#and you can't even tell him otherwise bc there's people watching

[chaos-has-theories]

PART 2 of those writer asks!! These are the Sep Heap themed ones :) @septimus-heap

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

I headcanon Snorri as a trans girl, but tbh I've never considered how this might impact her and Nicko's relationship. Thinking about it now, though - I am considering a "Snorri didn't tell him until after she left the castle", because she enjoyed being fully seen as a girl and thought it'd turn into the "indulgence at best" she's used to from home... but admittedly I think it would have come up at some point during their stay in the past. Which might be a scene I need to write, ngl.

Either way, I think she went home not only to make up with her mom and process her trauma on her own, but also because she needed to figure out how to be a girl that is not also Nicko Heap's girfriend. Also, how to be a girl within her culture, which technically says she can EITHER be a girl OR her father's heir; with a mother who'd prefer it if she was neither.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Uh-oh.

Well... Marcia.... actually isn't actually that good a guardian for Septimus? I expect everyone actually knows this and we just don't talk about it that much because fixing it is way more fun, but. Yeagh. She gets a pass throughout Flyte for Shade reasons, but - the Catchpole thing. Not letting him see his family more often. Caterpillar boy. The endless arguing with Marcellus, making Sep be the monkey in the middle. I could probably go on but I don't wanna :(

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

“The little runt tried to run,” he called back. “But I’ve got him.” Those last words seemed to lose some of their roughness, softening ever so slightly around the edges. 412 was frozen, caught in those arms - and by those eyes. He could have sworn they’d been gray, when the Captain had first barged into the interrogation room. Now they sparkled like emeralds, pinning him down as effectively as rope might have. He didn’t even think to struggle until the shade of a doorway fell over him, abruptly reminding him of why he’d run in the first place.

[forever-rogue]

I saw ur taking miguel requests!!! 🫢how about grumpy x sunshine trope with miguel trying to ignore his feeling for r (who doesn’t hide hers) until one day he just snaps bc she’s so perfect that if he doesn’t kiss her he’ll explode

AN | My first attempt at Miguel, but I hope you enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Miguel x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.5k

Masterlist | Main, Spider-Man

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"You know, Miguelito," you popped up behind him and caused him to start slightly. He cringed at the fact that one, he hadn't heard you coming, and two, that you were there, "you'd be pretty cute if you weren't so grumpy all the time."

He made a small sound of frustration as you made one of satisfaction. There was almost nothing you loved as much as getting under his skin with your eternal cheeriness. 

"You'd be a lot more tolerable if you weren't so obnoxious all the time," he huffed as he walked past you, leaving you staring after his tall, brooding figure. His lack of response and disinterest weren't enough to detour you. You followed after him, a small skip in your step as you picked a few sunflowers from one of the market stalls, leaving behind a large bill for the owner. 

It took a few beats to catch up to the man but you soon fell into stride next to him. He turned his head towards you, raising an eyebrow in question but otherwise remained silent. You took the bright, fresh flowers and pointedly pressed them into his hand. They had felt so large in your grasp but were practically tiny in his hold.

"Why?" He grunted as you smiled brightly at him. His stomach churned with what he was positive was sheer annoyance. 

"Why not?" You moved so you were in front of him and started walking backwards. You could feel a few annoyed passersby step out of your way, grumbling but you weren't bothered. It was a beautiful, summer day and you were enjoying it with Miguel. He might have been your neighbor and reluctant friend, but you held a great amount of feelings for him, "everyone deserves something a little special now and then."

"Not-"

"Even you, Miguel O'Hara," even if he'd never admit it to another living person, or even out loud to himself, he thought you had the prettiest smile, "you're a good man, Miguel. Even if you don't want to see it. And just so you can't say no, I'm telling - not asking - you to come to dinner at mine on Friday. A few of the neighbors are coming too. Be there or be square!"

You offered him a parting wave before darting away and leaving him alone with nothing but his flowers and thoughts. Miguel let out a long, heavy sigh as he watched you go until you disappeared into the crowd. You often made comments about how good of a man he was; he wondered what you would think if you ever learned that he was Spider-Man. 

A heavy sigh escaped him as started walking towards the office where he worked at his day job. It might have been mundane and mind-numbing but sometimes he appreciated the monotony it provided compared to, you know, running a team of spider-people. 

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Today, however, he was very unthankful for the quiet and stillness. It allowed his mind to reel all over the place and somehow, annoyingly in his book, everything went back to you. You were so…incessantly happy, bright, and kind. It was almost disgusting but he loved it. Ugh. That realization practically made him nauseous. 

He stared at his computer screen blankly but his attention shifted to the vase now containing the flowers you'd gifted him. His fingers drummed along the top of his desk, and he couldn't help but think of the smile on your face as you'd given to him. You looked so pretty today, all cute in a summer dress and sandals, with your beautiful face and perfect hair.

And your lips…they'd looked so glossy and plump. He wondered what they would feel like and what you'd taste like and - wait.

No. No, no, no. He shouldn't be having thoughts and feelings like this. He was definitely just having a moment. He felt nothing for you besides the appropriate friendly neighbor feelings. Right? Right.

He was just a normal guy that was totally normal about you. Besides, he was positive that whatever odd flutters he was experiencing was probably something bad he ate earlier. Yeah. 

"O'Hara?" Miguel snapped out of his daze as he looked up to find his coworker standing in the doorway of his office, "everything alright?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?" His voice was pitched about two octaves higher than normal and his cheeks darkened. 

"No reason," Diego shook his head in amusement, "just seem a little distracted is all. Nice flowers - your girl get you those?"

"She's not my girl," he almost choked on the words. His heart felt like it was fluttering around his chest with nerves, "she's just…my friend."

"Whatever you say man," Diego held up his hand in a small little salute before darting down the hall. He'd rather not be on the wrong side of Miguel's annoyance. 

The man in question, meanwhile, was left staring at the space Diego formerly occupied. Was it…were his feelings that obvious? Whatever those feelings were anyway. Did you like him more than a friend? Surely not. But…if other people thought that there was more than friendship between the two of you, maybe there was something. Maybe…

"Fuck," he scrubbed a hand over his tired face. There was way more going on in his head than there should have been. 

He hated it. He hated the fact that he'd probably been blind this whole time even more.

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By the time Miguel showed up at your apartment on Friday, it had been a whole two days since you'd seen him. Two days too long you would argue. 

He'd arrived almost an hour earlier than you'd had expected with an anxious smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hands. These were daisies mixed with other seasonal flowers - your favorites. You'd mentioned them maybe once in passing but he'd remembered. You knew that this was no accident. 

"Hey there," you welcomed him inside, noting that there was something different about him today. Something just slightly…off, "you're early, Miguelito."

"Came to see if you needed some help with anything," he admitted sheepishly, watching as you gently took the flowers and put them into a vase before displaying them on the countertop. A shiver ran down his spine at your reverent actions, "and wanted to come and annoy you."

"Well, you're out of luck," you offered him a cheeky little grin, "you could never annoy me. So."

"So…" he snorted in amusement as you motioned for him to come around the counter so he could help you. You set him up with chopping veggies for a salad before turning back to finish your desserts.

"Can I ask you something?" your voice almost dropped to a whisper as you focused on the task at hand and all but refused to look him in the face.

"You just did," there was a teasing lilt to his voice as you groaned at his terrible little joke, "but you can ask me something else."

You were silent for a few moments, carefully mulling over your words. But then - you decided just to go for it, "how long have you been Spider-Man?"

You felt him stiffen, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he balked at you. There was at least part of your answer; you knew that you were right on the money. After a few moments of floundering he set down his knife and turned to you, "I-I have no clue what you're talking about. But you're funny! I mean me being Spider-Man? That's-"

"A true story?" You turned so you were facing him head on and crossed your arms over your chest. This was turning out to be thoroughly entertaining, "I'm a lot of things, but I'm not dumb."

"How did you…you know?" His shoulders slumped as a heavy sigh escaped him. It had been a long time since he'd shared his secret identity with anyone else. Sure, he had his team of elite spider-people, but no one else knew. There was a bit of him that was relieved to have someone else know. It made him feel so vulnerable but so…alive.

