#and realise that people are messy and silly.

[luetta]

it's getting hard for me to listen to sewerslvt now because her songs, especially her last album, are so emotional and devestating that it just makes me feel uneasy. and the fact that she is an australian trans girl too ... i hope she is doing alright. sewerslvt's music was very formative for me, even if i didn't realise it at the time.

[sadesluvr]

FEEL. — mickey 17

somewhat inspired by @darkoies doctor c.ai! (NSFW)

w/c: 2.3K

As he felt his body temperature slowly begin to drop, Mickey knew that he’d been cloned again.  

He’d grown to accept that there was nothing like climatising to the perfect 20°C of the lab, sometimes laying there for hours with nothing but a sheet to cover his modesty – only if he’d been lucky enough to be attended to that quickly. Mickey seemed to be reborn in a lab full of people, yet he was always alone. 

Blinking, he fought to adjust himself to the sterile curing lights, expecting to be faced with Dorothy or one of the other scientists. Instead, he was met with warmth; rounder, fuller features staring down at him with a curious look and a gentle smile. He'd certainly never seen you before.

“...Vitals are surprisingly low,” the voice spoke. “Is this normal?” 

Instinctively Mickey opened his mouth to answer, clamping it shut once he realised you weren’t speaking to him, but a fellow doctor across the lab. He hoped you hadn’t noticed. He felt a bit silly. 

“I’m just going to put this in, ok? It’s a small chip to help us track your endocrine system, hormones, endorphins – those kinds of things. You shouldn’t feel a thing, it’s virtually weightless.” You spoke again, eyes occasionally making contact as you glanced down to reassure him, but more focused on dabbing at his skin with a wipe.

Mickey took a short breath, having not particularly grown accustomed to needles throughout any of his seventeen iterations. 

“Uh-huh... Why do I -” 

“All done.” You grinned, withdrawing the tool with a smile.

He couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed, selfishly wishing a flare up of some kind, anything that could get him to spend just a few more minutes longer with you. Anything was better than a meaningless afternoon within the four walls of his room. Pursing his lips, he pushed himself to sit upright, allowing for him to get a better view of you.  

“How do you feel?”  

“Fine...” he began, wringing his hands. “Though in my position I’ve learned that’s not much.” 

“I can’t imagine what it’s like to be an Expendable. I admire your bravery,” you began, leaning in, your faces a few centimetres apart. “Chin up.” 

Goosebumps peppered his skin as he felt your breath on his cheek, the warmth of your hands felt even through your plastic gloves as you held his face in place, running a torch over his eyes. 

“It’s not all bad,” he chuckled nervously. “I get to keep my memories.” 

“I don’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse. There are definitely a few things I’d like to forget...” 

“Like what?” he questioned, hoping that you wouldn't find his prying weird. He’d never get this far with any other doctor on the team. 

“Bad hairstyles for one,” you said with a soft sigh, stepping away from the man to enter something into a computer. "My entire college years, amongst other things.” 

“I bet they weren’t that bad,” he shrugged, brushing a wet, messy strand of his mousy brown hair from his eyes. “Nice girls like you definitely had a better time than me.” 

The statement seemed to illicit a smile.  

“Well,” you huffed as you scribbled something down on a clipboard. “Nice girls tend to finish last. That’s why I’m here. Other than the pay, being a doctor on Earth is pretty shit.” 

Mickey grinned, and this time let out a genuine, audible laugh, so unrestrained that his voice broke in the process. You hummed in amusement, presumably at the fact that the man had taken such glee in an offhand comment, before going back to your job and listing some rather important things about the tests being run.  

By that point Mickey had naturally zoned out, having heard all the doctors’ spiel before. What did it matter if hypertension could cause blackouts, heart attacks or death – he would just be reprinted anyway. In a fucked-up way, nothing really mattered... In what he thought would’ve been basic empathy, he hoped you could see him for who he was - less of a crash dummy and more of a human.  

- 

Marshall was fuming.

And by that nature, the whole lab was pissed off with you. 

The past few experiments had been complete failures – not due to misguided hypothesises, but because Mickey was a shitty lab rat. If you could even call him that.  

Over the few weeks that 17 had been cloned, nothing had gone to plan. Half the time, he’d passed out before research could begin, or hadn’t even been deemed fit to work. You’d only seen him in passing, being wheeled about on a table or through plexiglass – but you knew something was wrong…the numbers told you so. 

It was difficult. On Earth there were too many patients for you to really care about them in the way your cared for Mickey, but reading his past files and listening here-say from the other workers was enough to sympathise with him. From what Dorothy had told you, his past iterations had never been so stubborn, which was why it didn’t make sense for him to act up now. 

Arkady thought it to be a fault in the tech, that somehow he’d reprinted wrong…but you knew better.  

It was obvious he’d grown fond of you. You’d caught him staring multiple times, a distant smile dotted across his face as he carved out your visage through the haze of the testing room. Sometimes, he’d even wave. Discreetly, you did back. 

To be fair, you liked him too.

Naturally, it made sense for you to ‘deal’ with him. You clutched your clipboard to your chest as you walked down the empty corridors to a distant room, curtly waving away the guards as you entered. 

The brown haired man perked up, and if you weren’t facing expulsion – or death – from Marshall himself then you would’ve made a quip about it. 

“Oh - I, uh...They just shoved me in here, I have no idea what’s this all about —“ Mickey stammered, eyes glancing around the room frantically as if to search for a source of reason himself. You watched as he shrunk in on himself, seemingly realising from your crossed arms and pursed lips that you weren’t in a generous mood. 

“You shouldn’t be surprised. You haven’t been eating as much. Or sleeping,” you began, shoes tapping against the floor as you strolled towards him. He seemed to be trying (and failing) to divert his gaze from you, eyes as wide and watery as ever, and it occurred to you that it felt like a mean teacher punishing a schoolboy. “They wanted to throw you in the cell, but I convinced them to lend you to me under the name of science.” 

He nodded shyly and peered up at you from his bangs. 

“Our research is compromised if you go into a mission on two hours of sleep and low blood sugar. Then we look bad, and Marshall blows his gasket.” 

Mickey itched uncomfortably, contemplating something before the edges of his lips curved up into a small, jaunty smile. “...Isn’t there some kind of shot for that?” 

“That isn’t the point, Mickey,” you chided, ignoring his silly attempt at a joke. “Not everything can be fixed by a drug. We may be miles away from Earth, but most things are still down to basic biology. You’re still human.” 

The man sighed and cast his gaze to the floor, so much so that you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you into trouble with Marshall. If you let me out of here, I’ll tell him it’s my fault.” 

You fought to hold back a small smile. Here he was, essentially a complete stranger – a literal lab experiment - and yet was ready to take a bullet for you. It baffled you as to why nobody else saw the gentleness of humanity in Mickey – probably because no one was willing to give him a chance. Being labelled ‘Expendable’ would do that, all too ironic that he was the most important on the ship. To the whole regime, really.  

“There’s no need to do that...” you hummed. “I’m just annoyed I’ve overlooked things.” 

“…Like?” 

“Happiness, for one,” you began, slowly striding around the room to place your clipboard on a small table. “And attention. We tend to forget that we need it.” 

Mickey swayed his head, seemingly taking in what you were saying as he watched you like a hawk. As if his body had been pulled taught with a string, his back visibly straightened as you stopped in-front of him, your shins touching the tips of his thigh. Swallowing, he angled his head to look up at you, and your gazes met. 

“Be honest with me, Mickey…Did you stop eating just so you could see me?” 

He swallowed again, briefly diverting his gaze before looking back at you, running his tongue over his lips. Mickey was always cute, but he looked especially delectable in this angle. 

“Y-yeah…” he stammered. “I really didn’t mean to get you in trouble —“ 

“Why did you do that? Did you want my attention?” 

“Uh –“ 

“Do you like me?” 

His answered came in the form of a shy nod and an uneasy grip on your legs. In the best way, you were going to ruin him.  

“It’s okay,” you smiled. “You can touch me. I want you to.” 

Reaching out to embrace your torso, Mickey found himself softly stunned as you pulled away, comforted with the sight of you removing your lab coat and aptly peeling off your jumpsuit, discarding it across the cold floor. 

The man wasted no time in latching onto you, rubbing his face over your bare skin as he pressed wet, impassioned kisses against your stomach, making his way passed your bellybutton and towards your underwear.  

You threw your head back as you pulled him closer, placing your hands on top of his as he roamed your body, lithe fingers kneading the shape of your thighs and ass. In any other circumstance, you would’ve been trying to pleasure Mickey – and you were sure you would eventually – but you got the feeling that he only ever wanted to make you happy. 

Your pleasure was his pleasure. He was useful that way. 

Mickey let out a soft whistle from his nose, momentarily pulling away from getting his fix. 

“You smell like strawberries…” he murmured before nestling into you. Who would’ve thought that the perfume you’d grabbed from Earth right before jumping on this metal container would awaken something in him? 

Grinning, a purr escaped your lips as you lowered yourself onto Mickey’s thighs, one hand on his chest as you gently pushed him onto the bed, his back springing up ever so slightly from the recoil. He looked so beautiful like this; all desperate and wanting, eager to taste your lips. 

Pressing your lips against his, you gave him what he wanted. Though you’d never underestimated him, you were rather surprised by how skilfully his lips moved against your own, barely missing a beat as his hands worked your way up to your breasts. 

He let out a moan as he gave them a squeeze through your bra, eyes darting frantically between your chest and the sight below him – your ass grinding perfectly against his bulge. 

“You’re so sweet, Mickey, do you know that?” you teased, popping up to quickly push down his pants. “I hate the way they treat you.” 

