#also i did the math and i slept like

[meguchi512]

i made this self portrait. just a glimpse into my sick and twisted reality. not like you'd understand anyways

BORN TO SWIM

WORLD IS A WATER

オランダ獅子頭 BLIND Em All 1989

I am oranda man

410,757,864,530 DEAD COPS

[anaalnathrakhs]

...i'm starting to wonder if i wasn't actually pretty often failed by the adults in my life as a young kid tbh.

[darkstaria]

Yandere Batfam - Soulmate Soul Animal AU.

Chapter 4:

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 5.

This chapter is brought to you by myyyyyyy🎉birthday🎉 woohoo 🥳 I hath aged

It's a little bit shorter, but I mean come on it's a unique chapter soooo it's cool guys I swear

Lots more Batfam content this time, albeit Tim centric. I'll balance it out in the future I swear! Also it's still platonic, but you could probably get a romantic reading from this a lil bit if you try

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A few days have passed since your encounter with Red Robin. He hasn't shown up since, but another thing has.

Your work had sent you an email. An invitation to Wayne Enterprises, to represent them. According to them, your location was the closest to Wayne Enterprises, and so you were selected. You lived 50 minutes away from Wayne Enterprises. Their home office was 30 minutes away. You weren't sure who was doing the math here, but they needed some more practice.

That being said, you could notice a pattern when there was one. This was Tim Drake's attempt to get you out of your home. And unfortunately, it was going to work. You needed your job. It was perfect, remote, didn't bother you as long as you got the work done. Jobs like that were rare, especially in Gotham.

Not for the first time, you kinda felt like crying.

If Red Robin, your soulmate, was indeed Tim Drake, then what was this? Did he have you figured out? Or was he continuing the investigation?

You didn't know...

Refusing to show up would get you fired. There was no way around that. But, what if you couldn't go?

What if you were too injured to go? There's no way you could fake something, the bats are quite literally master detectives. That and your soul animal form would likely reveal the uninjured truth.

Maybe if you injured yourself?

No, no no no. That was a bad route to go down. If this meeting is to check whether you are soulmates with him, a matching injury on your soul animal form would be like a criminal and a suspect having the same tattoo.

There wasn't really any option here. Which, really, is just typical for the vigilantes of Gotham.

"Ughhh." You groaned to yourself, cradling your hands with your head. You glared over at Red, who had been showing up much more frequently these past few days (which was saying something, since all your soul animals were already by you 23/7). Red gave a small chirp in reply, some sort of smugness in its tone.

Maybe it was time to invest in wind chimes or something. You heard they can scare off robins.

You felt like you were going to need it.

~ ~ ~ ~

Tim's developed something of a guilty habit.

It wasn't a bad thing, per se. Nothing B would particularly frown at. Dick might even agree.

He imagined you wouldn't quite feel the same, though.

You looked especially fragile, as you slept. During the day your face was haunted by false bravado, a paranoid edge to every smile. Sleep smoothed out the lines of your face, giving a softer touch to your slumbering form.

You frown when he reaches out to poke your cheek. It's cute. His hand twitches for his camera. You're always cute, whether it's a small little frown on your face or beaming joy.

He's developed a new favorite activity. Alongside solving cases, he's now watching you. He wants to observe it all. From little habits to obvious passions, he wants to know everything. Hobbies, skills, loves, DNA. He'd only just found you, the answer to the mystery that he's been in since birth. He's had a lot of time to build up this obsession.

He wants and wants and needs. He can wait to take.

You are a light sleeper, but he's a quiet stalker. You don't always drink milk before bed, but when you do, you'll get a little more tired than usual. Your groggy face is cute, too.

He reached out, stroking your hair with the slightest of a smile beginning on his face. It was soft. It reminded him of you, your soul animal form. It had flinched away from him earlier, as it always does whenever they were in uniform. Finding that you do the same as a human wasn't so surprising.

They had adapted to your soul form’s skittishness. They could do the same again. His mind briefly flashed through some ideas, an ankle bracelet, a watch, a collar? If it was on the ankle, you'd match.

He broke out of his musings at the shift of movement. A flutter of wings. B’s soul animal flew down perching on a piece of furniture nearby as a vantage point. He smirked. Looked like he wasn't the only one feeling a little possessive tonight.

He must've been thinking of you. Not surprising, given that your soul form was scheduled time with him today. They had to work out a schedule, else there would have been a lot more stabbings. Not that it didn't prevent sudden abductions occasionally, thanks Jason.

That was fine though. B could have you tonight, Damian could have you tomorrow, Dick the next. Because Tim had the real you, right here.

And he wasn't planning on letting go.

There's a room he's preparing inside Drake manor. He’d put your name on it, but that would be too obvious if anyone came around. Instead, it would be his little secret with you. He's only just met you, but he has plenty of ideas for it already.

He didn't feel guilty for this. Not at all.

You were his as much as he was yours after all. If there was a problem with these feelings, then why would fate itself tie you to him?

If anything, the only guilt he’d feel is not telling anyone else. He couldn't help it, he just wanted you to himself for a while. He caught you, so he was allowed to have you.

But was that really guilt? Or just annoyance at the idea of getting caught?

An alert on his communicator made him frown, taking him out of the trance he had felt into. There was more he had to do.

A shame, but it was fine. He got to spend some quality time with you, taken a few things for the future. He’d make more time. And you'll have all the time in the world for him. But first…

Tim withdrew a specialty camera from his utility belt, raising it to his face. He adjusted a few settings, then…

Snap!

~ ~ ~ ~

You fought the urge to yawn. You have been so sleepy lately. You had to wake up especially early for today. Lovely.

At least today was the moment of truth. You'd show Red Robin for once and for all that you were perfectly normal, and not at all his soulmate. He’d lose interest, and your life would return to its domesticity.

The one good thing going for today was that you're somehow accompanied by none of your soul animals. A truly rare occasion that is ruined by the fact that you're instead visiting a soulmate in the flesh. If any of your soul animals do show up, you have your old reliable bag to shove them into. So, you should be alright.

Wayne Enterprises was a terrifying image, but you steadied yourself with the fact that your whole life’s freedom was at stake here, which was much more terrifying. After that you could get through the door. Security just letting you through after giving your name almost had you running out the door though, you'd admit.

The elevator ride was long and solemn, giving you time to think about everything. Maybe you should think about moving, staying in Gotham was perhaps a ridiculous sentiment to begin with. It was a shame though, you were a Gothamite through and through, you didn't want to leave the country your parents lived and raised you in.

Still, perhaps it was time to leave. Things were getting too risky. Thinking about it, Wayne Enterprises? Honesty what even was your life.

The ding of the elevator door interrupts your musings, an assistant directing you to Tim Drake’s office.

As you walk over, you can't help but listen in to some shouting coming from the room.

A younger voice is yelling. “Give me them! You do not deser-” The voice gets cut off, as an older voice yells back. “It is my turn, you do not get to just steal them!”

The younger voice starts up again, but so does the older voice, alongside what you can only presume to be fighting noises.

You just kinda stare at the door. You are a working professional, representing your company to the prestigious Wayne Enterprises. You came here with lofty expectations and responsibilities to fulfill. And the CEO… is fighting someone in his office.

You have no idea what to do.

A minute passes.

You started to think about signaling an assistant to come help, but before you could do so the fighting seemed to end with a shouted “Fine! But B will hear about-” you can't hear the rest, as the shouting returns to a normal volume.

A door is opened and slammed, footsteps retreating away from the office. You take a moment to appreciate the fact that Tim Drake’s office has two doors that lead in different places, because it means you didn't have to meet whoever he was fighting.

A second or two later, the door in front of you swings open. Tim Drake is facing you, his hair a little askew, and his cheeks a little red. He smiles, an easy thing. It's as if the sight of you brought it to his face.

“Welcome!” He waves you in, somehow not acknowledging what you just heard in any form. The objects in his office are perfectly aligned. Nothing looks disturbed at all. How?

He waves you over to a chair, settling into one himself.

“Well.” He begins. “It's nice to see you again, Y/n."

You hope this goes by quickly.

[starandcloud]

Pretty Pumpkin

Solivan Brugmansia x reader

TW: Breaking and Entering, Somnophilia, (slightly) manipulative reader,

Word Count: 3,377

Average reading time: 12 minutes 17 seconds

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You were a smart student, you knew your stuff. Which is how you got here, a scholarship. You were perfect in just about every way, you were smart, graceful, top of the class, and did volunteer work after classes. You worked at the swimming pool during the summer and the plant nursery whenever you could. You were the dream. And the worst part?

You knew it.

You knew the looks you got, but you played it like you didn't. You knew your window lock wouldn't suddenly break, you knew someone had broken in. You noticed when things were moved, but you played along. Along into the sweet little fantasy whoever was trying to spin you into. You installed hidden cameras and watched them in the morning every time you actually slept at your own apartment, you watched as someone entered your room and just... admired you? You were honestly expecting worse, you were expecting a lot worse if you were completely honest. But you didn't know who it was, so you shifted the cameras and that's when you figured it out.

You locked yourself in your closet, the only place with no windows other than the kitchen, and watched the footage. You watched him enter, you listened to him speak and call you a sweet little thing and play with your hair. You could see his gentle smile and you could just feel the love drunk energy from him. You squinted your eyes then you saw it, you saw those green streaks and you smirked.

"Clever boy, what a clever little thing."

You praised Sol as he showed you his math test. Another one. Your hand nestled in his hair and you could feel him tense up under you as that blush stretched over his cheeks. You watched him look away and cover his face with his hand and you faked a pout and showed him your eighty-five percent.

"I did horrible Sol," you whined out and forced your bottom lip to quiver, "I really studied for this one..."

You had a mock sad tone in your voice as you looked down, your hair shifting as you did. You could see him move to comfort you and his hands gently rested on your shoulders, "H-Hey," you listened to him stammer before he calmly explained that you did your best. That's what matters. You leaned into him and gripped the back of his shirt, mock tears in your eyes as your shoulder's shook. Mimicking a cry as you buried your face in his chest, "I-I really tried... I-I don't know what's going on," you forced out with a sad tone, your voice cracking slightly as you did. You felt his arms dip around you and wrap around your waist as he held you close, "m-my grades are just dropping now," your words came out with a whimper as you pushed yourself closer to him, keeping up the act of upset princess, you looked up at him. Tears in your waterline as your bottom lip quivered, "am... am I stupid now Sol," you asked. Watching as he looked down at you with such a tender expression you couldn't help but almost surrender this game you were playing.

"No... no of course not," he whispered as one of his hands came up to your head and delicately pushed it against his chest, "it's just a rough patch. It'll be okay, it's all those holidays recently, that's all."

He promised as he rocked the both of you, you could see your friend close by. You locked eyes with her and gave a little smirk as you rolled your eyes and made a false cry before mouthing 'little games are back' before burying your face in Sol's chest. You felt him hold you tighter and you gently tightened your grip on him, you could feel his heart beat against his ribs and it made you grin. Eventually you pried yourself from him, hiding your face with your hair as you gathered your belongings and laced your fingers with Sol's as the two of you walked towards the library. You needed books for a class, which also gave you another opportunity to act like you needed Sol. Huffing, you reached for another book. It was with in your reach, but you purposely acted like you couldn't reach.

"Sol," you whined out and batted your eyelashes at him, "can you grab that for me?"

You asked with a little jump, making sure to coordinate your movements in such away that the book you wanted was just out of reach. Pouting you stomped your foot slightly and huffed before you felt Sol right behind you, you smirked and watched as his arm went above you and grabbed the book. You whisked around and gave him a hug, "oh you're the best," you exclaimed. Your voice happy and excited, as if he had just done the impossible for you. You felt his hand rest on your shoulder and you looked up at him, you saw him looking away and knew exactly what you were doing to him. Grabbing the book from his hand, you made sure that your fingertips brushed against his arm as you reached up and you leaned your body against him before you finally grabbed the book.

"You're the best Sol, you really are, you're like- the best person ever, and you're super duper smart," you said your voice like honey as you tucked the book into your back and picked it up, "oh I know! Could you tutor me?"

You asked as you tugged your bag over your shoulder and looked over at him, watching his eyes become puzzled and his body tensed as he tried to comprehend what you had just said to him. You watched the gears turn until he figured it out, you watched his face turn a beautiful shade of red and him look away. You knew what the answer would be, 'of course, what subjects?' you knew his sweet little facade all to well. After all, you were playing it too.

