#also. i literally don't use she/her for him in any other way than just playful banter unlike some freaks on the bird app i s2g some of y'all

[lydscare]

Hi! Could you make a preferences/hc of the pro/hoo characters how they cuddle and/or sleep with there s/o?

cuddling hcs with pjo/hoo characters

a/n: these kinda went into general pda hcs, but hopefully it's still good tho

warnings: possible hints of angst + trama, cause who dosen't have it :')

reader tends to be gender-neutral //  my masterlist

annabeth

i feel like when cuddling w/ annabeth that there's not really a big spoon or little spoon posistion

it's mainly just your arms wrapped around each other, just a tangle of arms and limbs

dosen't really hug you too much in public but always needs a goodbye hug from you before you go somewhere

she also likes acting out as your pillow with you head on her chest/lap (she probably reads you a book too :))

bianca

her hugs are really comforting and warm

she always knows when you need one

she can just tell

she's memorized your body language to a t

might whisper some comforting words here and there

could make any surface feel soft when her arms are wrapped around you

calypso

i think she likes to be held more than to hold someone

she can hold you tho, and she's great at comforting you

likes to hum or sing you little songs and melodies

she likes when you play with her braid too

overall good experience

clarisse

i feel like she gives good bear hugs

she has some meatystrong arms so her hugs are kinda firm, like she's reminding you that she's there and no one can hurt you

her hugs are also surprisingly warm so they're extra comforting

connor

connor's hugs are a little more firm then travis's but still all the more comforting

he likes taking his time with hugging and cuddling

he likes spinning you around too when he gets excited

travis

travis hugs are very playful and warm

likes to come up from behind and give you a surprise hug

also moves around a bit when cuddling but it's fine, he just wants to get in a comfy position :))

also loves spinning you around

ethan

i kinda feel like he's a side hugger

so not too big on cuddling

he's not exactly avoidant of pda but he's not looking for it

might put his arm around you every once in a while

when cuddling he likes to be the big spoon, he finally feels like he can be of use and protect you from the cruel world :')

frank

gives the best bear hugs (both literally and metamorphically)

at first he's pretty awkward w/ hugging but grows to love it

he can shapeshift into just about any animal to have a different cuddling arrangement

one day you're being snuggled by a dragon, who's wrapped protectively around you, and the next you're holding a cute lil labrador puppy in your hands

needless to say it's an overall wholesome expierence :)

grover

the first time you hugged him, poor goat bby didn't know what to do

like where is he supposed to put his hands??

but after a while gets used to them

not to big of a hugger but enjoys it

has to get over the awkwardness of it at first tho

but afterwards enjoys it

just never sneak up on him

hazel

i don't know how else to describe her hugs other than sweet

her hugs are super comforting and grounding

just sneak up on her and give her a surprise back hug

she lets out the cutest giggle whenever you do it :')

even though she probably heard you coming

always wants to make sure you're comforting when cuddling, she dosen't want to overstep any boundaries of yours so

jason

not exactly looking for cuddles or pda in general, but he's not going to hate affections either

he'll most likely be wanting cudddles after a long day of praetor duties, helping at chb, or school

he won't want anything else, just to be held by you for a few good long minutes

with that being said however, he is more of a big spoon type of guy

leo

he's like a human furnace

always super hot warm

very comforting and cozy

he loves snuggling

in general he's a very touchy person so a arm's usually always around you

loves holding you

after a long day of working on little trinkets and fixing up things he likes to be held by you (arms around your waist, face on your shoulder)

play w/ his hair pleaseee it's very soothing

luke

sturdy?

he has some pretty strong arms so his hugs are a bit firmer than he'd honestly prefer

likes to put his hands around your waist with your hands placed over his

also he likes when you just play with his fingers or stroke his arms lovingly

((also has a really good grip

nico

he isn't much of a hugger, to other people anyways

but with you, he practically craves your touch

it always has to be in a closed off space tho

he's not the biggest fan of pda, but alone with you,,

he practically clings onto you like a lil koala bear

loves wrapping his arms around your waist and burrying his face in your neck

he just needs someone to touch every once in a while to keep him grounded :')

side note: he is pretty cold, like ALL the time so ye

percy

percy the pillow jkjk

fr tho, he likes just placing his head on your chest as his arms around your waist when cuddling

also is a fan of getting his hair played with

he goes back n forth between lil spoon and big spoon

he also just finds your presence itself very comforting

and your smell

goes to sleep with the biggest grin on his face

piper

another hummer

she likes it when you braid her hair

she also like brushing her nails through your hair and scratching at your scalp

she likes holding you more than being held

can be very comforting

a quick hug from her also brings a great feeling

rachel

appreciates signs of pda in general

enjoys holding you and playing w/ your hair

can just walk up to you, give you a hug and walk away randomly

she is moreover a quality time person sooo

reyna

not really a hugger tbh

she has lots of walls built up sooo

she's also not much of a physical person

but she might be good with a hug or two after a long day

if she were to cuddle she'd be pretty stiff at first and need to ease her way into it

thalia

likes wrapping her arms around your neck and just looking at you with so much adoration in her eyes

she really likes being held from behind when sharing a bed

also likes to play with your fingers

will

his hugs are so warm and comforting (obvs)

i feel like he'd be the type to just be gossiping w/ you while you two are tangled together, he's playing with your fingers and all but still has your undivided attention

probably majority of the time os the big spoon but would like being the little spoon on especially hard and stressful days

zoë

as much as i looove zoë, i don't think she is much of a hugger :'(

she's very stiff at first bc she isn't really used to soft touches or touching in general

but then eventually relaxes and will end up not wanting you to leave her

she likes when you play with her hair

she can give good back rubs

she proably will end up being the little spoon on most days tho

also gets tired and ends up wanting cuddles

it helps give her a space of calmness after a long day out hunting

it's soothing

[holybibly]

I would literally read every and any story, snippet, dribble you write about wooyoung 🥺

Oh Woo, I have so many stories for him in my drafts. He still tries his best to drive me crazy. I think my next full-length work will be for him or for Woohwa.

You know, bunnies, lately I can't help but think of the feisty, filthy rich, spoiled heirs of Slytherin Woohwa.

Imagine that from your very first year at Hogwarts, they chose you as their victim, and it didn't help that you were also a Slytherin. Day after day, they tormented you, hiding your books, ruining your hair, and teasing and laughing at cute little nerd like you. As you grew older, their jibes and jokes became ruder and meaner, and more often than not, personal.

You practically stopped spending evenings in the common room because it all ended with Wooyoung hovering over you, not letting you get up, while Hwa stood next to you, playing with your hair and saying nasty things to you. I think they also laughed at the fact that no guy would want to fuck a girl like you.

Their actions and jokes started to cross all boundaries, but unfortunately, there was nothing you could do about it. Hwa has always been more aggressive, preferring to attack you openly, pressing his sensual, plump lips to your ear, be it in the middle of a corridor or a lesson, whispering the most vulgar and dirty things, and then saying something like, "It's a pity that it would never happen to such an ugly person like you.".

Wooyoung, on the other hand, is seductive and playful by nature and will always come into your room after a shower, lie on your bed in just a towel, and tease you in every way possible, maybe even playing with his dick under the towel. 

They raise the temperature of forbidden and cruel things with every word and action.

It gets to the point where you come back from class one night and find Seonghwa in your bedroom, eating some girl right on your bed. And that bastard has the nerve to invite you to watch: "You can stay; you don't bother us at all, and she's got a nice cunt, don't you think? It would be a pity if I were the only one to enjoy this view."

And imagine how quickly the tables turn when they find you in the prefects' bathroom one night. They have no idea that underneath all those shapeless robes and jumpers, you have an amazing body with gorgeous tits and a juicy, plump ass.

You will feel the change in them immediately when you see the darkness in their eyes and the dirty, lecherous grin that appears on their lips. But despite their open desire for you, if you could judge by the way their members tensed, straining the fabric of their trousers, they would blame you for that too.

"How dare you hide your beautiful body from us, little "Miss Ideal"? Don't you know that everything here belongs to us, and everything that's yours belongs to us? Including you." Seonghwa hisses angrily, and you can hear the slight hiss of Parseltongue that always comes out when he's excited or angry, and you're not quite sure which of the two suits you at the moment.

"Oh, Hwa, I think we should remind her of that. Maybe when she gets pregnant with our heirs, it will be a good reminder for her." Wooyoung remarks playfully as he loosens the tie around his neck. Even from where you are, you can see the veins in his neck tense and pulsate.

It's hard to concentrate, especially with their hungry eyes staring at your body as if they want to eat you alive, although maybe that's exactly what they want.

"What are the chances of you two leaving me alone and getting out of here?" You exhale tiredly, sinking deeper into the water.

"I think..." Woo mumbles, tossing his tie aside and starting to unbutton his white shirt.

"Zero percent," Seonghwa's silky voice suddenly rings in your ear as his hot breath brushes your skin.

"Fuck!" You jerk in fear and try to pull away, but his graceful, long fingers dig into your shoulders and hold you in place.

"That's what we're going to do, darling." Wooyoung laughs wildly, throwing his head back, and because of that, his unbuttoned shirt slides off his smooth shoulder. Seonghwa's laughter echoes in perfect harmony with Woo, and you sigh again, realising that the famous duo won't let you go so easily.

[s0urw00lf]

Hii, I would like to request a Derek Morgan angst/fluff imagine

Like she sees him with another women and thinks he’s with that women and she’s heartbroken. So her and Spencer (because why would Spence miss out on messing with Derek) come up with a plan to make him jealous. So she and spencer pretend to be together, yk hugging each other and being touchy when everyone is around and so Derek finally confronts her like “so when we’re you going to tell me about you and spencer.” You can make up the rest but that’s basically it!

Two can play that game

Pairing: Derek Morgan x reader, Spencer Reid x platonic!reader

Summary: Derek cant keep himself from seeing other women (or so you thought) so with the help of spence you give him a taste of his own medicine

Warning: Derek is a man whore, Spencer is a sweetheart, the literal tiniest bit of angst.

AN: whoever requested this I love you. When I read your request I was so excited to start it.

You knew Derek Morgan was a… lady’s man, to put it lightly, which is why he made it so easy for you to fall for him. He was good-looking and a natural flirt but also a protective sweetheart who cared more about the people he loved than anything else. So when he walked into the BAU headquarters with a pretty woman at his side your heart nearly dropped. It wasn’t one of his sisters or his mother so who was she? They seemed to be in a pretty serious conversation, one that you couldn’t hear.

The two of you had been more involved than not, but you weren’t dating much to your dismay, so that meant technically he could still lay with any woman he wanted to and you guess he did.

You hadn’t realized you were staring until a hand waved in front of your face. “You okay?” You looked up to see Spencer holding a coffee in his hand, you’d forgotten that you asked him to make you one when he went to make his. “Do you know her?” You asked nodding your head to where Derek and the unknown lady stood. He looked over tilting his head. “I can't say I do no” he replied with a frown. He turned back to you “Why did something happen?” He asked. You sighed leaning back in your chair and grabbing your coffee from his hand as you did so.

Spencer wasn’t good at social cues, but it didn’t take a lot for him to see that you were jealous, the way you intently watched Derek and the mystery woman with creased brows and an unmistakable frown that only made its way to your face when the situation involved Derek. “Are you jealous?” Spencer asks quietly, tilting his head in question. You almost choked on your coffee at the question. “Sorry, what?” You quickly asked, clearing your throat. “No, I'm not I'm just… curious” you finished with a tight-lipped smile. “Oh she’s jealous,” Penelope spoke from behind you.

You whipped your head towards her “Seriously pen?” You hissed. She shrugged while sipping her coffee “Not like you're trying to hide it, even Reid picked up on it” she said with a playful smirk, gesturing to the curly-headed man standing next to you, he looked offended at the statement. “Okay so what, maybe I'm the tiniest bit jealous.” You muttered, looking back at Derek and the woman. “So, make him jealous,” Penelope said, dragging out the ‘so’. “And how do you suppose I do that?” You asked, leaning back in your chair. “Very simply, use Spencer,” she said casually.

Both you and Spencer turned toward her, “Think about it, as much as he wouldn’t admit it, Spencer is kinda like his best friend, other than me obviously. And there’s no doubt he's attracted to you” she said. You thought about it, looking at Spencer who shrugged “I don't mind” he said. So you nodded, agreeing to her plan. Penelope squealed in excitement, “This is so going to backfire on me but if it means you two finally get together I am completely okay with that” she said. Just then, Pen's face dropped and she urgently whispered “he's coming, Spencer be natural and not so well… you.” She said before scurrying off in her hot pink kitten heels.

