#although my hair is thin af so...?

[gotta-bail-my-quails]

woah did not realize 3 inches was that small

[carnal-lnstinct]

☆☆ Pairing: Toji x Reader ☆☆ Content: ( fluff, comfort fic, established relationship, reader is Megumi's mother, 4-year-old Megumi, bedtime story ) ☆☆ A/N: I always thought my first Toji fic was going to be nasty af but now I just want him to have his family with all the softness they deserve ♥.

Megumi peeked through the crack of the door into his parent’s room, his small silhouette obscuring some of the light from the hallway. He brightened the room further upon slipping through the door and then closing it partially behind him, wandering over to the bed. He approached the smaller blanketed lumps and stood there for a moment as he contemplated the best way to wake up his mother. As he reached up with both hands to give her a nudge, he hesitated to make contact when a deep sound suddenly resonated in the imperfect darkness.

“What is it?” Toji's voice addresses him without so much as turning over, giving no indications that he was awake. Megumi didn't know if his entering disturbed him, but he clutched back his hands when his voice surprised him. “Why're you out of bed?”

Megumi was sure he was braver than he felt, until he felt alone with his father. "S-sorry..." When trying to speak up, he is only able to stammer across his words.  Able to get across “monster”, he eventually headed over to his father's side of the bed where his voice just became quieter. Almost embarrassed that he suddenly couldn't speak as well as he did, far beyond his years. His soft sounds did reach his mother's ears and naturally, her instincts woke her. She turns over, facing Toji's back and seeing the wild hair of their son shift just over his figure. 

“Megumi? Wha’s’matter?” Her voice croaks fresh from a heavy sleep, lifting her head to get a better look at him on the darker side of the room. Megumi's confidence returned now that he heard her awake and he looked to her, speaking more clearly.

“Dad’s worm ate the monster.” 

Toji who didn't bother to even open his eyes after Megumi entered the room, arches a thin brow at his son's response.

“...Oh.” His mother answers, surprised but skeptical of what a child’s imagination could conjure in the middle of the night. She played along however, hopeful talking it out if he was scared about a bad dream would make him feel better. Nothing's ever made him come into their room like this before. “Daddy has a monster-eating worm. That's handy. Ya saw this in your dreams?”

“No. Outside my window.” Megumi quickly clarified. He doesn't realize he's nervously twiddling his fingers together now.

Toji opens his eyes now, tilting his head and looking in Megumi's direction.

“Oh…Okay.” She nodded gently, holding her reservations over the matter in her tired state. “Come. Come on.” She gestured a hand for the little one to climb up and join them, lying back down herself.

 As Megumi drew closer, Toji's larger hand gently gripped him under his arm and easily hoisted him up and over, sitting him between them, then returned to his own silent resting position with his back to them both. Megumi crawls up where his mother’s hand patted the small space made for him, wasting no time in getting under the blanket and curling up closer to her. Although he's not sure he can actually sleep after what he saw or if he wants to with that. It gave him such a bad feeling. But he did know he wanted to be here with them, away from the “monsters”. A gentle hand strokes his hair back before his mother's arm tucks around him to hold him close, reminiscent of how she used to hold him when he was much smaller. The unnerving feelings inside his little body faltered with that, just as quickly as they shook his sleep away. Yet he was still wide awake now and the sight still played in his mind.

“Can I…have a story?” He gently asked, shifting his head under his mother's chin.

She hums through her sleepy tone thoughtfully, then affirmatively. She yawned, “Yeah. Let’s see...How about a story with…” Pausing, she searched her own mind for whatever creative juices were available in the middle of the night. Searching for a story with something revered, fearless, and inspiring… “...A dragon.”

Looking with interested wide eyes, Megumi nods and gets more comfy in her warm space, making her smile. She closed her eyes and spun her tale.

“Okay. So…once upon a time, there was a dragon as big and powerful as any other in the world, and looked just as mean as the next… But unlike the other dragons around him... he couldn't breathe fire. The others all thought he wasn't as powerful as he seemed because of that and weren’t very nice to him. It wasn’t fair to the dragon and he didn’t like that one bit, giving him a bad temper. Once he had enough of it, he left his home on Dragon Island to make a name for himself. But he didn't realize leaving his family made him lonely.”

“I don’t get it,” Megumi interrupted. “If he’s big and strong anyways, why don’t he just stay and prove it to the other dragons?”

She opened her eyes, looking forward as she held Megumi a little closer. “I think because… Dragon Island and all the other dragons that looked down on him were all he knew in the world. A young dragon might have ended up lonely all the same if he just defeated them all. It wouldn't change how they made him feel.” 

“It wouldn't?” Megumi asks, invested in this lonely dragon. 

Toji’s head shifts against his pillow, ear turned toward his wife and child.

She shook her head at Megumi. “Despite what he could do, if he couldn’t breathe fire like them then what he could accomplish wasn’t deemed valuable. Uh...“Dragon-y”, ya know? He'd just be... a monster.”

“Oh...” The little one answered.

“So when he grew up and left home, he developed a reputation for being such a mean and surly dragon that terrified everyone in his path. The dragon enjoyed being that way for a long time too, since it made him feel as powerful as ever and forget how lonely he was on his own.”

Megumi sits up slightly looking at his mother. “-That's good then. Everyone knows he's strong and brave now, so he can go home.”

She smiled, impressed by his observation of the fairy tale but shook her head again indicating otherwise to his words. “He didn't want to go back anymore.”  Megumi settles back down and puts his head on the pillow so he can watch her as she continues. “The dragon decided he would rather be free with his anger and his power, feared by all, and that was all that mattered to him. Until one day he met another dragon... who also couldn't breathe fire.”

“Did the other dragon make him not angry anymore?” The little one inquired further on the story. This time, Toji turns on his back with his head turned to face both of them.

His mother smiles at his keen guess, eyes meeting Toji’s in the dark room. “Yeah.”

Looking back to Megumi, she pulled him back into her cuddle and gently patted his back. “The other dragon didn’t live among her kind either so she was alone too. Not because she couldn’t breathe fire, but because she wanted to find a new home with…no idea what to look for...just stories of what it should be like.” She hears Megumi’s deep yawn and feels his weight shift and settle again. “The mean dragon started to see how beautiful this other dragon was for living with an inability to breathe fire, not like any other dragon he's seen before. In no time, he started to change and because he enjoyed the happiness given to him, they fell in love. They got married and shared their first kiss, and when that happened the two dragons turned into a prince and a princess.”

Megumi’s eyes were drifting until the last sentence caught him off guard, eyes widen again looking up at his smiling mother now watching his father.

“...It turns out that the dragon wasn't a dragon to begin with, but a prince who was cursed by an old wizard. A true love’s kiss freed him from his dragon curse and that magic also granted her wish to never be alone again, turning the beautiful dragon into a beautiful princess for him. So they could be together. Soon they had a child and were surprised to learn their little prince could breathe fire. In the end, they lived happily ever after.”

While too tired to do more than lift his head, Megumi continued to express his thoughts on the story, earning his mother’s eyes again. “Wait, they couldn’t breathe fire as dragons but their baby could?”

She nods. “Yep. They were blessed with a powerful and beautiful baby prince who could breathe fire!”

As bright as ever for his age, the young boy asks, “Was this story about me all along?” His mother’s eyes playfully rolled, her hold on him loosening.

“I dunno, can you breathe fire? Think I would have caught that. Lemme see.” She teased as she tilted his head back and gently pried his smiling mouth open. Her nose then turns up as she lets out a laugh fanning the air from her nostrils. “Oof! Maybe you can!”

“No I can't!” Megumi’s giggle fills the room before he yawns again and rubs his eyes. He looks over toward his father and finds Toji watching them both with a content smile. A larger hand now brushes down Megumi’s wild hair, then tousling it about in a playful manner.

“You got your story, time to go back to sleep alright?” Toji instructs in a lower, calming tone. Megumi nods, turning to lie facing his father and closing his eyes. Toji's hand was still on his head gently rocking side to side and his mother's hand patting his back helped him stop fighting his sleep, succumbing all at once after a few minutes of silence. 

“Didn’t think he would be capable of perceiving ‘em this soon..” Toji muttered to himself when he pulled back his hand, followed by a large yawn of his own. The soft cadence of his words catches his wife's attention who was on the cusp of falling to sleep herself, heavy eyes partly reopened as she tilts her head up toward him.

“Hm? Who?”

“It doesn’t matter right now.” Toji dismissed it, smirking to himself. There was no denying how interesting it was going to become with Megumi’s abilities starting to manifest. The “monster” no doubt was a cursed spirit if he saw his trained curse devour it. Toji briefly remembered something from when Megumi was born, an internal twinge he masked with analytical thoughts. If there was a chance that his child would be like him or them, what steps should he take for his benefit–when a baby was just a baby– before he realized the green eyes, dark hair, nose, and a promising intuition like his, all highlighted by features from his beloved making his blessing perfect. So of course, his blessing would be everything he isn't, and he had to wonder if he truly cared if they knew from himself or coincidence.

Tonight answered that, and for a while longer they can continue to be invisible to the Zenin clan until Megumi comes into his cursed technique. Toji grins to himself and finds the irony in having something they would want to better their lineage when it comes from outcasts like him.

A shame for the Zenin. His blessing was cursed to be like them, yet he's not theirs to take. They're not without reason to try when Megumi’s technique comes to light and gets their attention, but they're not stupid enough to take that chance. For now, The Black Spot of the Zenin Clan would simply wait and see.

“–‘Surly’, by the way? Really? Why does that sound like you’re referring to me as some old man?” Toji spoke up, pointing out his wife's fairy tale. 

A humored smile grows in her restful face and she breathes a gentle laugh. Another moment passed in silence. “But …she was beautiful? His lost princess?”

“Whatever she is, he didn’t wait for their wedding to kiss her.” He remarked, a witty and teasing smirking in his features.

“Hey now...Nice dragons don't kiss and tell.”

Toji hears the dozy tone as she is barely hanging on to her consciousness now. “She’s worth the fuss.” He voiced tenderly, letting his own eyes drift closed after tucking the blankets over her and Megumi between them. “They…belong with each other.”

“...I love you too.” 

Her runaway dragon prince.

[fuckmymunson]

🎄𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲: Send me a character + prompt from this smut list ;)!

Eddie munson + “God, you feel amazing.”

Completely not inspired by my last post speaking of the song swim by chase atlantic. Short but effective cuz now I'm horny af.

18+, smut, drinking, pool sex 🥴.

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It was late at night, everyone was already back inside, sleepy and desperate for a hot shower. The chilly summer air had a painful bite on your body, nothing another beer couldn't fix.

Eddie and you were the only idiots who decided to stay inside the pool, and as he tossed you another can of cheap beer and slid back to the water, you couldn't help but to eye him. He was shirtless for once, and your eyes lingered on his tattoos and his happy trail, all the way down to his simple black swim shorts. He noticed you staring but he remained silent, not wanting to test his luck.

"Thanks" You muttered opening the beer and taking a long sip, hoping it would calm down your nerves.

"No problem" He shrugged and pulled his hair back into a bun, not missing the way you saw his arms and shoulders flexing. He did it slowly, putting up a whole show.

"My fingers are all wrinkly" You complained swimming to the edge where he was, placing the can on the stone edge and resting your forearms there. Your cherry red swimsuit clinging to your body like latex.

Eddie couldn't help but to stare as well. Everything about you was intoxicating and attractive. The curves of your body, the way your exposed back and neck glistened with the chlorine water. He wanted to yank your hair and smash his lips with yours, he wanted to devour you.

But friends don't do that, I guess.

But, you were so close to him… so, so close.

"Hey, Eds" You called him ever so sweetly. He leaned closer like a sailor attracted to a beautiful, singing mermaid. Close to his downfall. Close to a sin. "I like your hair like that, looks pretty"

"Yeah?" He asked, moving closer again, his naked arm touching yours. His eyes trailed your back to the curve of your ass, and you enjoyed it. Maybe too much. "I like your hair any way"

"You do?" Placing a hand on his arm, you squeezed the wet skin gently. "Hey, Eds"

Although it wasn't the only thing wet.

"Yes?" He could lose himself in the way your voice talked his name.

"Have you ever had sex in a pool?"

"No" His heart skipped a beat.

"Would you like to?"

He was on you in a flash. His lips crashing against your messy and hot. Eddie groaned into the kiss when you palmed him over his swimsuit, rubbing his half-hard. The need was mutual. His hands groped your ass rubbing his cock through the thin, soaked layers.

"Are you gonna let me fuck you?" He asked breathlessly against your neck, kissing your soft skin. "Because I've been dying to. You look so fucking hot in this swimsuit. Like a damn cherry I just wanna pop"

Eddie's large hands spun you, pressing your body against the pool's wall. His big hands squeezed your tits and yanked the swimsuit top down, quickly playing with your nipples. Your head rested on his shoulder, moaning in ecstasy. You could hear the others laughing inside, a reminder of how close you two were of getting caught.

"Do it, now" You parted your legs wider as his hand slid down, pushing your swimsuit away and quickly inserting a finger inside you.

Eddie groaned at the feeling and bit your neck, sucking your skin and leaving flashy marks. He hoped every time you looked at them you would remember him.

"Okay, okay" He nodded and hurriedly pulled his shorts down, his cock now fully exposed.

It really had to be quick.

He wasted no time aiming for your wet pussy, teasing your entrance with the tip, sliding it between your folds and even rubbing the leaky head over your clit sending sharp jolts of pleasure to your body. You whined impatiently and he just giggled.