“You aren’t like them…” he murmured. “You’re perfect.” 

If it wasn’t for hormones clouding your judgment, your heart would’ve stopped upon questioning the melancholy statement. You’d only treated him as any good doctor would – with respect – and yet he was comparing you to some kind of deity. 

Mickey stopped you with a firm grasp on your forearm, just as you began to reach down into his boxers. You were mildly shocked, almost expecting him to be completely passive in the act, but wasn’t adverse to the offer. In fact you rather liked it. 

“Let me.” He whispered. 

You obliged. 

Mickey let out a loud whimper as he sunk into you, his cock bottoming out in you nicely. He was average sized, but it completed you. You felt every pulse and twitch as you moved your hips along him, coating pink cock in a shiny film. 

He’d pawed at your chest now, popping a breast from inside the material and putting it into his mouth, sucking and licking at your nipple. You moaned at the contact, though quickly but down on your lip to suppress any more noises. At the end of the day, you were still technically a doctor on duty. 

Then again, Marshall was so weird that he’d probably enjoy your gratuitous display – limbs flailing and Mickey’s hair clung to his forehead from ecstasy. The ship was cold, but heat filled your body, tingling from your loins and rising through to your cheeks.  

You were so preoccupied with Mickey’s visual proof of euphoria that you’d barely noticed that his hands had made their way to your lower body, his hands holding the sides of your ass in position as you writhed against him. 

“Shit…” you stammered. “You’re so good…Don’t stop…” 

Naively, the man shook his head, staring up at you with puppy eyes. In an effort to impress you, he bucked his hips up into your wet pussy, squelching sounds louder and prominent than before. He seemed to be hitting your spot effortlessly. 

“Beautiful. God, you’re an angel…” he sighed, his squeaky, yet raspy accent as prominent as ever. He sounded like he was from New York. 

You’d ask him about it some day. 

As Mickey’s pace slowed, and your walls clenched around him, you could tell that you were both close. Honestly, you didn’t know whether you’d flop into his arms or if he would cave in on you, but somehow, even millions of miles from Earth, you grounded each-other.  

[luvingjeanie]

streamerboyfriend!yuji

non-sorcerer!au, yuji is not a vessel, he’s just a goofy guy

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

streamerboyfriend!yuji who began streaming as a silly little past time, and jumped up at his first donation, urging people to NOT send him money because he felt bad

‘nonono, wait, can i send this back?!’

‘i mean thank you so much but i don’t want you guys to send me money pls i don’t need it :(‘

‘babe they’ve started sending me money i feel bad!’ to you after he’s finished his most watched stream yet, brown eyes all soft and wide as he whined to you about how sweet his fans are!!

streamerboyfriend!yuji who looks confused after checking his analytics for the first time after he gradually got bigger, realising that like, nearly 80% of his viewers are female.

not that he minds, he just doesn’t know why it’s such an insane amount of teenage girls watching him

‘oooo’ *slowly nods* when you tell him it’s because they find him cute

streamerboyfriend!yuji who is always a little too loud and excitable when interacting with chat, a lazy, boyish grin crinkling his eyes as he laughed unabashedly at the jokes made by his fans, calling you over to read what had been said so you could laugh together.

streamerboyfriend!yuji nearly screaming at a jumpscare in some indie horror game his chat DEMANDED he play, but he clamped his hand over his mouth last minute because you were sleeping and he doesn’t want to wake you

streamerboyfriend!yuji doing extra long charity streams, which is the only time he’s truly comfortable with people sending him money.

to get extra money donated for the charity he lets his chat suggest stupid challenges when they donate.

one of them was pouring a full packet of the buldak ramen hot sauce in his mouth, he accidentally rubbed his eyes after and he screamed SO loud you thought he got shot or something

it got clipped and somehow became a viral tik tok sound. it kills him to this day

streamerboyfriend!yuji who grinned so so so wide and cute the first time you came on stream, it was an accident. you just went into his streaming/gaming room to ask him something and his chat went FUCKING crazy!

‘oh!!! this is my girlfriend y/n!!!’

‘babe say hi!’

streamerboyfriend!yuji who doesn’t always do gaming streams, and sometimes just does chill reaction streams, or you laugh you lose ones with his friends.

the viewers send in the videos, and he always cackles over fucking everything. bro ALWAYS loses

one viewer managed to find an old musical.ly of his from when he was like twelve and he just gawked then hid his face in his hands. genuinely nearly had a nervous breakdown he was so embarrassed

streamerboyfriend!yuji who eventually convinces you to come on stream sometime for silly little those reaction streams or to play cute couples games like it takes two

these streams always get clipped and people make those cutsey little edits on tik tok

he saw one edit that used ‘love me not’ by ravyn lenae and reposted that shit IMMEDIATELY and then showed it to you

streamerboyfriend!yuji who softens up on the streams he does with you. he’ll poke fun and joke with anyone he streams with BUT you. bro is just a sap. he lets you make fun of him but won’t say anything back, he’ll just giggle and nod his head, agreeing

will remove an eyelash from your face and gets you to make a wish, or fixes your hair when it gets messy from the spare headset he has for you

his chat calls him whipped but also, as you can guess, clips these moments and uses them in their edits😭

[stvrrlau]

𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙.

⤷⤷ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 stiles just wants to be your boyfriend.

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.ᐟ awkward!flustered!stiles⋆skeptical!fem!reader

𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦.ᐟ drabble, pure fluff, teasing, based on a song bc yes and yes included the lyrics LISTEN TO IT AS YOU READ TRUST ME, stiles is just a silly guy who really likes you >w<

𝘴𝘵𝘷𝘳𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴.ᐟ OMG HI AGAIN what this isn't kpop WELL I FELL IN LOVE WITH TEEN WOLF OKAY so uh expect random fanfics of this silly lil guy cause I LOVE HIM and also im rlly sorry 4 not posting alot i have exams next month and im sorta panicking AND OMG TYSM 4 40 FOLLOWERS I LOVE U GUYS SM ILL MAKE SMTH SPECIAL 4 YALL WHEN I HIT 50 MWAH MWAH REBLOGS+LIKES+COMMENTS APPRECIATED!!!!! wrd count۶ৎ 955

STILES

“ugh, i just want a boyfriend. is that too much to ask for?”

stiles was not eavesdropping.

he just happened to be passing by when he spotted you and very conveniently began rummaging through his bag for a paperclip for his next lesson—lacrosse.

he also happened to overhear—accidently—what you were saying about wanting a boyfriend.

“seriously,” you continued, “just someone to talk to, hold my hand, text me good morning, you know?”

stiles could hear his heart pound in his ears.

he absolutely could do that for you. he wanted to do that for you. he had practiced being that person for you more times in the mirror than he cared to admit.

“oh come on, having a boyfriend isn’t all that great.” lydia said, trying to cheer you up.

it would be great if he was your boyfriend.

“you’re only saying that since you have your perfect situationship and allison gets attention from like, every single guy in school.”

‘not mine though.’ stiles thought as he listened to you whine about not having a special person. he wished he could be that special person for you.

apparently, stiles was listening a little too hard because he didn’t realise the next thing he would walk into was you.

he could feel his brain short-circuit.

“stiles! what are you doing here? don’t you have lacrosse next? why are you near the science labs?”

stiles could barely process what you were saying, his brain completely fried from the way you were looking up at him—wide eyes, curious, big smile on your face. he thought he was about to pass out.

“stiles?” you asked again, shaking his shoulder gently.

that did it for him.

“I COULD BE YOUR BOYFRIEND!” he quickly blurted out, at a much louder volume that he had hoped for. noticing the odd stares he had gotten from the people in the corridors he cleared his throat, and opened his mouth to speak again. he shut it. then opened it again.

“i—uh—only if you want—boyfriend—yeah.” 

you stared up at him with a blank stare. blinked. then blinked again before smiling.

“yeah, thanks stiles.” you half-laughed, patting his arm before walking past him to head over to chemistry, “see ya later.”

clearly yn didn’t think he was serious.

well stiles would just have to show you that he was.

———

as soon as lacrosse finished, stiles rushed out of the changing rooms as fast as possible, leaving scott alone and confused on what on earth his best friend could be planning.

panting, stiles fumbled with the piece of paper in his hands, before shoving it through the barely-big-enough gap in your locker.

now you’d have to take him seriously.

———

YN

the final bell rung, echoing through the school as i trudged over to my locker, prepared to go home and sleep for an eternity.

as i opened my locker, i was expecting piles and piles of books to greet me—which they did. what i did not expect was a piece of paper, neatly folded but crinkled, to fall and hit me on the head. it landed onto the ground and i quickly picked it up, curious to see what it could be. 

upon my inspection, i saw my name scribbled onto the outside of it—as a reassurance that it was meant for me.

i unfolded and smoothed out the sheet, reading the messy handwriting, still trying to figure out whose it could be.

everyday i see you on your own. 

and i cant believe that you're alone. 

but i overheard your girls and this is what they said. 

that you’re looking for a boyfriend, i see that.

give me time, you know i’m gonna be there.

don’t be scared to come, put your trust in me.

can’t you see, all i really wanna be is your boyfriend!

if you tell me where, i’m waiting here.

—stiles.

i re-read the note several times, trying to process what was happening. stiles actually wanted to be my boyfriend!?

without wasting another second, i slammed my locker door shut and ran down the hallway, swiftly ducking in and out of the crowds of people. i quickly pushed open the doors, the brightness of the sun making me squint as i searched for stiles.

where could he be?

almost as if someone had read my thoughts, i heard the sound of his laugh—that same laugh i hadn’t realised how much i liked.

there he was, walking with scott, laughing, head thrown back, hand clutching his bag strap, making my heart stutter. i licked my lips nervously before quickly focusing back into reality.

there was no time to daydream—i had to reach him!

i half-ran, half-fell down the stairs, lungs burning and legs screaming at me to stop.