"I wasn't born yesterday," you nudged his arm and he let out a huff of air that you figured was amusement, "let's see - the mysterious injuries, the coming and going at odd hours, you 'happen' to be near anything bad that occurs…"

"Those could be…coincidences."

"And I've seen your suit," you turned to him with your hands on your hips and a little smirk on your features. Miguel's eyes widened in surprise as instinctively looked down at himself to make sure he wasn't wearing it, "you're not the best at hiding it under your clothes. Don't worry, I don't think anyone else has noticed. I'm pretty sure no one's looking at you how I do."

"And how is that?" He was practically vibrating with nervous anticipation. The idea that you were watching him in any sense made him feel electric, "how do you look at me?"

"Miguelito," you put your hand on his arm and gave it a gentle squeeze, "you don't really need me to answer that, do you? You're a smart man after all."

"Oh," he nodded as though he understood what you were saying but you could practically see the gears in his turning as he processed your words, "oh. Oh?"

"Oh," you teased, giving his chest a playful shove. Not that it mattered, he was built like a mountain and didn't move an inch, "are we on the same page now?"

"Y-yeah," he answered while every single alarm in his mind and body was going off. Did you…had you really just confessed that you liked him without saying it?

Maybe you'd meant you'd liked as a friend. Surely - 

"Not as a friend," you answered for him, turning back to your dessert. You couldn't deny that you were enjoying this just a little too much.

"Are you a mind reader now?"

"Nope," you smiled sweetly, "I just happen to know you well. You're not as mysterious as you like to think. Not to me anyway."

He hummed in response as he leaned against the counter. He had the desperate urge to turn you around and kiss you dizzy. He'd been thinking about it for so long now, even if he'd never admit it to himself. Honestly - he'd dreamed of doing the same thing, and then some.

He'd been lying to himself for so long now that it had become his truth and his armor. In the past, when he'd let people in and opened his heart to them, bad things always happened. It never ended well for him or anyone else. And he wasn't about to be the source of anyone else's pain…not again. 

And you. You were so kind and sweet and lovely, a practical ray of sunshine and he was afraid that he'd just bring you down. That's why he'd put up a wall between the two of you. That's why he'd been lying for so long now. If anything happened to you…he wasn't sure he'd ever recover from that.

"You're thinking much too loudly," you turned and mirrored his position. He easily dwarfed you, which made you chuckle to yourself, "don't shut me out, Miguel. Talk to me."

He met your eyes and swallowed thickly before nodding in response. You offered him a small smile, hoping to coax him out of his shell.

"I want to kiss you."

Now that caught you off guard. He sounded so positive and unsure at the same time that it made your heart melt. You were about to say something but he quickly cut you off as he took your face in his hands, his touch gentle as he brushed his thumb over your cheek.

Your mouth parted in surprise before forming a small pout as you looked at him. You were going to be the death of him, he was sure about that. But it would be a sweet, wonderful death.

"Miguel?" Your voice sounded so small and gentle as you waited for his next move. 

And then he did it - he leaned in and kissed you, his lips warm and gentle against yours. He was hesitant at first, making sure it was okay to even kiss you but when you melted into him and sighed softly, he knew he was doing the right thing.

His large hands found your hips as he effortlessly picked you up and set you on the counter. You looped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, eagerly to finally experience his touch.

It felt so right, kissing him, like you'd been doing for so long and it was second nature for you. He kissed you until you were left dizzied and breathless, looking up at him with starry eyes. 

"Are you okay?" He ghosted his fingertips along your jaw, admiring your pretty face as you tried to catch your breath.

"Yes," you promised, wrapping your fingers around his wrists as he rest his hand on your cheek, "took you long enough."

"Yeah well…" he rolled his eyes playfully as you laughed softly, "you know how I am."

"Stubborn? Thick skulled? Bull headed?" You raised an eyebrow as he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. 

"Yeah," he agreed, "all of that."

He kissed you more, stepping into between your legs as you sighed into him. This was definitely going to be your favorite place in the world - his arms.

"I really like doing this," you pulled back but rested your hand on his chest, "but people are going to be here soon so we should probably finish dinner."

"Fine," now that he knew what you were like, he was addicted. He needed more, he wanted to know all of you in all the ways, "but this is far from over."

"Oh, I'm counting on that," you brushed a hand through his dark locks before kissing his cheek, "I'd be disappointed if this was it."

"Yeah," he let out a long exhale followed by a small laugh, "me too."

"What caused you to finally….realize?"

"You drive me crazy," he eyed you with eager eyes as you slid off the counter, "all the time. It just all made sense. So."

"So," you echoed and the two of you exchanged a small giggle, "hurry up, O'Hara. The sooner we finish all this up, the sooner people leave, the sooner we can-"

You didn't have to finish your sentence - he was already back to furiously chopping the vegetables. 

You were glad the two of you were finally on the same page. 

So was he.

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen react to their s/o being a passionate gamer

requested by @boybigirlhi ! "gamer" is a broad term but really, this is focused more on mario kart than anything else 😭

masterlist

seungcheol, seungkwan

this game is NOT a joke and you need to GET YOUR HEAD STRAIGHT and not just go YELLING like a banshee, okay???? berates you for yelling too loud bc you're messing with his concentration. if you're playing against each other then it definitely works in your favour but if you're on the same side then he'll physically try and hold you down even whilst holding the controller bc he needs you to Sit Still goddamnit otherwise you're gonna lose the game!!!!! still loves that you're really passionate about it tho. discusses strategy with u pre-game and then despairs at how all the strategy goes out the window at the end

jeonghan, joshua, junhui, vernon

just. just thinks that it's really fucking cute tbh :3 watching you bounce about all happily and trash talking the other players with the biggest smile on your face makes him grin so hard because there's something so adorable about your competitive happiness. let's you do whatever you want and will just quirk an eyebrow and smile as you jokingly boo him for how badly he's losing to you rn. and even when you're all riled up and yelling competitively like a maniac he can't help but laugh because sue him, he really is just so in love with everything about you

hoshi, woozi, mingyu

“nonono don't apologise, stay snapped, STAY SNAPPED PLS WE NEED THIS”. he's always unnecessarily invested when playing mario kart, especially when you're playing as a pair against the other members. he would absolutely appreciate you getting all riled up. encourages it, in fact, and will even intentionally goad the other players if it means that he can get you to snap and go all out on them. originally was really surprised by how you'd suddenly just snap and start playing rlly aggressively in mario kart before quickly realising that was a Bonus if you were playing together and did his best to tell you to stay!!!! fucking!!!!! snapped!!!!! 

wonwoo, minghao, dokyeom, chan

honestly, he gets it, this is the essence of the game. ofc you're gonna be screaming like a maniac. that's what mario kart makes people do, yk?? he literally does not mind at all and just lets you do whatever you want, which leads to the two of you having some of the loudest games known to mankind. wonwoo and minghao just laugh and don't bat an eye. chan doesn't even register your screams. and dokyeom is definitely full-on screaming along with you. hey, it's a fun game, and also definitely a great stress reliever! even if you're both so competitive that every game ends on an argument over whether the winner really did win fair and square,,,, 

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[neuvistar]

BIOHAZARDOUS ! signed: satoru gojo . wc 2.3k

— featuring ┊satoru gojo x fem!reader (bits of suguru)

— warnings / content warnings ┊all consensual! heated arguments (quite literally heated), mentions of cheating, toxic behaviours (don’t date red flags guys), car sex, vaginal fingering, titsucking, riding, he’s kinda mean here ngl . 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. | 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔’𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄? (tbd soon.) tags. @yuutx

— a/n ┊ok guys ☝️🤓 so the whole point of this title is kinda ironic… yk how the definition of biozardous is like it’s toxic n shit n poses a threat 2 humans??? YEAH. it’s like how toxic n stupid people poses a threat 2 everyone bc of their toxicity n how it’s dangerous (don’t get into relationships w red flags guys 🙅‍♀️) this is also a make-up post for not posting my silly tattoo artist blade sooner but it’ll be posted at some point!! AND guys i love gojo i swear i don’t see him like this at all!!! this was jus created all bc of that one frat boy art i saw 😢

suguru crossed his arms over his broad chest, his hard stare drilling into one of the motorcycles he was inspecting. he chuffs out a gentle laugh, knowing exactly what was wrong with the bike before leaning down with his screwdriver, unscrewing a few screws here and there. his ears picked up the sound of footsteps, glancing to his side.. his eyes follow your every movement, a mixture of gentleness and curiosity in his gaze. he watches as you turn away from his direction, packing your bag thoroughly. he can't help but take in the view of your hair. you’ve.. always been beautiful to him, but his thoughts are quickly pushed aside as he clears his throat and calls out to you, “leaving already?” his gaze was soft, soft as they always were, the creaking of the metal echoed through the garage while you gathered everything.

