#and WHY is it so expensive.

[macaulaytwins]

unstoppable force (books I want to buy) vs immovable object (amount of money I have)

[cardi-c]

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[akkivee]

autumn is the best season actually!!!!! 🍂🍁🌰

[yanyanderes]

Ok so, i love innocent old naive reader just as much as the next anon but what about oware reader? But instead of being afraid they actually really like their possessiveness, granted that they have some freedom, like being allowed to go to school and occasionally meeting up with family or friends so as for them to not get suspicious. They aren't using the turtles, they love them in their own twisted way and most of the time it's kept them at bay knowing that you have your eye for no one else, but that hasn't stopped you from asking them

“What would you do for me? what would you do to protect me”

They all come forth with their own colorful tail of violence almost like they're trying to one up the other, though their silent warfare disappears as you praise them for their dedication.

Now if you asked Donnie this…

“i would break every bone in there body so that they would be forced to have surgery just to fix the part that dared bruise your own, then without the hospitals knowledge i would lower the anesthesia so that there patient was in torturous pain throughout the whole surgery solidifying themselves a place in the mental institution being to mentaly weak to do anything besides muter to themselves”

Donnie would have your rapt up into his hold in a vice grip, a faraway look in his dark eyes. You shrink into his hold, playing into the delusion that you're smaller and helpless, something that can't save themselves against a battle and must be looked after. As toxic as that sound you can't help but feel so whole yourself, no one has ever been this attentive with you, not even your family, it's like a breath of fresh air despite the sores being rather suffocating in nature.

“(y/n)!”

a smile graces their face as the turtle brothers dash to their side, engulfing their form in a hug. although their tight embrace makes it a bit hard for them to breathe, they relish in the moment.

“haha, hey! i missed you all so much!”

their laughter is replaced with a surprised yelp when they’re suddenly picked up. such an act is common, though it never fails to catch (y/n) off guard. however, it’s never unwelcome, especially when raph holds them so protectively and gently.

“hey, (y/n)! come with me to the training room! i just learned a cool new move i wanted to show ya!”

before (y/n) can respond, their wrist is grabbed and they’re yanked from raph’s hold, now finding themself in the embrace of donnie.

“nonsense, nonsense! (y/n), allow me to amaze your mind and relax your body with the new spa chair i’ve made just for you! it has a built in radio and a tv screen with all your favorite shows, and also-!”

leo is the next to speak up, wrapping an arm around (y/n)’s shoulder and pulling them closer to him.

“yeah, yeah, that’s great donnie- hey, how about we finish up that horror movie from last night? we were just getting to the good part, and you looked real cute hugging me when you were scared~”

(y/n) stumbles back when mikey latches onto them, stealing them away from his older brothers.

“c’mon (y/n)! i just made a fresh batch of cookies, and i want you to try them!”

“aww~ you’re all so sweet.”

(y/n)’s adoring words managed to stop the brothers from getting into an argument, with their praise being music to the turtles’ ears. as much as they enjoyed their love and attention, they’d rather the turtles fight outside forces instead of each other. speaking of which…

“today’s been a long day. some creep wouldn’t leave me alone-”

“what? why didn’t you call us? what if they tried to follow you home??”

“hold on, i’ll find them right away! what’s their last name? did you get their license plate? where and when was this?”

“they didn’t touch you, did they?!”

raph’s eyes immediately begin scanning over (y/n)’s body for any signs of injury. they let out a small laugh. the boys are so cute when they’re doting.

“they wrapped an arm around my waist and kept hitting on me. i tried to tell them i’m taken, but the creep wouldn’t leave me alone! i managed to lose them after a while, but still, knowing they put those grimy hands on me, it just- eugh!”

they cringe at the thought of someone other than these lovely boys touching them, flirting with them, believing they had a chance with them. oh please, as if they’d leave the turtles for anyone.

“oh, when i get my hands on them, i’m gonna-!”

“(y/n), you poor thing!”

mikey had yet to release (y/n) from his grasp. now, his grip has only gotten stronger.

“come on, let’s go cuddle on the couch to get your mind off of things!”

with a smile, (y/n) takes mikey’s hand in theirs.

