#and the lack of that possibility makes it very hard to care about whatever happens in the meantime

[swordsandholly]

Double Date - Double Down

NSFW | MDNI

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!plus size!reader

Word count: 4.9k

Summary: When you get a call in the middle of the afternoon from your friend begging you to fill an empty spot on a double date your initial instinct is a hard no. After all, no one wants to go on a blind double date and be surprised by the fat friend. It doesn’t help that this Simon guy is stupid fucking hot and obviously doesn’t like you - if his lack of talking is anything to go by.

A/N: Just a fun little oneshot I used as a warmup between working on chapters of future multi chapter projects.

“I said *no*.” You snap, angrily folding the washcloth in your hands.

Your friend splutters from the other side of the phone, the desperation in her voice only growing now that she’s on her fourth ask. “*Pleeeaase*! Steph backed out last minute and no one else is free-“

“How do you know I’m free?”

“You just said you were!”

You huff. She’s got you there. When she first called, you admitted you didn’t have anything going on but that was *before* she told you the plan for the night. Before she mentioned that her very, very conventionally hot military boyfriend wanted to do a little double date with his friend and one of hers. Plus, you take a least a little offense to being second choice. Really, last choice, it seems.

“Cass, you can’t just set up a blind date and take your fat friend. That’s not-“

“You’re not fat, love. You’re beautiful.” Her words drip with turned honey. You make a gagging face to yourself in the mirror. “You just need more confidence!”

You sigh loudly, pinching the bridge of your nose. You could try, for the millionth time, to explain to her the nuanced ins and outs of dating as a fat woman. The rules and stats that could rival even the most complex rpg… or you could be petty. It takes less time to be petty. “If I go, you’re paying for my drinks.”

“Johnny’s friend will probably-“

“Yeah, and when he leaves you’re paying for my tab.”

“He won’t-“

“We got a deal?”

She clicks her tongue. “*Fiiiine*.”

At least you can get wasted for free either way. A small consolation. She texts you the time and location, barely leaving you with enough time to shower and turn yourself into something presentable. Not that you really care. It’s going to be shit either way, most likely. Staring yourself down in the mirror, you suppose you could at least try to look somewhat attractive. If you’re about to get rejected (or possibly shouted at, you’ll never forget *that* horrendous interaction) you might as well feel your best.

The pub is small as you push through the front door. Casual. A couple pool tables, some darts, a large bar and few booths with stools on the outer side. You scan the room, searching for Cass’s familiar face.

“Over here!” Cass waves with a wide arc at you, a grin plastered from ear to ear. At least she’s having fun.

You take a long breath, bracing yourself for whatever is about to happen. Cass introduces you to her boyfriend - who is somehow even hotter in person. You can see why she’s so smitten with him. Johnny looks you up and down as he shakes your hand. He doesn’t comment, or make a face, or really react in any particular way, but you can feel a shift. Something in his eyes…

Maybe it’s just your imagination. You’ve always been a little over sensitive.

“Si will be back in a sec. Stepped over tae get a drink.” He flashes a grin.

You hum, quietly folding your hand as Cass pushes a cocktail for you that she preemptively ordered. Criticize her as much as you like, she knows her mixes.

“There he is.” Johnny grins, turning slightly.

You follow his gaze, heart sinking as your eyes settle on the man approaching your table. He’s massive. Tall and wide. Total brick shithouse. His face is mostly covered by a black surgical mask. A few years ago you might have questioned it but at this point you couldn’t care less, especially when his dark eyes meet yours, small flecks of gold honey catching the low bar lights. Barely styled tufts of blonde hair stick up from his head. They look like they might curl if he let it grow a little longer.

All in all, wayyyy out of your league.

He settles into his seat with all the confidence of any military man - back ramrod straight. He extends a large hand. “Simon Riley.”

You murmur your name, somewhat enthralled by the half lidded, almost bored look in his eyes. Now that he’s closer you notice a large scar splitting his left eyebrow and light, newly forming crows feet in the corners of his eyes.

“S-so you’re military, too?” You stutter, eyes trained on his the massive hand holding his glass. It’s nicely vascular, his nails are well groomed but it also looks like he could snap you in half with it.

Not that that’s entirely a bad thing - whatever that may or may not say about you.

He nods. “I’m a Lieutenant.”

“Oh! Officer position. So you’re smart, then?” You try to be charming, to give him a sweet smile and keep your body language open.

“Enough.” He deadpans. It takes a few beats for you to realize he’s not going to say anything else.

“Uh…” You squirm awkwardly under his gaze. It’s intense - his dark eyes nearly black in the low light of the bar. “I do hair.”

Conversation is slow, to say the least. The longest answer he gives you is maybe five words. He only flips up the mask long enough to take a sip of his drink every so often. You start to talk less, opting toward a group conversation in which Johnny takes the lead, which he is obviously very good at. He regales you and Cass with a few stories of his and Simon’s adventures. Some funny, some brave, some worrying. He’s setting the man up to be a god, nearly, but Simon himself just shakes his head and insists Johnny is exaggerating.

You wonder what he sees in Simon. Alternatively, you wonder what *you’re* supposed to see in Simon. Besides his good looks, of course. He’s… bland. Obviously bored if his constant glances toward the exits and rhythmic, occasional tapping on the corner of the table are anything to go by.

“Want tae go dance, lovie?” You overhear Johnny as he leans in toward Cass.

She glances at you, then Simon, then back to you before nodding enthusiastically. “We’ll give you two some time *alone*.”

In any other situation, you’d probably beg her to stay in desperation for a conversation buffer. Here and now, though, you’re grateful. You can finally let this poor guy off the hook. You wait until they’re gone; fully out of earshot before turning to the man in front of you.

“I…uh… look…” You chew your lip, glancing between him and your folded hands on the table. “Sorry… I know I’m probably not what, uh, what you expected… I get it if you want to leave. It’s - you don’t have to stay, or whatever. Don’t have to be polite…”

He cocks an eyebrow, eyes boring through your skull. “Why would I want to leave?”

“I know what I look like. You don’t have to be nice.”

His raised brow turns into a slight frown. “I think you’re quite pretty.”

You scoff - blushing despite yourself. “Again, you don’t have to be nice.”

“Do I seem like the type to just be nice?”

You continue to gnaw at your lip. He’s got you there. Simon definietly doesn’t come off as the type to bow to polite society. “You’ve barely talked to me.”

He stares for a moment. It’s his turn to avert his eyes, swirling around the whiskey in his glass awkwardly. Almost bashfully. “It’s not you. I’m… not great in public… especially in crowds…”

Oh.

*Oh*.

You’ve completely misjudged him, haven’t you? Shit. He’s just a big awkward lug isn’t he?You sigh, rubbing your temple. “Oh God, *I’m* the asshole, aren’t I?”

He chuckles, “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“I’m sorry it’s just…” you scrub a hand over your face. “Most men don’t really want to be surprised with a fat girl on a blind date. Guess I assumed the worst.”

Simon hums. A low vibration that settles into your bones. He gets up, sliding into the booth side of the table beside you - his massive frame pushing into your space. He smells like spices. Cinnamon and pepper. A little hint of leather and tobacco underneath. It’s heady, and some primal part of your mind wishes you could roll around in it like a dog.

“Some men might like a waifish little thing, that’s their business, but personally…” He leans in, a large hand resting on your wide thigh. “Yeah. I like somethin’ I can get a proper handful of.”

“*Oh*.” You squeak, back stiff. Was that what you saw in Johnny’s face before? Approval?

“‘Ere’s a thought - we go back to mine. S’quiet. Can talk more freely. See where the night goes, hm?”

You smile hesitantly, finally looking up to meet his gaze. It’s honest. Kind. Dark pools of sincerity. It’s against your better judgement. Impractical. Out of character. Even so, you allow yourself to surrender with a warmth in your cheeks and a small nod.

“I’ll get an Uber.” He pulls out his phone, tapping away. “Five minutes out.”

“Want to wait outside?” You offer, nodding toward the front entrance. Simon just nods, following you out close behind. Neither of you say much of anything while you wait, but you watch him out of the corner of your eye. He taps on his leg a few times in much the same way as he did on the table.

He dutifully opens the car door for you, letting you slide in before climbing in beside you, long legs slightly cramped in the small sedan.

“You don’t live on base?” You ask as the Uber drives away from the infamous military housing. You’d been there once or twice - a while ago when you were younger and messier.

“S’too loud.” He shrugs. “Too crowded.”

“Well, at least you’re consistent.” You smile.

Simon hums, resting his hand on your thigh once again. It’s casual, not too high up or too much pressure. Not presumptuous.

“How’d Johnny get you out there in the first place? If you’re so *averse*.” You tilt your head.

He shrugs, “Was supposed to be another Sergeant we work with but I guess he cancelled. No one else was free.”

“Ah, so we’re both last choices, then.”

“Yeah?”

“Made Cass promise me free drinks if I came.”

“Smart girl.” He chuckles, holding out a hand to help you up out of the car upon your arrival. His hand is warm when you take it, and a small part of you feels disappointed when he lets go.

The building is small. Old. All red brick with a thirty year old intercom and an elevator that you’re pretty sure hasn’t been inspected since the place was built. About halfway down the hall, you start to second guess yourself. You don’t know a thing about this guy - you don’t know what’s going to happen as soon as you get on the other side of his door. His weird, bright red door. Wait - why is this whole floor covered in red doors?

“Alright?” He grunts, back turned to you as he wrestles with the lock.

“Uh - why is your floor color themed?”

Simon laughs, wide shoulders shaking with the movement. It’s a low sound, something that vibrates in his chest. Makes you want to press your ear to it, see how it feels. If it will reverberate into your bones as well. “The old lady that owns the building is a bit… unique. Likes to talk about colors and karma and destiny stuff.”

“Ah.” You nod, as if that makes any sense at all. “So you’re red?”

“Apparently.”

His apartment is actually quite homey, as you step into it. From a stiff military man like him you expected something akin to an ikea floor model. Instead it’s furnished with a well worn, green couch. A large TV with an extremely up-to date surround sound system and an entertainment center filled to the brim with CDs sits against the wall. A few movie posters fill the walls. All horror classics - you count three of the scream movies. The first two final destination. There are condensation rings on the coffee table.

Behind you, you hear the door lock and unlock three times, but you don’t pay it much mind.

“Want a drink?” Simon asks, already popping open a decanter full of something gold on a small drink cart beside the kitchen island.

“Sure.” The agreement is automatic - blurted out before you can second guess taking a drink from a total stranger.

You watch a little too closely as he takes off his light jacket, exposing his strong arms and a half sleeve tattoo. It’s a bit tacky, all skulls and military symbols. The black ink has been sun worn over time. The motif of a young getting his first tattoo after enlisting. He settles down on the couch with the decanter and two glasses, patting the spot beside him. You plop down. It’s pretty comfortable, honestly.

His fingers loop into the mask’s straps. You find yourself watching with wide eyes and bated breath as he removes it. His nose is crooked - broken more than a couple times, you think. There’s a scar running from his nose to upper lip that could only come from a cleft palette. It’s charming, in a way. When he turns toward you, you notice a patch on the side of his face that looks like a rather large burn all the way down to his sharp jaw. The roughness of him works, somehow. The scars and tattoos and choppy hair all coming together to create the visage of a life hard lived.

“You’re really pretty…” the words slip from your tongue before you can stop them.

Simon splutters out a laugh, the slightest hint of color appearing across his cheeks. “Didn’t take you for a flatterer.”

“I’m not.” You huff before nodding toward the posters. “Horror fan?”

He hums, passing you a glass. “Are you a fan? Of horror, I mean.”

“Found footage!” You grin a little too excited. “It’s the best genre.”

“Terrible taste.” He scoffs.

“Wrong! Found footage can be anything you want it to be - slasher, thriller, mystery, mocumentary. Anything.”

“Which makes them messy.” He argues. “Anyone can make one.”

“Yeah! Theres so many hidden gems out there.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Oh, I’ll put you on them. We just need to get you a good one.”

“Askin’ me on a second date already, love?”

“Oh, fuck off.” You shove at his shoulder. He was right, it is so much easier to talk freely out of the bar. Away from everyone and everything. His posture is far more relaxed, laid back into the couch with his hips canted forward rather than stiff as a board.

“We could watch one now?” He offers. If you were more sober, you might have heard the twinge of pleading in his voice. As it stands you’ve already drained the glass he gave you and are perfectly buzzed enough to be ignorant to the subtler parts of communication.

How convenient.

“Okay.” You whisper.

After a bit of debating back and forth you settle on Hell House. After all, it’s been your tried and true method for getting anyone and everyone into the genre. You don’t notice it, at first, but you slowly begin to scoot closer to him as you fold your knees up on the couch. Eventually, tucking yourself under his arm sling across the back cushions. Between him and the drinks - which you’re pretty sure is a rather fancy bourbon - you feel what could only be described as snuggly. Limbs loose and pliant, smile easy and words flowing as you cheer and jeer at the characters together.

At some point, Simon’s dark eyes meet between yours. You lean in, so does he. Inch by inch until your lips meet. It’s tentative, at first. Testing the waters. His lips are soft and move expertly against yours. You part for him has his tongue darts across your lower lip.

It’s easier than it usually is for you. Easy to let him pull you over his lap. To rest your hands on his broad shoulders as you take each other in. Normally, you’re not a person for one night stands. A commitment kind of gal. You can’t exactly say no, though, when you have a beautiful man’s hands traveling over your body like it’s the only thing in the world worth paying attention to right now.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to grunt, “Bedroom?”

“*Yes*.” You gasp between kisses.

Suddenly those large hands grasp under your ass as you’re hauled up. You grapple to hold onto the back of his neck, keeping your weight forward.

“Simon!”

“Yes, love?” He asks as if he didn’t just life you like a sack of potatoes.

“A-aren't I heavy?” You question as he makes his way through the apartment, peppering kisses over your neck and jaw.

“No.” He replies bluntly. Like what you asked was stupid.

You’re placed on a bed with all the gentleness of a rare china plate- one hand cradling your upper back and the other tucked under your thighs. There isn’t any time to take in the room before Simon is kissing you again but you do count approximately five pillows and zero navy sheets.

That shouldn’t be as hot as it is.

Simon leans in close, nose ever so slightly bumping yours. “Before we keep going, I want to establish a rule. Red light means stop. At any time, for any reason.”

You can’t help but smile. “Okay.”

“Say it back, doll.”

“Red light means stop.” You reach up and cup his face. So handsome. So warm.

“Good girl.” He murmurs. “Let’s get these off, hm?” Simon pulls your clothes off deftly - dragging those rough palms over your skin as he moves and kneading at the plushness of your hips appreciatively.

You reach up to tug at his shirt. “S’not fair if I’m the only one naked.”

Simon chuckles and hastily sits back to yank the shirt over his head, giving a lovely show in the process. You think this what people mean when they talk about an Adonis. There’s a comfortable soft layer of his strong abdomen. Something you want to sink your teeth into. Your fingers trace each dip and curve of his muscles, the lovely shape of his pectorals, the raised scars littering his body. Floral shapes from bullets along with slashes and smaller jabs. A particularly nasty one runs down his side, coving his ribs. A burn, you think.

“You’re beautiful.” You murmur. Definitely out of your fucking league. You move to sit up, reaching for his waistband.

His hand pushes your shoulder back on the bed. “Let me take care of you tonight, bird.”

Your face warms. Simon kisses your cheek, continuing down to your chest and taking one of your nipples in his mouth. Gently sucking and nipping at it while flicking the other with his hand. A shameful whimper escapes your throat.

Simon leans up to murmur in your ear, “What do you want, sweet girl?”

“Want you to fuck me…” You murmur, embarrassment making you want to close your legs. His solid hips block you.

“Oh, I will, but first I want those beautiful thighs wrapped around my head.” Simon continues to place kisses down your body, over your stomach, stopping right at your panty line and tracing along it with rough fingers. His arms circle your thighs and in one swift motion your hips teeter on the edge of the bed, Simon kneeling between them. His fingers hook in the waistband of your underwear.

“W-wait…” You sit up on your elbows.

He freezes, looking up at you.

“I, uh, I haven’t exactly *landscaped* in a while… wasn’t really planning-“

Simon huffs out a laugh. “I’m a grown man, love. You think a little bush is gonna scare me off?”

All thoughts related to anything within the proximity of embarrassment come to an instant halt as Simon’s lips wrap around your clit- sucking and nipping and lapping like a man starved. Like he’d die without it. A low groan rumbles through his throat.

“F-fuck!” You gasp, whimpers and moans interrupting any chance you may have at putting words together.

“Taste so fucking good, princess.” He mumbles against you. A shaky moan rattles through you as he pushes a thick finger in, working it gently. His other than grips your hip tightly, pinning you in place. The pet-name sends a shiver down your spine - leaving you rolling your hips and clenching on the finger inside you.

“Fuck, Si…” You gasp, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“I can tell your close, baby.” Simon groans. “Cum for me. Come on, be a good girl and cum all over my fucking tongue.”