“yeah, my boyfriend’s pissed. i didn’t tell him i was working for you here,”

“yeah? he’s that type of guy?” suguru cocked his brow at you, holding the screwdriver firmly against his palms, “y’know, sweetheart.. i’m not sure if you can handle satoru. listen, i’ve heard some things about him. i know i can’t be judging your new relationship but i don’t think he’s good for you.” you pause, eyes lingering momentarily on him, lips curving into a grin. “i’ll be fine, suguru. i know he’s far different from you, but i think i’m alright, thank you for checking up on me.”

suguru’s eyebrows furrow, the hint of concern marrying his otherwise stoic facade. he nods, walking over as his towering stature looms over you, offering a semblance of protection despite the bond that faded away between you and him. "alright, i believe that.” he waves a hand dismissively, shooing away any lingering doubts or fears, even as his own heart rate accelerates with the aspect of more challenges, he was worried about you. he watched you finish packing, holding the bag firmly against your side, “i’ll be off then. i’ll see you tomorrow.” just as you were about to exit, suguru immediately took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb against your skin, “wait.” he stared at you with a sense of worry, pressing your hand against his cheek. “.. if you ever want us to go back to how we used to be.. i would accept that in a heartbeat. you know that, right?”

“yes. yes i’m aware.”

“ … i’m glad.”

…

yet to your dismay, your boyfriend saw and watched the entire thing while he was inside his car, seeing it all unfold right infront of his eyes. satoru bit the side of his mouth, clenching his jaw as frustration flowed through his veins. you had a lot of explaining to do.

you knew he saw, you knew that fact for sure. you were dreading every step you took to his car, but you couldn’t afford losing your composure now.. you had to act natural. once you opened the car door, you were met with a familiar silence that caved in between the both of you. three.. two.. one..“well, i hope you come bearing good news.” and.. there it was. you couldn’t help but glance towards his direction, a firm yet smug expression on his face. you sat there with your knuckles all white, from how tightly you were gripping your bag. “satoru.”

satoru groaned, rolling his eyes at your stern tone, knowing you were about to ramble him on how he shouldn’t be jealous because of something small like this. "you think i’m blind, huh? i’m practically a natural, baby," he retorted, attempting to lean against the window of his car beside him, "still not over him?" his grin was crooked as he tried to hide the smugness. "you think you found someone better than me?”

“toru, why are you always like this? every single damn time, it’s getting repetitive.” you turned away from him, staring off into the sunset, his voice ringing inside your ears. “i could say the same thing about you, [name]. you go crazy even at the sight of another girl being in my presence. so i think this is even.. am i right?”

“does that girl you hooked up with a few months ago count as even to me just speaking to someone i used to be acquainted with? you’re insane.”

"oh, come now," satoru drawled with a click of his tongue, rubbing his temple. you knew you were getting on his nerves, but that didn’t matter in a situation like this! "you don't seem to understand what i’m sayin’ at all. she was just a hook up. nothing more. it’s been months, baby. plus, weren’t we on a break?”

“nothing more? are you just disregarding the fact you practically cheated on me? even if we were on a damn break, that doesn’t mean you can go whoring around with another woman behind my back. are you fucking sick?”

despite the irritation twisting his face, satoru forced a smile. “and i suppose you're here to save poor, fragile me from my own recklessness? how cute." he chuckled softly, his eyes filled with mockery. "if you really cared, you wouldn't be working for your ex when i told you not to.” your body paused, frozen in place. amidst the silence, he could tell there was pure frustration radiating from your body. you glanced at him, raising a brow. “excuse me? why are you dragging suguru into this.. he hasn’t done anything!”

satoru raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips as he noticed your reaction. "he has. he dated you.” he chuckled dryly, shifting uncomfortably on the car seat. "working for suguru?" he let out a low whistle, shaking his head. your boyfriend’s smirk widened, turning into an annoyingly charming grin. "or maybe you're just another pawn in his grand scheme, huh?" he leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, his expression challenging. "whatever. just do your job, babe. don’t bother fucking around with my business. tell suguru i said hi. and next time, bring some smelling salts for when he faints from surprise that we’re still together.”

unexpectedly, the sound of the seatbelt unbuckling rung through satoru’s ears. his breath hitched when he felt your hands pull on his shirt, tugging him towards you with a cold look in your eyes. “me working for someone i am not romantically linked with at all is nothing compared to you going out with someone you hooked up with months ago.” you leaned even closer.. “i’m not afraid to break up with you, right here right now..” satoru snorted at your words, barely suppressing a laugh as he took in your delicate display. hm. you were smaller than he was, that’s for sure. “your determination is almost impressive," satoru spoke, leaning forward slightly as his crystal gaze drifted downwards momentarily before locking with yours again. with a sardonic grin, satoru tilted his head at your words looking amused. "you need to separate us? sure thing, doll. just like you need to separate yourself from suguru’s puppet strings.”

you were tired of arguing. you knew one thing and one thing for sure, you were not gonna stay here with him. atleast not for long, until you have the last say in this. “then if you wanted to break up, you could’ve just told me straight up. don’t waste my damn time like this.”

"oh, believe me, i’ve considered it," satoru retorted, chuckling softly. "but then i’d lose all this fun, wouldn't i?” he gestured vaguely around his car, a smirk playing on his lips. "maybe i just like this sort of thing. it keeps things interesting. and besides, where would you be without me?” his gaze flickered to you, holding your stare for a moment. "i’m taking you home after this. i’ve got more important things to do than argue with my girlfriend who thinks she's got me figured out."

“i don’t want to figure you out.” you argued, the tone of your voice held such rage.. it was almost enough to break through him. “fuck you and your ego. you’ve done nothing but ruin every single relationship you’ve been in, yet you complain? you’re a fucking jerk.”

“whatever floats your boat then.” he muttered under his breath as he sank back onto the car seat, his body screaming at him to rest. but there was no peace to be found, not with his mind swirling with thoughts of the long heated argument you both just had.

… quite literally, heated.

now this.. you didn’t know how you even ended up like this.

“fuck, satoru…”

you were seated on his lap, breathing heavily with your shirt all ruffled up, your breasts in display for him like eye candy as satoru sucked on your delicate nipples. your skirt hiked up to your stomach as he held you gently. satoru groaned, his lips still wrapped around your nipple, fingers probing deeper into your warmth. he released your pert nipple with a pop, trailing kisses down your chest as he slowly slid a finger inside your heat, licking his lips at the damp feeling of your slickness coating his digit. “shit, you're so wet for me, baby," satoru whispered against your ear, his voice thick with amusement. your boyfriend then added another finger, stretching you out. with a slow, steady motion, satoru’s fingers pumped within you slowly inch by inch, allowing your body to adjust to his digits. satoru devoured your moans, he knew he wouldn't last long with you all pretty like this. he reached up and cupped your face, thumb brushing against your cheekbone in a gentle caress.