“you always know how to make me feel better.”

they awake with a groan, a soft blanket still wrapped around them as they lay on the couch, yet none of the brothers are in sight. (y/n) can’t help but pout a bit at this. they know what the turtles are up to, but it felt so wrong to wake up not in their arms!

they slide out from under the covers and fumble through the living room, with the tv being the only source of light. they peak into the garage, seeing the boys preparing to hop into the turtle tank while talking amongst themselves.

“how’d you even find them?”

“i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again; i have eyes all over the city.”

“do you have to say it like that? you sound crazy, man.”

“oh, such a bold statement from you, especially when you went into so much detail about what you’d do to the scum when we found them.”

“c’mon, you know (y/n) loves the juicy details! can’t disappoint them, y’know?”

“i still think my idea of planting a tiny robot under their skin to slowly break them from the inside is a much more creative solution than any of your oh so gruesome plans.”

“i still think dr. delicate touch can talk some sense into them! y’know, make sure they can’t touch (y/n) again!”

“for the last time, michael, we are not cutting off their arms. last time we did that, it completely gunked up my staff and i refuse to spend another month fixing it.”

“not even for (y/n)?”

“not now-”

“you know, i would chop off someone’s arms for them. no wonder i’m the favorite-”

“IN YOUR DREAMS-!”

“leo, donnie, ENOUGH-!”

“guys! you’re gonna wake up (y/n)!”

mikey has to hold donnie back as raph stands between the twins, with leo crossing his arms, a smug grin on his face. leo glances to the side for a split second, his expression changing completely when he sees their significant other watching them, a smile on their face.

“(y/n)! hey, you’re awake!”

the other brothers’ heads snap over in sync, eyes glued to (y/n)’s form immediately.

“(y/n)! uh- we- we can explain! we’re sorry if we woke you, it’s just that- uh-”

“we wanted it to be the surprise!”

mikey blurts out, immediately rushing to their side.

“that person you were talking about, we found them-”

“-i found them, actually-”

“-and we wanted to surprise you by taking care of the problem! we didn’t mean to disturb you, we promise!”

(y/n)’s eyes soften at the youngest brother’s words. they’re all so considerate…

“don’t worry, you didn’t wake me up. besides…”

they cup mikey’s face and pull him closer, planting a kiss on his forehead. his eyes widen, yet he doesn’t pull away.

“how could i be mad at a face like that?”

noting the affection mikey is currently being showed, leo is quick to butt in.

“little side note, i meant every word when i said i would chop off someone’s arms off for you.”

“please, as if limb removal could compare to the physical and psychological torture of having an unknown source quite literally crawling under your skin, destroying you from the inside out!”

“guys! this isn’t a competition!”

raph is quick to pull the twins apart before another fight can ensue.

“but if it was…”

“oh come on, what could possibly be better than dismemberment, or tossing someone into a hell dimension?!”

“tiny-”

“if you say tiny robot again, i swear-”

“i’m just saying! how many heads have you bashed in?”

“head bashing is much too quick and painless. prolonged torture is a much more fitting punishment.”

“hey! the quicker they’re done for, the sooner we can forget about them!”

(y/n) rolls their eyes, yet their pleased expression remains the same. all they do is hold up a hand, and the bickering stops.

“as much as i adore hearing your plans, i’d much rather hear the whole story when everything’s been done. maybe you could snap some pictures… maybe even grab a souvenir? i noticed they had some really nice earrings, and i’d love to try them on…”

all four boys perk up at the possibility of earning more affection, and immediately dash to the turtle tank, ready to take off.

“see you later, (y/n)!”

“we love you!”

“so, shall we rip the earrings out of their lobes?”

“nah, i say we chop off the ears completely!”

(y/n) is no longer able to hear anything else when the turtle tank closes up, the headlights flaring to life as they drive out of the lair. they know how brutal the turtles will be. they know they’re about to ruin, if not end someone’s life. they know how terrifying the brothers truly are.

yet they never stop smiling.