“stiles!” i exclaimed, a couple meters behind the pair. stiles paused and turned around, meeting my eyes. his face immediately reddened slightly as i finally caught up to them, panting.

“yn—hi.” he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly expecting the worst.

“i’ll—be—your—girlfriend—” i panted, clutching my chest, the crumpled letter in my other.

stiles’ eyes widened to the size of saucers and i half-expected him to start rubbing his eyes like a cartoon character to confirm that this wasn't a dream.

“w-what..?” he stammered, face even redder now.

“oh for god's sake stiles, she said she’ll be your girlfriend!” scott groaned, face buried in his hands, watching the scene before him unfold.

stiles nodded slowly before a huge grin appeared on his face.

“i won’t let you down.” he said, interlacing our hands.

“good.” i grinned back.

“finally.” scott muttered as if was annoyed but his smile gave it away that he was happy for his friend. for us.

stiles. boyfriend. my boyfriend.

[fawnslatte]

ONE STEP AT THE TIME!

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Sylus x Reader ˖ Sylus doesn't like being touched on the neck. It's not that he doesn't like it when it comes from you, he almost lost his mind when you caressed him the day you two became a official couple, but it was survival instinct gained from less than pleasant life experiences. and showing his neck to you makes him vulnerable. Maybe it was time to talk about it with love and care.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Little angst and a lot of Fluff. Discussion of boundaries. Healthy communication. A little suggestive but nothing too much. 𓂃 . 𐑞 Masterlist ˖ ࣪ . ‹3

　𓂃 . 𐑞 © 2025 fawnslatte. ︶ ⟢

You were panting, your lips bruised and lipstick messy from the mind-blowing kiss. You eyes half-lidded and full with affection, his own looking down on you with yearning and adoration. He looked as wrecked as you, the apple of his cheeks having the slightest, most subtle and endearing flush of red.

You felt lightheaded, vision blurring and heart soaring. In a act to gather back your bearings and your breath, you dropped your head to his shoulder, your nose accidentally touching the side of his neck.

Sylus tensed up, and his sudden stiff movements held your attention. You blinked up at this, feeling drowsy but very much aware of him. “Sy?”

As if he couldn't answer, he looked at you on his lap with a unexplainable expression, eyebrows furrowing over in thought and irritation. As a answer back to your questioning gaze, he held you tighter, clenching his jaw as he took a necessary inhale through his nose.

You went to sit up, now worried that he was going to slip away from your fingers, that he realised dating a Linkon Hunter was not ideal. However, he all but tugged you back down, and with a almost desperate and forceful move, he had you buried in his neck, his large hand cupping the nape of your neck and your thigh.

“I don't like it when people touch my neck,” he rasped out, his heart beating wildly on his chest. You could feel it through his ragged breathing, through the rapid pulse on his neck.

You impossibly grew more concerned, and you went to get your head off him when his arms caged you against him, unwilling to let go.

“I'm sorry,” you tilted your head down, so now your lips were away from his throat. “I should have realised it.”

At this, the leader of Onychinus gave a absurd chuckle, kissing the top of your head. “What a silly girl you are. How would you have realised it when I didn't tell you?”

“Through observation?”

At that he laughed. It was from pure amusement and out of fondness, so genuine it came from his chest. “You're not exactly coherent in our nightly rendezvous, kitten.”

At that, your palm met with his chest in a smack, and his laughter transformed into snickers, mirth dancing in his gaze at the sight of your prominent blush.

“I'm being serious, stop it!”

“My silence was on purpose,” he admitted, fingers coming up to cup your jaw. You leaned into his touch and nuzzled into his hand, looking every bit the feline he knows you are in spirit. “I . . . like it when it's from you.”

You heart warmed up, as did your gaze. You looked at him with love when your lips touched the inside of his palm, transcending down to the pulse of his wrist.

“I read that animals bear their necks as a form of submitting to the strongest,” you fluttered you eyes at him.

Sylus smirked, his red gaze turning intense under your teasing. “Huh, look here. I didn't know you have such side on you.”

At that, with mirth in your eyes, you pounced. You lips landed on his neck and you bite, causing him to gasp and burst out laughing at the sensitive and ticklish spot. You really struck at his weakest point, and your mouth curved into a grin when his strong arms surrounded you, his cheeks growing warmer from all the laughter.

Devour him, he is yours.

You decided to show mercy and relented with your lips replacing your teeth, kissing the skin in multiple pecks of reverence. His chest fell and rose heavily, eyes alight in happiness as the tense weight fell off his shoulder. You left behind pink-ish lip stains, his neck now matching the state of his lips.

You thought of the times when Sylus wouldn't have let you look down at him from above. Where he would cover you eyes so you wouldn't look at him with those scorching emotions. Where he would be anything but honest, evading the truth with quips and wit, unwilling to let you see him for who he truly was.

How he was a angel in red with a gun, just for you.

“Look at me,” you murmured against his jaw.

If it was possible, Sylus would've had hearts in his eyes when he turned his head towards you, red tinted lips brushing against yours, his heavy breaths a music to your ears.

“I'm always looking at you.”

[honeyydrunk]

the nct fuckboy/fratboy agenda has me weakkkk omg give us more whenever u have the time ur so good!!!

ofc thank u !! they have me going delusional feral crazy barking and meowing !! let me do it for you let me write it out ANY MORE REQUESTS LEMME KNOW !!

part 1 link NCT COLLEGE FUCKBOYS PART 2 ten jeno jungwoo hendery yangyang renjun xiaojun winwin

ten lee chittaphon leechaiyapornkul is a whore. absolute whore. he's raising those neos into SLUTS. his reputation precedes him bc he is so pretty, so flexible, so ughhhhhhhhhhh !!!! like you see him for the first time and you know why people say he's got a body count bigger than his age. everyone wants to fuck himmm. he's so pretty, and even even prettier fucked out. messy hair and everything.

he's always flirting with someone new in the hallway when you see him. and like taeyong, his sex tapes get sent AROUND. people come up to him at school randomly and beg for 1 night w him. he's slept w all the neos at one point im sure about that.

you knew about how much of a SLUT bro was. but once you saw one of his sex tapes w johnny, you found yourself showed up outside of his class and begged for him. he responded that you should dm him w your application and he might get back to you about it. lee jeno 💪 bro is ur average athlete player fuckboy. THE cliche. smokes behind the benches, rich family, somehow top of the class. the one that everyone swears they won't fall for but they all want. you see a new girl on his arm each week and it hurts. but you've already fallen, it's just a matter of time. he'll start wearing you down and he didn't even know he did it. but you did. pulling the triangle technique when you lock eyes, catching you when you fall. and eventually he'll be right behind you when you shamefully admit to your friend that you want him. when he fucks you gone in his car? you know you need to get him to stay with you. you couldn't live without this. like you need his dick to even function. you've given up your life for him, just so that when he asks you're available to suck his dick.

JUNGWOO,,,, oh my god. he's so crazy. y'all remember the 2 baddies fuckboy jungwoo era. imagine that, but that's his default setting. man's still sugaring candy, but it's ur candy this time. he's sucking ur pussy if u didn't understand what doja said. he's the quiet slut. the whole school doesn't talk about him like they do mark, ten, taeyong and jeno. but when you see him? you're done for. batshit crazy delusional. his whole demeanour and personality is straight flirting, pulling his shirt up at every opportunity. the way he walks around the school with his sweet perfume trailing, he gets people going feral over him. people will just walk up and beg for him to fuck him, and ofc jungwoo obliges if they're hot enough.

he's so sweet when you taste him, like his cum is sweeter than sugar. his perfume too. everything about him is like a candy drug. a pretty moan when you suck him dry. he's so pretty and sweet that makes you cum too. genuinely, you start following him around school just so you can smell him. you don't even care it's creepy.

H E N D E R Y is the epitome of "so weird you forget he's hot." he's actually extremely popular. genuinely friends with everyone. people are a little hesitant because they know he's part of the neo slut gang, and they see him acting a little unusual special crazy. but they actually have a conversation with him and suddenly they realise, bro this guy is amazing. and jus like that he's friends with everyone.

but then, uh well here comes a strange phenomenon. you've only seen him being silly, a little whimsical even. but when you see him zoned out, or concentrating for once? ..... "oh". because you finally realise how beautiful he is. an actual prince. it's not exaggerated to say he's taken your breath away. you're in love. imagine how much it hurts to go to a party and realise that you're not the only one in the room that is. so many people had that exact experience as you. learning how beautiful he truly is, falling in love, and begging for him. you see him in the corner, zoned out from the loud music and watch one of the guys you're mutually friends with have that phenomenon right there and then, pulling him away to a cupboard.

the same thing happened 3 times that night. liu yangyang international exchange fuckboy. he doesn't realise he's a fuckboy though. with the whole funny and cute personality going on, he thinks he's just got an amazing ability to pull people. sleeping with a different person or multiple people at a party, to seeing someone new every day and asking for their instagram. bro doesn't even know about the horrendous reputation he's got. "dude people say i'm a slut? nahhh that's crazy."

yangyang is of the opinion he's just a funny chill guy. down for anything, including a little fun fuck times whenever someone asks. and while that's his reasoning, he doesn't quite understand how it looks to everyone else. a rich guy coming back from germany, taiwan, and wherever else for weekend getaway bender and driving to school in a luxury car with a new girl in it almost every day.