The last bell sounded like a starting shot at races, you packed your bag and sent a quick text to Sol; asking if he wanted to hang out. You were meant with an immediate response and you smiled softly before waiting at the school gate. When he came into view you acted all sorts of excited to see him, you bounced on your toes and laced your fingers with his as you lead him towards your apartment. You smiled as you walked around the back with him, telling him you just wanted to check on the little kitty you found the other day, and forced a frown when you didn't see it. Though there was actually a kitten back there the other day, you had already found it's parents, and it was just a ploy. You noticed where the grass seemed to be flatter and ran your fingers over it, helping it stand up right.

"Sol, look at this, a deer must've laid down here last night."

You spoke with a giggle as you pointed out the imprint, you watched as he tensed up and hid your smirk as you watched him try to usher you inside. Saying something about how you must be cold, you couldn't help but laugh as he gently pulled you into your own apartment. You excused yourself and changed into a hoodie and leggings, honestly it wasn't planned. It was just what you were comfortable in, you threw your hair into a bun and sat next to Sol. You pulled out your math books and smiled gently as he started to talk about how to do the math problems you were "having issues with". You nodded and listened intently, you let your hand "accidentally" rest on his thigh as you leaned forward and laid your head against his shoulder. At the end of the study session, you walked him to the door and gave him some food. It was supposed to be your lunch for tomorrow, but here you were, you'd honestly just buy lunch tomorrow at school. It wasn't a big deal, you promised, as you urged him to take the food. Which he did eventually take, you smiled and gave him a tight hug before watching him walk away. You shut your door and then settled on the couch, you turned on a shitty rom-com and watched it until you were bored. You honestly hated those things, but you laughed at every corny joke and made an effort to make yourself look like you were enjoying it.

Later that night, an hour or so later than when you actually went to bed, you were listening to music. Bopping your head around as you cut your eyes towards the window, at the general location you knew he would be. The imprint, which you took a guesstimate at it's location, wasn't far from your window so you just smiled sweetly and then went back to your music. You weren't aware of how quickly he ducked behind the tree and how he clutched his chest or how his blush was bright enough you could've used it as a flashlight. Honestly he wasn't even sure if you even knew he was there, you did, or if you knew if it wasn't a deer but him, you knew, but he let out a shaky breath when your bedroom lights went off. He waited a few minutes before hiking your window open and climbing in, he stood in front of you and pulled his mask down. You heard him approach and felt him sit beside you, so you decided to play a little game with him. You furrowed your brows and muttered out his name in your "sleep", you could hear the gasp that came from him and how his fingers gently brushed over your cheek to feel you against his skin.

"I'm here Pumpkin," he mumbled back, "right here."

He sounded like he was promising that he'd be there when you woke up, you knew he wouldn't be so you shifted close to him. Still feigning sleep as you whined in your sleep as you felt his hand leave your skin. You felt him gently put his hand on yours and his breath against your skin, "so pretty," he muttered before his lips connected with your neck. You could feel how gentle he was trying to be, you could feel how he was trying not to leave a mark as he licked, gently bit, and sucked on your skin. You could feel his want for you through how he breathed and how tender he was, so you let out a little whimper.

"Shit..."

You heard him curse when he pulled away, you felt him stand up and heard him rummage through your drawers. You could hear his panic as he whispered, "where the fuck do they keep their makeup," you heard him yank open another drawer and it clatter to the ground. You stirred in your bed and then you heard nothing. It was a good five minutes before you felt him settle next to you again, his fingers gentle against your neck as he applied concealer to your neck. Hoping you wouldn't notice the hickey in the morning. You kept hearing him mumble about how pretty and perfect you were before he fell silent. So you whimpered out his name in your sleep again, you felt him clutch your hand and press a kiss to your head. You felt his lips trail down your face before he hesitantly pressed a kiss to your lips, a smile stretched across your lips and you stirred in your "sleep" again. You heard him sigh and then whisper out, "I have to go Pumpkin; I love you," before he left. You felt his hand leave yours and the sound of your window sliding open and shut. You waited a few minutes before you navigated through your apartment to the bathroom, you delicately removed the makeup and smirked slightly at the dark mark on your skin. You gently traced the delicate skin and knew what you were doing tomorrow.

You walked into school with a pep in your step, your hair pulled up and away from your neck as you showed off the hickey from Sol. When asked about it you gave a halfhearted shrug before you told them it was a curling iron accident, which most believed. You went about your day until lunch, where you watched Sol freeze in place before you called out to him. You watched his mind buffer for a moment before he continued over to you. Hyugo pointed out the hickey and you cut your eyes at Sol, who choked on his lunch, before you laughed it off and said it was the weirdest thing. You thought just kind woke up with it, but figured you just burned it on the curling iron that morning when you were too tired to comprehend what was going on.

It was a few weeks later when you finally decided to catch him in the act. Humming softly to yourself, you shut your blinds and went about your nightly routine. You hummed softly as you fixed a false body into your bed, made of pillows, some towels, and a wig. You flicked your light off and waited in a dark corner. You watched Sol quietly enter before you took light steps behind him, "Sol," you whispered out as he whipped around. Your delicate fingertips rested against his chest before you pushed him onto your bed, your legs gently straddled his as you sat on his lap. You held his upper body up by his sweatshirt and pulled his mask down.

"How long do you think you could do this for Clever Boy?"

You questioned as your eyes scanned his flushed face, you watched his eyes flick around as he fumbled through words. A sadistic grin crossed your face as you gently took his neck in your hand, squeezing softly before you pulled him close. Your nails digging into his back as you grinned as his dazed out look made a shiver go down your spine, before you clicked your tongue at him.

"My, my, you're pathetic Sol. Utterly pathetic."

The whine that met your ears at your disapproval of him and his actions. Delicately you lead his hand to your waist and you felt his pulse sped up under your fingers, making you laugh.

"God... Getting all worked up, just by touching my waist Sol? God, you're sick..."

You spat, making him look away from you. A mad look in his eyes before you jerked his head back, his face centimeters from yours as you growled lowly.

"I didn't say you could look away Sol. Don't fucking look away from me, don't you dare."

You said, your commands making his eyelashes flutter.

"H-How," Sol started as he tried to hold eye contact with you, "how did you know Pumpkin..?"

His voice came out barely above a whisper and you laughed before pushing his upper body against the bed. You looked down at him with a snarl.

"I'm not an idiot, you moved my food and drinks. Put sleeping medication in them, I'm not an idiot Sol. There's camera's everywhere. I know everything you've done in the past month Sol. So come on, tell me why. Tell me why you did it."

You demanded as he fumbled for answers, though the only pathetic words that left his lips were "love you" and you just wouldn't take that.

"Oh hunny," you coo'd as you pulled him back up and held his face in your hands, "you're sick pathetic bastard. There's no way I could love someone who decided to mark me at night, when they thought I was asleep."

Your voice came out so sweet, but that didn't stop his eyes from getting sad and looking away. If you couldn't love him, why didn't you call the police? Or move? If you couldn't love him, why're you holding him like this? Your hands on his face and sitting in his lap. He was so confused he didn't register his arms wrapping around you, or how you pushed his head against your neck until you spoke.

"So why don't we try that again, hm? Mark me while you know I'm awake Clever Boy..."

Your finger's played with his hair and he delicately kissed you, making sure not to hurt you as he held you tight. You grimaced at his delicate nature and grabbed a handful of his hair before yanking it back, you heard a whimper and saw how his eyes filled with tears.

"If you're not going to take care of me, then I'll find someone who will."

You threatened as you began to get up. Just as you were standing he pulled you back into him and whined, "n-no I can," he whined and buried his face in your neck. Lapping and sucking at the skin, pulling a content hum from your lips. You whimpered softly when he bit down at the skin, that's when the dynamic changed. His hands pulled you closer to him, and he got more aggressive with his assault on your neck. Your whimpers turning into soft moans before you whimpered out his name, a groan came from Sol as you whimpered again. Your eyes rolled back and you gripped at his hair again, this time gentle and desperate as you shuffled closer to him.

"Fuck... you sound so pretty Pumpkin..."

You whimpered quietly at Sol's whispered words your body moved closer to his and you whined softly. You wanted him so badly right now, to feel his touch against your skin. Is this how he felt? Desperate and needy for your touch? You don't remember when he had you underneath him, or when your pajama pants were yanked off but you do remember how his face was buried in your neck and how he whined when his cock was fully inside you. You clung to him, your nails leaving irritated red streaks down his back as he littered your skin with gentle bites and hickies, you choked out a moan when his hips snapped into you. You sobbed out in pleasure, making him stop. You whined and squirmed when he stopped before he kissed you, "are you alright," he murmured out as he gently pulled away from the kiss and stared lovingly down into your eyes. Yours were tear filled and desperate as you nodded, god why did he stop? Was this a punishment? Was he teasing? No... his hands gently held your face as he kissed you again, his thrusts gentle and loving as your eyes fluttered shut. Your arms went around his neck and you pulled him closer, you wanted to feel every inch of his skin on yours.

The morning came and your eyes fluttered open, you were dressed and you smelled pretty. You smelled like your shampoo and like something else... you couldn't even think about it correctly. You couldn't place the smell, and you started to think it was all just a wet dream. You couldn't find anything on your camera's other than you falling asleep. You honestly couldn't remember how you even thought of that for a dream, it upset you the entire walk to school. You didn't think anything was off until Sol wrapped his arms protectively around you and you remembered that gentle touch. You jumped at first before your body unconsciously melted against him, it was then your best friend pointed out the hickies that were poking out from your collar. You flushed a deep red, an actual blush. You couldn't remember the last time your heart beat that fast, which brought a chuckle from Sol as he murmured against your neck.

"You're adorable Pumpkin, did you at least enjoy our fun last night?"

Those words convinced you it wasn't a wet dream and you wanted to curl up and die, smacking Sol's arm you brought a laugh from him and a goofy smile before you felt him kiss the top of your head. You loved this so much, you loved being held, but maybe you only loved it because it was Sol.

[booksandchainmail]

I've started reading Anne Lister's (early 1800s lesbian) journals, some highlights:

where they start off, she's accompaning her ex-its-complicated (Mariana) who just got married on her honeymoon. Anne responds to this heartbreak by fucking Mariana's sister (also along on the honeymoon)

she is also an absolute dirtbag towards this sister (confusingly also named Anne aka Nantz), "she would gladly have gotten into bed or done anything of the loving kind I asked her", "I said she excited my feelings in a way that was very unjustifiable unless she meant to gratify them"

part of how she explains she's gay to Nantz is saying how pretty hr sister Eliza is. Notably this is not the sister that Anne has been dating.

then she immediately drops Nantz and makes a snide note that "superior charms might not be so easily come-at-able on such easy terms"

Later she meets back up with Mariana and then proceeds to spend so much time hanging out with yet another sister (Lou) that Mariana gets jealous, which Anne glosses over in a way that might read more heartfelt if she had not previously a) noted that one of Mariana's sisters was very pretty or b) slept with another one

On the one hand she is such a snob towards her neighbors, but on the other its clear she's acutely aware that they are all aware she is Different and are gossiping about her, so I find it hard to hold the classism against her

her idea of flirting with a local middleclass girl she meets is to send her a poem about having a temporary fling with a social inferior. Luckily she does not go through with this idea, but big Darcy energy

at one point she buys a pistol and shoots out of her window and the recoil knocks it out of her hand so dramatically that the pistol smashes the glass

so much of these journals are about finances, which I'm sure the historians adore, Anne keeps noting down how much everything cost

There's some interesting gendered bits going on in her: Anne mentions at one point sitting in just her underwear and men's suspenders, and mentions "the abuse I had received for [...] manners like those of a gentleman". She's also very focused on getting a full (masculine) education: classics, math and science, etc, and there are multiple places where she notes particularly when a(n unfamiliar) man treats her intellect as an equal.

there's one long bit that really gets me where she goes on for a while about the various expenses of traveling by coach and ends it with "Any gentleman might travel on these terms, if he chose to go into the traveling room & was sure of being well received so long as he did not give himself airs, but behaved like a gentleman. Indeed, he said, many gentlemen did travel in this way..."

gods I wish she lived in a time where she could be butch

Anne Lister kept parts of her journals encrypted, mostly the lines to do with her sexuality, and there's a strange poetry in the way this collection renders the encrypted text in italics, queerness once unreadable but still written plainly alongside the deniable straightness, "Had a hot supper & did not get back until 3. I slept with M---"

(full part 1) (part 2)

[bnkiz]

limits.

pair: pervert jake x fem!reader

genre : smut

warnings : pwop (?) , creampie, boners , teasing, a bit of dom yn but mostly dom jake, size difference.

buns notes : who else likes jakes hands? memememem!!

Jake had been your friend for a long time—almost 3 consecutive years.

known each other since kids and you were both so close you slept in the same bed.

he loved being your best friend , it was the best thing.

