#also boys really suck so i have little to no trust in any man right now

[catiuskaa]

missed me, missed me, now you gotta...

SUMMARY: minho wasn’t grumpy, nor he was jealous. but he hasn’t been the same ever since he fell in love with you.

REQUESTED! by a sweet annonie right here. pookie, your idea was lovely to write! lil grumpy minho, im melting… it’s a bit short, but I hope you like it! <3

CW: use of (crack) text messages to convey the plot, starring: han quokka as cupid + reader’s bsf, clingy minho as king of my heart, and ngl, type 1 diabetes fluff ahead. keep insulin shots close just in case! lol

WC: 1.1k

A/N: i love how i’m slowly turning into a minho blog/page lmaoo, only minho: the man, the myth, the legend!

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The same ringtone buzzed again during rehearsals. Its ding had sounded so many times already that it had started to get repetitive really quickly.

Minho frowned as he looked in the mirror, retouching his rolled sleeves just once more for what he secretly knew it had been more than twenty times. In the span of ten minutes. Maybe even less.

But Minho wasn’t ‘grumpy’.

He so wasn’t.

His day had been normal so far. He had no reason to be grumpy. Not one what-so-ever.

He had woken up in between your arms, and even if he had ‘complained’ about it, he loved being the little spoon. And also, his cats jumped on the bed and, just for once, none of them landed on his face.

There had been just one thing.

…

Well. Technically more than one.

You had rushed outside this morning. You claimed you didn’t have time to have breakfast with him, because you were late for something he didn’t really get. Because of that, you hadn’t come over to the JYP building with him. He had to drive over alone. And you hadn’t pecked him goodbye at the entrance like always.

But he. Wasn’t. Grumpy.

Not. At. All.

> sunggie: girl, did you hide his cats or smth?

< minho’s owner: lol, wdym dude?

> sunggie: he looks like he’s going to kill me.

> sunggie: And he loves me! Wtf??

“Jisung-ah.”

Han shrieked in his place in the sofa, his phone almost falling off his hands. He quickly turned it off, hoping that the grumpy dancer hadn’t seen the old or new messages.

“Who were you texting?” Minho frowned, deeper this time.

“Oh.” Jisung chuckled. “Just checking in on noona.”

“My girlfriend?” The way Minho enunciated the title felt a bit possesive. Jisung eyed at him weirdly for a second. Even he felt weird himself.

Jisung nodded sheepishly, turning his phone back on but quickly opening a random app.

“Yeah. I owed her a call back.” He shrugged, nonchalantly accepting that he had opened Subway Surfers, and started to play.

As the catchy music came from Han’s phone, Minho shook his head.

Not grumpy.

Not at all.

But the thought that you had been texting Han and didn’t text him —instead of him— did funny things in his chest.

Now, keep in mind that Minho would never describe himself as a jealous man.

He trusted you with his cats, of course he trusted you regarding your relationship. But he had barely got a hold of you all day. And Han had. By call and text. Like he was doing now.

Not grumpy.

Sure.

< minho’s owner: you dead yet?

Jisung groaned.

> sunggie: no! you made me lose my score!

> sunggie: and I don’t have any keys! ㅠㅠ

< minho’s owner: sucks to suck, lol

< minho’s owner: but what’s wrong with my future husband? did you do something?

> sunggie: he’s moody since he came in this morning.

> sunggie: you weren’t here tho. smth wrong between ya?

< minho’s owner: no…? just had to run to work early…

And then, something in Jisung’s paboracha brain connected. Probably because of how he had named your contact in his phone.

> sunggie: omg

< minho’s owner: what?

> sunggie: that corny dumbass

> sunggie: he’s so stupid

< minho’s owner: bitch what is it???

> sunggie: he’s moody bc u didn’t come in with him today!

You hesitated. Could that be it?

< minho’s owner: really? u think so?

> sunggie: bitch I know so!

> sunggie: imma go get boba for the boys, get your ass here and come w/ me

Jisung’s brain started to work at cupid’s speed.

< minho’s owner: omw. be there in 5’

“Guys, I’m gonna go get boba. Do any of you want something?”

The rest of the gang blabbered something while some kept going over the steps of the choreography and the others rested on the couch, doozing off or on their phones. Han quickly noted down everyone’s orders, not before being squinted down by Minho. He held back a shiver.

“Clingy prick…” Jisung mumbled, leaving quickly.

He walked out of the JYP building, waiving and half bowing to the staff members and other artists in the building.

< minho’s owner: just parked! ^^

Jisung entered the boba place next to the building, smiling at the cashier as he read down the orders on his note app, and stood aside, waiting for the drinks.

“Hey!” You smiled widely at him, taking off your scarf, merely leaving it hanging on your shoulders. He clapped your hand, playfully slapping your back.

“Working hard?” Jisung snickered, pointing at the bag on your other hand.

You side-eyed at him, giggling softly.

“Took some snacks before heading off.” You shrugged. “We can sneak these in, right?”

Jisung scratched the back of his neck. “We’ll… come up with something.”

You both struggled carrying the drinks, teasing each other and betting who’d make a mess first. But all giggles came to an end when the security guard stared at you.

“Name and business?” He asked in a low huff.

Your body stiffened.

“She’s my sister,” Han chimed back. You were in fact far from being his sister, but that didn’t matter when the guard seemed to nod. “She’s just helping me carry the drinks inside.”

“And the bag? What’s inside?”

You cleared your throat, smiling. “Clothes for him to change once he finishes training.” You lied.

Thank God for his imagination. And for his stupid idea of shoving your scarf and his hoodie into the bag of snacks.

“Ok. You may come in.” The guard smiled politely.

Only after the both of you had gotten into the elevator you allowed yourselves to let out a sight full of relief. You two then smirked, high-fiving.

“Thank you, bro.” You teased in a snicker.

He cackled. “You’re welcome, sis.”

You both laughed and joked until you reached the training room.

“The person you dream of is back!” Han cackled.

“Noona!” Felix grinned happily.

“Yeah, that’s me!” You cackled at Jisung’s faked frown.

You smiled and greeted everyone as you entered, leaving a certain bunny boy for last.

You sat next to him on the couch, and without missing a beat, he took your legs and layed them on his lap.

You took a sip of his drink, and he stared at you, almost with a squint.

“You’ve made me jealous of fucking Han Jisung.” He stated matter-o-factly, making you practically choke on the tapioka pearls.

You coughed. “What?”

“You texted him all evening. And me? Not even a good luck kiss this morning.”

“Aw, are you grumpy, kitten?” You grinned teasingly, speaking only towards him in a soft tone to his ear. You pecked his cheek.

He needed more of those.

Grumpy, huh?

“Yes. Very.” He mumbled, hiding his blushed and pleased grin in the crook of your neck. “Need more kisses.”

“Well, you know how it goes.” You mumbled in a snicker. He hummed at you, waiting for you to explain.

You kissed his forehead softly, his hands stroking your thighs.

“Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me.”

~Kats, who can write this in one sit, but can’t figure out how chemistry works (yes have exams, why did I choose this for myself, help)

[fairytsuk1]

a sense of belonging | (s)

pairing: alex quackity x reader

words: 2.7k

warnings: sexual content, loss of virginity, dry humping, p-in-v, vanilla sex, missionary, protected sex, pre-established relationship

request: like, imagine reader and Alex having their first time together, like, both of them losing their virginity together

You weren’t expecting anything. That’s what you tried to remind yourself; it was a date like any other. No expectations. Alex was your long-term boyfriend, and you trusted him! You could remember flashing adoring eyes at him across the lunch hall when the two of you were young, his cheese quesadilla stretching to the table as he laughed with his friends.

He was smaller back then, a bit nerdy-looking to some, but perfect to you. You loved looking at him. You always had. 

Alex grins, teeth shining as music permeates the still quiet. He looks perfect today as you sit comfortably on his bed. Your lip gets caught between your teeth as your eyes rake over his black, wispy strands of hair, contrasting with his rosy lips in a way that makes your thighs squeeze together. You must look away, cheeks hot as your man settles next to you. 

“Is Mac Miller okay?”

Alex breaks your reverie, nudging your side with his elbow. You nod eagerly as you try not to get ahead of yourself. 

“You know I love him too.”

“Right! You get it,” Alex hesitates. “You look really beautiful right now.”

Your boyfriend sits next to you, and you can feel his body heat radiating towards you. His tone is aching with sincerity as he speaks; it makes your eyes well with tears. A hot rush of warmth courses through your veins, “thanks, ‘lex. You look really good, too.”

Your fingers graze his bicep as you compliment him, and you can feel the goosebumps that prickle his caramel skin. When your eyes meet his once more, they look a little more hooded and have a little more intent. It makes your clit pulse with need, and you know you’re soaking your panties.

“Thanks… hey, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you murmur, “so much!”

Neither of you realizes how close your faces are, but your expressions reflect the same desire. Fuck me. 

Alex swallows, brown eyes staring into yours for so long that it feels like forever. 

“… Can I kiss you?”

The confirmation you utter is both whiny and breathless. Alex’s lips capture yours in a passionate kiss, and there’s a sense of urgency behind his movements when he settles a warm hand on your knee. 

A saliva string connects the two of you when you break apart, “Alex…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m ready to… You know,” you start to laugh, your head falling into his chest, and he smiles at you. “You know what I mean.”

“I know, baby,” Alex pecks your forehead with a gentle kiss.

He’s not the boy he used to be. He’s a man now, the way he settles a gentle hand on your waist. Not only that, but he’s more confident now too, and it is so fucking sexy. You nearly purr when Alex helps you lay down against his soft bedsheets. They smell like him, some cologne he’d bought and insisted you smell. Do you like it? He asked with a soft smile. You had.

The way he kisses is heavenly, soft lips colliding against your own with an eagerness replicated in his grabby hands. You’d had heated make-out sessions before, but it’s different, the way you accommodate him between your legs with pouty lips.

“Are you okay?” he murmurs into your neck. “We don’t have to rush or anything…”

“I’m okay,” you assure with swollen lips. “I promise, let’s keep going. Unless you don’t want to! We can also stop–”

Alex kisses you again. His tongue slides wetly against your bottom lip, intertwining with yours in a sticky, hot kiss.

“I wanna keep going.”

Your moan is loud and embarrassing, and you shrink at Alex’s gleeful face. To you, it feels so lewd to cry out when he sucks a hickey on your neck, but your boyfriend feels differently based on how he grinds desperately against you.

“You’re really hot when you moan like that,” and he fucking shudders.

Something inside you burns hot and bright as his words, “Well, I want you to fuck me. C-Can’t help but moan when you’re touching me like that.”

It comes out as a light whisper but triggers a deep magnetic pull in Alex’s chest. He can’t help it, he wants you so badly, and here you are presented like a breathtaking present, ready to take his thick cock inch by inch till he’s balls deep inside of you. 

“Yeah, well, I need you…!”

Alex breathes into your neck as you grind up against him. He’s so weak for you, nearly trembling. You’re not unshaken, either, clit rubbing just right against his bulge. You can feel how hard he is against you, and it's so fucking sexy. 

His hands skim the bottom of your shirt, soft eyes asking for permission. You give a shy nod, and his hands give way to bare skin, “Jesus.”

“…What?”

“You’re just so beautiful. Seriously! I feel so grateful right now, being here with you.”

A ball of emotion wells in your throat as he slowly reveals the softness of your tummy and then your nude bra. You start to feel flustered as he takes a confident move to grope your tits, feeling them squish under his fingertips as you squirm. Alex kisses you again with lips that soothe like a balm. He pushes the cups down to leave you nearly naked, and he’s breathless at the sight.

“Wow, they’re really… I mean, seeing you like this is…”

“Sexy? Hot?”

“Yeah, exactly. All of that,” he kisses your jaw wetly before coming eye to eye with your hardening nipples, taking one into his warm mouth with a hum.

“Oh, fuck me, Alex. Be careful, ‘m so sensiti–ooh!”

He doesn’t even speak as he rolls your nub on his tongue, loud, wet noises echoing in the wake of your whimpers. Your hands tangle into his hair as you unconsciously pull him closer; the both of you writhe as if trying to mold your bodies into one. Alex sucks a hickey on the bottom of your breast and then pulls away proudly, “what do you think?”

It’s half to check in on you and half on him. You look at his eager-for-praise face for a second before grinning and pulling him close by his shoulders.

“I think… you’re really good at this.”

“You flatter me too much,” he croons into your chest whilst laying sloppy kisses on the column of your chest. “You just drive me wild, babe. I can’t explain it. You make me wanna do all these things…”

He pauses as he reaches the button of your shorts, giving you a careful eye as he settles more comfortably above you. You don’t mind undressing further, but you’re starting to feel curious about what’s under his black shirt and shorts. Manicured nails lightly scratch his bare stomach as you slowly push the cotton upwards, his breath stuttering as you move inch by inch. You’ve seen him before but hadn’t had the chance to see him until now.

It’s obvious he’s nervous as he pulls the shirt over his mussed hair. He kneels between your legs quietly as you take in the firmness of his pecks, how his nipples pebble under your thumb. You end up in his lap with him flat on his back, open, pliant, ready to be devoured. Your hips rock against his effortlessly as your hands glide over his chest and abs, feeling every breath inhaled into his lungs.

Alex’s rib cage expands and caves under your touch. He’s shy enough to keep quiet purposefully, but every other rock of your hips lets aching whimpers flow out of him. He was so noisy. It made you feel dizzy with power and want as you touched him.

“B-Babe, I, uhngh, wait,” and you pause immediately with worried eyes. 

“I just, fuck, I needed to calm down,” he pants with eyes closed and bruising fingers on your hips, “any longer, and I would’ve–haha.”

The two of you laugh at the thought, but it leaves an indelible mark of love in your heart, thinking of how Alex is so deeply attracted to you. The mark grows into a phrase that just can’t be held back anymore, and you resist his hand strength to drag your hips over the length of his dick over and over—

“I need you inside me, ‘lex. I need to feel you fuck me, please? I’m so wet, I wanna know what you feel like,” your mewls leave him scrambling to unbutton your jeans. “Always finger myself thinking of you, imagining its you. Do you… think of me?”

“God, of course I do. You’re the only one I am thinking of,” his head tilts back, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Can’t wait anymore, baby.”

It comes mumbled out as a sigh, but you’re nearing the end of your rope as your panties stick lewdly to your pussy. Alex whines as you pull away to lay flat on your back; you grin up at him as you loosely hold the backs of your thighs.

“Are you just gonna stare, or are you gonna do somethin’ about it?”

“Shut up.”

He pins you down with a bruising kiss, and remember just how much Alex loves to be in control. You can feel it in how he insistently tugs on your panties, snapping them against your flesh, just to see it turn flushed. Tenderizing you, making you ripe for his picking as the meat of his hand pushes your thighs further back.