(eyyyy sorry for not posting in a hot minute, kinda had a writers block. managed to finish some art, probs gonna post that in a sec. thanks for the ask, had lots of fun with this one! see yaa)

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

I know many people who do believe in the afterlife and think that it's very likely to exist; I myself tend to be rather dubious about these beliefs. If there is a Heaven, it has to look like this, and you will probably be quite surprised: a vast, endless, featureless, greyness, with no recognizable form, not like a hotel or a shopping mall or a garden or a desert, but like a vast, endless sea. It is perfectly flat, there is not a single blade of grass; it goes on for ever, one long, continuous, featureless line, and you are always alone. The only sound is the endless rushing of the sea.

[mios-art]

I made a gif, poor quality, but look! it moves!

See the whole story here!

[cuntylittlesalmon]

i really really really hate that my city killed the bus line by my house. oh i hate it so much

[paranormalinstigator]

nice

[ionlytalktodogs]

POV I am your intrusive thoughts about mobility aids:

Most CVS-like convenience stores have canes for around $20 or sometimes $25. You can try out all the different options, maybe they even have folding ones or different patterns. I got my first cane from CVS for 25 bucks and it has flamingoes on it. And maybe you’ll try it and and decide it’s not right for you but it can’t hurt to try right? Maybe they’ll have one in your favorite color. Yeah maybe you don’t need it all the time but what about that time you took a really long walk and had to lie down for three days afterward? Maybe you wouldn’t have had to lie down if you had a cane. A cane for 25 bucks from CVS or a similar convenience store near you. Stop saying you aren’t disabled and you don’t want to be ‘offensive’ to disabled people. Buy the cane. Just do it.

[shrekisshrimpthesimp]

Excuse me SIR? Sorry Sir? Sorry Sir?

In the wise words of Stanzi Potenza,

ISTG NANAMI KENTO IS SO HOT DID GEGE PUT HIS ENTIRE GEGUSSY ON HIM OR SOMETHING

[parasitebeans]

I’ve been doing fun little transgender things like paying 80 bucks for a copy of my birth certificate in order to change my name!! :')) If you’ve had an interest in my prints, now is a great time for the support <33

Check out my prints here!

[saltymongoose]

Can you imagine the main three + 2b with a player that smell HEAVENLY??

just trying to paint a picture here

Being surrounded by the smell of sweat and gun powder all the time and then player just comes in with a whiff of some perfume-y scent??

Do you think it’ll drive them more nuts? Trying to find every excuse to try and be close to them or have them wear their close so it smells like them?!!

Just coming from someone who’s obsessed with perfumes and smelling good

This makes a lot of sense; you and your world are entirely different from Nevada and it's grunts, so of course they'd obsess over your unique scent too. This idea got me thinking, so I made some hcs for it haha. Hope you like em! :)

Their reaction to the Player's Smell ft. Hank, Deimos, Sanford, & 2BDamned

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive behavior, the boys being a lil creepy in this one? Not a lot, but still. This is also extra long. 👍)

Most things in Nevada don’t exactly smell “nice” the way they did before the fall; the scent of smoke and burning debris permeates through the land’s air in most places and many jobs lead to coming into contact with blood and gore, and its pungent metallic scent along with it. For your grunts, it’s no different.

On a good day, your vessels usually smell of sweat and gunpowder because of their work, or strong antiseptic and bleach if it’s 2BDamned. It’s not very “fresh and clean” (or in some cases, it’s too sterile smelling), but it’s normal enough not to warrant any real notice. Either way, it’s a lot better than the scent of blood, and it’s not like they really had any reason to pay attention to it. 

In fact, they had become so used to it that they didn’t really consider that you’d be any different; the thought of what you smelled like never crossed their minds that often before they met you in person. (Well, outside of what it’d be like if you shared their scent, but that was neither here nor there.)

So when they actually get close to you and are met with how intoxicatingly good your scent actually is, it becomes an odd focal point for their obsession interest in you.

Sanford was the first to really notice it in full, since he’d been the one to carry you around the first time you met with them. He had been very overwhelmed at the time (since he’d just met the person he’d been “secretly” pining over for months and was now holding them in his arms), so his own hyperawareness of your body resting against his made him really take in everything about having you so close. And with this, your unique scent.

It was kind of flowery and fresh, mixing with your natural smell to make something truly unique. Although he couldn’t place what exactly it was (since flowers weren’t abundant in Nevada), he knew that he liked it. Maybe a bit too much. It was something that was so specific to you that he couldn’t help wanting more of it.