“satoru, you fucking jerk…” your breath hitched your breathing grew completely ragged and uneven, your skin flushed and your eyes fluttered shut. yet, satoru couldn't help but smirk as his fingers delved deeper inside you, drawing out your moans that were like perfect melodies to him. “you’re so tight, baby," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.. coated with lust. he wanted more of you. he could feel his cock twitch painfully against his briefs, desperate to free itself from its confines. “makes me want to bury myself inside you right here, right now." he paused, letting the words hang in the air between them, “right infront of your workplace. it’d be nice if suguru caught sight of this, wouldn’t it?”

your boyfriend’s cock throbbed the more he spoke, desperate to be inside you as soon as possible. satoru’s mouth was completely busy, his tongue lavishing attention on your sweet nipples as his fingers danced within your folds. he could feel your arousal building up through your aching body as you trembled with pleasure, and it only fuelled his own desire. he sucked harder on your nipple, slowly pushing another finger deeper inside your wetness, crooking it slightly to hit that sweet spot you loved so much. “you’re not really mad at me, aren’t you?" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "you like feeling me inside you, making my cock feel good like this. after all… that’s why we’re dating, right?” … this asshole. you could feel his other large hand cupping your breasts, thumb brushing against the nipple he was licking just a few minutes ago. "i could do this all night, y’know?" he murmured, his voice husky with desire, “keep your pretty little stubborn ass right here, right in my lap, and never let you go."

“you should let me go.”

“oh but i won’t.“ his eyes locked onto yours, with a slow, calculated motion, his fingers were now replaced by the head of his cock. true inch by agonizing inch, he pushed inside you, feeling your tightness enveloping him, and he knew he was lost. “you know why? this pussy is too good for me to give up to someone else.”

“satoru!” you gasped out loud as you felt his member slid inside your entrance, the uncomfortable space of the car taking a toll on you as your ass nearly pressed against the steering wheel.

"wow, look at you," satoru soothed, his voice low and cocky as he held you close against his body. “taking it so well like always," he whispered as his lips brushed against your ear. his hips rocked gently as he pumped his cock deeper into your warmth, the car creaked and groaned around the both of you. satoru savoured the feel of your body wrapped around his, swallowing your moans and gasps of pleasure. “shit.” his fingers dug gently into your hips, holding you firmly in place. the sounds of your passion mingled with the rustling of your clothes and his.. the soft moans that escaped your lips were enough to hypnotize him, he’d always been obsessed with them. satoru’s hands roamed against your body, tracing your breasts, the dip of your waist, the swell of your hips. his lips pressed against yours deeply, his tongue dancing with yours as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, cock thrusting deeper into you with each pass. you hated how your body responded to him, your own hips meeting his, and especially how your pussy was squeezing him tight as you came messily all over his cock, your sweet moans muffled against his lips.

satoru’s own orgasm washed over him, his body tensing as he emptied himself into you, the feeling of you enveloping him like a velvet glove drove him to the edge, making him want to ruin you once more a second time.. but he can wait. the taller male’s breath came in ragged gasps.. holding you close against him, heart pounding in his chest. “such a sweet girl like you shouldn’t be with me, babe. i almost feel bad for you,”

…

“you know i’m trouble, don’t you?”

[frigidwife]

do you think louis chose/believed armand over claudia in the scene after armand threatens and chokes her? i was under the impression that louis reflexively disagreed with claudia because he didn't want to believe it, but the fact that he also reflexively lit armand's photo on fire makes me think his response to claudia ("he wouldn't do that"/"sit in your choice") was a denial of the real horror he was feeling, that he did believe her and just wished it wasn't true. i rewatched that scene and when he notices the picture is on fire, he waits a second before putting it out, which makes me think his commitment to armand following this scene wasn't out of genuine love, but a strategic choice made out of fear, the same way he martyred himself for lestat to turn claudia. i still see people talking about how much louis and armand did love each other, and i was briefly convinced when madeline called it out (though that scene also contains claudia thanking armand for not treating her like a child, so the legitimacy of the entire scene is thrown into question imo). but after rewatching the season, i don't think they were that devoted to each other. between the actors deliberately playing their flirtations super awkward, the fact that louis never commits until armand threatens claudia and his commitment itself following louis' pattern of chaining himself to his current lover/shark for claudia's survival (a pattern the show goes out of its way to emphasize with lestat's retelling of her turning), and the fact that armand apparently did choose the coven over louis...idk. maybe i'm biased and just sick of the idea that armand and louis' love is some torrid gothic romance when it seems clear that louis and armand's insistence that it was in dubai is deliberately at odds with what we saw, despite how hard they were trying to make it seem that way. even the way they gassed up their first meeting felt staged, and if we're supposed to understand that louis and armand's growing physical distance in dubai denotes emotional/romantic distance as louis' memories are restored, it seems in line to realize that the distance isn't what's new, nor is the performance of love; it's the realization that it is a performance. SORRY this got long, i feel like i'm going a little crazy because i feel the show is saying the exact opposite to much of the analysis on here. in a way i would love to be convinced towards a different perspective because then i could just relax

no i agree with you completely ur not insane and neither am i.... i havent watched that episode in a while but the way the events are sequenced it's not even ambiguous--the relationship with armand is strategic and it has been since the beginning. like i dont think louis's "he wouldn't do that" is even a denial of the kind of person armand is. Bc in the previous episode armand literally almost killed louis for the same secret he's just threatened claudia about. so why would he actually disbelieve her? (laying it out like this i'm realizing why the victim blaming interpretation of louis as ditzy is so prevalent lol.) his frustration reads to me like: i've already sacrificed my freedom and happiness so you can join the coven that you love so much, and now you're saying you don't like the coven? you can't tough it out and trust i have armand handled? the disbelief in "he wouldn't do that" is not that louis wants to believe armand is a better person; it's that louis wants to believe his control over armand is more complete, bc otherwise claudia is right and his sacrifices are doubly pointless. this is the same pattern we saw with louis and his siblings as a human--telling grace to worry about herself, telling lestat how they were four months from bankruptcy; he takes pains to keep them ignorant but then is frustrated they wont register his sacrifice; they see it as him pushing them away (literal knife to paul's throat). louis starting to burn the photograph is him giving up--claudia is ungrateful; this task is impossible. but then the dream lestat which is ofc just louis calls claudia "our daughter" and that's when louis stops burning the photograph of armand. at the reminder that no matter how he tries to accept her as grown and autonomous, she's his child first. and then you can see him double down and regroup--get rid of ghost lestat indulgence to commit fully to companionship with as much control as he can leverage

[silly-l1ttle-guy]

drop every headcanon of the bucci gang NOW!

ON IT BOSS!!!

--- pookie bear bruno hcs first <3

BRUNO BUCCIARATI IS 100% GAY FOR LEONE ABBACCHIO

they just kinda live together

bruabba holds a special place in my heart

bruno's probably stressed out 24/7

VERY FEMININE GUY

hes got soft features yk?

probably spends like 3 hours doing his hair in the morning

ISTG HE PROBABLY SMELLS SO GOOD

I like to think that he legally adopted Fugo after fugso bugso joined that gang

SHUT UP IT MAKES ME HAPPY

poor guy overworks himself WAY too often

he also has the most gorgeous eyelashes you'll ever see

and they're natural, too

THIS MAN HAS EYEBAGS

he's tired af half the time, idk what you expected

he tries to help fugo control his anger (bc he's a loving mother) (giorno does it better tho)

i reckon bruno's pansexual tbh, he just seems like he wouldn't give a shit about his partner's gender

he likes going fishing

brought Abbacchio along one time

abba got seasick and threw up

he likes to accessorize his hair (hence the mitochondria hair clips)

sometimes he'll let the others accessorize his hair, too

trish makes it look really cute

abba makes it look stunning (bc it's his boyfriend)

narancia just puts random shit in his hair

Mista sings loudly (and badly) to be a little shit while he does Bruno's hair (it turns out surprisingly ok)

giorno deadass just puts a shit ton of stars in his hair

fugo gets mad and almost rips a chunk of Bruno's hair out

Bruno's guilty pleasure is midnight snacks

abbacchio caught him eating a whole ass tub of ice cream while watching il postino: the postman at like 2 in the morning