The bastard knows the power he has in that voice. He *has* to. That baritone gravel sinks in your veins and all you can do is whimper. Panting pathetically the closer you get. His fingers curl up and your back arches harshly as your climax washes over you. Your legs tremble as he works you through it; stopping just shy of pushing you too far.

“Hey!” You gasp indignantly as a jolt shoots up your spine as he settles a final, harsh suck on your clit.

Simon taps your hip, climbing back over you as you scoot up on the bed. He carelessly kicks off his pants as he goes, toeing them off before settling between your legs. Those dark eyes rake over you leisurely - taking in every inch. Every curve and dip and flaw categorically. He sucks in a breath and sighs. “Bloody ‘ell, look at you… so fuckin’ pretty.”

Your face heats and you look away. “Who’s the flatterer now?”

“Not me. Just bein’ honest.” He places a quick kiss to your soft jawline before reaching over to dig through his nightstand drawer. You don’t miss the gold foil of the condom wrapper.

You can’t stop yourself from licking your lips as he pulls off his boxer briefs. Simon is uncut, already ruddy and leaking and just begging for your mouth. Maybe next time, though. He’s already slipped on the condom, carefully hooking one of your legs over his shoulder and the other around his hip. The man has a laser-focus to him, you’ll give him that.

“Still want t’ keep goin’?” He mumbles, eyes locked on his cock as is drags between your folds.

“*Please*.” You whine pathetically. Simon’s chuckle turns into a gasp as he presses in. It’s achingly slow and you roll your hips in demand for more.

Simon lets out a low groan as his hips meet yours. The stretch is perfect - just enough to feel completely full without pushing you too far. As though your bodies were made to slot together just so. Your head falls back, chest heaving as you beg him to move, to fuck you, just *please* for the love of god-

“Needy little thing.” He gives you a sloppy smile before setting a brutal pace. You find yourself clawing at his back, clinging to him as your back arches and the most obscene sounds are systematically torn from your throat. The angle he has your hips placed causes his cock to bully that sensitive spot inside you - dragging over it with every thrust.

Simon leans toward, bracing himself on his forearms and pinning you under him as he fucks into you. “So fuckin’ good f’me. Knew you would be. So soft and sweet and goddamn *pretty*.”

“*Fuck, Simon*.” You gasp, nose bumping against his as your lips intertwine. Breaths and moans intermingle as you both chase that edge. There’s nothing else, in this moment, just you and Simon and the sounds only he has ever managed to pull from you.

Your orgasm hits you like a train. Out of nowhere and all at once, tensing every muscle into a trembling mess as you clamp down around his cock. Simon sinks his teeth into your neck as his own climax takes him, cradling you close and moaning out your name so muddled you almost miss it.

For a few moments, you stay frozen in place trying to catch your breath as you come down. Your limbs feel like jelly when you finally try to move, body limp and pliable. It almost feels like a loss as he pushes off of you, leaving you open and vulnerable to the cool night air while he ties off the condom.

“Be right back.” He murmurs, slowly climbing off you and heading for an attached bathroom off to the left.

You let your eyes slipped closed only to jump and shoot back open as a dap rag drags between your thighs. A little yelp escapes you as the rough material drags across your oversensitive clit. Simon chuckles at you, tossing the rag back somewhere in the bathroom before crawling into the bed beside you. It’s so easy to curl into his chest and let those strong arms encircle you.

“Have fun, love?” Simon murmurs into your hair.

You just hum happily, smiling against his hard chest.

“Good.”

It’s just as easy as the rest of it to fall asleep like that. To seek out the warmth of his body in your satiated haze and press into him, allowing the night and rhythmic beating of his heart to overtake you. You feel four small taps between your shoulder blades just before tipping over the edge into comfortable nothing.

You wake slowly to an empty bed. The light from the window above you streams in - bathing the room in a light golden tone. It’s cozy. The blankets seem to pull you in, keeping you snugly in place. Distantly, you hear the sound of pots and pans clinking.

Shockingly, you’re not hungover. Well, not much at least. There’s a slight twinge in your head and a not unpleasant soreness in your hips. You dig around, finding your clothes strewn across the room haphazardly. Your underwear are nowhere to be found and you eventually give up with a shrug. They weren’t one of your best pairs anyway.

When you come out of the bedroom, you pause. Simon stands in the kitchen, working on something over the stove wearing only a pair of sweatpants. They hang loosely around his hips, showing off the rises and dips of his strong muscles and well defined waist. This scene somehow feels too intimate despite your activities the night before.

“Perfect timing.” Simon turns, placing a plate down on the kitchen island. The omelette before you looks immaculate, all the way down to a light garnish on top.

Your eyes turn to saucers. “You…you made me breakfast?”

“Course.” He nods sharply as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. As if *not* doing so would be some sort of affront. Either you’re still asleep and this is all a dream or you stumbled upon the perfect man through pure happenstance.

He turns the stove off and on and off twice before standing at the counter across from you while you sit on one of the stools at the island. It’s a comfortable silence as you both eat. Simon keeps glancing up at you as if waiting for your disapproval. Boyish, somehow, despite the size and breadth of him.

It’s perfect. The eggs practically melt in your mouth and the goat cheese and vegetables taste fresh. You can’t help but him happily as you eat.

By the time you’re done, you think you might be a little in love.

Maybe you should text Cass and thank her or something. Maybe a gift basket. “Oh. My phone’s dead.”

“Didn’t charge it before y’left last night?” Simon cocks an eyebrow, chewing on his last bite.

You snort. “It was last minute, remember?”

“What if I’d been some sort of psycho? What was your plan?” He grins as he takes your empty plate. If you were a more impulsive woman you may have gone so far as to lick the damn thing.

“Are you a psycho?”

“Not generally, no.”

“Well then, nothing to worry about.” You grin, watching a little too happily as he rinses down the dishes and loads the dishwasher.

Simon just scoffs at you.

You glance at the time above the stove, disappointment settling deep in your chest. “Shit. I should get going.”

“I’ll get you a cab.” Simon offers automatically, reaching for his phone.

You shift side to side, twiddling your thumbs. “Y’know… we never finished the movie…”

Simon cocks and eyebrow. From the pleased smirk on his face you can tell he knows what you’re implying. He still patiently waits for you to say it out loud.

“Would, uh, would you want to exchange numbers? Maybe… meet up… again…?” Your voice is more timid than you’d like. This fear of rejection is new. Being rejected is nothing new for you, so why does it suddenly feel so high stakes with this one guy you barely know?

You don’t miss the way his eyes light up ever so slightly at the question. “I’d love to.”

[scentedpeachlandcreator]

How to manifest your desired body:

So i noticed that this topic which everyone struggle with, so i'm gonna talk about it here in this post.

!! Note !!: Okay first of all, please After this post don't send me Asks or questions, get it together and apply the Law and you'll thank me later.

Okay let's start!

Firstly let's simplify the Law of assumption :

Deciding and assuming that you have your desires + knowing it yours and that creation is finished + not Caring about the 3d and persisting in your assumption + Moving on with your life with the knowing feeling that you have your desires.

Done, that it, it is easy right?

And just let the work to your subconscious.

Let clear some limiting beliefs you have, shall we?

Is it possible to change my bone structure? YES.

Is it possible to go from fat to skinny overnight? YES.

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How to deal with the 3d?

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YOU ALREADY HAVE YOUR DREAM BODY! done, that it, no question, no when or how, no but, no anything.

When i tell you that creation is finished, i really mean it.

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Just know that the 3d will change and will adapt to your 4d.

Seeing yourself in the mirror and nothing changed? Nope i already have it.

Your family or your mutuals pointing out at your appearance? Nope, i already have my desired body, i'm beautiful.

Time is running out? I have my desired body NOW.

Always flip your thought when seeing the opposite in the 3d, well that because the subconscious mind doesn't know what happening around you, it only hear your thought, so when for example your mother saying to you that you look fat or skinny well in your mind just flip your thought saying "oh yeah, i already have my desired body, i mean i'm very sexy", you know where i'm going with this?

That all you need to do.

Accept that it is done, and move on with your life, you know you already have your desired body like you know you have the phone in your hand, you are not going to Wonder where it is when it is obviously in your imagination, you see it in your mind? Then you have it now! Congratulations! You have such an incredible body!

You Can Do whatever you want in the 3d, you Can eat whatever you want and with the knowing that you're skinny or lean.

Stop complaining, stop asking, stop Being in the state of lack, stop Being Desperate, stop dreaming, stop wishing, stop making excuses, just STOP AND START APPLYING THE LAW!

It is very easy, you're just making it more complicated.

YOU'RE THE GOD OF YOUR OWN REALITY! YOU CONTROL EVERYTHING! SO STOP SAYING THAT MANIFESTING YOUR DESIRES IS HARD!

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Xoxo, Eli

© Scentedpeachlandcreator.

[retroaria]

hey! I'm not really into nsfw stuff- sooo would you like to do something soft with reo? 😭 like, idk, him as a husband or father so with a family? THANK YOU SO MUCH 💗💗

✮⋆˙ domestic reo headcanons ✮⋆˙

a/n: this is so brain rotted i can’t even lie i think reo is just so easy to romanticize. pure fluff.

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✮ I actually love this because i headcanon that reo would be a great dad :D at the very least he’d be extremely supportive of whatever his children wanted to do in their lives. He wouldn’t force them to follow in his footsteps like his father and he’d use whatever devices he could to ensure they can comfortably follow the path they choose.

✮ Would post about all his children’s accomplishments, or if you guys didn’t feel comfortable posting the kids he’d still take any chance to tell everyone about it - even his teammates who literally don’t care that his son got the highest score on the spelling test (they’re happy for him though). He secretly enjoys scrapbooking for his kids but they’re “your books” and he “just helps you with it sometimes”. (he’s the one who took almost all the pictures and saved every piece of paper his kid has ever drawn on)

✮ Reo is a charming husband, so charming and sweet it’s hard to be mad at him. He’s a bit lacking in cleaning/caretaking capabilities when it comes to the home but he puts in the effort??? He tries his best and if he does a bad job he always makes it up to you one way or another. In all honesty, he’s probably already hired people to do that (forgot this man is inheriting a multi millionaire dollar corporation).

✮ Reo is however very good at taking care of children. Once he has a clear grasp of their needs, he finds it to be really enjoyable and fulfilling. He takes a lot of pride in whatever happiness and comfort he can bring to his kids. He hates the sound of his babies crying, not because it’s annoying (though he complains about that too) but because it genuinely hurts his soul. He can be a bit too worrisome about it sometimes - he’s totally the type of person to look up his child’s symptoms and freak out over seeing all the worst case scenarios.

✮ The one thing that reo particularly excels at is taking care of you when you’re sick. He can always tell when you’re not feeling your best and he immediately harps on you. He doesn’t know how to cook very well but he knows how to make a few different kinds of warm foods to fill your stomach and give you a little energy. He’d absolutely refuse to stay away from you (unless it was a seriously contagious illness or if you guys had a baby that could’ve gotten sick). Doesn’t care if you’re sneezing and coughing and wheezing, he wants to feed you and hold you and kiss your hot head until it cools down and everything is better again. His goal is always to make sure you get better as soon as possible and won’t let you do anything but rest and relax until then.

✮ Reo is an incredible gift giver! I’ve certainly mentioned this in another hc post, but he is always out and about buying you little things that remind him of you. If you guys have a kid that’s just more gifts he’ll have to get and the thought of that honestly excites him.

✮ Anything can happen but…reo with a daughter…guys….

✮ he would be the sweetest girl dad! would do everything in his power to make her believe she’s an actual princess and he’s just one of her loyal servants. Spoils her rotten and doesn’t feel bad about it.

✮ You’d have to explain to him how this could negatively affect your daughter and it would break his heart. He’d go into theatrics trying to refute it because “What do you mean I can’t let her have everything she wants?” and “What if she cries? You want me to make my daughter cry?” he gets it eventually, but remains reluctant lol.

✮ He’d love playing sports with his kids. Would try to get them into soccer but if they end up liking another sport he’s still just as hype. Isn’t initially familiar with the concept of letting the kids win but soon realized he has to level with the speed of their little legs.

✮ I don’t have any specific hc’s for him as a boy dad but he’d be just as great of course - he’d make sure his son sees how women should be treated based on how he treats you!

✮ If he could find a way to make you the total world ruler he would because he truly believes you’re the most capable person. He’s the kind of husband who lets you run things for the most part but is always there to step in when you need a break or if you just want him by your side. Would call for an emergency flight back home from whatever country he’s training in just because you said you didn’t wanna go to parent teacher night alone.

✮ He loves doing mundane tasks with you, but always tries to “make it a bit more fun” as he says - which basically means he puts away the clothes you fold while you listen to him crack really bad jokes at you, gossip about his teammates, or try to sing and serenade you with his MANY playlists he’s made dedicated to you. On days you both have nothing going on he follows you around the house like a lost puppy, which is slightly annoying but it also means you have four hands to do stuff because he’s a participator above all else.

✮ Reo always makes sure to show his appreciation for how hard you work whether it’s at your job, taking care of the kids/house, or both. He takes time alone with you very seriously, even as your lives get busier and your family grows he always makes sure there’s time for the two of you to just be together and be in love. Always jokes about how you guys need to keep the romance going. He has small romantic gestures that he indulges you in throughout the day: kissing you on the cheek, brushing your hair out of your face/tying it back for you if you if you need (taking his hair tie out for you to use), hugging you a little tighter just before you get up, running a bath for the both of you, massaging your shoulders while you talk.

to be fully honest with you guys, i have never in my life wanted to have kids so it was a bit hard for me to imagine what being happy with children would be like LMAO but alas i did my best. stay safe and stay cool. - aria :3

[cripplecharacters]

I was wondering: I noticed that in art I almost always see limb stumps that are, for the lack of a better word, thick and with a rounded end. But observing amputees around me, what I noticed is that their stumps are more tapered, they also are often uneven instead of perfectly round, and the rest of the limb is often thinner as a result of less muscle mass.

Is this coincidental, or do you think stumps are represented in a way that is assumed to be more aesthetically pleasing to abled folk? How common is the "perfect round muscular stump" thing, if at all??

Hello!

As an artist that seeks out art of disabled characters, it's 100% trying to make the character look "less disabled and more pretty". It's usually not a conscious decision, most people just have pretty=good and disabled=ugly ingrained into them and don't think about it ever. Positive depictions of disabled people will do everything to portray them as conventionally attractive as possible, and there is no disability that is exempt from this.

This applies to everything. Most art showing disabled people will try to keep the disability to the absolute minimum - it's not coincidence that positive disabled characters have to be white, thin, young, if they use a prosthetic it has to be really cool and/or unrealistic, if they use a wheelchair it has to be a manual that has to be really cool and/or unrealistic, and they have to look as abled as possible; an abled model who just happened to be holding a cane is preferable since gait disorders are ugly. Good luck trying to find a drawing of a character using an ostomy bag, with congenital skeletal conditions, with severe spasticity, in one of these big powerchairs, I won't mention facial differences and how non-existent realistic representation of them is. Hell, it can be hard to find art of blind characters who aren't wearing blindfolds and eyepatches (since disabled body part ugly), let alone using an aid like a cane or a brailler (since that's Disability, and not just a quirky character trait).

With stumps, it's the same thing. Most often you don't see them, since they are Clearly Disabled. Usually they're behind a cool prosthetic that's called something else (cyborg bionic automail whatever...) that sounds less disabled. If they aren't, they're probably bandaged, since they are Surely Scary. If they aren't that, they will be perfectly round, scarless (or with that big "starburst" type scar for some reason), symmetrical to other limb, and essentially look like you just erased the rest of a model's leg or arm.

Again, I don't think this is done on purpose, I think artists just don't think enough about how they choose to portray minorities. No one is researching anything, everything is a game of telephone from how someone else draws it, who cares that that person didn't bother to check anything either.

[Disclaimer that we don't have amputee mods]

How common is the "perfect round muscular stump" thing?

Not very common, but someone with a disarticulation (much more rare than through-bone) will have their muscles still attached to something and thus may not have the kind of tissue atrophy like someone with an above the knee amputation will. Even weightlifters with an above/below amputation will have some degree of atrophy (you can look at guys like Max Okun, etc.) so it's not like you can just "exercise it out".

A residual limb can be fairly round, but it mostly depends on where it actually is. A lot of people will have excess skin from skin flaps + tissue atrophy which gives it a different shape, BE amputees can have the actual bone shapes visible on the stump, etc. And of course there is scar tissue (unless it's congenital) which can affect how the limb looks like beyond just the sew line being visible; it can leave the stump with an indent around it, etc.