"I know, I know princess" The pet name made you whimper again, causing his cock to twitch. "Gotta keep it down, okay? Don't want the others to know how much of a dirty girl you are" The bastard cooed at you while he slid in, splitting you open with his big cock.

You knew it was big, but dear heaven. It felt like he was never going to stop.

"Fuck—" Eddie groaned, placing his forehead on your shoulder, panting. You were his irl wet dream, everything he ever wanted. And this was happening. It wasn't him masturbating at the thought of you. "Fuck, you feel so—so good, baby"

You were on the same page, struggling to keep it down as he pounded in and out of you. "God— Eddie you feel amazing" You arched your back and snapped your hips back meeting his thrusting.

"Keep moving like that, yeah, shit. Baby you feel amazing too" Eddie gripped on your hips like if his life depended on it, panting and breathing heavily. "You are so tight— I'm trying so hard not to cum I swear"

"Let's go to your van" You suggested and he moaned in response. "Just grab a fucking towel and help me get out of here— I just want to ride you all night"

You felt his dick twitching inside you at your words. It was gonna be a long night.

[namorslut]

NAMOR / PEARLS OF JADE

SUMMARY: you're a marine biologist sojourning in the Yucatán Peninsula and stumble upon an underwater cave in the clearing of a dense rainforest. expecting to make an amazing scientific discovery you're swept into a spell down the abyss into the reach of a loveless serpent feathered god who will go to any length to claim you as his.

WARNING: yandere!namor, body worshipping!namor, gift giving!namor, thigh gripping, sub!namor (if you squint) hc!siren!entrancing!namor, human!reader, dub-con (i think)

NOTE:  after reading @jottositto 's post i've included some yucatan maya using a translator although it's not 100% accurate. if this came across a native speaker could you maybe give me corrections as i'd like to be as respectful and accurate as possible. ofc the people living in the peninsula will be speaking spanish as this area was colonised and y/n only has an understanding of spanish. thank u and enjoy!! ps: namor?? more like "mi amor" that man had me kicking my toes and twirling my hair in the cinema on friday. this is dirty af i feel like i'm teasing y'all. might write a part two laterrr. no beta so there are 100% spelling errors which i'll check when i got time.

"Me gustaría ayudarla pero en el tiempo que he vivido en ese pueblo, los que se han atrevido a salir de la seguridad de ese pueblo y dentro de la jungla nunca más fueron vistos. Estarías en mucho peligro si te fueras. No creo que tu proyecto de ciencia valga la pena el riesgo.” The short Mexican woman explained.

Her thinning, silver hair was pulled down into two long braids down her protruding collarbones. Her brows were pulled in a frown, revealing creases running the length of her forehead and the outer creases of her beady, mud-brown eyes.

You pleaded with her, your coffee stained research folder clutched in one hand, as you made contact with her elbow gently.

"Pero señora, forma parte de mi trabajo. Fui enviada para investigar los ecosistemas marinos de esta península."

She considered you for a good minute. Searching your unwavering eyes. She sighed and leant toward you, dropping her wobbling voice to a whisper.

"Has lo que deseas, Cariño. Pero que tengas cuidado." she warned, using her eyes to signal you in the general direction to take to enter the forbidden forest. You trailed her eye line and saw a wooden bridge not so far off camp. You bowed to her as a sign of respect.

The journey through the rainforest was an arduous one as the way was shielded by a mass of coiled, everlasting lianas, strangler figs and long, shallow buttress roots along the soil of the shrub layer of the forest which you tripped over several times. You had to slice through the layers of tropical plants in your way with a machete you "borrowed" from a fruit cutter that was left around camp, making your hiking backpack even considerably heavier than it already was. You didn't stop once to admire and take in the smells of passion flowers or orchids as you moved through the brush; you knew better than to let yourself become the prey of the several species of venomous snakes and amphibians native to this rainforest.

It looked to be late afternoon when you stopped by a tributary, crouching over the crystalline water, you followed the stream with your gaze to check for growths of algae when you noticed a dark entrance. You stood up rigid as your breath stilled, you noticed the eerie silence of the clearing. The sounds of bushes rustling, frogs croaking and flapping wings had died down entirely.

There was utter tranquillity. 

You heard a low, rich brassy voice hum a melody from the rocky cave, the sound reverberating to your spot on the damp soil. You dug the heels of your mountain boots as you felt your body being tugged slowly to the body of water, your heartbeat drumming in your ears, your breaths becoming shallower.

The song sounded like one you would hear as a premonition for bad things taking place in urban legends told around campfires, it spoke of men searching to mine riches out of foreign land to find fool's gold instead and meeting their demise at the hand of otherworldly things. Despite the warning behind the unspoken lyrics, you felt your body lull into relaxation.

You saw him rising from the dark aquamarine pool beyond, his eyes glistening a tawny shade of brown. You didn't miss his long ethereal pointy ears and his full lips. His tanned muscular body was slick with droplets as the rest of his body appeared from out of the water. He was adorned in golden bangles and a thick necklace dating from an ancient civilisation, encrusted with what looks like azurite and pearls of jade.

He floated above the surface and toward you. You felt your mouth dry and heart drop to your stomach as a human-looking man flew slightly above the land slowly in your direction. You fought back a scream as the soles of his foot made contact with the ground, and still towered over you despite that. He scrutinised every detail of your face with an unreadable expression.

You breathed in, mustering the courage to speak.

"What are yo-"

He raised a large hand over your face, your vision darkening and body tumbling forward.

You awoke in what seemed to be an underwater cave with overhanging stalactites, you sat up abruptly from the makeshift bed out of bamboo. You noticed the absence of your backpack beside you. Remembering your phone in the jean pocket of your shorts and pulled them out. Scrambling to get a signal.

"Teech ch'íijsajil despierto." a female voice enunciated in a foreign tongue. You flinched, your pocket phone nearly flying out of your reach. Your eyes landed on a blue skinned woman. A respiratory mask covered her nose and mask.

She wore indigenous print robes and held a spear encrusted in emerald jewels. You noticed how her mouth didn’t move, her voice seemed to have come from inside your head as she stood alone in the middle of the rocky cavern.

"I don't understand" you thought, testing your theory out.

A female voice penetrated in your brain again, speaking to you in what sounded like an ancient Mayan tongue.

"Kukulkán in tu k'áataj a buscara. Búukint le, ku leti'. '' the woman seemed to lecture as she crossed the round room and reached into a clam basket by the foot of your mat and pulled out folded sheets of cream coloured linen, extending them to you. You accepted and forced a small smile to show gratitude.

You put the robe on and the beaded necklaces of jade over the dress, which ran up to your mid thigh and was sleeveless. The material was comfortable and baggy over your body but you felt uncomfortable at the lack of bralette you had underneath, leaving your breast exposed. You found a pair of golden strappy sandals at the bottom of the pile which you put on as well.

The woman from earlier came back for you and beckoned you with her hand out of the round room and past hung tapestries depicting ancient Yucatan gods and monsters. She stood behind you, ushering you to go into the room.

"Cha' k" a familiar voice spoke out. The man from the cave turned from his spot facing the painted mural, his back shifting as he smiled at you as you shivered in fear.

"Teech wilik ki'ichpam yéetel a prendas, a wilik ti' beyo' utia'al in reina” he flirted, in a deep, suave tone advancing toward you, you took a step back. Your eyes caught a glimpse of his rigidly sculpted chest, welded in the image of a divinity and the sleek look of his tanned copper skin. 

"Look, I don't know where I am or what you want with me but I certainly didn't mean any harm by stumbling on your cave. I'm not a threat to your people but I wish to be let go." you raised your hand to your chest, gesticulating as clearly as possible your words, shaking your head. The mythical man let out a boisterous laugh at your words, startling you. He grasped your hand in his firm one, raising it in front of him.

"Oh my little angel, I do know that. But I haven't taken you for that reason." he admitted, speaking to you in English as he interlaced your fingers together.

Fucking bastard.

You shook your hand out of his.

"You can speak my language." you pointed, growing irritated with the man.

"Of course, a dutiful ruler needs to be educated of the world around him." he boasted proudly.

"What is your name?" you asked as politely as you could muster

"My people praise me as Ku'kul'kan but my enemies call me Namor." he tucked a strand of your hair behind your head as his eyes traced your figure, wandering down from your budding breast to your legs.

"Why did you take me? What is it you need?" you defied. He cupped your chin gently with his smooth thumb, inclining your head up to his.

You shrugged against him but felt another hand slithering to your lower back, his touch cementing your body in place. His brown irises dilated as his gaze softened.

"Well if it isn't obvious, I want you. I want you to rule beside me and light a match that will burn the world from underneath their inconspicuous feet. Be my queen and I'll give you all that which your heart could desire."

You shook your head frantically.

He's insane.

His eyebrows quirked at your lack of cooperation.

"I see it in your eyes, that spark of passion and resentment. You've been underestimated your whole life. Your life's work is meaningless to the people around you, you're not getting the recognition you deserve." you grunted, bothered by his assumptions. 

"You know nothing about me or my life.” you stated. 

“I hate to disappoint you my angel but you can either bend to my desire of your own will or we can do things my way.” he remarked as he traced his thumb over your lips, pressing a chaste kiss to them. You felt as if every inch of your body was set aflame at his touch. You reclined your head in disgust.

“St-” 

Your mouth betrayed you as it parted open to receive the soft ones of the God before you as his palms felt their way treacherously down your body to the back of your thighs and your nape. You felt your knees buckling together, the flesh of your upper thighs pressing together as you felt heat pulsating from between your legs. You bit back a moan of pleasure as his imposing form bent down to kneel before you. Your eyes widened as his lips pressed against your vee line. You saw a flash of green in his eyes as he looked up to you. You pressed your eyes tightly shut. 

No. 

Suddenly you pushed against the invisible boundaries around you, stumbling backwards out of whatever spell Namor had put on you. You breathed out painfully. 

“Fuck you.” you whispered. 

“Oh?” he enquired, surprised at your incredible amount of resistance. 

She has the spirit of a warrior queen, he thought. I must bind her to me forever.

Namor arose, striding to you. In a single movement, he coiled his arm around your throat; putting some pressure down onto your windpipes as you clawed at his hand. 

He moved you easily against the wall rubbing his nose onto yours, turning his face toward your ear as he whispered:

“We’ll have to go for that second option then.”

[theangryman]

effects on *my* body after roughly a decade on Testosterone

I’ll put intimate details near the end if you want to avoid that.

-> voice dropped. Not really as much as I wanted, my customer service/phone voice still gets read as female sometimes. Read as gay/shy in social interactions, but fair enough. Some of it would be better if I had ever put the effort into voice training/“speaking from the chest” but I just have the voice of a fairy queen and that’s alright. I’d say cracks started a year in, and lasted few a couple years with a decline in frequency.

-> hair growth. Leg hair and pits denser although thinning as I get older. Chest hair started three years in, but by year 5 I was already more of a bear than my cis bf was. Started as a treasure trail, worked up to pecs. Beard growth was slow and study - terrible teenage boy acne beard at year 2, decent even growth at year 4, and since year 9 I’m at Santa Claus tier. (At this point, when I out myself to people they genuinely don’t believe me)

-> hair thinning. This is a recent development. Hairline has begun receding slightly. My widows peak is slightly more prominent.

-> sweat. So much fucking sweat. I had hyperhydrosis pre-transition, but I bleed through clothes now. Embarrassing and annoying tbh.

-> taste. Food tastes different on T. I’m fucking obsessed with gut destroying hot wings and beer. Whiskey tastes better. Subjective af, but when I miss a dose it ain’t the same.

-> red blood cells. I consistently read high on these. Person I’m seeing now says it’s alright, that I need to donate blood. I find the net benefits of testosterone to outweigh possible increased stroke risk personally, but it is important to be aware of.

and the tmi

->menstruation. Stopped *very* quickly, like first shot. I always had weird ones. I’ve had a couple when I’ve missed a few shots.

-> sexual function: clitoris roughly tripled in size, no issues with atrophy or ability to lubricate

and the danger - the ability to make adult decisions while experiencing teenage boy puberty is pretty dangerous. I did tons of dangerous, impulsive bullshit to impress people or because I was horny in my early 20s

[super-unpredictable98]

Inspired by @bisexualnathanyoung and @merrilark I'm here to give my opinions (that nobody asked for) about every single thing Rob has been in.

The Umbrella Academy: really good adaptation, Klaus is a work of art. I wish there were a billion seasons

The Last Bus: I mean... way too little Rob in it, but it was fun

Angel Dust: nice voice, bruh

Robot Chicken: nice voice, bruh. But also kinda gross

Trailer Park Boys: anyone please hook me up, I wanna watch the whole thing. I've only seen clips, love his observations about Canadian pizza

Young Offenders: love how he pulled this off even when he was sick. I live for the part about being gay and the protest scene is perfect

Mortal Engines: I like the movie even though it was way longer than it needed to be, but what the hell was that hair? Where does it say Tom needs to have 2005 pop punk hair?

Genius Picasso: Amazing, heartbreaking. Really shows the importance of oral sex. Also, please never paint a beard on Rob ever again, that was weird af

Bad Samaritan: PERFECT MOVIE, I have nothing bad to say about it

Mute: needed more Luba. This movie made me hate Paul Rudd lol we need to know what happened to Luba!!!

Song of Sway Lake: Ye old granny fucker! Love this movie, although it's a bit pretentious (sorry, Ari Gold! I love you, but you know you make things too poetic sometimes and that can rub me the wrong way)

Dicky: that was weird... that was a bit odd... love it

Geostorm: the three minutes Rob is in are masterful (I don't care what anyone says, the accent was good), the rest of it is pure shit

Three Summers: LOVE IT, but what an annoying protagonist. I'm talking about Keevy. Roland is awesome and deserves the world. Also, it did sound like Smells Like Teen Spirit!