But at what cost ?

Jake had a bit of a reputation that wasn’t bad but also was not good. A fuckboy is what he was.

But you were his innocent and sweet best friend! always coming to scold him about how to not break girls hearts and just sleep with them.

Little did you know he wanted you, he wanted to know how much your tiny cunt could take.

and he wouldn’t leave you like all the other girls—no, you’re special and so so sweet. who could ever hurt someone as precious as you?

The scene started at your house, the day he first realized how badly he wanted you and that pretty body.

“And you carry x over—“

Gosh, were you so unaware how bored he was of hearing you chirp about math nonsense?

seriously, he didn’t really need math. only for like money and or something else but math was useless in other ways.

He wasn’t paying attention until you got closer to write down something on his notebook, and thats when he saw it.

Your pretty tits were squished together and fuckkk. did that make him rock solid.

He immediately shifted on the bed, hoping to get a fix of friction on his groin but to no avail.

He imagined all the things he could do to you.

Flip you in so many positions your mind went blank, oh you would be so surprised and scared to see his girth. you were a runner for sure.

“After that you- jake?”

when you look up you were surprised to see your best friend had this hazy and desirable look in his eyes—weird.

“Fuck.. yn i can’t concentrate when you look like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like that.”

To be honest you were used to the inappropriate behavior jake did towards you—you thought it was tunny.

But a part of you did masturbate to the thought of him sometimes despite you repeating in your brain that hes just your bestie.

You knew that thought was futile.

“Why? does it make you feel something?”

“Yeah, makes me want to fuck you.”

“Really?”

Your innocent but knowing teasing had his buldge twitch with desire and annoyance.

You pushed out your tits more and inched closer—thats when he snapped.

You were pulled into a mating press with him stripping your panties clean off you and holy shit, was your pussy pretty.

his fingers ran down the slit carefully before he took his cock out the restricting confines of his jeans.

“You’re gonna get what you wanted.. and i won’t let you leave until im finished.”

With that, he squeezed his thick length into your hole, moving with a fast pace.

“F-fuck.. wait.. jakey—“ you pressed a hand on his stomach but he pushed you down deeper into the mattress.

“Shut. up. just.. take it..” he growled and pounded your sopping hole constantly.

your small frame wracked with moans and ting cries as you babbled out pleas of ‘slow down’ and ‘be gentle’.

He felt you close around him and flutter open repeatedly—milking him for all he was worth.

“Jake im.. im—“

“i know.. i got you yn. im gonna cum inside okay? get you all nice and full.”

he grunted and almost whimpered while in your warmth before his load spilled inside you.

he panted softly and did a few slow laps of his hips before pulling out.

His fantasy that once lay in his mind and ones he fucked his fist too, had just now became true.

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gently, by your side | jaehyun

members: myung jaehyun x gender neutral reader

genre: college au, angst, comfort, best friends! to ???, more platonic stuff in this one

tags/warnings: extensive discussions of mental health and chronic/mental illness, y/n is not okay. :(

summary: jaehyun finds you after a bad week.

wc: 2.7k

a/n: this fic’s title comes from this lovely song. as someone who’s struggled with both chronic and mental illness, it really takes someone strong and amazing to keep on going, despite everything. most of the dialogue in this comes from my own musings and experiences with mental health. i wrote this for a dear mutual of mine! i hope better days will come for you soon, whenever that may be. meanwhile, i hope this gives you comfort when things are tough! sending lots of love <3 

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5 days ago 1:28 PM 🐶 cutie puppy

(y/n) we haven’t seen each other in such a loooong time imy :(( i mean i KNOW it’s just been a couple of days since we last hung out but still!!!!!!! when are we seeing each other again !!!! tell me ur schedule QUICK !!!!

4 days ago 6:33 PM 🐶 cutie puppy

heeeeyyyyyyyyy (with the intention to hang out) heeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy heeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy reply to meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!! tell me when ur free pls i miss u :((

3 days ago 11:58 PM 🐶 cutie puppy

hey i didn’t see u at the party today i thought u said u were going last week!!!  also i asked around and people said they haven’t seen u around recently??? and they don’t know what ur up to

2 days ago 2:05 PM 🐶 cutie puppy

heeeyyyy ?????????? did i do smth?????  or are u just really busy w school and work idk either way pls just let me know :(( i won’t bother u if ur rlllyyy busy

10:35 PM sorry if i’m being annoying btw

Yesterday  11:32 PM 🐶 cutie puppy

ok i thought about it reaaaaaallly hard and i don’t think i’ve done anything to make u mad or upset w me??? well aside from that time last last week that u got mad at me for accidentally messing w ur computer and deleting ur work files WHICH IM LIKE REALLY SORRY FOR but i fixed it!!!!! i thought we were good alrd!!! are u still mad at me 4 that ?

1:00 AM (y/n)?

1:28 AM idk  i thought i was ur best friend :(( did smth change???

2:47 AM pls pls reply :(( i know we can talk this out i don’t want us to not be ok

Today  3:00 PM 🐶 cutie puppy i’m coming over.

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Sitting up from your bed, your heart thuds in anxiety as you quickly scroll through your chat history with Jaehyun. Your eyes hurt and your brain feels especially foggy, like you’re looking at the world through a particularly cloudy lens. How long did you sleep? The last thing you recall was working on your assignments last night, then choosing to sleep instead when you got overwhelmed. Even then, you slept fitfully. You remember setting an alarm at 9 AM today to continue working, but even as you sat at your desk, you couldn’t type a single sentence on your laptop. Everything felt muddled and it was as if you couldn’t understand anything at all. Even the cups of coffee you drank in desperation was of no use keeping you alert; all it did was make you palpitate.

Then you gave up, went back to bed, and you’re here now. Checking the chat timestamps, you realize you haven’t replied to Jaehyun’s messages in almost a week, which has never happened before—you talk almost everyday, even multiple times a day. Jaehyun’s last message was at 3 PM, when he said he’d come over. One look at your screen shows you it’s already 3:20. If you’ve memorized his schedule right, it takes your best friend thirty minutes to get to your dorm from his Fundamental Maths class. That means you have ten more minutes to get your shit together and clean your mess of a room. 

But right when you’ve mustered the energy to stand up, you hear a series of knocks on your door. That can’t be— “(Y/n), open up, I know you’re in there!” Jaehyun’s voice echoes from outside the door. “I asked your dormmate and she said you haven’t left your room since yesterday, so there’s no use pretending!” Shit, shit, shit! You immediately spring up and hastily fold your blankets and organize your desk, throwing away stray food wrappers and plastic cups. You open your blinds to let some air in, and the bright sunlight makes your head throb even more. 

On your way to the door, you spot yourself in the mirror. There’s no other word for it—you look like utter shit. Your eyebags are dark and prominent, your hair disheveled from tossing and turning in your sleep. You look horrendous, but Jaehyun is persistently knocking on your door, so you have no choice but to fix yourself up as fast as you can. You splash water on your face and smoothen down your hair and open the door—then there’s Jaehyun in all his glory. Your heart clenches seeing him; he looks as handsome as always, his bangs fluffy and soft and his letterman jacket fashionably oversized. He looks nothing like you in your ratty T-shirt with coffee stains and pajama shorts. His hand is halfway raised, positioned to knock at your door (he could and would probably do it all day if he had to). Upon seeing you, he blurts out: “Did I do something?”

Instead of answering him, you open your door wider as an invitation, and Jaehyun takes the hint, stepping into your dorm. Once the door is shut, Jaehyun peers at your messy room and remarks, “Wow. When was the last time you cleaned up? You’re usually not like this.”

You know he didn’t mean it like that, but his comment stings at you all the same. “Sorry, Jaehyun,” you snap, “not everyone can be at 200% energy all the time like you.” At his hurt expression, you backtrack. “Sorry, that was really rude of me.”

“It-It’s fine,” Jaehyun replies confusedly. Then he looks straight at you, eyes pleading. He’s picking at the stray thread hanging from his jacket, a habit you’ve come to known is something he does when he’s nervous. “You know what, I thought about it. For days, really, if I did anything that would make you mad and ignore me. But I couldn’t come up with anything at all. I was really worried when you didn’t reply to me for days on end, especially when we talk everyday. So if I did something, can—can you just tell me? I just want us to be okay.”

Your throat closes up and your heart pounds even faster, making you feel dizzy. You have no idea how to answer him, when all he’s ever seen of you is the perfect student who does everything right, who’s smart and good at what they do without any flaws or exceptions. How would he react if he saw you for who you really were?

The words can’t form in your mouth, and out of frustration at yourself, you tear up. Jaehyun notices this, eyes widening in worry, “(y/n), baby, no, no,” and pulls you into his arms. Almost instantly, the tears cascade down your face and sobs wrack your body. You feel pathetic crying in your best friend’s arms, but Jaehyun just soothes a hand up and down your back as you break down. His other arm is wrapped around your shoulders, and it feels like your anchor when you’re drowning in all your troubles. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he says in a hushed tone, “let it all out.” You grip his jacket even tighter as you bury your face in his chest. 

When was the last time you’ve ever been hugged like this? The last time you’ve ever been truly vulnerable to anyone without that mask of perfection you often don? The last time you felt safe just being yourself? You have no idea. All you know that is in the circle of Jaehyun’s arms, you want to be small and imperfect and yourself just this once.

After your cries die down, Jaehyun clears his throat. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I don’t know what it is I did, but I’m so sorry for hurting you.”

“It’s not you, Jaehyun,” your voice is muffled by both your sniffles and Jaehyun’s chest. You don’t want Jaehyun to get the wrong idea that he’s hurt you in some way because of how broken he sounds thinking he’s done something to make you sad. “It’s just. Me.”

“You? What do you mean?” Jaehyun leads you into your room from the doorway. He’s holding your hand and doesn’t let go even when you both settle at the edge of your bed. His palm is warm and his grip loose enough in case you want to let go; you don’t. While you muster up the courage to speak, your best friend just sits there, waiting patiently. “It’s okay, whatever you say, I’m not going anywhere.” You don’t know that for sure, but him saying that makes you want to be truthful just this once, damn the consequences.

You take a deep breath, focusing on your intertwined fingers. You’re too scared to look at his face because you don’t want to see his reaction. “Jaehyun, what kind of person do you think people see me as?”

“Well…” He takes a moment to think about it. “Someone smart, talented, and who gets stuff done?”

In turn, you let out an resigned exhale. “Well, that’s the image I project. Of someone who’s perfect… someone who does things effortlessly. People think it comes easy to me. But it doesn’t. When people tell me that I didn’t need much effort to get to where I am now, I feel undermined. When I express I’m having a hard time, people brush it off and think I’m just overreacting. Because they think I’m perfect all the time. But honestly…? That’s the farthest thing from the truth."

Glancing up from your hands, you scan your room—your desk is a mess of papers and assignments that you have yet to get to. You can’t tell when the last time you spent time being actually productive when what you’ve been is fatigued out of your mind. When you try to sit at your desk and work, all you feel is difficulty concentrating and processing work and readings. Sleep has also proven to be elusive—no matter how long you lie in bed, you never feel well-rested. Simple actions and decisions require so much energy from you that you undeniably lack. You also constantly compare yourself to others, whom things like these come natural to them. But you’ve kept these feelings of yours secret for a long time—you’re utterly terrified that you’d be undermined for being useless and overly sensitive.   

“(Y/n)?” Jaehyun squeezes your hand, and you turn to meet his eyes. His eyes are sincere and kind. “I-I know I may not be the most empathic person, but I promise I’ll hear you out without judging you. I want to be here for you… and I hope you’ll let me. Please?” 

At this, you spill everything you’ve been feeling the past weeks—months, even—to Jaehyun. You stumble over your words and your breath gets caught in your throat, but he’s there to pat your back and to encourage you to keep going. Without you knowing, tears make their way down your face once again, and Jaehyun uses his other hand to gently brush them away. “It just gets so hard that I want to just. Give everything up. I don’t know what the use of trying so hard is when I see how other people don’t need this much effort to do even the most basic of tasks. It’s just so… unfair.”

When you’re finished with your rant, you don’t know what to expect from Jaehyun—but you’re stunned to see him crying. He’s sniffling and wiping at his eyes furiously. “Why…” You have no idea what he’s about to say, but you brace yourself for the worst. “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” he whispers brokenly. “I didn’t know you were having such a difficult time. I feel like such a shitty friend for not even noticing. I’m sorry, (y/n).” Jaehyun’s eyes fill with tears and he starts “I… I thought we were best friends.” The best friends tell each other everything goes unsaid, but you know exactly what he meant.