But all of that is of course Disability and Different, so it gets omitted in art. It'd be cool if this wasn't the case, but what can you do.

mod Sasza

[just-a-creep-babe]

Caught (NSFW)

(Creeps x Male! Reader)

Commissioned by @taboo-delusion tysm!! I really hope you enjoy 💖💞✨💖💓

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BEN Drowned

When he first agrees to go for a snack run at the old abandoned gas station, he doesn’t expect it to be eventful

Despite being abandoned, the place is semi-regularly stocked by the proxies to use as a last-resort shelter and supply hoard in case anyone needs it

So it’s not like the building is used to seeing a lot of traffic, much less any kind of excitement

Which is why he never, ever in his undead life would have expected to walk in on what he does

Just barely half-concealed near the back of the store, BEN does a full-on double-take as he sees the newest member of the mansion naked, his legs spread and his cock hard and twitching as he pumps a gun in and out of his ass

It completely stuns BEN in place

He can't tear his eyes away from the shiny barrel rhythmically pounding in and out of the new guy's slick hole

With a low, whiny moan, he screws his eyes shut and throws his head back in sheer bliss, and it's like that's just enough to snap BEN out of it

He ducks behind a nearby shelf, the ghost of his heart pounding in his chest, and he prays he didn’t get noticed

When the faint moaning doesn’t subside, he realizes he’s probably in the clear

BEN counts down from ten to catch his breath, and then, with the adrenaline coursing through his system, he sneaks another peek

It’s filthy, perverted—a complete lack of respect and total breach of trust—but how could he not?

Acting on instinct, he whips out his phone, aims it at the pornographic scene unfolding just inches away from him, and hits record

Bloody Painter

It isn’t a particularly eventful night for Helen at first

Alone in the studio, inspiration just isn’t coming to him, and he finds himself zoning out in front of an empty canvas, hoping to get blessed with the miracle of motivation

When his phone buzzes, he initially doesn’t think much of it

It’s only when he opens it to a particularly interesting video that his lackluster night suddenly takes a turn

In a shoddy, poorly-lit building, the video cuts straight to the point with a guy squirming and whimpering, fully naked on the ground

He's fisting at his dick, whining under his breath, and at the same time, he's bouncing his ass against something dark and metallic

Squinting, Helen zooms in to confirm his suspicion; he’s fucking himself on a gun

If he wasn't so entranced by the sight, Helen might’ve wondered why the fuck this was sent to him

But his mind is suddenly blank, and the one thought he has left is who the fuck is that guy?

He racks his brain trying to think of anyone who might fit the description

And, suddenly, he realizes—that’s the new guy

The faintest hints of a smile ghost over the artist’s lips

He finishes watching the video, picks up a paintbrush, and brings it to the canvas

He gets the feeling that his next piece is going to be very inspired~

CandyPop

Candy generally doesn’t get too involved in whatever happens at the mansion

He gets along decently with some creeps, but he either doesn’t care about the others, or he’s grown to fully hate them over the years

Despite that, however, he adores meddling in other people's business

So when word starts spreading that the newest creep got caught and filmed jerking off with a gun, Candy just knows things are about to get exciting~

He asks around for a copy of the video, and right from the first watch, he's fascinated by the newest member

He can’t help but think what a good pet this creep would be to have around

Like, he seems kind of masochistic, a possible exhibitionist, and he likes receiving?

Sounds like way too much fun~

He watches the video an unhealthy amount of times, and although he isn’t welcomed at the mansion, he makes it a point to somehow meet this guy

The video gives Candy way too many ideas—which, for a demonic clown, is most certainly not a good thing

Unknowingly, it seems like the new guy's sexual habits are already garnering attention from some pretty dangerous entities

Whoopsies!

Clockwork

Clockwork regularly goes to that gas station

She likes the quiet solitude it offers, not to mention the weirdly cozy vibes and decent array of snack foods

So, naturally, when Toby suggests the snack run, Nat is one of the first to agree to join

She beelines it to her favorite spot in the building, the employee break room near the back, and as she approaches, she actually hears the new guy before seeing him

Is that… moaning?

Curiosity getting the better of her, she follows the sound

And right as she's about to stumble in on the big reveal, she's grabbed and yanked behind one of the nearby shelves

Instincts kicking in, she nearly punches BEN right in the face, but something stops her before she does

That look on his face

She pauses, notices the phone in his hand, and, combined with the sounds she's hearing, everything makes sense

Her face immediately flushes

Before she can stop herself, her eyes shift to the spot at the back corner, and, surely enough, she sees what’s happening

The new guy throws his head back, his body convulsing as he shudders and his cock twitches and throbs

He pumps the gun in and out faster, harder, like he’s approaching his climax

Before she can see anything more, before she violates his privacy any further, Nat spins on her heels and gets the hell out of there, too flustered to say or even do anything else

Dark Link

Like Candy, Dark doesn’t typically keep up with whatever the hell kind of nonsense happens at the mansion

So he only discovers the video when he's snooping through BEN’s files in an attempt to get the upper hand in their rivalry

As soon as he sees that video file, he knows he's in for a treat~

The guy, who he assumes must be a new member, isn’t too bad on the eyes to begin with

And when the video pans down to get a better view of just what he's using to jerk himself off, Dark needs to know more about him

He rummages through a few more files to find out more information on him, just for the fun of it

He honestly doesn't expect to do anything with the intel, but the deeper he looks into it, the more he wants to meet him

The more he wants to torment him

Technically, however, being on neutral terms with Slender means that he isn't allowed to do such things to members of the safehouse

So Dark realizes that he, unfortunately, will just have to wait for him to step out of the mansion's boundaries before trying anything a bit more... risky

If they do end up meeting, he plans on using the... intimate knowledge he has of him to embarrass him

And if they don’t meet anytime soon, he’ll simply have to content himself with replaying that video over and over and over again~

Eyeless Jack

Being more of an introvert, Jack doesn’t join the outing at the abandoned station

But as soon as everyone comes back, he can tell something is a bit… off

After cautiously asking around to find out what happened, he finally gets BEN to show him the video

And, let’s just say, Jack’s never been happier to have a mask concealing his face

He only lasts a few seconds in before telling BEN to turn that thing off

From an outside perspective, it probably looks like he disapproves of the creeps violating the newest member’s privacy

Which, to be fair, he does

But, more than that, he’s just really flustered about the whole thing

He doesn’t know how he’ll manage to face the new guy again

The next time they meet, Jack tries to act cool and natural, but he completely fumbles the bag and gets visibly flustered

If anything might tip the new guy off that something funky's going on, it's probably the way Jack acts around him from that point on

Homicidal Liu

Since Liu rarely uses the shelter of the mansion, it also takes him a while to find out about the incident

By the time he discovers it, chances are, the new guy knows he got busted, so most creeps are already in on his dirty little secret

It’s therefore a huge relief when the new guy initially meets Liu, and Liu doesn't seem to know about it

Their first meeting goes well, but, unfortunately, it doesn’t take long for Liu to find out about the video anyway

The difference between meeting the newbie normally and seeing how depraved he is when he's turned on is shocking

Next time he runs into him, it's almost hard not to gawk

Poor Liu gets too flustered trying to talk to him after seeing that side of him, so he inevitably ends up retreating into himself

Which gives just enough space for Sully to show face

And whew boy is Sully ever ruthless with the intel he has

They probably give the new guy whiplash if he wasn't previously warned about Liu's alter

As much as Liu was sweet and accommodating, Sully, on the other hand, takes pleasure in embarrassing the new guy until he’s squirming

He borderline starts degrading and dirty-mouthing him right then and there

And, unfortunately for the newbie, he very quickly becomes Sully’s new favorite plaything~

Hoodie

Also part of the gang going for the snack run, Hoodie has a sneaking suspicion it's going to be an eventful outing

Not necessarily because of anything, mind you—it's just a sort of premonition, if you will

And yet, even despite his intuition, it still catches him off guard when he hears that faint moaning coming from the back of the store

The sound leads him to BEN and Nat acting strange behind a shelf hidden off to the side

They don't notice him, so he stays just out of their line of sight as he peeks around the corner to the source of the quiet, shuddering breaths

And he absolutely can't contain that shit-eating grin on his face as he finds the newest member of the mansion unknowingly responsible for all of the agitation in the store

Fisting his cock, he quietly mewls and whimpers as he grinds his ass down against something long and hard that looks kind of familiar

Leaning in as much as he can without jeopardizing his hiding spot, Hoodie finally realizes what he's masturbating with

He’s about to pull out his phone, when Nat briskly turns and leaves

Right at the last second, he ducks out of sight, and when the coast is clear, he starts his own recording of the action

He doesn't know if he'll use it for blackmail, or just for his own... personal fun, but he figures it'll be useful to have, either way~

Jane the Killer

She originally hears the gossip about the new guy being an exhibitionist when she's out of town

When she returns to the mansion, Nat explains what happened, and Jane just doesn’t know how to react

He got caught doing what where??

She meets the newbie not too long after, and all she can think about while trying to make casual chit-chat is that she knows

She, for obvious reasons, doesn’t want to let on that she knows, and thankfully, her mask does a great job of concealing her expression

He doesn’t seem to notice what she’s thinking, and their interaction goes over pretty smoothly, all things considered

She gets the impression that he isn't a bad person, despite whatever kind of sexual habits he has, so she actually doesn't mind him

She's really not the type to kink shame, anyways

And so, after their meeting, Jane makes it a point to shut people down when they try to make rude or disrespectful comments about him

She hates bullying, and she's not afraid to stand up against assholes, even if she's alone in doing so, so she grows to become really protective of the newbie

She absolutely doesn’t let anyone tease him or make any kind of jokes at his expense

Whether he knows it or not, the new guy owes her big time for defending him so much

Jason the Toymaker

He’s one of the first “outsiders” to originally hear about it

He actually even gets his hands on a copy of the video

At first, he plans on using it for blackmail material as well

But as he watches through it, he can’t help but think how the new guy would make such a good addition to his collection of dolls

He could probably make him so nice and malleable, so deliciously obedient oh so easily~

And, really, he thinks, the mansion is already so full of creeps as is—would they really miss one measly little member?

Something about it—something about how pure and innocent, yet filthy and depraved the new guy looks as he fucks himself with a weapon in an abandoned gas station—it just kind of riles Jason up

And, being a very obsessive demon, it isn’t long before he realizes how badly he'd love to abduct the new guy and claim him

He thinks about all of the weapons he could use on him, all of the places he could test and push his limits to

It gives him way too many ideas

He makes it his goal to add him to his collection of dolls, and he’ll wait as long as it takes to get what he wants

Jeff the Killer

Jeff is minding his own business, for once, at the gas station during the snack run when he gets a text from BEN telling him to come to the back of the store

When he hears the faint moans and whimpers, he thinks BEN is playing some kind of prank

But boy is he ever wrong

He walks in on BEN sneakily filming the new guy, who’s bouncing up and down on a gun and panting like a depraved whore while he does so

Like most of the others, it takes him a second to process what he’s seeing

There’s no way he just walked in on that

He's too surprised to pull himself away at first, and when he snaps out of it, he realizes he's enjoying it too much to leave

He watches the whole show, even as the new guy starts moaning louder, even until his body starts shaking and his cock starts tensing and twitching as he approaches his peak

He can’t look away as the newbie throws his head back, plunges the gun as deep as it’ll go inside him, then cums all over himself in a sticky white mess

As he starts coming down from his high, both Jeff and BEN quickly sneak away to avoid being seen

And although Jeff doesn’t usually like newbies, he figures he might make an exception for this guy

Unfortunately for the new guy, however, Jeff's love language is bullying

And what he saw at that gas station is just perfect bullying material

And he doesn't plan on going easy on him just because he's new

Kate the Chaser

Since she’s antisocial, she’s hardly ever at the mansion, even despite being a proxy

She mostly just hangs around abandoned buildings, caves, half-decrepit huts in the woods—that kind of thing; and she feels very protective of those places

So when she senses a group of people wandering through what she’d consider her abandoned gas station, she makes sure to keep a close watch on everyone

She doesn’t actively see what happens with the new guy, but she definitely hears about it when everyone’s leaving the place

By overhearing bits of conversations, she's able to piece together what happened, and she develops a certain curiosity about the new guy

Kate teeters between states of consciousness, where, most of the time, she’s almost basically feral

But every now and then, remnants of her old humanity peek through

And hearing about this new guy somehow brings bits of her old self out, which piques her interest

It’s like a mix of curiosity and sexual fascination that has her sticking around to watch the new guy stumble his way back to the mansion

And even though she’d likely never confront him on her own, she secretly hopes that she’ll stumble in on him doing something like that again

Alas, until that day comes, maybe she’ll content herself with merely stalking him for now

Masky

Even though he and Hoodie are almost always together, he doesn’t join the group at the gas station

He needs to rest and recover, so he hangs back, but he immediately knows he missed out on something big when Hoodie comes back

And when Hoodie shows him the video, Masky's furious he missed out on it

Honestly, he gains some respect for the newbie for being so ballsy to pull something off like that

Unlike a lot of others, it doesn’t really affect the way he interacts with him afterward

He doesn’t get flustered, doesn’t tease or bully the guy about it, he doesn’t even mention it because, in Masky's opinion, it’s not that big of a deal

Really, all it does is make him more interested in seeing what other tricks the new guy has up his sleeve

He wouldn’t mind personally finding out about them~

Other than that, if he sees other creeps being excessive about their commentary towards the newbie, he’ll also shut them down alongside Jane

He figures it must suck for the poor guy, so he tries to minimize the damage however he can

Jane and Masky honestly kind of become the new guy’s lifeline after that incident

Nurse Ann

She also only hears about it much, much later since she usually stays off the grid

She’s masochistic, sadistic, and hypersexual, so she definitely gets having more… deviant sexual urges

Not to mention, with the sheer amount of strange people in that house, it really isn’t surprising that at least one of them would pull that kind of stunt

She doesn’t think too much of it as she goes about her work, but every now and then, she’s suddenly reminded of it out of nowhere

And she can’t help but think how fun it would be to use someone like that in her experiments~

So she keeps an eye out, and, similarly to Kate, she also hopes to have a random run-in with the new recruit

Honestly, she doesn’t even know who the new creep is or what he looks like—even if she did run into him—because they all look the same to her

But she knows that if she did get the chance to run into him, she also wouldn’t go easy on him

Honestly, Nurse Ann is definitely one of the more dangerous creeps, so garnering her attention is almost never a good thing

The new guy's unknowingly put himself in a lot of danger by attracting so many outsiders' attention

Offenderman

Oh, he absolutely adores hearing about this new creep~

He’s not technically banned from the mansion, but he’s on thin fucking ice, so he knows to be careful when he visits to meet him

Preying on people’s sexual urges is what he does best—it makes it all the easier to mold his victims into perfectly obedient little slaves~

So this new guy has him salivating at the thought of kidnapping him

Try as he might to be subtle about his intentions to whisk him away, Slender is, for obvious reasons, fully aware of what he’s trying to do

So new security measures are reinstated at the house, and the new guy is placed under extra protection

Which might be confusing to the new guy, since he doesn’t exactly know why he’s being so carefully protected

Why would anyone even care about a random newbie like him?

Even if he tries to ask Slender what the reasoning behind all the fuss is, Slender won't tell him because just knowing what Offender does can be risky

To counter the new safety precautions, Offender might try to bribe and manipulate creeps from the inside

And who knows; maybe one day, Offender will finally slip through Slender’s cracks and snatch up his prize~

Ticci Toby

Oh god oh god oh fuck

Initially the first one to suggest going for a snack run, he somehow blames himself for stumbling in on the new guy doing the dirty

He’s the first one to discover the scene, even before BEN walks in on it

And as soon as he sees it, as soon as he sees the new guy naked with his legs spread, squirming and whining with the barrel deep inside of him, Toby’s face goes red

He’s so close he can practically hear the slick sounds as he humps the weapon like a depraved little puppy

He’s frozen for a few seconds, too stunned to react, but once he comes to his senses, he immediately gets the hell out of dodge

But he doesn’t even make it all that far before he realizes—shit

There’s at least, like, five other creeps in here that might stumble in on him

He’s paralyzed in place as his mind races to figure out how to get everyone out without raising suspicion

But before he can think of a plan, BEN stumbles in on it and it’s all over

Not knowing what else to do, Toby practically makes a run for it because the secondhand embarrassment is too real

He comes face-to-face with Cody as he’s leaving, and when Cody asks what’s wrong, Toby blurts everything out before thinking twice

Needless to say, he’s insanely embarrassed about the whole thing, even though he’s not even the one who got caught

Poor guy can’t look the newbie in the eyes for a good few months after that incident

X-Virus

When Toby mentions a hideout off the side of an old highway, of course Cody wants to check it out

He thought it would be a nice, chill way to spend his evening, so you can just imagine his confusion when he runs into Toby, who looks like he just saw a ghost and is on the verge of crapping himself about it

Before he can even open his mouth to ask, Toby blurts everything out, and Cody is thoroughly stunned

The new guy is doing what? Here? Right now??

He can see that Toby is visibly shaken, so he does his best to calm him down

But the whole time he’s talking Toby down, all he can think about is how he wants this damn conversation to end so that he can go off and have a quick peek of his own

Like—it’s not his fault the new guy’s cute

And, surely, one quick little peek wouldn’t do anyone any harm, right?