Fortitude: what the fuck was that? This show sucks balls, why is Dennis Quaid involved in this? Vladek is hot though and I'm grateful for the full frontal nudity. Lots of people seem very disturbed by the scene, but I like it

Banshee Betty: represents very well the moment Rob was living love wise lol

Jet Trash: ugggggggggggh Lee is sexy, everyone else in this movie is fucking horrible. I hate every single character, especially Vix. Girl, get a personality. And someone please give Rob a burger, he's so thin

The Bigger Picture: it was good, nothing too special, but nice

Rideshare: CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE, does anyone know where I can find it?

The Messenger: Literally traumatized

Moonwalkers: really good, extremely funny. Love the cast, love the story, love the fake moon landing scene, love the tiger pigs

The Exchange: That was kinda cute, not gonna lie

The Road Within: PERFECT, as a person with mental health issues, I cry every single time I watch it. Fuck you, Marie, you're manipulative af. Rob did such a good and respectful job, I love it

Randumb - The Adventures of an Irish Guy in LA: omfg that was disturbing, but represents LA quite well

Anita B: love it, my Jewish heart swells with joy, especially during the Purim scene. Rob speaking Yiddish? UGH, SO HOT! He should've gotten the role of Max for The Book Thief

Love/Hate: overrated

Mortal Instruments: the only thing wrong with this movie is that there is no second one. I wanna see Simon as a vampire so bad! Iconic lines such as "I don't remember anything she'd want me to forget"

Push It: um... interesting. Lots of visuals and stuff.

Rituals: hippie fantasy and I'm living for it

In Love With...: it was cool, don't get exactly what the hell that was, but I was vibing

Immaturity For Charity: HILARIOUS! Very few times I laughed this hard

Me and Mrs. Jones: I don't care what anyone says, I love this show. Criminal what Rob did to his hair after the pilot, and Gemma is way too stupid to be a functional human, but Inca is our queen. Billy is way too charming and I can't cope

Accused: well, that was sad

The Borrowers: this movie has no business being that sexy. The scene with the motorbike? The scene with the bed? The scene in the plane? Spiller could get it and he's only five inches tall

Demons Never Die: very bad horror movie with a very bad name, but Rob was good in it

Misfits: PERFECTION! Nathan Young is the king of my heart. He can do anything to me, I wouldn't stop loving him even after he trippled himself.

Killing Bono: love the movie, love the cast, the soundtrack is immaculate (SPOTIFY, GET THE FUCKING SONGS IN THERE!), way funnier than I expected. Who tf gave Rob such a low harmony? His voice nearly disappeared.

Season of the Witch: average Nicolas Cage movie lol Kay is nice, love to see him on a horse. The ending was fucking wild. I wonder who we have to exorcise to end COVID

Coming Up - Dip: that was really good! The social commentary was actually kinda deep and relevant. I like the ending

A Turtle's Tale: Who the hell looked at Rob and thought he was the right fit for this role? I like it, but it was weird.

Red Riding Trilogy: HEARTBREAKING, I wanna give BJ a hug

Cherrybomb: love it, love the accents, very much early 2000s vibe and it makes me feel things. Luke's dad deserved better. Love the way Rob says the word tape in this

Ghostwood: um, what? Pop off I guess, baby Rob. Cool accent. Tim is how I imagine Nathan in the high school arc @seanfalco

Lowland Fell: what the hell did I just watch? What was the meaning of all that? Not a single person I know has a reasonable explanation for anything that happens in this

Rock Rivals: Guilty pleasure. Addison deserved better, they did him so wrong! I wish I could see Rob singing in this, but the boyband dances and outfits were really good

BitterSweet: needed more Rob. The neck kisses are just *chef's kiss*. Liam is such a good guy

The Summer of the Flying Saucer: I will do anything to watch this movie. I will suck any cock, fuck any ass, lick any pair of balls! PLEASE SOMEONE GET ME A COPY OF THIS MOVIE

An Créatúr: Bruh... what the fuck? Good job acting in another language and seeing Rob act as a little kid was so sweet. The big baby scene was at the same time terrifying and strangely alluring, don't know what that says about me. For legal reasons I'm not gonna comment on the scene where he's fed cake

Bel's Boys: pretty funny, love the clothes Max wears lol evil genius got defeated

The Clinic: Robbie, baby, why did you do this to your hair? At first, this looked like the beginning of a porno. Love the vulnerability of Shane and that tummy close-up was gold. They really violated his mouth there

Young Blades: King Louie is so underrated! I love him. Every scene with him is just gold. We really needed a spin-off about him finding a wife and all. Wish there was a ballet scene.

Foreign Exchange: Really good! First thing I ever saw Rob in when I was 9. You can blame this show for everything. So many good memories, it makes me feel hugged.

An Cuainín: does this short film actually exist? I never found any evidence of it lol if anyone has it, send it my way

A Dublin Story: wow, just wow. The subjects this short film touches on and the way it handles them are amazing, Rob was so young and his acting was already so powerful. He also managed to make Clocker very funny, I like it a lot.

Song For a Raggy Boy: what a pile of bricks, this movie is very very hard to watch. But it's a fun game of Spot the Rob. Lefties rise up!

The Tudors: I know his bit was cut, but boy did I spend hours watching over and over to see if I could spot him.

[vagueposting-femnb]

“I don’t let my daughter wear makeup/get X hairstyle/wear heels bc she ain’t grown & don’t need to be acting like she is!”

Firstly- sad that the reason you say “no” isn’t health reasons.

Secondly- anyone else consider that none of that makes someone grown? Similar to not using/wearing any of that doesn’t make one not grown?

Ain’t anything grown unless you’re strapping adult toys to the outfit/in the hairstyle. There are nude beaches in various countries where minors aren’t banned from them. On vacation as a kid I met a girl who was maybe a year or two younger than me who informed me that she was topless bc where she’s from girls don’t wear swim tops UNTIL there’s something that needs the support!

“I love seeing kids dress like kids” jfc just say the outfit is cute and move tf on weirdo? Why tf are you making this into something bigger? If a young girl wanted like… hip length box braids & a fitted outfit, that’s her choice- although for the braids, if someone is objecting, I would hope it’s bc the excess weight on a growing scalp probably ain’t the best idea!

I get no makeup- bc kid’s skin is typically more sensitive, they’re actively growing so hormones are fluctuating & that means they can breakout more easily.

I get no hairstyles that involve high tension and/or a bunch of extra hair (weight) bc that’s stress on the scalp. Hell, your head ain’t done growing until at LEAST 16. Hitting growth spurts with tight af hairstyles has probably been why some of y’all got thin hair.

I get no heels bc that’s horrid even for fully grown adults on bones and muscles in the legs and back, let alone a growing child! Hell, ballet can cause issues with how the legs, hips, & spine develop when it comes to children iirc.

The outfit? Should

1) adhere to local decency laws

2) be suitable for the activity.

So yeah, maybe don’t let your kid wear a $300 dress to go play at the park. But if they’re dead set on a dress, lay out their Walmart options 😂

If it’s freezing outside, yeah, maybe don’t let your kid out in yoga/biker shorts & a crop tank top. But if they’re dead set on something similar lay out some skinny jeans, fleece lined leggings depending on how cold it is, etc.

A grown person can skip makeup, wear comfy cute clothes & have their hair done in pigtails or loose braids with those beads or whatever with those little butterfly clips. That’s still a grown ass adult.

Once we quit trying to dictate what style belongs to an age group, everyone can wear what makes them happy. AND! Freaks can quit tryin to be like “well I thought she was older because ____” or “well she was wearing a thong so she must have wanted it” like come tf on.

I don’t ever want it! I’m asexual! I still wear a thong w certain outfits bc I don’t like pantylines. Sometimes I’ll wear boxers instead tho, depends on the fit and how I feel that day!

[edwardwriterman]

You were good enough

During a nightmare, the Arkham Knight reveals a little more then he means too. Jonathan talks to Penguin to confirm this information.

Batman: Arkham (Video Games), Teen & Up, No Warnings Apply, Gen, Jason Todd & Jonathan Crane, Jonathan Crane & Oswald Cobblepot

##Pre-Batman: Akrham Knight, Jason Todd is Arkham Knight, Jonathan Crane is Jason Todd's Father, implied familial relationship, Author has not read the comics, 3rd Person Jonatham POV, slight hurt/comfort I suppose, robins mention##

Content Warning: Homophobia. Oswald Cobblepot uses a gay slur in relation to Dick Grayson. Author is a gay man and thinks its funny. The paragraph this is said in starts after "Cobblepot say with a snort, and Jonathan could tell he wasn't remotely interested in what he had to say.", and ends before, ""A different Robin. Was there a previous one?"".

Headcanon Warning: Jonathan Crane has a gastrstomy tube. Skip the first 2 paragraphs to avoid.

It was late, the moon high in the sky. Jonathan is in the small, corporate-feeling kitchen of the militia dorms. They'd set up base in a mall on Founders Island, the noise from construction all around the island masking their own operations. Unfortunately, though, the half built mall wasn't as finished as they'd liked, leaving them to set up small temporary and impersonal quarters, scattered around it and other newer buildings.

He unhooks the tubing from his gastrostomy cannula, before removing the large syringe, taking it to the sink to wash up. He'd gotten used to eating later and later and as more of their troops snuck onto the island, and he was starting to be needed too often.

He turns to sink on, and for a few minutes the only noise in the room is running water and Jonathan's ragged breathing before a loud cry comes from the Knight's room. Jonathan doesn't move at first, continuing to listen. He didn't have to worry about anyone else coming in- they were the only people in this dorm, and he'd warned the guards to stay out a few months back, when he'd gotten sick of their constant intrusions over the slightest noise.

He drops the syringe in the sink, waiting until he hears quiet sobs start up. The boy wasn't in danger, then, just another one of his flashbacks, and Jonathan was free to ignore him and continue cleaning up.

He doesn't, though, walking over to the Knight's room instead and knocking aptly against the door. "Arkham Knight?", Jonathan waits for only a moment, knowing the Knight wouldn't answer the door like this. Pushing the door open, he finds the Knight sitting curled on the bed, blanket wrapped around his shoulders, eyes wide and tired.

"B-batman…?", The Knight mumbles, sobbing softly. Jonathan can't blame him for that, many of his own nightmares contained the caped crusader too.

He slowly approaches the boy as to not to scare him- something he was remarkably good at, despite what the public may believe -although it doesn't seem to matter, the Knight's head snapping up to him anyway, giving him half a second to reconsider his altruism before he's tackled to the ground, Knight holding him tightly. He hisses in pain as his back hits the hard floor, although still wraps thin arms around the Knight. The Knight couldn't know he'd hurt Jonathan while in this vulnerable state, he was too unpredictable, so Jonathan had to do his best to hide his wince.

"Arkham Knight.", Jonathan repeats, "What troubles you?". The boy is quiet apart from his sobs, and Jonathan runs a comforting hand through his hair, gently hushing the man.

"I'm sorry…". Jonathan listens to the man with pity, he'd heard so many of these nightmares, and they never seemed to get better for the boy. "It is alright, Arkham Knight, there is no need to apologise.", Jonathan assures. This does not seem to help, though.

"I should've been better!", the Knight cries into Jonathan's shoulder, "I shouldn't have gone on my own!". Nothing that Jonathan hasn't heard before during these moments. From what he'd understood after a, rather unfortunate lab accident (he was sure the Knight still blamed him for), the Knight had been a victim at the hands of one of Jonathan's co-workers. Which one though, he couldn't say yet, all of them seemed capable of causing pain like this, even if it was unlikely.

"It's alright.", he whispers in his usual rasp, "It was an accident, you didn't know what would happen.". He wasn't even sure if the boy was registering his words, or just listening to the Batman in his head. He was glad of that, though, Jonathan's words were always based off someone else's actions, and the Knight knew this, working so close with him. It was how Jonathan was able to manipulate people so easily. But it only worked to a fault, and Jonathan was worried that the Knight may come to his senses and realise Jonathan's comfort was reactionary and not born of his true feelings.

The Knight shakes his head, and Jonathan can feel his ribs bend under the boy's strong hold. "No-! No, I should've been better, I should've been better- You were right! I wasn't ready!". A slight change in position and they're sitting against the wall instead of on the cold floor. "You were-", Jonathan didn't know enough about the Knight to construct a proper response, "-young. You didn't know.". His eyes wander over the deep scars in the back of the Knight's head. A crowbar, the man had once bitterly explained. The jagged tissue seemed to be years old, and with the Knight's presumed age it spoke a lot about his childhood. His petting continues, murmuring quietly to his co-conspirator as the man stirs. Jonathan didn't seem to be helping as much as he'd liked.

"I- I should've been a better Robin- I should've-", the Knight hiccups, sobbing harder.

"You were a good-", Jonathan trails off, mind catching up to the mans words. He never really tried to listen to the Knight's words in this state, it was mostly nonsense or the same repeated cries, but this- This was new. This was interesting. "You were good enough.",he eventually settles on as pulls the Knight closer, relishing in the power it gave as the Knight clung to him with desperation.

Jonathan's mind is whirring, eyes staring through the man on his lap. A Robin. He couldn't be though, right? That was be all too easy, all to lucky for Jonathan, and ex-robin coming straight to him, helping him with such enthusiasm- even if it was to further his own goals. Which Robin was he, though? The current was still working close with Batman, and the first was still in Blūdhaven, the Knight had tabs on him. Was there another Robin? Jonathan had been so busy over the years he'd barely noticed any change in the sidekicks, it didn't matter to him, his toxin would work the same on all of them, so why focus on distractions like that? Penguin would know, though, Jonathan thought. That man never stopped his operations, even when imprisoned, so Jonathan was sure Cobblepot would know how many Robins there were, if not just because he had to brief his men on who would stop them over the years.