“I…” You feel awful now for making Jaehyun cry. “You’re just. You just naturally have all this limitless energy. You’re…” Normal. Not like me. “I don’t know how if you were going to take me seriously if I told you what I was going through… There were times I’d see you, and I’d be so disappointed in myself for not being like you. And I was so scared that if I did tell you, I’d be letting you down.”

Jaehyun’s expression grows more miserable at this. “I-I’m sorry, (y/n), I never meant to make you feel unheard. And I never meant for it to feel like you couldn’t tell me about these things.” 

“It-It’s not your fault, Jaehyun,” you protest, but he shakes his head, obviously disappointed in himself.

“No, (y/n), I’m supposed to be your best friend. How stupid can I be if I can’t notice when you’re having a hard time? I didn’t even stop to ask how you’ve been doing because you seemed to be doing fine. But I should’ve known better. I shouldn’t have taken things at face value. I’m such an idiot,” Jaehyun berates himself. “I’m so, so sorry.” 

At his sincere apology, you can’t help but admit it to yourself—you desperately needed Jaehyun’s support as your best friend, but you were too scared to ask for it. And honestly? You felt immensely lonely without his words and presence to comfort you. 

“(Y/n), I hope you know that I see how hard you work. I know your sleepless nights and how much effort you put into every single thing you do. Despite everything you’re going through, you’re always trying to be better than the person you were yesterday, and it’s something I truly admire about you. But I hope you know it’s okay to be imperfect and flawed and to not be okay. I want to be here on your good and bad days. I just wish I could’ve been more vocal about this earlier… I’ve really taken you for granted, huh?” Jaehyun sighs wetly, taking your hand in both of his. He’s still crying; you both are, actually. What a silly pair the two of you make. 

“Thank you for trusting me and sharing all of this. It literally means the world to me,” Jaehyun rambles. “I promise I’ll be a better friend to you, someone you feel safe opening up to about anything, whether that be your achievements or your struggles. And (y/n), if it’s not too much to ask… Could I ask you to be more honest with me in the future?” He stares at you imploringly. “I don’t want you to think you have to go through all of this alone. I want to be here for you the same way you’ve always been there for me… Okay?”

“....Okay. Okay, I’ll try,” you respond softly. “Thank you, Jaehyun. I… I’ve never told anyone about this before. But thank you so much for just listening, and not judging, and accepting me for me…” While you appreciate Jaehyun’s presence at this moment, a new wave of fatigue washes over you with all this emotional vulnerability and talking. “Jaehyun… I’m still feeling really tired, so I might go back to sleep. Sorry, I know you came all the way here to see me, but here I am being shit company,” you apologize regretfully.

“Oh! That’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Jaehyun stands up from your bed to leave. When your fingers slip from each other, you feel an acute loss of warmth—both in your hands and in your heart. He makes his way to the door, slipping on his shoes, and your heart sinks. There’s something you badly want to ask of Jaehyun, but you’re too much of a coward to tell him what you truly want. You don’t want to be on your own right now, but you’d probably be asking too much of him. Accepting your fate, you settle in bed, attempting to take a nap so restless you’re sure will be of no help to your exhaustion.

However, Jaehyun himself stops in the doorway. He turns back around, a distraught look on his face. “(Y/n)... I don’t want to assume, but are you sure you want to be alone right now?” he begins. “I mean, we just had this really heavy talk. Can… Can I keep you company? I promise I’m great at cuddles—that’s what all my other friends say anyway when I annoy them with my hugs.”

When you nod, that’s all it takes for Jaehyun to shuck off his shoes, strip his jacket, and climb into bed with you. With your ear against his steady heartbeat and his comforting arm around you, you’re asleep in no time. It’s the best you’ve ever slept in months.

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mornings in the dreamhouse I ken!ryan gosling x barbie!reader

summary: Based on the after math of the Barbie Movie, slight spoilers included i guess. They are living in the real world at this point. Basically just smut squint and you won’t see a plot. (I hope ya'll are as ready for Ken smut as I am.) MINORS DNI.

pairings: ken!ryan gosling x barbie!reader

word count: 758

warnings/notes: SMUT! cursing, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink. Ken is obsessed with you, but what’s new? Also this is verrrry short, I didn't go overboard with this one.

feel free to send any requests to my inbox, if you enjoyed I would love more ideas or tropes lovelys.

You awoke in the early morning hours. The sun barley shining through your massive windows in your dream NY condo. Ken was still sleeping whilst you lay on top of him, the soft blanket draped over the both of you.

His hand under your white tank top resting on your back as he slept soundlessly. He slept with no shirt despite the cold temperatures inside the condo. You felt sleep taking over you since it was Saturday and you had no work you let it take you.

You awoke 2 hours later to Ken laying open-mouthed kisses along your back and leaving hickeys in his wake. You rolled over to look at him smiling softly as you attempted to open your eyes, the sun shining onto him from the giant window behind you.

"Hey baby, you awake finally?" My God, he thought. You looked breathtaking. The sun was shining into your hair and skin behind you and almost lighting you up from the inside. You were both laying on your sides and Ken pulled you closer to push his knee between your legs.

"Ken what- what are y'doin honey." You asked him in your sleepy state, even though you knew exactly what he was doing.

"Baby," he slipped his arm over your own that was resting against your stomach, gently pulling you closer into his warmth. A soft rut of his hips made your very aware of where he wanted things to go. "Let me have you, god let me have you just like this Barbie. So perfect." Goosebumps raised on your skin when he praised you like that, as he murmured the words into your ear. "Please."

You leaned forward to capture his mouth as an answer. He chuckled, his warm breath caressing your face, before pulling away. He watched while you straddled his waist situating your warm body with his. He leaned up to press another kiss to your forehead as his hand slipped into the curve of your waist, his thumb rubbing back and forth.

You reached inside his sweats pulling him out. You positioned yourself over him sliding him through your wet folds. Not needing any foreplay, just him. Finally sinking down on him you both whimpered as the feeling. You felt so full.

"Doing so good for me B, so good." He praised his hands finding your hips once again to help you. You moaned as the praise.

Ken pulled you closer him taking your left tit in his warm mouth. He noticed your body language, knew you were close. One hand abandoning your waist to work your clit. He watched your open mouth whimpers as your eyes closed and legs got weak. He felt you flutter around him, knowing how to push you over. His hips snapped to yours as he moved his mouth up to your ear.

"Let go for me beautiful. Perfect cunt squeezing me so good." He praised.

He felt you flutter but knew you needed more so he picked up his pace putting his toned frame to work. "Gotta let go for me B. I've got you."

This sent you over the edge. Your face twisted in pleasure with your mouth open giving him breathy moans of his name like a broken record. This almost sent him along with you clenching around him, milking him for everything he has.

But you knew what would finish him off.

"Cmon Ken doing so good for me. Those perfect abs. Fucking me so so good. So perfect." You assured. That did it for him, his praise kink was through the roof.

His hips stuttered into you as he whimpered and let go. His hands found your face pulling you in for a devastating kiss, as his hips pumped every few seconds.

"mmm," You hummed into the kiss savoring it. " wanna sleep s'more Ken. What do you say?"

"Couldn't dream of anything else, that was amazing."

And so you fell asleep full of happy thoughts, and Ken.

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Beer Boy and Sugar: The Second Lost Year (Bradley Bradshaw x Reader)

Part of the Lost Years series for Beer Boy and Sugar

Warnings: language, longing, angst (series fits chronologically between Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time)

Banner by @mak-32

Year Two

Bradley dropped down on his bed and started to untie his boots while Nat looked around at everything on his desk. They were both about to start flying solo now, and it was such a relief that she was advancing in the program with him. It brought him a little bit of joy every time they left the others in the dust.

"I always liked this thing," she remarked, poking his Navy desk lamp as he set his boots under his bed. "You said it was your dad's, right?"

"Yeah. Makes it vintage," he replied with a grin as he lounged back on his pillows, already thinking about dinner in the mess hall. It was hot as hell outside, especially by Rhode Island standards, and it made him miss Virginia a little bit. "Are you ready for dinner?"

She groaned. "It's too hot to go outside and walk all the way to get food. Your air conditioner works better than mine, too. Can't we just stay in here?"

His stomach growled as he said, "All I got is some protein bars and instant mac and cheese. And I'm starving."

Nat started to poke at the book he was currently reading as she said, "I'll order us a pizza."

This was something he'd never get used to, even though he considered her his best friend. She always seemed to have money from her parents, and he had basically nothing. But she continually offered to share her food with him. Bradley wasn't exactly sure what he brought to this friendship, but she seemed to enjoy having him around, so he didn't bring it up.

"Fine," he agreed.

This seemed to make her happy as she fished her phone out of her pocket. "You want your usual topping choice?"

Bradley froze with his fingers pushed back in his messy hair. At first, he always ordered his pizza that way, because that's how you liked it. Now Nat thought it was his preference. But maybe it actually was?

"Yeah," he replied softly. "Please." 

Then he listened to her call it in while his thoughts drifted back to Virginia. He hadn't seen or heard from you in fourteen months, but he'd thought about you every single day. It hurt a little less now, but all the feelings were still there. He still looked at all the pictures he had saved on his phone. He thought about you when he touched himself. He still hadn't slept with anyone else since you.

"Why would you keep a differential equations notebook from UVA?" Nat mused, but he was barely listening to her as he thought about your body curled up against his while you wore his Grateful Dead shirt. "Did you even take advanced math?" 

When he finally registered what she said, he sat up in his bed and saw her holding your purple notebook. The one with all the doodles and love notes in the margins, and he felt like he was back in the study room with you on his lap. The breath was knocked from his lugs as a sheet of loose, folded paper fell onto her lap, and she picked it up and started to read it out loud.

"Dear Beer Boy, 

I'm bored in my calculus lecture, and I just started thinking about your bedroom door. It's still the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. Maybe you and I could wait until the middle of the night when all of your fraternity brothers are asleep and sneak out into the hallway and-"

Bradley lunged out of bed and grabbed the note from her hand before she could see the rest. "What the fuck, Nat? That's personal!"

Her dark brown eyes were as wide as saucers as she said, "That was from her."

He knew she was kind of mystified by you, given that he only shared details of the happiest months of his adult life sparingly. She always asked for more information when he mentioned you, always wanted to know more. But Bradley felt like the magic would wear off the more he talked about you, so he always kept it brief. He also knew he wasn't going to get away with saying nothing right now.

"Yeah," he grunted, taking the purple notebook from her hands and returning the folded note to the back pages. The sight of your handwriting filled him with a deep need for you. "And this was her notebook."

Nat's voice was gentle, as if she was trying not to spook him when she asked, "Why did she like your door so much?"

Bradley closed his eyes and laughed quietly. "I painted over all the other girls' names and phone numbers. For her. Or for myself. I don't really know anymore."

Now her eyes were narrowed when he looked at her again. "'All the other girls'. Holy shit, Bradshaw. Were you some sort of fuckboy in college?"

He leaned back against his pillows again as he groaned, "Basically." He didn't really like thinking about it, because that hadn't been him for a long time now. "Before Sugar."

She took her phone out again, and Bradley desperately wished the pizza would arrive so this conversation could end. But Nat asked, "What was her last name again? I want to know exactly what she looks like."

He whispered the word, loving the feel of it on his tongue as he took his own phone out. He located the picture of him with his arm around your shoulders that Dev took the week before graduation. Your smile was too pretty, and your face was too perfect. There was a reason he had to limit himself, and the onslaught of feelings was proof of why: He wasn't over you yet.

"Here," he muttered, stretching his arm out to hand his phone to Nat, but she gasped as she looked at her own phone.

"She's gorgeous. I found her Instagram account."

"You did?" he asked, launching himself off of the bed and forcefully switching phones with her. She gasped again as she looked at the photo on his phone, but Bradley was too busy staring at the tiny thumbnail of your smiling face. Your account was set to private, but this photo must have been more recent. Your hair was styled differently, and the only thing he could process was that he felt relieved you were posing alone instead of with some other guy. He didn't want to have to put a face to that.

He thought about taking a screenshot and texting it to himself, but he couldn't. He wouldn't. And when Nat asked if he wanted her to send you a friend request, he said absolutely not. "You think I want her to know I still think about her every day? No."

Then she said, "But maybe she still thinks about you." 

Bradley didn't see how that was a possibility.

The pizza finally arrived just then, and Nat stood to go get it. She gave him a cautious hug and said, "I think she would be proud of you." She left him alone with both phones in his hands, and somehow he knew it would be easier to talk about you now if he wanted to.