Once Toby bails, Cody doesn’t think twice before going to the back of the store

A few creeps are huddled behind a shelf, watching the scene intently, and Cody gets his own spot to watch the show

He was already interested in the newbie before this, but now?

Oh, now he definitely wants more

Zalgo

The fact that he’s essentially the lord of the underworld, it’s nothing short of a miracle that news reaches him about a new sexually deviant creep

And at first, when the news does reach him, he honestly doesn’t care too much about it

Like, he’s basically the lord of sin—it takes a lot to impress him, even regarding sexual tendencies

It’s only one day, when nothing seems to be exciting him in the underworld, that he finally decides to investigate the new guy

What he discovers is actually fairly interesting, especially when he notices that other creeps and demons have developed an interest in him too

It means that the newbie might actually be more valuable than Zalgo initially realized

He gathers more intel on him, sending a few demons here and there to stalk him, all while remaining under Slender’s radar

And it, admittedly, is a long shot, but there’s a chance that this new guy might play a role in freeing the lord of the underworld from his imprisonment

He lays low for the most part, so it's not like the new guy is ever made aware of his presence, or even his existence as a whole

But the beginnings of a plan slowly yet surely start taking shape

Who knew such a small little mishap could cause such a stir?~

[starless-nightz]

Okay so I saw whose Daughter of Hestia headcanons (my compliments to the chef) and I also saw you write angst... see where I'm going?

So, might I request headcanons for the child of Hestia getting injured after a battle and just how that might impact the people at camp/morale

Not sure if this makes sense, so sorry about that, but thank you.

Child of Hestia getting injured in battle

note -> Glad you liked the HCs! Yes i do write angst, it just happens that either no one ever requests it or i dont have any idea for the requests.

warnings -> none.

content includes -> angst, the campers are pissed, reader is heavily injured.

The entire camp is shocked when you get hurt. As Hestia's only child, you're the one everyone associates with warmth, safety, and tranquility—so it's profoundly unnerving to see you hurt. It's like there has been a crack in the very foundation of their house, and it sends them reeling to the very core of their bones.

The campfire is chillier without you. Even at the infirmary recovering, your presence is missed. The usual comfort lingering around the campfire ebbs and the gatherings by the fire are not the same. Campers draw closer to the fire but are sans the warmth they're so used to because of the absence of your quiet, calming energy.

Campers take it personally, at least the ones that know you well. The more battle-hardened demigods—the children of Ares and Athena among others—find themselves feeling an anger, rare and deep, toward whatever got to you. To them, you are this sort of symbol of the gentler side of camp life, and seeing you get hurt as some sort of attack on the very heart of what they are fighting so hard for.

Hermes' cabin is affected the most. Although they are normally known to be a playful bunch of kids playing pranks and pulling all sorts of mischievous antics, they're subdued when you're injured. They miss your soft laughter and how you always offered to help clean up after one of their more chaotic moments. They band together to make sure your cabin is looked after while recovering, as means to repay some of the comfort you've given to them in return.

The mood in the infirmary is grim, yet determined. Will Solace, the healer of the camp, treats you with extreme care; after all, your well-being means the world to the camp. He's stern and intent, rarely leaving his post, ensuring that you are receiving all the best possible care. The Apollo kids put in an all-out effort to heal you, aware that it will make a great deal of difference to the morale of others.

Your closest friends refuse to leave your side: duty-operated, that is, they get shifts sitting beside your bed, trying to keep things light-hearted, telling stories, or making quiet jokes. You know that deep inside they're worried, yet they know you will not like seeing their anxiety, and so they try maintaining the usual cast of characters for your benefit, even when it's hard to camouflage worry in their eyes.

Camp activities are much more subdued now. Training sessions and sparring matches are nowhere near as energetic, and even capture the flag is a little more subdued, less peppered with shouts and playful competitiveness. There's a sense among the campers that they should be more careful, like the idea of someone like you getting injured has made them all realize that they're vulnerable.

The other campers make up for your lack, though: Demeter children care for the garden you were always in charge of, the kids from Aphrodite make common places of the camp cozy to the possible extent, and so on and so forth. Everyone tries their best at keeping the spirits up at the camp while you are recovering, but they really do miss your personal touch.

People find themselves visiting the hearth more often, looking to the proximity of the fire somehow reuniting them with you as you are out of commission. They will sit at the flames, muttering their apprehensions with crackling wood, thus hoping it be heard by Hestia herself for your recovery.

Nico di Angelo is particularly distressed by your hurt. He's not foreign to loss, but he has always looked upon you as a sort of anchor-someone who reminded him of peaceful things in life. The thought of losing you is a fear he doesn't want to admit to himself, and he'll be haunting the infirmary more often than he'd like, just to make sure you are still all right.

Your recovery means normalcy returns very grudgingly. As you get well enough to start your work, the energy in camp starts to return in homeopathic doses. When you're finally ready to join the others around the fire, there's celebration: full of treats and stories as campers press close to the flames now, as if to make up for lost time. You stand for a more complete warmer experience with the feeling that one weight has been removed from everyone's shoulder.

Your injury leaves an indelible mark on the camp. After you have regained your health, demigods are more cautious in battles and less often take superfluous risks in them, as they are more aware of the price for that. At the same time, your recovery becomes a beacon of resilience and the campers feel a deeper bonding knowing they've been through a rough time together.

[akutsuir]

── .✦ 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙏𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩

Synopsis: How would they react to you giving them the punishment of silence?

Characters: Childe, Diluc / Separated

Warnings: kidnapping, emotional blackmail, forced relationship, social isolation, reader is a little easy to manipulate.

notes: I didn't like this one so much (remember: english is not my native language)

⟢ Childe

He would be patient at first. He would pretend not to care so much about the absence of your words and how you practically pretended he didn’t exist.

He would leave you alone in your corner, faithfully believing that at a certain point you would end up giving in. After all, Childe didn't think you could handle the loneliness of being your own company for long.

However, when he realizes that you are still standing firm, perhaps even firmer than at the beginning, as if you had really built a wall between the two of you, he begins to become desperate.

First, he would bring gifts, of any kind, of any material and from any place.

He would approach your figure sitting with your back to him on the bed, and place the decorated box next to you.

“I bought this in Inazuma. It was in a very famous Kimonos store, the saleswoman said the fabric was of the best quality.” The excited tone of his voice makes you glance quickly at the box, before turning them back to the landscape outside the window, without saying a single word.

He keeps trying every day, always getting the same reaction from you.

Then he tries to start the conversation with things he knows you like, he brings you flowers, he cooks for you, this man even tries to pretend that he got hurt during one of the missions hoping that you will show some concern.

After several failed attempts, Childe loses patience.

“How long do you intend to continue being stubborn?” He pulls the book that held your attention out of your hands, throwing it carelessly onto the coffee table. His action makes you give him an angry look.

Was it difficult for him to leave you alone?

“I’ve given you enough time to get used to it, don’t you think?” Childe stops in front of you, his expression was nothing like the falsely happy one he carried everywhere. This time you really didn't know how or what to say, since the day you were cruelly locked up in this mansion, this was the first time he had confronted you directly.

“I don’t want to make this unpleasant for one of us, but you really leave me no choice by acting so childish.” Would he hurt you? Thinking about the possibility makes you involuntarily tighten the hem of your dress, you didn't want to show fear, but your body clearly wouldn't obey you.

After all, who are you next to the 11th Fatui Harbinger?

Faced with your unbearable silence, he continues.

“You know? Your parents… Seems to be going a through complicated situation recently….” Your eyes widen, standing up completely, now face to face with Childe.

“What did you do with them?!” Your voice was filled with despair. This was a thousand times worse than whatever he decided to do to you.

“Wow! Are you able to speak now?” He lets out an ironic laugh. The lack of an answer to your question despairs you even more.

“Childe, what did you do with them?” You repeat, this time the fear in your words was even clearer. What the hell had happened? What did he mean by a complicated situation?

“Calm down, I didn’t do anything. They just seem to be facing certain financial difficulties, that’s all it got to me.” The amused smile on his face didn't calm you down at all, on the contrary, it made you even more anxious.

Just like you, your family never had a stable or balanced financial life, your parents worked hard to maintain the house and provide you with a minimally adequate living condition. It was complicated, but it was enough for you. That's why when Childe showed up offering your father a chance at a job at the Northland Bank, you should have stopped him from accepting, maybe that wouldn't have given him the chance to have something to blackmail you into and make you come with him to this icy hell he called Snezhnaya.

Whoever you wanted to fool, we know perfectly well that he would find another alternative to bring you with him.

“But… And my father? He was earning enough before. What happened?"

“He was fired.” The calmness in which he spoke made you increasingly anxious, you knew that despite what Childe said before, he had definitely done something.

He was the only one who had enough power to do this.

"Why? Did he do something? Is there no way to reverse this?” You practically begged, imagining your parents in that situation ran deep in your chest.

“Well, who knows? Maybe I can do something. Let’s talk about this a little, I’d like to hear your beautiful voice a little more.”

There it is.

Oh, how cruel he can be sometimes….

⟢ Diluc

This man is desperate from beginning to end.

From the moment you start acting as if he didn't exist, his conscience weighs absurdly.

He's not very good at making conversation, so he tries to get your attention with actions. He brings you some non-alcoholic drinks from the Angels' Share, the ones that contain your favorite fruit. He leaves them in the kitchen waiting for you to see and drink them. However, they remain untouched on the counter. He always tries to get closer to you. If you are sitting in the room, he is standing in the same room a few centimeters away, pretending to read a document or give an order to an employee passing by.

When it's time to sleep, he always wishes you a good night, hoping to get at least a murmur or a grumble in return, but you just lay your head on the pillow as if you hadn't heard anything. The same situation occurs when you wake up, at the coffee table, he welcomes you with a good morning, but you just pick up some fruit on the table, without saying a single word, before locking yourself in the room.

One day, in a desperate measure, he allows you to leave.

“Do you… Do you want to go for a walk?” Diluc asks when you were about to leave the table, ready to isolate yourself in the shared room again.

You stop in your tracks, wondering if you heard right.

“What?…” You look at him over your shoulder, without turning around completely.

Seeing that his question had finally provoked some reaction from you, he stands up, now feeling a little more hopeful.

“I asked if you wanted to go out for a bit?” Diluc tries to contain the anxiety in his voice, after so long you were finally saying some words to him.

“Are you serious?” You turn completely towards him, your voice was almost like a whisper, it sounded like you were scared that he was just messing with you.

“Of course… I can take you if you want…” Ha! It was obvious.

For a moment you felt like a huge idiot for thinking he would let you go out alone. Without him.

But still, it was better than being locked up in the confines of this dark mansion twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. It wouldn't hurt to accept this walk alongside Diluc. It is not?

“I… I want to go.” If you hadn't looked away, you would have noticed the euphoria that momentarily filled the reddish eyes of the man in front of you.

“Fine. Some employees are off today, so we won't have to worry about them coming up to me all the time.”

That doesn't comfort you at all.

With a slight nod, your feet slowly guide you to the main door of the mansion. Even if you didn't want to show it, the happiness on your face was noticeable, especially to Diluc. How long has it been since you felt the sun's rays directly touch your skin? When was the last time you observed the vines other than through the bedroom window where you isolated yourself even more every day?

That was good for you, but it was even better for Diluc.

After all, without realizing it, you had handed him the most effective way to make you notice his presence every day now.

It would be bad to miss others opportunities like this just because you were having a tantrum and refused to exchange a few simple words with him, wouldn't it?

Oh, how happy he was.

tags:

[alexlikesairconditioninh]

i was never a writter, but the lack of geo content is killing me so here we go

Before you read; i tried to make this as versatile as possible, make it fit for different types of readers and wether or not it follows cannon storyline! The only thing about this is that you and crowe have no romantic interest in eachother and are just friends. (If crowe and geo were pinning for the same person that would be messy and too complicated for me to think of)

NOT PROOFREAD

geo x reader hc:

• its known that geo is rich, and from deryl's account, has bodyguards armed with katanas. while its unclear how often he is accompanied by these bodyguards. He wouldn't heasiitate to have them accompany you too, especially after the movie theater / arcade incident (depending on the route you choose) or if anything similar happened. Especially when he isnt around.

• if you are a shy / quiet person, he will be by your side, not saying much, but the fact that he is willingly spending his free time with you, shows how much he cares about you.

- he will push you out of your shell, he wants the best for you what holds people being too scared to take action. Your shyness could hold you back and he doesn't want you to be hurt by it. When your too scared to speak out he will nudge you to do so, giving you confidence and reassurance, of course he usually ends up speaking up for you anyways. He wont allow others to disrespect you.

• if you are more loud and rambunctious he would pretend to be annoyed with you, but you are close enough to know he genuinely cares about you.

- even though he dislikes rowdy places, he will endure your shenanigans. somtimes you get too out of hand, and this is when he brings you back to earth.

• surprisingly, hes a tad bit better at showing affection through words, he seems— unsure about physical contact. He has daddy issues and his relationship with his mom and hyugo are unclear, but i have a hunch that hes touch starved and never really received affection through touch (or at all).

• he isn't the best at showing affection overall, however it feels as though he does it through acts of service best. If you have an issue, he would try and fix it or help it for you— he can, and will get physical.

• while he is stubborn, and finds it hard to vocalize his admiration for you, he is decent with words of affirmation, of course at the start before you get closer hes silent. He doesn't say lovey dovey things directly, its more in how he speaks. Once he warms up to you, he will speak to and about you with love. He also teases you, just like he does with deryl, your reactions, and laughter mean the world to him. he cares about you— and the rest of his friends.

• I think quality time is a another strong means of affection for him. He’s very busy (at least— I think). He will decline going to the hallows ball even if his friends are going because he has "better things to do". His time is valuable, he will put time aside just to be with you because he loves you, you give him energy and refuel his mental state when he needs energy. Wether it be a date, cuddling, listening to music together (Japanese opera and whatever you like), looking at potted plants, or just being next to eachother, its the highlight of his day.

• speaking of cuddling, he enjoys it, while hes stiff and unsure at first, he will warm up to it. He finds comfort in having you in his arms and making sure your safe. (And later, will enjoy being in your arms). While "i love you" is too hard for him to utter, holding you close to him as a reminder of his love and protection is what he does.

• hes horrible, horrifically terrible at comforting. He wasn't comforted as a child (at least thats what i think...). So its no surprise he doesn't know how to console you, he feels awful seeing you in a depressed state. He would likely seek out one of his friends for advice on comforting you. However, times like these is when he finds it easier to voice his love for you. Even if it isnt really that comforting— "why are you so sad / crying? Was it ____— do you want me to beat their asses?"

🔖 : i was going to add another section about sol and how geo would deal with that, but i just got too impatient and just had to post it!!! So ill write that later ヽ(≧∀≦)ﾉ

[writingwithcolor]

Creatures of Folklore Who Represent Cultures Preventing Wars Throughout History

Anonyomous asked:

Hi! I’m writing a story which is set in a fantasy version of our world. The main difference between our real world and my fictional version is that the spirits and fairies of each culture and folklore exist, and that the majority of them basically stop war from happening because they react very badly (and potentially violently) when invading forces etc try to start battles. 

I’m doing a lot of research into the histories of the various cultures that will be featured in the books set in this world so I can hypothesise how they might have developed without, for example, violent colonialism, and where trade and so on might have flourished in its place. However, it’s possible for colonialism to happen through more insidious ways, such as assimilation. In one of my books, I’m intending to use this as part of the plot, where Japan will try to colonise the Ryukyuan Kingdom through assimilation, but will be stopped by the Ryukyuan Kingdom making allies with other nations (amongst other tactics), but I was wondering if you had any advice for respectfully handling the colonialism that very much did happen in real life in a fantasy setting where it didn’t manage to occur, without erasing the history and ramifications etc of what actually happened?

Do fox spirits have citizenship? 

You mean well with this concept, but there are multiple key problems. 

One major issue with cordoning off spirits and folklore creatures by “patron” culture and have them fight said patrons’ battles is that there’s a lot of overlap. It’d be hard for there not to be a conflict of interest. 

For example, everyone knows about the kitsune fox spirit from Japan. But the story of the fox spirit was introduced to Japan and Korea by China, where they are called húlijīng. These foxes are remarkably similar, with their characteristics and stories almost borrowed wholesale. Are they all the same “species?” If so, when small differences emerge in the countries’ folktales, how do you resolve this? Do these spirits also morph and specialize, or does one interpretation win out? How about when kingdoms are unified, like the Korean Three Kingdoms–do separate versions of the kumiho reverse-evolve into a single variant? What side do they pick when these kingdoms and empires try to battle? If they live apart from humans or aren’t very friendly with them, why would they have a reason to care about invasions when they have no reason to be allegiant to said borders, or whatever name they’re called in whichever country whose land they live on?

Folkloric beings are never static, and are influenced over time by cultural shifts and exchanges, including shifting borders. Human history is stuffed cover-to-cover with events of what we called “conquest” then and “occupation” or “colonization” now. And through these changes, cultures diverged and came together, creating new stories. In other words: not even fairy tales are immune to colonization. 