Jonathan slowly tries to slide himself out from under the Knight, although it was difficult being so much weaker. "You can wait for me here, can't you boy?", he tries to persuade the Knight off him, although he's only met with a tighter grip. "Don't leave me…". Anyone else may have stayed with the boy at his pathetic whimpers, but Jonathan was determined to find out if the Knight's words had any truth to them now, he could've had a more valuable ally then he first thought.

"You will wait, boy.", Jonathan commands, "I will be back.". He gently pulls the Knight off of him, moving so slow sometimes it felt he were still. The Knight grasps at air as Jonathan manages to escape, curling up in on himself. He looked wrecked, and Jonathan was beginning to reconsider his decision. No, he eventually decides, the boy can wait and he will. He'd only be in the next room anyway, he wasn't far. He looks down at the Knight, patting him on the head as some poor attempt of comfort before walking out. The Knight would be fine without him.

He walks back out into the kitchen, moving over to a console on the wall. It was supposed to only connect to other dorms and their compounds outside of Gotham for quick communication, but with shockingly few button presses…

"'Ello?", a bitter voice rings out from the speakers, "Who the bloody hell is calling me this late?!". Jonathan watches as a scowling face comes into view. "Oswald.", Jonathan greets, and the scowl softens a little in recognition. "Crane. Whaddya want at this hour? Am I not chummy enough with Harvey for you?" Cobblepot say with a snort, and Jonathan could tell he wasn't remotely interested in what he had to say.

Jonathan shakes his head, "No. I need you to tell me about the Robins.". Confusion is clear upon Penguin's face, "Ey? About Robin? Well alright then.", the brief confusion drops as Penguin begins his rant, more civil now he knew Jonathan was not about to chastise his war with Harvey again. "Eh, young kid, y'know? Uses that metal staff as a weapon, heard it seconds as some type of shield, probably just bollocks though- Very similar to the Bat, this one, not a bloody gymnast like that poofter in Blūdhaven either. Don't think the Bat's been trusting him as much lately, my boys haven't seen him since the City. Suppose that's not that much of a-", "Oswald.", Jonathan interrupts, not wanting to listen to Penguin's rambling anymore. It was nothing the Knight hadn't already told him.

"A different Robin. Was there a previous one?". Penguin scoffs, leaning back in his chair, "Well if you're talking about that Nightwing menace-", he stops, seeing Jonathan's expression. The cogs seem to turn for a second, before his expression darkens, "Oh the, other-other Robin, yeah alright then. Forgot about that one.". Cobblepot looks off to the side, tongue flicking over his lips in discomfort. Jonathan could tell he was all too far of his surroundings right now.

"Barely a Robin if you ask me, didn't even last 6 months. Joker got 'im.", well there was Jonathan's confirmation, "Sent us some pretty sick clips. Think he was gloating. 'Look what I managed to do.', y'know?". Cobblepot says with a shiver, clearly disturbed by the thought.

Videos. That would help identify the Knight as this Robin, see if he's really telling the truth. "Do you still have them?". Penguin gives Jonathan a look, seeming conflicted between disgust and acceptance at Jonathan's strange question. "Ours got corrupted. Think he just wanted to prove it to us, and give the feature film to the Bat.", Penguin looks around, lighting his cigar. He seemed twitchy-er than usual, put on edge by Jonathan unearthing this subject. "Didn't try to hard to recover them, you understand? Some sick stuff only Joker would do."

Jonathan nods, that was understandable. Still, he was curious, it was in his nature. "Do you have any of it? Thumbnails, still images-?", anything would help- preferably containing his face, but Jonathan was alright trying to match the scars he'd seen over the Knights body.

Cobblepot is quiet, looking off to the side, probably at a different monitor. "Possibly. I'll see if I can't rustle up anything for you.". Jonathan nods, "Thank you, Oswald.". The Penguin looks away, expression a glare again, "Yeah, yeah, save your thanks, you can show it to me with more guns.". Another nod from Jonathan. They'd made sure to overstock their militia, a small shipment to Penguin wouldn't place them in detriment.

The screen flicks to black, and Jonathan is left back in the near quiet. The boy was still crying in the other room, but Jonathan could hear gasping breaths in-between his sobs, like he was at least trying to calm himself.

A small ding comes from the console, and Jonathan looks towards the message. A single image file is attached, and hesitating, wondering if this was the right thing to do- to betray the Knight's trust -Jonathan clicks on it.

A quiet gasp comes from him, surprise, almost. Foggy eyes scan the pixels, brow furrowed. A single man on screen- a boy, sitting on a chair in the middle of a dark room. The barrel of a gun is visible in the corner of the screen, pointed towards him. It was difficult to make out the details, the image so pixelated, but Jonathan strains his eyes, zooming into the image, trying to see any indicator that this was the man now in the other room.

The Robin's red uniform is stained in dark brown patches of dried blood, and small cuts cover the armour, following the pattern of razor wire. His face is bruised, clump of blood sticking to his hair, covering the top of his head. Looking closer, Jonathan's eyes scan the Robin's face, and he finally finds that final piece of evidence. It's hard to see with the quality, but Jonathan swears he can see a scarred "J" sitting on the Robin's left cheek.

He pulls back from the screen, staring at the image, his mind in dispute. Does he confront the Knight about this, would it be appropriate? Or does he stay quiet, let the Knight think his past was still hidden? Why hadn't the Knight already told him, Jonathan thought. Perhaps he thought Jonathan would not help if he knew, or maybe it was something he wanted to forget. Jonathan shakes his head, turning off the console. He would let the Knight tell him in his own time. Jonathan wasn't going to risk his relationship with the boy over some silly past.

He takes a moment to breath, to re-focus his thoughts. He'd promised the Knight he would return to him, and time was dragging on.

Jonathan moves to the doorway. The Knight was still sitting on the floor, although upon Jonathan's entrance he stands up, walking anxiously towards the man. Jonathan initiates this hug, prepared this time for the crushing arms around him, holding Jonathan like the boy was afraid he would disappear. It means something else, in wake of this new information. Jonathan is no longer annoyed at the bruising hold, but instead understanding. Being abandoned for so long you watch yourself get replaced… Jonathan cannot blame the Knight for not wanting to be left.

"You're okay, Arkham Knight.", Jonathan hushes, feeling the Knight's head tuck into his neck, hitting awkwardly at the vent on Jonathan's cheek. "You're safe here."

The Knight is silent this time, not objecting to Jonathan's claims like before. Jonathan supposes this is a development, better than the delirious cries from earlier. "There, there. It's all alright.". The Knight sniffs, and Jonathan repeats a statement from earlier, feeling the boy relax in his arms.

"You were good enough."

[mangodestroyer]

Hence why I would say he's more of a teddy bear than a bear-bear. My idea of a bear would be... a little hairier? A little more casual wear? Probably tall rather than short? Someone who has a total dad body. Aziraphale is more of a plump, proper, and pampered British guy. In fact, you would never in a thousand years guess that he's strong enough to casually lift a boulder half his size like it's styrofoam.

I've personally always hated how conventional beauty even became a thing. Even with all these pushes to promote more unconventional forms of attractiveness, people still default to wanting super-model hot individuals. I say this as a person who has a more unconventional appearance, and who constantly shifts between feeling attractive in a very unique way, and feeling hideous because it just doesn't seem to be what people want. Growing up, it always felt like people wanted tall, thin, blonde haired and blue eyed individuals. Sharp, small noses, perfect proportions (which usually means very long legs for AFAB), certain jawlines, etc. It still feels this way tbh (I've never met a person with these qualities who struggled to get into a relationship). It kind of shocks me how many people get bent over not having the perfect partner (although said people who want perfection tend to be really toxic). I refuse to change myself just to be more appealing to the masses (in other words, ridding myself of my personality and rejecting my gender identity by caking myself in make-up). But it sucks knowing that being yourself and just being different means getting overlooked. I also came to realize, months after breaking up with my ex, that there were so many signs that they may have been lying about finding me attractive. Literally everyone who knew about this relationship even told me so. So I'm not only overlooked, I'm just a last resort option for those who don't want to be single.

But then I see people get into relationships with super attractive individuals with a lot going for them who... don't seem like they should be getting those individuals? Sometimes, it's an old man with a 20-year-old woman. Sometimes, it's someone who is both very unfortunate appearance wise and doesn't take care of their hygiene. Sometimes, it's a person who is seriously a dysfunctional wreck and should probably be getting help rather than dating someone. Sometimes, it's a person who refuses to work (despite not having a disability) and spends so much time playing video games. Often times, these people don't even have a good personality, or really anything going for them and can even sometimes be abusive in some way. They're the types of people who make chronically single people who want relationships say, "How am I still single?" Attraction is weird, mysterious thing.

And yeah, I agree. I think conventional beauty is boring. I think lots of people look just fine. Even people who might not be considered very attractive. I think there are also lots of people leading unconventional lifestyles and who have "weird" hobbies who also seem fine. TV shows where everyone is a hot af mf are so Goddamn boring. All the characters look and act the same. Hell, even if Crowley is generally agreed upon to be a sexy beast in the fandom, not everything about him is "perfect" or conventionally good looking. He has crooked teeth, for one. Some people hate crooked teeth. I personally think that adds to his cuteness. Perfect, straight, white teeth are overrated anyway. They look unnatural and creepy on most people imo. I'm sure Aziraphale would agree on that sentiment. He seems that type who would find Crowley's imperfect teeth endearing.

Well, I think it makes sense that a confused, amnesiac Gabriel would be drawn to Aziraphale. Azi kind of has that motherly nature about him. He looks like a very safe person to hang around. I would probably feel very comfortable in his presence too. I've even wondered for the longest time if that's something that drew Crowley to him. Why he approached him on the gate in the first place.

In my human AU, Gabriel is Aziraphale's cousin. They grew up spending a lot of time together. Gabriel acts a little bit like a mean brother to him at times. He also works in a higher ranking position than him at the same company, which probably isn't alright legally (idk all the laws on this) but I see it happen all the time irl. He totally got Aziraphale a job he wants, but is still an annoying jerk to him at times. He also acts like he owns the place and thinks everyone loves him.

I also headcanon Gabriel as being on the bisexual spectrum. I'm not really sure why. A lot of people would probably assume he's straight, but I just get a vibe from him. I feel like he would usually be more attracted to feminine and non-binary individuals. And I could just easily see him having a thing for Crowley. Basically seeing him/they/her as that weird, hot goth girl. I know he wouldn't like the fact that Crowley is put off by him, and makes that pretty obvious. Maybe he's even one of those weird men who feels like women who don't like them are a challenge to overcome. Those controlling types who love free-spirited individuals (which is what I seem to attract if I attract anyone at all). Which is... yuck! That's probably what Lucifer was to Crowley. Controlling.

Aziraphale knows how to treat the lovely Crowley. He's a gentleman. He respects his boundaries, forgives him for not being perfect, and appreciates so much about him. Crowley couldn't ask for better. Like I said, Aziraphale does have a lot going for him, on top of having a great personality and treating people right. Gabriel probably resents the fact that he's able to attract people like Crowley.

Aziraphale is so fuckin' beautiful wtf

[britishchick09]

i darkened rewrite erik’s face to make it a bit less sunburn of doom-y and more spooky! :o

[t4rt4gl14]

,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ before we drift off to sleep.. :: genshin impact [ 🐝 ]

!! featuring : kaeya. diluc. zhongli.

-> ☆ pt.2 ☆ = childe. xiao

¡!warnings : none tbh!! hella fluff + doing zhongli and xiaos eyeliner + childe being annoying af + diluc washing your hair +[ use of pet names such as darling, dear, snowflake, bby etc ]

requests -> open

a/n -> this was just an idea of how you and [ character ] are preparing for bed but you both get distracted <33 however for xiao and zhonglis part you’re both getting ready in the morning !! -> also tagging @ravenina14

kaeya.♡

you and kaeya were both brushing your teeth before going to bed, until you noticed a colourful small container in the corner of your eye. “wait kaeya look! it’s my face products!”. he looked at you, slightly confused but then you had explained how you use to have a skin care routine but eventually got too lazy to do it regularly 💀. just as you were about to it store it away, “hey why don’t you try it on me instead hm?~”, he suggest before pulling you to the bedroom: lying down whilst taking off his eyepatch. you admire his beauty.

you push his bangs away from his forehead before returning with a towel and bowl of water. he pats his lap, “sit here snowflake”, you sit on his lap and he coos, “ohh~ hahaa might as well grind on me too”, you roll your eyes, along with a chuckle. but soon after you start by wiping his face with water, then applying a numerous amount of face cleansing and softening soaps/creams before washing them off. and patting his face dry.

his cold hand reaches to touch his cheek “woah. so this is how your face is so soft all the time!”

diluc.♡

you huffed and puffed whilst brushing your hair, you just couldn’t understand what you were doing wrong! you put shampoo on it, you condition it and brush thru it thoroughly- why does it feel so damaged. you then thought of a brilliant idea. you walked over to your boyfriend who was leaning in bed, waiting for you to cuddle with him. “diluc bby?”, he hums in response, “my hair is damaged and dry, i shampoo and condition it but it’s still weird ! i was wondering if you could help?”, you question, running your fingers through his soft hair, “of course dove.”

soon you’re both in a bathroom and you’re wearing nothing but a towel. it was so relaxing, diluc was giving a step by step tutorial of what he does to maintain his smooth and silky locks. “do you use hot water?”, you nod, “well from now own use cold water, lukewarm at best.”, he gave a deep scalp massage and made sure to properly condition your hair, especially at the ends since they were most important. [ if you have long hair he’d trim it just slightly! so it can look much neater ! ]

he smiled with a slight tint on his face, “i’m glad you’re happy dove.”

zhongli.♡

you walk back to your bedroom, “zhongli? honey it’s time to go- oh? what’re you doing?”, he only picks a small container of what seems to be red eyeliner along with a brush that has a thin point. you observe his eyes without the strokes of red, “you look so beautiful like this”, you claim whilst kissing his cheek. although you are caught off guard when he cups your face, “stay still dearest”, he orders. carefully drawing on think lines of vibrant red just below your eyelid. when he was done you look in the mirror and swirl in happiness. “oh! zhongli this is beautiful so so beautiful!! do you mind if i try!! then we can match!”, he only chuckles whilst handing you the brush. “ofc my love.”

you carefully draw on his signature look whilst holding your breath, you can’t remember the last time you concentrated so hard. he done it so well for you and you wanted to do the same !! “aaaalmoooostttt done aaaand yup! i’m all done ! how did i do?!”, he looks in the mirror tilting his head, left and right, up and down…and then smiles, wrapping his arms around waist as kisses you deeply, “it’s beautiful my love! you done so well.”