Sanford’s one of the more subtle ones when it comes to getting close to you just to envelop himself in your smell. He’s already pretty affectionate, so the many times he pulls you into a hug and just happens to inhale near your skin can pass off as accidental most times (despite the way the others give him suspicious looks whenever he does so, but that’s normal at this point). Sometimes he’ll hold you tighter to him so that your scent stays with him for a bit longer, something to soothe him whenever you leave his side.

He’ll also do this far more often, so much so that you’re tipped off to how the grunts seem to be completely fascinated by this trait of yours.

Honestly, you find it kind of amusing. You’ve realized by this point that grunts react very weirdly to things that are normal to you, so it made sense that something as innocuous as how you smell would be something to fixate on. They already stare at you quite a lot to take in your unique appearance and exposed facial features (at least from your point of view), so you didn’t mind Sanford’s actions here. 

In fact, sometimes you even teased him over it. It’s all good-natured on your part since you didn’t take any offense to your vessel’s weird mannerisms. If anything, you use a joking tone to try and make him less shy about it. Though you have to be a little careful not to give him a heart attack sometimes.

Like that moment he was sitting with you on the couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and keeping you close as you watched the television that Deimos had managed to set up. You bit back a sly grin when you felt his chin come to rest on your shoulder, turning slightly to ask him nonchalantly: “Is it any different today?” 

He gave a questioning hum, and this time you returned his innocently curious look with a knowing one. “My smell?” you replied, taking note of the way he seemed to freeze at your question, “I haven’t been wearing any perfume since I got here. You noticed, right?” He pulled his head away from your neck, flushed with embarrassment as stammered apologies spilled from his lips.

(He fucked up, he really fucked up. He was utterly mortified, shame pricking at him as he moved away. You must’ve thought he was a creep or something now. God, he felt like he was going to throw up. Had he just managed to single-handedly destroy any chance at being your partner? He can’t believe he-)

You interrupted his anxious, self-deprecating thoughts by placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking him. “Sanford, you’re okay,” you started, a teasing smile replaced with a concerned frown. You didn’t mean to freak him out this badly. “I’m not offended or anything, really.” You gave him what you hoped was a comforting look and pulled his pliant form a little closer, smiling once you felt him relax at your touch. “I’m just teasing, you can uh… sniff, I guess? As much as you like, I don’t really care.”

Besides this, you’ll try to curb some of his apprehension about the subject by doing things to make it so he doesn’t always have to be by your side to smell you. He doesn’t wear a shirt, so wearing his clothes for a bit is a no-go (and it’s not like his pants could fit you either).

Eventually, you just decide to snoop around for that scarf he wears as part of his “alternate outfits” in-game and have that on you for a few hours before suggesting he uses it. The bashful, surprised look you get in return for your little act of kindness is enough to make the effort of wearing it in this sweltering weather anyway. It looks good on him too, though you wonder how having a scarf on in Nevada of all places could be practical.

Deimos, on the other hand, is not subtle with how he tries to get more of your scent. After all, you don’t seem to mind how physically affectionate he is with you, nor how he buries his face in the nape of your neck to deeply inhale your sweet smell, so why would he try to keep it unnoticeable? Plus, it also really annoys the others, which he finds himself enjoying (even if it’s a dangerous game to play with people like Hank involved).

He often throws himself at you to cuddle regardless, but instead of just being relatively close to you like Sanford would be, he’ll try to press as much of his body into yours as possible. This usually means that he’ll discard his coat and any bandages that cover his arms, not only because it allows him to have the most direct contact with you that he can, but also so the lingering scent of tobacco doesn’t muddle his senses.

Deimos wants to be completely enveloped in everything you; your comforting warmth that spreads through him whenever he embraces you, the hazy cloud that invades his mind when your strings fix themselves to his fingers, and the refreshing (and above all addictive) way you smell. He’d be mad at himself if he allowed his own vices to interfere and pollute his indulgence in these things, so he’ll take every precaution to prevent it. Plus, he’s found that having his bare skin contact you in places really heightens the experience, so he’s happy to go without any unnecessary outerwear.