Leigh can explain the rest. 

~ Rina

The Problem with Retconning War

A very simple question for you:

How are you going to rectify every single historical war that’s ever existed?

Like, the whole plot of the Trojan War as we know it is that the gods of the same culture were on different sides! And the gods made the war last as long as it did. Alexander the Great was a colonizer. Romans were definitely colonizers. Ottomans and Mongols, also colonizers. It wasn’t to the scale of modern colonialism, but it happened. If you look at census records from the 1800s of Indigenous populations in North America, you’ll find that the men 20+ have way lower numbers because they died in war! 

I’m not of the opinion that the basic state of humanity is war and we are barely contained by base instincts. But I’m also not so far in the other direction that I believe humans lack any sort of warring instincts. It shows up in chimps and other primates, so it shows up in humans.

In a way, it sounds like you’ve taken a very Christian-fundamentalist-centric view of things, which is: humans need religion to be “contained”. That humans are amoral without some sort of religion or folklore or spirits telling them to not do a “bad thing.”

This is ignoring how people have been using religion to justify wars since religion was invented. As Rina said, there can be overlap in groups’ beliefs and deities so there’s the side-picking issue, which as I mentioned is the whole plot of the Trojan War. Even when humans write about gods meddling in war, they have the gods not all be on the same side.

Humans have war. Humans try to take over other groups because they want the resources that group has. Alliances shift. Territories shift.

This is also treating humans as a monolith—there are populations within the colonized groups that agree with the colonizers because they get benefits. Claiming that all colonized groups hate all aspects of their colonialism all of the time is deeply ahistorical and flattened. Sometimes the benefits were only for a small group, but sometimes the benefits were far-reaching. It’s in the India tag on WWC, varying views of the Mughals. 

Also, how will you handle the Christianization of Europe? How will you handle all of this folklore that only got written down via monks and nuns making notes and modifying beliefs to fit the Bible? Will any area with only Christianity’s records written down not have folklore? 

And how will you handle folklore drift? Religions are not static. If you look at Greek myths, there are ten to thirty versions of each story and those are just the ones that survived. Each city-state had its own mythology, using the same gods, modified to fit the local needs.

And what about folklore that deals with war and thrives in war? What about the gods of war and destruction? I know Norse mythology is Christianized beyond recognition, but even in its Christianized form half of it is about war. Would the Valkyries, whose whole purpose is to find valiant soldiers slain in battle, not want war? Their whole purpose is war.

Also, on top of it—how will you handle revolution?

You say yourself, colonialism could still happen subtly. Colonialism and injustice can still happen. Will these subjugated spirits force an already disadvantaged group to exclusively use a rigged system to try and politely ask for their rights back? Or would these spirits want to be free and support the means necessary to take it back?

War has happened to upend the divine right of kings. War has happened to free slaves (Haiti). War has happened for basic workers’ rights (some union strikes have resulted in war). 

You’re basically removing a whole toolbox in the fight for a better world. Yes, not being able to colonize because of fantasy AU sounds fine, until you realize that pretty much all of human history from the Romans has been created via war to some degree.

You’re basically just saying “violence is bad and humans need fantasy babysitters to not dive into it”, which really doesn’t sound that great once you sit with it. It removes human agency, removes human nature, and ignores the entire history of the planet.

-Leigh (Lesya)

Marika interjecting here:

We had an ask (Linked here) envisioning a story set in a de-colonized Hawai’i and the socio-political issues with that. Same problem.

[thefirstknife]

I wasn't aware of the discussions around Eramis being that rancid, personally (although I tend not to look at online discussion around media in general, thanks to how skin-deep at best much of it tends to be).

But the way you've talked about it makes me wonder how much of the people complaining about Eramis's character development are coming at it from a dislike of the idea of that redemption being a thing at all- the perspective that Doing Bad Things makes someone A Bad Person who can no longer be A Good Person, essentially. Seems like that mentality has grown... if not more common, at least louder, over time.

(Although your comment about not seeing why they'd 'pull a shocking twist for the sake of pulling a shocking twist to spite the audience' is a little funny in a sad way, considering how many people seem to think "outwit the audience and surprise them" is more important than "tell a coherent story as well as possible", even changing things if a twist is leaked, even if whatever they change it to makes no damn sense.)

It's really bad out there and it's strange for the exact reason you listed, because the same communities have previously entertained redemption ideas about characters like Calus and even Clovis; characters who have never expressed any wish to change or any beliefs that they may be in the wrong, no regrets and no remorse for what they've done.

So I can't even figure out if this with Eramis is about not wanting redemption stories. I think it's more about Eramis herself; not only is she a female character, but she's very largely and easily misunderstood. A lot of people's interaction with Beyond Light was... not entirely invested (a lot of the community was at the time mad about vaulting and hated everything new on principle), and her other storylines are in seasonal content that's gone now and that was almost universally hated; she was brought back in Plunder and then reappeared briefly in Defiance. A lot of people approached her from the get-go as "just some villain we will kill in the campaign" and then that didn't happen and these people were confused because they never paid any attention to her story. And then by the end of it, it just kinda slipped them by.

I don't know honestly. I may be overthinking it, but I definitely think that a lack of understanding of her story plays a huge role. Whether that's because they missed her story or just didn't pay attention to it or just had no interest in it - and nobody online they interact with offered any insight into her character (lore youtube) - they just don't get what's the fuss and they don't care about her. Some might say this is because the game didn't make people want to care, but I simply disagree. While I enjoy Eliksni stories, they're by far not at the top of my list of favourite things in Destiny so I don't have any special attachment to Eliksni characters, I didn't know Eramis before BL and I was never a diehard fan of her, but I understood her story and what they wanted to do with her for the past 4 years.

And I was happy that she got her character arc completed as was intended. I saw where it was going and this solution is the only one that made sense to me. So I don't think the whole "the game didn't make me care enough because it was badly set up" really holds water. The game can't put thoughts into your brain, sometimes you have to actually think about characters for yourself. Like, we shouldn't have to be spoon-fed that hard. Her arc and the setup was clear and it was written into the game's story, a lot of it even outside of lore books ("It was just in the lore books!" is a major complaint a lot of the time, and one I personally find baffling. You're in the Lore Books The Game. If you don't like lore being in lore books, you're in the wrong place).

We could honestly discuss this to no end, and everyone who dislikes Eramis or the conclusion to her story would probably have a different reason for it, or there would at least be a couple of them, not wanting redemption included. Could also be a combination - not understanding her story will lead a lot of people to think that her being redeemed makes no sense and that it wasn't supposed to happen.

I think it's also a case of people having a really hard time understanding that a character can be our ally while still hating our guts. I've seen plenty of comments from people saying they're annoyed about Eramis constantly being antagonistic towards us. This is baffling to me, because again, it makes sense that she doesn't like us. And it would be bizarre if all Eliksni were now suddenly fans of humanity like a hivemind. Some will never like us. This is good. They will still help us because there's bigger fish to fry, but they don't have to like us.

Eramis was a delight this episode to me and she was a really interesting character. She wasn't a huge deal overall and some of her story was fairly on the sidelines, but she was a very unique "villain" and antagonist to us since she was introduced and I think that her character arc was very well done all things considered. This amount of resistance and dislike for her from the wider community is something I simply can't see as anything other than a lack of understanding of the story (personal reasons and stuff like "I get it, I just don't really care that much" not included).

[fire-lizard-ro]

SO UHHHHH- Beware the darker themes ahead. I know people were probably expecting more smut from me, but I find it hard to write smut for the Aeons??? Who even knows how that would actually work-

Anyways sorry for the lack of smut. OTL

I will feed y’all some good Geppie smut later!

GN reader

CW: mentions of death, permanent maiming, breaking bones, sadistic and obsessive tendencies, loss of self

Lemme know if I missed anything. T-T

I didn’t really get into it as much as I could have, so I don’t think it’s too bad. But still read that CW, please-

When it comes to the Aeons, I refuse to believe that they understand human conventions, morals, or ways of love. I think that with them, it's very easy for them to be a yandere??? Sorta?

Once they are interested in you, they won't immediately take you. They'll likely observe you, being interested in figuring out what it is that had them interested in you in the first place.

But slowly they become more convinced that you are someone they want to keep by their side.

Once they've decided that you should stay by their side, they'd likely kidnap you???

And I feel like as an Aeon who doesn't empathize with human emotions just has to keep you because you make them feel something truly novel- Is this that "love" that they always heard those humans talk about? That thing that they strive for yet the Aeons couldn't possibly hope to understand? So no matter how far you try to run, they'll find you.

Yaoshi

With this particular Aeon, I can see their love being one that is harmful for humans no matter how sweetly they put it.

They don't understand why you don't want the protection of their path and the blessing of everlasting life they can give you. :((

At some point, they'll likely give you the curse of mara, turning you into something you aren't. It's all because they love you and can't bear to see your mortal form crumble to nothing over the years and your life come to an end. They just couldn't accept that. So one day they tell you sweetly to close your eyes because they have a gift for you. One that you can keep... forever.

They understands that it will hurt. Yes. They understand that you'll lose your humanity and really your sense of being- But that's okay! They can take care of you. They'll never let you feel pain or suffering after this moment. You'll just have to take this moment of pain to have an eternity with them. Okay? :))

Honestly I can't really see why any of the Aeons would keep a human or other mortal around when what they pursue is something that mortal minds cannot truly fathom. Like with Nanook....

Nanook

(Disclaimer: what I said with Yaoshi? Y e a h - THIS ONE IS DEFINITELY HARMFUL TO HUMANS AND IT’S NOT EVEN PUT IN A SWEET WAY LIKE WITH YAOSHI.)

They are literally seeking the destruction of all things. Those who follow the Path of Destruction even sacrifice their own health and bodies in order to gain power in battle. The Path of the Destruction is one that seeks the end of all things. But maybe there's a slim chance that despite seeking to destroy all creation, they would find you oddly charming. A cute little thing that they cannot seem to take their eyes away from. Somehow, to them, you are just as beautiful as the fiery destruction they seek to bring to the universe.

Obsessively watching you and doing whatever they please to you. Keeping you close at all times, trapped in their embrace as though their hands were a living cage. Again- No matter where you run, no matter where you hide… they’ll find you. Their love is also Very Harmful to Humans TM. Holds you far too tight without really realizing it. But if you try to pry their large fingers off or you squirm too much… they only squeeze harder. To the point that you feel your skin bruising, flesh becoming sore and your very bones creaking. If you actually manage to get away from them somehow, I’m not sure what will happen to you. Not to mention the fact that it will be very VERY hard to run once you’ve escaped. Aeons can probably traverse the universe at speeds unfathomable. And their piercing gazes leave no stone unturned. How could you hope to hide from such all-seeing eyes? How can you hide from an Aeon? Once they’ve caught you again… you probably aren’t getting away. They may break you a bit. Juuust a but. Enough to discourage a second escape attempt- And maybe even enough to make that second attempt impossible. You don’t really need to walk if they’re always holding you, right? Maybe if they… break your legs? Careful you don’t anger them any more than that- Paralysis from the waist down is also a dangerous, but possible option. You may be broken after that, but they’re the Aeon of Destruction. You’ll be beautiful to them even broken. :))

At some point, if this was you second attempt and you’re somehow able to get away without them breaking your legs- Or hell maybe they did but you are just stubborn enough to devise a way to run away again (though likely not on those twisted legs of yours). Point is- If this is not your first attempt at escape, it’s likely that word of what happened the first time has spread. I doubt there’d be a planet in the galaxy willing to harbor you when Nanook could easily raze their cities to the ground and destroy the very planet they live on.

Nanook is the Most Dangerous of the Aeons to catch the attention of. Because I think with them, the most realistic thing would be that you are always one wrong step away from becoming a beautifully broken thing. The grand and beautiful destruction this Aeon sought. For what greater love is there than making you an example of their reason for being, right? Right? :)))

Or maybe it’s because they cannot be bothered with you if you become too much of a hassle even if they fancy you. I’m not really sure how Aeons really work, soooo…. I’d honestly be careful around this one… Even though I’m sure most would be considering their intimidating stature and nature.

Lan

I wonder if Lan would find it fun to let you think you’d escaped them only to hunt you down. I mean. They are the Aeon of the Hunt. Yes that means more than just that, but. I can see it. Some sort of sadistic glee they have in the fear in your eyes, the pounding in your heart, and the panicked breaths you take when realizing they’ve found you again. But they’d never hurt you! No, no, no- They certainly wouldn’t… Right?

IX

I don’t think there’d be any getting away from the Aeon of Nihility. 💀

I mean- Considering what happened in the Simulated Universe when meeting IX, I think you know why. I don’t know too much about them and no longer have many spoons for this so ye.

Maybe will write more about the Aeons later.

Sorry for any wack writing and typos it’s ass o’clock and it’s time for my eepy ass to go mimimimimimi- Might fix it eventually if I catch it.

[greenteabelle]

feeling some type of way about q!philza talking about his wings healing . 

as an immortal who has roamed the earth for centuries , q!philza knows how to adapt to his surroundings . against the blazing sun , thunderous rain , snowy blizzards and harsh winds , his wings have gotten used to adjusting to each type of weather no matter where he goes . 

then he wakes up feverish and sweaty on the train to quesadilla island , immediately aware of the sudden loss of weight off his back . he doesn't know what the federation did to his wings , how rough they must have been as they snipped his feathers this way and that , but it did the job . 

now bony and crooked , his wings are useless . 

so he binds them with bandages , eyes red-rimmed from tears , and keeps them hidden securely under his cloak . he pulls himself together and does what he has always done best : move on . 

when he meets chayanne , his wonderful , lovable son , he makes sure that the bandages are just tied a bit tighter . 

because when he is faced with the starry-eyed gaze of wonder for each heroic tale he spins before chayanne's bedtime , he can't bear to tell him the truth . chayanne doesn't need to know how far he's fallen from grace . 

how pathetic he's become . 

but he makes do with life , as he always does , and takes full advantage of the surprising resourcefulness of the island . 

the paragliders . then the tridents . then the grappling squok . the last one still freaks him out with its sounds , but he keeps one on him at all times . 

anything to feel that rush of wind blowing against his hair , the weightless moments in the vast blue sky . 

then he wakes up in purgatory with the other islanders , not a single item in his possession , and he does the only thing he can do .

survive . 

that alone is hard enough to accomplish , especially when there's a group of misfits looking to him for directions as the island does its very best to get rid of them . despite the odds stacked heavily against them , he is anything but a man who lacks faith . 

so they run as swiftly as they can , fight as desperately as possible , hide as discreetly as they're able .  

over the course of two days , q!philza finds himself standing up for members he's barely interacted with and stepping in with a fierce determination when they're threatened . 

somehow , in the shittiest place imaginable , q!philza has found himself another family to protect . maybe it's the adrenaline , fueling his desperation to finally have a family he can protect . maybe it's the habitual indulgence , finding himself fond over their amusing antics in the face of danger .

whatever it is , it makes him decide to trash the bandages that have grown worn and tattered and leave his wings hanging limply but exposed . 

because in such a fucked up world , who the fuck cares about ugly wings anyway ? 

the members notice , particularly q!jaiden and q!baghera , but they don't ask questions . 

slowly adjusting to the ever-changing obstacles that the island throws at them , they keep pushing and pushing and pushing . things get better . they always do . 

but sometimes … things are too much . 

sometimes there are one too many disasters . 

sometimes there are one too many altercations . 

sometimes there just isn't much hope left to go on . 

the first time one of those moments happen , q!philza finds q!jaiden and q!baghera still awake despite the late hour , huddled close to a campfire and their eyes dazed from fatigue . they're unusually quiet and twitch ever so often as the flames dance dangerously close to them . before he can stop himself , he asks them a question . 

“ could i preen your feathers ? ”

their matted wings haven't escaped his notice even since day one , but he didn't want to overstep at the time . perhaps even now he's overstepping , so he scrambles to retract his question with an awkward excuse , only for them to nod quickly without a moment's hesitation . 

so he shows them the ropes , and guides them through each step he takes as he handles their feathers with painstaking care . 

he also doesn't ask why they don't know how to do it themselves . 

just as he's done with both of their wings , he fully expects them to go to sleep immediately , finally finding some peace in the midst of constant chaos . what he doesn't expect , is for them to ask if they can do the same to his wings . 

his broken , pathetic wings . 

his first instinct is to refuse , as kindly as possible of course , but when he's met with the poorly disguised nervousness on their faces , what else can he do but say yes ? so he agrees , going against every instinct in his body for exposing the weakest part of himself to others . 

and when they touch the first feather , q!philza physically restrains himself from swiping at their throats with his sword , digging his nails into his palms with a white-knuckled grip . as they continue , he can't quite conceal the violent shudder down his spine , but it gradually resides that by the time he finally has the sense to check on them , he's horrified by the sight of blood on their hands . 

he immediately fusses over them , the guilt over not warning them beforehand about the razor sharp edges of his feathers making him sick to his stomach , but they only grin brightly . 