“i wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again dearest”, he chuckles, whilst holding your hand.

[lokis-little-fawn]

Paging Doctor Laufeyson

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Paring: Dark!Therapist!Loki x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4k

Summary: Your therapist Doctor Laufeyson had always been easy on the eye but sternly professional. Will he help you discover your darkest desires?

Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) non con, unprotected sex, male masturbation, dark af Loki, abuse of authority

Inspired by the amazing fic written by @yagurlrosie which you can read here!

“I don’t know Doctor Laufeyson, I’ve been with him for five years and it feels like the spark we had is gone” you say, well aware that the end of your session is looming. You’d been visiting Doctor Loki Laufeyson for the last few months, your life had become overwhelming and your romantic relationship had been waining for some time.

“You say the spark is gone, can you elaborate?” He questions, a fountain pen held between his dexterous fingers and a open black notebook placed in his lap.

“We don’t do anything exciting anymore, every day is the same and.. um.. I’m also bored in the bedroom department” you say, the last part of your sentence being muttered off quietly. Doctor Laufeyson’s free hand now placed in a fist placed just under his nose while looking at you intensely, his first covering his thin beautiful lips as he waits for you to continue.

“It’s just so bland, I’d love him to try something different, anything different. I want to feel desired and sexy and empowered. I just want more” you say, feeling more and more guilty as the words slip from your mouth, your face flushed slightly, Doctor Laufeyson writing a few notes in his book.

“Thank you for opening up about that Y/N, I know that must have been difficult” he replies, just as a gentle toned alarm goes off.

“Ah, that must be our time. I’ll see you the same time next week Miss Y/L/N” he states as you collect your things and say your goodbyes. Doctor Laufeyson walks you safely from his home office and to the separate front door that is only used for clients, making your way through it you get into your car and make your way home.

A few days later you’ve been preparing for a party, you and your best friend have been planning it for a while. You hadn’t really had a birthday party since you were a child and because of this, you were going all out. You’d spend the afternoon getting ready together and just before guests were about to arrive you both realised that although you had brought a lot of alcohol, you definitely hadn’t brought enough. You’d already had a few drinks by the time you decided you needed to go out and buy more.

Leaving your fully decorated flat that you shared with your partner, you both strut down the street as if the world was your runway. You’d both dressed up to the absolute nines, all eyes were on you and you drank in the moment. You knew that this feeling was mostly because you were together, you always had the most fun with your best friend and it was as if your excited energy bounced off each other. You wore a tightly fitted, pastel pink draped dress that had rhinestone details on the thin straps, this pared with some light pink heels. Your hair curled in a vintage style and your makeup done immaculately. Your best friend wore almost the same outfit only shorter and black, her hair pulled up in a slick stylish ponytail.

“Okay so we need more snacks, ice and most importantly more vodka” she says reading from the list she’d written on her phone as she grabbed a trolley. Entering the supermarket you felt very overdressed even though you had gone to one of the fancier options in town.

“I’ll get the snacks and ice, you grab the drinks?” She asks, you nod in reply as you make your way down one of the well lit isles. Grabbing two bottles of Grey Goose you make your way back down to find your friend, looking down at your feet making sure you didn’t trip in your heels you accidentally collide with a tall well dressed man.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You say immediately as you step away from him before you’ve even looked up, his arm immediately darting out to catch your hand before you can fall.

“Your apology is unnecessary Miss Y/L/N” you hear the deep familiar voice say as you steady yourself, your other hand wrapped around his strong arm.

“Mr Laufeyson, what a coincidence!” You say with a bold smile. You feel his gaze travel down your body before snapping back up to meet your face.

“It’s my birthday, I’m just grabbing a few things before people arrive” you continue as you let go of his arm. He looks as he does in your usual sessions, the dark suit he always wears is usually complimented by a jacket. But now the jacket is draped carefully over the handlebars of his food filled trolly, his shirt fitting perfectly, outlining his immaculate physique and bulging pectorals.

“Well that explains your beautiful appearance Miss Y/L/N” he says stepping towards you with an almost lust filled tone before he steps back and readjusts himself. His face immediately spread with worry, knowing he has overstepped his professional boundaries although still certain that he meant what he said. Your face lighting up at his words, a smile spread across your flushed cheeks. Just as he goes to speak again he is interrupted by your intruding best friend.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! I’ve got everything on the list, you ready to go?” She asks, your eye contact with the stunning doctor uninterrupted.

“Who’s this?” She asks, scanning him up and down, a cheeky undertone to her voice.

“This is Doctor Laufeyson, my therapist I’ve told you about, Doctor this is my best friend Y/B/F’s/N” you reply introducing them.

“It was great to see you Doctor Laufeyson, we should really get going” you say blushing as you shuffle on your feet preparing to walk on your pointed shoes.

“A pleasure as always Miss Y/L/N” he says politely as you smile and begin to walk away.

“Enjoy your meat, I know I would!” Your friend says to him and winks provocatively, pointing to something in his cart, as you slap her on the arm gently.

“That’s just disrespectful, you don’t even know the man!” You say a few meters away from him, you hear his dark chuckle behind you as you walk away.

Doctor Laufeyson continued his day as usual, his mind filled with thoughts of his encounter with you. He had tried to push the thoughts down a few times knowing that it was wrong to be thinking so deeply into your meeting, but it was of no use. By the end of the night he had been consistently thinking of you for the majority of his day as he sat at his wooden desk in his office, reading through your typed up notes from your last session. Pouring himself a large helping of red wine into an elegant crystal glass he takes a sip, his mind replaying watching you walk away. Your form fitting dress clinging to every curve, your nipples hardening in the cool air of the supermarket while you talked to him, almost visible through the thin fabric of your dress.

His imagination running away from him as he starts to envision you coming to his office dressed like that or better yet, naked. He pictures fucking you over his desk, for-filling your every kinky craving, making you feel sexy and desired just as you wished.

In the dimly lit office, as his fantasy drowned out any ill feeling he previously had he feels himself hardening within the constraints of his suit trousers, the sensation only fanning the flames of his desire for you. Palming himself through the dark fabric of his trousers he can already feel a wet patch forming, his pre cum seeping through the expensive fabric.

His wandering hands hastily unclasping the buttons of his trousers he pulls his length free from its constraints, quickly springing free and leaving a trail of liquid on his now untucked shirt. Once free his hand works it’s way down his thick shaft, his thumb rolls over the tip spreading his pre cum over the head of his cock.

Sliding his hand down again his heart rate increases as a stifled moan escapes his lips, his eyes scanning the page in front of him picking out words you’d previously said that fuel his fantasy. His free hand gripping down on his thigh imagining you placed on your knees under his desk, your mouth wrapped around his length as he thrusts into your throat.

The noises he imagines you making flooding his head, the moans you’d try and hold in as he slips his length inside you for the first time, the way your tight entrance would grip down on him. His pace increasing on his length he feels his climax building, his free hand now gripping around his balls harshly trying to prolong the inevitable. Picturing your climax pushes him over the edge, his pleasure flooding over him as his hot liquid spills from his tip. His grunts echoing off the walls of his office as he orgasms, the hot ropes of cum coating his chest, mostly settling on the black tie he still wears around his neck.

After cleaning himself up he gulps down the last of his wine and makes his way to bed. He had expected to feel worry, guilt even, but now he still felt nothing but desire. The want to please you, to feel your breath on his neck as he fucks you. As he falls asleep his mind is still filled with thoughts of you, playing over his next move as he slips into slumber.

The remainder of the week dragged by slowly for both of you. Your party was amazing but you had spent most of your week thinking about the way he had called you ‘beautiful’, the way he looked in his shirt and the way his strong hand gripped around your wrist. Loki had also thought about you as a client and otherwise. Almost every night since your encounter he had rehearsed what he’d say to you in his head, he was absolutely certain of what he wanted and he knew he was about to break the golden rule, never ever sleep with a client.

As Wednesday rolled around you made your way to his office, you were happily his last client of the day.

“Miss Y/L/N, welcome” he says as he gestures for you to come inside, you hang your coat up on the coat rack and place your bag on the floor next to your chair. Today you had decided on wearing something that vaguely matched the dress you’d worn on your last encounter with him, a much more casual fitted dress and heeled boots.

“So, how was your week?” He asks formally as he sits in his chair, grabbing his fountain pen and notebook as usual.

“It was fine, my party went well. I’m sorry if I overstepped the last time I saw you Doctor Laufeyson, I didn’t mean to” you say shyly as you blush, heat flooding your cheeks.

“Please, call me Loki. And do not worry yourself, I’m merely concerned about you. Tell me, did you reignite the spark between you and your partner?” He asks as his fist returns to his upper lip as always, serious as ever. You feel your blush growing at his asking for you to use his first name.

“No, if anything it’s been worse. Ive been thinking about what I want and.. this isn’t it” you say, your vulnerability overwhelms you as you feel tears begin to pool in your eyes.

“And what is it that you want?” He asks, his long legs spread open, his note book resting on one thigh as he readjusts himself in his chair.

“Uhm, I.. I don’t know..” your mind suddenly flustered, you knew exactly what you wanted right up until the moment you walked into his office. Now all you feel is uneasy, his piercing blue gaze roaming over your body without a hint of concealment as you shift uncomfortably in your place.

“Would you like to explore that further with me Y/N? To discover what it is that you truly desire?” He asks, his words laced with a tone you can’t quite place, but whatever it is it’s something you’d never heard from him before.

“Uh, yes. I think so” Your reply sounding almost like a question rather than a certain statement.

“Then come here, let me help you” he says as his large hand pats his thigh, a sign for you to come and sit with him. His request is much more of a demand as his previously blue eyes are now blown almost entirely black with lust.

You walk tentatively over to him, the short distance between you feeling like a mile as you will your feet to carry you. As you reach him you slowly sit yourself down in his lap, perched on one of his thighs, your legs pressed tightly together as they hang over his. With one large hand be snaps his notebook closed causing you to jump, placing the notebook and pen onto the floor beside his chair. As soon as his hands are free’d he snakes one arm around your waist, pulling you in closer. Your side now pressed firmly against his chest your hands reach out to steady yourself on his chest, your knee now almost touching the inside of his upper thigh as you feel the heat radiating from his body.

“Be a good girl and undo my tie for me wouldn’t you?” He asks as his other hand gathers your fitted skirt, his fingers grazing up your inner thigh softly.

“Uhm.. D..Doctor Laufeyson.. I’m not so sure about this..” you say, every request he makes making you feel more uneasy by the second.

“Don’t you trust me darling? I am a trained professional after all, I’m only doing what I think is best for you. I assure you” the seriousness now returned to his voice, his movement stilling for a second waiting for you to either comply or run. The uneasy feeling you previously felt now seeping into him as he is once again reminded of the professional nature of your relationship and the boundaries he is swiftly breaking.

This thought crosses his mind for only a moment as you reach up and begin to loosen his tie before pulling it from around his neck. You hold the tie up to him waiting for another command.

“Drop it, now undo my shirt” he demands, his voice still serious as his fingers once again begin to move up your thigh.

Your uncertain hands undo the buttons on his shirt, each one popping open to reveal more of his toned chest. You can feel your wetness gathering as his fingers move, every strategic movement accumulating in your rapidly growing arousal.

“Good girl, now kiss me” he growls, his hand on around your waist travelling up to the back of your neck, gripping you and holding you in place. You realise that every move he has you making, although instructed by him, has ultimately been your decision. In his position of power over you, you know that he is taking advantage of your vulnerability, but god does it feel good to surrender your control to him.

You lean in to kiss him, placing a light peck onto his lips, the grip on your neck tightens as he pulls you down further to him. Within seconds his lips are on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth, desperate for you almost as if he’d never been touched. His free hand leaving your thigh now darting to your chest, diving under the soft fabric of your dress as he grasps your breast. His thumb flicking over your rapidly hardening bud, he moans into your kiss. His sound vibrating through your core, you can almost feel your sensitive nub between your legs throb for attention.

Both of your moans now echoing around the room he pulls your dress over your head, the fabric hitting the floor as he drops it. His eyes taking in your semi nude form for the first time his fingers digging into your sensitive skin as his mind runs away with all of the sinful things he wishes to do to you.