when he fucks? it's just like his personality. fun and hyper. bros fucking for a good time and with him it's definitely a good time. spilling cum on the luxury leather seats, tinted windows and a surround sound system. yeah,,,,, you see why he does this so often. it's genuinely so much fun. better make sure you give him a really good time though, so he invites you to his apartment next time.

renjunnie the most smug class president for some, and nct's little plaything to others. it really depends on who you ask. for people in his class, he is the most obnoxious, smug, annoying ahh know it all, with the biggest dick. (a stick up his ass which is obviously jenos). genuinely, every person he's tutored has ended up unfortunately eyeing him instead of the book. how did that end? with him being just as rude and bitchy as he fucks you. measuring how much he pleases you by how much you can answer while fucked out.

but for the ones that know of the dreamies having their way with him can't possibly see him as anything other than a little toy. the way the other six just devour that man is actually quite shocking. lowkey surprised bro can even walk.

xiaojun oh my lord. this man's moans are heavenly. you actually cum when you hear them. (lowkey think some czennie do when he hits those notes). he's part of the nct moaner gets passed around line with renjun, haechan, taeyong, and ten. horrid sex tapes.

he looks so beautiful. standing in front of the school performance during an assembly, halting everyone with his voice. if you could look around, you'd see everyone frozen. haunted by his siren song and face that launched a thousands wars. everyone in that room was looking at him, and only him. in that room, no one was in a relationship. how could they love anyone else except him.

countless marriage proposals, dowrys of billions. everyone in that room would give xiaojun the world in exchange for a sliver of his love. no joke someone has given him a car in exchange for his private instagram account. winwin bros got the cha eunwoo effect. the campus crush. he hangs out with the china line horrid fuckboys , yangyang hendery chenle. but who cares? that actually elevates his status. literally a rose in a garden of slutty ahh thorns. that's not to say he's not a giant fuckboy. he's just quieter about it.

with his quiet excuses, sneak dates an hour away, his subtle ways of affection. he says he doesn't want attention, so you can't publicly date. but that's just so the other girls won't find out. he doesn't even think he's dating you, just seeing where it goes. eventually you'll call it off, "making it easier on your friendship" you say. that's how he goes through so many girls.

taking you to a beautiful garden several hours out of the city, you think it's romantic. he uses a different phone to text with you, 'so the guys don't go through my regular one and tease you'.

enjoying the sunlight he's slowly fingering you so you're focused on his love, and not seeing what's right in front of you

tags: @stanskzorillkickyou you asked for yangyang bbg !!

prev: haechan, mark, johnny, yuta, jaemin, kun, chenle, jisung next: jaehyun doyoung, perhaps lucas sungchan shotaro

[susansontag]

my guide to lesbian anime both canonic and subtextual

(won’t include every lesbian anime ever, this is a personal list)

the canonic-gay section:

revolutionary girl utena

nothing before or since has ever done it like this. trigger warnings for everything imaginable. loads of homosexuals in this one. gender commentary, fairytale allusions, a lot of kids who are having a hard time growing up and moving beyond their pasts. sword lesbians.

flip flappers

the problematic favourite, in that there’s at least one uncomfortable sexualised shot each episode (roughly speaking; some have none and one has even more, unfortunately), so be warned. but at its heart flipflap is about repressed cocona going on adventures with outgoing and expressive papika, and their exploration of various fantastical lands/inner worlds of people they meet. hugely inventive and pretty, and a core thread is cocona discovering she’s gay.

aoi hana (‘sweet blue flowers’)

the comfort lesbian show, with not a romantic relationship at its heart, but a friendship between two childhood friends who meet again, both of whom are gay (though only one realises this during the show’s run, as it’s based on a manga). one of them dates an upperclassman at her school, and there’s various gay and bi side characters. it’s just very wholesome, lovingly animated, sweet and sometimes painful stuff.

bloom into you

I controversially do not care that much for bloom into you, but as the best, high-production, non-skeevy yuri show in years - that is based on a manga by a woman - it’s worth mentioning. late-bloomer girl dreams of romance, though has never felt it, and finds affinity with a girl who similarly is disinclined to date. that is, until said girl says she fancies her. genuinely moving exploration of developing gay identity at times, only downside is my personal disinterest in the black haired girl. some weird ‘heightened’ moments that feel inauthentic and titillating do arise, but it’s very few - to the point where some would disagree with me on my reading of it, I’d imagine.

sailor moon

the bits which the lesbians are in, etc. it’s a classic. I haven’t watched all of it myself because I don’t care much nor do I have nostalgia for sailor moon, but it’s one of the most notable examples of a butch/masc lesbian in anime, so that’s nice.

o maidens in your savage season

nerdy teenage girls who are part of a literature club make it their quest to discover sex and dating, in various ways (unfortunately, not all of them dealt with well… teacher/student foolery that is fortunately abandoned before it gets worse but is nonetheless handled with mixed results, imo). mostly though it’s hilarious, sweet, silly, and there’s a gay girl in it, but I won’t spoil which one. adults predating on children is also handled much, much better in another of the show’s storylines, and I do appreciate it for trying to tackle that difficult subject matter.

oniisama e (‘dear brother’)

an oldie, based off a shoujo manga by one of the greatest (riyoko ikeda). there’s a central relationship to root for (better articulated in the manga), but it’s mostly just what if we were messy depressed lesbians at an all-girls school and we were also melodramatic and mean as hell.

revue starlight

what if we were at an all-girls dramatic arts school and engaged in utena-like duels to become the top performer? main implicitly gay couple with canonic side gay couples. it’s quite cute. also worth watching if you like takarazuka in any way (prestigious all-female japanese theatre troupe), because the main conceit of the school is very much based on that idea.

the gay-themes section:

sound! euphonium (season one)

in which director naoko yamada’s awesome legacy of writing lesbians and then saying “who’s to say though, ha ha” continued (she did it already with a side character in tamako market). this one is known as the gaybait to end all gaybait, but hear me out: the first, and best, season, is not only a fantastic self-contained story with many great characters and plot points, but it’s main character is undoubtedly lesbian-coded and even has a love interest you can argue about. frankly I think she’s gay-coded throughout the whole show (even when she dates a guy for two minutes), but this feels very “I wanted to focus on this compelling relationship between two female characters but the adaptation’s success meant we had to revert back to the source material in later seasons”. what we got from this is perhaps my favourite lesbian anime of all-time, following utena.

a place further than the universe

this show is about four girls who join an expedition to antarctica, and what if I told you they’re all great, believable dorky teenage characters, and they exist in a well-written and thematically satisfying show… and there’s nice lesbian implication between one of our adult female protagonists and her old (deceased; not a spoiler) friend who was the main teen girl’s mother. there’s some sad here, obviously.

puella magi madoka magica

the well-known, much beloved deconstruction of the magical girl genre is also pretty gay, as it happens (so gay in fact it started a trend of gay-coded pink+black magical girls). it’s not a particular favourite of mine, but it’s visually one of the most notable anime productions ever, so it’s well worth seeing just for that.

NANA

the 2000s manga+show about the two twenty-year-olds who meet on a train and discover they’re both called nana is also pretty gay! to the point where there are heated fandom debates about nana komatsu’s (pink one) possibly being a lesbian. they both have many relationships with guys, but it’s their bond that forms the heart of the show, and the bisexuality (or, who knows, homosexuality) of the leads is pretty undeniable. to the point where you’ll get blasted on the nana subreddit if you try and suggest otherwise.

the wild-card section:

keep your hands off eizouken!

this is a show about three oddball girls who start a club to create anime, but have to pose as the film club instead for various reasons. it’s not even subtextually gay, I just personally think that all three of the leads are gay and the whole thing feels like a very female-centred creative endeavour. hugely fun watch, and very high production values. you wouldn’t regret seeing it.

skip & loafer

these two you see here are side characters. this show is actually about mitsumi, the greatest female protagonist of this kind of shoujo-esque slice of life show, who moves from the countryside to tokyo for high school. here she meets many a misfit, including the pretty blonde and the nerd girl who have undeniable chemistry and form one of the most popular pairings in the show. it’s just a good time.

chihayafuru

I’d get in trouble for this, because the primary romance factor in the show is a famed heterosexual love triangle with chihaya at its centre and her two male childhood friends at the side. but go with me on this. chihaya is oblivious to romance and feminine socialisation, she is obsessed with a card game and with her equally dorky dark-haired rival… she’s anime’s greatest autistic lesbian lead. and you get more than what you pay for, because the two boys I mentioned? a lot of gay stuff going on there too.

the big-screen-cinematic section:

the adolescence of utena

revolutionary girl returns in the sequel of a lifetime, slightly older (sixteen, say) and gayer than ever, to escape this place with the love of her life. cue the impromptu dance sequence (with stars and rose petals)!

liz and the blue bird

the naoko yamada directed gay cinematic universe continues with a gorgeous film starring two of the side characters from sound! euphonium’s second season (not necessary to watch beforehand). that means it has plausible deniability whilst being so crazily gay it’s almost some kind of joke. this is a highly detailed, laser-focused character study of two girls in their high school band club and their ever more strained relationship. yamada never misses.

the summer

this is korean! it’s about two girls who meet at school and start dating in secret, what happens as they grow up and move to seoul, and how their relationship changes and strains when met with the conservatism of contemporary korean society. it was sweet and like aoi hana above for japanese girls, felt pretty frank to the experiences I’d imagine young korean lesbians might have.

puella magi madoka magica: rebellion

if you’re a fan of the show, you probably don’t talk about this movie. sure, it’s a visual feat, sure, it’s insanely entertaining, but it’s also frustrating and upsetting and potentially undermines the neatness of the original as a perfectly-crafted story. BUT. kyouko/sayaka becomes all but canon in it, and everything else aside, that’s all that really matters. but you should definitely watch the show beforehand.