“ didn't we do a good job , philza ? look at your wings ! ”

sure enough , his wings look better . 

it's still tattered and utterly useless , but they do look better . 

“ you did great . let's find some bandages for your cuts and i'll teach you how to avoid hurting yourself in the future . ”

the next day , the three of them look the most rested they have ever been since the day they stepped foot on this island . 

so it becomes a thing . every night before they turn in , q!philza helps them clean their feathers and they do the same for him . eventually , q!cellbit , q!foolish and q!charlie join them when their curiosity is too obvious to ignore . their movements are clumsy and inexperienced , yet their touches are gentle . 

a new routine is thus added to each member's day , though it feels as natural as if they've been doing it since day one . 

one day , q!philza is gathering resources with q!etoiles for the team , when the latter makes an off-handed remark . 

“ by the way , phil , your wings look cooler than before . ”

“ aww , thanks mate . ”

then the words really hit him . 

slowly , q!philza extends his wings forward and sure enough , they look different now . there's visibly more feathers than before , almost covering his bones completely , and even a faint gradient sheen on them . his wings feel solid now , not just hollow reminders of what they once were . 

they look familiar now . 

when he sees the secretive smiles his members share as they see him spread his wings a little more , a feeling of overwhelming fondness fills his heart . how does he thank them ? how does he show how grateful he is for having members as wonderful as them ? 

he plans . 

every night , after their preening session and everyone has gone to bed , he sits on the edge of his bed , which is really just a straw mat , and spends just a bit extra time to stretch his wings and preen those feathers . there’s hope blooming in his chest , for the first time in a long time , and he persists . 

then on the final day of battle , q!philza spreads his wings . 

across the expanse of the blood red sky , he soars .

[ghostie-in-wonderland]

Obey Me Characters with a MC that cares very little about stuff

crack; spoilers for Lesson 16

Lucifer 

Frustrates him at first, every threat seemed to not matter 

Becomes concerned after a bit, seeing that anything and everything, including death, could happen to MC and they just don’t seem to care 

Tries to understand it, but ultimately fails every time as MC doesn’t care if he’s disappointed in their grades, actions, or whatever 

Bruises his (massive) ego because of their lack of care towards his opinion 

Mammon 

So confused, MC never cares when he does a little scam on them, or leaves them to deal with his messes 

Worries that something is definitely wrong with MC and probably sits them down 

When they explain that it’s just hard for them to care because they’d rather just keep chugging along than focus on issues around them 

When MC does react to something, it’s usually very important to him and causes him to reflect on what happened 

Levi 

Jealous at first, he cares so much about what others think and MC just doesn’t 

At first he thinks it’s pride and that MC is just very prideful and egotistical 

When he learns that’s not the case, he gets concerned it might be depression, because how is it possible that MC doesn’t care that Belphie killed them 

Eventually comes to terms with it and enjoys spending time with MC because MC doesn’t judge him whatsoever and would honestly join him in the things he likes doing. Like wants to watch the weirdest shows? MC’s down. Want to stay up for 72 hours? MC’s down. MC is cool with doing whatever. 

Satan 

Confused af 

MC doesn’t get angry like ever, and that confused him. There’s no anger, no frustration, nothing. How is that possible? 

Probably secretly studies MC, but also not that good at hiding it and MC definitely knows and sort of just lets it slide 

MC is definitely a cat magnet, because they don’t like do anything to bother them. Satan probably tries to be around MC so that he, too, can be near the cats. 

Asmo 

It pisses him off so much 

He tries so hard to make MC want him or envious of him and it doesn’t work 

He clings to MC and MC just vibes, he gets snippy with the group, MC just shrugs it off and goes on their merry way. He says something rude or is mean to MC, they don’t react. 

The lack of reaction on their part annoys him so much, because how do they do that? 

Beel 

Bro legit doesn’t notice until the brothers pointed it out, he just assumed MC didn’t show their emotions 

When he knows, he becomes curious though. MC is laid-back, he takes their food, they shrug it off, maybe even gives it to him if they don’t feel like eating anymore. He eats all their food; they go and buy more. He still feels guilty for eating their stuff, but it’s nice not being yelled at for it, for once. It makes him wonder, what would cause MC to snap? 

He will often find himself sitting with MC just vibing together, he might be eating while MC games, or reads, or draws, or whatever they want to do. 

He does get worried when major things happen that should traumatize MC, however, is surprised how MC doesn’t seem to be that effected by it. 

Belphie 

He is very appreciative. It gives him a second chance at knowing MC than if they were to have avoided him after the whole murder thing. Although, he wishes they’d stop making the dark jokes about it, he knows they don’t mean it mean, but damn does it hurt him. 

He finds it fascinating, how can a human, care so little when in literal hell? 

When MC does things, he often worries, because MC doesn’t have necessarily the best ideas, because they don’t care to think about the consequences. If it’s a prank on Lucifer though, that’s a different story. 

He finds MC funny, when they’re not making jokes about their death, because MC seems to annoy many demons and their lack of caring about those demons. 

Diavolo 

He loves it, because MC doesn’t care that he’s the future King of Hell. 

He often enables MC in their ideas, because he finds it amusing to see what they want to do. 

He will also join MC in their “expeditions” which creates more work for everyone else as they scramble to find the pair. 

He is sort of jealous of MC, because they don’t care what others think and he has to care. 

Barbatos 

Dude needs a vacation except he has Diavolo and MC to stress about. 

Definitely doesn’t like MC at first because they are somehow the bad influence towards Diavolo

Eventually comes to appreciate MC’s lack of care because they aren’t worried about doing things they deem necessary, although he still gets frustrated that they don’t go above and beyond often times. 

Simeon 

Wants to write a novel about them. They’re so interesting to him. They don’t care about practically anything and that’s so interesting to him. He wants to pick their brain. 

He gets worried about it though, because honestly, it seems like MC has a death wish with their actions. 

Solomon 

He loves it. 

It’s so utterly amusing to him because everyone else seems to be scrambling to understand them. He seems to understand them right away though, which surprises MC because for once, they don’t have to explain themselves. 

He finds it refreshing, MC doesn’t treat him like a sketchy old man. MC also doesn’t try to do anything to impress him, which he also enjoys. 

Stresses over MC a lot though, especially with making sure they stay alive. He doesn’t want MC to die because of their lack of caring. He goes all out to protect MC secretly, although MC is suspicious of it and just chooses not to say anything.  

[cinnasalmon]

→ Zevlor NSFW Alphabet

Various NSFW relationship headcanons, one letter at a time! Very long. Even longer than the SFW one. Sorry not sorry

SFW Alphabet here !

CAUTION: There is some dom/sub and kink talk. Nothing graphic, but JSYK.

→ A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The doting just doesn't stop with this man. No matter how rough the sex was, how feral he was, how much of a different side of him he showed, he will revert back to his usual affectionate self.

He will make for damn sure his partner his taken care of before he even thinks of sleeping—no matter now tired he is. He cannot fully rest until his partner or lover is relaxed. Water, a bath, extra cushions, blankets, massaging oil, etc. at the ready. 

God forbid he does fall asleep before they do, the entire next day is dedicated entirely to them, 100%, even if they state several times they're fine and he's got nothing to worry about. Doesn't matter to him, in his mind he needs to make up for lack of being a good partner.

→ B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His self-esteem has seen better days, so he probably doesn't have a favorite body part of his own. I think if he had to choose, maybe abs or legs: they gotta be toned as hell, even at his age. Good job, Zevlor. You earned it. 👏

Favorite body part of his partner's though? Is “everything” an answer? Body worship extraordinaire over here. Whatever body part his partner doesn't like of their own, he'll love on it extra. They don't even need to verbally state they're self-conscious about it; he takes notes, and he knows. Next time, he'll spend plenty of time leaving slow, loving kisses on it and caressing it with a heated touch.

→ C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh lordy this man has a lot of cum. Hah, maybe not as much as someone like Halsin, but the longer he goes without cumming the more cum his loads will have, obviously. But even otherwise, I still think he's got a fair bit. 

His taste isn't too distinct; it's pretty run-of-the-mill. But he has quite a bit and it is thicky and sticky, so if his partner is one to swallow, get ready. And if they don't swallow, well get ready, too. He'll be cumming everywhere and if he cums on their face? They better have their eyes shut tight that's all I'm saying lmao

→ D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I've seen a couple of people mention a possible scent kink and I can't get it out of my mind. This man cannot get enough of his partner's smell; their pheromones drive him uh, fucking bonkers. Of course he enjoys it after a fresh wash, but when they're hot and sweaty? My goodness he's got a chub just from a whiff. And when their scent changes from becoming aroused? Insert boi-oing sound effect here ‘cause that's what's happening in them trousers.

Convince him to give some training, particularly outdoors for best effect, and watch as he becomes more… hands-on as time goes on. Wouldn't be hard to get him to tussle—a little play wrestling if you will—and he'll be tempted to fuck right there in the dirt. 

→ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

For sure knows what he's doing. He's got experience under his belt (hehe), it's just… been a while is all. 

Back in his heyday, Hellriders were the local authority and sought after as partners and lovers, so no shortage there. I'm not fixed on one set of headcanons for Zevlor's young soldier days, so whether he had a hoe phase or was committed to one partner the whole time, I do think he's had experience nonetheless. (However, I have been toying around the idea of a virgin/celibate Zevlor, but that's a whole other can of worms not particularly relevant right now)

Plus, he's a romantic, so even if he doesn't have much experience, his intuition and drive will translate well in the bedroom.

→ F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

OH LORD. Anything where he can see their face. He likes seeing just how good he makes someone feel, just from his touch (and/or words 👀). It doesn't matter if he's dom or sub or top or bottom or what-the-fuck-ever—he gets so much pleasure from seeing his partner unravel. He's cum solely from getting his lovers off before, so that's nothing new, either.

Missionary is a given, but he also enjoys lotus. If he's riled up, mating press and the like is also on the menu. If he wants to show off his high strength and his partner fits the bill, he'll stand up, hold them by their ass, and bounce them on that thang. 

→ G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I mean, he is pretty serious for the most part—he aims to please. But sometimes sex is weird! There's funny noises and cramps that happen sometimes. He's used to it, and he'll go with the flow. He just enjoys being intimate, no matter how awkward it can be. He may chuckle here and there, but he mainly feeds off of the energy of his lover. If they get embarrassed, he'll reassure them they shouldn't be ashamed of their own body and the weird noises it makes sometimes. 

And sometimes if a particularly contorting position spontaneously falls apart and they fall on top of each other, he'll make sure they're okay first and foremost, then have a laugh at the happenstance—it was worth a try!

→ H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

This is quite influenced by my own bias/preferences as I'm borderline turned off by body hair, so please proceed with caution knowing that lmao

I personally don't see him as a hairy guy like, hardly at all. He keeps his face shaved (and has fairly dark stubble when it starts growing back) but otherwise his body hair is very fine and sparse. Mainly arms, legs, some hairs on his chest, a semblance of a happy trail, and a light bush that doesn't really grow enough to warrant much maintenance. 

Color-wise, very close to his sandy locks, perhaps a shade or two darker.

→ I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh. My. Lord. He is a king and expert on intimacy; as I've stated numerous times before this man craves connection above all else. He is focused entirely on his partner and their pleasure, created and caused by himself. Sure he likes the little bit of ego boost from seeing his partner through to their climax just from his touch, but what matters most is they're safe and comfortable enough to be in such a headspace with him. 

→ J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

So, this really depends. Before Elturel fell, it wasn't too terribly often, maybe a couple of times a week. 

But I think after the exile, he'll be too stressed to take care of himself. Howeverrr… if he pines after and crushes on someone, he'll realize just how pent up he is. He'll still try to be a gentleman and not frantically get himself off to the thought of their naked body rubbing against his, but eventually he'll cave and have an immediate and immense sense of relief… and feel like a total pervert.

Being in an established relationship, he doesn't really feel the need unless he or his partner is away for a few days or more for whatever reason. He misses their companionship, so his hand will have to suffice until they can be together again.

→ K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

The most obvious is breeding kink. This man has always wanted a family but never let himself have one due to the expectations and stress of being a Hellrider. But if his partner begs him to breed them, regardless if they can physically bear child or not, he's going to snap.

And like I mentioned before, scent kink. 

→ L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Not into exhibitionism; he likes the intimacy of privacy. He doesn't have to worry about prying eyes or ears. So, anywhere that is secluded, ideally at home or a room at an inn, but if the situation calls for it, “secluded” is the keyword here 😉

→ M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Ummmmmm anything his partner does (jk…ish). But for real, body worship, y'all: make him feel wanted, loved, noticed, etc. His self-image can be in the pits sometimes, so love on him plenty, dote on him often; show him he is worthy, he is enough, and let him steer the reins if he wants to take it further. 

If you want to go from 0 to 100, the base of his tail is extremely sensitive. He could be holding back with a steel resolve, but consider that the feral button. A gentle touch will become a pointy grip. A relieving sigh rolls into a hungry snarl. Godspeed.

And honest to god, I think he would probably get turned on if he saw his crush or partner do something heroic or good (without expecting anything in return). Killing some threatening hyenas or goblins, breaking up a fight… shit, even helping an old lady pick up her spilled groceries. Whatever they're doing, he's in pure awe, and will jump on those bones at the opportunity.

→ N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

(CAUTION: degradation, pain, humilation, and mindbreak)

As a dom = degradation or pain kink is going to be very dicey. He's devastated just by seeing his partner hurt, but if it’s caused by him? Girl bye. Even times when he gets a little carried away and feral and draws some blood with his scratches or bites can wrack him with guilt, no matter how much his partner reassures him they enjoyed it both in the moment and afterwards. So anything beyond that would probably be a hard no from him, but he'll be willing to hear their reasoning behind it and see if a compromise can be reached.

As a sub = my first thought is humiliation kink like, bordering mindbreak. I think he can handle some embarrassment, but humiliation where it's teetering the edge of mindbreak would be a no-no zone. Obviously from the events of Act 2, he doesn't take well to any threats to his psyche, and I'd wager that would extend to kink as well. But he's got immense mental fortitude—so he can handle some heat, if you're picking up what I'm putting down. 

→ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I'm a parrot when it comes to this but it's true—he is a man. of. service. And I'm not just talking in terms of a paladin.

He aims to please—especially his partner, like hello!!! Of course he loves receiving, but he wants to give more than he receives. That's his motto, baby. He gets pleasure from pleasing his partner, he could cum just from getting them off (and he has!)

And skill? Oh have no fear, he has experience, but it'll only take one, maybe two times before he knows his lover's sensitive points that sends shivers down their spine. He loves their taste, their arousal, just from his touch. He'll be an expert in his partner's body language in no time, he knows how to read them. They won't need to suggest or tell him to do anything.

→ P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Oh oh oh he loves to go slow and sensual by far ! He wants to see every single thrust he makes unto his partner reveal on their face. 

And on the contrary, he loves it to be slow and sensual when he's on the receiving end, too. He wants to feel everything. 

Don't get me wrong, the also loves it rough both ways as well, but to feel the most connection with his lover/partner, slow and sensual is the way to go. Though sometimes he just wants to go hard and fast, feral as fuck, to breed and be bred. 

→ Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As stated before, he likes his lovemaking like one cooks a stew—low and slow. He prefers to take his time, but boy howdy it would be mighty difficult for him to decline a quickie. More than capable of achieving it, especially if he's been teased beforehand. That way, by the time the clothes come off, he's already hard, baby! 

The best quickies are when he and/or his partner have somewhere to be soon, but they neeeeed to get it out now; he looks so good; they can't stop thinking about it; etc. until they're basically blocking the front door. He may huff and puff but secretly, he likes the game 😉

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

Very open-minded, willing to try just about anything once. His partner's pleasure is his priority, so if they're super into something or want to experiment, he's all for it.

Not much of a risk taker nowadays, unless he knows it'll pay off (or if he thinks it's worth it). Many, many moons ago he would've been riskier, and every so often that side of him will come back out should the stars align. 

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

It depends. He's still got lots of endurance in him, but the whole ‘aging’ thing is creeping up on him. He can go a few rounds, but his refractory period is a bit longer now than it was 20+ years ago. 

But, get him riled up enough, and through sheer force of lust he might even be ready again before his partner is. 

He likes to cum at least once before stickin’ it in—giving or receiving—because he will last longer that way. Not that he would cum instantly, but it has happened before (cough the first time he and his partner had sex together cough)

→ T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He may have a toy or two for penetrating himself, but largely he just gets himself off with his hand, especially after being exiled from Elturel. I don't think his toys were a priority to take with him. But hey, you never know. 

If his partner has a toy, he's willing to try it out if suggested to him, especially if the relationship is matured and could use some ‘newness’. He's very open-minded, especially if it's something his partner is already into.

→ U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He isn't naturally a tease unless he gets riled up. Then at that point, it's payback, i.e. if his partner rubs their ass up against his groin in public, then best believe he'll be taking notes and um…. ‘review’ them later in the bedroom. 