It seemed like he knew what he was doing, and you knew your sloppy pussy was drooling. Your thoughts were confirmed as he rubbed the flat of his thumb against your swollen clit, neglected and begging for his touch.

“She wants me, so wet, I really wanna taste you,” Alex rambles as a forefinger dips slightly into you before pulling back. “You know you look good, right? You have’ta know, babe, ‘cause I’m always saying it.”

Alex lays a gentle kiss on the inner bend of your knee. Featherlight and loving.

“I always want to show it,” he practically purrs as thick fingers deftly untie his bottoms. “I’m always thinking such… dirty thoughts when it comes to you. What can I say? You’re my favorite girl.”

You’re quaking as his voice strikes every nerve on the dot. Your legs fall and close in on themselves as you tremble, core swirling white-hot with arousal. Every nerve wants to keel over itself and just obey him. 

“You’re making me flustered,” you grumble as he pumps his cock.

It’s so hard not to stare at how his hips twitch every thump of his fist against his navel. It’s even harder not to ask him to fuck you raw for every bead of precum that spills over his knuckles like syrup. 

“I like you flustered. All loving and cute.”

The two of you are quiet aside from the desperate hiss that emerges as you feel his head just barely push against you. You know it’ll sting and that’s the nerve-racking part, but Alex intertwines your hands and pecks the corner of your mouth.

“We’ll go slow, yeah?”

“Yeah, just be gentle, okay?”

“Of course, baby,” he kisses your shoulder and rubs his nose against your jaw. “Whatever you want. It’s just you and me.”

He lets you hold his gaze as long as you need to, breathing shallowing as you remember all your reassurances: Alex loves you, Alex would never hurt you, Alex is your soulmate.

The last one leaves a warm rush of confidence, thrumming down your vertebrae. Your brain gives you a rush of endorphins, and you’re kissing Alex’s pink lips to say, “I’m ready.”

Your boyfriend nods and sighs heavily on his haunches. His dick sits thick and leaking. It’s so lewd how his hand grips the base, and he shudders from the barest pull of his fist. Alex’s eyes admire your sloppy pussy, and he can barely look away as he pats for a condom.

His teeth look animalistic, ripping the foil. His hands look even stronger and skilled as he starts to roll the condom on, and you feel intimacy call your name as you sit up to come close. All you can hear are the soft sounds of your needy breaths as you both roll the latex down his sensitive flesh.

“T-Thanks,” he murmurs with a blush crawling up his neck. “Lay back for me, hermosa.”

Your hole clenches around nothing, and you try to keep your hips from canting towards his, but it’s useless. Alex pushes the tip against you, eyes raking over your form as he squeezes your hand before moving forward. There’s a hot pinch of pain and your eyes automatically squeeze in tears, “‘m sorry, baby. Let me know when I can keep going, mhm?”

Alex sucks your nipple into his warm, inviting mouth, and you let out a pleasured sob. God, it feels so fucking good, and every shift has him moving an inch deeper every single time. Slowly, he fills you to the brim till you’re stuffed full and making grabby hands for him.

“Ohmygod, ngh, ‘lex, feels so good!”

“Fuck, you feel–fuck–so good, babe.”

There’s a wet clicking sound that echoes in your ears as Alex rolls his hips. He’s slow at first, heavy cock dragging down and splitting you apart before fucking himself back into you with a haggard groan. You mewl, fingers digging into pliable skin, when he angles his hips up and hits right there.

It’s so sloppy how your arousal sticks to both of you. Sticky strings keep you nice and wet as Alex grinds himself against you, tip kissing you so deep you arch back and sob out, “you’re fucking me so good, ‘lex. Ohgod, you’re so deep; I-I can feel you here…”

You can barely think straight as tears spring to your eyes. Alex is hardly holding himself together as he hones in on the way your walls greedily suck him in to slide home deep in your cunt. A creamy ring of white coats his base, and he lets out a shuddering wail, his hips jerking wildly and his eyes scrunching closed.

God, you and your pussy were fucking ravishing him. 

“Yeah, yeah. Oh, I love you, baby,” his lip trembles as his hand clumsily squeezes your breast. “I love you so much, love how you can take me like this–ohfuck, I’m getting close.”

It’s obvious that Alex is losing it because his eyes roll back, and his moans grow higher, pitched, and needy. You feel it, too. Your hand comes down to rub tight circles on your clit, both you and Alex rippling and grinding desperately to reach your peak. His lips pant against your sweaty skin before giving you a loving kiss, “I want you to cum with me, please, can you?”

Both your mind and pussy are delirious, with only one thought coursing through you: AlexAlexAlex! You sniffle, hands scratching delicate flesh as you pull him close, walls clenching around him as if trying to fuse him with you. 

“Oh! Alex, I’m so–feeling like I'm gonna cum,” you warble desperately, practically shaking like a wild animal as Alex talks you through it. “Fuckfuck, I’m gonna cum, ‘lex!”

The neighbors must be infuriated as your mouth opens into an “O” to let out a cry of pleasure. You don’t even realize you’re begging Alex until he sighs deeply into your ear, “fuck, I’ll give it to you, baby. Shit!”

His balls slap against your ass as he groans, hips tilting forward as he spills into the condom and fills it. It’s blissful warmth that leaves stray tears falling down your cheeks as you chase his lips for more. Alex shudders at your gummy walls as they spasm and milk him for all he’s worth. Alex rocks into you to ride out your highs, softening and letting you both come to.

Pulling out, your boyfriend is immediately leveling face-to-face with you. Alex goes to speak, but you have no time for words as you pull him deep into a kiss. He adjusts to your wants easily as he rests on his forearms and pulls you close. It’s tender. His fingertips brush so softly against your skin like they weren’t just making indents on the backs of your thighs.

“Like, wow,” he murmurs, hot and sweaty against your lips. “You’re everything I’ve wanted and more, seriously, mi amor.”

“Stoppp,” you’re too shy to do anything but simper at him.

Alex kisses you again, and then squeezes your hip. He doesn’t need to say much. You both knew.

“Hey, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You hadn’t been expecting anything. But, of course, Alex surpassed your expectations in every which way.

[ash5monster01]

It Should Be Wrong

Pairing: Angus MacGyver x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, descriptive smut, dirty talk, strong language, p in v, oral (f receiving), confrontation, awkwardness, use of y/n

(I actually blacked out with this one so please know it is heavily rated R)

Summary: You never really saw Mac in a romantic or attractive way until one night the both of you get a little too drunk and find yourselves in bed. The worst part, it was the best you ever had.

word count: 2.9k

Masterlist

You didn’t get it. Not at first. He was always just a friend and when girls looked his way you’d find yourself confused. Yeah he had a charming personality, honey dew skin, perfect blonde hair, and glowing blue eyes, but he was Mac. The same Mac you’d known for the entirety of your whole life. The boy that would blow spit balls in your hair and scare any guys you talked too off. So why was it you were in the position you are now with none other than Angus MacGyver himself?

“Holy fuck” your hazy voice fills the room around you. Hands tangled in that perfect blonde hair, Mac sat between your legs, and was giving you the best head of your life. You could still see the campfire glow out the windows of his room where the two of you had just been ‘drinking a few beers’.

Now he was eating you for all your worth, humming against your folds, and curling your toes. It was dirty, in every sense of the word. It’s not until his lips wrap around your clit do you find yourself tightening your thighs around his head. You would be concerned about suffocating him but the hum of delight he gives buzzes from your clit all the way up to your brain.

“I’m gonna cum Mac” you pant, almost embarrassed by how fucked out your voice is, especially towards him. You should be embarrassed it’s even him doing this to you. Yet hearing your words he only continues to eat you like a man starved and pushing you over the edge which has you trembling in seconds.

“Fucking delicious” he rasps and before you’ve even come down from your high he’s rolling you over with ease and propping your ass in the air. When did he get so strong? Before you even register what’s happening he’s slid into you at full force, pelvic bone pushing against your ass. “Damn baby, should’ve known you were tight”

“Shit, move, please” you beg and you don’t have to look to see the sly grin on the boys face as he pulls back and starts to pound into you. It’s filthy, dirty, and delicious. You should be concerned about no condom, but it’s Mac and you’re on the pill after all. The one guy you’ve known your whole life and trust entirely. You just never assumed you’d trust him in this situation.

“So fucking pretty” Mac murmurs, still pounding into you, your face smushing into the mattress. He lands a swift smack to your ass which has you muffling a yelp into the blankets in front of you. You know mascara is running down your face but your arousal was also running down your legs.

He was hitting all the right place and felt so good. Nothing separating either of you as you finally both did the one thing as best friends you claimed you’d never do. Suddenly his hand is wrapped in your hair and lifting you up to meet his thrusts. You go to whine but are stopped when his free hand reaches around and takes your breast into his hand.

“You like that baby? Me fucking you and holding these pretty tits?” he growls into your ear and in all the times you had pictured Mac in the bedroom you had never pictured him this intense and dirty.

“Yes Mac, wish you were sucking on them” and per your request he’s slipping out of you suddenly. You whine due to the loss of friction but he spins you back around and eases you onto the bed. His dick is red and angry, grazing across his abdomen and wet with your slick. You clench around nothing when he grabs himself at the base and realigns with your entrance. When did Mac get so fucking sexy?

“Such a dirty girl” he mutters with the shake of his head before he’s back inside of you. The moan you let out is pornagraphic and his own muffling haround your breast in seconds. The new angle from him bending down is delightful mixed with the sensation of his mouth taking time with each of your nipples. Now that you think about it, he hasn’t kissed you once since this all started.

“Kiss me Angus” you demand and Mac releases your nipple with a pop before giving you a slight smile. A glimpse of the gentle and kind man you usually know.

This isn’t how first kisses should go. Especially with one of your best friends in the entire world. This should’ve happened when you were fourteen and hiding out in the old treehouse. Not now when he was actually inside of you and you are both too drunk to consider the repercussions of this. Despite all of that Mac leans forward delicately and places his lips against your own. Your hands find your way in his hair again as you kiss him back, lips fitting together like puzzle pieces. Of all the things you expected it to be like it wasn’t this. It wasn’t only good but it was perfect, the best kiss you’ve ever had. Actually so far the best sex you’d ever had and even thought you thought it was wrong, all of it felt right.

“I’ve always wanted to do this” he admits before kissing you deeply again, now rocking his hips slowly with your own. It’s when his tongue slips around your own, you lock your legs around his waist and bring him deeper into you then he has been all night.

Who would’ve thought making out with your best friend could be this fun? When Mac’s hands reach to grope your tits he’s muffling your moan in his own mouth, bringing you both back to the very dirty reality that he was currently inside you raw. Pulling away from your mouth with a heavy pant he moves back into a position where he can thrust faster into you. It’s when he uses your breasts to steady himself and pounds faster into you, do you feel that coil begin to tighten.

“Shit Mac, I’m gonna cum” you gasp, hands steadying yourself on his shoulders as his body pounds yours into the mattress. He uses this response to pick up pace and before you can even register it your orgasm comes lightening fast, squeezing around his cock tightly.

“Fuck baby, got a death grip on me” he says with a stutter to his hips before spilling his load inside of you. Your mind feels fuzzy at the blissful feeling of his cum warming inside of you. You’re turned on all over again when he slowly slides out and watches as you drip his cum out of you.

“Mac” you whine, unsure what you’re asking for but he knows what you want when he takes his still hard cock and uses it to shove that very cum back inside you.

“Gonna have to take all of it baby” he tells you, knowing how overstimulated and sensitive you are. You gasp when his thumb presses lightly against your swollen clit and his dick twitches inside of you from his own orgasm.

When he pulls back out you can’t help but wince at the feeling and his naked form is slowly laying beside you and wrapping his arms around you. You grin when he presses a soft kiss into your neck, because that was the best sex you ever had and it was with Mac. The same guy you should’ve never counted out. Now you were jealous of all those girls he had crushes on growing up because you were too stupid to know exactly what you were missing out on.

The sound of your phone ringing in the morning is piercing when it reaches your head. You can’t help but groan as you fumble in a search for it. You can hardly open your eyes because of how bright the room is, you must’ve forgotten to close the blinds. Finally finding the phone you click answer and hold it up to your ear.

“Hello” you mutter, tired and in no mood to be awake right now.

“Y/N, where’s Mac?” Riley’s familiar voice fills your ears and suddenly your eyes are snapping open because why did you have Mac’s phone? That’s when it hits you. Bozer was with his girlfriend last night, you came to hang out with Mac, and he fucked you. He fucked you hard and good.

“Shit” you say out loud, glancing to your side to find you are in fact in Mac’s bed and he is completely naked beside you.

“Y/N, what’s going on? You weren’t answering your phone and now you’re answering his?” Riley questions and you sigh.

“Nothing, I just fell asleep here and my phone died. Mac is sleeping, what’s up?” you recollect yourself, not wanting to give way to what you and Mac exactly got up to last night.

“Matty needs you both, some new mission, and you’re both already late” she informs you and now you’re in full panic mode.

“Shit!” you say again before hanging up. You’re scrambling out of the bed in seconds, hunting for all your clothes now streamed across the floor of Mac’s room.

“Mac wake up!” you shout, throwing his phone back at him which lands on his stomach with a thud. He’s wincing and looking at you just as you slide your jeans up your legs with no underwear, considering you can’t find it. He blushes almost instantly at the nudity of your upper half which isn’t for long as you clip your bra into place.

“What the hell?” he groans, hands pressing against his head as he takes in his own hangover.

“We’re late for meeting Matty and apparently drank too much last night” you inform him, sliding your shirt over your head. That has him jumping into action as you move to his bathroom to see the disaster of yourself.

It’s bad. Your makeup is smudged under your eyes and hair strewned in places it didn’t belong. Gasping you do your best to wash your face and brush through it with the little things Mac has in here. Giving up and tying your hair on your head you rush back out to a now dressed Mac and ready to go. The worst part is when you realize you had rode with Mac here from the Phoenix last night so now you had to ride back together.

“Should we talk about it?” Mac says after a beat, fingers drumming on his knee as he drives you both in the maroon Jeep.

“Nothing to talk about” you mutter despite there being everything to talk about. It wasn’t just hookup sex or friend with benefits sex. This was dirty, filthy, breed you, you are mine sex. Actually the dirtiest sex you ever had in your life and never expected it to be with Mac of all people.

“Y/N, I can’t just go in there not having talked about this” he pleads, glancing over at you where you have refused to look at him since you got in the car. “You haven’t even looked at me and you’re acting weird. You’re my best friend, I don’t want things to change.

“But they did Mac. That wasn’t the kind of night you pretend didn’t happen. That was intense” you say, finally daring a glance at him where you see the pure desperation in his ocean blue eyes.

“Exactly which is why we should talk about it” he bargains and you sigh with the shake of your head.

“You said last night that you’ve always wanted to kiss me. Was that true or just the sex talking?” you finally cave and you don’t miss the way Mac’s hands grip the steering wheel. You’ve known each other your whole lives after all. You know all his tells.