Without direction your hands travel down the length of his torso to the belt around his waist, his eyes darting back to your face as a wicked smile spreads across his lips. Unbuckling the belt you make quick work of the buttons on his trousers, quickly pushing your hand underneath the fabric of his waistband as his length springs free into your grip.

“What a quick leaner you are little one” he growls villainously. In his mind he imagined taking you for hours, teasing you with his cock in your mouth, but now in the moment he wants nothing more than to sheath himself inside of your wet velvet walls.

Pushing the crotch your panties to the side he lifts you to straddle him, your face pressed against his in a never ending kiss as he runs his cock through your sensitive folds.

“Your so wet for me, is this what you wanted all this time sweet thing? For your Doctor to fix you by fucking you?” He asks, the words coming out as more of a statement of his feelings rather than a confirmation of your own. Never the less he is right, you’ve fantasised about this all week and now as you nod in reply you can only pray he keeps touching you.

With another villainous smile he thrusts himself up inside of you, quickly starting to move giving you no time to adjust to the intrusion. Your hands now placed on his shoulders you almost scream into his kiss as your nails dig into his skin, the sensation of being speared on his cock overwhelming you.

You slowly begin to move with him, riding his length on top of him, your mutual moans vibrating through you bodies as if electricity ran rampant through your veins. Your clit rubbing against his lower abdomen as you grind yourself down onto him. His grip on your hips tightening as you feel your walls begin to grip him at the first flutter of your growing orgasm.

With this Loki lifts you both from the chair and places you onto his desk, his length still buried inside of you. Placing you down his arm swipes away most of the contents of the desk, the few remaining items rocking as he thrusts into you.

Your orgasm quickly building teetering on the edge of ecstasy as he moves within you, he can feel your walls gripping him tightly.

“Cum for me sweet thing, cum on my cock” he demands as his hand leaves your hip and begins to circle your throbbing bud. With minimal effort your orgasm is pulled from you, the feeling washing over your body as you cry out his name, desperate for any shred of affection he is willing to give you. His lips meet yours once again as you ride out the after shocks of your climax on his length, now over sensitive each movement is amplified, your wetness squelching with every thrust.

His pace quickly increases, determined to ride out his own high within you as he had fantasised.

“Fuck, you feel extraordinary wrapped around me sweet thing, you have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of this. It’s so much better when it’s real” he grunts into your ear, chanting the last line as if it were a prayer. The thought of him fantasising about you filling you with both arousal and terror. How long had he been thinking of you like this? Had it impacted how he treated you before? You had so many questions circling in your mind but right now they were all background noise as you felt your second climax building in his frenzied assault on your heat.

His thrusts grow sloppier and more desperate, you feel his length twitching inside you desperate for release as he once again begins to circle your clit.

“I’m going to cum inside you little one, you feel too good to pull out” he growls as you feel yourself tighten around him again, your pulsating walls drawing him in further.

With a final frenzied thrust he cums within you, coating your walls with his liquid. The feeling draws your second climax from you, orgasming together as he rides out the last of his high within you, making sure every last drop of his seed is planted firmly within you.

After regaining your breaths for a while he pulls you into his chair, placing you on top of him.

“So, was that what you wanted pet?” He asks once more, he promised he’d help you work out whatever you desired and with that promise he absolutely delivered.

“I think that was exactly what I wanted Doctor Laufeyson” you say kissing him softly on the cheek.

“Please darling, call me Loki” he requests again, making you feel at home in his arms as his hand traces down your spine.

“Thank you.. Loki” you reply sweetly.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up darling” he says as he carries you off through the door you’d never entered, into his private home. He ran you a bath and brushed the knots from your hair making you feel surprisingly relaxed considering you’d just fucked your therapist. As the night went on you curled up in his bed falling asleep in his arms, uncertain of how long this would last for but certain of one thing, you definitely knew what you wanted now.

-Alternate ending-

“I think that was exactly what I wanted Doctor Laufeyson” you say kissing him softly on the cheek.

“Do you think we could try roll play again? Maybe next time I can play Doctor and you can be the patient?” You question your lover, your playful tone making you giggle into your kiss.

“Whatever you want darling, you know I’d do anything for you, even create this illusion of a Midgardian office that you love so much” he replies jokingly, gesturing to your surroundings.

“Shut up, I saw it in a film and I always wanted to fuck a doctor.. but I had to end up with a god apparently, I guess I’ll just have to settle for what I’m given” you reply in a playful tone as his hand traces down your spine.

“Thank you.. Loki” you reply sweetly.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up darling” he says as he carries you off through the door Into his familiar chambers. He ran you a bath and brushed the knots from your hair making you feel surprisingly relaxed considering all the things he’d so recently done to your body. As the night went on you curled up in bed falling asleep in his arms, the world drowned out around you as you fade away, your head pressed into his chest with promises of next time whispered into your ear.

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Macabre Game

Hwanwoong x Fem!Reader

Word Count - 1.9k

Genre - Yandere

Summary -

You’ve been working at the television studio for 8 months and you have noticed Hwanwoong, I mean come on, who hasn’t? He is adorable AF and everyone seems to want to be close to him, he is constantly surrounded. But, there’s something off about him, something just under the surface that only you seem to notice.

Warnings -

Violence, swearing, blood, smut/suggestive

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   There’s something about Hwanwoong that just makes people smile.

   People don’t talk about him behind his back, at least not to say anything cruel. You’ve only ever heard the nicest things about him from the rest of the staff. He’s well liked. The girls in the office all say the same thing: he is simply the cutest, completely unthreatening and kind. The perfect man. Although maybe not. Considering they say he’s perfect, the type of guy they would like to take home to meet their mothers, they always end up crying over yet another failed relationship with some awful guy who was ‘just so hot.’ If only they had chosen someone more like Hwanwoong.

   After all, he’s perfect, isn't he?

   You're not so sure. There’s something sexy, something almost dangerous under that sweet persona that he adorns everyday, something you can’t quite put your finger on. The way his smile vanishes when he thinks he’s not being watched, the way he picks endlessly at the lint in his pockets, the way his amusement sometimes doesn't reach his eyes.

   There’s something about Hwanwoong that you want to see more of. Sometimes you stay later than you need to in an attempt to catch a glimpse of his inner identity. It’s rare to see but it happens from time to time. It’s the smallest twitch of a muscle in his jaw, a glance that lingers longer than necessary, a strained smile that no one else notices.

   But you do.

   He’s talking to a small group of men right now and as he brushes his hand through his hair with an uneasy laugh, you know to come up with his bubble tea. He needs an interruption. He needs an excuse.

   “Ah, thank you,” he says, winking at you as he gathers the loose papers in front of him on the large curved desk. “I didn’t even realize the time. I better get a move on.”

   They make their excuses and start to disperse, leaving him alone to his work. Staring for an extended moment, you take him in. He’s hard to put a finger on, a contradiction. Both manly yet cute. The slope of his jaw is sickly sweet while his chin demands attention. His lips can be thin or thick depending on the look he gives. Not even his hair stays the same. This week has been a two-tone mix of an off-brown and gray. Two colours that shouldn’t work well together yet, on him, they do.

   Sometimes you imagine describing his likeness to a sketch artist. What kind of monster would turn up on the page? It would not be him. Not Hwanwoong.

   He doesn't need to be working here right now. In fact you’re not sure how he gets away with it. In the studio surely other people need to film at this particular desk, the newsroom has more than one team after all, yet no one ever tells him no. He gets his work done before the next news team needs to film so they must figure there’s no harm.

   As a popular news anchor, Hwanwoong is often scouted. Who wouldn’t want him on their channel? He’s a huge draw for the network so they dote on him, spoil him even.

   After a moment you realize he’s staring right back at you. A faint gasp exits your lips and you look down at your clipboard, nod and start to walk away, wondering how you could be so careless but his voice stops you.

   “Do you want to go for a walk?”

   “A walk?”

   “Yes. Not too far. Just to clear my head before I head home." His voice is a husky nectar and his smile looks genuine as he collects his papers. Placing them neatly into his briefcase, he tosses the bubble tea in the trash as he starts to walk across the room. “Let’s go out the back.”

   “Okay." Your voice is soft and unsure as you follow him through the hallway that leads to the back door, grabbing your coat and bag on the way out. The fresh air hits you like a truck, the coldness of it biting against your skin as you pull your scarf up around your face. He doesn't seem to notice, not even bothering to tie his light jacket around his small frame.

   “There’s a park up here that I visit to clear my head.” He smiles over his shoulder, almost as if checking to see if you’re still following. Even the back of his head is mesmerising, his fluffy hair fluttering in the bitter wind.

   “Isn’t it a little cold to go to the park?” And a little late? It’s almost midnight in the dead of winter. Not many cars are out. You only see one driving further down the street before it too disappears into the night. You are the only two people foolish enough to be outside on foot. It could be worse - it could be snowing.

   “Is it?”

   Following his quick steps, you feel thick drops of moist frost land on your nose and looking up you realise swirls of white flecks are dancing down from the dark sky. You sigh. He looks back over his shoulder with youthful exuberance as he twirls a few times, his palms up to catch the snow. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

   He is.

   “Yes.”

   You don’t bother to mention how cold it is as you walk up to the small park, even the bark of the sturdy trees starting to turn white. He pulls out a small cloth and wipes down two swings before motioning for you to sit.

   Taking your spot next to him, the unsteady feeling of the rickety old kids seat caves into your body. It makes you uncomfortable, but not Hwanwoong. He’s already starting to swivel back and forth, his smile infectious. Smiling, you start to move your legs to gain a little momentum as you watch him, ignoring the cloud-covered stars above.

   “You know I notice you watching me.” He continues to sway back and forth, his face moving with the rhythm of the creaks from the rusted metal, his eyes flicking back and forth with the movement, his gaze lingering.

   “Huh?” A chuckle croaks out as you twist the small seat back and forth in an attempt to slow the contraption, your heart starting to pound in your ears.

   “It’s pretty obvious. I figured you wanted me to notice.”

   “Did I? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

   He laughs, somehow now at a complete stop, his legs digging into the hardened sand under the swing as he pulls you towards him. “It didn’t upset me. If it did, I wouldn’t have let you keep staring.”

   His eyes drift over your face before staring fiercely into your eyes and you realize he doesn’t just mean the stupid mistake you made tonight; he’s talking about the last 8 months. He’s noticed you watching him. He’s noticed, and you weren’t being as careful as you thought you had been.

   “I like that you noticed. You did notice, didn't you?”

   “Notice?”

   “The monster. You see it, right?”

   Monster? Swallowing hard, you realize just how quiet it is out here, how solitary. Alone. You’re alone with him.

   “I’m surprised you came out here. Actually, I’m not,” he says, dropping the metal from the swing, the abruptness of the action causing you to spin until he steadies it from the ground in front of you. “You couldn’t resist seeing more, am I right?”

   The silence rages loud in your eardrums as he studies you until he steps back, turns, and walks over to the school bus-yellow slide. Jogging up the stairs to the right, he looks over his shoulder with a small smile and a raised brow. Angelic. Alluring.

   You follow.

   His mellow laugh follows him faintly down the slide as you make your way to the top. As you look down you see him. He grins up at you and waves. He’s closed himself off again. He’s back to the persona of himself he presents to the world and maybe on this bitter, cold night while surrounded by dark shadows, that's okay.

   As you follow him down, a ginger smile on your face, he strolls over to the slide and slams his steel-toed boot onto the edge of the exit. Gasping, you grab the slippery railing to stop yourself before you collide.

   “The thing is,” he says, his eyes round with a smile reaching inhumanly across his face, “I’ve been watching you too.”

   “You have? Why?” Your heartbeat is loud, pulsating within your body. He moves closer. His face hovers. Your body screams for you to get away and you resist the urge to crawl back up the wet slide. “What do you want?”

   “You,” he whispers. He’s on all fours now, pinning you down against the frigid metal. “I want to play with you.”

   Before you can respond, his lips are on yours. Warm, inviting. Your own open and let him in, sucking on his tongue. Heat floods across your face from ear to ear and you wonder for a moment if he can see the effect he has on you before your thoughts start to fade. Hwanwoong takes up too much space to think.

   Reaching out, you brush your hand against his damp hair, pulling him closer. His hips pin you down, cradling you against the slide. Snug. He pulls back to kiss your eyes, lips and throat. While a hand cups one of your breasts, the other runs circles up your thigh.

   “So… do you want to play a game?”

   “A game?”

   “Hmm. Let’s play hide and seek,” he says, biting your lip.

   “Right now?”

   “Mmmm.” He chuckles, kissing your jaw and licking your neck. As if he is two places at once, his tongue darts from one spot to another, hungry. “And don’t let me catch you because I’m the big bad wolf.”

   He bites into your neck and you yelp. The pleasure and pain combine as his hard cock rubs against your throbbing heat. His hands explore your body. He pulls at the layers that protect you from the elements, protect you from being devoured right here and now. Though the longer his hands glide across your skin, the longer his hips grind against your tender clit, the longer he nibbles his way down to your collarbone, the more you want these unwanted clothes to disappear.

   “I’ll give you a head start.” It takes you a moment to realize he’s serious. He’s leaning back, giving you space to get away. “I can’t decide if I want to keep you or devour you.”

   “What?” You’re confused until you see a glint of silver from under his shirt. He smiles as he looks down at the hilt sticking out from beneath his tight jeans before pulling out the dagger. “But I thought wolves were weak to silver.”

   “You’re right,” he says, slicing your arm. When you cry out in surprise and pain, he laughs. “Then I guess you’re the monster tonight and, as an upstanding citizen, I can't allow such a beast to live.”