It wouldn't be impossible for him to tease, though, he likes the cat-and-mouse game and likes to switch it up sometimes. His payback for teasing him earlier would probably be when his partner is tending to household chores. Especially something like cooking, where they can't just walk away from a roux they've spent the past 15 minutes continuously stirring.

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

Not very loud, but he does make more noise the more turned on and (at times) feral he is. If his lover is very vocal and loud, they won't hear him very well. 

Makes a lot of grunts, growls, anything guttural and throaty, really. Including—if the other party can get him to speak it—Infernal. He'll mutter some Infernal curses every so often, but to actually speak it? He has to be in a specific headspace.

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

Following up from above, I like to headcanon the more Infernal he speaks, the more wild and unhinged he gets, and vice-versa. His “lizard brain” (fiendish brain?) tendencies come out and override his otherwise natural behaviors: goes hard and fast, chasing his own high, clawing, biting, tail thrashing around if it isn't already tightly coiled around a leg (or other body part 👀), etc. 

As a bonus I also have been thinking more of the headcanon that tieflings have succubus/incubus spittle (only when very aroused) and uh… yeah. Talk about a whole new layer of arousal and connection for our Hellrider. Hoo lordy /fans self

→ X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's in fantastic shape. Being a military commander is one thing, but in a cavalry? Where one has to wield a weapon, shield, and/or flag while on horseback? Lord have mercy. He won't be ripped to shreds or jacked as hell, but his muscles are firm and well-toned. 

In addition, lots of scars. Even if much of the city guard stayed within city limits where crime was low and they didn't have to do much of anything, Zevlor always preferred to be out in Elturgard and fighting threats head-on. Because of this, he's got his fair share of past battles decorating his skin. 

→ Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

So there's a whole lot of layers to that onion of a headcanon I don't want to get into here, but once he knows he has a partner or lover he can go to for sex, best believe he'll be taking them up on that. Pre- or post-exile, he'll have plenty of stress to let out. Sparring and training can only alleviate so much. 

But once he's in an established relationship, it's much more of a sharing-of-pleasure-and-uniting-as-one kind of thing. It means a lot to him to copulate with his partner. He strives for connection in all ways, and sex is certainly no exception.

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

I am so sorry you have to hear it from me but at his age? He's falling asleep immediately. Once he's had his fill (hehe), it's lights out quicker than you can say “That was amazing.” But! The more he's turned on, he'll go for more rounds obviously. Though once he's at his limit? Good night, see you in the morning. 

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If you made it this far congrats! Also I encourage you to fill out this alphabet too, for Zevlor or whoever!

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Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider...Han?

Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider...Han? - Minsung Spiderman/College AU

ଳ Jisung likes to think he's very good at keeping his identity a secret but Minho can recognize that waist anywhere.

ଳ chapter 4 - Someone Call An Exorcist

ଳ cw - depictions of v!olence, swearing, gays being gays, Jisung is kind of a stalker, light angst because I'm a wuss, hurt/comfort, no smut... unless, a little corny, minsung, changlix, hyunbin

ଳ Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

When Minho opened his eyes he was greeted with the sound of Hyunjin whisper yelling something incoherent in the kitchen and the smell of something burning. He figured his two roommates were trying to make him something akin to breakfast in bed due to yesterday's events but as to be expected, it didn’t seem to be going very well. 

Minho has always gotten on his friends asses for their proper use of the terms ‘baking’ and ‘cooking’ because if Felix texts him he’s baking something Minho will impatiently wait all day for whatever masterpiece Felix will pull out of the oven. But if Felix says he’s cooking something he’ll have the fire department on speed dial and amazon open and ready to buy whatever kitchen supplies he destroys in the process. It’s almost comical the way Felix is so extraordinary at baking but the second you take away the oven and flour all his common sense seems to disappear along with the ingredients. 

Minho can poke fun at Felix’s lack of cooking skills all he wants but he knows that he’s gonna eat whatever burnt monstrosity comes through his door. Felix will ask how it is and Minho will lie through his teeth and tell him it’s the best thing he’s ever had. Not because he’s scared he’ll hurt Felix’s feelings but because Felix took the time to make it. Because Felix cares enough about him to try and cheer him up after he had a hard day. Minho will eat it all and love it because it’s Felix.

As if on cue Minho hears knocking at his door. 

“Come in,” Minho says raspily sitting up in his bed.

Hyunjin enters first with a look on his face that tells Minho all he needs to know about how their little cooking adventure went. Felix follows in after with the breakfast tray in hand and a smile as bright as the sun on his face.

“We know you had a rough day yesterday, so we thought we’d make you some breakfast in bed!” Felix beams walking over to Minho’s bed.

Minho looks down at the tray and see’s what seems to be a sunny side up egg that turned into more of a scrambled one, hash browns that are more black then brown, and french toast that's so soggy he’s pretty sure they forgot to cook it after they soaked it.

“Thank you,” Minho whispers looking up at Felix with watery eyes.

Felix’s smile somehow grows even brighter and Minho has to fight the urge not to squint. Felix sets the tray in Minho’s lap and pats his head.

“We’re gonna head to school in a little, think you’re feeling up to it?” Hyunjin questions as he walks over to the other side of Minho’s bed.

School had not crossed Minho’s mind since he left it yesterday and the thought of sitting through a lecture actually sounded the worst thing that could ever happen to him. Well maybe not worse than that mechanical squidward coming back to finish the job, but it was a close second. 

“Ah, I don’t think so-” Minho starts but is interrupted by Felix letting out a loud and dramatic gasp.

“OH MY GOD WHAT'S THAT!?” Felix squeals as he runs up to Minho’s window.

Hyunjin and Minho watch in curiosity as Felix climbs up on the desk that sits directly in front of Minho’s window. Felix slides it open and hangs his body slightly outside the window to grab something. Hyunjin gasps and runs to hold Felix’s waist to make sure he doesn’t lose his balance and fall out. 

Due to the two bodies covering up most of the window Minho is unable to see what Felix was trying to reach. He feels a small pit in his stomach start to form as he thinks about what it could possibly be. Had that deranged man come in the middle of the night and left something on his window as some sort of warning? 

What was probably only ten seconds felt like hours as Felix struggled to reach whatever he saw. Minho could vaguely hear the sound of Hyunjin nagging Felix to be more careful but everything sounded so distorted as his mind raced coming up with worst case scenarios. 

After a few more grueling seconds Felix made a sound of victory and made his way back inside. Felix didn’t bother getting off the desk as he examined whatever he had found. He had his back turned towards Minho who was still in bed so he was unable to see.

Hyunjin peaked his head over Felix’s shoulder to get a look at what Felix was holding. The two boys were silent for a moment until they slowly turned their heads to look at each other.

Minho held his breath awaiting the worst when he heard probably the most ear piercing screech come out of both the boys. Minho winced as the two boys started making incoherent noises in a pitch only dogs could hear. Felix playfully smacked Hyunjins arm as they continued with their high pitch squeals. Minho, still having not seen what was on the window, started to grow impatient.

“Are you guys gonna show me what you found or are you just trying to piss off every dog on the block?” Minho questioned as he looked between the two boys.

Minho knew he’d regret asking right after he said it.

They both turned their heads toward Minho and adorned evil smirks. Minho raised his eyebrows and shifted slightly at their unsettling gaze.

“Actually scratch that, I no longer want to know,” Minho said as he side eyed the two before looking down at his breakfast. 

 “Oh so should we just throw away this note from Spider-Man?” Hyunjin asked innocently.

Minho, who had just picked up his fork, stopped completely in his tracks. He turned his head to look at Hyunjin so fast he’s pretty sure he heard it crack.

“Don’t fuck with me,” Minho warned as he eyed Hyunjin trying to figure out if he was lying or not. 

“We’re not lying but hey if you don’t want it we can always just toss it back out the window,” Felix replied nonchalantly as he held the sticky note outside the window. 

Scientists and priests around the world still are unsure how Sonic himself managed to possess Minho in that moment as he launched off the bed at record speed and damn near dove out of the window to grab the note. 

Hyunjin threw his head back and laughed hysterically while Felix yelped in surprise as Minho basically teleported from his bed to on top of the desk in a flash. Minho yanked the sticky note from Felix and gently cradled it in his hands as if it were his first born.

All that was on the note was a drawing of Spider-Man’s head with a little heart next to it. They say a picture is worth a thousand words and for the first time Minho finally truly understands what they mean. On the outside Minho probably looked almost bored by the contents of the note but on the inside he was kicking his feet, twirling his hair, and squealing like a damn schoolgirl. 

Unfortunately for him, Hyunjin and Felix knew him well enough to look at his ears to see his true reaction. What they found were his ears turning an almost comical shade of red. 

Hyunjin and Felix squealed again at their friends’ reaction and started teasing the older. 

“Oh my god Min you’re so whipped it’s adorable!” Hyunjin teases.

“Awee you’re getting all red you must really like him Min that’s so cute!” Felix coo’s.

Minho doesn’t have it in him to bite back at his friends like he usually would. All he can think about is how Spider-Man checked up on him last night to ensure he was safe. Minho wondered if it was a little pathetic to be this affected by a sticky note with just two little doodles on it but he couldn’t stop the butterflies from swirling inside him like a tornado. 

“Hold on, we should frame this!” Felix says hopping off the desk and running out of the room. 

Hyunjin and Minho chuckle when they hear Felix rummaging through boxes trying to find a suitable frame for something so small. While Felix is distracted Hyunjin takes this opportunity to talk to Minho.

“So how are you feeling, like actually feeling?” Hyunjin questions resting a comforting hand on Minho’s shoulder.

“I don’t know honestly. It feels like some weird dream I had but the fear of that evil Hrank wannabe coming back to finish what he started is what’s really getting to me.” Minho answers honestly.

“Hmm yeah I could see-, wait who the fuck is Hank?” Hyunjin asks.

“You know, the octopus from Finding Dory,” Minho answers matter of factly.

“Okay, respect, anyways, I think you should probably take today to just rest. Sure you didn’t receive any physical injuries but the mental effect this can have on someone is no joke. Also don’t feel like you have to fight this alone, you know Felix and I are always here for you. Whether that’s to listen to you talk, sleep in our rooms, or even make you barely edible breakfast. There’s still police patrolling the block and I’m sure Spider-Man is somewhere nearby. And of course if you want me to stay with you today I would be more than happy too. Please just take care of yourself and let us know how you’re feeling. We want to be there for you.”.

“Thank you Jinnie, seriously. But you’re not getting out of class that easily, I’ll be okay here by myself,” Minho says with a small smile as he squeezes Hyunjin’s knee. 

“Worth a shot,” Hyunjin sighs and squeezes Minho’s shoulder comfortingly. 

Hyunjin knows Minho took what he said to heart without him having to say it. Minho wasn’t a man of many words but they’re close enough to understand each other without needing to speak. 

Felix bursts back into the room with a small picture frame in hand and slightly out of breath.

“It took me a while to find one that was close enough to its size but I figured we could just put a piece of paper behind it or something to fill the empty space!” Felix explains excitedly while he approaches his two friends. 

Minho and Hyunjin watch with fond smiles as Felix places the sticky note and a similarly colored piece of paper gently into the frame. With the way Felix is handling the note you would think it’s worth millions of dollars and to Minho it is. Not only is it the first tangible thing he’s ever received from Spider-Man it’s also a confirmation that he’s staying true to his promise. Spider-Man is keeping him safe. 

After Felix is happy with the placement he secures the frame and holds it up to show his friends like he’s a young boy who’s showing his parents his first ever art project. 

“Thank you Lix, where should we put it?” Minho asks, indulging the younger.

Felix hums to himself deep in thought as he scans over Minho’s room. Hyunjin and Minho chuckle to themselves at how serious Felix is taking this. 

Felix’s eyes light up as he sees Minho’s bedside table. Felix skips over to the table and places the frame down and positions it to face in the direction of Minho’s bed.

“There! Now it will be the last thing you see before you fall asleep and the first thing you see when you wake up!” Felix exclaimed very clearly proud of himself.

Hyunjin laughs while Minho’s ears start to turn red again.

“Don’t worry Min, I’m sure soon you’ll have the real thing to wake up to every morning,” Hyunjin teases while he hops off the desk.

Felix laughs this time while Minho swats at the back of Hyunjins head. Hyunjin ducks out of the way and sticks his tongue out at Minho.

Minho grabs some of the tissues that were on his desk and starts running toward Hyunjin. Hyunjin lets out a high pitched scream as he turns around and bolts out of the room. Minho stays hot on his heels as Felix is curled up on the floor laughing hysterically at the two. After a few minutes of chasing each other around the apartment Minho grabs hold of Hyunjin and wrestles him onto the floor in the hallway.

“FELIX SAVE ME!” Hyunjin yells thrashing around trying to get out of Minho’s grip. 

Felix walks out of Minho’s room hunched over and clutching his stomach still laughing. 

Hyunjin is laid out on his back while Minho straddles his abdomen. Minho uses his thighs to keep Hyunjins arms strapped to his sides and unable to properly fight back. 

“WAIT MINHO STOP THIS ISN’T YOU!” Felix yells in between laughs.

Minho raises the hand he’s holding the tissues with and gets ready to shove them in Hyunjins mouth. Before Minho can seek his revenge he’s interrupted by someone faking a cough from across the hall.

All three boys turn their heads and see Chan, Changbin, and Jeongin standing across the hall looking between the boys with amused smiles. 

Chan and Changbin are leaning on opposing walls with their arms crossed while Jeongin stands between them. 

“Hope we’re not interrupting,” Changbin says, smirking at the three boys.

While Minho is distracted Hyunjin uses his chance to throw the older off of him. Minho lands on his side with a huff as Hyunjin scrambles to his feet. Felix is holding back a laugh as a blush creeps across Hyunjin’s face at Changbin’s suggestive tone. Minho rolls over to face the other three boys and props the side of his head on his hand.

“So harassing Hyunjin at school wasn’t enough you've resorted to breaking and entering Binnie?” Minho innocently asks Changbin.

It’s now Changbin’s turn to blush and he turns his head towards the floor.

“No, we just wanted to check up on you and we ran into Jeongin outside and he said he had a key so he let us in,” Changbin pouts quietly. 

Felix can no longer contain his laugh due to Changbin’s expression and the rest of the boys join in. 

Once the laughter starts to die down, Chan pushes himself off the wall and walks to where Minho is still on his side. He squats down and scans his eyes over Minho’s body.

“Like what you see?” Minho teases. 

Chan just chuckles at him and pats his head.

“How are you feeling?” Chan questions softly.

“Good, for the most part,” Minho replies with a sigh.

“Well if you ever need or want to talk about anything you know I’m always here,” Chan assures him with a soft smile.

“Thanks old man,” Minho teases with an equally soft smile.

“You wanna go through another traumatic event?” Chan warns with the most menacing glare he can muster up. It doesn’t scare Minho though, he can see the smile Chan’s trying to fight back. 

Minho and the others laugh at Chan’s “threat” as Changbin joins the two on the ground. 

“So what was it like being saved by Spider-Man?” Changbin asks.

Minho doesn’t see the way Chan sends an actual warning glare to Changbin as he’s too busy trying to fight the redness threatening to overtake his ears again. Jeongin perks up at the mention of Spider-Man and joins the boys huddled up around Minho.

“What was it like web swinging!?” Jeongin questions excitedly. 

“Were Spider-Man’s arms comfortable?” Changbin teases as he notices Minho getting redder by the second. 

“Awe look! Min’s almost as red as Spider-Man’s suit,” Jeongin teases as he ruffles Minho’s hair. 

Minho sends Jeongin a look so deadly the poor boy's soul nearly left his body. He leapt up from his spot by Minho with a tiny yelp and ran to cower behind Hyunjin. Hyunjin wraps his arms around Jeongin and pushes his head into his chest while he sways the boy back and forth. 

“Leave my baby alone,” Hyunjin pleads dramatically. 

“Tell your baby to shut his mouth before he finds out what happens to you when you say something stupid,” Minho threatened unseriously. 

Hyunjin and Jeongin both dramatically shivered at Minho’s empty threat. Minho was about to get up and chase the two until Changbin put the back of his hand on Minho’s cheek and smirked evilly at him.

“I don’t know Min, the kids got a point. Why are you turning so red? Don’t tell me you got a thing for the little bug boy?” Changbin asked tauntingly. 

Chan lightly smacked the back of Changbins head and tsked at him. 

“Okay that’s enough if we don’t get a move on we’re all gonna be late let’s go,” Chan ordered the group.

Chan and Changbin stood up while Hyunjin very reluctantly let Jeongin, who was at this point gasping for air from the older’s tight hold, go. Chan was about to walk back down the hall when he noticed Minho still sitting on the floor.

“You coming?” Chan asked as he reached his hand out for Minho to use.

Minho gratefully used Chan as leverage to stand as he moaned and groaned the whole way up.

“Pft, yeah and I’m the old man,” Chan muttered under his breath.

“This conversation is so not over,” Changbin whispered from behind Minho who jumped at the younger's sudden presence. 