(You’re reminded of a cat when he wraps his limbs around you and snuggles into your form. It’s his purring, mainly, but also the weird way he seems to rub against you? His arms and legs shift around constantly, and his fingers trace patterns on your body as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. He just doesn’t stop moving. Not unless you start petting him, at least. Then he just melts further into you instead.)

He even tries to cut back a bit on smoking around you, since the smell of his cigarettes tends to overpower most things and he can’t have that. Honestly, a part of you is grateful for this, since it’s better for his health (even if he doesn’t completely quit, unfortunately).

Although one thing that made you raise a brow was his tendency to “borrow” your things, for a lack of a better term. Usually it’s just a shirt or two that you’ve left in your room after forgetting to put it in with the rest of the dirty laundry, and he always returns it at some point but still, it’s kinda weird. To be honest, you’re not even sure why he felt the need to do that, it’s not like you were unavailable if he wanted to cuddle you like usual.

(Well, to you anyway. The others were pretty territorial, and Deimos couldn’t always get the opportunity to catch steal your attention. Besides, it’s not like he’s doing anything bad with them! And was it really so awful to want something to remind him of his future partner when they’re away with someone else?)

(It’s a very irrational viewpoint since you literally live together, but he doesn’t care. To be honest, he doesn’t even realize the full extent of it, too infatuated with you to even think straight.)

It’s relatively harmless in your eyes, especially since you had that interaction where you actually found out what he’d been doing with them. (Well, one of them, at least.) It had been your favorite shirt, a really loose title for something that barely fit you (grunt sizing and all), but it had a cool design you liked. And it seems that you’d misplaced it, which led to a base-wide search.

You’d poked your head through Deimos’ door on a whim (since he’d been in charge of laundry last, so of course he’d know), finding him napping on his bed after a long mission. The feeling of guilt slightly tugged at you when you neared his sleeping form. He’d really worn himself out that day; he didn’t even bother taking his shoes off before passing out, instead just letting his feet hang off. 

You leaned down next to him, running your hand over his messy hair to try and gently wake him up. You wanted to be relatively quick with this, since the man needed his rest. He hummed and raised his head a bit, which you took as a sign to start your whispered questions. Hopefully he was awake enough.

“Sorry to bother you, Dei, but have you seen my shir–oh.” You cut yourself off when he lifted his head entirely, revealing that he was quite literally using it as a pillowcase. Huh. Well, that answered it.

“Mmh, wha?” he slurred, voice raspier than normal and thick with sleep. He hadn’t really registered your question, instead looking at you for a moment in confusion. He was about to try and ask you to repeat what you’d said when he noticed that you were staring below him, and he turned to look down, face going pink. Right, he forgot to put that back. 

“Oh..yeah, sorry,” Deimos chuckled awkwardly, subconsciously pulling the pillow a bit closer to him. “’m really sorry, I’ll uh..I can give this back to you, if ya want. It’s just, you smell really good, and it’s nice to…fall asleep to..kinda like you’re here…?” He murmured a half-thought-out response, slightly cringing at his own delivery. He really could’ve been more suave with that, but in his defense, his brain wasn’t exactly working well with his drowsy fog. At least it was honest.

Yet it was good enough for you to still his hands when he went to yank your shirt off his pillow, giving him a soft smile as you did so. (You’d honestly found his reaction kind of cute; you didn’t know he missed you this much when you were away. Plus his actions were pretty innocent, even if you knew he was anything but.) “It’s fine Dei, you can keep it for now.” He nods a little, still blushing from embarrassment. Though he gave an elated, sharp-toothed grin when you suggested you stay, to actually be there when he fell asleep. He hoped it wouldn’t be the last time you did.

Hank is a bit like Deimos in how unabashed he is in his attempts to smell you, but he doesn’t feel any embarrassment when you take note of what he does. While he won’t steal your things (at least not yet), he’s content with just having you use his clothes instead. Though his version of asking just includes switching some of his stuff in with yours and expecting you to wear it at some point.

You do, actually (since you figured there was no harm in humoring him), which he takes as encouragement. Honestly, it’s like you have a system going where he’s constantly circulating through things you’ve worn at some point since he does it so often.