they watched it together and cuddled afterwards

hot goth

gay for bruno

he probably watches those make up youtube channels

if he didn't join passione he could be a make up artist

lets trish practice on him

HE SEES NARANCIA AS HIS SON AND YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

he's full on protective of nara too

i like to give abbacchio sharper features when i draw him tbh

also a larger nose

and while we're at it, let's hook that bad boy (the nose)

he and bruno go on wine testing dates

he has very frequent and reoccurring nightmares

(its why he sleeps with bruno)

his parents cut contact when they found out he was a dirty cop :(

this man saw narancia on his first day in the gang and accepted his fate as a father LMAO

he's a gay man and you can't tell he's not. Never felt attraction towards women

he feels like time moves by too fast. Everything happens so quickly and he wishes he could go back and just relive certain parts of his life over and over again because he feels like everything happens so quickly now that he's older and it overwhelms him (this definitely isn't me projecting what're you talking about)

moody blues is sort of the representation of this

SENTIENT MOODY BLUES SUPREMACY BY THE WAY

Moody blues is curvy and i won't accept anything else

make moody look goddamn feminine

not too feminine obviously but like

moody looks like a woman compared to abbacchio

tells people he can't dance but he definitely can

just play the right music and give him enough wine and he'll be dancing like he's never danced before (only in private tho)

YOOUU CAN DANCE, YOOUU CAN JIIVVEEEEE~~

EVERYTIME I LISTEN TO HALF-DECADE HANGOVER BY WILL WOOD I JUST THINK OF ABBACCHIO

and maybe euthanasia by will wood too

not even kidding, abbacchio has the same body type as a greek god

also the strongest guy in the team

the guy that has a dream

GIORNO. WHERE DO I FUCKING START.

I love this weird ass fucking guy

gay for fugo. that's all I'm gonna say.

I KNOW HE ACTED FRUITY W/ MISTA BUT IT'S BC HE'S A LITTLE SHIT WHO LIKES TO FLIRT WITH HIS FRIENDS AS A JOKE

not abba or bruno tho (they're too old for his taste)

remember that one seen where he and mista are up against cioccolata (fuck him btw) and they do that gay ass pose?

prime example of giorno being a little shit

putting his hand down mista's pants was an accident by the way, he just said "fuck it" and went with it

he probably showed the gang the thing he could do with his ear

they had very mixed reactions

one day (before the gang) he woke up and saw his roots were blond and he just went like "sigh, guess I have to grow my hair out and become barbie

THIS MAN RIGHT HERE IS THE TWINK

also bc his dad is dio I like to think that he sunburns easily

he can also see really well and the dark

"It's so dark in here, I can't see shit!" "I can, there's a light switch over there."

everyone was confused as hell bc it was pitch black in that room

this man is gay. he likes BOYS and BOYS ONLY

i like to think Giorno's a mischievous lil guy

he does something silly then giggles and runs away

it's to make up for the fact that he didn't have a proper childhood

ALSO CURLY HAIR GIORNO SUPREMACY

his hair is gorgeous and luxurious AND SO FUCKING CURLY

he uses about 20 hair products every day (21 if he's going on a date)

he can calm fugo down so easily too

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU NARANCIA-" "Hi fugo!" "Oh, hey Giorno."

it's really scary (according to narancia and mista)

this man loves gardening

born to be a gardener, forced to be a gangstar

autistic (it runs in the family)

the stink

Mista is the type of guy who showers once or twice a week

he only washes his clothes when they get too dirty

I like to make this man a little wider honestly

GIVE THIS MAN SOME CHUB PLEASE

he's muscular, but he's gotta have a little meat on there too

I like to think that Mista outright REFUSES to shave

the only place that he can grow barely any hair is his face

never shaved his face. He doesn't have much facial hair and he'll be damned if he ever has to get rid of the little that he has

bffs with trish btw

they make fun of each other all the time

in a friendly way

he honestly looks the least gay out of everyone

probably bi with a heavy preference towards girls (he had a boyfriend one time tho)

STINKS SO BAD IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY

sometimes he shoves Narancia's face in his armpit for fun

I'm not even kidding Narancia probably threw up one time bc Mista stank so bad

older brother figure to EVERYONE

Giorno? that's his baby brother. Narancia? his favourite brother. Trish? his little sister. Fugo? that's his angry little brother.

I have so many mista headcanons it's unreal

his hair is so fucking curly istg

and it's black too

very short tho. also super greasy

his love language is physical touch, but not in the usual physical touch way

he won't really hug people or hold hands or just do something normal, oh no

my guy likes to pick people up and throw them over his shoulder

it's definitely not to show off how strong he is

definitely

everything about him is so crusty

he literally gets along with anyone tho

you can't tell me this guy DOESN'T smoke weed

not very often but like

once every month or two he'll get high to relax

he stopped after Giorno took over as boss (bc yk, drugs are a no no)

he probably thinks France isn't real tbh (but as a joke to annoy fugo)

I HAVE MORE MISTA HEADCANONS BUT I HAVE TO CUT IT SHORT BECAUSE I NEED TO MOVE ON TO THE OTHERS

angry strawb (lots of angst in this one)

fugo is deeply in love with Giorno (FUGIO FOR LIFE)

a little bit of angst warning btw

bc of his past, fugo HATES physical touch

if someone touches him he will flinch

very uncomfortable in crowded places

Mista's love language is physical touch, but he refrains himself from touching Fugo

it's really sweet

"HEY FUGO! Lemme give you a high-five! Wait, no, you don't like that. Have this cool rock I found instead!"

he's trying

Fugo really appreciates it

after phf, he let Mista be one of the two people who can touch him (the other person is Giorno)

Fugo just randomly hugged him one day and that was that

he was really distraught when he found out Narancia, Bruno and abba died

especially Bruno

like I said before, Bruno adopted him after he joined the gang, so he genuinely saw Bruno as a father figure

definitely called Bruno "dad" in private

He genuinely cried when he realized he missed Bruno's funeral

MOVING ON TO THE NON ANGSTY STUFF BC IM GONNA CRY

when he's a bad mood, he listens to music with Abbacchio (his dad's cool boyfriend who he looks up to)

will correct any and all spelling or grammar mistakes

nerd supreme

i like to headcanon that Fugo's albino

(MANGA FUGO FOR LIFE)

he's really sensitive to sunlight because of it

his vision isn't that good, too

it's not bad enough to the point where he can't read and all that, but it definitely bothers him

since it wasn't too serious, he got some glasses that corrected his vision

he only really wears them when he's reading now, but he used to wear them all the time when he was younger

GOD I HAVE A LOT OF FUGO HEADCANONS

sometimes he wakes up and there's just a bouquet of flowers at the foot of his bed (I WONDER WHO THAT WAS HMMMM)

Narancia's like a little brother towards him

he doesn't care that nara's a year older than him, that's his brother

genuinely will forget to eat if he isn't reminded (me projecting)

i have more but i'm gonna have to end it here

BABY BOY <3

I LOVE NARANCIA I HAVE A NARANCIA PLUSHIE (and a giorno one but that's less important)

he originally had really good eyesight, but after his eye got infected his eyesight just kinda went bad

his eyes expired

but seriously though (woah no way, silly little guy can be serious?), he's almost blind in the eye that got infected

doesn't wanna wear glasses bc "they'll ruin his reputation"

he's also really short compared to everyone else in the team

he's really insecure about it

can and will fight anyone who says something even remotely teases him for his height

low iron for sure (me too bud, me too)

Abbacchio just took on the role as his father and makes sure he eats all his food

"But it tastes badddd" "Eat it or I'll shove it down your throat. Also, it has good iron."

he ate it, but was very pouty about it the whole time

mista will point at things made of iron and say shit like "that's what you need" or "you should eat that to get your iron levels up"

skinny but he's really strong

my guy has a six pack but looks scrawny as hell

Mista's jealous of him lmao

"Why do YOU get a six pack?!" "because you're fat"