Hyunjin giggled at his friends banter as he grabbed Minho’s shoulder and turned them both to walk towards Minho’s room. 

“Come on old man, let's get you back to bed,” Hyunjin joked.

The other four boys turned to look at the two as they made their way further down the hall. Sensing their stares Hyunjin looked back and spoke again.

“Minho’s not going to school today, he’s gonna take it easy. Don’t ask if he wants someone to stay with him, I already tried that.” 

Minho turned around but before he could expose Hyunjin for just wanting to skip class he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. A little startled, he looked down and found Jeongin wrapped tightly around his torso. It took a second to click but once it did Minho reciprocated the hug and smiled. 

“Stay safe Min,” Jeongin murmured into Minho’s chest.

“You know, since I won’t be at practice today, someone's going to need to fill in for me,” Minho says, slightly pulling away from the younger to look in his eyes.

Jeongin looks at Minho with widened eyes and tilts his head questioningly. 

“Someone’s gonna need to hold those losers accountable and well Jinnie and Felix are kind of soft captains so how’d you like to be one of the captains today? Hold down the fort until I get back?” Minho proposed. 

“I, uh, me? You want me to be a captain while you’re gone?” Jeongin asks in disbelief.

“I don’t think there's anyone better,” Minho stated truthfully. 

Despite Jeongin being one of the newer members of the dance team no one could deny the boy’s raw talent. He had a way of grasping everyone in the room's attention on and off stage. Not to mention he was far more mature than half the team. Minho saw himself in Jeongin and knew the boy was going to go on to do great things. He meant every word he said when he told Jeongin that there was no one better to fill his role even for just a day. Jeongin was always the first one to offer help to anyone who needed it just like Minho. He spends hours in the studio perfecting routines alongside Minho. He could be strict or gentle when needed just like Minho. Damn, maybe Jeongin was Minho’s kid. 

“Yes, yes, yes of course, I’d love to! I promise I won’t let you down!” Jeongin exclaimed excitedly, letting Minho go to give a salute.

“I know you won’t,” Minho replied, giving a small salute in return. 

Jeongin turned around and skipped down the hall excitedly towards the others. The other three boys laughed at how Jeongin was practically bouncing off the walls with joy. 

“See ya Min, call us if you need anything!” Chan says as the four boys continue their way to the door. 

“Even if it’s just to fluff your pillow or something, we’re always here for you!” Felix adds.

“Later bug lover try not to get kidnapped!” Changbin ribbed while Chan smacked the back of his head again. 

Changbin let out a dramatic groan and held the back of his head and whined. Before he could complain Felix interrupted. 

“Oh by the way, where's Sungie?” Felix questioned Chan.

“Ah he stayed up super late last night to finish something and was super exhausted today. He’s been working hard recently so we didn’t push him to go today,” Chan half lied. 

“He isn’t overworking himself right? Actually why am I asking you, you think pushing yourself to the brink of death is normal when it comes to projects,” Felix sighs.

‘Hey I’m not that bad!” Chan defends.

The three boys stare at him with unamused faces and Chan sighs. 

“He’s fine really, it’s just been a lot of late nights. We agreed it would be best if he caught up on some sleep,” Chan half lied again.

“What kind of projects is he working on so late in the night?” Jeongin questions.

“Oh well apparently he’s a stripper,” Changbin says trying to hide the smirk on his face.

“WHAT!?” Felix all but screams as they round the corner and get farther away from Minho and Hyunjin.

The two boys laugh as they head into Minho’s room.

“Alright old man hop back in bed, it's time to rest,” Hyunjin says, lifting the forgotten breakfast off of Minho’s bed so he can lay down comfortably in it. 

Minho rolls his eyes but still gets in his bed and waits for Hyunjin to pull the covers over him to tuck him in. Hyunjin sets down the breakfast on Minho’s side table before he tucks Minho in. After Minho is secured Hyunjin cups Minho’s cheeks and kisses his forehead. 

“Remember if you ever need anything we’re just a call away,” Hyunjin says while he smooths out Minho’s hair. 

Minho just nods his head and enjoys the comforting touch.

“We’ll see you when we get back. Your delicious breakfast is cold now and I know that’s absolutely heartbreaking because it probably would’ve been the best thing you have ever tasted but make sure you eat something today.”.

Minho nods his head again and sinks further into his bed. Hyunjin pats Minho’s head one last time before leaving his room and shutting the door softly. 

Minho lays in bed for about half an hour after his friends leave before he hears his cats start meowing. He realizes he hasn’t fed them yet this morning and begrudgingly untucks himself from his bed and heads towards the living room. 

By the time he starts dishing out their portions the cats have decided to act like they hadn’t been fed in weeks. They start meowing so loud Minho’s afraid they might get a noise complaint but right before he’s about to shush them they suddenly stop. Minho looks at them confused by the sudden halt in their little choir performance and see’s that they’re all staring intensely down the hall. 

Minho’s heart skips a beat as joins them to see what they’re looking so intently at. He doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary and he’s ready to just chalk it up to them being weird before he hears the sound of knocking coming from somewhere down the hall. 

Minho has watched many scary movies in his lifetime and so he immediately thinks he’s about to get possessed by some demon that’s been dormant in their apartment for billions of years until the symphony of cats woke it up. He starts accepting death for the second time this week until he hears the knocking again but this time it sounds… unusual. 

He hears it again and again and realizes that whoever is knocking is doing it to the beat of a song. Now Minho is no ghost buster but he’s pretty sure a demon wouldn’t use a song with such an upbeat tempo if they were trying to scare him. 

Minho starts scooting closer and closer to where he thinks the noise is coming from and stops when he gets just outside his room. The knocking still hasn't stopped and he swears he recognizes it. 

He slowly opens his door and peeks his head in. He looks toward his closet and sees a shadow casted on the doors, whoever was knocking was outside his window. 

Minho freezes as his mind starts to replay the events of the day before but he is quickly snapped out of it when he realizes that if the villain was trying to come back for him he probably wouldn’t be knocking. 

Minho focuses on the beat as he opens the door wider, preparing to look at whoever or whatever was on the other side of his window. He goes through every song he knows as his shaky hands push the door open farther. It isn’t until the song is almost over that Minho connects the dots.

Whatever is knocking on his window is doing it to the beat of a fucking Madonna song. Not just any Madonna song, but Material Girl. His soul damn near ascended because someone was vibing to Material Girl.

 All the fear he previously had was thrown out the window at this new discovery as he enters his room without a care. He looks towards his window but all he sees is a hand sticking up from the bottom of the glass still going to the beat of the song. 

Minho walks closer to get a better look and realizes that the knocker is wearing a red glove with… lines all over it? As Minho continues on his journey the hand stops and waves to him. He stares at the hand bewildered and in true horror movie fashion he calls out to it. 

“Who are you?”.

The hand doesn’t respond verbally but makes the rock and roll symbol. Minho, still confused as ever, stops his advancements and stares. The hand starts flicking its wrist while still assuming the shape of the symbol. It takes him a little longer to process then he’d like to admit but he gets the hint eventually. 

The hand isn’t doing the infamous rock and roll gesture, it’s imitating web slinging. 

Minho sprints into action as he climbs up on his desk and slides open the window. He goes to peer out over the edge when Spider-Man suddenly pops up and startles him. Minho jumps back with a yelp as he loses his balance and starts to lean back, starting to fall off the desk. He braces for impact but opens his eyes after a few seconds when it never happens. He looks up and sees Spider-Man crouched in his window with one of his webs attached to his shirt keeping him from falling. 

Spider-Man hops on the desk as he slowly pulls Minho back into a kneeling position. They’re now only a few inches apart and eye level when Spider-Man speaks up.

“Sorry sweetheart didn’t mean to scare you. Guess you could say you fell for me though huh?”. 

Minho wants to call him out for the stupid overused cliche but he’s unable to do or say anything as his brain processes Spider-Man calling him sweetheart so casually. 

Spider-Man tilts his head to the side and Minho realizes he’s just been gawking at the guy in silence for about 30 seconds so he does his best to snap out of it. 

“I wouldn’t have fallen if you hadn't, I don't know, came in through the door like a normal person?”

“But where’s the fun in that? Isn’t it far more romantic to scale the side of your building to come check up on you? I mean anyone could knock on your door, I’ve gotta stand out.”.

Minho’s brain starts to go haywire again as words die on his tongue. Romantic? He has to stand out? Spider-Man has been in his apartment for less than 5 minutes and Minho is already about to explode. 

“So how are you hm? How’s my favorite civilian?” Spider-Man asks as he leans in slightly. 

“I’m uh, I’m good. Kind of hard to sleep last night but it wasn’t too bad,” Minho replies, looking down and fiddling with his fingers.

“Aw you poor thing, wish I could’ve been there to help you sleep better,” the hero tsks as he releases the web that was keeping them connected. 

Minho could move back now, create some space between them so he could think properly. But Spider-Man wasn’t making any moves to leave Minho’s personal bubble and Minho’s pretty sure he’d die if he did. Maybe that was a little dramatic, but being so close to the hero is bringing back a sense of peace and calm he’s missed so much. 

“But you were. I mean, you were here last night, right?” Minho questions as he looks up at the hero through his lashes.

“Ah, so you got my note.”.

Minho nodded his head and quickly glanced at his bedside table remembering that it was not only framed but also displayed. Embarrassment slowly crept up on Minho and he hoped Spider-Man wouldn’t notice his ears turn red for the millionth time that morning. 

Unfortunately for Minho, Spider-Man had been studying Minho’s face like he had an exam on it since he got in his apartment. He immediately noticed the way Minho’s eyes shifted to something in the room and turned his head to follow the olders gaze. 

Minho’s sure that if the hero didn’t have his mask on he would be able to see a massive shit eating grin on his face. Before Spider-Man could confirm that the picture proudly presented on Minho’s bedside table was indeed his note, Minho jumped off the desk and made a run for the frame. 

Minho made it only a few steps before Spider-Man also jumped off the desk and slung a web to grab Minho’s waist. The hero pulled at the web and spun Minho right into his embrace. 

Minho stumbled slightly at the sudden movement but Spider-Man steaded him by grabbing onto his waist while Minho threw his arms over the hero’s shoulders. The two stood in silence in the middle of Minho’s room chest to chest. The close proximity was intoxicating for the both of them. 

“Hm seems like you were made to fall into my arms,” Spider-Man quietly muses. 

“You’re crazy, you know that?” Minho giggles not trying to fight the obvious blush spreading across his face.

“Crazy about you sweetheart” Spider-Man mumbled, bringing them impossibly closer. 

“You’re insatiable,” Minho whispered, afraid that speaking too loud would break the moment. 

“Oh you don’t even know that half of it,” the hero responds.

Before Minho could question him their little bubble was burst by another symphony of meows, this time much more pained and loud then the last. 

Minho sighs and lays his head on Spider-Man’s chest. He can feel the hero laugh softly and he can’t bite back the smile that forms on his face. Minho lifts his head and stares at Spider-Man.

“Wanna help your favorite civilian feed his cats?” Minho questions sliding his hands down to lay on the hero’s chest.

“God I thought you’d never ask,” Spider-Man replies, squeezing Minho’s waist.

A/N

In honor of it being Minho's and I birthday today, here is a long awaited update! I'm so unbelievably sorry for taking such a long and random break but trust I have no plans to disappear like that again! Did you guys miss me? It's okay to say you missed me I missed y'all too. I hope you guys enjoyed this one and let me know what you think! Thank you all again and I'll see you soon! ⋅˚₊‧ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅

[charliedawn]

Hi Charlie Welcome back!! I don't know if your requests are open or not and if they're not please feel free to ignore this. I've been going through a lot at school and home and feel really burnt out, how would the slashers deal with a burnt out gifted that used to be really smart without trying and now they really struggle and pull all nighters and sometimes even fall asleep at their kitchen table. Even if you don't feel up for it thank you so much

Bo Sinclair :

"…Whatcha doin’ still up, darls’ ?"

Bo saw you on the couch with a book in your hand and immediately noticed the dark bags under your eyes. Now, he could work late in the garage, so he usually came back very late. So, of course he would be worried to see you still up to read a book—out of everything you could have done in the middle of the night. Like sleeping. He sighed before sitting down next to you and clicked his tongue.

"Should I really carry ya by the scruff all the way to yer bedroom after spendin’ all day workin’ ?"

You didn’t answer and Bo sighed again before lowering your book to make you look him in the eyes.

"Come on. Won’t ya look at me at least ?"

You sighed before reluctantly lowering your book. You stared him in the eyes—starting a staring contest—until you eventually folded. You closed the book and he smiled. He knew he had won.

"Good girl/boy. Now, to bed ya go."

Norman Bates :

Norman values hard work. He always told you to learn as much as you can and expend your curiosity far and beyond.

"Learning is the door to opportunities, Y/N. And even though I admire your determination, you mustn't exhaust yourself."

He sat down next to you and looked over your shoulder to see what you were working on. He then went to his personal library to retrieve books on the subject and started reading them so he may help you master the subject faster and save you some much needed sleep time.

Norman *sits down next to you and reads to you*

You *slowly drift off to sleep*

Him *smiles before wordlessly carrying you to bed*

Brahms Heelshire :

Brahms would force you to bed. Literally. One, because you needed it. And second, because HE needed it. He wanted to cuddle with you and reassure you. But, as he was also a gifted child as a kid, he’d understand the high expectations you set for yourself and would help you the best he can. But, he would NEVER put any expectations on you. Whatever happens, he’d be proud of you. Always.

Brahms *opens his arms wordlessly*

You *collapse into his arms*

Him : "My p…perfect."

He wanted to tell you that you were perfect. That you were human. That you didn’t need to impress him for him to be proud of you, because he already was. So very proud.

He settled for kissing your forehead and hold you closer instead.

Jack Torrance :

"…School is for fucked up brainiacs. Don’t be one, kid. They end up burnt out at age 25 and live on to be completely unsatisfied with their life. My advice ? Sacrifice whatever you can and have as much fun as possible."

Jack knows what he is talking about. He was a popular kid, but he also worked hard to always be on top of everyone else. At the end, he felt secluded and sad and lonely and depressed. He then found salvation in alcohol and work. Working until he can’t feel himself or his dark thought. Working until he forgets everything else. Working until he doesn’t care. He wouldn’t let you make the same mistakes he did. Not a chance.

Jack *grabs your textbook and throws it out the window before forcing you to take a break*

You : "But—!"

Jack : "No buts. Can wait."

You : "But—!"

Jack : "I said no buts !"

You then spent the rest of the day relaxing and watching TV with snacks.

Jason Voorhees :

Jason wouldn’t understand. He never really went to school. He tried to understand, he really did. But, the man is worse than a caveman. He only understands basic needs and only cared about your lack of sleep. He had asked you multiple times to go to sleep. He had spent time explaining how sleep was important and that being perfect wasn’t what he wanted from you. He was even reluctant to make you go to school in the first place. Jason has severe separation anxiety. But, seeing you fear and even cry because of school was just too much.

Jason *sees light underneath your door and barges in*

Jason hates it when the people he cares about aren’t feeling well. He’d burn the textbooks if necessary. You’re not getting any lack of sleep under his watch.

Jason *hugs you until you finally give up and sleep*

The next day, he didn’t wake you up and didn’t let you go when you tried to explain that you had to go. He decided that missing one day wouldn’t hurt you…

Freddy Krueger :

Freddy : "…What’s the problem ?"

You : "…Maths."

Freddy : "Ah."

He doesn’t like school. Never liked it. He finds the system stupid and first chance he got, he was outta the door. The school system never liked him, and he never liked it. He never got past high school, even though he had the capacities. He just wanted out and became a gardener for his old kindergarten. But, he’d understand the need of it for you to become someone great—unlike him.

Freddy *sighs before sitting down next to you and taking a look at your work*

He’d help you the best he can. He’d sit down next to you and go through all of your exercises one by one—explaining what he can. Freddy didn’t like the system when he was a kid, doesn’t mean he was bad at it.

Michael Myers :

Michael had spent all evening cooking and thought a little meal between the both of you would do you some good. But, he then found you passed out at the kitchen table and he hesitated before bringing you to bed. He then stayed with you—making sure you got the rest you needed. He’d gladly write a well worded letter to your teacher saying you needed a few weeks’ break the next day. But, for now…he’d let you rest.

Michael *brings you to your favourite restaurant and orders everything you want*

Be a nice healthy kid. That’s all he cares about.

Meaning: School can wait. It’s father-child bonding time.

Penny and Pennywise :

Penny : "My child is unhappy with your teaching. They do not sleep. They do not eat. They do not even want to spend time with me anymore ! How do you intend to fix them ?!"

Teacher *looks at Pennywise*

Pennywise *smiles placidly* : "I believe my brother asked you a question. Better answer quickly. Or, we just might get HUNGRY."

Teacher: "You mean angry, right ?"

Both brothers *smile ominously*

Teacher : "…"

…You had less work to do after that.

For the rest of the year.

They may not understand a thing about the human school system, but they know fear. And they’d be sure you never have to feel fear ever again.