“It was true. If you think at any point in my life I never had a crush on you, you’re crazy. Most girls didn’t talk to me and Bozer until high school. But you, you were always there” Mac says, eyes trained on the road but you also know he doesn’t want to look you in the eye when he admits this.

“When did you like me like that?” you ask and he lightly chuckles to himself.

“When we were thirteen. You came to my birthday party in a purple sundress and gave me an engineering book that you thought I might like. I kept telling myself I didn’t like you but when I smashed cake in your face and you laughed instead of cried, I fell in love while I picked the pieces of frosting out of your hair” he says and your stomach summersaults at the story he recalls from his own point of view. You remembered that birthday.

“Of course it was” you mutter and Mac furrows his eyebrows as he quickly glances at you.

“Why’s that?” he questions and you roll your eyes.

“Because that was the first time since I was ten I got over my crush on you, told myself it’ll never happen” and then Mac is laughing like you’ve just told him the funniest thing in the world.

“Who replaced me? Bozer?” he questions when his laughter quiets down and you roll your eyes.

“No, Brendan Fraser actually which I still find completely fair” you tell him and he laughs again, remembering how you made him watch Encino man for the entirety of that school year.

“So you’re telling me that we’ve been friends for our entire lives and somehow kept missing each other until now?” he questions and you shrug, thinking of all the times you ever felt romantically towards the boy beside you. There was the time you mentioned, once in high school when he dumped his prom date to take you when you didn’t get asked, and when he dropped out to join the army. You had been so scared of losing him you found all those old feelings coming back. Somehow after all these years your feelings both lined up and the result was last night. No wonder it was so intense.

“Apparently so blondie” you respond with a nickname you have used since childhood and Mac shakes his head as you flip the visor mirror down and fix your hair again.

Pulling into the Phoenix parking lot you pray that no one questions the way either of you look despite Mac looking much better than you at the moment. Your heart has doubled in speed by the time Mac reached his normal spot and goes to shift the car in park. Flipping the visor up, you’re reaching for the door on your quick escape, but Mac’s hand on your arm stops you.

“Wait” and then with the strength you didn’t discover until last night, he’s pulling you towards him and kissing you quickly. Once the immediate shocks goes away you lightly kiss him back, it not as filthy as the one you shared the night before but just as nice.

“What was that for?” you ask once he pulls away, eyes still closed as he lets the weight of your kiss sink in.

“I just wanted to make sure that what I felt last night was real” he says and now your heart is beating heavily for him. You had felt it too, in fact you’d never felt anything like it until last night.

“It was real Mac, all of it” you tell him and his eyes open, blinking into focus as he takes all of your features in.

“Can we not pretend this didn’t happen because there is no way I can go back to normal after this?” he asks and you sigh, eyes glancing over his own features as well and you realize that even if a relationship could jeopardize your friendship it was still him. The same boy you’ve loved a hundred different times and ways in your life, and if it was ever going to work with anybody it would be him.

“Fine, but you should know I don’t sleep with people on first dates” you say and he snorts, hands squeezing at your waist as he still keeps you pulled against the center console.

“Good to know but does it technically count as our first date? If you include Prom and that one party in college I’d say it is about our third” he says and you giggle and shake your head, cheeks warming over as you face the boy beside you.

“Our third date. I could possibly let third base slide but we’ll see” you tell him and he grins.

“I’ll take it” he says and you shake you head before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and hopping out of the car.

“Last one in is a rotten egg!” you call out, rushing for the Phoenix doors and Mac jumps into action. Grabbing his keys and rushing out the car behind you. Yet he was going to let you win, just like he did when he was thirteen, and you’d race him into school.

At least this time he knows when he finishes the race he still gets to keep you.

Taglist: @mayfieldss @paigewinchester67 (I saw you liking my MacGyver posts today so here is a small treat)

[reorientation]

zyn anon. sorry to spam your dms, i just have some updates i can't really share elsewhere lmao. only one of my irls know im fucking this boy but she doesn't know it was for nicotine pouches lmao

im not even "exchanging" my "services" for zyns anymore. i didn't like them at all, but id still occasionally ask for a tin or two here and there. to not let it get to his head ☺️. a month and a half later im just doing it for free 😒 he makes jokes now that im not even fucking him for product. and jokes that he got me addicted to him instead. so you were right about me becoming a budding addict for a straight mans cock.

we never had a convo about us being official, but he made it clear early on that he wants to be the only guy fucking me rn. i asked if he sleeps around with other girls, and he said he doesnt need to when im so eager for him. :/. he calls me his girlfriend in front of his roommate and gamer friends, too. but not to people we know mutually.

he's also a lot more affectionate now. we've been on an actual date, it was surprisingly romantic and really sweet, and not just me blowing him in his car. though I did after but that's not the point.

i pretty much dress exclusively femininely outside of our programs unisex uniform, i used run errands in boymode but im not even doing that anymore. i have a chosen name that can be shortened into something kinda feminine sounding so he just calls me that. even in front of classmates who dont know i have a pussy, and one that hes been inside of. and the "nickname" is catching on with our classmates too lol.

z anon. forgot to include the update. sorry, i ramble a lot.

i skipped my last two T shots ☺️ im still waiting on my iud appointment in a few weeks. unfortunately this also means i havent really been letting him inside me as often, since im still really scared of pregnancy especially this early on in this weird situation. i am blowing him a lot though lol. it's a win win for me since being on my knees for him with his cock down my throat is so damn hot, especially when he's kinda fucking my face and pulls my hair during it. but fuck its probably been at least a week since his cocks been in me and i miss it. a lot lol. hes so manly and strong, i miss how feminine i feel when im under him. his body would just inadvertently pin me in place, im painfully aware of how small and feminine i am in comparison to him. how truly heterosexual it all is.

but i cannot trust myself bro like i know even if i insist on him using a condom ill end up asking for him to take it off. if he doesnt outright refuse. and like it's so difficult because that turns me on more. i know ill end up having his dick in me sometime before I get my iud, i just gotta be responsible and power through the demons.

im still dysphoric through this situation, especially since stopping T and the fear of like. the few times hes cum in me before havimg a little more serious consequences. despite taking plan b after each time. but the horny part of my brain has never been happier. whenever i feel like backing out, i send him nudes or text him smth risky just for extra self encouragement. but he's on a camping vacation thing rn with his family, and the service is shit and i miss him 🥺 even outside of sex.

like I want to become his girlfriend, truly. and that would have me become a girl for him. which basically means becoming a girl fulltime. i guess that would actually just be going back to being a girl. all for a straight boy 🤦🏻

its hugely dysphoric but kinda nice, like a part of me hates how he's so much bigger and way more masculine than me without any effort, even outside of us having heterosexual sex. i get so dysphoric that he's taller, bigger, way stronger and just so clearly male. but apparently, i enjoy being a girl for him more than i hate it.

(Previously)

You know, Anon, this is awfully romantic.

I mean, listen to yourself. You got into this as a whore, offering to suck his dick for discounted nicotine pouches, but now you're pining over him, and wanting to be a proper girl so that you can be his girlfriend. You're definitely still a whore, but you're a whore with a heart of gold.

Not a smart whore, though. So scared of pregnancy, but you stopped your T before getting on real birth control, knowing that you can't stop yourself from begging for his bare cock. You're so desperate to be a good girl for him that you're consciously ramping up the risk of having his baby, just so that you can return to full femininity a little sooner.

You know, I got this anon after your last ask:

They're not quite right, in that this first update doesn't include a pregnancy announcement. But it's been a bit since you sent me this, and reading what you sent me, it's not hard to imagine you having already gotten started on the path to being a cute little baby mama to your straight boyfriend.

But even if you haven't... You're never going to be able to forget what this was like, will you? Losing your virginity to a straight man, and so easily losing your identity with it. Being pinned down by him with your legs spread and his bare cock in your pussy. The simple force of a man on top of you, and how simple it was to slip back into womanhood and welcome him in.

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

24 hours

Hey so this was a request from @cici0love on wattpad for an Alex x intern!reader so hope you like it!

Pairing Alex Karev x fem!intern!reader                                                                                                                  Word count: 1.3k

!!NOT PROOFREAD!!                                                                                                                                                        Warnings: none

(Alex is an attending in this) -  Also I apologise for any goofy spacing.  I wrote this on my laptop and it does the spaces between the speech all funky :(

Alex POV:

I hate today. Too many stupid kids coming into the ER and extending my shift since Robbins is in a super long surgery. I should just hand the work over to my interns but if I'm gunna be honest the only intern I'd trust to cover the pit is already elbow deep in some guys abdomen. Literally. She was called into trauma 1 like 20 minutes ago and she had to stop this guy's internal bleeding using her hand so now she has to go up to the OR with him briefly so he doesn't bleed out. But, if I'm being completely honest with you if she comes back, I kinda don't wanna leave. I mean yes, I have been here for about 19 hours at this point but who cares? If I get to see the woman I'm falling head over heels for it's worth it.  Wow, I've never felt like this about someone, like I want to get serious with them. What is she doing to me?!

Time skip to when reader is out of the OR

"Dr Karev?" I hear the sweetest voice say from behind me

"Yeah?" I say as I turn round and give her a tired smile

"Oh wow, uhm, I was going to ask to scrub in on your next surgery but oh my. You look like a zombie you need to go home."

"Speak for yourself." I say chuckling at her comment and the irony of it.

"Can't, I'm on a 24 hour." 

"On a Friday? Man that must suck."

"Yeah it kinda does but, at least you're here with me. That makes it a bit better."

I look at her a little stunned at the flirting but bask in it nonetheless. 

"I could say the same for you, I mean I feel like you're the only reason I even tolerate interns anymore."

She blushed at this comment which makes my stupid little heart swell with pride and my stomach to fill with dumb butterflies. Shit, I really like her. I tell her she can scrub in and we head up to OR 2 and start a bowel resection on a 2 week old baby boy. He has had many complications however, this bowel resection may just be the tipping point.  I don't think he can handle much more but, the parents want to try everything so I do. However, I may have failed to mention this to Y/N which I have a feeling may be a mistake but oh well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Time skip to half way through the surgery

"You wanna resect the rest of the bowel?" 

"Really?" She looked at me with wide eyes. Oh my god her eyes, they're so beautiful. Anyways...

"Yeah 100% go for it." Se looked at mme and mutters a shy 'Thank you' and begins. 

So far she's done everything perfect, down to the last minute detail but, like I said. I don' think the kid can take it.

Reader POV:

"Doctor, BP dropping." I look up startled, how could his BP drop? Iv'e done everything right. I think I have at least... Shit did I mess his up?

"It's okay don't worry." Alex says to me as I look up at him clearly worried about what I'm doing wrong. 

All of a sudden the baby's heart stops.

"Get me the paddles and charge to 15!" I yell out to the nurses still trying o figure out what went wrong. "Clear!" I say as I shock the baby for the first time.

7 times. I shocked the kid seven times and noting. I call time of death and rush out of the OR. I hear footsteps behind me and know who it is instantly. I try to walk faster so he doesn't have to yell at me and thankfully I'm saved by the parents stopping Alex to ask how it went. Oh no, the parents. I decide Alex has done this long enough to know how to deliver bad news on the behalf of someone else's mistakes so I let him get on with it. It hurts even more that he's the one mad at me because I have a massive crush on him and we work really well together; I'm hoping to do paediatrics as a specialty as well. So great, my entire comfy life and rituals of greeting and teasing him are gone out the window.  I go up to the paeds floor and find ann on-call room, lay down and start crying. I killed a baby.

Alex POV:

"Goddamnit." I mutter under my breath as I realised I lost Y/N.  The parents were obviously upset but very understanding as the knew the risk and it just didn't go their way. So, now I had my favourite intern (and just person in general at this point) somewhere in the hospital, probably crying, probably beating herself up for no reason and probably crushed her confidence. Great job Alex.

I make my way to the nurses station and ask if any of them have seen y/n/n. 

"I saw Dr Y/l/n go into the on-call room, she looked a bit upset is she okay?" The nurse asked worry lacin her voice. Damn, she's so sweet she's even befriended the nurses (who usually hate surgeons).

"Yeah, she'll be okay just gunna go talk to her." I respond and make a beeline for the on-call room. 

As I walk in my heart breaks as I hear quiet sobs coming from one of the bottoms bunks. 

"Look before you say anything I'm really sorry, I don't know what I did wrong and I'll go tell the parents it's my fault that their kid's dead-" She starts rambling and sitting up assuming I'm mad at her which tears my heart apart even more. I cut her off by sitting next to her and wrapping my arms around her and guiding her head into my shoulder. 

"It's not your fault, okay? I really need you to believe that. The parents knew they were taking a risk sending him into that OR. He was a dead man- or baby should I say, before he was even wheeled into the OR. You resected his bowel perfectly but his body just couldn't take  the strain. You did everything right." She wraps her arms around me even tighter after I said that. I lift her head out of the nape of my neck and hook my fingers around her chin. 

"I think you're too tired to be here, and plus you've been on call now for what.." I quickly check my watch. "Boom, 24 hours. You're done and I'm taking you back to mine so I know you're okay." I say to her.

"Aww you going soft  Dr Karev?" she says teasingly.

"Only for you." I reply while looking her straight in the eye, it's now or never.

Reader POV:

He's  leaning in one minute and the next thing I know he's pulled me up onto his lap and put his arms around my waist to bring me closer to him. The kisses are getting sloppy and rushed now and I need him desperately but I'm just so tired. I assume he feels  the same because he pulls away and says, "As much as I want to, if we did I think I'd pass out while we we doing it." I gugge  at his response and agree with him.

"Look, how about I take you back too mine, we sleep, we go to work tomorrow and get off early because we both just did 24 hours , I'll take you out for dinner and then we'll continue where we left off here when we get back.?  How's that sound?" A crimson red layer paints my face as he finishes his sentence. 

"That sounds amazing, you know, maybe we should do 24 hour shifts more if it ends like this everytime." I gesture to me in his lap and he laughs and says we should. I smile contently at him and then wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle my head into the crook of his neck. He is literally perfect.

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

I have a desperate need for more ghoul!Joshua Graham. I just finished Honest Hearts again, and the brainrot has thoroughly set in 🫠🫠

Love your headcanons and fics!

Ghoul!Joshua Graham (Fallout: New Vegas, Honest Hearts DLC) NSFW Headcanons

[Minor TW for discussion of the concept of marital rape/unhealthy views of consent typical of Caesar's Legion.]

As I've touched on before, you'd be hard-pressed to get this man to even consider the idea that his constant pain and open wounds are the result of active ghoulification and not some sort of spiritual affliction. Ol' boy would believe he's the new Cain before he'd believe that being exposed to radiation when you're freshly, near-mortally wounded would turn him into a ghoul. He'll only believe you if you prove to him that radiation will help to heal his lingering wounds, and he'll only even entertain such a thing if he trusts you quite deeply, and Joshua Graham is not a man who trusts easily. You'll see this man's dick long before you ever hear him admit that he may be turning into "something else". I suppose you could trick him into radiation exposure to prove your point, but I think he'd react really poorly to that.