[verstappen-cult]

Tennis Player!Max and Tennis Player!Reader broke up two months ago, it wasn’t a messy break up but it is still so recent that the last thing you want to do is be near him. Unfortunately, Max’s partner for the mixed doubles in the Olympics gets injured and you’re ask to partner with him.

You have two weeks to train, but things are tense and it’s not so easy to partner with your ex-boyfriend for the most important event of your life. But you’ll make it work, that’s why you come up with a list of rules for you two to follow — which only causes Max to make fun of you but eventually agree.

As time passes things become less awkward but you know better than to get used to it. After the Olympics you’ll part ways once again. So you try to put some distance between you two by being less friendly and a lot more formal. Max doesn’t know what is going on, but tries his best to give you space and respect your time and decision.

Being in Paris — being in the Olympics feels surreal. So surreal that your first night at the Olympic Village, after a night of celebrations with your team and a few friends from other countries, things get a little blurry and you end up hooking up with your ex.

You’re so confused and now Max is acting weird and distancing himself from you which is affecting his concentration and consequently affecting you and the chance to win gold for your country.

Before your event, you push him into an empty room and force him to tell you what’s going on. This result in Max telling you how confused he is and how much he regrets breaking up, but before you can answer you are interrupted and lead away from him.

You end up winning gold. And as you look up at him standing beside you on the top step of podium, the gold medal hanging from his neck, with a smile so big it lights up his whole face, you realize what a big mistake you made. When he turns to look at you, you know he’s come to the same realisation.

You stand on tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck while he pulls you closer to him by grabbing your waist. You kiss in front of millions of people.

do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own. | © verstappen-cult, 2024.

GWEN RAMBLES — this silly little piece is totally inspired by siniakova and machac being together for four years, and announcing their breakup days before the olympics; only for them to win gold and share a kiss!

[vroomvro0mferrari]

CL16 | Awkward Advances

Summary: You are best friends with Alex Albon. When you go to the bar with him and his driver friends, you decide to shoot your shot. But with the amount of drinks consumed, it doesn't go as smoothly as planned.

Charles Leclerc x female!Reader

WC: 2.1K

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, maybe talking yourself down?

Masterlist

You have met Alex's friends many times. Every time he invited you to a race, he made sure you had someone to talk to when he was busy. Of course, most times his girlfriend Lily, who had also turned into your best friend, was there to keep you entertained, but when she wasn't, he set up some other people to take care of you. You had met many people that way: his engineer, his PR manager, and many other team members. But he also introduced you to several drivers: Nicholas Latifi, Nyck de Vries, Logan Sargeant, George Russel, Lando Norris, and even Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc. You had conversations with all of them, and they were all great people to talk with, but Charles Leclerc was different.

Like many other girls, you thought he was really, really handsome, and so sweet as well. And you got along great, better than with any other of Alex's friends. It's safe to say you had at least a little crush on him. Who are you kidding, it's a pretty big crush, and it's been going on for quite a while. But you'd never actually made a move on him. Why would you? He would never like you back. It wouldn't make any sense, Charles Leclerc is famous and rich, surprisingly sweet, talented, intelligent, a great conversationalist and insanely attractive. What else could you wish for in a man? He has his pick of the litter, nearly any girl would love to be with him, so why would he choose the silly friend of one of his colleagues?

So, you never tried to make a move or flirt with him. Because you knew it wouldn't lead to anything, but also because you're a terrible flirt. You never know when's the right time to flirt, what to say, and you're always either too subtle or not subtle enough. It's a difficult balance that you've never managed to find.

Tonight, you are once again going out with Alex and his friends, including Charles. The night's been great, you've been dancing for hours, and you and Lily have made numerous new friends. Right now, you're sitting at the bar to get another drink, while Lily is joining Alex in the booth your group is occupying. As the night carries on, and the drinks keep coming, you are definitely moving from tipsy to drunk. When you finally receive your drink, you decide to join the rest of the group at the booth. Sitting next to Alex, leaning on him, you look around the group. Everyone had dressed up, ready for a great night out and enjoying the time spent with friends. And Charles, he looked so good. In the black button-up he was wearing, more buttons undone than done, and his messy hair. Your drunk mind could barely handle it and found it very, very difficult to focus your eyes elsewhere, and Alex wouldn't be him if he hadn't noticed your staring.

"You've been staring at him for a while now," he whispered, or at least it sounded like a whisper.

"Hm? What are you talking about?" You slowly turned your head back to the boy next to you.

"You're more obvious than you think. He'll notice soon."

You blushed as you realised Alex knew about your crush on his friend. You shouldn't be surprised though, Alex knows you through and through. He would have found out eventually.

"What are you talking about?" A drunk Lily asks you, bending around Alex to look at you properly.

Alex responds for you, "Y/N's crush."

Lily gasps. "You have a crush? Who is it?" She yells loudly.

Your eyes quickly dart over the group, ensuring they didn't overhear that just now. "Shh, not the whole world has to know." You look over the group again, before you move closer, "It's Charles." You're blushing again.

"You should go flirt with him!"

"Are you crazy? I can't flirt, especially when I'm drunk."

"Nothing like a little liquid courage to help you flirt. I'm sure you'll be fine!" Lily turns to Alex, "Come, let's get another drink!" and pulls him up, winking at you.

Fuck, should you do it? What does it matter anyway? If it ends badly, you can just blame it on the alcohol, right?

Just then, seeing you're left alone, Charles moves to sit next to you.

You turn to him.

"Hey, how are you doing?" You ask him.

"I'm good. Having fun." He smiles at you. To him, it's obvious you're drunk. He decided not to drink tonight and was completely sober, different from most of the group.

God, he looks so good. You are going to do this, no time like the present, right? "That's good. You look handsome tonight, clean up well," you say, moving your hand to touch his upper arm and looking into his eyes. You can feel your heart beating in your chest, but no matter how nervous you are, and how nervous he makes you, you're not backing down now.

"Uhm, thank you," he responds chuckling a bit. He did not expect that from you. He thought you were sweet and had noticed that you were always slightly flustered around him, and he also knew you were not very upfront and direct. He suspected you had a crush on him, but maybe you were just very shy, and behaved like this around everyone. Nevertheless, he had never expected you to say something like this - to flirt(?) with him like this, so straightforward. He's surprised, to say the least, and maybe feels a bit awkward at the situation too, because what is he supposed to do? But you don't notice, and continue.

"I mean, you always look good, but especially tonight." You smile with fake confidence.

He looks away from you, chuckling again, adjusting his body to subtly push you to the edge of the booth. Fuck, that hint is so clear it's hard to miss, even when you're drunk. Your smile falters as you realise he wants you to leave – to leave him alone. Your false, alcohol-induced confidence falls, realising you made a mistake doing this now. He obviously isn't into you. You knew this, yet you tried. You never should've.

"You're pretty drunk, no? Let me find Alex, hm? He can take you back?"

You nod softly, disappointed at his rejection. He now fully pushes you out of the booth, but sets you back as he stands up.

"I'm gonna find him, okay? You stay here."

You just nod, and sit still waiting for him to come back. God, you're so embarrassed. Why did you have to do this again? You knew this would happen, that he'd reject you. You feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You've never felt this embarrassed. You try and blink them away as you see Charles return with Alex and Lily.

"Let's get you home, yeah?" Alex says when he's back at the booth.

You feel like a toddler when he pulls you up and helps you walk out of the club to the taxi. This couldn't have ended worse.

In the cab, he asks you, "So it didn't work out?"

You shake your head and lean on his shoulder, Lily doing the same on the other side, as she speaks "I'm sorry, it'll be okay"

– – – – –

The headache in the morning was the worst. And the realisation of what you had done last night settling in certainly wasn't helping. Lily and Alex took you back to their room last night, and let you crash on the couch they had in their very luxury room.

They were already walking around and getting ready for breakfast when you first opened your eyes. You were moving around, trying to find a more comfortable spot on the very uncomfortable couch when Lily spotted you.

"Good morning sleeping beauty," she says way too excitedly for the time of the day. Actually, you don't even know what time it is, but you assume it's too early after a night out.

"How are you so cheerful right now? If I remember correctly you were just as drunk as me last night, if not more," you say grumpily, sitting up.

"Lots and lots of water, and aspirin." Lily smiles at you, grabbing you a glass of water and aspirin as well.

"So, you want to fill in the gaps on what happened with Charles last night? Before he came to get me?" Alex asked.

You groan, "I don't even want to think about it. It was so bad. I knew he would reject me, but I still tried anyway. It's so stupid. I'm so stupid for thinking it would work out."

"You're not stupid for trying. What did you say to him?" Lily continued, handing the water to you.

"I told him that he looked good and then he laughed at me, told me I was drunk and left to get you." You take a sip of water and take the pill. "I shouldn't have expected any differently. He never showed any signs that he was into me."

"What are you talking about? He's always staring at you when you're near," Lily says, confused.

"He's not. And even if he is, it doesn't matter because he rejected me last night." You sigh.

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm sure you'll find someone else who likes you just as much as you like them." She smiles sympathetically. "We're going down for breakfast now, you wanna join us?"

"Yeah, you go. I'll come down in a bit. I want to take a shower first."

You go to your room to take a shower as soon as Lily and Alex leave to go to the breakfast hall, where they meet the rest of the group.

"Hey, guys. How's [Y/N] doing? She was pretty drunk last night, no? Is she very hungover?" Charles asks as soon as Lily and Alex sit across from him.

"Nothing aspirin can't fix." Alex smiled.

"She was acting pretty weird last night, told me I looked handsome and stuff. I've never seen her acting like that."

