous

➙ he has a few of your albums, but he keeps them hidden underneath his bed

➙ his pcs are his prized possessions, but when he has people over they hide in his sock drawer

➙ when he hears your music in public he often catches himself accidentally nodding his head, or tapping his foot to the beat.

➙ he is quick to defend himself, before he is even called out for it “i just like the music that’s why i’m dancing. i don’t even know this song.” what a liar

Jeongin

➙ he goes to EVERY meet and greet. he’d drive hours just to attend

➙ you’ve seen him so many times that you remember his name. it almost feels like you are friends at this point

➙ he’s always super respectful, so it’s exciting when you see him at different events.

➙ he likes to bring you gifts which you always appreciate.

➙ he has gained a large following online for posting about his interactions with you. and you always repost his videos! (which makes him cry tears of happiness).

➙ he also likes to post unboxing videos of all of your albums! (if you are in a group) he gets so excited when he pulls you! his followers love to see his reactions.

[amazingmsme]

Okay but what about some of your favorite headcanons that aren’t tickle related? For Curt and Owen, or any of Hatchetfield, whatever you wish. Just curious to hear what you’re thinkin’! 🎤

Think I’ll stick to the spy boys for now just so it won’t get too long cause I already know I’m gonna get carried away lol

So just like we see at the beginning, Curt & Owen love fucking around with the bad guys they find on their missions & “use them for sport” as Owen says. & they love to rub it in their faces just how damn good they are that they can just use them for fun in their own little games

Sometimes they get more roughed up if the other is the one interrogating them. They’re both masochists who never want to admit defeat, so yeah they’ve walked away with blood & broken bones (only minor breaks but STILL)

Curt loves playing with the spy gadgets regardless of how many times Barb tries to warn him, or how many times he ends up hurting himself with them zksvksjaz. He never tells her when he does it tho because that will just end up in a lecture

Curt & Owen will mock each other’s bosses to make each other laugh after they get chewed out for being dumb & reckless

They have to share hotel rooms quite often to “save the agencies money” & before they actually got together it was just straight up torture for them

The first time they had to share a bed on one of these missions, they were both freaking out internally & trying to play it cool. But then Owen found out Curt hogs all the blankets & suddenly he wasn’t feeling so smitten, just pissed off & cold

They flirt in the job soooo much it should be obvious at this point

One of the first epiphanies that Owen has about his partner comes when Curt fixed his tie for him & Owen was a little off his game for the rest of the night because he kept thinking about Curt’s hands so close to his throat & his lips in perfect kissing distance

They absolutely help each other pick out their outfits when they go undercover

After they get together, they play a game where they talk about what their lives would be like if they weren’t spies & they just make up a whole ass fake domestic life for them where they adopt a dog, then a cat (as practice) & when they’re “ready” they adopt a kid & have a happy lil family

They also play this game where they pretend they went into different professions & make up different ways they met each other

Curt is great at poker & wins most of the time they play

Before they met, Curt really wasn’t a tea guy, but Owen makes him “real” tea & makes him realize he actually likes it as long as it’s made right. Perks of dating a Brit

They have matching daggers carved with the other’s name. The height of romance

Cynthia has her suspicions about them, but they work so well together she couldn’t care less. That’s none of her business & tbh she couldn’t care less

Curt is actually a pretty good cook because he’s a momma’s boy & helped out in the kitchen any chance he got. But once they got together, he wanted to blow Owen away with his skills & made a candlelit romantic dinner with garlic bread & spaghetti & meatballs & a huge salad & Owen was literally speechless. YES they did the lady & the tramp thing where they kiss on the same noodle & they kept trying until they got it right!

Ok I held off long enough, here’s a few nsfw headcanons. No minors beyond this point, I’ll kick your ass

Ok but they’ve LITERALLY had a dick measuring contest. Like, they got out the tape measure to see whose is bigger. & no I’m not gonna say, y’all decide for yourselves. There’s no WAY I’m sparking that kind of debate

They legit take turns on who tops & bottoms

You’d expect it to be rough kinky sex, but it’s actually the most tender lovemaking ever ok they love each other more than anyone & they take their time exploring each other’s bodies

Of course when the time is right they absolutely get kinky with it

Their fake interrogations take a turn like 50% of the time (only after they’ve killed everyone in the building)

Even the interrogations that don’t end like that still get them both all hot & bothered. Owen especially loves the roleplay element

They kinda really like the thrill of almost getting caught so they’ve definitely hooked up when others are around

Ok that’s all I got. If you stuck around this long congrats, here’s your prize ⭐️

[th3worstinm3]

Hi! This almost feels like a silly ask, but I’m currently a vet student and kinda need some motivation to keep going so can I request something soft and fluffy with jolly? Thank you so much for your hard work. Your stories are amazing :)

Hii!! Not silly at all, I love receiving requests!! Also vet student? That's so freaking cool don't give up friend you got this!!! And thank you for the kind words love, they mean so much to me :( <3

First time writing for Jolly, let's see how this goes 👀

Jolly x Reader :3 (not proofread soz)