But he wouldn’t have it any other way; he views having your unique scent on him as somewhat of a claim, both that he’s yours and that you’re his partner. Why else would he let you close enough to leave it on him?

It eventually comes to the point where he feels like something’s missing from him if he doesn’t have something that has a trace of your smell at all times. Considering how much he thinks about you, you’d think that he’d realize that it isn’t necessary; you’re already his Player and you spend a bunch of time around him already. But that just isn't enough for him.

Another bonus to this little exchange you have going on is that he constantly gets to see you in his things, which he’s a massive fan of. He doesn’t think he’s seen anything more adorable than you in one of his shirts. They're usually a bit snug on him (since he has the opposite problem of being a bit too tall), but you could wear them as dresses if you wanted. The collar will slip down one of your arms and the sleeves go well past your hands. Yet you still wear them, and he appreciates it.

Although, Hank's absolute favorite thing to give you to wear is his coat. It's something so specific to him that you wearing it was a clear symbol of his own connection with you, one that ran far deeper than the others could ever hope to have. You don't exactly go around wearing their clothes as often (due in no small part to his own interference when they try).

Besides using his clothes, another thing that Hank does is that he’ll interrupt the time the others spend with you if he believes he’s been “neglected” of your presence and scent for too long. This is typically done in the manner of wrenching you away from your current company and halfway into his arms for a short minute, all so he can give you a small nuzzle and smell you.

(You’re reminded of a cat yet again when he rubs his face against you. It’s probably one of the weirder things he’s done, considering how he doesn’t even make the move to completely remove you from your other vessel’s side (as much as he’d like to). Then again, Hank was always rather impatient, so it makes enough sense for you to merely resign yourself to it when it happens. You know it’s not the most disruptive thing he could do anyway.)

Naturally the others are completely outraged by this. Hank already insists on showing his possessiveness over you by having you wear his clothes, which is infuriating enough to witness (especially since he’s so smug when you walk around in them). But to have him physically encroach on a private moment between you and them? It was crossing a serious line, and one that they usually respected (albeit begrudgingly).

(You perked your head up when you heard quiet footsteps, leaning a bit into Deimos as you turned to see who was approaching the couch where you were sitting. “Oh, hey Hank,” you greeted simply before turning back to the other grunt. (You didn’t notice the suspicious glare Deimos sent Hank as he shifted a little closer to you. He was getting too close to not be trying something.)

But your eyes widened in surprise when you suddenly felt a pair of hands wrap around your shoulders and pull you backward, effectively yanking you out of your seat and forcing you to rest your weight on Hank instead. You flailed for a moment before his grip tightened and he leaned in to support you more, purring as he slotted his face into the nape of your neck and inhaled deeply. He was so close that you could practically feel him breathing against your skin.

Meanwhile, Deimos had reached forward to grip your hips and tug you back to him, looking up at Hank's face before growling at him (lowly enough that he hoped you wouldn't be able to hear). “Fuck off, Hank.” To which the grunt in question moved a hand to flip him off, leering down at him from your shoulder all the while.)

It makes your other vessels angry, but that was expected. He imagines it must hurt to be reminded of how inferior they were in their relationships with you, especially in comparison with him. Then again, he couldn't care less as long as he had you.

2BDamned was actually the last to notice how good you smell. This was mainly due to the fact that he wears a mask 24/7 and because the chemicals he surrounds himself with tend to overpower everything else; it’s only when you’re pressed up close to him that he first realizes it.

Unlike the others, Doc isn’t bold enough to take your things or ask you to wear his clothes to get them to smell like you. For the former, he doesn’t want to scare you off or offend you by violating your boundaries, and for the latter, there’d be no point to it.

As someone who spends most of his time keeping everything in his office and makeshift medbay as clean and germ-free as possible, he knows the harsh chemicals would likely erase any trace of your scent the moment he does anything. It would be a fruitless endeavor; even if he had the gall to ask you to wear his things to begin with, he didn’t want to inconvenience you by having you do it again and again.

However, it’s not like Doc is immune to the same cravings for you that the others so happily suffer from; believe him, if he had the option of only smelling you all day he would. But he just doesn’t find the opportunity for it most of the time (and he doesn’t want to deal with the headache of the others complaining or trying to interrupt his time with you. Like Hank.)