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It was mind blowing. Three months ago, Chicago was freezing cold and practically encased in ice. Now it was blazing hot to the point that you couldn't get any relief unless you were inside your dorm room. It was Friday, thank goodness. Everyone in your graduate studies group wanted to go out for deep dish pizza tonight, and you had to figure out a way to stop sweating long enough to actually get dressed in something other than the shorts and tank you were wearing now.

You groaned as you carried your computer and textbooks across campus in your backpack. You had the highest grades out of all of the math graduate students, but you still took everything with you everywhere in case you had some extra time to study. But you should have left everything in your room instead on this sweltering day.

The quad was packed with tables and students participating in a career fair, but for some reason, this was where Jared asked you to meet up. Four dates with him, and you still weren't convinced it was a good idea to take things out of the friend zone. Four dates, and you still didn't really want to do anything besides kiss him. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with him, he just wasn't exactly right.

"Hey!" 

As soon as you heard Jared calling out for you, your initial reaction was to hide. You were absolutely going to have to tell him you didn't want to see him anymore, and it mostly made you mad that it would probably disrupt your friend group. 

"Hi," you replied as he squeezed through the crowd to get to you. And then he slipped his sweaty hand in yours, and you actually cringed. Why wasn't this what you wanted? After nearly a year, he wore you down enough that you gave it a try, but this was decidedly bad. Especially since you could picture exactly what you did want.

When you looked up at Jared's face, your gaze drifted to your left. You gasped and dropped his hand immediately. There were recruiters from the Navy. They were wearing flight suits. You caught a glimpse of wavy brown hair and a flash of dark eyes, and you were off.

Jared was calling after you as you fought through the crowd, catching glimpses here and there of broad shoulders and a handsome smile. Oh my god, he was here. Somehow, he was here. Like he'd just climbed out of your dreams and into the University of Chicago campus. 

"Bradley!"

Your voice rang out, but he didn't fully turn your way. You rushed a little faster, no longer caring if you knocked someone into one of the tables. 

"Bradley!"

But you stumbled as you reached the recruiters, and your smile evaporated from your lips. Tears stung at your eyes as he turned to face you, leaving your heart filled with disappointment. 

"Hey, there. I'm Lieutenant Chapman," he said with a grin, and you honestly didn't know how you could have been mistaken. His eyes were hazel, and his hair was too curly, and now you were standing there feeling like you'd just broken your own heart all over again. The disappointment could smother you if you let it.

You nodded and turned away as sweat dripped down your chest and an awful feeling settled into your stomach. You made your way back through the crowd at a much slower pace with no real desire to talk to Jared, but you reached him all too soon.

"What happened?" he asked, grabbing your hand again.

You looked at the ground and tried to hide your tears as he squeezed your hand tighter. "Sorry. I thought I saw an old friend."

He just made an impatient noise and asked, "You ready to go get changed and grab some pizza with everyone else? I thought we could ditch them early and maybe go back to my room and watch a movie? And like hang out... on my bed?"

His voice was distressingly hopeful. You wanted to say no. You knew you should. But you kept your eyes fixed on the ground as you said, "Sounds good," with almost no conviction. You wanted to get past this, so you needed to actually start trying.

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Make it stop hurting. Or don't. I don't know. They must both already know they belong together. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in the rest of this series!

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[meteor752]

(To fix a previous typo) Same person who suggested the angst potential for Manwhore!Odysseus here; I also bet Zeus, Poseidon, etc are highly confused why Oddie hangs out with those Greek deities who dont sleep with him alongside not shaming or judging him for doing what he did.

Zeus: am i the problem? Nah, Oddie needs proper Thunder Bringer discipline

Poseidon: why would Oddie hang out with those…delinquents? What do they see in him?

Hades: (sips his tea while reading his newspaper in front of his siblings argumentative shenanigans)

Persephone: …he is a great guy to talk to i'm not gonna lie

Hera: (grumbles in agreement)

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Telemachus: let me holler you quick yeah? Why do they say you slept with my dad and stuff?

Hermes: (math lady face before realization) you Oddie’s son?

Telemachus: (exasperated) Yes Im Oddie’s Son

Hermes: you talking about Oddie and the beautiful bottom?

Telemachus: YO WHY IS YOU PLAYING AT ME YO

(Hermes later hilariously clarified that they had a sleepover, not any affairs of some sort…maybe idk)

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Aphrodite: (girl talk) damn Athena, how do you get Oddie to hang out with you more often without sleeping with him?

Athena: idk girl, maybe NOT demanding to use his body is one way. I had to take him to Hestia for therapy seven times today thanks to Ares’ recent…activities

Aphrodite: (grimaces from previous bedtime memories)

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Hephaestus: (creates double copies of Oddie to help him to hold off Zeus, Poseidon, etc for a while)

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Artemis: Is my brother Apollo giving you trouble again? Here’s a tree to hide in

Oddie: (thanks her 100 times much to her amused chagrin)

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Demeter: according to Hestia, farm work is a good source of therapy for Oddie. Have to admit, he is a great employee!

1# Employee of Month photo: (Oddie looks like he’s almost sleep-deprived)

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Aeolus: (gives Oddie more backup wind to escape if getting chased)

I heavily disagree on the Ares one, actually, because while yes Ares is absolutely attracted to power, he’s also like, very awkward about that sorta stuff. Mans a switch, but he never takes the lead, he’s usually along for the ride

Now Aphrodite on the other hand, she likes to explore in the bedroom, she a freak.

Ares is into it.

Odysseus? Not so much

[marsi-is-depressed]

Look at the bruise, it’s bad

eleventh doctor x fem reader

No warning, just a minor head injury

The doctor genuinely confused you, more than math itself.  He would congratulate you and be pleasant to you one minute, then rage and vent his displeasure on you the next.

But, of course, you did not keep silent. You shouted back and snapped at him, exactly as he did to you. It was difficult enough trying to defend the Earth from aliens; you didn't need his negative attitude adding to the tension.

There was no reason for him to act like an arsehole when you were assisting him.

A storm was brewing in Doctor's head, unfortunately. He liked you. No, he loved you more than he believed he could love anyone. But he always pushed his feelings away.

He couldn't be sidetracked while attempting to avert an extraterrestrial invasion. He would not allow himself to acknowledge his sentiments to himself; it was not the appropriate moment. Doctor resolved not to inform you until everything was in order, no matter how much he loved you.

Until something happened......

You assisted the Doctor battle one of the cyber-men. When the doctor was struck down, he fell to the floor with a tremendous smack. Before the cyber-man could annihilate him, Doctor leapt up and appeared behind him.

The cyber-man turned around, but the doctor felt worn out and out of energy. You took advantage of the chance to combat the cyber-man, despite the doctor's loud protests, and attacked just before it was ready to blast Doctor.

You sprinted along the hall, gaining speed as you ran up the wall, knocking the cyber down and descending on top of it. Wrapping your arms around its neck, you raise your gold accessories to its neck.

You flipped it over with all of your remaining power. However, before it landed on the floor, you attempted a cartwheel to avoid being dragged down with it.

The single gold ring made little difference as it rose slowly. As you rotated your torso, the cyberman used the chance to sweep his feet under your  legs, sending you falling onto your back, the wind knocked out of you. Before you could sit up, the cyber-man seized your head and forcibly smashed you to the ground.

"No! Y/N!" You heard the doctor exclaim before everything went black.

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"Is she going to be okay?" Amy enquired, her gaze still fixed on you.

Everyone was back in the TARDIS, and your unconscious self lay on a bed.

"Yes, but she's most likely going to have a mild concussion. "Look at the bruise; it's serious." The doctor grimaced slightly.

The bruise on your right temple was becoming dark purple and blue. There was also a wound on it, which was now bandaged.

How could he have allowed this to happen? She may have passed away because of him.

Amy spoke out after noticing the Doctor's silence and the worried expression on his face as he gazed at you.

"Hey, she's strong as hell and will be fine." Amy touched the doctor's shoulder.

Before Amy left, he nodded and gave a small smile.

Even though you appeared serene and lovely while you slept, the doctor couldn't get rid of the feeling that he had failed to keep you safe. He just had one job, and he was incapable of doing it well.

You woke up in your sleep, interrupting his thoughts. Eventually, after a few seconds, you began to open your eyes.

Waves of pain shot through your skull instantly.

In an attempt to relieve the uncomfortable feeling, you clutched the right side of your head and stroked it.

"Doctor." You called out to him in a low voice.

"Yeah, I'm here," he said, grabbing your hand and pushing some hair out of your face.

"I have terrible headache pain." You let out a whine.

When the doctor heard the anguish in your voice, his heart shattered. If he were in your shoes, he would stop at nothing.

"You took a pretty nasty hit, and you have a minor concussion."

He gently raised the glass of water to your lips and assisted you in sitting up.

"I'm grateful." You grinned.

"I apologise."

You had a perplexed look on your face. "For what?"

"You could have died, you nearly died! I was to blame. Rather than merely lying there like a fool, I ought to have assisted you in battling that creature. Frustrated, the doctor ran his hand through his hair.

But, Doctor, I survived. It wasn't your fault, so I'm fine. I was aware of what I was going into. I couldn't leave you to battle him alone. Even if you despise me, I wanted to assist you. Your gaze shifted to your hands.

"I don't hate you," said the doctor, shaking his head. Why would you say that? You look up because of what he said.

"Because you can be so sweet and kind one minute, and then so cold the next."

Finally, the doctor had given up arguing with himself. The mental struggle was finished. He was fully aware of his next course of action.

"Y/N, I can't put into words how I feel. My actions were solely motivated by my love for you. I realise it's a terrible excuse. However, I've liked you for a while, but I wasn't sure how to express it or what to do.

You interrupted him by pressing your lips against his before he could finish his digression. The doctor kissed back after initially being shocked. Both of you had been anticipating this moment since you could remember.

After some while, you withdrew, saying, "I also love you." However, if this is going to work, you will need to improve your ability to communicate your sentiments and emotions.

"I can work with that, coolio." As he put an arm around you, he spoke with an optimistic expression.

You put your head on his chest and sank into the bed. In order to prevent aggravating your injuries, the doctor's chin was gently placed on top of your head.

"So I'll be joining you guys on the next mission, right?" Even though you already knew the answer, you still asked.

"No, sweetheart, you will remain here and take it easy." This time, the doctor encircled you with both arms.

"All right. But only if we consistently act in this manner. He laughed when he saw your sly smile.

"All right, my command is your wish, darling."

[deadly-kalopsia]

writing out my understanding of the batfam ages because i’m bored

i’m basing literally all of this starting around their ages based on tim because that’s literally the only ones i know for sure and it’s easier this way

when tim is first introduced, he’s 13 (for some reason i always think he’s 12 but no, he’s 13) we know that tim was at the circus when dicks parents died when dick was 8. tim was stated to be 3 at the time of the flying graysons death) (i’m aware that in one comic it claims that he was like 7 but that makes literally no fucking sense so i’m ignoring it)

this means that when tim is 3, dick is 8, making dick 5 years older than tim making, meaning that when tim becomes robin dick is 18….which doesn’t really make sense. so let’s loop back to this later.

jason dies when hes 15, around 6 months later, tim introduces himself and has his first technical debut as robin at 13, making their age difference around 2 years. tim is born in july, and jason is born in august, it’s safe to say that their age gap is 2 years and a few months. jason is introduced at age 12 right after dick leaves/gets fired as robin at around age 18/19, making him around 6 years older than jason.

so at this point we have

tim-13 (stated age at first introduction.)

jason- 15/16 (depending on when he dies)

dick- 21/22 (relative to jason, not tim)

back to tim being at the circus at the night of the flying graysons death, if tim is 3, then with dicks age relative to jason, dick would have had to been around 12 at the age of their death, NOT the 8 that was previously stated. this would make dick and tim’s age gap around 9 years. personally, while this messes up the ages stated in the canon i’m referring to, this is probably the best age that i can come up with and still have tim be at the circus and be around toddler age (old enough to remember what happened because of the trauma of it)

bruce is stated to be somewhere between 12-15 years older than dick, meaning that he’s somewhere between 21-24 years older than tim. this means he was around 24-27 when he fosters dick. (personally i meld this to whatever fits what im trying to talk about)

cassandra is assumed to be jason’s age, so we’ll call her also 2 years and some months/3 years older than tim.

when damian is introduced at 9/10 and at the time tim is 16 making their age difference 6-7 years. this is constantly changing due to dcs lack of letting tim age but still aging damian up (damian is 14 right now and as far as i know tim is still 17.)

unfortunately i don’t know very much about duke (which is an absolute tragedy that i will be remedying asap) but im pretty sure he’s 4 years older than damian, making him 2-3 years younger than tim.

alfred is ageless and i don’t care what you say dc, that man is alive.

so for my age differences relative to tim in what im gathering as my current canon (very very loose) we have:

alfred: ageless. (probably around early-mid 70s?)

bruce: 38-42

dick: 26

cass: 19/20

jason: 19/20

tim: 17

duke: 14/15

damian: 10/11

that’s all we have for bruce’s canonically adopted/fostered children (THAT I KNOW OF PLEASE DONT KILL ME)

a couple others that i didn’t include but know, stephanie is a year older than tim, making her 18 to tim’s 17, and like wise, babs is a year older than dick, making her 27 to dicks 26.

i think my math maths but please let me know if it doesn’t, i did it in my head and have not slept.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Michael Gavey - NSFW Alphabet

warning : +18, It's getting steamy under the cut

Info : I needed more of this sweet crunchy bar lover so here we have a alphabet and I loved writing it. As always have fun reading ;)

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A = Aftercare (how they are after sex).