Mista then forced Narancia to smell his armpits (they were rank)

he does a lot of shit with Mista lmao

partners in crime

he got high with mista one time and never did it again

oddly flexible

he's probably dyslexic

the girlboss

live laugh love Trish

lesbian fr

she practices makeup on Abbacchio

another one that sees abba as a father figure

they point each other's nails and go shopping together

Mista's bff fr

they do karaoke together

yk that one tiktok sound that was that like "OH SHIT IT'S IN KOREAN" and then starts singing it perfectly anyway

that's her and Mista

Mista's the one that sings it lmao

i don't have that many headcanons for trish tbh

she likes to try out new hairstyles a lot

they're always short tho

she doesn't like growing out her hair

says it's too much of hassle

we love trish in the household

she has freckles (from doppio)

yk those weird ass dots diavolo has in his hair? she has those but they're less noticeable

talks shit about people with abbacchio

she likes ranting about stuff to giorno bc he's a good listener

big fan of scented candles

gave mista soap for his birthday

she has frequent headaches (something she got from doppio, bc i hc that he has frequent headaches)

ANYWAY THAT'S IT FOR NOW

do you wanna hear about my la squadra headcanons? Doppio and Diavolo??? PLEASE I HAVE SO MANY GOOD HEADCANONS JUST LET ME RANT-

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

saw ur vents abt dungeon meishi and while I haven’t read the series yet or watched the anime I have seen bits and pieces and already saw the blowup scene where Toshiro attacks Laois and like. even I with zero context didn’t totally hate him. It sucks majorly that it had to happen but like. Toshiro is going through his own shit and plenty of other characters ALSO don’t like Laois! I think people just see that scene and project the amount of times that’s happened to them with someone in real life, which like. I get it. I’m autistic and reading that scene hit like a gut punch bc it was something I had experienced directly in real life: trying to be friends with someone, thinking you are friends, only for them to reveal one day that they couldn’t stand you and hated your guts from day one. You wonder why the fuck they pretended and let you hurt even worse than outright initial rejection. You wonder why they’d put themselves through enduring you. It makes you feel like you can’t trust anyone, makes you feel like utter shit. I 100% get why it bothers people. But you can’t project real life people you experienced onto this character that does not align at all except for this one moment. Also knowing about the author, she probably put that in on purpose as commentary for how autistics in Japan generally have to go through shit like this bc of the way their social culture is. She’s made plenty of autistic commentaries before, I doubt she stuck that scene in there for no good reason. The fact that Toshiro kept quiet and didn’t say anything until he couldn’t take it anymore is VERY indicative to me of the ways Japan’s typical social system is a struggle on all sides. Not to say these are problems unique to Japan, but the nuance needs to be understood. Toshiro isn’t being a dick just for the sake of it. I want to read it sometime so I can better understand the guy, but I don’t want to hate him based on one scene where he was an asshole. Laois is an asshole plenty of times himself, being very overtly written as autistic doesn’t absolve him from the responsibilities of being an adult.

TLDR: People tend to infantilize Laois and demonize Toshiro, which comes down to the prejudices preconceived for both of them: people see Laois, as an autistic man, as an innocent sweet guy who needs to be protected. They see Toshiro, as an Asian man, as someone who should be “polite and honorable” or whatever and are appalled when he acts like a fallible human being and not some appropriation of a fictional romanticized samurai. I understand feeling betrayed and angry seeing a character be a genuine asshole about something (social expectation does not completely absolve Toshiro of his own antagonizations however much of a reason he had) but when it’s so damn one sided, and especially in a series where almost NO one is without complete asshole qualities that round them out, I find it kind of gross that people hate on him for that. Anyway. Just wanted to send a message of support and understanding. Hopefully after I read more I can offer more analysis to corroborate with you on.

100% CORRECT thank you anon

i also understand the people who are sympathizing with laios bc that scene is very easy to relate to for many autistic or otherwise neurodivergent people (i also got a cold sweat when i was watching it bc. like. having someone you thought was a friend straight up tell you there are parts of your behavior that they can't stand is one of the worst things to experience of all time, ESPECIALLY if you were only showing that behavior around them bc you thought they were your friend and you trusted them) but it's so frustrating seeing so many people have such shallow opinions about toshiro bc of it. im on hands and knees begging people to consider the characters in three dimensions and/or develop better reading comprehension because like!! toshiro's official meeting with laios's new group literally leads with 'oh his name is actually toshiro and we never knew bc our leader had a misunderstanding and microaggressed him and he was too polite to correct him' laios is not an innocent party here!! he is not an innocent uwu autistic baby he's a grown adult man with responsibilities, in that whole time he was partied with toshiro he never learned his real name!! plus using toshiro's crush on falin as a reason to hate him, falin's adolescence was spent in a school and a social setting where she was expected to mask + her being a girl also means she is expected to mask by default -> she is better at masking than laios so why are people saying that toshiro hates laios for the same traits in falin bc clearly not?? also saw one person saying 'he only likes falin because she's hot' NO HE DOES NOT HE WOULD NOT RISK HIS LIFE HEALTH AND RETAINERS IN A DUNGEON ON A FOREIGN CONTINENT FOR THE SAKE OF A WOMAN HE ONLY THOUGHT WAS SEXY!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DUNMESHI FANS THINK WITH YOUR BRAAIN

the whole fight he had with laios where laios points out that their party is more serious about finding falin and resolving everything also drives me nuts because i've seen at least one take saying that toshiro doesn't care about falin as much as team laios because of this. which yes the fact that team laios understands the importance of health in pursuit of a goal is very very important but for many cases in east asian culture (and actually any culture with emphasis on capitalism and economic growth) productivity will get valued above all else which leads to neglect of personal health, i.e: what toshiro was doing. so this is just a clown take to begin with

also interesting to me that almost every character in dunmeshi thus far has demonstrated some kind of racial bias/misconceptions (i.e: chilchuck about elves, senshi about half-foots, etcetera etcetera) and laios and falin are no exception. race and racial differences and conflict and coexistence is also one of the underlying themes in dungeon meshi, with the elves of the west being considered a major issue to many dungeon-goers and the mayor hating dwarves and having to contend with those elves, and then marcille's motive for studying black magic and even thistle's motive for being the dungeon keeper. so it's real fucking ironic that the fans are really quick and happy to demote toshiro to 'asshole side character who is bullying our autistic rep' instead of, you know, using nuance and thinking about it

tldr; dungeon meshi has great commentary on what it's like as an autistic person in society. but dungeon meshi fans are too quick to write off toshiro as an asshole japanese guy who is ableist and getting in the way of their white woman yuri, therefore helping to promote this website's enduring legacy as the piss-poor reading comprehension website

[fuckingstrange]

Just me and you, Alone.

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WARNINGS: Spencer has Scopophobia, Fear of being watched, Spencer links it to Schizophrenia, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Many Many Worries, so so stressed, Kissing, Non-sexual pinning(?), Ulcer mentioned one (1) time bc Spencer's gonna end up with one if he doesn't relax, BETA-READ + EDITED BY @ralvezfanatic UR WORK IS APPRECIATED TYSM???? WORDS: idk 700+

PAIRING: Spencer Reid x gn!reader (Might be M but I forgot I apologize so much)

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a/n: ANYONE KNOW THAT ONE SONG?? ITS ALL LIKE "Just me and you and you and me alone, we're just playing hide n seek"— OR SMT SMT?? MY STEP SISTER PLAYED IT IN THE CAR AND I CAN'T FUCKINGING REMEMBER THE NAME

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Spencer just got done showering after a long and boring paperwork day, daring to peek his head out of the bathroom to look around the bedroom. You're still cuddled up in his bed reading, the bedroom door is still locked, and the blinds are shut. Good. Just how he likes it.

He steps out of the bathroom, wearing a simple white tee with cliché blue and white striped pajama pants. Oddly enough, he had bought them for you, but wears them much more than you get to.

He speedwalks to the bed and climbs in, sliding under the covers with you to hide away. The book you were reading gets taken from your hands and set down on the end table so he can push himself into your arms, which is done easily from a lack of refusal.