Derek approached you and Spencer, eyeing the scurrying blonde, “what was that about” he asked with a raised eyebrow pointing to Penelope’s office. You and Spencer looked at each other and shrugged “No idea” Spencer answered. Derek didn’t look convinced but decided against saying anything. Then Spencer placed an arm over your shoulder, “We should get to work, I'll see you later hmm?” He asked, you were surprised at how naturally it came out but didn’t let it show. Smiling you nodded with a quiet ‘yeah’ playing into your part. Derek's brows raised even more at the interaction, he didn’t seem pleased with it. “Wanna tell me what that was about?” He asked, tone a little deeper than usual.

You held back a smirk and let a confused look consume your features “What?” You asked. He pointed between you and Spencer who had just sat down at his desk “There something goin’ on between you two” he asked skeptically. You huffed a laugh “C’mon Derek you know better than that” you said purposefully sounding unconvincing. His expression hardened, giving you and Spencer a look before walking off.

Penelope's plan was officially in action and you and Spencer were playing your parts perfectly. As the day progressed the two of you got more and more into it. Hugging, whispering, even going as far as holding hands. And it went on for days, the team could feel the tension radiating between the three of you.

“I don't think I can do this much longer, he looks like he wants to murder me every time he lays his eyes on me” Spencer whispered to you as he walked you to your desk. You laughed “I can see that, don't worry he'll break soon. I can feel it,” you said, and even right there, and then you could feel Derek’s glare from his desk.

Derek's final straw had been when the team got a new case and instead of sitting in your usual spot, you sat next to decided to sit with Spencer. So when you landed Hotch assigned you and Derek the task of talking to the victim's parents. The tension in the car was unmistakable. You were holding your breath, waiting for the moment he decided to say something. You didn’t have to wait very long because about three minutes into the car ride he started “So something is going on with you and Reid” he said with an even tone. “No, I told you that already” you replied, matching his tone. he scoffed “So this past week with the giggling, hugging, and secrets, you're still telling me nothing is going on” he pushed. You smiled “If I didn’t know any better Derek Morgan I'd say you sound a little jealous,” you said teasingly. He took his sunglasses off, keeping his eyes focused on the road “I just want to know the truth” he sighed.

You frowned slightly. “Derek nothing going on between Spencer and I,” you told him honestly. “But,” you said, making him tense. You tried not to let him see the smile growing on your face “We did exceed our plan” you laughed. His face morphed into confusion “What are you talking about?” He asked “Well… we kinda came up with a plan to make you jealous and it worked very well,” you said dragging out the ‘well’. He looked as if he was processing the information before he let out a laugh “So you mean to tell me this whole week has been a big joke” he asked. You nodded, humming a ‘mhm’ with a smirk. “Oh y’all play dirty,” he said. You laughed even louder “Oh yes we do” you confirmed. He nodded “Alright I'll give it to you, but what made you do it anyway?” He asked. Your smile dropped at his question “You're a profiler, I'm sure you can figure it out” you said, turning to look at him.

You watched the gears turning in his head, and then you could see the answer dawned on him. “This about last Tuesday?” He questioned. You nodded “Right in the net Derek Morgan” you answered. “Now it was his turn to laugh “Baby girl, you tellin’ me you did all this because of my cousin?” He asked. You frowned in confusion turning your whole body to face him. “Cousin? That’s who she was?” You asked. He laughed, giving you a nod “Yes she was arranging for a family dinner, wouldn’t leave ‘till she had a date to set” he clarified. Your face burned and you wished you could crawl out of your skin. “I thought you slept with her.” You muttered embarrassed. He laughed extra loud at this “You should know there ain’t nobody else for me but you miss thing” he smiled.

“I- you-“ you stuttered but he cut you off “I’ve been waiting for the right time to ask you,” he said. You sighed, sinking into your seat. He stopped in the driveway of the victim's home and grabbed your hand “Come on, pretty mama let me see that pretty face” he teased. You sat up looking at him “How about this, after this case is over I'll take you on a date and we can go from there.” He said. You nodded in agreement he smiled giving you a quick pack on the lips. “Now come on mama, let's go talk to these parents,” he said exiting the car.

[radiant-reid]

hopping on the hot wife bandwagon… can you reason a blurb of when it’s y/n and spencer’s wedding day and while they’re having dinner the team finally decided to ask the question they’ve been dying to ask forever, “so how the hell did you to get together?” and they all found out little spencer is actually smooth and flirty

yessss. also this is meant to have the same vibe as JJ's wedding

HIM ^^ always him

Sitting around a large table in Rossi's backyard with the BAU family is exactly where she wants to be for her first meal being married to the love of her life. It's peaceful, personal and nice to see all of her husband's colleagues relaxed for once.

Spencer's as perfect as the day they met, hair parted down the middle and held in place with gel rather than curls messy on top of his head. A thing that's never changed is how in awe of her he is, speechless whenever he looks at her for too long and constantly wondering how he'd ended up with everything he ever wanted sitting next to him.

"You doing okay, handsome?" She whispers, touching his shoulder as she leans over.

He's literally never been better. "Yeah, of course."

"No regret yet?" She jokes.

Spencer grins widely, shaking his head. "Never."

Before they can continue having their moment of intimacy, Emily draws their attention away from each other. "So I've got to know, how did Spencer actually manage to get with someone as hot as you?" She's definitely had a few too many, judging by her slurred speech and bluntness, but the team can't deny they're all thinking it. "No offense, Spence. She is way out of your league, though."

He scoffs playfully. "Thanks." He knows it's true, too, no one has the warm glow and gorgeousness that she has, but he's more than reassured that she's only in love with him.

"Tell us the story." Penelope insists also.

Y/n frowns. "I'm not sure there's much to tell." She admits. It had been one of the best days of her life, of course, but it was also probably the most ordinary day she'd ever had in her time knowing Spencer Reid.

"There's got to be something." JJ tries to nudge her to spill because none of them can imagine how it happened.

"Well, it was at a bar." Y/n starts, immediately stopped by the confused looks on everyone else's faces. "What?"

"Spencer at a bar? Without one of us dragging him there?" Morgan asks incredulously.

Spencer laughs, jumping in to explain that night from his perspective. "You did drag me there." Spencer points out. "You just left early... Jasmine, I think her name was?"

Everyone laughs at that, knowing Morgan's tendencies to be a ladies' man. "Spencer was, I don't know, suave, charming, smooth." She's looking for the right word, but each one doesn't seem impressive enough to describe him.

He's looking at her with puppy dog eyes, totally love-sick. "And handsome." He adds.

"The most handsome." She amends, but when she turns to see the team's reaction, she's shocked by how shocked they look.

"Did you just use the word suave to describe Spencer, or did I imagine that?" Penelope asks, her mouth lingering open. None of them can imagine it. Sure, he's endearing with his awkwardness, but he's terrible with women he's attracted to, to the point of aversion.

They also don't imagine her standards were low, not when she's so immaculate, which makes it even more puzzling that Spencer managed to land her.

Y/n nods. "Yeah." She answers. "He totally charmed me. Honestly, I worried he was a playboy, but I don't think I had any reason to worry."

"You definitely did not." Morgan agrees passionately before he can help himself. "I saw him flirt with a girl in a bar once, he sucked." He exposes Spencer.

"What?" Y/n asks, tipping her head to the side to look at her husband. "What happened to I never do this?" She presses him, voice dropping lower to mimic his from that night.

He holds up his hands defensively. "Technically, I was only successful once."

"When you divorce," Emily interrupts the playful retort Y/n's about to make. "Can I take you out, Y/n?"

Spencer giggles with Y/n at that, and the whole team joins in on the laughter when Morgan jumps in with his offer. "Nuh-uh, if she were going to date anyone else here, it would be me."

While they argue, she rests her head on Spencer's shoulder and whispers that she loves him and his smile only grows bigger.

[sidekick-hero]

I still keep hoping (someday, I’ll be falling without caution)

(steddie | teen | 2.3k | AO3 | @steddie-week | fluff and/or angst)

Eddie has always been a romantic, but he never believed in love at first sight. Still doesn't, but his heart stutters in his chest and the world around him grows distant and quiet. He smiles softly at the man, hoping his thoughts don't show on his face. Thinks they might, because the smile he gets in return is dazed, wondrous. Eddie wonders how he's not used to people fawning over him, throwing themselves at his feet, vying for his attention. Before he can do anything stupid like walk over to the man and catch his perfect lips in a devouring kiss, Gareth taps him on the shoulder. "You okay, man?" "Why wouldn't I be?" "Don't know, but if you tune the strings any tighter they'll snap."

A sweet laugh rings through the warm spring air, bright and playful like a wind chime dancing in a gentle breeze. It's a beautiful sound, full of joy and giddiness and love. It tugs at Steve's heart, a bittersweet ache he's come to recognize and accept around Nancy these days.

He watches as she walks down the aisle, her white dress with the baby blue ribbon complimenting her petite frame, her big azure eyes sparkling with the promise of a happy life with the other half of her heart.

Steve gives her a soft smile, hiding his sadness and melancholy, because Nancy doesn't deserve one of the most important days of her life to be tainted by Steve's longing.

Neither does Robin. She's standing next to Steve, who is her best man of honor as she’s calling it, dressed in a burgundy tuxedo, her face nearly split in two at the sight of the love of her life walking toward her. She threatened to shave his hair off if he ever told anyone she called Nancy that. As if the way they were together could mean anything else.

They don't have eyes for anyone but each other, and before Nancy even reaches the altar, Robin steps forward, too eager to hold Nancy's hands in hers to wait any longer. It's not even funny, but Nancy throws her head back and laughs again, this time louder, uninhibited in a way she's never been with him. Not really.

And that's okay, because he realized that it hadn't been love between them. It had been the idea of love, the dream of the white picket fence life. They had wanted to be in love, and for a while they thought they were. Nancy, always smart, always curious and quick to figure things out, had been the first to realize it and had broken up with him over it. Steve had always been a little slower. It had taken him seeing Robin and Nancy together to finally realize the difference between wanting to be in love and being in love.

He remembered the day Robin came to him at seven-thirty in the morning, before the classes they were teaching even began, literally giggling and kicking her feet. She had told him with bright, excited eyes that she had met someone at the public lecture on how language shapes societal beliefs, or something equally nerdy. Not just someone, but "the most perfect woman that has ever existed, Steve, like, oh my God, you should have seen her, she's so beautiful I wanted to cry and then she opens her pretty mouth and she's also so smart, Steve, so much smarter than me, like, how is that fair, she’s perfect," she rambled on and on.

A few weeks later, Steve found out that the beautiful, smart woman was none other than his ex. Robin had fallen in love with the first girl he ever thought he loved. The one who made him realize there was more to life than popularity and doing what was expected of you. The one who broke his heart into a million pieces. The one who had made him cautious in a way he’s never had been before.

It had hurt, at first. It hadn't been easy watching his best friend, his platonic soulmate, get the love he once had while he went from date to date, bed to bed. Steve soon realized that it didn't hurt because he was jealous of Robin. It hurt because he was jealous of what Robin and Nancy had that he didn't.

Now, four years later, most of that was gone. He is so, so happy for them, his heart full of love for these two wonderful women who still acted like they'd just started dating.

He thinks of the way they still giggle together at the breakfast table, of the way Nancy always makes fun of the way Robin gets during the holidays, all stressed out and frenetic, going all out with the decorations and the presents and the traditions. The way Nancy wears that indulgent, gentle smile that is only Robin's when she does it. Or how Robin still kisses the ring Nancy's been wearing since their first anniversary whenever they haven't seen each other for more than a few hours. The ring they told everyone didn't mean they were engaged, even though they were. A secret only Steve ever learned, something he'll take to his grave.

As they stand before the officiant, holding each other's hands, lost in each other's eyes, and say "I do," Steve wonders if he'll ever find what they have. He wants it, wants it so bad that he can feel it sitting on his chest, knocking the breath out of his lungs. It feels like he's walking through life with Yearning at his side, holding his hand, lying in his arms at night, kissing his lips good morning and good night. It's the longest relationship he's ever had.

After the ceremony, the wedding party mingled while waiters walked around with champagne flutes, and Steve grabbed two and downed them in quick succession. The hardest part is over, he tells himself, now buck up and have some fun, for Robin and Nancy, if not for yourself.

Steve nods to himself and grabs another flute.

He can do this.

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Playing in a wedding band was not exactly what he had in mind when he told his uncle that he wanted to make a living with his guitar. And yet here he was with Gareth and Jeff and Grant, setting up their instruments in fucking tuxedos instead of the ripped jeans and leather and chains they usually wear to their concerts. He really doesn't get paid enough for that.

But he does get paid, more than he can say for most of the gigs they play in clubs and bars around town. So wedding band it is. For now.

Eddie's eyes sweep over the crowd, landing on the happy couple chatting with some of the wedding guests. He liked them, especially the taller of the two, Robin (like the bird, he thinks, and it helps him remember her name), because she had also been in a band, and they had bonded over the horrors of being a band geek and theater kid in high school. He had given her a social pariah discount after that.