RPF -> Don't like it? Don't read

you groaned as you leaned back in your chair. you still had a lot to do. studying, cleaning, studying and more studying. it's so exhausting. yes, this is what it takes to be a vet and help those little creatures you loved the most, but sometimes, just sometimes, you feel like you had chosen the wrong career.

you heard the door open behind you and the wood creaking as the sound of steps grew closer. you felt a hand on your shoulder. you turned your head up, glancing at the face on top of you. jolly smiled.

he leaned down, and his recently dyed black hair tickled your cheeks and neck. his hand found its way on your head, moving strands of your hair back, and then he left a kiss on your forehead. you smiled at him, but it quickly turned into a frown as you looked back at your desk. leaning down, you tried to focus on your studies.

gently, jolly's hands started massaging your shoulders. you sighed, now clearly frustrated and leaned back again. you felt him move, his head at the same level as yours now. "you've been working nonstop for the past two hours," he wrapped his hands around your shoulders. "i think it's time for a break. let's watch a movie, or cuddle, or something," he rose one of his hands, his index finger landing on your temple. "get your mind off college, and then you can continue later. what do you think, hm?"

you looked down, fidgeting with the pen in your hands and having an internal argument. a side of you screamed to just accept and tackle him into the bed, but a quieter, smaller side demanded you to keep on studying.

"watcha thinking?" he whispered. it startled you. "nothing, really." it came out in a murmur, and he hummed.

fuck it.

you stood up and wrapped your arms around his torso. you being shorter than him lead to your head a little higher than his chest, almost on his shoulder. he chuckled, amused, and hugged you back. his hand creeped up to your hair, scratching your scalp, and making you close your eyes with a content sigh.

"c'mere, lets lay down," he guided you both to your bed. he sat down, back leaning on the headboard. you curled up in his chest sitting between his legs, pulling your hoodie sleeves up to your hands so they wrapped around them. his hand rubbed your back comfortingly. his smell around you, his hand on your back and the warmth of his body made your frustrations leave your head, and you closed your eyes.

you felt him move, but you were too tired to try to figure out what he was doing. you didn't even notice he turned on the tv and put on some random show, too lost in him.

he kissed the top of your head, and the hand on your back never once stopped tracing your clothed skin. before you realized, you were drifting off, breath slowing down and studies long forgotten, tv playing quietly in the background and weighed down on your loved one.

[razputin-vodello-au-archives]

Hmm.... hey, interns? Did you have any secret talents you never found out, other than your psychic abilities?

[Norma] That sentence ...doesn't make sense. How can we know if we have any secret talents if we never found out about them? It's just-

[Lizzie] Norma, stop being a pill about semantics and answer the question.

(Inters chuckle)

[Norma] Ugh ...secret talents ...do I have any? (Frazie leans over and whispers a suggestion in her ear) (Gives Frazie a playful push) (hushed voice) I am not telling them that.

[Frazie] Oh, c'mon, it's cute!

[Lizzie] Okay, now I'm curious.

[Norma] And you're gonna keep being curious.

[Lizzie] Compromise! How about we all start and you get the last word?

[Norma] (Pause) (Blushes as Frazie nudges her) Okay, fine. Hey, where's Raz, by the way? I just noticed he's not here.

[Frazie] He's helping Milla and Mom making dinner for tonight. By the way, you're invited too.

[Norma] Thanks.

[Lizzie] Are we done being wholesome? Let's get on with it! Oh, and Raz's hidden talent is hair styling and fashion, just gonna call that out.

[Adam] (Chuckles) I'll start. Turns out that playing around with my yo-yo's all the time made me realize that I'm actually ambidextrous.

[Sam] (Jokingly) I thought you were straight?

(Everyone chuckles)

[Adam] Har-har. No, seriously though, I didn't realize it was happening at first. I was writing something down, dropped something, switched over my pen to my other hand, grabbed the thing that had fallen on the ground and while I was checking if it wasn't broken or something; I just kept writing.

[Gisu] That's cool. When I was home for the summer, I helped out in a neighbours workshop, who is a professional woodworker. I got curious, he showed me some techniques and it seems I got a knack for woodworking. I'm thinking of making my own boards.

[Sam] I know how to do Mongolian throat singing. (Clears throat)

[Morris] Sam! Window accident? Remember?

[Sam] Oh yeah! I forgotten about that. Nevermind then.

[Morris] I know how to make mixtapes. I started making my own since last Summer, when we were in Brazil, after Espen showed me how.

[Adam] How are they, by the way?

[Morris] They're doing fine. They are thinking of coming over to America to learn business management, since they want to open a Music Label after they graduated.

[Lizzie] You guys know needle felting? That art thing where you stab at felt a million times until it becomes something? Me and Millie started doing that and I am apparently a natural at it.

[Norma] (Scoffs) Right...

[Lizzie] You don't believe me? Who do you think made that Cthulhu plushy that's menacingly looming in the corner of my room?

[Gisu] For real?

[Lizzie] For real! Okay, that leaves Frazie and Norma. Spill the beans, you two.