You pull the covers up to his shoulders and slide down to properly lie on your side with Spencer, an arm draped over his waist and the other curled beneath him to cup the back of his head. You notice that it's harder to soothe him by being held than it was a few months ago, and it makes you wonder if he's starting to struggle again.

Moving the arm from his waist to push it beneath his shirt, to glide your open palm over his back in an attempt at helping guide him into relaxing a bit more, he tenses and hides his face in your shoulder. Your worry only worsens at the response, and you lean in close to whisper in his ear, “What's up with you?”

Getting the usual stumbled response of “Nothing, I'm- I'm just tired,” makes you pull back from him to force him to look up at you.

“.. Uhm, bullshit? I'm not stupid, Spencer.” You huff, gently squeezing his side to try and prompt him to tell the truth.

Spencer squirms when you squeeze his side, hesitantly reaching down to guide your hand out from beneath his shirt, but not letting it stray far from him otherwise. He sighs before trying to cover with “I'm just not feeling well”.

Now, there's some truth to that, but it's not what you want. A small glare finally gets him to speak up and admit, in the weakest tone you've ever probably heard, “I'm.. scared?”

“.. Scared of what?” Is your first question, but he doesn't even have to verbally tell you for you to understand through the recent months of behaviors. Constantly needing to double check if the doors are locked, always keeping the blinds shut, always wanting to hide beneath the covers when in bed.

He feels like people are looking, watching from afar. He's paranoid.

“..I just feel like.. there's eyes on me, like I'm being watched. It's- It's a phobia, scopophobia, and- and it has links to schizophrenia that just make me feel worse about it,” Spencer starts to ramble, and you only stop him when you notice the tears prodding at the corners of his eyes.

Cupping his face and brushing the tears out of his eyes has him stopping mid sentence. He just told you he thinks this is a symptom, and you're still caring enough to wipe away his tears? That just makes even more flow down his cheeks.

“I promise you, nobody is looking but me.” You whisper before kissing his forehead, pulling it to rest against yours afterwards.

Spencer freezes up at the kiss to his forehead, only a shaky breath slipping past his lips. His mind runs wild trying to make sense of why you dare love him when he fears he'll end up like his mother, but all those thoughts shut down when your lips press against his.

It's a soft graze, barely felt, but it's there. It encourages him to lean into you while tugging the covers up even further, wanting to make sure he's hidden. He adjusts them to allow you to roll on top of him when he feels you pushing on his shoulder to get him on his back.

You settle yourself on your forearms to hover over him, pulling back from the kiss when you feel him pull the covers all the way up to your shoulders to allow him to be completely caged in them. The way he looks up at you is almost heartbreaking, the look of vulnerability is almost heartbreaking. God, you feel so worried about him sometimes. He's gonna give himself an ulcer if he keeps stressing himself out this much.

Lowering your head to kiss him again, you rest your bodyweight down on his as well. Only then does he finally relax.

[tasteleeknow]

we (probably only me) kind of need more dad!/dilf! minho bc that drabble made me horribly soft 👉🏻👈🏻

i am very happy to deliver bb. more horrible softness. enjoy!

You're completely limp as he tugs you towards him, too exhausted to move a single muscle. You'd hardly been sleeping all week. Minho presses his lips to your neck then whispers soothing words into your skin. "Sleep in," he says, "I'll take care of everything." Acts of service. You were so grateful over these past few months that it was his love language. You wouldn't have survived them otherwise. "Love you," you mumble as you feel your mind slipping away by the second. The last thing you're aware of is his soft breath against your skin and his arm wrapping tighter around you.

You get home one day to find the house empty, anxiety shooting through your chest as you fail to locate the two people most important to you. Then, as you're walking past a window, you spot them. They're in the corner of the backyard, crouched over something you can't make out. You discover Minho had spent the day adopting a kitten with a fluffy tail that looked too big for it's tiny body. You'd discussed waiting until the baby was old enough to know how to be gentle, deciding it was finally time to adopt a week ago. It had completely slipped your mind as the days had past. Obviously, it hadn't slipped Minho's mind. You spend the day in the yard, watching your small child bond with the tiny animal and chase each other across the grass. Minho pulls you between his legs, letting you rest against him as you watch. "Was just going to look," he says. "They fell in love and I couldn't get a hold of you, sorry." You turn your head to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I think you made the right choice," you whisper as your child's giggles fill the air.

"I want another," you confess one day, before Minho has even opened his eyes. You knew he was awake, he'd draped one leg over you minutes earlier. "M'kay," he responds, sighing as he clearly prepares to drift off again. You push him off you. "Are you listening?" you ask, poking his forehead. His eyes flutter open as he yawns then he's reaching for you again. "I hear you. Another baby. I said okay." You frown. "Just like that?" you question. He takes a handful of your hair, tilting your head back a little so he can see you properly. "You want 10? Let's have 10," he says, looking deadly serious. It takes another 20 minutes to pull the words from him you want to hear. He tells you nothing has ever made him happier than being with you, than making a little person with his lips and your eyes. He holds you in a tight grip as he whines about you forcing him to say these things. You should just know, he insists. It embarrassed him, having to put his feelings into words. You tug on his ear, cooing as he grumbles.

[according2thelore]

watching season 1 of gilmore girls is just an exercise in gut-wrenching angst when you live with the knowledge that jarpad was 18 when it premiered. like, that's the face of the kid that john winchester told to stay gone for good if he left. that's dean's baby brother. that's the kid who's about to be alone for the first time in his actual life (bar some very specific small blips along the way). i'm cry 😭 thank you to the wb for this gift that we must bear like a thousand-pound cross

LITERALLY

like this sammy??? this sammy right here????

this kid steals dean's flannels even though they don't reach his wrists because they're "more comfortable." he can't keep a pair of pants longer than six months because he grows like a goddamn weed.

this is his big brother's leather jacket!! dean stole it from a surplus store in kentucky and sam wears it everywhere!!!! you cannot tell me otherwise!! they steal it back and forth all the time, but dean doesn't actually want it back bc sam wearing his leather jacket makes him sweat in weird places, which is totally unrelated, okay?

this kid has dreams!!! he writes everything down in composition notebooks stained at the corners with dried, rusty blood from a werewolf four states and five schools ago.

he's been storing his money from pool hustling in the canvas lining of the duffle bag that holds all of his possessions.

this little guy????

the people they save cling to sam like fucking vines, white-knuckled fingers in his sweatshirts because if someone this bright, this innocent, can survive this, they can, too. nothing bad can possibly happen to this kid, because the older one is snarling and spitting and chewing through bone.

because this is just a kid!!!!!! and this kid should be saved, not saving. he's got a pimple on his jaw that's been there for months, and he sweats through almost every shirt he puts on.

LIKE THIS FELLA RIGHT HERE??????

this kid keeps wiping angry tears out of his eyes because no one in this family cares if he's happy, as long as he's here. sam's got money in his bag, and dean won't look him in the eye, and dad is telling him to get the fuck out.

he's telling him that he might as well not even be a part of this fucking family, if he's not going to fight for it. like sam hasn't lost litres of blood for this family, like he wasn't weaned on sweat and stale coca-cola and what adrenaline tastes like when it's the only thing keeping you conscious.

this kid is too big to fit into a queen w dean but goddamnit he's going to, anyway, lazy long limbs splayed on a couch while they watch a re-run on a spotty, fuzzing tv in skin-melting, stifling motel rooms.

having access to video footage of J2 at pre-series ages makes me howl at the moon. because!!!!! like!!!!!! these kids were CHILDREN!!!!!!

anyway. you get it, anon. you know the vision.

dean winchester and i see each other: i would also want to pinch his cheeks and tuck him under my arm and ruffle his hair and buy him milkshakes and new sneakers and cut his silly bangs.