He lets his eyes wander further, taking in the mingling guests, chattering and laughing in small groups, before they land on a man standing all alone at the bar, and the first thing Eddie thinks is, he looks so lonely, followed by, that's the most beautiful creature I've ever seen, why is he all alone when everyone should be drawn to him like bees to the most enticing flower.

Just as he thinks that, the guy looks up from his empty flute and their eyes meet across the room.

Eddie has always been a romantic, but he never believed in love at first sight. Still doesn't, but his heart stutters in his chest and the world around him grows distant and quiet.

He smiles softly at the man, hoping his thoughts don't show on his face. Thinks they might, because the smile he gets in return is dazed, wondrous. Eddie wonders how he's not used to people fawning over him, throwing themselves at his feet, vying for his attention.

Before he can do anything stupid like walk over to the man and catch his perfect lips in a devouring kiss, Gareth taps him on the shoulder.

"You okay, man?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Don't know, but if you tune the strings any tighter they'll snap."

That's enough for him to tear (most of) his thoughts away from the lovely angel who is standing just a few, endless feet away, and back to what he's doing. It's not his sweetheart, but his uncle gave him this guitar, an acoustic, the one he learned to play on. She's his lucky charm, and he strokes her in silent apology.

When they're all set, he steps up to the microphone and greets the wedding party.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen and everyone in between, it's an honor to witness and celebrate the union of those two lovebirds over there," he points to Robin and Nancy, "with you. We're here to give this joyous occasion the soundtrack it deserves, and we hope you enjoy it. Requests are welcome, and the cuter you are, the more likely we are to play them." He winks at the crowd, thinking of a certain someone who could probably ask for any song, and Eddie would at least try.

He's got it bad.

"But first we have the opening dance. Please give it up for Mrs. and Mrs. Wheeler-Buckley."

With that, the two women make their way to the center of the dance floor, hand in hand, and Eddie begins to strum the first few notes. Everyone is quiet as the newlyweds begin to dance across the hall.

As Eddie sings the lyrics to the song the brides have chosen to declare their love, he can't help but look for the man from earlier.

'Cause it's you and me And all of the people with nothing to do Nothing to lose And it's you and me And all of the people And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

He finds the man looking right back at him, eyes wide and dark as they watch him, and Eddie knows he has to talk to him, has to at least try, because he feels like he's on the verge of something monumental, something terrifying and wonderful and exhilarating.

It's almost an hour later when he gets his chance. They play their last song before the first break of the evening and Eddie can't wait to get a cold beer and smoke a cigarette outside before he talks to Mr-Too-Gorgeous-To-Be-Real.

Only Mr-Too-Gorgeous-To-Be-Real has other plans, because that's when he approaches the stage and stands right in front of Eddie, looking up at him through long, dark lashes and tousled honey-colored hair. His eyes are hazel and droopy, the sexiest bedroom eyes Eddie has ever seen, and he's glad to have a guitar in his lap.

They finish the song and the cute guy starts clapping before he realizes he's the only one and stops with the most adorable blush on his cheeks. Eddie is a total goner. Cute, sexy and a dork? He never had a chance.

Leaning over to him, Eddie asks in a hopefully sexy, sultry voice, "You're cute enough that I would even play Last Christmas if you asked. And I hate that song."

The blush deepens, but there's a twinkle in his eyes that Eddie is dying to see more of. "Oh, how do you know my favorite song?" he says, batting his eyelashes at Eddie and smiling in a way that is both a challenge and an invitation all at once, and before he can help himself, Eddie starts to strum on his guitar.

Last Christmas I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special

Eddie feels the stares of his bandmates at his back. They know how much he despises this song, have to listen to his rants about it every December, but he doesn't care what they think. He doesn't want to go home with them.

Pulling his guitar over his head and gently setting it on the floor, he jumps off the stage and lands next to the star of many dreams yet to come.

"I'm Eddie," he says, holding out his hand.

"Steve, nice to meet you," Steve says, taking Eddie's hand in his goddamn paws and Eddie's brain takes a short vacation. He silently thanks a God he doesn't believe in and vows to spend a lot of time on his knees with God's name on his lips whenever his mouth isn't full.

"Steve, what do you say we get out of here for a while?" Eddie knows he's being very forward, obvious in a way he usually isn't. He likes to play with his prey, draw it out, let the tension build. But right now he just wants to ask Steve if he can see him again. Preferably tomorrow, for breakfast at the latest.

Good thing Steve seems to be on the same page, because without another word he grabs Eddie's hand and pulls him towards the patio door leading to the grounds.

They both grab a beer from the bar before stepping outside into the bright May sun. There's a secluded area a few yards away from the main building with a small pond and a bench right under the cherry blossoms, and Steve sits down on it, beckoning Eddie to join him.

Eddie does, sitting as close as he can without being in Steve's lap, and Steve laughs, bright and happy, looking at him like he's something special.

"Tell me about you," Eddie says, and Steve laughs again.

"Like what?"

"Like everything."

Now Steve looks doubtful, almost nervous, as if he thinks Eddie is joking, and Eddie wonders how many people have ever bothered to get to know Steve.

He adds a please through his pouting lips, making his eyes big and round and batting his eyelashes for good measure. Steve snorts, but the lines around his eyes and mouth disappear.

Steve talks until Jeff comes and finds them to tell Eddie that their break ended 10 minutes ago and that he'd really like to get paid for this gig, thank you very much.

Eddie jumps up and runs toward Jeff, but pauses mid-step, turns around, runs back to Steve and tells him, "We're on until midnight, after that I'm free. I really want to dance with you, so please tell me you won't turn into a pumpkin at midnight."

Steve scrunches his nose, confused. "Why would I turn into a pumpkin at midnight?"

"Never mind. Will you save me a dance?"

Jeff clears his throat loudly behind them, and Eddie flips him the bird without taking his eyes off Steve.

"I'd love to."

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

Ask game for Chase?

The pupper ever!! Also two other people asked for Chase while I was already working on it XD I'm sorry it's taking me literally days to get them all done, I'm having trouble to think properly on what to say for some stuff in these

My first impression - I'm not tanking this. His car is blue and white, he's a cop and HIS NAME IS CHASE. HMMMM WHERE HAVE I SEEN THIS BEFORE, OH I WONDER--

My impression now - He's precious. No, really. A+ for effort in everything he does but he should learn to relax a little more, just a liiiiiiiittle more

Favorite thing about that character - He's always willing to try new things out of his comfort zone and he always gives it his best, plus his loyalty levels are off the charts

Least favorite thing - He's too much of a people pleaser Istg-- Chase, sweetheart, you're supposed to be a figure of authority XD And this will sound like a dumb thing to dislike but I dislike the fact he's a German Shepherd. I think it's too obvious a breed for police dogs and he doesn't LOOK like one at all for me. When I first saw him without his gear, I was like "Wait is he a Belgian Malinois??? Omg please yes that would be cool to not have a German Shepherd as a Police Dog for ONCE" but yeah my dreams were crushed quickly on my first Google Search on him

Favorite line/scene - It's not specifically the line, but mostly the scene: Have you EVER seen Chase refuse a job or go against Ryder???

I know he ended up changing his mind after that talk with Ryder, but IN THIS MOMENT, he stood his ground and said NO. It's even in his body language: His ears are slightly back, his expression is serious like "don't even try arguing with me on this", his tail isn't relaxed, his paw stomping on the floor to make his point. Notice his frown even deepens as the elevator door closes just before it goes down. This is SO IMPORTANT to me you have no idea, especially considering how much of a people pleaser Chase is and how he holds Ryder as the most important person in his life. We know Chase would do anything for Ryder. But at this exact moment? He was decided to NOT do something for Ryder. This is such a powerful, yet overlooked and underrated scene, as well as character development. It encapsulates perfectly how there's so much more to Chase than any of us knew so far.

Favorite interaction that character has with another - Mighty Movie Skase moment #2 (I think? I counted at least 4 big moments) when Chase goes to check on Skye when she was sulking on the back of the Aircraft Carrier. Her problems there are totally out of his league, he literally cannot relate to anything she's currently going or went through in the past- still he tries to show support the only way he can at the moment, by being there for her, by listening to her. He's a keeper, Skye, go for it XD

A character that I wish that character would interact with more - Marshall and Zuma. They used to play a lot before, but now...? I'm still at the 8th season and I'm seriously missing those fun and slice of life moments

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character - Leonardo, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, specifically 2012 series

A headcanon about that character - I think Chase was one of those kind of puppies who just didn't know when to fucking STOP. 24/7 playful baby. Also a natural explorer, always sniffing everything, licking everything, maybe biting, touching, scratching, growling, barking at anything new for a while. Ever curious, always being the puppy to go ahead of the others, "exploring the waters to open the way and make sure it's safe for the others to come after him". On a second note, I've seen one too many people returning adopted puppies for this reason here where I live, because "they're a handful and I wasn't expecting this" 🤦🏽‍♀️

A song that reminds of that character - "Nothing Can Stop Me Now"

An unpopular opinion about that character - Idk why all the hate, even if you're ACAB, it's not like Chase even does a cop job at all XD Have you seen him arresting someone outside from movie verse? If anything, you'd WANT your cops to be like him LMAO

Favorite picture - Y'know how in the first movie Chase was in absolute awe when he saw his new car for the very first time? YEAH, like, he KNOWS Ryder designs and gets them crazy cool stuff, and it doesn't stop him from getting UTTERLY AMAZED every time. Tbh I had the same reaction as them all when I saw that sick af Mustang-looking police cruiser like HOLY SHIT YOU GET THE COOLEST TOYS-- AND YOU GET TO CATAPULT THEM DOWN THE HOT WHEELS RAMP AT TOP SPEED TOO??? Win for life.

[crowroboros]

the main echo cast and their splatoon mains. GO!

Oh fun, alright! I'll also put an explanation for my reasoning at the end. Really enjoyed thinking about this. This will be Splatoon 3 focused by the way, as it is the most recent game.

Chase Hunter - Octobrush (Suction Bomb/Zipcaster)

Leo Alvarez - Dread Wringer (Suction Bomb/Reefslider)

Jenna Begay - .52 Gal Deco (Curling Bomb/Splattercolor Screen)

Carl Hendricks - Splatana Stamper Nouveau (Toxic Mist/Crab Tank)

TJ Hess - Big Swig Roller Express (Angle Shooter/Ink Storm)

Flynn Moore - Custom E-Liter 4K Scope (Squid Beakon/Kraken Royale)

Bonus! Syndey Bronson - Custom Blaster (Point Sensor/Triple Splashdown)

Explanation time, spoilers will be mentioned.

Chase: Chunter mains Octobrush. The weapon cannot take fights head on due to having shorter range than many other weapons and thus has to rely on off-angles to get kills and take space or by poking with bombs from a distance. Chase rarely if ever wins a fight he's in one-on-one, having to rely on a distraction from people around him to get any sort of advantage. He also tends to avoid confrontation all together, usually running when faced with a danger like Duke or Brian. This works very well with Brushes as they are highly mobile when brushing along the ground which they use to escape situations that they would get splatted in otherwise. Chase is also referred to as having stubby legs that makes running not his strong-suit and that works with Octobrush specifically as it it slower in both its flicks and brushing when compared to the Inkbrush (though it is still faster than the Painbrush but I don't think Chase is that slow so it still works). Octobrushes tend to shark in ink, swimming around and popping up when an opportunity presents itself. So an octobrush user is often in swim form a noticeable portion of a match, which works great with Chotter who is an avid swimmer! Zipcaster may be the odd one out when it comes to this weapon being Chase's main but I do think it plays into all of the aforementioned traits with how Octobrush tends to use the special.

Leo: I might need to defend myself on this one but here me out. Leo is headstrong and very straightforward in how he does things right? He's intelligent but stubborn, rarely considering alternative options which can backfire on him. That is the Reefslider special. It is straightforward; Rush forward on an inflatable shark and explode. But because of that, it can be predicable and ends up getting countered a lot. Beyond that, Leo really does care for his friends and wants to be their protector. Originally I thought that a Big Bubbler weapon could be pretty good for that, but I think that Reefslider fits Leo better but also a main weapon like Dread Wringer also can cover that aspect. Dread Wringer paints an insane amount, which means that the team has a lot of ink to swim through, hide in, recover health, escape through, etc. It also is AMAZING at comboing with weapons like the Range Blaster or Snipewriter so it ends up working a lot with other weapons. Sharing the sub weapon of suction bomb with Octobrush can be representative of his relationship with Chase and how he sticks to the image of Echo, Chase, and the past.