   “Hwanwoong, you really hurt me,” you say, tears prickling your eyes as you hold your bleeding arm.

   “Oh? But I haven’t even started yet? I’ll count to 30.”

   “This isn’t funny.”

   “One, two, three. Hurry up now,” he says with a grin. “Once I finish counting, the hunt begins and I won’t stop until I find you.”

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Soulmates w/ Dabi, Shirakumo and Keigo

Request: Hello! I just read a few of your writings &I'd just like to say they're amazing! Anyways, may I request some hc's for a soulmate AU w/ Dabi, Shirakumo, & Hawks?(all separate)- anonymous

Soulmate Aus have a shit ton of tropes so I went for a different trope on each boy bc I love them all. My man Dabi has dipped the last few chapters and I’m getting kinda deprived, although I appreciate him not burning my baby Shoto to a crisp so we good. Love ya.💖💖💖

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warnings: angst with some fluff

 Dabi/Todoroki Touya II Interchangeable eye color

-Dabi’s outlook on love is really negative. 

-Growing up the way he did and in the environment he did, the possibilities in him believing or cherishing love and soulmates was low. 

-When he got his soulmate sign he was around 12. 

-It was the darkest moments of his life and he hated himself to no end. 

-When he woke up on that fateful Sunday morning he thought that he was hallucinating. 

-Then he imagined that this could be an after affect of his trauma, just like his hair. 

-His mind though drifted to his soulmate. 

 -He didn’t have a mark up until now and your eye color changing was one of the many soulmate signs out there. 

-As he stared at his left eye, the e/c orb staring back at him, he began to cry. 

-Sobs wracked his body as he clutched his eye. 

-This was unfair. 

-He shouldn’t have a soulmate, what good could he be to anyone?

-He is a failure and he is gonna bring down his soulmate as well. 

-So he hides it. 

-Puts a patch over his eye to conceal the new color blooming around his iris and when his family starts questioning it he buys contacts. 

-Natsuo helps him even though he doesn’t understand why his brother doesn’t want a soulmate. 

-Years pass until he finally meets the person that has changed his life. 

-Shigaraki was being a brat as usual, whining about needing new members for his little group. 

-Dabi couldn’t care less.

-This  whole charade with these losers would only aid him reach his ultimate goal. 

-He didn’t care about Shigaraki’s shitty ideologies and otherworldly desires, he just wanted his revenge. 

-His eyes scanned the so-called hide out in utter boredom, his gaze landing once again at the bar’s door left slightly ajar in case someone came looking. 

-He didn’t expect for the door to open though. 

-And as the grease old door creaked open a figure stepped into the room, clad in black from head to toe. 

-A mask was covering half of your face leaving only your eyes visible. 

-You scanned the place before your eyes landed swiftly on him, knocking the breath out of him as you locked gazes, e/c orbs baring into his own. 

-The vibrant blue on your left eye had him gasping for air. 

-It was stunning. 

-You moved to talk to Shigaraki, your voice albeit monotone and cold, sent tingles up his spine making his hairs stand at attention. 

-His eyes were glued on you, one of his hands subconsciously going to the left side of his face where his mark should be visible.

-It felt as if his contact burned his eye and he quickly took it off, not minding about possible infections since he didn’t wash his hands before touching his eYE DAMMIT YA NASTY AF. 

-His body was drawn to you, his mind screaming at him to talk to you to go close to you. 

-You knew he was your soulmate. 

-You had known the moment you stepped into the bar; no one had such a beautiful blue hue in their eyes other than your soulmate. 

-Despite your mutual desire to be close to each other you  held off for months. 

-Months of keeping distance, months of giving each other the cold shoulder. 

-It would all reach a tipping point soon and Dabi would finally understand what it’s like to truly love someone. 

-Until then though, suffer in your mutual pining. 

Shirakumo Oboro II Red string of Fate

-The string around his pinky finger always lay motionless for years. 

-It was slack and lifeless, no sign of his soulmate being remotely alive. 

-It really worried him, he thought that he might be one of the few unfortunate individuals who didn’t have a soulmate. 

-He talked to his friends about it and they all reassured him that his soulmate was just too far away from him so even if they tugged at the string he wouldn’t be able to feel it. 

-This reassured him all throughout middle school. 

-He started getting a little discouraged when he saw all his classmates getting their soulmate signs whether it be names tattooed on their wrists, one of their eyes changing color or a strand of their hair, other could hear faint music if they concentrated hard enough while others were unfortunate enough to feel their soulmate’s pain. 

-Shirakumo was left staring at the red string surrounding his finger. 

-He had thought about tugging at it, making the first step instead of waiting for the person on the receiving end.  

-But on this day, the day when both Aizawa and Hizashi got their respective signs he found himself tugging at the string. 

-At first he pulled lightly watching the string grow taught slowly and then go slack again. 

-He waited for what felt like a century before tugging again and again, more force being put in his pulls every time. 

-After an hour of waiting and tugging he was done. 

-Eyes downcast with a frown on his lips, he was ready to let this whole soulmate thing go. 

-At the end of the day he doesn’t need the universe to tell him who he should fall in love with; who he is destined to be with. 

-Then he felt it. 

-The lightest tug at his finger. 

-His eyes followed the red string as it straightened a few times before going limb again. 

-Aizawa walked in on him pulling the string like crazy, excited giggles leaving his lips when his soulmate responded with their own pulls. 

- “Shota I did it. T-they answered!”

-This whole string communication business lasted until the first day of high school. 

-As Oboro walked through the halls of UA he felt the string shift on his finger. 

-It was as if it was wrapping tighter around his finger, almost to the point that it hurt. 

-Maybe he was about to meet his soulmate that’s why the string was thinning. 

-Wait, meet them??

-He wasn’t ready to meet them!!!

-What if they didn’t like him? What if his hair was a bit too cloudy for their likes? Oh god his hair must be a mess because he flew here. Maybe he can dash into one of the bathrooms and fix it real quick. Will he be too loud for them? What-

-Lost in his own thoughts he completely missed the person standing in front of him and soon he was crashing into them, a small grunt leaving his lips as he maneuvered himself to cushion their fall. 

- “Oh God I’m so sorry, I was totally zoned out. Are you alright?” 

- “Why are you apologizing? I ran into you.” 

-He let out a chuckle as you scrambled off of him, dusting off your skirt before offering him a hand. 

-As he took it he felt his pinky being released from the pressure. 

-Right before your eyes you witnessed the red string that connected you both unwrap for your fingers, illuminating for a moment before completely disappearing leaving a sense of familiarity and warmth in its wake. 

-You both stared wide eyed at each other before awkwardly introducing yourselves. 

-It didn’t take long for you two to actually fall in love and if you’re being honest it’s was so easy to fall for him that you believed that even if you weren’t soulmates you would have loved him. 

-Even after years, even after that fateful summer, the sense of his presence and his warmth never left you; it was as if he wasn’t gone and he was still somewhere out there. 

-You were half wrong in that one….I think. 

Takami Keigo/Hawks II Name tattoos

-He got his tattoo when he was 13. 

-It had really awful timing if he was being honest. 

-The hero commission was isolating him completely, even from the few friends he had made around the facility he trained in.

-He couldn’t even begin to imagine what they might do if they find out he had a soulmate. 

-He truly wished he had a different soulmate sign or no soulmate at all. 

-He did everything in his willpower to hide the calligraphy of your name on his left wrist. 

-Bandaging it up, covering it with a watch even scribbling over it like he used to do when he was 9 and bored. 

-But at some point it became harder to hide it, harder to conceal the beautiful name that was printed on his wrist. 

-So he confided in someone. 

-One of the caretakers at the commission had taken him under their wing ever since he was a wittle toddler, he trusted them with his life. 

-When he approached them frantically grasping his wrist in attempts to hide the letters, they were both delighted and saddened. 

-It was nice knowing that this poor child had someone out there that was meant for him and would make him happy, replace every single one of these awful memories with new ones.

-Memories he would like looking back to. 

-But just like Hawks himself they knew that the commission wouldn’t allow this person to get involved with him, at any costs and they knew how far these people could go in order to guarantee Hawks’s undivided concentration. 

-So they helped him; they bought him some make up to cover it up and taught him how to apply it correctly. 

-By the time he was out of the hands of the commission *at least not in close reach* no one apart from them knew of his soulmate’s name. 

- “Now listen here Keigo, I want you to take good care of them when you finally meet them. And never forget that you deserve nice things, don’t let anyone take your happiness away.” 

-He did find his happiness. 

-It didn’t happen right away but it did come sooner than he expected. 

-He had learned about the new transfer student who began attending UA in the middle of the year. 

-He never heard their name but he knew they existed. 

-Turns out they were quirkless but were determined to become a hero despite their shortcomings. 

-After a few months he bumped into them and oh lord his wings have never been puffier. 

-He was  relaxing on the roof, away from prying eyes and loud people, just him and the birds *he found his people at last*.

-When he heard the door open he almost leaped off the building but paused at the sound of a soft voice. 

- “Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t know someone was up here.” 

-Turning around he came face to face with the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes upon. 

-For the first time in his life he stumbled over his words, a swift ‘It’s alright’ escaping his lips and before he knew what he was doing he was inviting you to sit with him. 

- “Wow you can see everything from here.” 

- “The view is better up in the sky if you ask me.”

-After a long pause he added. “I could show you if you want.” 

- “How can I trust you? Hmmm?” you teased. “I don’t even know your name.” 

-He let out a chuckle before continuing. “Could say the same for you but since I’m a gentleman I will grace you with my name. I’m Keigo Takami or Hawks if you wanna go with my hero persona.” 

-He saw your eyes widen as you stared at him, your eyes darting to his covered wrists. 

-Quickly you composed yourself straightening your shirt and extending your hand, the black letters of his name delicately engraved on your smooth skin. 

- “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N L/N.”  

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A Thin Line (Between Love and Hate)

Pairing: Sunwoo x Gn!Reader

Genre: enemies to lovers au, high school au, fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: cursing, mentions of blood (nosebleed), kissing, childish behavior, cliche after cliche after cliche af-

Note: Happy birthday Sunwoo, I think we all know that I love you the most. I wrote this quite a while ago, so if it doesn’t match my current writing style, that’s why.

The shrill sound of the school bell pierced your ears, and you watched as students began to move up and down the stairs around you like you were a stone in a rushing river. Five minutes until class started, and none of the underclassmen wanted to be late. You stood up, bidding your friends farewell as you did so. Pulling your bag over your shoulder, you started up the stairs towards your first class.

As you walked into your chemistry classroom, you heard your teacher reminding you of today’s quiz in a monotone voice. You nodded absentmindedly in his direction, more concerned with the person currently sitting in your seat. He sat with his back to you, bent over laughing at something his friend had said from the back of the room.

Your friends looked up at you as you reached your table, their eyes full of apprehension. Dropping your stuff to the ground, you cuffed the intruder on the back of his head, prompting him to look back at you, startled.

“This is my seat,” you said, although you knew he didn’t need the reminder.

“Is it?” Sunwoo recovered quickly, his eyes steely. You had seen people tremble under that gaze, but you knew him better than that. You hadn’t spent a lifetime knowing him just to get scared off by one look.

“Yes. Now move.”

“Somebody’s cranky this morning,” he sneered.

“Somebody needs to shut up,” you snapped back. “Don’t you have a class to get to?”

“Mm,” he made a sound of agreement as he stood up and stretched his arms over his head lazily. “See you later,” he said as he walked past you to the door, his shoulder bumping yours violently enough that you knew it hadn’t been an accident.

“I hope not,” you said to his back as you sat down, but he ignored you.

You were surprised. Usually, Sunwoo just had to have the last word, no matter what lengths he had to go to get it. You shrugged it off, making up an excuse for his behavior in your head as you turned to greet your friends and prepare for the quiz.

—

You strolled along the running track on your way to the bus stop, taking your time as you were well aware that the bus wasn’t coming for at least another five minutes. Your headphones successfully drowned out the sounds of the world around you, including the soccer practice happening to your left. In fact, they were so successful that you didn’t hear the shouts of warning until it was too late. By the time you saw the soccer ball hurtling directly towards your face all you could do was close your eyes. The next thing you knew, your face was stinging, and your nose felt like it was on fire.

A familiar face came running towards you, followed by most of your school’s soccer team. “Are you okay?” Sunwoo called out as he reached you, his voice much too loud for your liking.

“I’m fine,” you answered as a crowd of sweaty teenage boys surrounded you like you were Cristiano Ronaldo.

“You’re bleeding.”

You reached up to touch your nose, and soon felt a warm trickle of blood that confirmed his words.

“Shit,” you muttered, bending forward to hold your nose.

“Give them some room boys!” you heard someone shout, and the crowd began to thin, leaving only you, Sunwoo, and the soccer coach standing on the track.

“Take them to the nurse Kim,” the coach said gruffly, gesturing towards the school building. “And be quick about it.”

“Yes sir,” Sunwoo nodded once before grabbing your free arm and towing you forward. You followed him, too focused on keeping any blood from getting on your clothes to pay attention to where you were going.

“Do you think it’s broken?” he asked as he looked at you, his hatred of blood making him cringe.

“I don’t know.”

“You should have been paying attention,” he griped as he led you down the hallway.

“Do I have you to blame for this?” you deflected expertly.

“No, you have yourself to blame for not paying attention.”

He seemed to be growing more agitated by the second. Luckily for you, agitating Sunwoo was your specialty.

“You know if it is broken, I could probably sue you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wanna bet?”

The two of you came to a stop outside of the nurse’s office, staring each other down. Finally, Sunwoo rolled his eyes and reached for the door handle.