[Norma] (Groans)

[Frazie] (Giggling) You want me to tell them? (giggles as Norma just nods with an expression of defeat) Me and Norma have taken up a new hobby in secret a couple of months ago.

[Gisu] Hang on, is this about why you two disappear for hours sometimes?

[Adam] We just figured you two got somewhere private and ...well, got funky with each other.

[Norma] Don't ...ever use 'getting funky with each other' ever again, Adam. And it's not that!

[Gisu] Stop dancing around the issue and just tell us.

[Frazie] (Laughs) You guessed it!

[Gisu] What?

[Frazie] Dancing! Me and Norma have taken up Swing Dancing a couple of months ago and she's a natural pro at it.

[Morris] No!?

[Lizzie] For real!? Norma's got two left feet!

[Sam] Seeing is believing!

[Adam] Yeah, now you gotta show us!

[Norma] (Groans and tries to burry her face in her knees) Please stop...

[Frazie] Oh, don't be like that. You're amazing at it and we have so much fun during lessons. Our teacher says that Norma learned so quickly, she thought that Norma lied about being a total amateur.

[Norma] And she asked Frazie - pleaded, more accurately - to keep the extreme flexibility and contortionistic moves to a minimum, because she really freaked out some of the other people.

[Sam] Oh, now I gotta see this.

[Morris] I'm getting the music! (Hovers off to his room) I'm sure I got something in my collection.

[Gisu] Adam, Sam, help me clear the room. And get the camera, Raz will surely wanna see this. (Uses TK to clear the couch and table)

[Norma] Guys ...

[Frazie] (Gently takes hold of Norma's hand, looking pleadingly into her eyes) Norma, will you please dance with me? It would mean so much to me... I'll make it worth your while.

[Norma] (Blushing) Okay, fine. (Grins) But if we're gonna do this ...let's do it properly. You ...gotta wear the dress.

[Frazie] Yes! As long as you wear the suit. Let's get changed! (Grabs Norma and Drags her towards her room.)

[Norma] Be right back, guys! You better get the music ready.

[Lizzie] (Laughs) Oh, she's excited now. (Pause) Hmmm, swing dancing ...didn't Millie say she wanted to try that? (Shrugs) Oh well, you only live once. I'll text Mills about that later. (Grins) Right now, we've got a show to prepare for.

[jackhues]

nhl fan fair day 4 thoughts!

i have too much in my head and i need to get it all down

first off, go > ttc in terms of occasional travel. the stations are a little confusing bcz i'm used to the ttc, but the trains are clean and no one's trying to fight you. for daily travel tho: ttc

there were SO MANY jerseys, which is expected, but i wish i could've taken pictures with all of them because there were some SIICK ones.

natalie spooner and emma maltais were signing things today, and after getting my ticket scanned, i let a duo in front of me, not realizing it was them. and then i realized on the first escalator and proceeded to internally freak out for the rest of the way down

i was debating saying hi, but they were in conversation and i was so nervous, i let it go.

five minutes later i saw them at the signing booth and told them.

they were sooo sweet, gave me an extra signed copy of their cards, and we took a few pics. i told spooner we went to the same high school and she was so happy. my hands were shaking the whole time

the stanley cup exhibit is SO COOL. they had old games/highlights projected on the wall, and then they had pics of players carrying the stanley cup. they had so many different trophies, i wanted to cry in awe.

the giant drew house bear was there.

the jerseys were very expensive

the mascots were so freaking cool, went down the red carpet and entered the rink. carlton got so many applause

gritty/iceburgh prolly got the second most applause.

iceburgh went around giving ppl air kisses and drawing a heart in the air, he did it to me and i did one back

gritty twerked against the glass right in front of me

GRITTY HAS A SECURITY GUARD

no joke, some guy dressed like secret services was following him around the entire time

the mascots did musical chairs, which was a lot of fun. gritty was twerking around the rink and his security guy stood with a sign that said reserved and when the music stopped, gritty took that spot.

after that, gritty moved the chair, which the ref said was disqualifying. and he was out.

s.j. sharkie was put in a timeout

youppi, the canadiens mascot, got confused and joined the musical chairs game for the wrong division. he was removed mid game

the bruins mascot was the last american mascot in the atlantic division and when the guy announced that, everyone booed

it came down to the bruins mascot and carlton the bear for the atlantic division and carlton won!

at one point, carlton moved the chair and when the other mascot tried to argue, the ref said nope, home ice advantage

anyways, carlton won most valuable mascot (i love that bear)

the mascots went back down the ice, and gritty gave me a high five. my cousin was wearing a flyers jersey and gritty kissed him

the giant cheetos statue was v popular and lots of ppl wanted pics with it. it was cool tbh

the kids playing street hockey were good

there were so many little hockey games all around that were absolutely amazing. i tried out the vr and it's... an experience

also made my own hockey card

met some leafs alum and saw the dressing room replica

food was hella overpriced and nothing from outside allowed in

honestly, it was great! i had a lot of fun and i wish i bought tickets for the longer days but i had no time 🥲 but this was really cool to see just a bunch of 'hockey'. i think fan fair was a success, i loved it! i'm gonna go through my pics and vids and see what i can post on here <3