Jenna: .52 Gal Deco and Jenna okay. I had a few ideas for Jenna, initially thinking of her maining a dualie of some kind but I just couldn't figure out which one would work best. Jenna is practical, self-reliant, and resourceful while also having a playful streak about her. She loves pulling pranks and joking around with her friends while still being generally supportive and helpful towards them even if she can come off as harsh at times. Also being a fox, she is rather mobile and fast on her feet. It's that last part that originally made me think of giving her a dualie, but I couldn't find one that I thought matched all of her traits. That's when I decided to approach it from a different angle. I started from her independence and worked from there. I started thinking of weapons that were very self-reliant, able to hold their own in fights, can paint well for themselves, etc. Then I started thinking about weapons that can be a bit playful and sneaky while keeping their mobility. And after a lot of consideration I landed on the .52 Gal Deco. The main weapon, .52 Gal, is a mid-range shooter that is pretty much the definition of a self-reliant and resourceful weapon. It is a very consistent two-shot weapon with a pretty solid fire rate, making it very reliable in fights while minimizing the amount of time it takes to kill so it can splat the opponent before it can get splatted. It can be a bit ink-hungry so the user needs to be resourceful and aware of their surroundings and their own resources to fully utilize the weapon's strengths. Curling bomb as a sub weapon gives this otherwise okay-mobility weapon much better movement, which the user can use to get around the map quickly and distract opponents. This weapon ends up playing rather fast paced and sneaky by using its range, kill-time, and curling bomb to move around the map to take positions that the enemy team might not be expecting. And then the special of Splattercolor Screen works as a smoke-screen of sorts, concealing your team from the enemy sight. That plus curling bomb allows for a bunch of mind games on where the .52 Gal Deco user could be at any given time, especially if they're running Ninja Squid.

Carl: This one was a bit more difficult to figure out than the first three but I think the Splatana Stamper Nouveau is a good fit for him. Carl is more laid-back and chill, so I didn't think a weapon that is very fast-paced, aggressive, and "high energy" would work for him. He also dislikes being the center of attention so in my mind that pushed me towards weapons that work well as an anchor in a team comp rather than a slayer or skirmisher or something. Carl also has a stockier build and for a time worked out, which made me think of Crab Tank. This narrowed my thoughts down to Splatana Stamper Nouveau and the Heavy Edit Splatling Nouveau. Both are strong, slower, sturdier weapons that play at the range that Crab Tank favors. I went with Splatana Stamper Nouveau over Heavy Edit Nouveau because Heavy Edit as a main weapon is much more fast and mobile and really likes fighting. Stamper Nouveau — unlike the vanilla Stamper — isn't as much as a fighter. It can still fight pretty well, it is a Splatana Stamper after all, but it plays more to support it's team by painting for Crab Tank to apply distance pressure and comboing with other weapons by using it's 70dmg charge slash or the aforementioned Crab Tank. Nouveau as a weapon brand also tends to make weapons based around art supplies, and Carl is an artist.

TJ: Okay TJ and Big Swig Express. TJ as a character is very altruistic and kind. He loves and supports his friends and I figured that a more supportive weapon would work very well with that. The Big Swig roller as a main weapon is focused on putting down paint for your team to swim through, heal, etc. And with Ink Storm also expanding upon that I thought that the Big Swig Express fits TJ's caring personality pretty well. It also is a weapon that doesn't fight much due to it's low damage, which I again think fits with TJ's personality. He tends to avoid conflict and often gets very uncomfortable when pressured by Flynn or anyone else. TJ is also very athletic, and the Big Swig is a faster weapon in terms of its flicks and movement.

Flynn: One I think is pretty self-explanatory. Flynn is proficient with a rifle and the charger class of weapons fill the archetype of sniper-rifles in the Splatoon games. I chose the Custom E-Liter 4K Scope specifically as a callback to Flynn's role in Jenna's route where he takes a position far back to aim his rifle on Heather at the dam. Kraken Royale is a transformation special that transforms the user into a large invincible kraken, in which the user can swim around and perform melee attacks to fight before turning back about ~7 seconds later. For Custom E-Liter, this allows it to protect itself up close. The main gun is very long range and has a very slow charge time. It is meant to take vantage points and snipe from a distance and thus it can't fight when rushed down. Kraken helps cover that weakness. Flynn does throw some punches a few times in the vn, though he doesn't always win these fights. I thought that this dynamic between E-Liter and Kraken represents that pretty well. Also spoiler. Flynn transforms into the Socket Man, a seemingly immortal entity that can rush down and kill things kind of like how Kraken functions.

Sydney: I think this one is also pretty self-explanatory, right? Sydney was rambunctious, loves to wrestle, was a big fan of things like ninjas and treasure hunts. Custom Blaster is a short range blaster that plays to its aggression and being able to get up to an opponent and hopefully hit its one-shot direct before the opponent can fire back. Point Sensor marks any enemy that enters its aoe, so the Custom Blaster player will know where that enemy is while the enemy won't know where the Custom Blaster player is. This allows the user to get up flank and get up close to either direct or use Triple Splashdown, which I mean looks like this.

The user rises into the air and summons two massive fists, smashing into the ground and creating three large explosions.

Custom Blaster has a very aggressive, fast-paced, up-close playstyle that rewards both rushing down your opponent and being creative in ways that you approach to compensate for your short range. It also is a weapon that favors gear with Quick Respawn, cause it ends up dying a lot.

[pottersfia]

help me? | g.w. x fem!reader

summary: you realize you never really enjoyed fingering and decide to ask george weasley for some help

warnings/content: smut ofc, fingering, oral (f receiving), language

a/n: more george content :)

word count: 1.5k

"I do it almost every night." angelina said with a giggle.

"babe, are you sure it's not an addiction?" you laughed with her. 

"it's a healthy relationship with my body! i haven’t as much since i started dating fred, though." she smiled. the two of you were sitting in your shared dorm room and the topic of masturbation sort of randomly came up. you were still somewhat a virgin, despite being with george. the two of you have done everything from heated make outs to oral sex and even then, those things only happened a handful of times. he never pressured you to go any further.  

"I mean, I still do but sometimes I think it's kind of boring? it's just rub the bean a bit then boom I'm done, every single time." you sigh.

"have you tried fingering yourself?" she asked.

"it does nothing for me! it just feels uncomfortable every time i try." 

"no way, if you really get into it, it's so worth it. maybe ask George to help you? I like it better from fred than myself." you thought about her words. it might be a good idea. you figured vaginal stimulation just wasn't for you, but maybe it was the position. or even you fingers being too short. there was only one way to find out.

you looked over at Angelina and smiled, breaking out into a laugh. "what?" she laughed with you. 

"it's just that we're literally talking about our sex lives with our twin boyfriends. imagine if they heard us right now." the two of you laughed together.

...

you were laying with george in his bed, listening to him ramble on about his day as soft music from a record player he was gifted played in your ears in the background. you tried your best to actively listen to him, nodding and making small comments. you held his hand and stared at his fingers. 

the conversation you had with angelina was fresh in your mind and you couldn't help but notice how long his fingers were. you softly played with his fingers, tracing over them and softly sighing  as you leaned further into his side. 

george noticed how you stopped replying to him. he looked down and noticed how you seemed to zone out and focused on his hand. he chuckled softly and wiggled his fingers causing you to look up at him. "distracted?" he asked.

"just a little." you smiled at him and looked back down. "sorry, what were you saying?"

"doesn't matter, really. what's going on in your head." he asked. you shifted your position, turning so you're facing him and resting on your legs. 

"I kind of want to ask you something." you worked up the courage to say. 

"what is it?" he nods at you. 

"ok so, I was talking to, um, a friend about..." you looked at him and saw how he waited for you to go on but broke your eye contact as you continued, "don't laugh but we were talking about masturbating." you looked back up at him to see his reaction and he had a small smirk on his face. "I said don't laugh!"

"no, please continue. it's a normal topic I'm just wondering where this is going." he was clearly holding back a laugh but you ignored it.

"anyway, she was talking about how she likes fingering and it made me think of how I never really tried it because it's uncomfortable-" 

"are you asking me to finger you?" he interrupted. you give him a blank stare for a moment.

"I was getting there." you smiled. 

"that's why you were distracted by my hands?" he smiled back. you rolled your eyes playfully but nodded.

"I want to know if it can actually feel good for me." you reached out for his hand and held it again. "also, I've always loved your hands." you kissed his knuckles with a playful smile on your face.

"come over here." he held one arm out and patted his lap with the other which instantly made you move to straddle him. your arms were rested on his shoulders and around his neck as he placed a hand on your hip and the other on your cheek. he moved your face closer to him, pulling him into a kiss. 

the kiss was sweet and passionate as they always were. the warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach grew as your lips moved together. you were eager for what was to come and pushed yourself closer to him, causing you to grind on his lap. you slowly continued to motion almost without george even noticing. he moved his hands under the baggy t shirt you wore. he felt your hips moving and softly rubbed the skin on your thighs making you let out a quiet whimper. he broke the kiss tome down to your neck, littering soft kiss all over it. you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, taking in the feeling. george put his hands back on your hips guiding you to lay down next to him like you were before and he hovered over you.

"can I take this off?" he whispered, pulling up your shirt a bit. you nodded. "please." you practically moaned out. you helped him pull it off all the way and he kissed your cheek making you smile at him. "you're so gorgeous, y/n." he leaned down to kiss your lips, then your jaw, then your neck and leading down. as he kissed down your body you felt yourself getting more and more turned on. you let out soft noises and watched him pull your shorts off. he looked down and smiled at the small wet patch on your underwear. 

"I need you so bad." you said. he looked at you and pulled you underwear off. "I love how wet you are for me." he slowly rubbed your clit making you moan. he moved his hand and lifted it up to your mouth. "suck on my fingers." you instantly opened your mouth and he placed his middle and ring finger inside. you swirled your tongue around them making sure to get the as wet as possible. if he wasn't hard already, he definitely was now.

he pulled his fingers out and went back to rubbing your clit. "I'll start with one ok? tell me how you feel." you nodded at him and he slowly pushed his middle finger inside you. he rubbed your clit with his thumb and held your hand with his other hand. you didn't feel uncomfortable, but the pressure you felt was a bit more than when you tried yourself. he didn't move at first to make sure you were ok until you asked him to continue. he moved in and out of you and the pressure started to feel better. you softly whimpered at the feeling but wanted more.

"ok, I think I'm ready for two." you said and he nodded. george pushed his pointer finger in and noticed how you gasped at first. he leaned down and licked your clit trying to ease the feeling. you moaned and relaxed you leg muscles that were a bit tense, making him continue fingering you. he moved in and out slowly again as he moved his fingertips inside massaging you. "please don't stop." you moaned out. he smiled and went on slowly getting faster.

George always knew when you were close. he felt you squeeze your legs around his head a bit and lifted his head to look at you. "just like that,good girl." you whimpered at the praise and smiled down at him. he smiled back at you and said, "please cum for me." you nodded and put a hand in his hair, pushing him back down to your clit and he instantly eats you out again. it all feels so good, being filled with his fingers reaching your g spot, his hot mouth swirling on your clit, and to make it better he reaches his other hand up to play with your boobs. 

you feel yourself getting closer and closer and with a soft breath of "please, georgie-" the knot snaps and you moan out as you cum on his fingers. George slowly pulls out his fingers and keeps lapping at your clit while you ride out your orgasm. you have to pull him off of you because of the overstimulation and practically get wet again at the look on his face. his hair is messy and his mouth is wet and he's staring at you with a smile as he puts the fingers that were just inside you in his mouth. 

"you're killing me, George." you sigh. he laughs and sits all the way up to lean over close to your face. "how did that feel, darling?" he asked. "so good. you have no idea." you leaned up to kiss him and he kissed back pushing you to lay on the bed.

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

#22

Edit: I completely forgot to tag @thepenultimateword and @mirohtron for helping me with this fic. Sorryyyy, I was sleep-deprived ughh.

Yes yes, Lamy has not posted in so long. Homework and tests my belovedddddds/s. Also, I am tired, so this is what it is. Sue me, I dare you.

TW: Restraints, blood, murder, gun, knife, bullets, references to difficult past experiences, drugging mention, violence, bruises (I swear it's not that awful) and very flirty. not in any way smutty, but it's probably the flirtiest thing I've ever written.

"Well, isn't this just dreadfully romantic," Villain breathes out through gritted teeth, baring them in a sardonic sneer.

Hero twists in her restraints, a useless attempt to escape the too-tight ropes. "I'm not following," she snaps half-heartedly.

"I mean, you and I, so awfully close to each other. There's literally no space between us." He lets his voice drop down to a whisper, tone half-annoyed, half-playful. Teasing.

"That's because we're tied up together, genius," she huffs out.

"You're being boring again," the villain croons in an irritating sing-song voice.

"I'm only 'boring' because you are," the crime-fighter counters, unintentionally letting a laugh make its way into her tone.

This was her husband's miserable attempt at striking up a conversation after three weeks of actively ignoring each other. Or maybe he could've been attempting to ease the tension of being locked up, practically paralysed in Supervillain's lair, or trying to kill some time.

Still, not an apology.

He presses his back somehow even closer to hers, and she wishes she could suppress the heat radiating from her face, spreading through the rest of her body like wildfire, but at least he couldn't see the flushed, red complexion. She knows he'd enjoy that, even more than usual. He'd be so satisfied with himself, the jerk, that he'd still managed to illicit such a reaction from her, even when she was beyond pissed at him.