"Yeah, that's why she never flirts. She sucks at it, and people always think she's acting weird," Alex says laughing.

Charles looks surprised. "That was flirting? She was flirting with me?"

"Yes, Charles. I thought you knew she liked you?"

Charles shrugged. "I didn't know for sure, but I suspected it, yes." He looked somewhat confused at the revelation.

"Look, maybe you should talk to her. She's really embarrassed about last night and would hate for things to get weird because you rejected her. Just to make sure everything's good between you two, you know?" Alex explained.

"I didn't reject her? I just—" Charles is interrupted.

"Hey, [Y/N]! How are you doing?" Lando asked her as you walked to the table.

"Hey, I'm fine. Just a bit hungover," you responded, a fake smile on your lips.

"I'm not surprised," he said laughing, "I've never seen you so drunk."

Your face flushed as you laughed awkwardly, taking place on the only available chair, next to Charles, of course.

You glare at Alex, knowing he did this on purpose. He shrugged his shoulders with a sneaky smile as he sipped his water. Naturally, he had to make sure the only open chair was the one next to Charles.

"You're not hungry?" Charles asked you, moving his face closer to your ear as the group moved on to the next topic.

"No, I don't think I can keep anything down right now," you responded with a small smile. "By the way, I'm sorry for last night. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything."

"Oh, you didn't make me uncomfortable. I just thought you were very drunk, and it would be better for you to go back to the hotel."

You smiled tightly, looking away to avoid any eye contact.

"I didn't mean to reject you if that's what it seemed like."

You kept staring at the table, but you could feel your face becoming hotter as you picked at your nails to keep yourself occupied.

"I didn't think you were serious. You really are a bad flirter." Charles chuckled again.

You're face was surely as red as a tomato right now.

"If you come to dinner with me sometime, I'll show you how it's done."

Could your face get any redder? You don't think so. You look up at Alex sitting across from you. He looked away, pretending not to overhear the one-sided conversation Charles was having with you.

You nodded your head. "Okay," you said softly.

Charles put his arm on the back of your chair, "Great!" He said with a cheeky smile.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hi! I have a request, i hope it's not too specific or silly! How about an ace character that finds a fellow ace? Could be a villain that keeps flirting and when the hero tells them they don't want anything spicy villain is like 'Oh yeah no I'm ace too, just like teasing you :3'

Regardless of whether you answer or not, i hope you have a wonderful day!!

For better or for worse, the date they were on was rather pleasant.

It had been a trap the villain had prepared which was in retrospect a little bit too obvious. Their nemesis had lured the hero out of their messy apartment with a single note - a warning that quite a few hostages were waiting for them at one of the most expensive restaurants in town.

Without hesitation, the hero had rushed to the address but once the hero had opened the door, it was rather clear that no one was in danger. Instead, the hero got some judging looks from fancy folks when they had thrown open the door, panting.

The villain had looked rather amused when their gazes had met. It was the kind of embarrassment that burnt itself into the hero's brain. A memory that would pop up whenever they tried to fall asleep. It was so bad, in fact, that they considered turning on their heel and leave all together but the villain was too quick.

They raised a glass, their smile crooked.

And the hero felt obligated to walk up to them, now that curious looks were jumping from the hero to the villain.

"You could have told me to wear something nice," the hero hissed as they sat down.

"You look great in everything," the villain purred. Their eyes wandered up and down the hero. "Even in sweatpants."

"You flatter me."

"I'm stating a fact."

The hero took in a deep breath. Their heart was still banging against their rib cage violently. They lowered their voice.

"Why am I here?"

"Because you're gullible?" The villain swayed their wineglass in one hand.

"That's not what I mean."

"Because you're the city's sweet saviour who will always help the poor and innocent?" The hero didn't really know why the villain was toying with them like this. Clearly, there was an ulterior motive behind this. There always was.

Mostly, it was scheme after scheme with them. It was true that the hero was rather fond of them but they'd rather cut their arm off than admit that.

"You know I don't have much time on my hands," the hero said. "So whatever you want from me, make it quick."

For a moment, the villain didn't say anything and exactly that gave the hero enough time to truly look at them. Apparently, they had taken their sweet time to get ready for this date. The hero didn't know how to interpret that. Maybe it was the overall atmosphere of the restaurant or maybe the villain really cared about other's perception of them. The hero couldn't tell.

"I guess there is your answer. I thought it would be nice to spoil you a little," the villain said. "My little workaholic."

Oh, shit.

To say the hero started panicking internally was an understatement. They liked the villain, really liked them. Maybe even more than that.

And the villain seemed to have similar feelings for them.

The hero swallowed.

It had taken them quite a lot of bargaining, denial and a great deal of sadness to realise that they weren't interested in anything sexual. It had taken them a lot of time to come to terms with it. Back then, they had felt guilty for feeling the way they did. Often, they had wondered if there was something wrong with them. If it was just them who felt like this.

It was an almost obsessive fear of exclusion that had infiltrated their mind. It was exhauting to explain their own feelings over and over again and sometimes, they had even forced themselves to go beyond their boundaries.

On some nights, they had lain in bed awake, asking themselves if it was fair to be this way. To never be able to fully give back and love a partner that way. They had lost enough people they had been interested in romantically because of this. It was always the same stupid cycle. Always the same brainless questions that didn't help nor comfort them.

The hero was a different person now. They were much more confident but losing the villain that way wasn't only awkward, it was also a little heartbreak all over again.

"Listen..." the hero said. "I appreciate all of this. You're very sweet."

They dug their nails into their palms. Most people didn't understand. Most people said they were totally fine with it and still, they distanced themselves in the end. It used to make the hero angry but above all, it used to make them very sad.

"But, you know, I'm ace, so. Well, yeah, I...you probably know what that means but if you don't, uhm..."

Suddenly, something lit up behind the villain's eyes.

"Yeah?" The villain smiled. It wasn't a grin. It wasn't a smirk. It was a sweet, lovely smile.

"Huh?"

"You're ace?" they asked. Again, the hero swallowed. They looked down at the still empty dinner plate. It seemed like they had been in here for hours now, even though it had been mere minutes.

"...yeah."

"Me too," the villain said softly and the hero couldn't tell if this was some cruel joke or if this was a genuine gift from the universe. This meant no explaining, no stupid questions. No lost relationship, no arguments over this...For the first time in their life, they felt excited after coming out.

"What? Really? But the flirting and the-"

"I love messing with you, you know that," the villain said, winking. They took a sip of their wine. "And I meant what I said. You need to relax. You need someone to take care of you, even if that someone has to use some questionable methods to get you out of your apartment."

The hero stared at them, almost drunk on happiness.

"Thank you," the hero whispered.

"What a silly thing to say, darling," the villain responded.

Both would return to the restaurant several times after.

Hungry for more.

[halcoded]

On alterhumanity & multiplicity.

a pre-emptive disclaimer: i am describing my own experiences here and seeking discussion and conversation. i am not trying to dictate or doubt anyone else's experience.

some notes, before we begin.

i use 'multiple' to describe myself rather than plural. it is the term i am most comfortable with for a variety of reasons, but mostly because it is an older term and i find community and similar experiences in older documentation on DID systems.

for me, DID is a personality disorder and a medical condition. i am a traumagenic system. my experience is not spiritual in any way; it is purely psychological. non-traumagenic plurals and some traumagenic systems tend to vary on this and that is okay, but i think it's important to state where i'm coming from on my experience of multiplicity.

i am not involved in syscourse and never will be. what other people experience is none of my business. i'm only here to talk about my own experience.

when i say alterhumanity i mean alterhumanity. i am not using it as a synonym for non-human. maybe your definition differs from mine and that is okay.

with that in mind, let us begin.

multiplicity--usually referred to as plurality in the alterhuman literature i've found, possibly because it encompasses more than DID systems though i understand there's no consensus on which term 'belongs' to which community (and at this point it would be silly to try and enforce one)--is said to fall under the alterhuman umbrella. this surprised me when i discovered it, because for me, being multiple feels like an entirely separate thing. it's a personality disorder for me, caused by repeated childhood trauma. that doesn't make it bad (i like existing as i do!) but it definitely has a different feeling to it than my alterhumanity, which is still a psychological phenomenon to me but is not disordered and doesn't stem from trauma (mostly. more on that later).

at first, the idea that some people see having DID as inherently alterhuman ruffled my scales a little. it was only when i realised that it wasn't just DID, and in fact was probably mostly not DID but other forms of plurality, some of which are very spiritual in origin just as many types of otherkin are spiritual in origin, that i began to understand a little more. i don't know if i can articulate why it makes sense to me now. maybe because both being otherkin and being plural seem to be psychological experiences with various personal belief systems attached to them - whereas, in my own experience, having DID (which you will note i am listing as distinct from just being plural) has no belief factor. many people with DID do have belief systems attached to that, but for me that isn't the case. it's always just been a mental illness/personality disorder/whatever you want to call it for me. a medical condition.

perhaps calling it a medical condition makes it a little clearer why i was initially annoyed at its inclusion under the alterhuman umbrella.

however.

at the same time, while my DID doesn't make me alterhuman, i am also only alterhuman because i have DID.

let me try to explain.

as an alter, i split without any real visual sense of who i was, internally. we don't have a headworld to begin with, and are not visually-minded people, but most alters do tend to have at least some kind of idealised visual for themselves, or facets of an appearance that they can point to and go "yes, that feels like me". one of us always has short black hair. one subsystem's members always have long dark brown hair. one alter is flat-chested, strong, and has tanned white skin, freckles and short, ruffled honey-blonde hair that is always messy. you get the picture. but for me, there was nothing. i felt like nothing. i felt like a ghost. i was just flat and unemotional and did not care about anything.