Once his pain is consistently well-managed, he still won't be enthusiastic about the idea of ditching the bandages, even when the two of you are alone. Yes, part of it is because his skin is still quite fragile, regardless of if he's largely healed of any significant wounds. Fresh scar tissue isn't very strong and he'll be easily re-injured. But that isn't the only factor that motivates him to keep his body and face largely hidden away, or even the primary one; he's also more vain than you'd suspect (or he'd ever want to admit to). As fearsome as his reputation had been before, as monstrous as he was (and is), he still thought himself quite easy on the eyes at one time. Being with someone so beautiful, and likely significantly younger than he is, will not soothe this insecurity, shockingly. The most he'll give you, generally, is unwinding the wrappings from the places you want access to; his mouth, his hands, his groin. That's about it until there's a reason for him to remove more in front of you. However, I think that once he was fully exposed in front of you once, he'd be more agreeable to do it again. The feeling of your smooth, plush skin against his own is actually quite intoxicating. In public, though, I'm not sure he's anywhere near a place where he'd feel comfortable not being wrapped head to toe.

Since he's already several years into the ghoulification process, his senses are already heightened; his sense of smell is especially acute, even through the bandages. He will use this against you as often as possible. Snuck off to have a secret joint or cig? Not a secret from Joshua. Turned on and trying to keep it under wraps? He sees right through you. He can even smell other people on you if he makes the effort to commit their smell to memory. God help you if you come back to him smelling a little too much like someone he doesn't approve of or want you around...you'll have some groveling to do.

Almost embarrassed by how active his sex drive becomes once the two of you are intimately acquainted and he's generally pain-free. It ebbs and flows a bit, but generally he finds himself wanting you to the point of action about every other day. However, when things are going especially well, he finds himself wanting you every day, sometimes multiple times a day. During these intense "on" periods, he tries his best to give you plenty of time to rest (and heal; he frets about the idea of his boldly fluids hurting you now that his whole body is slightly radioactive, so if you complain of any soreness after penetrative sex, he won't touch you for days afterwards, even if you plead...the fact that he can be quite rough doesn't seem to factor into the situation in his mind) and will "suck it up" as often as possible. The man is damn near sixty; he isn't gonna complain about having gas in the tank, but he does find himself feeling some chagrin when it seems like a strong enough breeze suddenly gets him going.

Has never been an especially deep or sound sleeper, and once he begins to accept what's happening to him, he sleeps even less. Not at all some nights. Many ghouls give up on the idea of sleep because they don't want to be haunted by dreams of the past; Joshua is constantly thinking about the past, so that isn't a big deal to him. He simply has a terminal case of Protestant (Mormon) Work Ethic and thinks its a waste to sleep if he doesn't feel the need. Of course, more time awake means more time for his desires to tempt him, and he quickly finds himself plagued by lust while you sleep. Trying to respect your need for rest, he doesn't often act on these feelings much, save for an occasional grope or kiss to your sleeping body. He finds this overwhelming temptation an indictment on his self control, and for that reason, he abstains from acting on his feelings outside of that. However, once you're married (and this man will marry you if you're sleeping together/dating; he isn't the type to date casually for many reasons that I don't think need describing), his thinking on the subject slowly evolves. You'll go from waking up to him staring a hole through his open Bible with an erection he refuses to address to waking up to him on top of you. Like I've said before, that Legion mindset still frames his opinions on many fronts, and in the Legion, the person you marry is basically your property to utilize as it pleases you. I mean, you love him, right? Don't you want to take care of him? Do not ask this man if he thinks it's possible to rape your spouse...you will not like his answer.

Already has the typical ghoul obsession with hair on his partner, whether he realizes it or not. Loves to play with your hair, subtly but affectionately; twirling the ends around his fingertip, smoothing it with his broad palms. Will braid your hair if you let him. Equally loves to thread his fingers into it at the roots and use it to yank you around while he fucks you, bury his face in it as you both come apart together. Also quite intrigued by the soft downiness of any pubic hair you may have. Likes to spend time sucking and nibbling at your inner thighs as an excuse to rub his cheek against it.

[candyskiez]

I like hearing ppl infodump n u seem like a cool bean. would u be willing to talk abt shou from mp100(?) a bit with just a lil context added in for someone who only has a passing familiarity with the show. side note: plural mob be based

SLAMS DOWN ON TABLE. Before I get into this I want to say this is not a Serizawa hate post. Because I am reading what I wrote and it sounds like it at points. It is not. I was writing what I think Shou feels about him. I love Serizawa and I love them being friends, this is me talking about Shou having complicated feelings about his trauma. Okay? Okay.

Okay okay so. Shou is the son of a guy who tried to take over the world, and his entire life was spent trying to stop him. And then someone did. Someone stopped Claw. His dad got locked up. And Shous whole life had been built around trying to stop him, he had zero time for anything else other than occasionally visiting his mom (who left when he was a kid. We don't know what happened. We don't know if she tried to take Shou with or not. All we know is that Shou kept her presence hidden from his dad. We don't know how Shou feels about his mom or if he lives with her after his dad gets locked up. We know he had adults who were also rebelling in claw (the organization his dad ran), and he seemed to trust them a lot. I like to imagine they're a weird family and like. I imagine there's some Shit there. I like to imagine at least one of them was kinda giving up on everything, not really caring one way or another about what happened to everyone because they're just. Done. But then this wide eyed idealist of a kid comes by and he wants to stop his dad, holy shit the boss has a kid, and the kid is taking all this on himself. Maybe they didn't think they could fix anything but they had to save this kid. Did they believe Toichiro could be stopped at all? What were they like? We don't know much about them. How many of them were just in it to protect the kid? In hopes that maybe that idealistic, weird little boy that stumbled over to them would come out of this still a good person? God. I'm sorry I'm emo about found family. Don't mind me.

And I'm just. Okay. Okay. I think so much about how we get to know what other claw members are up to after everything, but...not Shou. Besides in fan books and stage plays, we uh. We got very little. And that makes him very interesting to analyze.

I just. Always think about how Serizawa stopped Shou from hurting Toichiro and how Serizawa got a happier life. Does Shou ever resent Serizawa? I think so much about their potential claw dynamic. Maybe he was one of the few who was kind to him, but was so disgustingly *loyal* to his dad it made him feel sick to look at. Serizawa would bring him snacks if he looked upset but would always respond to any criticisms of his father with the same unwavering Faith in him. Serizawa would comfort him after he lost a training session, Serizawa shielded the man who hurt him the most. Serizawa was a victim, Serizawa turned a blind eye to him. He needed to save Serizawa, and Serizawa never saved him. Did he feel responsible for Serizawa?

I think he felt like it was his responsibility as Toichiro's son to be the one to stop him. He needed to save everyone. He needed to make things right. He wanted his dad to go back to being who he was before things got really bad. I feel like. At first, Toichiro was an okay dad. And that's why it hurt so bad when everything went to shit and he started being so fucking horrible. Because Shou knew he was fully fucking capable of not sucking and he CHOSE to treat them like this anyway. He couldn't recognize him. He was a stranger with his dad's face and he had no idea what he did. Did he ever think if he could just fix Toichiro his mom would come back? Everything would go back to normal if he could just make Toichiro be a good person again? How long did that thought last?

I just. I always think about how aimless Shou strikes me as being the few times we see him in season three. He doesn't know what to do now. He had this whole purpose and plan. And then it didn't work. He didn't stop his dad. Mob did. His dad's alive. His dad changed his mind, but he's arrested. His mom and dad aren't together. Everything feels like it's tied up in a neat little bow for everyone except for Shou.

Of course we know that's not the case, but Shou doesn't know. Shou doesn't know that Serizawa was fucking panicked about disobeying Reigen even when their lives depended on it, Shou doesn't know that Mob's haunted by that battle. So from his eyes, it's very likely that he thinks he's the only one who hasn't moved on.

He goes from being always so dramatic sounding in all his lines in s1 and 2 to in season three just sounding...so much less? I don't know how to describe it. He sounds so much less...well. Everything was over for him, y'know? He built his whole life around carefully avoiding his dad and saving everyone and being the hero and then. Everything's done, and he didn't have a plan for what he'd do after. It all seemed like the end of Everything, and that'd be it! Nothing after that. But it's all over and he still has to live. Now what? Now what does he do?

How is Serizawa a functioning adult with a JOB now? Minegeshi joined when they were a teenager, how are they just...okay now? How did everyone, EVERYONE else get to move on, but Shou couldn't? Everyone else got their nice little ending, and Shou has nowhere to go. Does he tell his mom everything? That his dad tried to kill him but suddenly decided fine okay murder is wrong now, not soon enough to never have done that to him? Does he ask if he can stay with her? Will his lackeys want anything to do with him? Will Ritsu Everything's done and nothing's over, not for Shou, but everyone just fucking moved on. Everyone seems to be a better person than him now. Everyone seems to be fine in a way Shou just isn't.

Not to get back on my Shou and Serizawa bullshit but. Do you ever think about Shou seeing him again. And having no fucking clue what to think. Serizawa is just ...fine now. Suddenly he's no longer the guy who trailed after his dad and did horrible things for his dad without a THOUGHT. Suddenly he's smart and responsible now. Suddenly he's soooo good now. Where was all that when he needed it? Where was this functional, kind guy when he was TWELVE and trying to stop fucking terrorists. Where was this guy he would've done ANYTHING to have on his side when he was trying to save everyone from the man who raised him. Where was he. Why did he change now. Why had EVERYONE changed now. Why was Minegeshi trying for Mob, not Shou. Why was Serizawa trying for Mob, not Shou. Why was Toichiro trying for Mob, not Shou. Why didn't he MATTER. Why had NO ONE cared that he was in hell, that he wanted things to be okay. What's that one line. "If [Serizawa/Toichiro] has truly changed, it means he was ALWAYS capable of change. It means that I just wasn't worth changing for." And like. Objectively that's not what happened, objectively there were other factors and Serizawa and Toichiro are on very different levels, but Shou is like. Barely thirteen. He's BARELY thirteen. He is a child and all he's gonna see is that nobody cared when he needed them to. And now he's lost and has no idea what to do and everyone's just fine. Like he didn't almost die. Like his dad didn't try to kill him. Like he wasn't in hell for twelve goddamn years. Like he hadn't tried to save everyone. He's thirteen. He's not handling this well.

I feel like he just. Has no clue how to be normal. He doesn't know who he is now. He doesn't know what to do. His whole life orbited around stopping his dad and now his dad is different and locked up and he can't see him all the time, and things were so much worse back then so why does everything feel worse now. He doesn't know who he is now. He doesn't know what he wants now. I think so much about he says hes never using his powers again. Is he just trying SO hard to be normal. That's what he decided he wants now. He wants to be a normal kid who has friends and that's the only way to do it. He didn't have a Reigen in his life who'd tell him like he told Mob that powers are just another attribute. Maybe one day he'll talk to his lackeys, and maybe they'll hold him and tell him that that's his choice but that his powers aren't a curse or a weapon, they're just a *trait.* Or maybe he won't. I don't know. It's just so fucking. God. Shou, man. Shou.

Maybe one day he comes to spirits and such for Ritsu and sees Serizawa. Maybe they fight. Maybe they don't. Maybe they'll talk. It's just. God. Shou has so many loose ends in his life. Is he just trying to leave claw behind by never using his powers again, like he might think everyone else did? He went from "I need to save the world" to "I need to be a normal person." Did he shave his hair to look normal or did he shave it after he had a long talk with a friend that made him reevaluate things. What happened to him. If he has the spirits and such crew still, maybe he'll end up realizing that his powers are just another part of him. Maybe he'll realize they're not a curse or another thing his dad shoved on him. God. Aughhh. Sorry for being ill about Shou and possibly ooc about him but. Aughh.

Once again this is not an anti Serizawa post. I love Serizawa. Shou however probably has some Issues and I like to address them and try to give him more closure. Because I love him. Again, sorry if this is ooc, I'm still trying to get a grasp on him. If anyone who has a better grasp on him wants to add anything PLEASE let me know. I do not fully understand this guy yet but I would love to try to

[void-occupation]

hello its me- haunting your dashboard and askbox once more haha-

i saw this somewhere else but I don't remember where; what would hell's version of winter be like? I remembered your headcanon about alastor getting cold easily and I would just like to share my vision.

so hell has an extreme climate- we know that- so winter is basically Antarctica. not alastor-friendly AT ALL, it only ever happens once in a blue moon in hell so he's never really had to deal with this before. the whump possibilities are endless lmao. all-around suffering for the deer man.

do with this what you will! no pressure ofc, this is more like a concept you could make your own story or au with so i'm not sure if it counts as an ask- but do whatever you wanna, and if you did ever do a fic, (if that be a series or a one-shot) I would love to make a comic or cover as a Collab! :D

PLEASE never apologize for haunting my dash/asks, this blog is very ghost-friendly!!!!! All ghosts are allowed to haunt as they please!!

As for your beautiful vision: I love it. I will help it grow and will nourish it until it becomes a beautiful whump monster right here on my little laptop. Not sure WHEN I will make it happen, but I WILL make it happen. For now though, I will simply add to this headcanon (expect whatever I add to probably end up in the fic lol)

Winter in Hell is quite the phenomena - only occurring around once every century or so. It doesn't stick to a set schedule though (Lucifer still shudders when he remembers that time that they had five winters within the span of a single decade.) They are also completely by surprise: the most notice Hell has ever had for a winter is that the temperature dropped five degrees in one day. The next morning, sinners couldn't even open their doors the snow was piled so high. And of course, it wouldn't be Hell if the winters were the normal length, no. Winters in Hell can be anything from six months to the record of three motherfucking years. The last winter took place in the late 1910s - about a decade or so before Alastor died.

As mentioned in my previous headcanon, Alastor is a Louisiana boy. And Louisiana did not receive a SINGLE FUCKING INCH of snowfall the entire time Alastor was alive (trust me I CHECKED, that shit is WILD). That means a few things. 1.) Alastor has never seen snow in his now 120ish years of existing. 2.) Alastor has never felt anything below 50°F his entire existence. 3.) Alastor is painfully thin, which means his body has no way to preserve heat. And 4.) Alastor does not appear to have any clothing besides his three-piece suit that he wears all the time in Hell's usual blazing temperatures with seemingly no issue. Of course, this means that his suit would do nothing for him in Actual Cold Weather since he's so used to it.

With all of this knowledge, the only conclusion I can draw is that once winter actually hits, Alastor is royally FUCKED. Especially considering that a winter in Hell is compiled of all of the worst things about winter. The cold air is dry, and the wind is sharp and biting - in the way that leaves your face stinging and your hands and lips splitting. Somehow simultaneously, the snow can change between huge flakes and straight-up sleet, which if you've ever been in sleet, you know it sucks major ass.