"Relax, will you? The fidgeting makes the ropes even tighter, and I'm already sore enough," he half-whines.

Letting out an annoyed huff, she rolls her eyes. "You moved first."

He laughs, and she hates how it makes her heart hammer erratically in her chest. "The normal amount. You, on the other hand, were squirming."

She doesn't like that tone, something akin to a melange of honey and silk, even if it was meant to annoy her. It could enchant you into a dazed silence, making you forget whatever it is you were trying to focus on. Her mind does not hesitate for even a moment to remind her of the first time she heard him talk like that, her face pressed into his chest.

"I'm addicted to your voice," she'd breathed out foolishly, and he'd pressed a passionate kiss to her cheekbone, laughing at her flustered blush.

"Couldn't the confinement have been solitary?" she interjects irritably, trying to throw in as much bite in her tone as she can muster.

He laughs again, soft and musical and breathtaking.

"Practically speaking, this isn't in your favour. It's cold, this helps conserve body heat." She can literally hear the smug grin in his words.

She lets out a strangled cry, making him snort. "However annoying you may think I am, don't forget that you agreed to marry me, Hero." He leans back, as far as the ropes let him, giving her leg a playful kick. A pathetic one though, as the fashion in which they were tied up left barely any room for breathing.

She lets out a dejected sigh. "I've been told I need to learn to have more patience, so I signed up for a life-long course. Anyway, how about you help come up with any suggestions to find a way out of this mess, or is being an insufferable prick all you're capable of?"

Harsh and not true, but he absolutely deserved it.

Before he can come up with any snarky replies, the door to their cell opens abruptly, letting in a sterile, white light, an uncomfortably blinding contrast to the dim, flickering light bulb that illuminated the tiny room. Any semblance of a joyful atmosphere is destroyed as the distinct clack of Supervillain's shoes rings in the couple's ears.

"Well, Other Villain wasn't wrong, this week's catch is rather appealing. A traitor and his little pet," they sneer coldly.

The muscles in Villain's face tighten ever so slightly as he clenches his jaw, gaze stone-hard. "The hell do you want?" he drawls coldly.

Supervillain lets out a mocking snort. "Information about the hero agency. What, you think there's more value to you than that?"

"He doesn't know anything, and I am not divulging," Hero answers, in a tone that leaves no room for further discussion.

That is, if her words were for anyone but Supervillain. The master criminal in question steps forward, the icy grin playing on their lips becoming a fraction more sinister. "Oh, but are you so blissfully ignorant of what I do to little rats like you that insist on being killjoys? I break them. That's what you do when a toy is no longer being fun. Didn't care to enlighten her, Villain?"

A shiver runs up Hero's spine at the disgusting analogy, but Villain just grits his teeth and gives his old superior a death glare. "She knows. But let's get this over with. She won't talk, so whatever sick, twisted torture you've got planned, take me, and leave her out of it."

"Have you lost your mind? There's no way in he-"

"Shut up and let me handle this," the villain snarls, cutting her off. "So you called me a traitor? Don't you think you should've noticed earlier? Or are you really as much of a fool as you look?" he croons, letting a taunting smirk find its way onto his lips.

Hero understands exactly what her husband was planning, but she wouldn't let him willingly throw himself to the wolves like a bloody piece of meat. Stubborn fool.

Before she can react though, Supervillain's hand quickly reaches for the glinting knife on their belt. They may have been intelligent, cold, calculating, scheming. But all of that was simply outweighed by a fragile ego, always in need of inflation. Their fatal flaw, if you will. They slice through the restraints, letting out a downright animalistic growl as they pull Villain forward by the hair.

Wriggling out of their grasp, the criminal's fingers claw at the supervillain's throat, only for them to slam their boot into his already bruised abdomen, warranting a soft whine to escape his throat and a filthy curse at Supervillain to fall from his lips.

Meanwhile, Hero finally manages to escape her bonds, having them loosened just a little when the man next to her had been cut free.

Two against one were better odds. Only if you ignored that the duo's muscles were completely cramped from being restrained in the same position for days, making movement painful, and they were covered in bruises. Not to mention half-starved, and their throats were parched with thirst. Weaponless against goddamn Supervillain of all people. What comforting thoughts.

Hero wastes no time in slamming them against the wall and bringing her fist to collide with the evil-doer's face, lining their cheekbone with purple bruises. Supervillain more than returns the favour, knuckles digging into a barely healing cut in her side, the sheer force of it knocking her down with a sharp hiss.

Villain's former boss had superhuman strength at their disposal, making them more than a match for their weary and battered enemies, a power-suppressing drug having been injected into their veins every single day of their stay here. That leads to the battle with Supervillain being a torturous stalemate of futile attempts at attacks on them.

"Enough pathetic, little games," Supervillain hisses, voice eerily serpentine They pull out a gun off their belt, training it on Villain's head. . .

Hero didn't know when the motion happened, when her body had suddenly moved, half-leaping into the air as the bullet tore viciously into her side. It was nothing, if not instinctual.

Villain doesn't hesitate. Fueled by an adrenaline rush and the all-consuming fury of wanting to avenge his lover, he throws himself on top of Supervillain, pinning them against the ground, prying the gun from their fingers, only moving away to empty the weapon's contents onto the master criminal, letting out a savage growl in the process.

Stepping away from the now completely bloodied corpse of Supervillain, he rushes over to his spouse, blood seeping out from the gash in her side, staining the floor a deep crimson. "Hero?" he whispers softly, voice breaking, eyes threatening to prick with tears.

"I'm fine, the bullet went straight through," she attests, as he scoops her up against his chest.

"I know how you feel about killing, bu-"

"Stop right there. I was going to tell you that I forgive you and that I've never been more in love with you. That git needed to die."

He sighs with relief, laughing in spite of himself as he races outside the door, conveniently left ajar, somehow managing to make his way to their shared residence.

*

He shrugs his shirt off, not even bothering to hide the terribly self-satisfied grin playing on his lips at just how rapidly it turns her face a bright red.

How embarrassingly pathetic.

"Don't think it's just the blood loss that's making you breathless, huh?" he purrs.

He was damningly stunning, and he knew it. It took little effort to leave her tongue-tied and dazed. His mere voice alone was enough to seduce her.

When she doesn't answer, his expression softens. "Let's get you stitched up." Tenderly, he lifts the now blood-soaked piece of cloth off of the wound in her side, wincing at the sight of the dull, bloodied laceration. He presses alcohol wipes to the gash, Hero letting out a sharp hiss.

Villain brings the needle close to her skin, watching as she bit down on her lips and closed her eyes. "Hey hey, relax. Eyes on me, sweetheart. It'll be fast, I promise." His free hand flits over to her shoulder, rubbing circles into it with his thumb, stopping only when he feels her breathing slow. It's strange how the same hands that beat enemies to a bloody pulp and pulled triggers on guns with no remorse could be so gentle, as though Hero was something so delicate.

"And besides, I graduated med school with flying colours," he quips, earning a soft, but strained laugh from the heroine. Carefully, he works on the stitches, whispering soft nothings to soothe her. Hero had seen worse. So much worse. But he was going to try his hardest to make sure she went through the least pain possible.

Hero deserved the world.

When he's done, she leans in closer, kissing his jawline and keeping an arm wrapped around his neck. She revels in the way he freezes up, unable to move a muscle, staring into her eyes in a look that practically screamed lost kitten.

"What is this?" He raises one eyebrow, confused.

It was her turn to smirk at his state. "Revenge, handsome," she murmurs. Her hand now reaches for his hair, running her fingers through the soft locks, and she takes in the sight of Villain short circuiting, words catching in her lover's throat, and those gorgeous, midnight blue eyes of his going wide as he lets out a nervous laugh.

The criminal was a good flirt, but much more fun when flustered, face getting warm, dark tan skin mercifully concealing what would've been a deep crimson in his cheeks.

"I'm sorry," he blurts out suddenly, voice small and hesitant. So unlike that cocky persona of his that he'd adopted mere moments ago.

Hero flashes him a dirt-eating grin. "What did you say? I couldn't quite catch that, love." Liar.

"I'm sorry!" he interjects, almost irritably, but he finds himself smiling in between the words. "For not apologising when I should've, for being so stubborn for so damn long. That stuff."

His wife's expression softens, and she pulls him into a warm embrace. "I missed you," she whispers, voice light and gentle against the shell of his ear.

"Me too," he feels his touch-starved form melt into the touch, a terrible craving finally sated.

A hot bath and some more bandages later, Hero and Villain find themselves cuddling together on the couch, giggling at a well-loved action comedy movie.

As long as they were together, as long as they were both alive, then nothing on this earth could stop them, almost as though they were two forces of nature, created to always exist as one.

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[senditcolton]

hello and congrats!! one chai cookie please (mat barzal with the daffodil prompt) 🫶🏼💗

oh our sweetest boy. i hope you don't mind, i did make it another chapter/part of "the pull of you" series

word count: 2.3k (kinda went off on this one)

The salt air stung Mat’s lungs as he rode in the backseat of Anthony’s convertible, the white sand beaches passing by. It was a welcome sting though, much better than the ache that had been in his heart for the past few months.

Anthony’s girlfriend April had invited them both to the Hamptons, to her friend’s house for a Labor Day party. And while Mat felt a little awkward third wheeling, he gladly took the excuse to get out of his apartment building.

To put some distance between him and the cause of his heartbreak.

Mat shakes himself out of his thoughts before they lead him down the rabbit hole of his memories, so beautiful but now so painful in context, and focused on April talking.

“You guys are going to love Cindy. We went to college together and she was my big when I got into Tri Delta. And now, she is a relator in the city and of course has the most beautiful house in the Hamptons and it’s so gorgeous and… why are you laughing?”

Mat follows April’s bemused gaze to see Anthony lightly chuckling from behind the wheel.

“I’m sorry, ma cherie, but you are so painfully American,” Anthony explains, his word receiving a playful smack on his forearm courtesy of April.

“So, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,” April says, her tone nothing but teasing, “Cindy is amazing and you are going to love this party. Oh, and the food! I swear I’m going to kidnap her chef every time I eat there.”

“She has a private chef?”

It is Anthony that asks the question but it is Mat who’s ears perk up in interest.

“Yeah. I literally don’t know anything about them except for the fact that they come up every weekend over the summer to cook for Cindy and her family. And sometimes they bring their dog who is the sweetest thing ever!”

“Well, we’ll definitely keep our eyes open for that,” Anthony replies, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror to catch Mat’s gaze. Mat wasn’t 100% sure if the look was because of the dog or because of the mention of the chef – a job that was so similar to the one Mat’s ex-girlfriend held.

The girl whose heart he broke.

Another swift shake of Mat’s head banishes the thought of Delaney. If any mention of a cook would set him on a downward spiral then he would never be able to walk into a restaurant again. Instead, Mat just resumes his original position, reclining in the backseat and watching the scenery go by.

It isn’t long before April is pulling up to a picturesque house. The three of them hop out of the car, April confidently leading the way and pushing open the front door with an ease that made it clear to Mat that she had done it a thousand times before.

Both Anthony and him follow her lead, kicking off their shoes at the door before trailing behind her, deeper into the home. April leads them to the crowded living room where April stops occasionally to introduce them to a few people. Before they move again, Anthony departs to quickly use the bathroom. And because April is the only person Mat knows here, he continues to follow her to the large glass doors that lead to the deck.

The rest of the party is on the sun-warmed wood, drinking and chatting and laughing. Mat decides to stand in the corner next to the door, admiring the gorgeous view while April continues to mill around and greet the other partygoers.

Mat’s eyes dart around the party, trying to appear at ease but also wondering if he made a huge mistake coming here. Perhaps thankfully, he is startled out of his thoughts when something wet and cold presses against his hand. He glances down and his eyes land on an adorable golden retriever, looking up at him with the biggest brown eyes, their tail swooshing back and forth.

“Well, hello there,” Mat says, crouching down and holding his hand out to the pup who happily sniffs his skin and steps closer to Mat, turning their body to press against Mat’s legs. A laugh falls from Mat’s chest as he pets their soft fluffy fur.

Normally, he would’ve been more hesitant around unfamiliar dogs. But it was his ex, Delaney, and her dog Nora that gave him his newfound comfort. There was still some apprehension there but this dog was so sweet that it helped ease his nerves. It also didn’t hurt that this dog looked exactly like Nora, making Mat relax even more.

“Oh, you met her!”

Mat hears April’s voice and looks up to see her smiling before she drops into a crouch beside him, her own hands reaching out to pet the golden retriever.

“She’s very friendly,” Mat says.

“Well, it’s a good thing she is because Cindy loves dogs but if this one was any trouble, she probably wouldn’t be allowed to be here.”

“Where is this mysterious Cindy, anyway? I want to meet her.”

“She’s by the grill, talking to her chef. Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

Mat and April lift themselves up before moving through the crowds of people, the golden retriever happily trotting at their heels.