“I’m not arguing with an invalid,” he said as he held the door open for you.

“And people say chivalry is dead,” you said dryly as you made your way inside the room, Sunwoo close behind you. Before he could respond you had been swept up by the nurse, leaving him to wait on one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs lined up against the wall.

Ten minutes later, you watched as the nurse called your parents to pick you up, even after you had insisted that you were fine to take the bus. Since you’d arrived Sunwoo had stood up and begun to pace back and forth over the old worn carpet. You made your way over to him, wondering why he hadn’t left yet. He turned to face you as you reached him, one of his hands reaching up to fix his hair.

He had pulled a mask up over his nose at some point, and his curls fell over his eyebrows so that the only thing you could see was his eyes. They looked at you, sparkling like there was a whole galaxy trapped inside of them. Your rational mind knew that it was only the fluorescent light’s reflection, but a part of you was sure that you could find the secrets of the universe in those eyes if only you looked long enough.

The sound of your name drew you from your trance and you started, blinking rapidly. Shit. What were you thinking? This was Kim Sunwoo you were looking at. The same boy who had spent a lifetime tormenting you, and you, him.

“Sorry,” you said as you scrambled to find an excuse for your zoning out. “Maybe I have a concussion,” you resolved, cringing internally as you said it. Sunwoo’s eyebrows twitched, and a look of concern flashed across his face just long enough for you to catch it.

“I doubt it; I hit you in the face, not the head. And even if you do, it’s probably not very bad.”

“I hope it is bad, that way I can blame you for it,” you retorted.

He scoffed, and you watched as his eyes hardened, returning to the usual cold glare that he reserved especially for you. “Whatever,” he muttered, finally turning to leave the nurse’s office.

You cursed at yourself as you watched the door close behind him. This was the first time in years that the two of you had managed to have a civil conversation, maybe even a friendly one, and you had ruined it. You hadn’t even thought about it, the words had just spilled out of you. The saying “old habits die hard” was proving to be true.

But then you remembered a more pressing problem: his eyes.

—

That night, your thoughts stole any chance you had of sleeping. While this was not an uncommon occurrence, tonight it felt different. No matter where your mind took you, it always ended up at Sunwoo.

One train of thought went camping, your cousins, soccer, Sunwoo. Another went from the outfit you were going to wear tomorrow, to the quiz you’d had in chemistry today, to Sunwoo. For what felt like hours your thoughts followed this pattern, until finally, you fell into a restless sleep, dreams full of the same boy who had been haunting your thoughts since that afternoon and throughout your whole life.

—

“What’s on your mind?” your mom asked on your way to school the next morning. She had insisted that you wouldn’t take the bus that day, even though the nurse had deemed you uninjured.

“Why?” you questioned.

“You just seem kind of out of it.”

“I guess I didn’t sleep very well.”

“Why not?”

You were tempted to blame it on yesterday’s accident, but you knew that this would just make her worry more, which wouldn’t be beneficial to either of you. You speculated some other excuses for a few seconds, before deciding on the truth.

“You remember Kim Sunwoo right?”

“How could I forget,” she responded wryly. You laughed a little as contemplated what exactly you wanted to say.

“I always thought you had a crush on him you know,” she said, interrupting your thoughts. You stared at her incredulously. Now it was her turn to laugh.

“You used to come home from school when you were younger and talk about nothing else but him,” she explained.

“Yeah, cause he was, and is, so annoying,” you said defensively.

“Sure,” she conceded. “But I also think that you’ve chosen to blow up all of his more annoying traits in favor of ignoring his more admirable ones.”

—

Your mom’s words played on repeat in your mind all day long, like the lyrics of a song that had gotten stuck in your head. As you made your way through your day, you tried your best to forget that anything had happened and just go back to the way things had been before yesterday afternoon. This method proved unsuccessful, however.

By the time the school’s bell rang to signal the end of the day, you were really, truly fed up with just the thought of Sunwoo. What right did he have to inhabit your thoughts like this? You had more important things to focus on, things that actually mattered, like your history final, or deciding what you were going to buy your friend for their birthday.

You slammed your locker shut as you rode this new wave of anger, only to see the boy you had just been cursing out in your mind walking towards you. Unfortunately, he had already seen you, and you watched as he detached himself from his group of friends and made his way in your direction.

“What do you want?” you snarled as he reached you, turning for the stairs before he had a chance to respond.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he said, more tentatively than you had ever heard him be.

“Why do you care?”

“Oh c'mon, I’m not a complete monster, and it was my fault.”

“So you admit it,” you turned to face him. He had followed you up the stairs, and now you looked down at him with a fierce look in your eyes.

“Admit what? That I’m a monster, or that it was my fault?”

“Both.”

He sighed resignedly, walking up the stairs until you were face to face. “Yes, I admit it. But if we’re being honest, you’re not the nicest either.”

“Well, you-” you stopped. He was right, wasn’t he? He may have been the one to start this stupid struggle, but nowadays you tended to provoke him more than he did you. And besides, you had been six years old when all of this had started. Were you really holding a grudge against Sunwoo’s six-year-old self?

“Okay, yeah. I’ve been pretty horrible to you too, but well, you started it!”

He laughed, his eyes scrunching up and his lips parting to reveal that crooked tooth that you had always despised. But maybe you had mistaken love for hate.

“Why did you, you know, start it,” you asked quietly, so quietly that for a moment you weren’t sure he’d heard you. But then his smile disappeared, and you realized that you kind of missed it.

“I guess I didn’t know how else to…” he trailed off, his eyes roaming the stairway as if the answer to your question lay there.

“Didn’t know how else to what?”

“How else to…uh, show you…that…I liked you.”

He blurted out the last three words like they were forbidden. They hung in the air like smoke, slipping into your lungs and making breathing difficult.

“Since when do you like me?” you croaked out.

“Since forever.”

“Really?” you laughed a little as you said it, your mind reeling.

“Well, since first grade at least.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I, um,” he paused, his eyes avoiding yours.

“What,” you said. It was a statement, not a question, but it still prompted him to continue.

“I was scared, I guess,” he finished, his eyes full to the brim with vulnerability. It poured from him, in the way his breathing had quickened, and the way his fingers played with his hoodie strings erratically. This was a new color on him, one you never thought you’d have the opportunity to see.

“Of what?” you queried, intrigued by this, what was it, nervousness? It was so foreign on him that you had trouble putting a finger on it.

“That you’d laugh at me mostly,” he coughed in embarrassment.

“I probably would have.”

He opened his mouth to snap at you, but you stopped him with a hand on his arm. He stared down at your fingers like they were alien, continuing to look at them dazedly even as you spoke. “But I’m not now, so,” you gestured for him to continue.

“I always thought that hating me was close enough to liking me,” he started again. “So I’d, you know, metaphorically pull your braids or whatever. I thought that at least that way you’d pay attention to me.” You could feel the phantom pain as he said it, the weight heavy on your scalp. “And then it became so natural that I didn’t know how to make it right, to apologize.”

“So basically, you’re a horrible flirt.”

He let another laugh escape him, pushing your shoulder a little as he finally met your eyes. “Like you’re any better.”

“I’m a lot better than you, Kim Sunwoo.”

“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that.”

You stared each other down the same way you had your entire lives, but this time you realized how ridiculous all of this really was. Hating each other, not because you didn't like one another, but because you both thought the feeling was mutual. And yet here you were. The line between love and hate is very thin, after all.

Before you could think any further, you did the simplest and most terrifying thing you could imagine. You leaned forward and kissed him. It was rushed and a little messy, with teeth banging and noses bumping, but it fit Sunwoo perfectly.

When you pulled away, the first thing you noticed was how red his ears were. You giggled at the sight, prompting him to look at you questioningly. You reached out to touch them, causing the blush to spread down to his cheeks as well. He looked down abashedly, but you assured him that it was cute.

“Embarrassing you mean,” he mumbled.

“That too,” you laughed again.

He sobered, staring at you with the same look that used to infuriate you to no end. But now, instead of seeing only the stone-cold glare he used to intimidate those around him, you also saw the blush that lingered on his cheeks and the stars in his eyes. Now you could see the potential smile in the curve of his cheeks and the potential pout his lips were waiting to produce.

“Cute,” you murmured again, and his lips twitched exasperatedly.

“Whatever.”

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

Hello again. First of all, i hope you are having a wonderful day/night! How do you think haikyuu boys would react to you burning yourself? Like, you were cooking for a special event but y/n is a horrible cook so you take out the pan from the oven and you forgot to put a mitten ( or something like that) and just reached for the hot af pan and burnt yourself. Not only did you burn your hand but you burnt the food too 🤣.

You can pick whichever haikyuu characters you'd like for this.

Hahaaaaaa I’m back 😀

Anyways

𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚈 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙶 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵

ғᴛ- ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ, sᴜɢᴀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ by the bigbrained @g0th-k1tty

So you and Bokuto decided that you would make the effort to actually cook dinner

And what did you decide to cook?

Fried Dumplings 🥟

Sounds simple enough

And it was!

At least until you got to the frying part...

“Bokuto please be careful” you reminded your boyfriend for the umph time of the night. You and Bokuto were working hard to cook dinner and you don’t know why but the thought of Bokuto near hot oil made your blood pressure increase. “Y/n it’s fine! Look it’s perfectly harmless!” And just like that, Bokuto dropped a dumpling into the pan full of HOT oil causing it to splatter everywhere. Although the event startled Bokuto he managed to get out of it unharmed, you on the other hand did not. Bokuto began to panic as he saw you grabbing your arm in pain, his panic increased when he realized he’s only over had to deal with sport related injuries. In his panic he came to the conclusion that the opposite of hot is cold! So that must be the thing to help! He quickly gave you ice in a bag as a makeshift ice pack. Luckily it was only a nasty first degree burn, but Bokuto was still pretty frazzled. “Bo, it’s ok,it’s really not that bad of a burn” you said looking at a sulking Bokuto. “I’m really sorry y/n, I should’ve been more careful and now your hurt because of me” he told you frowning. “Well it’s great that a have a great boyfriend to take care of me while I recover” you told him as a last ditch attempt to lift his spirits. It appeared to work because you saw that his hair lifted ever so slightly and a smile appeared on his face “Hey hey hey! I am pretty great aren’t I” he said pulling you in for a hug. You began to hug him back when you stared to smell burning...

“Bo”.

“Yeah y/n?”

“Did you ever turn the stove off?”

“...”

You and suga really liked to bake together

Whether it be simple chocolate chip cookies

Or intricate fancy cakes

Today you both decided to make cupcakes!

And cupcakes from the box no less

What could go wrong 😀

A lot apparently....

Who would’ve thought that baking simple cupcakes would cause you to have a burned hand and crushed foot. It all started off great! You and your boyfriend Suga had been making cupcakes as a little treat for his team making it to nationals. You had even decided on boxed cupcakes since you were making a whole bunch! However, the problems only occurred when the oven was being used... “ y/n I think the cupcakes are done! Can you get them for me please!” Suga shouted from the other room. You got up and made your way to the kitchen, but the problem was...you couldn’t find the oven mits 🥲. Not wanting the cupcakes to burn you just grabbed a towel to grab them out of the oven with, but unbeknownst to you this particular towel was just a bit 🤏 to thin. So when you grabbed them out the pan immediately burned your hand causing you to drop the pan on your bare foot. You cried out in pain which caused a now panicked Suga to rush to the kitchen. He examined your injuries and decided it would be best to deal with your burnt hand first. He guided you to the sink and told you to run cold water over your burn while he got the bandages for your hand and foot. He opened the cabinet and saw two little oven mits right next to the first aid kit... “hey y/n?” Suga said “yeah Suga” you replied still running your hand under the water. “How’d you burn your hand again?”. “ I used a towel to grab the pan cause I couldn’t find the oven mits” you replied a little bitterly. “You mean these?” Suga said holding up the oven mits in question. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?”

Cooking was a frequent activity done by you and osamu

Yknow with him being a chef and all

Cooking is inevitable

He would always want to try new recipes with you

And you would always be happy to help prepare them

So you would think with all this practice you’d be a pro at cooking by now right?

Wrong...

This was the third weekend in a row that osamu wanted to try a new recipe with you. Not that you we’re complaining though! You loved to help your boyfriend cook new dishes. The dish he wanted to make today was a type of stir fry. He had put you in charge of handling the stove while he cut up all the vegetables. Having done this many many many times you were feeling very confident with the job you were assigned! Everything went perfectly! The stir fry was done and you took the pan off of what you THOUGHT was a turned off stove and handed it to osamu so he could put it on plates. Deciding this was a good moment to take a well deserved brake, you got on your phone. Whilst you were scrolling through your phone you begun to lean on the stove.... A searing pain formed in your hand and that’s when you realized that you did not ever turn off the stove. You began to walk to the sink hoping that some cold water would smooth the pain. It was only when you hissed as the water hit your skin did osamu turn around. “Y/n? What happened?” He asked obviously concerned. “Oh, it’s nothing Samu! Just a little burn.” You said trying to ignore the pain. Osamu took a quick look at the burn before disappearing out of the kitchen. When he returned he had a first aid kit in hand. He pulled out a couple of ointments along with some cotton balls and a bandage. He began to treat your burn and you were quite shocked on how quickly the ointments soothed your burns. “We’ll look at you mr burn expert” you jokingly said as he wrapped up your hand. “Ah yes because with all the cooking I do I haven’t had my fair share of burns” he responded with a sarcastic tone. “Rude >:(“ you said lightly punching his arm “yeah yeah, be more careful next time” he said grabbing your hands and kissing the bandaged one.