If someone doesn't give Alastor a heated blanket He Will Die. Alastor makes the mistake of going outside exactly twice (because let's face it, I love him but this man is too prideful to accept that the weather will kill him after only one attempt - he's Just A Bit Dumb). Both times he has to be rescued by someone at the hotel after he almost fucking freezes to death like An Idiot, and he manages to also get hypothermia both times because he refuses to do anything in halves. After he also almost freezes to death in his room (which is how they find out there's a draft), he's not even allowed in there, and they move him to a guest room right next to Charlie and Vaggie's room that Lucifer added a fireplace to. He alternates between the kitchen (the oven is very warm and Food), his room (the fireplace is very warm and the bed is cozy), and the couch in the lobby (the fireplace is very warm and the couch is cozy and also Alastor is antisocially social).

He is cold. He is miserable. He is perpetually shaking like an old chihuahua. Some of the residents thought it was funny at first, but that quickly stopped after the first Almost Death. They have to watch him because Alastor becomes very despondent, and if he stops shivering, he needs to be warmed up again. Alastor is more exhausted during the winter then he has ever been in his entire existence due to all the energy his body is burning trying to stay warm. He's sleeping more than ever, but he looks absolutely terrible - eyebags so dark they look like a goth guy's eyeshadow, hair a mess, and an overall very strained look about him. He also eats a lot less, so he begins losing weight which is the exact opposite of helpful in this situation. It gets to the point where Husk is willingly braving the elements to get to the butcher shop Alastor likes just to get sinner meat so he will hopefully get something in him.

This winter is the first time any of them have ever seen him willingly snuggle up to someone, and it's fucking LUCIFER because this little bastard puts out the most heat because for some reason that it part of being a seraphim. Lucifer for his part just kinda lets it slide because Alastor would probably die if he didn't and that would make Charlie sad. Ok, and he kinda reminds Lucifer of when Charlie was little and would snuggle up to him, but that's no one's business but his own. If he's a little softer with Alastor afterwards, and less easily provoked by the sinner, that is also no one's business but his own.

hooo, I really let this one get away from me lol. Hope you enjoy this, and please feel free to haunt me as much as you want!! And when I eventually get this pushed out, it would be absolutely fantastic if you decided to make a comic/cover. I absolutely love your art

[bucksangel]

Drabble idea for the sb!au: Bucky enlists the help of his girl's brothers when, in the future, he decides to propose!

this is so cute oh god😭😭

The Most Important Question - sb!au

pairing: ceo!bucky x personal assistant!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none really, mentions of anxiety, allusions to panic attacks, mainly fluff

a/n: i love this series so much pls send more ideas yall!!

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Dread. Horrible, frightful anxiety. Shaky hands and a heart beating too fast. A whirlwind of uncertainty spirals into what is sure to be a panic attack if left unattended.

Bucky is nervous.

He’s accomplished many things in his life, has been through hell and back, climbed - metaphorically - to the top of Mount Everest, and seen all the beauty - and pain - the world offers.

But no accomplishment, nor any obstacle, could have prepared him for this.

“Buck?”

He snaps his eyes open - not even realizing he’d closed them - and fixates his eyes in front of him. There, standing with a tilted head and confused expression, stands Ezekiel. His right hand is holding the door open while his body leans to the left in a casual, relaxed demeanor, which only seems to further Bucky’s anxiety. Why? He doesn’t know. But it does.

Maybe it’s the secret he’s been keeping, the nearly $8,500 secret currently resting in Bucky’s right pants pocket. He’s opted to wear his nicest jeans and a carefully picked out soft, but not inexpensive, cream-colored sweater. It’s a non-offensive yet homely look, just what he’s going for.

Though maybe he’s put too much thought into his outfit because Ezekiel immediately gives Bucky an inquisitive look, scanning his body as though he feels something is off.

“Not that it’s not cool to see you, but I thought you were supposed to be out of town. Is my sister with you?”

Bucky sucks in a deep breath, his heartbeat quickens, here goes nothing.

“No, she’s with some friends getting lunch, I think. And, technically no. I-I told your sister I was so I could…” Bucky trails off, clearing his throat and wetting his dry lips.

“Can I come in?”

Ezekiel, with his confused expression only deepening, nods slowly, stepping off to the side and allowing Bucky to pass through the threshold of your brother's apartment.

Things are quiet, and a little tense, when he wanders into the living room. Robbie and Lucas have made a home on the couch, laying haphazardly across it as they stare intently at The Lord of the Rings playing on the tv. Though they quickly pause it once they notice Bucky’s presence.

They glance between him and Ezekiel, now standing behind him.

“Hey guys, um. I wanted to… talk to you about something.”

Bucky shuffles nervously, hands clasping together in front of him as he sits precariously in one of the lounge chairs.

All three boys pass a confused, concerned look each others way before setting their gazes on the man’s semi-hunched form.

Everything is once again quiet, tense beyond belief as Bucky struggles to find the right words.

“Look, Bucky, just spit i-“

“I want to marry your sister.”

The atmosphere shifts dramatically, and Bucky’s breathing has stopped almost entirely as your brothers turn to each other once more. A silent conversation passes between them, Bucky’s shaking hand reaching into his pants and pulling it out - a small, black, velvet box. Facing the box towards him, he opens it carefully, showcasing a little less than a dozen simple diamonds forming beautifully intricate patterns around a golden band.

“I love her,” He starts, glancing down at the ring and then lifting his head, gazing at the three boys in front of him - all with blank, neutral expressions.

“And I know that I hurt her, and you still might not fully trust me - and while I know that it was a couple of years ago, I also know how protective you guys are. But, she’s my everything. She’s the love of my life, and while I want nothing more than to be with her even into the afterlife, I know that your opinion is important.”

Bucky pauses, sucking in a few breaths in an attempt to even out his tone.

“As much as she denies it, your judgment, whether good or bad, influences her decisions, big or insignificant. And I know she loves me, but honestly, I… I don’t know if she’d say yes if you didn’t approve of it. I don’t even know if I’d actually ask if you guys would say no.”

Another pause. Another deep breath. His eyelids blink rapidly to prevent the tears that so desperately want to fall down his flushed face at the admission. Because it’s true, he loves you with everything he has. But this is the make-or-break moment, what they have to say is basically determining the rest of Bucky’s life.

“So,” Robbie starts, a little uncertain after a long minute of silence so thick you could slice through it with a blade. “Our opinion is important to you?”

It’s almost as if he’s testing Bucky, guiding him into some sort of trap. But, again, Bucky’s faced hairier situations than this, so he nods resolutely as his eyes travel between the three boys - now all sitting on the couches.

“Yes, it is.”

“Just to clarify,” Lucas glances at Ezekiel and Robbie quickly to gauge their reactions, then clears his throat. “You wouldn’t ask her to marry you if we don’t want you to?”

Again Bucky nods, rubbing one clammy hand over his jean-covered thigh as he mentally forces himself to push the ever growing anxiety to the side so he can get through this conversation.

But then, Robbie throws another question at him, one that Bucky hadn’t actually expected - and he’s gone through what must have been a hundred different fake scenarios to prepare for anything they might throw his way. But this? It catches him off guard, makes his heart constrict in his chest.

“Would you break up with her?”

Bucky has to physically stop the shudder that wants to run through his body. He hasn’t actually planned for the event that they actually would say no. It’s evident by the way he flounders, clearing his throat twice while furrowing his brow as he thinks over what to say.

Would he?

His immediate answer is ‘no’. Of course he wouldn’t break up with you, he loves you too much to let you go. But, then again, if they say no then that says so much about how they feel about him and your relationship. And, truthfully? Bucky doesn’t know if he could live knowing that they don’t want you two to be together in the way Bucky so desperately wants. He doesn’t know how he could go on with having you so close, yet so far.

“Um…”

“Robbie stop.”

Ezekiel’s voice cuts Bucky off, everyone in the room turning to look at his clear exasperation, accompanied with an eye roll.

“Listen, Bucky,” Ezekiel continues. “You’re a good man, a great one, in fact. And… we’ll be honest here and say that what you did is still in the backs of our minds. But…”

He pauses, adding tension to the air, before finally offering Bucky a sly smile.

“I mean it, you’re a good man. And I know - we know - that you love her, and that there probably won’t be anyone else that’ll love her like you do. And, yeah, you’ll have arguments and petty fights, but, if you can promise us, here and now, that you won’t ever hurt her like that again, then I say ‘yes’.”

Bucky’s heart leaps, nearly out of his chest. And he’s surprised he doesn’t get whiplash from how fast he nods.

“I won’t. I swear it upon everything I have, and everything I am.”

Then, Robbie sighs, nodding resolutely. Lucas does the same, offering Bucky a smile as he chimes in with “I say ‘yes’ too, then.”

And now Bucky wants to cry, but this time for a different reason. Because he’s going to ask you to marry him. Your brothers approve of him marrying you. Holy shit, he’s going to ask you to marry him. But he can’t even freak out over that right now, because the way your brothers are looking at him with fond, amused smiles, make him nearly certain you’ll say yes.

“Thank you,” Bucky croaks, voice thick with emotion. “I-I meant it, thank you guys so much. You have no idea what this means to me.”

Someone chuckles, Bucky’s not too sure who. But that doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that you’re going to spend the rest of your life with him, and his with you.

“I do have one question, though.”

Your brothers stare at him expectantly, Bucky evening out his breath carefully.

“Can you help me figure out how the hell I’m going to do this?”

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[invisibleraven]

"You're family." for RAY AND ANY OF THE PHANTOMS because you said I could so I will

Ray groaned as his alarm went off, glaring at it with bleary eyes. Even more so when he saw the date. It's not like he used to mind his birthday-he loved all the gifts the kids made him, treasured every popsicle stick picture frame, lumpy vase, and burned pancake.

And it wasn't like he feared getting older-hell, he'd been going grey since his thirties. Rose had always teased him about being a silver fox-but luckily she was into that.

He supposed it was the Rose of it all that he hated. This wasn't his first birthday without her, not in the slightest. But whenever he pictured turning fifty, he pictured Rose right next to him. Maybe with a few streaks of silver in her curly hair, laugh lines prominent as she sang to him and gave him her traditional gift of a new watch, given his tendency to lose or break his.

He's amazed he's managed to hang onto the last one she gave him for so long. Sure he's had to have it fixed more than once, probably spending more on repairs than the watch itself cost, but he couldn't let it go.

Ray took his time getting out of bed, even debated staying there for the day. But Julie and her band were visiting on a rare break from touring. They had come home specifically to help him celebrate, so he needed to at least put on a smile and try for them. Plus this would be his last birthday before Carlos went off to college, and who knew if he'd come home for future ones, so Ray sucked it up and left his room.

The kitchen was bustling already, but with a house full of kids in their early twenties, that was hardly surprising. Sure they usually slept in, but they were also likely to wake with the sun; Julie, Reggie, and Alex going on a run while Willie did yoga and Luke did some free weights.

"Papi!" Julie exclaimed, "what are you doing up?"

"My alarm went off, figured it was time," Ray replied with a shrug.

"Don't you make your own schedule? What's the point of a schedule?" Willie asked.

"Stuck in my ways I guess," Ray replied. "Plus I had to get Carlos up every day to go to work or school. Goodness knows if he'll ever get out of bed when he's off to college."

"Hey!" Carlos shouted from his spot on the couch, the sound of his video game beeping and bopping in the background. "I resemble that remark!"

"I'm sure the little man will do what we all did; set a million alarms," Reggie said with a grin, hip checking Alex as the drummer poured coffee into mugs.

"We wanted to bring you breakfast in bed," Luke said, looking sheepish as he took toast from the toaster, placing triangles on each plate, with Willie coming behind him to butter them as needed.

"You guys don't have to go to all that trouble," Ray said, though he was touched. He hadn't had breakfast in bed since long before Rose passed, after the kids got too big to squeeze into the bed with them. "Plus I'd rather eat down here with you guys."

Breakfast was lovely, but simple, though Ray was fine with that. Reggie and Julie were decent cooks, Alex moderate, but the other two boys were not to be trusted with more than toast, so Ray should thank whatever forces were watching out for him that he wasn't eating Luke's eggs right now.

But what really surprised him was the small packages that took the place of his dishes once they were all done eating.

"What's all this?"

"It's your birthday," Julie supplied. "We had to get you presents."

"You and Carlos sure, but the guys..."

"No arguments," Reggie said. "Birthdays mean presents."

"You're family," Willie added. "I always get family presents for their birthdays."

Ray sniffled at that. He knew none of the guys had great family lives, and had more than once come to him for fatherly advice or a dad hug. He just didn't realize they saw it the same way though.

"Well you're all family too," Ray said, swiping the tears from his eyes. "Molinas one and all."

"I always wanted to be a Molina," Reggie said, though his eyes were on Julie who nuzzled their noses together.

"One day cariño." She kissed him sweetly, and Ray watched with surprise, his eyes flying to Luke, who was smiling at the couple with sincerity. Well then, he would have to grab Julie for an explanation for all of that.

Ray coughed and bit back a grin when Julie and Reggie jumped apart, blushing a little. "Well, let's do presents!"

The gifts were sweet, and lovely. A nice new wallet embossed with his name from Alex and Willie, filled with gift cards for some of his favourite spots. A few vintage records from Luke, all bands the two of them had bonded over, and ones he was missing from his collection. A cookbook from Carlos, with a bookmark for the page for spaghetti, something that caused everyone to laugh.

Reggie was almost shy as he gave Ray his gift. "It's nothing special..."

"I'm sure no matter how fancy it is, I'll love it, because it's from you mijo," Ray assured him. And he did, as inside was a picture in a simple silver frame; a shot of last Christmas, the band and the family all sitting around the tree in their matching jammies, paper strewn on the ground, mugs of cocoa in hands, and smiles all around. A true family portrait.

"I was right, I love it," Ray said, his voice faltering due to the emotion he was feeling. Pulling a blushing Reggie in for a hug, and not letting go for an extra beat, knowing how much they both needed it.

"My turn," Julie said, sliding a small box over to him. "This... mami gave me this to give to you. I hope you like it."

Ray knew what it was before he even ripped the paper. The box gave it away, and with trembling hands, he opened it, seeing the watch sitting there. Picking it up, he marvelled at the old fashioned design, the leather strap, and on the back, he let out a small sob at the words engraved there.

Here's to the next 50 mi amor, Te Amo Rose

Ray very gently took off the watch he had worn for the past seven years, and slid on the new, unable to stop crying as it settled over his wrist. Smiling weakly at Julie for giving him the thing he most wanted today, even if he wished Rose was here to give it.