“Oh, by the way, where’s Anthony?” April asks him as she reaches the stairs and starts to descend onto the lower portion of the patio.

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen him. Maybe he got lost,” Mat jokes, following April as the floor squeaks beneath them.

“I’ll rescue him after this. Anyway, Cindy is over here.”

April rounds the staircase and Mat follows her movements. But when he lifts his head to see where exactly April is leading him, he can’t stop his steps from faltering.

Because there in front of the grill, standing with her floral overalls and her brunette curls pulled up into a messy bun… is Delaney.

The whirlwind of emotions crashes through him, all of them coming at once and moving too fast for him to even decipher each individual thought. He hears April, telling him to come meet Cindy who Mat can only assume is the tall dark-skinned woman standing next to Delaney.

It is April’s call that makes Delaney’s head turn towards him and he can see her own movements halt the moment her eyes connect to his frame.

Mat forces himself to walk towards them, trying not to stare too hard at Delaney, forcing himself to plaster on a pleasant smile as he shakes hands with Cindy.

“Mat, it’s nice to finally meet you,” Cindy says, her smile warm. “I’ve heard a lot about you. Mostly from my husband who is a huge Islander fan.”

“Always good to meet a fan,” Mat says. He tries to keep his focus on Cindy but his eyes have other thoughts, flicking over to Delaney. He can see that she is trying to ignore him, zeroed in on her job but the hand around her tongs is clenched a little too tightly.

“Oh, sorry,” Cindy says, following his gaze and Mat’s eyes dart back to her. “I was just asking Delaney here a few questions about dinner. She’s my chef. Amazing.”

“I know, I was telling Mat about her on the way here,” April cuts in, smiling in Delaney’s direction. Delaney returns the smile although her lips are slightly pursed. Mat doesn’t have much time to examine her reaction to April before the golden retriever appears next to him again, their nose pressing into his hand in greeting.

“It seems like you’ve already met Delaney’s dog, Nora.”

“Yeah, we’re good friends,” come Mat’s genuine reply. The quip causes Cindy and April to giggle, most likely thinking his words to be clever.  But out of the corner of his eye, he can see the corner of Delaney’s mouth quirk up and Mat can’t help the thrill in his heart at the idea of them sharing a little inside joke. Just like old times.

“Well, I feel like I’m being a terrible hostess,” Cindy says, clapping her hands together. “Dinner will be ready soon so why don’t we all head upstairs and I can introduce you to my husband. He’ll talk your ear off though so be warned.”

Both April and Mat start to follow Cindy back upstairs but before he departs, Mat sneaks one more glance over his shoulder towards Delaney. His expression softens when he sees her throw Nora a small piece of grilled chicken, her finger moving to her mouth to hush Nora, like it was their secret.

The next few hours of the party were somewhat unbearable. Not because the party wasn’t enjoyable but because Mat hadn’t seen Delaney since she set the plates on the dinner table, the oohs and aahs from the guests at the sight and smell of the food filling the room.

It was when he was standing in the living room, off to the side again, watching Anthony and April laugh on the couch that he once again felt the cold press of a nose against his hand. When he looked down, Nora was there, plastered by his side. His hand reaches down to pet her, ruffling her ears when an idea pops into his head. And before he can think how ridiculous he might look, he crouches down to whisper to Nora.

“Hey Nora, where’s your mom? Can you find momma?” he asks, his voice light and playful. And as soon as the words are out of his mouth, Nora is trotting off. Mat follows close behind her, hoping she really did understand him as Nora leads him back out to the deck. She leads him down to the grill where he once again sees Delaney standing in front of the appliance, now scrubbing the cooking surface with a wire brush.

“Hey Nora-Beans,” she says as the golden lays down next to the grill, her eyes looking up to Delaney. “What’s up?”

“Thanks for the help, Nora,” Mat says and it’s his voice that causes Delaney to look over to him. The surprise on her face morphs to a glare as she looks down at Nora, who’s only response is to thump her tail against the wooden deck.

“Traitor,” Delaney whispers before returning to her work.

“It’s good to see you Lanes.”

“Don’t call me that,” she says quickly and Mat feels a pang at the harshness of her words. He doesn’t have time to dwell on it as Delaney speaks again. “What are you doing down here Mat?”

“I wanted to see you.”

“Shouldn’t you get back to your girlfriend?” she huffs, putting extra force into her movements and Mat’s brow furrows at the question.

“Girlfriend?”

“The bouncy blonde that introduced you to Cindy.”

“April? She’s not my girlfriend.”

His explanation causes her to pause midway through a brushstroke and it is only another second before she is looking up and turning to face him fully.

“What?”

“She’s dating Anthony,” Matt continues. “She invited us both to this party and Anthony was in the bathroom so that’s why I was with her. She’s the only person I know at this house. Well, besides you.”

“Oh.”

That’s the only syllable that falls from her mouth before she focuses back on her task, although with less force behind her movements. Mat just watches her, his eyes curious, perhaps looking too deeply into her previous words. But before he can think better of it, the question falls out of his mouth.

“You really thought I was dating someone else?” he asks. Delaney lets out a small scoff as she finishes cleaning, wiping off the metal before closing the hood.

“Figured you would be able to move on quickly. I’m sure there’s no shortage of girls in your DM’s that would be happy to take the vacancy.”

“None of them come close to you.”

Delaney once again looks over to him, her movements sharp and that look of surprise on her face again. But this time, the edges of her expression are softened as the words sink in. Mat takes a deep breath, moving one step closer to her and taking the moment he has been given, unsure if he’ll have another.

“Delaney, I wanted to apologize. For how I left things. And I’ve wanted to talk to you about it but I didn’t know when I could.”

“I live right down the hall from you Mat,” she laughs, her tone gentle.

“I know. I thought about knocking. Hundreds of times. I just didn’t think you’d let me in.” He lets the words linger for a moment before he continues. “Any way, um, I just wanted to see you and to at least tell you I’m sorry. And um, I’m happy for you. Private chef… it’s a pretty cool job.”

“Thanks,” Delaney says, her voice soft, a smile appearing on her face.

Seeing her grin helps to slightly ease the ache in Mat’s heart. A part of him knows that this might be the last words he ever shares with Delaney. And even though it is not what he was hoping to come out of the conversation, he was content. It was better than the last time he left her.

Mat turns to walk away, to return to the party and maybe even return to the city and his quiet apartment. But it’s Delaney’s voice that stops him before he can depart.

“Hey Mat,” she calls and Mat turns his gaze to her. “I’m back in the city on Wednesday. If you want to knock on my door, I promise I’ll answer. Besides, I have ice cream in the fridge that I don’t want to go to waste. Maybe we could split it?”

The smile that appears on Mat’s face is bright and knowing, understanding the reference to the way they met almost two years ago: in a cramped elevator with a pint of ice cream between them. He chuckles lightly before sending a hopeful glance her direction.

“I might take you up on that.”

[ibelieveinthejrsupremecy]

HC: Being the youngest member of The Gang

They are all protective, to an extent.

Considering how young you are, at least younger than any of them, they always prefer you not joining on their more dangerous missions.

Always covering for you when J.R questions why you are not present on the dangerous missions often.

"Hey, where the Hell is (Y/n)??"

"Oh, they didn't feel well-"

"Had to use the bathroom-" Ect.

But sometimes Myc will rat you out.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he's still a total asshole about it but that's just how he is.

He's also the one to tease and talk shit to you, mostly in a playful way, but eventually he will inevitably go too far without meaing to.

If you react all upset and maybe close to tears; Myc will feel like total shit. Like really bad.

He won't say sorry at all, that's not his thing, but he will do something nice for you like doing some of your work or buying you something nice.

But if you react by anger and retaliation, that will escalate your situation. You are mad and therefore it will make him mad.

The only way the situation will be resolved is when HR and Mr. Mothman intervenes.

Like parents making their kids apologize to each other after fighting who gets a turn on the Xbox.

Brett, Gigi, and Andre would absolutely give big sibling vibes 💯

Brett would happily spend quality time with you like having family breakfast, lunch, and dinners together. Having movie nights, playing board games, and sleepovers.

Gigi would take you out on shopping sprees and gossiping with you about anyone, getting manicures and hairs done.

Andre would be the one you can chill with and just exist in the same space with. Unless you wanna party, than he will gladly take you out to a rave, even share some of his stash if-you-know-what-i-mean. But if the hard stuff is too much, than he'll let you have 🍃 instead.

If you were to spend time with all three of them at once?? Whoo! Chaotic hijinks ensures.

Andre would be an absolute menace and try to drag you in crazy situations, while Brett tries to stop you guys and freaks out as Gigi records the whole situation.

Reagan would be... initially uncertain about you. Maybe even suspicious.

You can't blame her, in her work you could've been some sort of sleeper agent or something.

But she would warm up to you and would maybe even try to help you with anything you struggle with. Whether it would be paperwork, a mission, anything work related. Anything else that is more personal? She'd fumble and be super awkward about it and would stear you to literally anyone else with help for personal stuff.

Glenn would almost be fatherly, in a way, not too much since you are a full-grown man/woman/person. But it would be hard to warm up to the man and dolphin hybrid with how he can be sometimes.

Sometimes a little distant but seeing how young you are, it would bring up his more paternal.

Would absolutely teach you how to pay taxes, how to drive, or even how to cook if you don't know how to do any of these.

If you ask him for any stories in the military, this man would fucking cry and start going on and on about any story from his time in the military.

[blujayonthewing]

17, 28, 31 and 32, for Melliywk!

17. how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

In general, gnomish childhood is for exploration and trying new things, so a little bit of all kinds of things! But, in particular, she got into tinkering really young-- one time as a little little kid she woke up early and borrowed her dad's alarm clock to take apart; it made him late for work, but it also resulted in Mel getting her very own alarm clock, as well as her own beginner toolset and strict instructions to please ask for her own things to muck about with, lol. Her mom's the handyman of the house, so she learned a lot about various hand tools and basic repair tasks from her, and she was definitely doing rube goldberg setups and Sid Toystory type shit in her room all the time. She also has a lot of really fond memories of going out on bug collecting daytrips with her dad!

28. how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

Melliwyk does a lot of teasing and playful banter; she's a little bit just like that in conversation in general, but for example she (lovingly) picks on Zhartook a lot, lol. She tends to be kind of self-absorbed-- not in an egoistic way but just, you know, wrapped up in her work and not really thinking about other people, so she's not always proactively caring towards others, but if she can get outside her own bubble at all once in awhile she can be surprisingly thoughtful. One of her main love languages is acts of service-- she's always delighted to put down whatever she's doing to help others when asked, and does a fair number of projects just on the basis of 'might be nice/ useful for [friend]'.

On the other hand, she's not subtle about disliking others, or even being temporarily mad at them, lol. She can be kind of a petty little shit, frankly-- biting sarcasm and cold shoulders. At the very least, she's not as warm and friendly as usual, and certainly not playful. She's had sort of a... precarious falling out with our bard that I frankly don't wanna get into but the point is it kind of doesn't feel safe for her to be obvious about her dislike for him :') But she's just sort of withdrawn from interacting with him more than she needs to, and maintains a baseline politeness at most, neither of which is too hard to manage when she can tend to be kind of a recluse anyway.

31. do they like receiving gifts? giving gifts? what is their ideal gift?

Gift giving is her other biggest love language! She loves making things, much more than she cares about having things, so she really likes making stuff for her friends, whether it's something she thinks would be useful for them or just something she thinks they might like or appreciate. She's also (usually) happy, if not excited, to get magic items into the hands of whomever in the party would make the best use of them, or to loan out hers if she's not willing to give them up permanently (like the cloak of elvenkind, which was a gift, or the ring of the depths, which has shockingly powerful magic in it for a novelty item [at-will shapechange, but only into very low level sea animals] and is an artifact of an ancient artificer she admires; she's even offered to let our fighter borrow the enchanted nightcap she literally never takes off because of chronic nightmares, if she thought it might prevent nasty people casting Dream on her to fuck with her).

She also does absolutely like receiving gifts! On the receiving end she's very much an 'it's the thought that counts' person-- any gift that the person clearly meant sincerely is going to make her happy and be greatly valued, whether it's something really thoughtful and personal or just a gag gift they thought she'd think was funny. It'd be hard to nail down a specific 'ideal gift' for her, but obviously any magic item would be top tier.

32. do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?

I don't roleplay this as much as I'd like because it'd be kind of disruptive over video calls as opposed to in person, but she talks to herself a lot, in the form of thinking out loud. She was a hermit for a really long time, and kind of a loner even among others for awhile before that, so she's quite strongly in the habit of rubber-ducking to Baxter, even when he's not actually around. When they first started traveling together I imagine there was a significant adjustment period where she'd start talking conversationally through some problem, Zhartook would answer (likely in confusion), and she'd be startled and maybe a little annoyed because she's not talking to him and also not expecting any kind of response at all aside from maybe encouraging 'hmm's now and then, lol. She also talked to her house's ghost a lot, despite not believing he actually existed; 'Now cut that out' when the wind was noisy in the chimney or 'I'll be back soon, don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone' when she had to go into town, etc.

ask about my OCs :3

[justsomestoicguy]

What Happened?