°After sex he is either very very affectionate has his hand on his sweetheart, on her breast, her cheek, her side. He just has to touch her to know that he wasn't dreaming that he actually had her next to him. He kissed her all over while offering her a crunchy bar and his eyes would just light up with love and devotion. Like a sweet golden retriever who just wants to adore her.

°,,You were everything...so wonderful...I love you"

°Or he's the "that never happened" kinda guy who doesn't know what to do with his feelings and it's almost like a scandalous relationship in his eyes. But then he would be rather awkward and wouldn't quite know what to do and lie there like a plank but he would still do the praising.

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B = Bodypart (his favorite part of you and them)

°Michael knows he's not an athlete or a rich kid from a family with not much money. But his shirt and khaki pants had their own style. When it comes to his body, it's next to his genius, which is unrivaled and he loves to show off, to see how he's better than his favorite or the other guy. But if he had to choose it would be his eyes and his silver tongue. He loved to watch his favorite, to pay close attention to her reactions when he slept with her. He also knew that she loved his eyes, she always said that she could see his love for her in his gaze every time. A compliment that made him blush. But especially when it came to the nightly bedtime activities with his favorite, it quickly turned out that his sayings also had action. He knew that even if he suffocated between her thighs, he could satisfy her.

°He loves everything. He loves everything about her, everything. He loved the way she looked at him, the way her emotions showed when he interacted with her, loved and adored her. Her hands that clasped his, stroking his cheek and praising his hair. Her soft, shapely breasts that he loved to massage, putting his hand on them or his face. The sounds of her voice, sometimes praising, sometimes arousing, sometimes warning. Her eyes that reflected his lust when they made love, that he saw light up when he made her compliments. When she did the tasks he gave her correctly. She was perfect...but if he had to choose perfectly, it would be her breasts and thighs. He just loves to see the soft skin pressed against the fabric. A short skirt that showed off her legs, a short top without a bra where her nipples pressed against the fabric. Leaving red stripes and kisses on her sensitive skin, all he had to do was touch her. Michael loved it and loved it just as much to take photos of it without her knowing he was her little personal photographer just to give her these photos as a gift in an album.

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C= Cum (anything to do with cum)

°Michael is a little pervert on the inside of course on the outside he is your sterotypical nerd with a weakness for math. But he would and will do anything to get inside her, of course only if his sweetheart lets him. But his imagination was always there when he jerked off to her picture at night, letting his imagination run wild. He almost came when his beloved allowed him to come inside her, he was completely mesmerized to see the viscous liquid running out of her.

°,,Thank you ma'm...that's-it's-it's just so pretty"

°When it comes to his darling's sperm, he's not above anything. He does everything and would do anything to satisfy her, always going to her center and using his silver tongue as often as his darling wants, of course. But even with cum play he doesn't really have a problem, it's just another erotic thing in the whole picture of eroticism for him.

°,,Can you please come again? Please darling I'll make it good yes?

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

°He was the mysterious stalker who had the obsession with her when she came to university. Suddenly, photos of her always appeared in her room, whether in the middle of a lecture, in the cafeteria or outside. Within a few weeks, however, the initial photos of everyday life turned into erotic photos. A photo of her wrapped only in a towel, her breasts clearly visible while getting dressed. Her underwear and T-shirts were stolen, only for them to reappear a few days later with mysterious stains. Michael had almost built up a small shrine to her in his room. Every day, every afternoon and every evening he stalked her verses just to fuck his cock with her panty in the evening. Until all the stalking suddenly ended when the new student got together with the math nerd who stood by her side with math jokes, roses and new t-shirts?

°He would like to try out a role-playing game somehow. Above all, he can't get rid of the idea of the math professor and his student. He had often helped his darling with his homework, he knew math but he just loved to show off his genius. Having his favorite sitting in front of him at one of the desks just to bend her over it to fuck her over her mistakes just to get her to correct her failures knowing that she had done a sloppy job and she had to do the assignments again.

°,,You made a mess out of it...I guess if you want to get your grade back up you'll have to come to me again"

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

°He doesn't really have any experience apart from his imagination, his hand and his pillow which he has always humped. He has read hundreds of books and articles on the whole subject but has no real experience. He once thought of visiting a prostitute only to change his mind and lock himself back in his room and read more about it all. Inside he was just afraid of not being good enough for his partner.

°But just because he has no experience doesn't mean he doesn't know what to do. As awkward as he may seem at first glance, just so overwhelmed by his sweetheart, it turns out that his sharp tongue that always brings the comments home is a true silver tongue. He completely makes up for his excitement and awkwardness with this one and does it more than well.

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F = Favorite position (without saying you know what it's about)

°Cowgirl = He just loves having you in his complete gaze. Watching his heart move her hips, her hair tousled, her gaze full of arousal, her eyes closed and open at the same time, her hands running over his torso, holding on to him and leaving red streaks of ecstasy. It was an alternation of dominance as she either let go of him completely and he had to move his hips himself or she used her muscles to tease him. Or Michael would simply place his hands on her hips and set the tone, driving it on when she could take no more.

°Oral = Not an obvious position but something Michael especially loves to do is just kneel down under her table, between her thighs on the bed or right in the library behind the many bookshelves. He would do anything because he knows exactly how tempting it is for him and her. Michael loves just holding her, his fingers on her hips, pulling her back against him, hearing the sounds she makes before traveling back by his hair.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? are they funny? etc.)

°Yes Michael is more the serious type which doesn't mean he isn't nervous every time or just overwhelmed by the thought of sleeping with his sweetheart. He just wants everything to be perfect for him and her like a math formula.

°Which doesn't mean he's not cute because his jokes here and there with his sayings make her laugh which lightens the mood and takes the seriousness out of it.

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H = Hair (how shaved is it? Does the trunk match the apple? ect.)

°Not only a math fanatic but also someone who pays attention to tidiness, Michael shaves his hair every time he goes to the shower, which is not every other day. On the other hand, he would give a completely biology and work-based answer if his sweetheart assured him that she didn't care if he shaved or not.

°Upstairs his light brown sometimes street dog blond hair is more of a dark brown when you look down but it doesn't really bother him and his partner either on the contrary it almost looks cute.

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

°Michael is a great romantic, at least when it comes to memorizing and thinking up poems. He has read enough Goethe and Shakespear to know how to flatter a woman. He will adore you, shower his darling with poetic poems and emphasize it with gestures.

°Gestures like kisses, caresses, a light scratching of her skin as a little preview of the little romantic hint of more when he traced the lace of her underwear. Michael Gavey is a little romantic guy who is very keen on this more traditional way of courting and will show up with a rose every time.

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J = Jack off ( mastubation headcanon)

°He was her stalker, of course he would never hurt her, he couldn't. She had him in the palm of her hand without her even knowing it. But initially, before he got her heart, it was like an addiction. On MySpace he had already printed out every photo of her in the bikini theater or any other outfits that even pulled a little skin. He hung them on the wall and the ones that weren't double-sided simply served him as wank templates. He had cds full of her pictures, messages and recordings he had made which he listened to while looking at her picture on his screen, his cock in his hand imagining it was her cunt he was pounding.

°For him, all it took to masturbate was a look from you, a smile, a sagging bra, a short skirt. Michael escaped to the toilet as often as he could during this time to take care of his hardness. He was sure she knew he was doing it, that it only excited him more and that she was just waiting to see him again.

°But even after he gets together with his favorite, he won't be able to get rid of his habits. She still made him hard and this time she was aware of it and loved to use her own hand to tease him this time.

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Kink = (one or more of the kinks)

°Praise kink = Michael even if he knows he is the best needs reassurance in the one thing he is unsure about. Sex. He needs the validation of his favorite, needs to see how good he is when he used his tongue to bring her to orgasm after orgasm. He needs the confirmation that he is good for her his darling when he fucks her his cock is enough.

°,,You are perfect...ah-fuck so good for me my goddess"

°Mommy/Ma'm kink = Initially not wanting to admit that he had something like this, he knew deep inside that he had something like this. That he had two sides, the dominant one where he needed her validation, became her proud plaything and let himself go when she allowed it. As well as the submissive side he loved it when she pulled his hair and just used him because she was allowed to be his mommy's perfect darling.

°,,Ma'm I-I please I'll be good I promise I-I won't come without your permission please mommy"

°Degradation = side degradation is something he and his partner made use of. When she had him under her or he was between her thighs, these nasty side comments were stimulating for both of them. If it wasn't her, then it was Michael who always made his darling blush with his questions and statements.

°,,What's up doll? Mhhh is my schwnaz too much or are you just stupid? Extra stupid for me to discipline you, isn't that right?

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L = Location (favorite place to do it)

°The classic bedroom, at least the one room you all have at your disposal. Which is why it comes down to either his room or that of his favorite. The bed, which is wide enough for both of them, has always been perfect so far. Perfect for riding him so he fucks her in the pillows and sheets and he disappears under the covers to get between her legs.

°The less classic place but his favorite place to study and fuck is the library. The library is big, full of books, tables and chairs, the perfect place to have fun under the tables or in the evenings when no one was there anyway and they had every seat for her. Much to the chagrin of the librarian who suddenly found books on the floor every time.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on)

°Praise = Michael loves to be praised by his ma'm, his goddess, and to be told how good he is, how perfect he feels and how well-behaved he is. It only takes a few words to turn him into a needy pink-cheeked boy.

°,,Say I'm good please? Please ma'm I'm so good"

°Clothes = Michael knows almost every item of his favorite's clothing by heart. He knows every short and long skirt, every t-shirt and top as well as every shirt and dress. He loves it when his heart leaves the first two extra buttons undone to show him which bra he is wearing or not wearing. When he let his fingers wander over the soft fabric just to dive underneath.

°,,Did you put on the extra short skirt for me? Darling I love you"

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N = No (something they wouldn't do, dismissing)

°Threesome/Orgies = Share no. Michael, even if it doesn't look like it, is a pretty jealous person. And something he doesn't like and wouldn't like would be a threesome and/or an orgy. It wouldn't feel good and special to him anymore, he would want to have his sweetheart for himself, the togetherness, the perfection you have developed. He wants to be the one who gets your praise and not someone else.

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O = Oral (preference whether giving or receiving, skill, ect.)

°Michael always wants to give his favorite oral pleasure. He sometimes likes it more than sleeping with her when he can just kiss his way up her legs. He knows that he has a silver tongue knows that his sweetheart can always just use it and he enjoys it. Enjoys it when she pushes him down on his knees, strokes his hair in praise and tells him how good he is when she takes his glasses off his nose and kisses him gently. The smile on her lips made him whimper she was just so beautiful. There was nothing better for him than to serve her through this, because he could be closer to her than ever before and had everything he wanted.

°,,Just let me serve you darling I promise it will be worth it"

°When it comes to getting it, he is a little insecure at first, not because he doesn't want it but because he actually wants it the other way around. His darling kneeling in front of him, she had to tell him a thousand times that it was okay, that she would like to try it. Before the most whimpering and needy sounds escaped him that echoed in the room.

°,,My heart this is-ah fuck god this is unbelievable-I mean you are-fucking unbelievable".

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P = Pace (are they fast and hard? slow and sensitive? etc.)

°Michael will pretty much always go with what his favorite wants. By nature, he can't control himself very well and would rather go for a mix of the two, spoiling her slowly and intimately. Only to fuck her afterwards to pay attention to her words and give her what she wants.

°If his darling wants it differently, he directs her accordingly - it's a game of give and take between the two of them. He gave her what she wanted and she spoiled him with what he was entitled to.

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

°Michael is not the type for quickies, not that he wouldn't do it for his sweetheart, but for him it's something that has no real appeal. He wants to take his time to enjoy the game and not just do everything so quickly. However, if his darling wants it and he has nothing planned, he would try it at least a few times.