But she was, he realized. She was here in Julie and Carlos, living on through them. She was there in the boys, her music helping them launch their careers. She was here in him, her unending love the force that kept him going, and allowing him to open his home, and his heart to so many.

"Thank you all," Ray said, his voice rough and shaky. "This has been the best birthday I could have asked for."

"Well don't say that, we haven't even had cake!" Willie joked, but Ray could see they were all in states of tears.

"Maybe let's keep that for after dinner," Ray replied. "For now...how about a family hug and then you guys can get started on the dishes while I read the paper?"

They all groaned, but none of them hesitated to embrace him, and Ray had never been so glad to have gotten out of bed.

[aces-fav-husband]

Straw Hat Pirates Halloween/Autumn Headcanons!

Tags: SFW, GN! reader, can be read as platonic or romantic (minus Chopper’s part, which is purely platonic), literally just what the title says.

Warnings: None!

A/N: Happy Halloween! I think I wrote a lot more for Franky and Robin than I did for anyone else, but please enjoy my silly little headcanons. <3

Luffy

This boy loves everything about Halloween. It’s easily his favorite time of the year.

Him, Sabo, and Ace would work on their costumes for days on end, using whatever they could scavenge up in Grey Terminal, Dadan’s shack, and random shit they found in the woods.

Absolutely went as Shanks at least once.

Makino would always insist on making costumes for the three of them, but would always get turned down. This was something the brothers bonded (and competed) over and they wanted to do it without help.

If she finds their costumes, though, she will do her best to touch up their shoddy stitching while they were away.

Luffy, Ace, and Sabo have definitely tried to trick-or-treat in High Town to get the best candy. It’s the perfect time to sneak in- no one would question a couple of little kids running around in masks and shitty costumes, right? It’s just part of the spooky Halloween aesthetic, isn’t it?

Yeah, they stood out like sore thumbs among all the store-bought, clean, not-spooky costumes.

Luffy still makes his own costumes every year, and he has the weirdest and most poorly-made costumes you’ve ever seen. He puts in a ton of effort, though. Every costume is made with his own blood, sweat, and tears, and he takes a lot of pride in them.

“What are you supposed to be, Luffy?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

It isn’t. He’s supposed to be a vampire, but looks more like a starved, mangy gorilla.

He throws a mandatory costume party on the Thousand Sunny every Halloween. There is no getting out of it. If you try to get out of it, Luffy will whine your ears off until you agree and then drag you back to his room so you can help him with his costume.

He still sucks at sewing.

Help him make his costume and he will love you forever. He’ll try to help you with your costume in return, of course.

If you bought a costume, he’ll try to “upgrade” it. How he thought werewolf fur would be an upgrade to what was supposed to be an angel costume, you had no idea. It’s the thought that counts, I guess.

He also eats all the candy and sweets Sanji prepares. Sanji has to prepare extra batches in secret just so you and the rest of the crew can eat.

Knocks himself out pretty quickly, though. He parties hard and crashes even harder after all that sugar. Will fall asleep on you and get clingy.

I feel like his favorite Halloween treat would be caramel apples, especially if Sanji goes the extra mile to make them Halloween-themed. A caramel apple that looks like meat on the bone, completed with some “scary” blood (red food dye), is something he will go insane for.

Zoro

Zoro also loves Halloween, but for all the wrong reasons.

Any holiday used as an excuse to drink sake, and Halloween is no exception. This man gets absolutely plastered during Luffy’s party.

You will have to pry the bottle of sake out of his cold, dead hands after his liver fails.

Chopper is so concerned. Please babysit Zoro so he doesn’t actually die.

This mf cannot be trusted around kids during Halloween. If the Sunny is docked at some random island, he’ll find a way to sneak off (probably intending to buy more sake) and end up terrorizing the trick-or-treaters. Will scare the shit out of them and laugh.

Will scare the shit out of you and laugh.

No one is safe, except for Chopper (unless he’s really drunk).

Tells super shitty scary stories.

For the love of god, don’t let Zoro leave the ship. You will not be able to find him for the rest of the night. Don’t let him go alone, at least.

If you go with him, good luck.

If there’s some sort of haunted house close by, you guys will end up going in there.

Huge plus if you scare easily. He feels strong and dependable when you cling onto him. And he’ll poke fun at you for getting startled by the jump scares.

If you don’t scare easily, then you can both make fun of the shitty jump scares.

Zoro puts in no effort when it comes to his costume. Either buys a really shitty mask from the store or goes crazy with the fake blood. Sometimes both.

Always incorporates his swords into his costumes, too.

“What are you, Zoro?”

“A zombie swordsman.”

“All you did was put fake blood on your old clothes, though.”

“And?”

Compare him to a used menstrual product and he’ll kill you. Possibly already got into a fight with Sanji over that.

He’s probably one of the last people awake, even if he is extremely drunk. You’ll have to drag him to bed while he mutters nonsense.

His hangover the next day is horrible. He will not be able to do anything. Either tries to sleep it off or complains about it endlessly. He wants you to stay with him in both circumstances.

Zoro isn’t a big fan of sweets, so I don’t think he has a favorite Halloween treat.

Nami

Nami loves all things autumn, Halloween included! Just not the scary shit.

Hay rides, corn mazes, pumpkin patches, apple orchards, fall festivals- she loves it all (except for carving pumpkins because they smell like ass). If she gets the chance to go to any of those, she will take it and drag you along with her.

Will also drag you along with her when she goes shopping. Although that activity isn’t a fall-exclusive one, she still loves it. Will try to get you to buy a matching outfit.

Also makes Sanji get pumpkin spice as soon as it starts being sold again. In a modern AU, she would get that Starbucks pumpkin spice shit all the time.

She loves baking. Bakes an excessive amount of pies and cookies and pumpkin breads (just another reason for Luffy to love autumn).

Bellemere absolutely went all out during Halloween/autumn for Nami and Nojiko (to the best of her ability), so October is a super nostalgic and a slightly melancholy time for her. Especially since she couldn’t celebrate for a long time because of Arlong.

She wants to spend as much time with you and the rest of the crew as she can and go all out with decorations. Will absolutely talk about old memories of hers if you give her the chance.

But onto the actual Halloween headcanons.

Nami would take you to go costume shopping with her, but would buy it behind your back and keep her costume a secret up until the night of Luffy’s party. Her and Usopp would try to do a group costume theme, likely dragging you and Chopper into it while they’re at it.

Either works perfectly or everyone’s theme ideas are too different, so you scrap the plan.

You know that one quote from Mean Girls?

“In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it."

This 100% applies to Nami. She will pull out the sluttiest costume you’ve ever seen.

Like… you’ve seen lingerie that covers more skin.

“Is this supposed to be your costume..?”

“Obviously. I’m a cat- didn’t you see the ears?”

She’s just wearing lingerie with a cat ear headband.

Loves Luffy’s mandatory costume party. She’s the one that decorates for it, helps Sanji with the food, and plans out all the activities. She wants everyone to have as much fun as possible, so there are lots of party games and themed sweets.

Will get into a drinking competition with Zoro if you and the crew place bets on them. She’d do it for some extra cash.

Will get fucked up and you’ll have to send her to bed early, but she’ll have no regrets (if she won). All smiles and happy that she got to spend the night with the people she loves.

I feel like her favorite Halloween treat would be fruit flavored gummies, but her favorite fall treat would be peach and berry cobbler. She also hates candy corn.

Usopp

Similar to Nami, Usopp loves autumn and all the festivities that come with it, but he lowkey hates Halloween.

Like, he enjoys the pumpkin carvings and the costume making, but he hates all the scary stuff that comes with a holiday like Halloween. Haunted houses? Spooky decor? Monsters? No thank you. He could barely handle Brook.

A victim of Zoro’s scares. </3

Will get upset with you if you purposefully scare him or set him up to be scared. Be nice to him please.

Swamps himself with personal projects for October. You’re always invited to hang out with him in his workshop as he distracts himself with his creations (and hides from Zoro).

Make sure you drag him out every now and then to do non-spooky activities. I suggest a petting zoo or some sort of farm. Maybe a nice hike to take in the beautiful scenery.

Absolutely loves bonfires and making s’mores. Just don’t tell any scary stories, okay? His heart can’t handle that.

He also loves autumn candles, cinnamon brooms, and scented pinecones. Him and his workshop smell so goddamn good.

This man is the king of carving/painting pumpkins. He makes the coolest designs every year and he has a lot of pride in that. He wins any competition having to do with aesthetics. He always harvests the seeds for Sanji to roast.

He makes the autumn decorations for Nami. Wreathes, cute scarecrows, little paper leaves to string up around the Sunny- that kind of stuff.

Also this man totally crochets and knits shit for you and everyone else on the crew. Expect a sweater when it starts getting cold.

Him and Robin work together to make Chopper’s costume. With the two of them collaborating, they make literal art for the reindeer. Will make you a costume if you ask.

Obviously makes his own costume. He’ll go as less scary versions of classic monsters or heroes from whatever comic books he finds in the New World. Asks for your input when he hits mental roadblocks.

“Hey (Name), do you think my costume would look better if I added this to it?”

Shows up fashionably late to Luffy’s party. Which is completely intentional and not because he started questioning some of his design choices for his costume and had to make some last minute changes.

Spends a lot of the night eating and dancing.

Is super proud of himself when he wins a game and gets smug about it.

He knocks himself out pretty early, but not as early as Chopper. Wakes up glad that Halloween is finally over and still feels some residual pride after winning.

Usopp’s favorite Halloween treats are pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. He’s festive like that. Keeps a jar of them in his workshop so he can snack while he works.

Sanji

Sanji did not give a shit about Halloween for the longest time. He couldn’t really celebrate it with his family (“you’re above that”) or on the Baratie, so Halloween was just another day for him.

That is, until he found out about slutty costumes.

Now he goes crazy for Halloween every year.

Other than that, he doesn’t really have any interest in the holiday.

He is, however, very interested in the farmers markets that always pop up at this time.

He’ll invite you to go with him and help him pick out the best seasonal ingredients.

Corn, apples, potatoes, squashes, sweet potatoes, eggplants. Also snags some spices so he can make a pumpkin spice blend for Nami.

Like this mf gets everything. You struggle to keep up with him as he explains what dishes he’s going to make with all the produce.

Would also go apple/berry picking with you. He finds the ripest, sweetest fruits ever.

Him and Nami exchange new dessert recipes all the time.

The kitchen has seasonal decorations, but nothing flammable and nothing close to the stove/oven. (Luffy tried to hang one of Usopp’s wreaths above the stove and almost caused a fire.)

Doesn’t really give a shit about his own costume, but he always looks really good in whatever he picks.

He goes for simple costumes that don’t heavily alter his appearance. Think butlers, vampires, devils, cowboys, etc.

He does buy a ton of accessories for his costumes, though.

“Do you really need this for your costume?”

Yes he does.

Spends all day working on the food for Luffy’s party, with the help of Nami and you. Super spent at the end of it, but very proud and happy.

Makes the food Halloween themed and tries to give it some nutritional value.

He also makes actual food and snacks and not just desserts/candies.

Sanji definitely wasn’t the biggest fan of the Halloween party at first, but it very quickly grew on him (totally not because of the sexy costumes).

Absolutely shits on Zoro for the insane amount of fake blood he uses on his costume. Zoro shits on him for picking a boring costume.

He has a ton of fun at the party though.

Doesn’t get as wasted as Zoro, but does drink.

Drunk Sanji is super funny tbh. Cracks some really funny jokes and manages to tell some really good stories.

Is complete ass at some of the games, but he doesn’t care. He can have fun without winning.

Another person who goes to sleep kinda early.

Sanji’s favorite Halloween treat would be chocolate covered pretzels, maybe peanut brittle. He loves the combination of salty and sweet. I also feel like he would enjoy black licorice.

Chopper

Chopper had never heard of Halloween. Well, he’s heard of it, but never really knew what it was.

Whenever he and Dr. Kureha traveled around Drum to help people in October, it was all the children talked about.

Dr. Kureha would always brush him off when he asked about it, saying that it wasn’t anything he should preoccupy himself with (she didn’t want him to get hurt again).

But once that he’s with the Straw Hats and they explain the concept to him? He goes fucking crazy for it now.

Not for the horror aspect of it, but he adores the costumes and the trick-or-treating.

This mf also goes crazy for fall festivals.

When you finally stop at an island that has a fall festival, Chopper practically drags you off the Sunny to go.

Agua frescas, funnel cakes, donuts, cookies, fried chocolate bars, huge ice cream cones, cotton candy, milkshakes, etc. He loves all the shit that you can eat/drink there as long as it’s sweet.

Ends up getting a bad stomach ache though.

Gets kinda frustrated and sad when he struggles to win any prizes.

You have to explain to him that the games at the festival aren’t meant for you to win and he gets mad at the people running the games for scamming.

You finally win (or steal) a massive stuffed animal for him and he loves it. He shows it off to everyone when you finally get back to the Sunny.

He is in awe of the color of the leaves. They’re just so pretty and he’s never seen anything like it.

He likes stepping on the super crunchy ones.

That gives you the idea to make a massive pile of leaves for him to play in.

He loves it. Makes leaf-angels, throws leaves everywhere, buries himself.

He invites you to play with him and you both have a blast.

He never has to worry about his costume, since Robin and Usopp always make it for him.

His costumes are always adorable, even if he’s supposed to be a monster or something spooky.

“Your costume is so cute, Chopper! Are you a bat?”

“It’s supposed to be scary!”

Him and Luffy party so hard on Halloween night.

Eats almost as much candy as Luffy and passes out in a similar way.

Dances with you and plays as many games as he can before the sugar crash takes him out.

You have to carry him back to his bed before he falls asleep on the floor. He has a smile on his face and thanks you for making everything extra fun.

Chopper’s favorite Halloween candy would be candy corn and those pumpkin-shaped sugar cookies.

Robin

As a kid, Robin used to love Halloween and go all out for it.

All the archeologists would decorate the library inside the Tree of Knowledge with things like fake spider webs, paper ghosts, and small pumpkins to make it fun for Robin.

She always had the cutest costumes. She would dress up as her favorite book characters or archeologists she looked up to.

She wanted to stay inside and continue studying, but the professors managed to convince her to go outside and be a kid.

Would share her candy with Professor Clover and everyone else and end up passing out at the library.

She has not celebrated Halloween once since the fall of Ohara.

Not because she didn’t want to, but because she couldn’t. She either couldn’t go out without fear of being recognized or whoever she was working under at the time wouldn’t let her.

Fast forward and she’s with you and the Straw Hats. She’s finally able to celebrate it again and she is lowkey excited.

Reads scary stories and gothic novels all October to get herself into the spooky mood.

She’ll invite you to sit next to her by the campfire as she tells everyone the most horrific scary story you have ever heard. Usopp dies inside.

Her morbid sense of humor really comes out at this time of the year, which is occasionally directed towards Brook.