"Are you asking me to go behind Stain's back, Ran-kun?"

OH MY GOD, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS WOMAN?!

The way Onibi-sensei says it—amused grin, playful lilt—means she's toying with me. My heart's already pounding, and her smile is only making it worse.

But I'm not gonna just roll over. No way.

I clench my fists, forcing a cocky smirk. "Why would you let that info slip if you weren't expecting my question in the first place?" 

She laughs. "Touché."

I keep my gaze on her, trying to figure out where this is going, but she stuns me when her expression shifts to something more… serious? Nah, not serious. Thoughtful. 

She taps her chin, staring off into space. 

"You know, Ran-kun," she begins, voice casual again, "the Founders are currently scattered all over. Some are retired, some are focused on their other lives, and the rest are just... loners."

…

Bro.

Seriously?

I've been stressing about meeting these people, and now I'm told I might not even get to meet at least one?

"But luckily for you," Onibi-sensei continues, "I personally know one of the Founders. Being that Founder's pupil and all."

Hold up.

WHAT.

My brain hits the brakes so hard I almost get whiplash. 

So Onibi-sensei's also kind of a big deal??

That… that explains a lot, actually. 

Why she talks to Stain like an equal, why she never calls him 'boss' or anything of the like—it's 'cause they were both protégés of their respective kingpins.

But who cares about that, Onibi-sensei can take me to a Founder!

"So," I start, words coming out more desperate than I'd like, "will you, uh, introduce me to your mentor?"

Onibi-sensei smirks, crossing her arms. "I could. But you'd owe me one, Ran-kun."

Sh*t.

I don't like this. Not one bit. 

But what choice do I have? If she's my only shot at meeting a Founder—at getting answers—then I just have to suck it up.

So I swallow hard, and nod. "Fine."

The corners of her mouth curve up even more. "Good."

Before I can regret my life choices any further, she whips out her phone and dials someone up (probably Jax). 

And the moment the call ends, Jax pops in—literally. 

"Yo." he greets, giving a small salute.

Jax walks over to us in that easy laid-back way of his. "What you need me for, Onibi?"

"Jax-kun," Onibi-sensei addresses, still all smiles. 

"Can you bring us to Mors-san's place?" 

Jax immediately freezes. Uh oh.

His eyes widen and he tumbles back, sputtering, "What? Why the hell would you wanna go there?!"

Great. Now I'm terrified.

Onibi-sensei just laughs and gestures to me. "Ran-kun here wants to meet her."

Her. 

So it's a woman. Wow. Another terrifying woman in my life. Just what I needed.

Jax looks between me and Onibi-sensei like we've lost our minds. "Nah, y'all crazy." He runs a hand through his hair, muttering under his breath. 

"Alright, fine," he relents. "But I'm only takin' you to the front. No way I'm going inside."

"That's good enough for me," Onibi-sensei says, snickering as she holds me in a tight hug. I stiffen because HELLO?? She's petrifying! And now she's too close for comfort.

Jax sighs and extends his hand. Onibi-sensei returns the gesture, and with the clap of their hands, the world shifts. Next thing I know, we're already someplace else.

My stomach lurches, and I barely manage to stay upright. Doesn't matter how many times I do it, I'm never gonna get used to this teleportation crap.

I look up and see a beautiful, expensive-looking housing complex around me. The big house in front of us is particularly fancy, with a Japanese vibe that screams 'do not mess with me'.

"Ran-kun," Onibi-sensei calls out as she lets go of me.

I glance at her, trying not to let the dread show.

"Ready for round two?" she grins. 

…

"WHA-" I slap my mouth shut before I can scream my head out. "What?!" I settle for a whisper-shout, trying not to alert anyone inside.

Onibi-sensei cocks her head, still smiling. "Mors-san won't listen to anyone she doesn't deem worthy. So we need to prove that we're worth her time."

She pats my shoulder. "Don't worry, though," she assures. "It's me and you versus her, this time."

My brain can't even process the madness this time. 

We're supposed to fight her? Onibi-sensei's mentor? A freaking big league? 

But…

Then again… 

The thought of testing myself against someone that powerful, someone even Onibi-sensei respects… 

It's maddeningly tempting.

"...What's her quirk?" I reluctantly ask, half-expecting Onibi-sensei to actually give me a straight answer.

But her grin just turns downright wicked. "Not telling. This is still a training lesson, after all."

Of course, it is. 

I exhale loudly.

"Fine."

Onibi-sensei snickers at my defeated tone. She leans in close and whispers, "Ah, one more thing—avoid touching her directly, Ran-kun." 

"Wha-huh?" I stammered. That's so f*cking vague! "What do you mean? What'll happen?"

"No time to explain," she shrugs. "Follow me. And try not to die."

TRY NOT TO DIE?! 

Before I can argue, her shadow crawls up to her and covers her whole, turning her entire form black like her jet-black hair. She then makes her way over the wall.

God damn it, I can't believe I'm doing this.

I reluctantly follow her lead and phase into the wall, praying to every god I can think of that I make it out of this alive.

When I swim around to the other side, I see a woman, probably in her late thirties or early forties (judging by her greying blonde hair). 

Is that Mors?

She's just there, watering her garden like she doesn't have a care in the world. Her back is to us, and she seems almost serene. 

And yet, there's something about her that makes my skin crawl. I can't put my finger on it; I just know that she's dangerous.

I peer over to Onibi-sensei, who's still shadow-clad, and notice something strange.

Why isn't she spreading her shadow all over the ground like she usually does? That's her thing—her way of reading the entire battlefield. 

It's why I'm unable to fight her using my quirk. I can't phase into that sentient shadow of hers—oh. 

Oh, no. 

It's a sign.

A big, fat, terrifying sign.

She's leaving the ground clear for me to slip in. So I can actually help in this madness.

Great. Just great.

Fine. If that's what she wants, then I'll do it, damn it. 

I start phasing into the ground, hoping to stay hidden until the right moment. 

I can't hear what's going on while I'm down here, so I keep popping my head out every so often since I'm a paranoid gopher, trying to keep up with whatever the hell is happening up there.

Onibi-sensei makes the first move.

She rushes forward, aiming to knock the watering can out of Mors's hand. 

But before I can even blink, Mors casually deflects the attack, barely glancing at Onibi-sensei.

"You've gotten sloppy, Mishka," Mors notes, her faint Russian accent slipping through (which only proves to scare me further).

Onibi-sensei, unfazed by the comment, chuckles. "Just a warm-up, Mors-san. I'd hate to overwhelm you right from the start." She grabs a garden spade and swings it wide, aiming for Mors's side.

But Mors merely lifts a rake, parrying the blow with almost zero effort. "Overwhelm me?" she scoffs mirthfully. "You should focus more on your footwork instead, Mishka."

Banter. Of course, they're bantering while I'm over here, slack-jawed. 

Onibi-sensei persistently tries to drive Mors toward a nearby tool shed, but it's like moving a mountain with a toothpick. 

It's... unusual. 

Every time Onibi-sensei goes in for a big move, she ends up getting pushed back to where she started.

Meanwhile, Mors has barely moved an inch. It's as if she's absorbing all the energy thrown at her and reflecting it back.

So maybe… maybe there's something else at play. Her quirk, for instance.

Onibi-sensei darts in again, feinting a left before swinging wide with the spade.

Mors deflects effortlessly, her rake catching the spade's edge with a sharp clang.

"You know, Mishka," she says, her voice almost curious, "there's no need to hide behind that shadow anymore. It won't catch me off guard."

Onibi-sensei just laughs, circling her like a predator. "Maybe, but it still makes it harder for you to see my movements." She lunges, aiming low.

Mors steps back, sidestepping with practiced ease, her eyes narrowing. "And here I thought you were past these tricks. What's this, a throwback?"

"Nah, just trying something new," Onibi-sensei shoots back, twisting mid-air and bringing the spade down like a hammer.

There it is! A chance!

Okay, Ran, you got this. Just grab her clothes, hold her down, and let Onibi-sensei do the rest. 

As Mors parries the strike, I quickly stretch my hand out of the earth, reaching out to grab hold of her apron.

My fingers tremble because WHAT AM I EVEN DOING RIGHT NOW—and I almost manage to snag the fabric.

Almost.

Mors's eyes flick to me, and before I can react, she whips the rake toward me like she knew I was there all along. F*CK!

I freak out and immediately retract my hand back into the ground, right before her rake pierces the dirt and causes a crack in my phased space; a glitch that sends a jolt through my entire body.

Damn it!

I surface again, desperate and shaking, but I'm not giving up. 

My hand now clutches a small piece of Mors's apron—a tiny, torn scrap of fabric. It's not much, but it's something.

I prepare to throw myself at her, but before I can, Mors raises a palm, her sharp gaze landing on the scrap in my hand. And I don't know if I'm tripping or not when I see the corners of her mouth twitch up a little.

It disappears just as fast as it appeared, though, and she turns her attention back to Onibi-sensei. 

"You held back, Mishka," she remarks. "For your guest, I assume? Someone whose quirk won't work if it touches your shadow, perhaps?" 

HOW CAN SHE TELL JUST LIKE THAT?!

Onibi-sensei simply shrugs, unbothered in the slightest. "There's no deeper meaning to it. I'm just trying to hone my senses," she replies playfully, her shadow slinking down her body and onto her soles. 

That's definitely not true, but I think she's also serious when she says that.

Mors's eyes flick to me again, and I feel like I'm going to explode. Don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me—

"Not bad, Malchik," she expresses, almost approvingly. "You've got guts."

I blink, completely thrown off guard. 

Not bad? 

NOT BAD??

I ALMOST DIED!

I look to Onibi for some kind of backup, but she's just standing there with a big stupid grin on her face.

"Well, Mors-san?" Onibi says, leaning on the spade. "Will you hear us out?"

Mors sighs, but it's not an annoyed sigh. More like a 'fine, I'll indulge you' kind of sigh. "Very well," she nods, glancing between us. "Let's talk."

And just like that, it's over. 

She turns to lead us inside, and I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding.

What the hell just happened?

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[nuggets-and-stars]

Um, if it's okay, maybe do headcannons of pets from LPS. I'm mostly interested about how ticklish they really are.... I mean if it's okay with you....

Yessssss let's do this thingggg

Note: when I refer to them, I imagine them as human in an au of some sort. But you can just imagine them as the pets if you want :)

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🧡Russell 🧡

He is a very frequent victim to tickle attacks

He is just so uptight and cautious of course he has to get wrecked

His death spot is definitely his armpits and thighs

Russell is very self-conscious about his body so he gets super flustered with belly kisses

Can't stand squeezes or squishes

His laugh is pretty hiccupy

He's pretty air ticklish

Literally any kind of teases will destroy him

Doesn't get lee moods often, but when he does, it's bad

Sunil and Vinnie team up against Russell constantly

Russell definitely prefers to be the ler

He sometimes just tries to find excuses to wreck them

He would definitely tickle one of his friends for being too reckless

He's the group dad so he probably be a bit of a silly ler

I think Vinnie, Sunil, and Pepper would be his favorite victims

because they're little shits

Gets super nervous after he wrecks someone

"Are you okay? Did I go too far? Do you need anything? Water-?"

💜Zoe💜

She gets all giggly with neck kisses, let's just get that out of the way

Her stomach is definitely a weak point

Zoe wears crop tops quite often as a nonverbal way to ask for tickles

Unfortunately for her all of her friends are obvious

Either that or they act like they don't know what she's doing and they won't do anything until she actually asks

Teases like "Who would've thought that the mighty Zoe Trent is ticklish?" absolutely send her

She also hates it when people point out her snorts

bonus for if we're talking pet or anthro: she tries to deny she's having fun until someone points out her tail is wagging

Zoe loves using anticipation. It's, like, her favorite thing to do

Wiggling her finger, hovering over a bad spot, etc

She will use the word tickle against you

Whispers teases in your ear

She has very long nails which is perfect for skittering

If she feels close enough to the person she's wrecking she'll do ticklish kisses on your belly, leaving lipstick marks, which just flusters her lee more

❤️Minka❤️

(Couldn't find any pink hearts so this'll have to do)

Won't deny the fact that she's having fun or enjoys tickling

Will flat out say yes if you ask she's ticklish

Which flusters her friends more than it could ever fluster her

Her worst spots are probably her sides and ribs

Her friends definitely wreck her to get her to get all that energy out and to calm down

Teases don't really work on Minka all that much tbh

She just doesn't see why it's something to be embarrassed about

But when she realizes her friends get flustered and embarrassed by the mention of tickling and teasing...