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

°Michael only really starts to experiment with his sweetheart when he gets together with her. Before that he only had himself and his fantasies, but with his girlfriend who was just as keen to experiment as he was and they both started to try out all sorts of things together it only sparked the love between them even further.

°Michael would risk everything if it came down to a moment of swearing. Not only would he give everything for her, but he would risk his entire reputation (which he doesn't really have) at the university to try something with her.

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

°Michael can go as long as his sweetheart wants in theory. But when it comes to a romantic evening, two or three rounds are possible if he has eaten his crunchy bar. But if he uses his tongue then the night can go on all the time he doesn't get tired of her pretty body he just wants to give her everything.

°,,One more time? Oh darling, I'll do anything for you"

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T = Toys (do they have toys? do they use them? on their partner or themselves?)

°Blindfold = He loves it when his sweetheart uses the fabric, puts the blindfold on him and he just gives himself to her. When she tells him to get between her thighs and he can only rely on his other senses. Her praise reaches his ears and he just wants to make her feel good even more. He is "at her mercy" and her hands run over his body caressing him, but it can also be the other way around. When he puts the blindfold on her to make her experience with him even better. When he kisses his way down her body and leaves light scratches. It's a night of pampering.

°Paddle/Ruler = The punishment if he was too naughty and didn't listen to his orders then it was time to pull the wood over his body, or he pulled it over her body depending on which of the two wanted what. But apart from hitting and taking care of the red sore skin, they used the toy with the blindfold together. Just more sensations in a more limited field of vision.

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U = Unfair (how they love to tease)

°Michael loves to tease his sweetheart of course this is all just a prelude to the evening but he also knows the more he teases the more his mommy will punish him for it. But when he teases it's usually light touches over her hand up to her breast it's so light it could have never happened. The eyes behind the glasses watching everything, the smirk on his lips when he saw her rubbing her thighs together, trying to get away from him just so he would follow her and not get away from her.

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

°Michael is relatively careful with his volume, especially when it's still daytime and he's always a bit afraid of being discovered. But when they are together in one of the two rooms with the door locked and the curtains closed, he lets out his whimpers, moans and praises. The longer the session between them goes on, the more needy and louder he becomes.

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

°He was completely afraid that his heart would leave him when she found out that he was her stalker. But as he waited with tears in his eyes for a slap or something, the last thing he expected was a gentle touch followed by a tug on his hair strands. It was that evening that they had spent the night

°He would blow all his fuses if he came into his room one day and found his darling there dressed in nothing but his shirts and one of his glasses. It would be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

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X = X-ray (let's look under the clothes)

°Under the dark happy trail when it's not shaved off, it's 16cm/6.29921in long and wide enough for her hand to close around it. The tip is definitely a light pink like his cheeks when he gets nervous. As well as some of the veins that are visible when he's aroused.

°He knows he's enough because even though he's not a top athlete, every time he made love to her her sounds, praise and touch were enough for him to know that his body was enough.

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

°Pretty high. The hand, fantasies and images he had were no longer enough. Which is why he was all the more grateful that he had his darling. Of course he respected her needs and praised her all the more and was all the more grateful when she responded to him, because he often wanted to.

°What usually began as daydreams and thoughts quickly turned into something when she saw the dreamy look on his face. When his glasses slipped slightly and his cheeks turned slightly pink. Before she coaxed what he wanted out of him and they both disappeared into the rooms.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

°Michael Gavey is a precise guy when it comes to times, when he studies and also when he sleeps. He usually falls asleep very quickly, but he will always always always always find time for his darling. He runs his fingers through her hair, takes her hand and kisses her goodnight. He takes time to enjoy even the last moments and make them as pleasant/romantic as possible.

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@ateliefloresdaprimavera , @ria-coolgirl , @valeskafics , @ammo23 , @a-song-of-fire-and-rain , @lady-slytherin-of-tarth , @palomam18

[psyzcraze]

αηgєℓѕ нανє вяσωη нαιя..

characters: Castiel x Ftm!Reader

Genre: Fluff/Slight angst/slightly suggestive?

Cw: Slightly suggestive of the last parts, Reader is of legal age!!! They're married :3, Top surgery scars mentioned! Insecure!reader?

wc:740 words

Author's note: IM BAXK FROM HIATUS GUYS, I'm so glad I finally finished ts, This was requested by a friend of mine irl and it's my first time writing about this guy, ACTUALLY PROOFREAD FOR ONCE ONG. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!!!Dividers here! Masterlist and Rules here!

You, surprisingly and somehow married your angel, history professor, Castiel. He was sweet yet very strict and firm when it came to your school work. And you were a good student and husband to him. Helping him understand humans more.

As of now, It is the day before the final exams for the semester. He is often strict around these times, helping you study and catch up on any possible lessons you may have missed beforehand.

The both of you are currently in your shared home, you were studying your butt off while Castiel was grading projects. You sighed, putting down your pen to rest your hand from writing and studying the key points of the lessons in math.

You looked up as you took a sip of the coffee he had made for you. He was so ethereal with his brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing those glasses you found so pretty on him too! Gosh, he really was distracting you from studying. Although, he was also your motivation to continue on.

Castiel, sensing somebody looking at him, looked up from the project he had just graded.

His gaze softens for a bit as he sees your tired expression. Eyes bags forming under your eyes from the sleepless nights you were studying your ass off.

"What's the matter, my beloved?" Castiel asked as he gently put down the things he was holding and came to sit next to you.

"It's nothing, Cas.. I'm just a bit tired. And sleepy." You yawned as you tried to take another sip of your coffee but was met with Castiel taking the mug from you. "Then please go sleep, my love. I know you want to pass your exams but it's also important for you to rest." He answered back with a concerned tone in his voice.

You groaned as you finally felt the sleeplessness taking a toll on you. Your head was aching really bad and your eyes felt like closing. You just wanted to lay down.

"...Okay, Wake me up tomorrow morning, Kay? Love you.", "I will, love you too." And with that, you let yourself fall asleep on the desk. He chuckled lightly, seeing your peaceful expression as you slept, small snores coming out of your lips.

He gently picked you up and carried you to your shared bedroom. He tucked you under the bed and kissed your lips before saying, "Good night, my beloved."

The exams passed like a whistling wind and the scores were just announced. You passed your exams and got history as your highest. But your math... Was failed. You only got 30% of it.

Tears slightly welled up in your eyes as you felt frustrated by how "stupid" you were for failing at math. Math was the class you had always tried your hardest and bestest to study but somehow always fail. You thought you were finally passing it this sem.

You returned in the solace of your shared home with your lovely husband. Castiel, knowing how down you were immediately did his best to cheer you up.

Giving you massages, cooking your favorite food and saying such sweet comforting words to you. Buu they were all futile. So he went for his last plan to cheer you up.

He then went up to you and gently embraced you as he kissed your neck.

"Shall we?" He asked, waiting for your permission before continuing any further.

Seeing his attempts to cheer you up made you smile. And he never forget to ask for your consent before doing anything. "Of course."

He immediately closed the lights and carried you to bed. After a while, both of you laid on your bed, breathing heavily.

"You did great, my husband." He kissed your lips then your forehead as he cradled your smaller form in his arms. His hands gently run across your top surgery scars.

"You'll pass it eventually, it may not be right now but I'm sure you'll pass your next math exams. I believe in you, okay?" He kissed your head as he kept you close. "Thank you.." was all you could muster up before tears welled up in your eyes. He was incredibly careful and patient with you.. and you sometimes think he deserves much better than you and yet he never fails to reassure you that you are perfectly flawed.

"Let's get you cleaned up." Castiel spoke, carrying you to the bathroom.

©psych0-puppete3r ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

My byler headcanons

Both are HUGE lotr fans (hehe). Will more, but mike would fight you on it.

Both are pretty good at maths and are science nerds

Will has cowritten a dnd campaign with mike at least once. They argued over plot holes and minor details. Maybe to make it funnier they didn't tell dustin and lucas that will actually knew all the plot (cause he helped create it), just revealed towards the end that will the wise had been secretly a spy to the big bad all along (since the beginning, will had been leaving little clues. "Guys we shouldn't do that", *knows things it doesn't really make sense for him to know*, *some of his decisions ended up harming them, oops*). The gasps and feelings of betrayal were genuine.

More of the party than byler, but they all definitely went into the woods behind will's house with plastic swords and pretended to fight. Cmon they 100% did. Bonus if while wearing costumes. Maybe they even recorded themselves if they got ahold of a camera (if Jonathan had one at that point). I keep imagining the party as babies recording themselves. Will is the one carrying the camera (he's the most careful), you have mike saying "today is tuesday, third of June of 1980, and we are going on an adventure" or smth to the camera (which is pretty wobbly), etc. Mike is the one that kept the recordings in his basement. He doesn't watch them, but he can't bring himself to throw them out.

About lotr, again. Will likes Aragorn but he isn't like, obsessed, meanwhile Mike doesn't know if he wants to BE Aragorn or be WITH him.

Mike loves star wars. Will doesn't particularly care about it (he doesn't dislike it, it's more, he enjoys it, he finds it entertaining, but he also thinks it's forgettable).

Will is a film snob, Mike is a book snob.

"Smalltown boy when Mike gets vecna'd" "should I stay or should I go when Mike gets vecna'd" wrong. Sweet Child O' Mine as mike's song when he gets vecnad. It's so byler from mike's pov.

"Gawain is the best knight out of the round table" "I have never in my life heard such an incorrect opinion".

Eachother's moms absolutely love them.

They hung out at castle byers, a lot. Also mike’s basement.

Mike never apologized for the "it's not my fault you don't like girls", mostly cause 1) he didn't mean it like that, and didn't think will took it that way and 2) when his parents get mad (at each other or at his sisters and him) they never apologize afterwards, just ignore it. That's what mike's used to. Will kinda wishes he did apologise, but he also doesn't want to bring it up again. At least before they started dating. That doesn’t take away from the fact that he hurt him, but he know fully understands he didn’t mean it like that.

Mike is also a star trek fan, will has watched some episodes out of pure love, cause he finds it SO boring.

Mike has read SO many epic poems and medieval fantasy novels it's insane.

So many sleepovers as kids, specially when Lonnie was still around. Will slept at the wheeler's once a week at LEAST.

Notice how will barely rides his bike after s1? Mike rides, and will sits behind.

Will is so intrigued about mike's relationship with nancy, and so is mike about will's with jonathan. "You guys don't even act like brothers but like friends!!" "What do you mean you don't know what books Nancy reads? She doesn't give you recommendations and talks with you about them?"

Jonathan babysat mike, 100%. When his family had to go and he was younger, they called Jonathan to babysit and paid him like 10 dollars (they called Jonathan cause they knew he was a responsible kid, and he was also Joyce's son so way better than a stranger). Will has also 100% babysat holly. Same reasons as Jonathan, responsible and familiar,

Nancy is like, intimidated by Will, a little. Listen, he's her boyfriend's beloved brother so she really wants him to like her + she just can't figure him out. Between will's quiet nature and all that happened regarding the upside down and him that they still have no idea about (how did will survive so long? What happened to him there (he never talks about it)? How did he communicate with the lights? Why him?) he's just an enigma to her. Will on the other hand is pretty comfortable around her, he has known her most of his life and thinks she's pretty cool. When Nancy saw will knew how to use a gun she thought she found an opportunity to bond with him and began talking to him a little. Will was wobbly out of lack of practice, "keep your aim straighter and firmer" “...okay". Nancy's nervousness around Will was taken from this fic Imao.

Jonathan and Mike have a pretty stable relationship. No, Jonathan doesn't hate mike, he just looks at him and sees a little kid trying to act older that his age and hopes he stops soon. Mike trusts Jonathan so much, like, they could be in a life or death situation but as long as Jonathan is there he feels safer, Jonathan will handle it, there's nothing to worry about. Mike also hates Steve. When he found out Jonathan beat him up once (and won!) his respect for him multiplied four times.

Will learnt morse code after s1, because he was afraid he would get kidnapped again. If that was the case, his mom wouldn't need to write the alphabet on the wall, he would be able to properly communicate through the lights with morse code. Mike doesn't know this.

Will was NOT thrilled about living with el after s3 at first Imao. He grew to like her but the first weeks were rough. He didn't hate her, not at all, he just didn't really know her much and was jealous of her (and her relationship with Mike).

"What if they are talking about me right now?" Mike, about Will and El, after they moved to cali. They are not talking about him.

Max hangs out with Will in his room, Mike really doesn't get it.

Will likes cuddles, and Mike is super clingy.