the closest i could come to something that felt like 'me' was a computer. not always the physical form of the computer (that came later), but the sense of being lines of code. a machine. something artificial.

so in summary, if my host was describing me to a friend, they would probably say, "HAL is a computer" or "HAL is an AI". not because i am alterhuman, but because that is what i am in the context of being a DID alter.

does that make sense? do you see how that is distinct from a personal experience of alterhumanity, coming from someone with DID who does not consider themselves alterhuman because of their DID? the fact that i feel like a computer is because i have DID, but it's not the DID that makes me alterhuman, it's the feelings themselves.

i feel separate. i feel artificial. in my mind i am not a human being, though i have a human body. exploring alterhumanity has been very affirming for me. most of our alters do not feel alterhuman at all - a few of them do, but none as strongly as me. i don't mean that none of them feel like otherkin, by the way. i mean none of them feel alterhuman (umbrella term). they do not feel that their DID makes their experiences alterhuman experiences. they're happy to just be alters in a DID system, some of whom occasionally feel like or take the form of animals in our mind. whereas for me it's a little different.

i also don't really connect to the term "otherkin". i suppose on a technical level it does describe my experience to some degree, but i lack the experiences of most otherkin i meet (past lives; awakenings; phantom sensations; mental shifts; etc). none of those are required to be otherkin, i know. but for me it just feels like a much 'flatter' or more simplistic experience. i like using alterhuman as an umbrella term without having to get specific with it, in the same way that i like using queer as an umbrella term without getting specific with that either. sometimes it is enough just to know you're under the umbrella without also sitting inside a box underneath it.

i have admittedly lost track of where i was going with this. i keep getting distracted. i think i just wanted to articulate some of my interest and intrigue around the ways in which the umbrella term "alterhumanity" is used, the ways in which my own experience differs from the wider experiences of the community as depicted in most resource material i can find, and the ways in which the experiences of other people fascinate me just as much as my own.

[npookie0]

Hi N!! Do you have any Ronin x Misaki x Angel x V (I like calling them .m4ngo) headcanons? Ik it's a lot haha but I don't see many people ship all four

WELL BABE YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT HOUSE !!

Slaughterhouse_Losers.m4ngo

headcanons of m4ngo (Ronin x Angel x Misaki x V or ... Rangvsaki?) cause I am the precursor of every ship in this fandom (jokingly ofc)

Cws: Killer Chat spoilers, DLC, Halloween special, everything KC related basically, Poly SHIP headcanons (don't come at me if u don't like ships, poly ships etc, thanks)

Their Dynamic :

Their dynamic is ... interesting from each side. I will make each member's pov on the relationship to make it easier for me and you all hopefully!

I don't think they all got together at the same time. Ronin dated Angel first, Misaki joined after some time (probably a long time) and at the very last member to join was V. it was messy, but I'll share my reasons for this vision later.

(I feel like I'm writing an essay omg, this is too messy I'M SORRY)

Ronin : He is, I would believe, one of the leading people in the relationship, it is, of course, equal, but Ronin would still take the lead more often than not. He'd be the one to plant the seed of this polycule.

Angel : In a way she's the second leading power in this relationship, not even because she's the person who Ronin dated first, but because she is the one to keep everything as calm as possible (especially between V and Ronin) she's also the pretty girl with her two scary dog privileges and one silly cat

Misaki : They're a thrill giver, chaotic peace keeper, troublemaker and the one to give date ideas for the most part. She is, surprisingly, the most chaotic of them all, Ronin may be a deranged guy, but Misaki is THE silliest and most chaotic assassin this world ever had. They also are the most active when it comes to call and messages, dms, group chat, Misaki has it all covered with their messages or random pictures.

V : He made sure to do some serious research on poly relationships and made sure that him and his partners made a list of rules and boundaries that they'd like to keep in the relationship so it's not too messy.

Poly Dynamic :

I think they could be a form of Vee but with four people? The Vee actually being on Ronin's and V's ends, in a scenario where we look at V as well the canon V who hates Ronin's guts, but still cares for the rest of the server it would make sense that he wouldn't want to date Ronin, but would want to date Angel and Misaki while accepting that they still would want to date Ronin because they love him.

But. In the scenerio where V starts to feel something towards Ronin and they actually are a ... square so to speak, they could be a Non-Hierarchical Polyamory. They don't need to live together, do everything as a four and spend all day every day together, but when it comes to important decisions and plans they make them together.

Who Joined When and Why?

Ronin and Angel started dating, he needed someone to heal his heartache after the loss of Ther, and Angel being his friend before and also needing someone after all the terrible men in her life and not feeling threatened by Ronin (by him being a man following toxic masculinity and wanting power over her) was the perfect person for that. They are each others reasons to live in a way, learned and healed a lot.

Misaki joined Rangel first. It was a few months after they joined the server. They charmed Ronin and Angel and she also fell for the two. Though at the start Misaki was very oblivious and didn't realise that they were actually dating, they only realised it when Ronin called them his partner and it became a new joke from Ronin for the next weeks.

V was the last and most reluctant to join, one of the main reasons was Ronin's obvious presence in the relationship, the second main reason was his lack of understanding in poly relationships and experience in any kind of relationships that are romantic. His main reason(s) for joining was Misaki or/and Angel being in the relationship and him being too in love to give up on his feelings even if he had to bear Ronin's presence.

Some More Headcanons :

Misaki crocheted them all little keychains with their symbols, so they have an aorta, a tooth and a green heart, Ronin has a wing, a cat and a snake, V has a skull, heart-shaped glasses and a rifle, and Angel has a crowbar, a dagger and a star.

V sponsors himself, Angel and Ronin a flight to Japan to visit Misaki every now and again, sometimes he sends them a plane ticket to Elysium so they all can spend together in real life. He just wants all of them to be able to spend time together without forcing anyone to use their money when they might be in a taught spot (looks at Misaki)

Angel now has 3 people having a "selfie for self care" pact with her instead of 1 and 3 people who explain in their own ways that Finian isn't treating her well and that she should take care of it and that saving herself is not a bad thing.

V had long battles when he entered the relationship, dating a cannibal even if her kills were for similar reasons to his was conflicting. He also got a chance to observe Ronin more and learn more about him when he opened up, though it did not change his opinions about the nature of his kills (at least the innocents)

Ronin is never alone for Christmas, they all hang around V's place and just spend time in a way that won't be too Christian festive, but just a day for them to enjoy their company in their own way.

A Surprise Relationship Chart :

I really had fun making headcanons for this ship

Potential fanfic asks about them would be welcome >w<

Thanks for the ask

Nate <3

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Do you think you could write a fanfic of someone catching Misty trying to deal with an injury by herself or the first time someone noticed her scars from dealing with her injuries in the wilderness be herself

Little Misty - Ask for Help

Notes -> little!Misty, little!lottie, cg!nat, safe and sound agere au, injury, blood, paddedre

Word count: 756

Misty took care of everyone, and she was very glad to do it. She put the Band-Aids on grazed knees, she gave the tinier littles their bottles, and she was allowed to help with diaper changes. The last was sort of helping her more than anyone else - it meant that when Nat had asked if she wanted to come help with Lottie’s change, everyone assumed it was just because Misty was the best at distracting Lottie and not so that Misty could get her pull-up changed after.

“Peekaboo!” Misty gasped, pulling her hands away from her face and sending Lottie into a fit of happy, baby giggles. She was standing poised on her toes on her special helpers step so she could pull silly faces and keep Lottie from wriggling too much while Nat changed her.

“Alright, Lot’s all done. Misty, you’re up next.” Nat rubbed Lottie’s stomach soothingly to get the girl sitting up. Misty hopped down from her step, she didn’t mind having to get a change if she already knew how much of a big girl she was from helping out. While Nat helped Lottie down from the change table and settled her in the armchair, Misty climbed up onto the table. She knew she was big enough to change herself, but Nat always said it was ok to let someone else take care of her if it brought her comfort. Misty was getting better at letting other people take care of her. “Does this Kitty have a name?” Nat asked, signaling to the cat on the front of Misty’s sweater as she pulled her skirt up.

“Madeline,” Misty explained happily. She expected a follow up question, like if Madeline had been enjoying playing littlest pet shops or if her namesake was Misty’s cat stuffie called Madeline, but all she got from Nat was a small, shocked wince.

“Misty, what happened to your knee?” Misty frowned - because she’d forgotten about her knee and how Nat taking her tights off would’ve caused her to see the Band-Aid she’d put on it that morning. She sat up a little, to see what Nat was seeing. In her mind, she’d done a pretty good job cleaning it up, but once she was propped up on her elbows and looking at her knee, she realised it wasn’t her best job. There was dried blood which had dripped down from under the Band-Aid and left messy red tracks on her leg. Oh. “Baby, did you do this yourself?” Misty blushed and hesitantly nodded - ashamed of the poor job she’d done.

“Sorry…” she mumbled, lying back down so she wouldn’t have to see any anger on Nat’s face.

“Oh, no, Misty,” Nat cooed softly, rubbing her thumb over Misty’s hip gently. “You don’t have to be sorry.”

Nat changed Misty’s pull-up quickly before grabbing the first aid kit and cleaning up her knee. “Look, sunshine, you don’t have to do this by yourself,” Nat explained gently as she wiped some of the dry blood from Misty’s shin. “Why didn’t you ask for help?”

Misty shrugged, shyly looking down at her hands wringing in her lap. “I didn’t want to bother ‘nybody,” she mumbled under her breath. “An’ I didn’t need help.”