You’ve spent enough time around him to notice how he holds himself back though, and as the Player, you figured it wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t give him as much direct attention as the other three. (And you’ve found that fairness was really important in your dealings with the grunts. You didn’t want any rifts to happen just because you spent more time with one of them.) Besides, you’re used to this weird aspect of grunts by now, so you feel comfortable enough making the first move if he won’t.

No matter how many times you’ve done it, you still manage to surprise him when you tug him out of his chair to bring him to one of your rooms (since you know how private he is about showing his face). The entire time you’re walking with your fingers intertwined, he’s fighting to keep his blush from showing. You have quite the effect on him, and it’d be embarrassing if you knew how flustered he got from something as small as holding your hand.

By the time you’ve shut the door and sat down on your (or his) bed to patiently wait for him, his flush has lessened to a slight pink that colors his cheeks and his neck. It’s only noticeable to you when he removes his mask and he turns to face you, the scars near his mouth happen to obscure the worst of it (one of their few benefits, in his opinion). 

After this, it’s like his characteristic restraint has been broken; his movements are rushed and he doesn’t waste any time laying down with you, toeing off his boots the best he can while pulling you closer to him. To you, it’s haphazard (and kind of amusing, was he that desperate to spend time with you?), but to him it’s efficient (yes, yes he was).

His purring is actually pretty loud for once, though you think it’s mainly to do with how your head is resting comfortably on his chest, and you sigh and wrap your arms around him. He seems almost clingy in times like this, with how his hands tighten over your hip and your shoulder, legs tangling with yours as he presses his cheek against your temple.

To him, it’s genuinely overwhelming to have you so close and to be able to take in your scent purely like this. It’s almost like a drug to him; he aches for it when he’s forced to go without it for too long, a craving that’s only surpassed by his need for your presence beside him.

He’s the happiest like this, unbothered by the other grunts in his squad and left entirely alone with you; his most beloved Player. And yet, he still wonders why you bother letting him indulge in you in such a way. He’d expected that you’d find it intrusive, to be quite honest.

(“Don’t you find this strange?” He once asked, voice rumbling against your ear in an almost shudder-inducing way – one that you thought was oddly unfair. You bit the inside of your cheek as you paused to consider his words, ignoring the way red tinted your cheeks as he hummed contently while nuzzling further into you.

“Not really?” You murmured, “I mean I know I smell nice enough, but I guess I wasn’t expecting you guys to like it this much?”

He huffed a small laugh. ‘If only you knew,’ he thought. Yet he didn’t say anything further, not about how truly addictive your scent was to him, and certainly not how it was so just because it came from you. He knew it was the same for the others as well. But that was information for another time.)

In any case, he takes it as a point of pride that you actually seek him out to let him sate some of his desires in this way. Surely it must be proof that you value him above the rest, right? He's the only one you actually go to first for this. Or at least, he's the one you must think about the most, since you were so kind to grant him these little private moments. Either way, expect him to subtly brag about it often, just enough to make the others fall from their high of having your attention. Doc's been called a "killjoy" in the past, but he wears that title proudly whenever talk of your favorite comes around.

[koipepo]

Forever a fan of p-totel's/ @aristotels thramsay dreadfort ward AU

it's so delightful to think about how feral and clingy Ramsay would be to Theon, and how much Roose would use that to his (exasperated) advantage to tame his bastard ♪⁠ヽ⁠(⁠･⁠ˇ⁠∀⁠ˇ⁠･⁠ゞ⁠)

[scream-mans-friend]

i love him yes but he looks like a malformed amongus baby in vibes alone. i know this makes no sense

[chipper-smol]

I genuinely love how because ADHD in adults has gradually become a relevant topic to research people keep finding new traits specific to ADHD that make me go “Wait That’s Not Just. A Thing I Do? That’s An ADHD Thing? It’s Not. Just A Quirk?? It’s A Dumb Brain Thing????” and question my entire life

[mememan93]

I’m new to Stardew Valley (Got it like a week ago) and I have no idea why y’all hate Pierre and Lewis so much, but I 100% trust y’all on this one. Fuck them