Robin enjoys annoying Mike so much she finds it so funny. Mike reminds her a lot of Nancy, and he has got such a judgy stare, she loves to provoke him. She thinks he's a nice kid, a little nervous, with eyes she can sometimes recognize (since she wore them too). She asks Nancy about him, Nancy finds herself unable to answer specific questions due to lack of knowledge, and frowns and presses her lips together. Robin notices similar gestures between both siblings, and the same nail biting habit. He seems a bit sad, and Robin doesn't know what to do with that.

With Will she vibes, she feels a bit bad for him after learning about all that happened (Will can tell, he hates it) and he also reminds her a bit of herself, she was quieter in high school, more drawn to herself. Sure, she wasn't fighting monsters neither did she have more than 1 friend but still, something felt familiar (eventually she learnt another similitude they had, she began talking about girls and such around Will without fear. Will didn't know how to react at first, robin did it on purpose, to show him "see, l'm talking normally, you can aswell, I'm not saying anything wrong". Will likes her. She was energetic and funny and a bit strange, it felt weird to find someone else, and he could see something closed in her eves every once in a while, a secret, a locked door. Will decided they were more alike that he thought). They bonded over cinema and shared movie and music recs. She puts her arm around his shoulders a lot.

Horrible runners, both of them. They can run in life or death situations, but don't ask them to run in a race cause they'Il die after 3 steps.

All the party falls asleep on each other since forever, including mike and will.

No pet names, unless you include "dude"

They were each other's first kiss, and I really do believe that.

Will definitely makes fun of Mike for not smiling in photos.

Mike never calls Will William, but Will does call him Michael sometimes (he's the only out out of the party allowed to because Mike hates it, however Will told him years ago that he like the way Michael sounded like, so Mike relented)

As kids, their tables were next to the other's in class, if they weren't allowed to be in pairs, it slowly became a game of "how closer we can slowly get our tables to be before the teacher notices".

(Baby byler) I think that as far as mike's friends go, Will might be Ted's favorite. Sure, he makes subtle homophobic comments (you see Michael, see what happens) but like, Will is a quiet, clean kid who can take his cue to leave (unlike Dustin) and who, instead of making mike more agitated (he was definitely a kid with lots of energy), manages to somehow calm him down. Hell, he barely even notices he's home anymore, and that's if he is, sometimes they're out in the woods or god knows where. Finally some quiet.

[girlscoutbrownies]

sbg headcanons!

(i had to put a title because it keeps just showing up as “aiden” in my notifs)

some of my favourite school bus graveyard headcanons! (in celebration of 101 followers) some are mine, some belong to other people that i’ve taken as well

these got really, really long so ill split it into two parts: aiden, tyler, and taylor for this post and ashlyn, ben, and logan will be in the next

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aiden

(bit of a tw for disassociation around the end)

- uses he/any pronouns, he mostly doesn’t give a fuck. also doesn’t care if you stick to he/him because he likes it. he also tries out mirror pronouns every once in a while and flipflops between any

- unlabelled energy. also doesn’t care abt that type of stuff, but he’s asexual and it takes him a while to grow feelings. he’s afraid of letting people close to him but it really doesn’t matter to him, not that much. he’s pretty apathetic about it

- generally smells like shittily applied cedarwood cologne. it’s one of those cheap drugstore brands and sometimes he forgets to apply it in the morning, and he doesn’t spray it very well. also smells like grass sometimes

- his favourite subject is psychology/maths/anything logic based (he likes those puzzles). growing up with his bitchass karen mom who probably twisted all the words he said, he doesn’t like cryptic or vague language or poetry (english class) because it reminds him of her. in math, there’s only one answer. in english, there’s hundreds. also the words swim on the paper and he finds it hard to focus

- he has his ears pierced. he begged his parents to take him to an ear piercing studio they just ended up taking him to claire’s but he was still so happy about it

- he BEGGED for a dog or a pet when he was very little but eventually stopped at some point. he asked for stuffed animals and never got any because “it would be too hard to keep track of when we’re moving and you would lose them and get sad” and he’s still very upset about it. used to hug like three pillows when he slept

- he was told they were settling down in georgia and now his current room has millions of stuffed animals i will not hear any arguments about this

- he’s a kicker in his sleep (when he gets any). he kicks plushies off his bed like all the time, he’s not apologetic though he’s just like “oh shit”

- worst and best guy to have a sleepover with. super clingy

- he knows very few actual life skills other than operating a microwave for frozen meals because he largely grew up alone without his parental figures in his life. ashlyn and tyler eventually teach him how to cook

- his growth is stunted bc of that period in his life and he’s short like ashlyn

- he is a HORRIBLE gossip addict. they’ll be sitting at the lunch table eating in silence and he drops “did you hear that samantha’s parents are divorced and madison dropped her bc samantha’s mom doesn’t drive them to the mall anymore” like HUH WHERE DID YOU HEAR THIS?

- he gets school lunch and very rarely (if ever) brings lunch from home. sometimes ben makes him lunches

- plays with his food (this is canon) but he makes storylines out of whatever he does its like his personal roman empire

- big fan of extreme foods (spicy, sour, etc) ((he grew up eating plain ramen)) and loves weird food combinations. everyone always makes weird faces at him when theyre at the mall and he orders weird shit

- he doesn’t know proper meal etiquette until someone has to tell him, his parents didn’t teach him anything (I HATE THEM)

- he’s a really bad cook like ben because he always ends up getting distracted, and somehow manages to skip over steps in the recipes.

- he probably likes cooking shows though and is like “yeah i could do that” (he can’t do that)

- the first time someone (tyler) made aiden a homecooked meal he started cry laughing (it was mostly crying) (nobody talks about it)

- the few times his mom has made him meals whenever she’s home they’re really bad. they don’t taste anything like home, but he didn’t know what home tasted like so he just cried. his mom thought it was because of how good it was (it wasn’t) and he just cried harder

- he dislikes bitter flavours, especially like, orange juice that you make from scratch but you don’t put any sugar in it (it’s because his mom once tried to make homemade orange juice/lemonade to feel more like a “real mom” and it was horrible

- he’ll still eat bitter food though he just wouldn’t like it that much

- likes crunchy food or food that pops in your mouth (poprocks) bc he thinks its cool

- probably needs glasses from how long he’s spent staring at screens (his backstory)

- the one thing his parents consistently did as a kid was take him to his doctors appointments so he has stellar teeth

- he’s fit and fairly athletic (jumping off walls and all) but he doesn’t play sports because he just. isn’t interested in any of it. he tries everything but nothing really sticks that much

- he eats his greens but probably wouldn’t care much for the healthy vegan lifestyle, not that much of a picky eater (this part is canon)

- his favourite holiday is halloween because 1. candy (which he didn’t get much as a kid unless he specifically asked for it or ben brought it over) and 2. he loves dressing up it’s so fun to him

- understimulation is the BANE of his existence he genuinely wants to tear out his own hair every time he gets like that. gets really irritated

- he disassociates a lot, generally experiences a lot of derealization. he doesn’t feel like he’s in his own body sometimes

- insomniac

- chases thrills so that he can “feel” something. doesn’t care if it hurts him or not, because at least then he’ll remember he’s a real person and that his life matters

- really bad at telling when people are lying/are irritated with him. he just keeps pushing until they explode

- good with secrets (his own) but isn’t good at deflecting if asked about someone else’s. he’s just like “ummm. would u look over there. a bird!”

- runs really fast, he wakes up early in the morning to take a walk around the neighborhood. he sometimes encounters tyler if he happens to go into his city (which is often, because he doesn’t like being in his house)

- his house is always really cold, which is why he tends to run really warm (his body is compensating). he knows how to turn the ac off, but it always ends up turning back on in the middle of the night

- he grew up learning The Gifted Child instrument; the piano. he dislikes classical music (he says it’s boring but it’s because of this). he also almost got forced to learn the violin but he once practiced so hard his fingers started bleeding which is how he got out of it

- likes verbal validation bc his parents never told him they were proud of him

taylor

- she/they cis demigirl, gets a bit upset at being misgendered though (people think she’s the transfem twin because tyler passes really well)

- bisexual fem pref

- decorates her locker for almost every occasion. halloween, christmas, easter, birthdays. also decorates other people’s lockers for their birthdays before school starts with sticky notes

- has tons of stuff in her locker (except food because tyler won’t let her) just in case anyone needs anything but she’s not very organized so she doesn’t know where anything is

- because of this she’s one of those people that barely makes it to the door before the bell rings but she’s trying to fix that habit

- enjoys crime documentaries/true crime, horror stuff. used to make tyler watch with her but his anxiety gets really bad and he started getting paranoid

- adores christmas bc it’s a family holiday she makes tyler and her mom homemade gifts every year

- loves dogs with every bone in her body she asks santa for one every year but alas. tyler always has to write “a letter from santa” back saying they ran out of dogs at the north pole

- uses emoticons like “:D :] :3” all the time when she types, downloaded a bunch of sticker packs too. especially cat ones

- had her future all planned out as a kid and told her dad she’d be a mechanical engineer and build trains and rockets to bring him places when he started getting really sick and couldn’t move anymore

- her hair is actually kind of dry (compared to aiden’s or ashlyn’s) because they couldn’t afford great shampoo or anything

- has an ehh skincare routine and doesn’t care much for her fashion sense, just wears whatever’s comfortable

- knows a lot of random facts as conversation starters, she’s surprisingly good at small talk ( + comforting people)

- gossips with aiden aallll the time bc she’s super sociable and knows lots of people who tell her secrets. she doesn’t tell any of the important ones but just little drama things

- her and aiden are bffs

- really likes kids because they’re funny, she has a big imagination like them so it’s easy for her to play with them

- she’s a swiftie and whenever someone asks her if she likes taylor swift as a joke bc of her name she says “i like all music!” (she loves tswift)

- really likes sweets over most types of food, she’s healing her inner child guys

- has always ALWAYS wanted to go to a circus/carnival/festival when she was younger, but they couldn’t afford tickets. she still has that dream but she obviously has bigger priorities now…

tyler

- transmale he/him

- doesn’t care that much about dating, he actually doesn’t think about it that much until he meets The Gang. he always too busy taking care of his family to bother with relationships

- dislikes heavy meals, eats in small portions. it’s a habit

- used to be a picky eater but isn’t anymore, when he was younger they struggled to put food on the table so

- he’s like tigris from ballad of songbirds and snakes; when he prepared food for the family he’d eat bits and pieces of it while cooking. eats raw meat sometimes but once got sick from it so never again because he doesn’t want people taking care of him

- he HATES being sick. HATES HATES HATES it, hates having to burden people

- stress cooks because he likes having things to do with his hands. he also runs laps/paces around when he’s stressed

- runs his hands through his hair so it’s always messy

- he doesn’t bother combing his hair unless it’s for a special occasion like the first day of school, he just doesn’t care that much

- gets up early like aiden to keep up his physical fitness, doesn’t stray far though because his mom wakes up around the same time he does

- is VERY punctual. will be furious if someone makes plans and then is late. always arrives somewhere like, fifteen minutes early. he’s trying to break taylor’s habit of being late

- occasionally scolds taylor about how messy her locker is

- is extremely (and kind of scarily) meticulous. clean backpack, clean locker, clean room. it’s a habit

- book smart and figures things out pretty easily. he has an internal computer inside his head i swear. latches onto concepts very quickly

- likes math because he’s good at memorizing concepts but biology is his worst enemy, he gets queasy very easily

- motion sickness

- doesn’t actually have a set plan for the future, other than “help his family.” will probably do something related to sports (sports scholarship) or will do something math/analytical related

- spams people when they don’t respond to him but quits eventually (semicanon)

- has some sort of separation anxiety i swear he does

- keeps every single promise he makes because he hates broken promises (his dad told him he’d be fine and out of the hospital soon), he also doesn’t make a lot of promises

- dislikes nicknames like “champ” and “buddy”

- he’s ambidextrous

- he always seems to be like, tense? can’t relax at all. it might be because of his anxiety (HE HAS ANXIETY)

- only ever relaxes if he’s at home

- rarely watches television, he says it’s a waste of time (he always gets distracted and gets up and goes to do something else) he can leave it in the background though

- i think he has chronic pain, i don’t know where but i just think he does. everything just aches sometimes and he’s so young fuck life

- he’s okay with kids like his sister, not as good as her but he’ll take care of them (habit x37362828) he’d probably say everything really monotone though “there’s santa claus, wow.”

- he and taylor both have a pretty strong southern accent from living in middle of nowhere georgia (i think someone made an art post on this a while back :D)

- is really bad at video games because he gets frustrated easily

- he grinds his teeth when he sleeps and has jaw pain what a loser