If there’s a haunted house/hay ride, scary maze, escape room, or anything else like that, Robin will going and will be taking you with her.

Chuckles if you get scared and tries to warn you when there’s an upcoming jumpscare (she can see them coming from a mile away).

Out of all of the scary activities, escape rooms are her favorite. The majority of the time she can figure them out easily, but once every blue moon, there’s an escape room that requires more effort than usual.

Always let’s you help out with the puzzles. Escape rooms are really boring if only one person is doing all the work. She wants it to be fun for both of you, not just her.

Bonus points if you both are actively being chased/hunted while in the escape room. The added tension is so exciting for her, even if it isn’t particularly scary.

She would also love petting zoos. Her favorite animals are the goats. They’re just so goofy and she can’t help but love them.

Robin makes her own costumes and they are always beautiful.

Definitely goes for a classic gothic vampire for her first Halloween with you and the Straw Hats.

Goes the extra mile with accessories.

“Wow, Robin, your costume is gorgeous! I love the fake bone jewelry.”

“Thank you, but these are real.”

You can’t tell if she’s serious or if it’s her sense of humor.

In a modern AU, she would try to get you, Franky, and Chopper to all go as the Addams Family. Chopper is Pugsley and you and Franky have to fight over who’s going to be Gomez and Wednesday. Robin serves cunt as Morticia.

She’s always the first one to show up for the Halloween party.

Wins quite a few of the party games that Nami set up, much to Usopp’s chagrin. She lets him win a few to boost his ego.

Takes you to dance with her when Brook plays slower songs, listening to you talk about whatever you’ve been up to leading up to the party.

Drinks a lot of red wine, but doesn’t get plastered like Nami and Zoro. Looks elegant as hell while she’s drinking in her costume.

She’s the last one to go to bed. If you stay up with her, she’ll tell you a little about her past Halloweens and forgotten traditions.

Robin’s favorite Halloween treat is sour gummy worms. She loves sour candies and the fact that they resemble worms makes them perfect for Halloween.

Franky

Franky fucking loves Halloween. Always has, always will. If Halloween has 1,000,000 fans, Franky is one of them. If Halloween has 1,000 fans, Franky is one of them. If Halloween has 1 fan, it’s Franky.

Loved going Trick-or-Treating with Tom, Kokoro, and Iceburg. Halloween was something they all loved and they celebrated it with gusto.

He still competed with Iceburg, though. Who had the better costume? Who got the most candy? Who could finish their work in time to go Trick-or-Treating?

Iceburg usually took that last one.

But the sentiment carried over after Tom’s death and Franky grew up.

The Halloween parties that the Franky Family would throw were insane. Nobody outside of the Family was invited, but tons of people turn up anyway.

Like, Franky knows how to throw a party. Tons of food, booze, and cola were present, along with good company. These guys would go crazy for hours.

No one in Water 7 gets sleep on Halloween because the Family will be blasting music into the early hours of the morning.

He is always so hyped for Luffy’s Halloween party. He will talk your ears off about all his plans for October and the party.

He loves going apple picking. There’s something so very therapeutic about being in the orchard and finding the best apples with you.

He makes his own homemade cider with the apples you both picked, which is pretty damn good.

He’s also a sucker for cookouts. Sanji usually handles all the cooking, but Franky will be on the grill. Don’t argue with him.

It isn’t on par with what Sanji makes, but he puts his heart into those hotdogs and burgers.

Makes a really good steak, too. Once again, not Sanji-levels of good, but the man knows his way around a grill.

Would go into shock if you asked him for a well done steak. Why would you do that to a perfectly good piece of meat?!

Always helps to set up for the bonfires.

Makes the most s’mores. He always sets the marshmallows on fire, though. He claims that charred marshmallows are the best.

You can hear the crispness of the poor mallow as he bites into it. That mf is fossilized.

Builds animatronics for the party and they are the coolest things ever. They look so realistic and scary and they’re amazing.

Modern AU Franky would recreate FNAF as per Luffy’s request. The Bite of ‘87 will happen.

Franky also makes his own costumes.

Well, he makes the accessories. He has to buy the clothing part of it. It’s not that he can’t sew- he can -it’s just that he sucks at making clothes.

He prefers to go as traditional monsters like Frankenstein, werewolves, ghosts, etc.

He also will put on Halloween makeup. Will gladly let you apply it for him if you’re good with makeup.

One of the only times he will put on pants is if he’s wearing a costume. Even then, he tries to think of ways to still achieve the look he’s going for without wearing them.

He loves matching/themed costumes. If you match with him, it’ll make his year. He gets so happy and excited.

“We look super good, (Name)!”

Goes so hard during Luffy’s party. He has been looking forward to it for weeks and he is not afraid to let the world know that.

He drinks a ton of his homemade cider and cracks a bunch of jokes.

Loves everything about the party. He wants to do everything he possibly can.

He’s the first to start dancing and convinces you and your crewmates to get out onto the dance floor with him.

He’s really good at dancing tbh. Dancing with him is a blast.

Gets wiped out after a while and has to sit down and recharge with a cola. There’s a 50/50 chance that he will end up falling asleep before he can get to the cola.

Franky doesn’t really have a favorite Halloween treat, but he loves anything homemade. He destroys all of Nami and Sanji’s baked goods. If you make him something, he will gladly eat it and tell you it was super delicious.

Brook

Brook feels pretty neutral about Halloween. He hasn’t celebrated it since he was a kid and doesn’t have much interest in celebrating it now (unless partying is involved).

His favorite part about this Halloween is that no one bats an eye at him being a skeleton. And that he gets to make 10x more skeleton jokes than usual.

(And the sexy costumes.)

He loves autumn, though! His first autumn outside of the Florian Triangle makes him really emotional.

Gets pretty melancholy when he thinks about how much of his life that he missed, but is very grateful to be alive in that moment.

If you really like Halloween, he will gladly participate in Halloween activities with you.

He’s not a huge fan of haunted houses or corn mazes.

He has gone to haunted houses with you before and he ends up scaring the actors when they realize he’s a real skeleton.

He has to turn down multiple job offers.

He really likes pumpkin patches and fall festivals, though!

They’re so lively and colorful and they make him feel happy to be alive. Especially seeing how excited the other people (and you) are to be there.

Speaking of colorful, he loves going on nature walks and taking in the color of the leaves changing. He’ll collect any leaves that he thinks are especially pretty and show them to you.

Being out in the wild with all the natural beauty inspires him.

He writes multiple songs while he’s out there. The majority of them are rock and roll, but there are some more classical songs mixed in there.

You’re the first one to listen to all his new songs.

He’ll whip out his old fiddle and play hauntingly beautiful music, then switch to his guitar and put on a Soul King performance.

He also loves walking around and looking at all the Halloween decorations with you. Brook loves seeing people be passionate about things, even if it’s something he doesn’t have much interest in.

When it comes to costumes, he usually just buys something related to the dead/undead.

Ghosts, zombies, the Headless Horseman- that kinda stuff.

You could throw a white sheet over him and recreate that one Spongebob Halloween special.

BUT, if he finds a really good silicone mask that looks mostly human, he will wear it for shits and giggles.

“I’m just bones underneath! Yohohohoho!”

Thinks that it’s peak humor.

He always parties hard and Luffy’s Halloween party is no exception.

He’ll bust out the new rock songs he wrote earlier that month and preform them for everyone.

Drinks a lot of booze and gets wasted.

Also gets a lot more vulgar.

But he keeps the mood lighthearted and cracks just as many jokes as Franky.

At some point does stand up comedy when he gets drunk enough.

It’s not bad.

Ends off the night with one final song before heading to bed.

Brook would say that his favorite Halloween treat is candy bones, but it’s really anything with peanut butter.

Jinbe

Jinbe is also really neutral about Halloween. 

It isn’t really celebrated by anyone in the Fishman District, excluding a few young children who were fascinated by human culture.

It is celebrated in Ryugu, though.

When he first returned to Fishman Island, he was asked to participate in some of the Halloween activities.

He gave out either the best or the worst candy and didn’t dress up for it.

He doesn’t know what the point of Halloween is.

Doesn’t really get the appeal of the horror aspect of it, either. Why would you intentionally scare yourself?

He’ll still go with you to haunted houses and listen to you talk about anything horror-related, of course.

He prefers the Trick-or-Treating and costume aspects of the holiday. It’s kinda strange but cute.

Since this is his first time celebrating Halloween with you and the Straw Hats, you have to explain a few of the traditions to him.

In exchange, he shares some of the Fishman Island traditions with you.

Pumpkin carving/painting becomes a favorite activity of his quickly. Not only is it fun, but he likes the idea behind it.

He likes the outdoor activities, like picking out pumpkins at the pumpkin patch and bonfires.

Jinbe tells the best bonfire stories ever. They aren’t scary (that’s Robin’s job), but they are super entertaining and funny.

He sets a few marshmallows on fire, but not intentionally. Eventually he gets the hang of it and roasts golden brown marshmallows every time.

He gives them to you, Chopper, and Luffy since he isn’t the biggest on sweets.

He also likes going to the fall festival with everyone.

He goes on a few of the rides with you, but they aren’t his favorite things in the world. He prefers the games.

He is godly at carnival games. There isn’t a game that he can’t win.

When it comes to costumes, Jinbe doesn’t put much effort into them.

He usually just throws something together with whatever’s in his closet.

Doesn’t overdo it with accessories either.

Tbh he doesn’t know what he’s going for, he’s just throwing shit on that’s vaguely Halloween-esque.

“What are you, Jinbe?”

It’s whatever you think it is. You gotta use your imagination.

He participates in all the party activities, but he spends most of his time drinking with Zoro and talking to you about life.

He will start dancing once Franky gets on the floor. He’s a good dancer tbh.

He participates in a few of the games and activities at your request, but usually sits out.

Wins any card games.

He makes sure everyone is where they’re supposed to be and alive before he goes to his room.

Thanks you for a fun night before he goes to sleep.

Jinbe’s favorite Halloween treat isn’t much of a “treat”- it’s pumpkin soup. He likes how smooth it is and loves the taste of pumpkin.

[scratchandplaster]

Hello! This is for the Ask Game for Elliot, Morris, Shepard, Ben, and Lukas

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Yay, a long one. More fun facts!

👕Is there someone your character tries to look similar to?

Elliot: is forced to wear formal apparel for every performance he does. All fancy with a suit and tie, but he tries to make himself look casual wearing it, like a bad boy pianist to scare the squares in the audience 😌

Morris: also tries to look badass and mysterious in his leather jacket. He only got a handful of shirts and pants, though, so his options are limited.

Shepard: has to look harmless and inviting for strangers to trust him. That's why he's sporting the grandpa look right now. Luke describes it as "the poor man's Mr. Rogers".

Ben: likes for his loved one's too dress him up. He even tried Avery's outfits on (they didn't fit right) and is excited to experiment with style.

Lukas: is happy when he finds textiles that don't make him feel uncomfortable. Looks don't matter to him.

👕If your character had to get a tattoo what would it be?

Elliot: wants a little stylized bunny on his ankle. RIP Daisy.

Morris: Thank god he's on the run, otherwise every of his obsessions would get a place on his body. Down his arm it would just be like: X Y Z Paul Amber Elliot

Shepard: gets a tramp stamp 💔CLAIRE❤️‍🔥

Ben: wants to look cool, so he'd pick a flaming skull down his back before Lukas and Avery drag him out of the studio.

Lukas: is scared of needles. But the temporary ones are fun, especially if they have rock themed motives. And with rock, I mean stones.

📦Is there an item your character liked that they can’t get back? 

Elliot: HIS DAMN NERVE CONDUCTION! Or his wrist brace, Chris' DIY version sucks.

Morris: His job. Wait, that's not an object. Does his innocence count?

Shepard: Claire got cremated in her favorite clothing. If Shepard hadn't been nearly going insane back then, he'd kept it to make a pillow case out of it or something like that. He could still hold her close.

Ben: Trunks. He gifted her to the triplets and he doesn't like to take gifts back.

Lukas: When he left, he forgot his birth certificate. He didn't think it was important, so that decision only brought problems with it.

📦What would it take for your character to give up an item they really like?

Elliot: If his parents need it. Otherwise, he requires a pretty good reason to share. This damn only child, smh.

Morris: If he's into you: nothing. If he's not, you won't get it.

Shepard: likes to share. But what will you give in return?

Ben: Just ask nicely and give him a hug.

Lukas: NO! DON'T TOUCH HIS STUFF!

📦Is there a type of object your character doesn’t like?

Elliot: Pet toys that are a danger to them.

Morris: All these self-help books the algorithm always suggests to him. So weird.

Shepard: Things he can't make into money.

Ben: Placenta, I guess 😭

Lukas: The ones with weird texture. If it's wet or sticky, he doesn't want it. It's nearly impossible to make him gifts he likes, only Shepard and Ben managed to.

📦Is there an item your character is embarrassed they own or want?

Elliot: can sometimes be a bit much with his bunny obsession. But he'd never be ashamed of it.

Morris: still got a blankie from his childhood somewhere hidden in his apartment. He'd never admit it, though, HE'S A MAN!

Shepard: thought about pressing Claire's ashes into a diamond. Jewelry doesn't fit his image, sadly.

Ben: always wanted to try out these...adult objects...he heard Avery talk about.

Lukas: still hopes to expand his geode collection if his budget allows it.

📦What is most important to your character when shopping?

Elliot: Smelling shampoos in the drug store.

Morris: Hiding from any cameras, so the cops won't catch his ass.

Shepard: Buying some treats for his boys.

Ben: Looking at new things.

Lukas: That it's cheap.

🍽️What is a childhood meal your character cherishes?

Elliot: Christmas cookies he baked with his mom.

Morris: Little Debbie snack cakes.

Shepard: His Polish nanny made him these delicious little dumplings once, but he never found them again.

Ben: The first meal Shepard ever cooked for him - chicken soup.

Lukas: The ones Dad left the spicy seasoning out of. He gave up spices long ago.

🍽️What food or drink does your character consider a treat?

Elliot: Sometimes his abuelita sends over a care package with Coco Rico and other snacks.

Morris: When his ramen package comes with extra sauce.

Shepard: A glass of wine he sometimes drinks in the office. Don't tell the others, they have addicts on the property.

Ben: Pumpkin butter 😬 He's a huge fan.

Lukas: I'm gonna make it canon that Shepard makes him snacks like these

💓What is a habit your character has that others might find cute?

Elliot: seduced so many people with his piano skills. Also with his pets, his caring nature attracts plenty of people. For better or worse...

Morris: He tries. He really does. Maybe someone will find that cute enough to ignore the red flags some day.

Shepard: let the boys paint the entire camper's inside with acrylic paint. Generally, how he acts around children and how patient he is with them.

Ben: hugs a lot.

Lukas: cleans and properly places things where they belong. It's not really a habit, more of a compulsion.

💓What scents does your character find comforting?