Yeah she shows no mercy

She'll just bring up tickles randomly in the middle of conversation purposely wiggling her while the others are like 😳

And Sunil probably chokes on whatever drink he had

She's a very playful ler

Does a lot of vigorous pokes whenever her friends are least expecting it

Whenever she full on wrecks someone she likes to keep them guessing. One poke to the side, squeeze the thighs, pinch the hips, scribble around the ribs, and raspberry the tummy. You can never guess what her next move is

Says tickle a lot. It drives her victims up the wall

🖤Penny🖤

Like Russell, she is also very insecure about her body

Which means a lot of comfort tickles for when she's feeling self-conscious

She has some stretch marks so gentle traces get her all giggly and melty

She's super sensitive to raspberries

Just mouth tickles in general actually

Her giggles are very bubbly and high pitched

Penny is a very cuddly, gentle ler

Probably too gentle

She's just afraid of going overboard can you blame her

Her teases are full of complements and gentle cooeing

Perfect if she's using cheer up tickles

💚Vinnie💚

This boy is the most air ticklish person alive

If you so much as twitch your fingers in his direction he'll start giggling

Bratty mf

"Pfffffttt, what are you gonna do- waitwaitwaitwaitwaitI'msorry-"

His laugh is very giggly with some cackles thrown in

He's very embarrassed about being so ticklish

His ribs and waist are very bad spots

Also his ears. Stay away from his ears

Starts fighting until you actually start to tickle him, then he just goes limp

I imagine as a human he'd have a bit of a stubble so he'd definitely use that to his advantage

Mouth tickles from him would be a nightmare

Vinnie loves to team up with people. Minka, Pepper, especially Sunil

They are a very scary ler duo

He likes to act oblivious to what he's doing, knowing full on well that his lee is dying

"Huh? Why are you laughing? I'm not doing anything... can you speak up? I can't....... Ooohhh I'm tickling you? Really?"

💙Sunil💙

He also gets tickled as a way to calm him down

Sunil is just such an anxious little guy, he just needs some assurance sometimes :)

His stomach and feet are his worst spots

His back is also surprisingly ticklish

There are times when his friends has offered to give him a massage to calm him down that ended with Sunil fighting for his life

Very sensitive to teases of any kind

He is like.... a surprisingly good ler

Whenever he teases he does it in such a tone that I can't even describe

But it's so different from his usual voice that as soon as he goes into That Voice, the victim knows they're in trouble

His teases are so mean istg

He can do any tease FLAWLESSLY

His favorite thing to do is corner a lee and describe in detail just how he's planning on wrecking them

🤍Pepper🤍

Her laugh is the cutest thing anyone has ever heard

I mean... have you heard it in the show???

Her worst spots are her neck, armpits, and bellybutton

Just stick one finger in there and she's deceased

Quite the squirmer so look out

She is a big ol' tickle monster. She knows exactly which teases get who and the methods that'll get the best reaction, knows everyone's worst spots

She was very cocky about her tickle monster status. Until Vinnie saw a funny meme on his phone and lightly elbowed Pepper's ribs to get her attention, which caused her to giggle. Loudly

.... While everyone else was in the room

They all got their revenge on Pepper that night (they provided aftercare though they're not monsters)

But they never let Pepper live it down

Pepper is scaringly good at raspberries and nibbles

[crimneo]

Honest feelings

(Crimneo Skit)

Ragna and his Master Jubei were catching up with each other before they were ambushed by an unusual group of enemies.

Ragna (exhausted):  *huff* *huff*  Damn it!

Jubei:  Stay up Ragna.  These guys aren't gonna show mercy.

Ragna:  Yeah I know. (Catches breath) I know..

Ragna gets back into a fighting stance as he stares down at his opponents.

Jin:  Brother… It's time we end this.

Nu:  Nu will make sure you enjoy our time together.

Susanoo:  We will be sure to make you regret your transgressions against us.

Ragna:  (wipes blood off his mouth)  Since when did you three start working together?  Always figured you all were too self-centered to team up with anyone.

Susanoo:  We've found unity within our hatred and with that we've created a compromise.

Jubei:  And that compromise got something to do with killing Ragna?

Jin:  Not quite.  As much as killing brother would bring me joy, we are focused on an entirely different matter.

Ragna:  If killing me is not what you're after, then why are you trying so hard to beat me down?

Susanoo:  Crushing your spirit is part of our objective.  Once you are broken, you will be more than willing to carry our demands.

Ragna:  Like I'd listen to anything you have to say.  And what could be so important to get you guys to team up?

Jin:  You want to know what we're after, brother?  It's simple really.

Nu:  We want you to break up with Neo.

Ragna:  What?

Jubei:  Ohhhh, that makes sense.

Ragna:  What?!  What does she have to-!  Wait… this is because we kept screwing with you guys isn't it.

Jin: You've done nothing but taunt us with your… “lovey-dovey” act every chance you get.

Susanoo:  I can't even focus on destruction whenever you get like that.  It’s so disgusting.  An abomination like her shouldn't feel happiness, especially if it’s through my enemy.

Nu:  Nu was created with the sole purpose to be with Ragna, but if someone else is with Ragna, then Nu won't have anyone.  That Neo… is a target.

Jubei:  So you plan to beat Ragna down and get him to break up with her so you can… What? Go back to your normal lives.

Jin:  Once everything is back to normal we can go back and live the way we used to.  I get to finally chase you down like the old days.

Nu:  Ragna will belong to Nu.  Just as the way it should have been.

Susanoo:  and I can finally focus my efforts on laying waste to this land.

Ragna:  Why would I ever want to go back to those times!  You guys are a pain!

Susanoo:  Though we could be even worse.  As long as you stay with that “garbage”, we will continue to make your life true hell!  If you cut off ties with her, then we, even I, will show some mercy towards you.

Jubei (curious):  (Turns to Ragna)  Ragna, your choice?

Ragna:  Isn't it obvious, Hell No!  If you're still gonna give me problems anyway then what's even the point.

Susanoo:  You could lessen the pain we'll bring as long as you keep away from her.  I see many leverages from that.

Jin:  She's not worth the extra suffering brother.

Ragna:  Whatever your plotting literally could not be any worse.  My life's already hell, what more can you add?

Jubei:  Ragna you're talking about fighting your biggest enemies all at once for what could be for the rest of your life.

Ragna:  I know what I said, and I know what it means.  But like hell I'm backing down just cause they say so.  You wanna break my spirit, well you can damn well try!

Nu:  …Why?  Why Ragna?  Why are you so determined to stay with this girl?

Jin:  It must be some kind of brainwashing.  I still can't believe my brother would fall for someone like her.

Ragna:  (blushing)  Honestly, I still don't know why I love her!  (Looks down)  All I know is that she makes me feel things that I haven't felt before.  She's a damn criminal, she's a troublemaker, she can be devious and also pretty darn sadistic; and yet... she can also be cute, cheery, sweet, and playful. She's also very skilled, very competent, and very clever; my heart won't stop beating whenever I'm around her and no matter what I do I can't seem to get it under control.  Maybe I'm not in love, maybe I'm just going through some phase, maybe this is all just some long term manipulative tactic that someone's trying to pull on me, but whatever it is (Looks up) she's the only one that gets me like this, and a part of me wants it to stay that way.  Until then… until I get it all figured out… (Raises sword) I plan on staying with her!

Jubei:  Damn kid, you fell hard.

Jin:  You've lost your way brother.  (Readies weapon)  You've forsaken what we had!

Nu (Sad):  Ragna… how could you?  (Readies swords)  You've made Nu... very upset!

Susano’o:  It appears you have made your choice.  I suppose we'll have to do this the hard way.  (Gets into fighting stance)

Ragna:  (Shit-eating grin)  Fine by me!

Jubei:  I'll be right beside you Ragna.  Though I gotta say, I respect all that talk you gave, didn't think you had it in you to say things like that.

Ragna (Embarrassed):  Uh- What do you care?

Jubei:  Think you got what it takes to say that to her up front?

Ragna:  Just forget about it okay.  We got things to do.  (Charges in)

Jubei:  Yeah just uh… (Ragna isn't listening)  Something tells me she already heard it.

As Ragna fights the others, Jubei looks at the inside of Ragna's jacket as he sees what appears to be a “bug” device for listening in on conversations.

Jubei:  If this girl really is like anything Ragna said she was; then I'm guessing that came from her.

~~~

Torchwick:  So how's that “bug” coming along?  You've learned of any deep secrets yet?

Neo didn't respond as she tried to hold back her blushing face.  She thought to herself:

‘I knew he was in love, but I didn't think he was this passionate.’

[easy-revenge]

Hii

So many people are calling Himeno a groomer and pedophile. What are your thoughts?

hellooo

oof.

ive seen the hate and slander for himeno on all platforms first hand. let me get some things out of the way first:

i do not defend himeno, nor her actions regarding denji. there is no defending that. it is what it is.

i can speak more on what ppl target her for though, bc i think its interesting.

(DISCLAIMER: opinions, in this case mine. no one has to agree with me. i have a lot to say but if you're not willing to listen and don't care about my pov, kindly move past this post. thank u)

the vast majority of ppl hating her that ive seen and/or interacted with online always find a way to get aki involved into the conversation. that's bullshit and i wanna speak on it before i touch on anything else.

aki is around 22 years old.

there is a tiktok here from one of my fav creators breaking that one down since a lot of ppl misread his introduction scene and thought he was 19:

with that said and done, there is nothing weird about aki and himeno whatsoever (ive seen ppl hate her for getting him into smoking which, ig fair, but lets be real for a sec and realize that even not knowing the spoilers, its pretty safe to assume that lung cancer is not what's gonna take them out). aki was around 19 when they met, which makes him a minor, but there was no hints whatsoever about himeno liking him until later on.

she didn't "watch him grow up" or "groom" him. she is in love with him in the present, when they are both of age. she knows aki has feelings for makima and doesn't cross any boundaries as we see both her and aki are comfortable being close with each other and initiating contact.

with the aki bullshit done, let's go back to the real thing: denji.

again, what himeno did to denji is inexcusable. there is no way around it. the fact that she was drunk doesn't serve as an excuse bc she still very much is the adult in the room and should've been more responsible.

i want to however talk about the terminology.

groomer.

a groomer is someone who builds a relationship, trust and emotional connection with a child or young person so they can manipulate, exploit and abuse them.

^ this is copy pasted from a dictionary. ring a bell? yes, that's literally makima.

himeno on the other hand did none of those things to denji. her offering him a kiss was more of a joke than anything else (plus she didn't know he was 16 back then) and she never had an ulterior motive for getting close to him.

im actually fairly certain that ppl call her a groomer more regarding aki than denji bc aki is the one she's known for a longer time and has had an effect on. i won't go back into this. utter bullshit. aki is not a child and himeno is not manipulating him. next.

the pedophile allegation is a bit of a rougher one to talk about. himeno initiated this playful flirting with denji at the start of the eternity devil arc, not knowing his age. she said explicitly right after that she "loves teasing boys" which implies that it was more a joke than anything else and considering that we proceed to get numerous flashbacks that let us know how deep her relationship with aki is and how genuine her feelings for him are, we can safely assume she does not give a fuck about denji.

the actual act that brought on the "pedophile" term happens when she is drunk. this, again, does not excuse her but i think can speak volumes about her state of mind. we know she gets extra flirty when she drinks and by the time the kiss happens she's tried to outdrink makima which means she's literally hammered. she is also drunk, significantly less but still, when she finds out denji's age. we know she is present enough for that info bc she remembers it the next morning when she brings it up, but again i dont think processing and comprehending information works just as well when you're half a dozen draft beers in. i dont have something more solid to say about this besides: she was really drunk and made some really bad choices bc she is irresponsible, flawed and generally messy as a person.

i dont feel comfortable calling her a pedophile. it doesn't ring that true to me. i dont think she is genuinely attracted to denji or would want to have sex with him while sober.

she knows it was wrong the next morning and she brings it up. that also shows that sober and with a clear mind she doesn't feel the same way.

the act itself is still horrible and inexcusable, but i think her thought process matters when it comes to assigning terms to her.

at the end of the day, i cant fight the ppl who do call her a pedophile. she did in fact attempt to have a sexual encounter with a minor. end of story. i mostly went into depth about this to talk about the aki thing bc it keeps popping up.

as for me, i choose to not erase her entire character over that one scene and reduce her to what ppl see her as. her arc is very well-written. SHE is very well-written. i keep recycling my words from my other posts but i think she is a perfect reflection of the universe she is in. we know she drinks and numbs everything out. we know the kind of dependency she has when it comes to aki and how it can cloud her judgment. she is very messy as i said and fundamentally flawed. but i loved seeing a broken character.

in a series like csm where denji can get cut in half and get back up to fight, its important for me to have characters like her to make u rly feel the impact of living in a world like this.

also the easy revenge storyline was dope as shit.

that's all about my thoughts on this, ive beem wanting to articulate them for a while, thank u for giving me the chance !!