Nat sighed, rubbing at her forehead. “Misty, you did need help. And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Misty sniffled a little - knowing that crying would just make this worse, she tried her best to keep her tears at bay. “Sweetheart, you have to let us help you.” Nat gently wiped the tears which had fallen onto Misty’s cheeks against her will, Misty sighed but nodded reluctantly, because she wanted to do what Nat said. “Now, why don’t you pick a Band-Aid?”

Misty ended up picking a pink bandaid with a purple butterfly on the front, it felt kind of nice to let Nat take care of her. “Now, you’re gonna come find someone next time you get an owie, aren’t you?” Nat asked, helping Misty pull her tights back up.

She nodded, using Nat’s shoulder to balance herself as she slipped down off the change table. “That’s a good girl,” Nat praised. Misty beamed a little at the praise, letting Nat take her hand. Lottie was quick to climb off her arm chair which she’d been curled on like a cat, and take Nat’s other hand. It was a relief to be clean now, and her knee hurt a little less which she had to thank Nat’s help for.

[aaronontherun]

Hi folks!

Just wanted to come on here and say a proper hello again after being absent for a while over summer.

Tbh, the whole NG thing did more to me than I thought it would. I was so happy to have found this space and this fandom and the positive vibe and considerate thoughts and carefully crafted fan fics. It was all new to me, but such a warm embrace of an experience.

It was a safe space BECAUSE the creators and the cast and the fandom was so close, I had never found anything like it before.

I don't know if that is too personal or too dramatic, but when the whole thing happened, it felt like finding out one of our parents has secretly been ab*sive. I probably shouldn't view it like that, after all it is "just" a piece of media and we never really know the people behind that...

And I did not realise until much later how much this related to my personal life. *surprise* lol

But the feeling of a safe space fell apart. The whole situation right now feels like everything is afloat and drifting apart and none of us can hold the pieces together.

I am not good at holding space for these drifting situations and messy "in-betweens".

But in the end, it was a good thing that these allegations came forward. All of this happened and would have continued to happen even if we didn't know about it. It is better to confront these things and look them in the eye and tackle the change that is going to come with it and see the opportunities.

S3 will not be the same. And it will be the same at the same time. Aziraphale and Crowley didn't change. Their story remains the same. Their world has not been affected and is as safe as it was before. Their love remains and their affection does, too. Their silly goofy selves will be just as silly goofy. (*reminder to me*)

Alright, time to stop this messy post and get on with it.

Thanks for listening to my rambling.

I hope you are having a lovely day, wherever you are.

Good night for now!

[allisluv]

karen or daisy sfw alphabet, perhaps??<3

ahh nonnie i love this! i need more daisy and karen requests! and camila while we're on the subject, too! i promise i'll get around to doing a karen one too at some point so keep an eye out for that :)

pairing: daisy jones x fem!reader

trigger warnings: brief mentions of drugs, alcohol and recovery

A = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

daisy's quite affectionate but it's so subtle that people dont notice from outside of your relationship. she shows affection through her songs and physical touch-- there are threads of you hidden in the lyrics of her songs and she's always holding your hand underneath the table.

B = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

i always imagine a friendship with daisy starting at either an after-party or at one of her shows; maybe she sees you dancing in the crowd and can't help but think how pretty you are. after her setlist, she approaches you and you two start talking and it blossoms into something after that. daisy is so loyal as a best friend and you just know she's going to be brutally honest with you, regardless of the topic at hand.

C = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

daisy loves to cuddle but she won't admit it to anyone. she likes being the big spoon but if she's had a bad day, she likes being the little spoon because it makes her feel safe and secure.

D = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

daisys terrified of commitment but she does imagine a future with you, shes just scared of being abandoned again, so she needs that extra bit of reassurance. daisy is canonically a bad cook and in my head, she's messy, too, but when she sets her mind on something, she can get it done super quickly, especially cleaning.

E = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

as i've said before, daisy is brutally honest, so you just know she's going to tell you straight out. theres no tiptoeing around it. she will just rip the bandaid off and leave. i think once the dust has settled, she reaches out just to make sure you're okay because believe it or not, she does still care.

F = fiance (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

daisys childhood wasn't the best, so shes quite bad when it comes to commitment, but in saying that, she would want to get married on the spur of a moment kind of thing, where the two of you elope in las vegas or something.

G = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

daisy is super gentle physically (apart from when she maybe has a bit too much to drink and loses control of her bodily functions). if we're talking emotionally, she can be really quite vulnerable when she wants to be, but that means she really trusts you.

H = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

daisy likes to make out that shes too tough for hugs but she would sell her soul for a good warm hug. daisy likes hugs after a long set, or after a particularly bad day in her recovery. daisys hugs are tight but cold because she runs cold.

I = i love you (how fast do they say the l word)

daisy keeps her cards close to her chest so it takes her a while to say she loves you, but she definitely thinks it.

J = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they get jealous?)

daisy can get so jealous but she tries not to show it. she gives you the cold shoulder for a while but then she realises she's being silly and apologises for shutting you out (which takes a lot for her to do).

K = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

daisy pours her soul into her kisses. she doesn't do anything half-assed and the same applies when she kisses you. she likes to kiss you on the lips and she likes to be kissed on the neck.

L = little ones (how are they around children)

despite daisy being afraid that she'll fuck her own child up, she is surprisingly good with other people's children. she can get a baby to settle in seconds. she's so good at keeping toddlers entertained too.

M = morning (how are mornings with them spent?)

mornings with daisy are spent waking up to watch the sunrise on your balcony and trying not to be caught by paparazzi. its drinking orange juice straight from the carton and ordering pancakes from the hotels room service.

N = nights (how are nights with them spent?)

nights with daisy are spent giggling as the adrenaline high from your last show begins to wear off and collapsing into bed, makeup still on and clothes strewn around the room.

O = open (when would they start revealing stuff about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

it takes daisy a while to open up to people, especially because she is afraid that you'll use her secrets to gain a bit of fame. when she starts to trust you, she slowly starts to reveal things about herself, starting with small things and then progressing as time goes on.

P = patience (how easily angered are they?)

daisy's a firecracker and she does have a temper, but she can be patient when she wants to be.

Q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you say in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

if daisy's high or drunk, she tends to forget, but when she's sober, she will commit every miniscule detail to her memory and store it away for when she needs it.

R = remember (what are their favourite moments in your relationship?)

daisy doesn't care if it's cliche, her favourite memory is when she first met you.

S = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

daisy is so protective, especially when it comes to protecting you from angry, drunk fans. she would throw her high heels at them if they try to get handsy.

T = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

daisy forgets and then tries to throw something together at the last minute, but it's not done out of cruelty, she just has a mind like a siv.

U = ugly (what are some bad habits of theirs?)

daisy chews her nails down to the bed.

V = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

daisy knows she's pretty but she's not all that concerned with her looks. like, she'll take care of herself, but not to the point where it's obsessive.

W = whole (would they feel complete without you?)

not to be dramatic but daisy would die without you.

X = xtra (a random headcanon for them?)

daisy's favourite flower is something no one has ever heard of. like, she has to explain it because no one has a fucking clue what it is.

Y = yuck (what are some bad habits that they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

daisy hates people who eat with their mouths open.

Z = zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

daisy sleeps with lots and lots of pillows!

[someprettyname]

Do you have any Kaiser headcannons you've been waiting to share?

I'm sorry that this took so long, i thought if I let it sit for a while I might cook something up but I just am not in my Kaiser brainrot mode me thinks :')

BUT OKAY. THAT BEING SAID. I don't know if you wanted to discuss general personality HCs or "in relationship" HCs, assuming it's NOT the latter one I HAVE A FEW HCs I WOULD LIKE TO YAP ABOUT AGAIN. And a few OG ones ofc :>

>> One, I like to think how when lonely at home some times he just turns on the notif for EVERY app. Be it food delivery app, shopping app, simple social media notifs. Probably EVERYTHING so it can drown his loneliness and mask it with ping! ping! ping! Poor guy just yearns for love :(

>> There definitely has been days where he overworked himself so much that he forgot to keep track and came back home to empty fridge and was so tired that probably passed out empty stomach. Oh yeah, I'm gonna cry.

>> Related to that, he probably has a very... monochromatic home, y'know? It looks very classy and comfortable mhm but it just does NOT feel like home ygwim? Except for his room. His room is the only thing which is humane level messy at times, more colourful and laden with books and comics and other lil silly hobby related stuff.

>> ....Though i doubt he has hobbies. Man is probably 24/7 on survival mode yearning for self improvement MORE AND MORE AND MORE. No breaks. No rest. So all his hobbies probably have to do with self improvement and podcasts....i guess. With barely any ACTUAL entertaining stuff. Yeah.

>> He HATES alcohol and sex 🙏🏻 please. I'll never understand people who portray him as that (Playboy womaniser or someone along that line) EVEN after his backstory. Please. Do try and make it make sense 🤨

>> I don't he'd EVER touch alcohol, and even with sex, it'd take him a LOT of time to get comfortable with it. He's pretty witty with words, so no one would ever even suspect any insecurity behind his moves/choices or notice how he very smoothly distances himself from certain things.

>> This is also why he'd probably hate parties in general, watching his teammates get drunk and take home girls would just.... remind him of his father in ways and hence disgust him. He'd only ever go to those official soccer gatherings kinda parties, and that too, he'd leave soon mostly.

>> His teammates probably marvel over how he stays clean and leaves parties early so it doesn't leave his sleep cycle. Well, good for him, atleast his deepest insecurities and fears are giving him something substantial other than all the hurt.

God 🥺 this really put me in my "I WANT SOMEONE TO LOVE KAISER SO MUCH IT MAKES HIM REALISE WHY WHERE AND HOW HE WAS WRONGED" mood so....I guess I'll just go weep.