Elliot: Cloves and all-spice.

Morris: Elliot's 😊 So wholesome.

Shepard: Claire's ☹️ He still got a bottle of her perfume.

Ben: Fresh rain and honey.

Lukas: Pine and lemon balm.

💓Are there scents your character dislikes?

Elliot: Hospitals.

Morris: Amber's 👁️ She's such a bitch.

Shepard: When the new residents claim they don't need to use deodorant.

Ben: Wet felting 😳 It stinks so bad.

Lukas: Animals.

[aroacesigma]

do you have any sigzai hcs (or just hcs about sigma or dazai separately)

you're going to regret asking this . headcanons under the cut cause im gonna feel annoying otherwise . most of them are what i headcanon as happening like post canon in a nice world where everyone is alive and happy lol

sigzais <3

ok so to me they are THE transmasc qpps ever . i might be projecting a little but both dazai and sigma are both so transmasc to me. on one hand you have sigma who wears 10 billion shirt layers and a long ass coat and goes on and on about being an ordinary man, and then on the other hand you have dazai who also wears clothes like that and bandages over his chest

hc sigma as oriented aroace with ???? orientation . hes just very confused . theyre so confused . and dazai as bi aroacespec and not particularly averse to any stuff just doesnt feel the attraction most of the time

poor sigma has spent all this time around fyolai like 'god why the fuck are people like this' and then he meets dazai and is like ohhhhhhh. oh .

when sigma joins the ada (and they will u mark my words) him and dazai end up sharing an apartment

at first dazais excited because maybe he wont be living off horrible cooking

unfortunately sigma also cannot cook for shit . he fucking sucks . legitimately the only thing he can cook is cookies in a packet mix .

sigma is unfortunately going through the same phase that kids of controlling parents go through when they finally get freedom, which is making a bunch of stupid decisions . dazai , being the wonderful boyfriend he is, is encouraging all the dumb decisions because he thinks its funny

most of their dates is just going to cafes because sigma has the worlds most horrendous sweet tooth and sigma has no moral objections to guilt tripping him into it

despite being pretty bad at it themself, sigma has a tendency to hit dazai with a pillow until he takes care of himself

vice versa dazai will be a distracting little bitch and wont stop if he thinks sigma is overworking himself

sigma

he/they sigma is so real to me btw just need everyone to know this . they like messing around with neos as well sometimes i think

even though he's pretty much always tired , isnt really a huge fan of coffee , definitely prefers really fancy tea and energy drinks

decided to run with the whole purple thing cause of his hair , abolutely loves the colour. anything he owns is purple if they can get it .

smiles all happy while listening to music in a way that makes you think its something nice . its not . his only musical requirements are loud and screaming to drown out the Anxiety™

not my headcanon but i saw someone say once that they headcanon that occasionally people get an uncanny valley kinda vibe from looking at him cause of his weird origins and honestly i think thats pretty interesting

very happy to join the ada . not quite as impressed by the paycheck .

like , really not impressed by the paycheck . theyre struggling with the dwindling clothes budget . i can totally see him trying to decide whether he wants dinner or new earrings . and probably picking the earrings .

they get along with everyone at the agency really well . a few people dont really trust him straight up but atsushi and dazai vouching for him shuts that down relatively quickly

he gets along the best with atsushi

they have a friendly rivalry with kunikida . agency productivity going straight up just because those two keep trying to outdo each other

dazai

100% has multiple troll accounts online . he enjoys being a menace . not in the mean way , in the absolutely fucking infuriating kind of way

remained in denial (or more oblivious really) about being trans until he was 16 because he asked chuuya if everyone felt like that one time and chuuya was like well yeah (also trans and stupid)

on a related note (this one is kind of about dazai and chuuya but it still counts) mori was kind of like ohhh teenage boys are so much easier to deal with right ? kouyou decided it was best not to inform him that hrt gives you mood swings .

adhd. adhd. adhd.

hes a candy crush mum . its a problem .

eats everyone at the ada's food . but he doesnt eat the whole thing he'll just take a bite . its high up on kunikidas 'things that make me want to string dazai up by his legs and attach him to a ceiling fan' list

has been known to send 12 yr olds graphic violent death threats after losing to them in video games

he has the music taste of a 14 yr old cishet girl . i will let you decide what that entails .

my deepest apologies for making you read all this but i love them both dearly and i have lots of Thoughts

[kakashiislut]

Howdy! Do you have any general relationship headcanons for Modi? He's my favorite stinky rat man, show this man what a vaguely healthy relationship looks like.

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Sorry this took so long! I also love our stinky rat boy :(

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Warnings: some nsfw, not that bad. I’m sorry this is so bad, I can’t keep still.

Authors Note: sorry this is bad, I got a nose job like yesterday and it hurts to stare at my phone. But I love him. My eyes are all swollen so I hope this makes sense.

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Healthy Modi x GN!Reader relationship Head-cannons.

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-Modi is and was put down for his entire life by just about everyone around him. It sucked. He doesn’t find comfort in anyone, but his mother…until he found you…

-You Call him all sorts of things. His favorite is when you call him “my pretty boy…” or “sweetie” he finds it makes his heart beat super fast. He absolutely adores when you coo all sort of pet names at him. Makes him feel all sweet inside.

-He doesn’t like anyone saying anything about his weight, but if you call “my chubby boy” or just overall bite and hug his tummy?? HES GONNA CRYYYY- he loves it. Plzs tell him how much you love his body.

-He loves holding your hand and taking you out on walks. When he’s walking over some large rocks, he’ll hold your pinky and then lift you over the rock and set you back down.

-He will talk the ENTIRE time. Everyone he tries to talk to anyone, they shut him up usually. So please listen to everything he has to say. He will talk about all sorts of things, from animals, to how angry his grandad makes him, all the way to what his day was like.

-Dates?? Yes dates, all day everyday. Like seriously, it’s kinda bad. He has some sort of mission? “BUT DADDDD!!! Me and Y/N are supposed to go out todayyyy”

-Let’s Just say his dad probably hates you a little bit.

-Thing about Modi? He’ll never take his feelings out on you, magni would, Modi would never. He’s always blamed for everything, so why would he try to blame you? If his dad doesn’t like you, or gets him in trouble for wanting to hang with you, Modi will just stomp away and pretend nothing happened when you question him.

-(Sorry if that makes no sense, I’m trying my best, I can’t see.)

-When you guys sleep in the same bed, he’ll try to make as much space as possible for you. It’s so cute, this cute lil baby is all tangled up at the edge of the bed. He’s literally like 8 ft tall, but he’s your babyyyyy.

-Does snore. Will apologize if you complain about it. He will purposely snore louder, just to make you laugh. He’ll pretend to sleep for like 10 minutes, just to hear you giggle and slap at his arm.

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-it’s thick. Like way too thick. The type to whine and gently sob, cause it won’t fit in you. But that’s okay. Cause you’ll keep trying and he’ll keep sobbing. And eventually?? It slips right in.

-Rub and pinch at his nipples, he’ll get off to it. Trust me, just brush over them and he’ll cum everywhere. Slap them even. He’ll buck his hips and his pretty mouth will open.

-Sub. Don’t care. I said it.

-Will moan so loudly if you ride him, hands at his side, while you jump up and down on his cock. His cock? It’s so pretty, cute lil pink tip and the shaft matches his skin color.

-You’ve asked him about getting a tattoo on the base while you guys where fucking and he really thought about it. (It’ll hurt wayyy too much, stick and pokes suck)

-Like you do! YOUR HEAD GAME IS FIRE.

[hongtiddiez]

4 minutes ep 2 raw reactions

oh ok starting out intense again, i see.

still so fucking in love with the opening. what a haunting gorgeous image. no notes.

oop room 4 we know who that is. ooh 10:04pm

oh now i feel bad for saying tyme gave me bad vibes, he just has rbf. i get that lmao same

ohhh yikes great's friend sucks but i also don't trust dome.

i really feel like this shit with title is a red herring bc this would be way obvious with how aggro and shitty he's being.

ooh shit it's dat time - 11pm.

is his cheek bruised? oop yes it is.

oh. well. huh. hmm. OH. HEY MAN. WOW. THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY.

HOW IS HE ASKING HIS BESTIE TO MURDER SOMEONE SO CASUALLY? BRUH. THE FUCK.

i dont like how lackadaisical great is about things and how complicit he is. like. i get this whole show is giving him a chance to NOT be complicit and give him 2nd chances to do the right thing but like. my guy. why are you like this? why don't you give a fuck about all the terrible shit happening around you?

rewinding real quick to see if i missed any numbers aside from the 00:04 and 00:00 - okay i did not.

but like... someone really needs to get view away from this guy pls. he still has a whole ass other person in his nasty clutches.

BOI LMAO. i thought he was gonna be shitty to great bc of his "mom" but no dr. rbf has a lil crush. but like, who can blame him?

DAYUMN OKAY. you're both fucking ridiculous. the palpable gay panic. but like, again, fair.

IT'S PRETTY DEEP LMAAAO. i shan't say it.

i'm wearing headphones and this song is way too bass-y in my ears, it's rattling my skull.

my guy half of that bandage is on his hair, you're a terrible doctor.

man i really love sammon shows, they really build this perfect level of tension.

OH HE'S DEAD. HOW FUCKIN' HARD DID HE HIT HIM DAMN.

that blood was left at midnight, it would NOT still be that red at, what? 6am? but okay. the magical humidity of thailand i guess.

EVIDENCE MARKER 4 I SEE YOU.

UH OH UH OH UH OH UH OH UH OH UH OH UH OH UH OH WHUH OH WHOOPSIE OOOOH THIS WILL HAVE MORE LASTING REPERCUSSIONS ON THE NARRATIVE THAN I EXPECTED

great really doesn't seem like a bad guy, just more like he's not taking any sort of active role in the world around him.

whoa whoa whoa wait. what??? if title is there who the fuck is dead?

bruh this rich boy garage? there's no way there isn't-- yeah. that. a camera. dipshit. love the clock ticking effect on the perspective tho.

dr boyfriend!!! what are you doing here?

wait now that we know title is fucking crazy is he the one who shot tyme in the ep 1 preview thingy?

god DAMN tyme's legs are long.

BRO HE WANTS TO FUCK YOU SO BAD IT MAKES HIM LOOK SILLY. LMAAAO WE LOVE A RIZZLESS LOSER.

it's 11!! but at least there's a pretty kitty.

ohhh no. oh wow. korn buddy. i know you're working but like, at least a single word to him, c'mon. OH DO NOT YELL AT HIM.

BITCH I'LL KILL YOU IF TON KLA DOESN'T DO IT HIMSELF.

still REALLY confused who is dead and why tho, not gonna lie.

oh whaddup gun theerapanyakul 2.0

BUDDY USE YOUR NOGGIN. HE "TOOK CARE" OF HIM. C'MON.

straight sex in my bl??? also like. man. i was hoping to like korn but he can go to hell now for all i care. hope her pussy tastes like soot and ash.

how did i know detective man was gonna be a rebound. he was looking at him a little too intently.

WHOA. WHOAAA. DR RBF???? WHAT'RE YOU DOING? AND WHO IS DEAD? like am i stupid??? dome, title, and great were all at the field. great took dome to the hospital. title confronted great in the garage. so whomst is dead??

I UNDERSTAND EVEN LESS THAN I DID AT THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE.

[katsotherworld]

Book 3 Chosen House of Night

My ramblings throughout the book.

Shawnee is described as caramel colored.

"Man purse" as opposed to just a purse or a bag?

I totally agree that birthday gifts that are holiday themed just because its the day of or right before/after is stupid, unless the birthday person is obviously and overjoyously a fan of said holiday.

Like you don't give Christmas themed gifts on Christmas, so why would you if they're born in December?

Heath coming in to save/ruin the day by revealing Zoe's birthday hatred lol.

Ok, 16/17 is old enough to realize that 50 something isn't that old.

Of course The People of Faith have their own edition of the Bible.

I hate that Linda was manipulated and abused into cutting off her daughter and mother. And when she wanted to free it was at one of the worst moments.

Also, does Zoey never miss her siblings? She doesn't seem to care about them at this point in the series.

I'm definitely remembering why I hated Eric, like I remembered but now I'm really remembering.

Also, Zoey's slut shaming is fucking annoying, like honey, it's normal to be sexually interested if you're interested in sex.

I want Stark, not Eric, like I just want my archer baby not the asshole actor who has a lesson to learn thst isn't learned for a few more books.

"Kinky Freak Boy" that's just so gross Zoey.

And Eric is right about Loren looking at Zoey not like a student and he's her teacher.

Teenagers should be taught what Grooming is, I wish they'd have called it that in these books because its Grooming and teens are so unaware about things that they don't realize an adult shouldn't be interested in them.

"Shawnee's chocolate colored eyes"

"He called me a woman." "He always mademe feel so grown, so womanly" statements made from a teen girl about a adult man grooming her.

"I've always been drawn to confident woman. You don't any idea how how special you are, do you Zoey? You're unique, not like any of those other fledglings. You're a goddess among those who think themselves demi-gods."

"I thought adult vampires weren't supposed to have relationships with fledglings.

"We're not supposed to, its highly improper. But sometimes there's an attraction between two people that transcends the vampire fledgling boundary, as well as age and impropriety. Do you believe in that kind of attraction, Zoey?"

"I didn't like seeing his [the age appropriate boyfriend] hands all over you?" Loren Blake

"I dont have any right to be angry at you for being eith Eric, it's not even my business." Loren Blake

"Do you want it to be you're business?" Zoey Redbird.

"More than I can tell you. I belive its my turn for a birthday kiss." Loren Blake

"No one can know about us" kisses her then proceeds to give her diamond earrings.

After being invited back to the teacher's room for sex she then panics because she doesn't want to have sex yet, but wants an excuse that isn't "juvenile"

I'll be waiting for you to come put me out of my misery.

"As I said, You're not like the rest of those fledgling children. And I happen to adhere to the belief that some rules are meant to be broken." -groomer Loren Blake again.

Also, if Nyx gives Zoe all these gut feelings why wouldn't she stop her from getting raped by Loren.

Nyx waits till after Zoe is imprinted with an adult vampire to let her know not to trust him with knowing Negerete's dark deeds.

Why didn't Nyx stop this shit.

Zoe deserved better than walking in on the Neferet and Loren situation.

God, Zoey's friends fucking suck. Like why the fuck are they so stupid. Like so fucking stupid. And if anyone would be aware of fucking GROOMING Damian would know that Loren was fucking in the wrong. I get the twins being a little awkward about it but Damien should know that he was Grooming her.

And so begins the Eric showing his true colors saga.

I just love Stevie Rae.

Zoe not knowing what the mysterious excruciating pain is sucks for her from a lack of knowledge stand point.

Darius is the absolute best. Like he is just the fucking best. I'm glad he gets to be a permanent character.

Welp, that ended on a note for sure.