-lizzy

[belit0]

Omg so i have been having brainrot about thigh-riding with Indra😫 But i have a really good request, hear me out…So like reader’s personality is very friendly and Indra thinks she’s being flirty with other people and he gets possessive/jealous ((like to her she isn’t being flirtatious bc shes just a good sociable person)) He wants to punish reader by making her ride his thigh. Then until he hears her beg enough, he fucks her hard😫

Thank you girly🩷💋

the fact that I got so worked up writing this... Indra is something else

"Did I tell you to stop?" Indra doesn't even look at her, concentrating on finishing the page of the manuscript he is working on. His hand moves smoothly and swiftly, no tremor in the pace of his penmanship, ignoring the physical situation happening on his thigh.

(Y/N), sitting on one of his legs and facing him, moans as her legs tremble. Her two hands squeeze his shoulders tightly, desperately searching for some steady grip and support, something to hold her up as her knees give out. "Please..."

She knows it is in vain to beg, that when something gets into her husband's head there is no way to convince him otherwise, and her torture was sealed today when Indra watched her interact with the man who is in charge of cooking for them. The Otsutsuki never understood (Y/N)'s personality, sometimes she even wonders why he chose her in the first place, but she knows he enjoys trying to bend and break her under his desires.

"Go on." His unoccupied hand holds one of her buttocks, and he gives her hips a circular rhythm to guide the movements she should follow. He doesn't look at her at any point, but the smirk of dark satisfaction that paints the corners of his lips is indicator enough that he's loving it.

(Y/N)'s legs tremble as soon as she presses her toes to the floor, trying to find the right spot to evoke what pleasure will save her at this moment. She moans in Indra's ear as she leans on his shoulder, and doesn't understand how her movements don't affect his writing. "Such a good girl, keep going."

She can't deny him anything when he's being nice to her, when he treats her well, and she's learned that pretending with Indra is never a good option. Those eyes of his are too sharp to ignore lies, having been caught more than once with petty deceptions to save her ass on different occasions, making no sense to risk lying with an orgasm.

She'll have to finish for real.

(Y/N) rubs hard against her man's clothed thigh, underwear in between to generate more friction, looking for the proper angle to fully feel that grinding. As her legs are about to give out again, her man abandons the pen he was working on his manuscript with, and two large hands close over her buttocks, giving her that thrusting power that was missing before.

"You are mine, (Y/N)." He whispers against her lips as he absorbs her every moan, silencing her in the most wonderful way and accompanying her pleasure even without him experiencing it firsthand. His presence is intoxicating, and the way he holds her, how he aids and abets her in finding that explosion of sensations, is all she needs to put momentum into her thrusts, clit rubbing against the top of his leg.

"Just like that, don't stop." He prompts and guides her, a spank impacting against her ass as the air catches in her lungs, holding it in to reach the peak she's so desperately chasing. She wouldn't be able to finish if it weren't for her man's hands joining her hips, who finishes her off as the electricity of her orgasm courses through her body.

(Y/N) trembles on top of him as her pussy fills with pleasure, blurry-eyed for at least a second and slowly passing the remnants of that explosion.

There is never much transition when it comes to being under Indra's sexual attention, and in a second, she is bent over her husband's desk as he pulls her wet underwear down to her knees, moving her clothes out of the way and entering her without any warning. A hand covers her mouth and muffles the scream she gives away to the air as she feels him deep inside her, buried inside her channel and with no intention of leaving.

"Why the fuck are you so tight...shit." Indra slams against her waist again and again at a pace that wouldn't be appropriate without finishing beforehand, always hard and brutal, unable not to put all his momentum into fucking.

The impact of skin against skin fills the room as she lies with her chest on the wood, gripping the edge of the desk as if to hold onto something and screaming over a hand that won't let her express herself freely, muffling her moans. "Keep quiet, slut." Indra whispers in her ear as he hovers over her to kiss her shoulder, settling a hand on the side of her head for support and resuming a violent pace.

"You're fucking mine, you hear?" He mumbles as he comes all the way out to the tip of his cock and then goes all the way in, swearing almost touching her cervix and making her see stars in more ways than one. The stimulation of having finished earlier along with the one mixed with being fucked so roughly is too much to bear, and if she wasn't lying on the desk her legs would have already surrendered to the floor.

The ink Indra used to write with spills onto the paper he was taking care of, but nothing seems to matter less to him as he shifts position, getting out of her and flipping her over so that she lies on her back. He lifts both her legs as he pulls her ass up to the edge of the desk, and has her hold herself up from under her knees to expose her used pussy.

"You love my fucking cock, don't you?" he asks over her mouth as he penetrates her both ways, dick piercing her lower lips and tongue transgressing those above. He's everywhere at once, and (Y/N) can't conjure up words, incoherent sounds and the occasional broken "please". She has no idea what she's asking for, as her body can't cope with more pleasure, but she needs something.

Indra spits into her mouth as he holds the edges of the desk above her head, hovering over her figure and thrusting into her just as hard from the start. This man's stamina is nothing to test, and it's only boredom that will make him lose interest in destroying her. Of course, that never happens.

He slows the pace for a few seconds to grab her by the jaw, slap her gently as if to get her attention again, get her to stare at him. "Ask for it, (Y/N)." And she knows exactly what he wants, taking advantage of the drop in rhythm to make room for the words she couldn't articulate before.

"Fill me... fill me with your cum, please!"

The feeling of inexplicable power that he gets after hearing her asking for him, requesting to be flooded with his essence and to be invaded in such an intimate sense is the most exhilarating sensation in the world, and although he never admits it, it's all he needs from her.

"Such a good fucking girl..." That's all Indra needs to find the north of his arousal, and while it takes him a few more thrusts, he eventually enters her like a train with no brakes and leaves it all inside her, seed deposited deep inside her cunt and overflowing a few minutes later.

The Otsutsuki comes out of her but doesn't let her get up, and when he sees that his finish is leaking out of (Y/N)'s pussy, he uses two fingers to scoop it up and put it back in, making sure it all stays inside her.

[ca-suffit]

sorry how long this is, but this fandom is pissing me off so much and I need to rant a little before I explode lol.

-- madeleine (nonchalantly) says of sleeping with a literal nazi, "I was inviting a frightened boy to cradle my tits," and then when louis turns her we see this as a pleasant memory, and I'm supposed to believe someone who could take pity on a nazi (even if he "wasn't dedicated to the cause") and remember him fondly isn't going to be racist? so I'm the weird one for finding claudeine to be a gross ship and being exasperated by seeing edits of them flood my dash? and every time I talk about this on ANY platform, I mostly get ignored and the few people who do interact w my posts are denying it and saying she had to do it to survive, as if she didn't also literally say she grew up rich like 30 seconds prior.

-- a decent chunk of the anti lestat crowd insists he participated in the trial as an act of revenge and can't say his name w/o talking about how they hate him (bc his racism + abuse), and these are the same people going apeshit over ben daniels saying that santiago was gay and in love with armand, as if he isn't one of the most antiblack characters we've met on the show bc he was quite literally eager to put on the trial solely bc he hated louis for falling asleep during one of his performances. and don't get me started on his monologue about claudia's ashes. and yet ppl are excitedly eating ben's interview up. 🙄

-- the narrative literally showing us that lestat has changed since the attempted murder (going off script on the trial in defense of louis & claudia, taking accountability for his abuse, staying silent about the fact that he was the one to save louis & letting him leave w armand when we know how terrifying being alone is for lestat, spending decades living in that shack and eating rats to punish himself vs the hedonistic & decadent lifestyle we saw him living in s1) and the anti lestat crowd claiming this is just him being manipulative and are furious that the writers had louis forgive him. like normally I agree that it's in very poor taste to paint an abuser as sympathetic, but the thing about this show is that these characters are immortal and have all the time in the world to change. like this isn't the writers sweeping it under the rug, they're explicitly acknowledging how horrific lestat's behavior was and there are literally canon glimpses showing us that lestat has become a better person (and I'm sure this will be fleshed out more next season as we'll get his pov) and, like, isn't it a good thing to see an abusive character realize the error of their ways and alter their behavior and become better????? like it's fair to not want to see that, but this is the wrong show to be watching if you can't handle seeing abusers change their ways & being forgiven by the people they've hurt (especially since it's pretty much confirmed armand/daniel is going to happen at some point and given I'm sure they'll be circling around each other, I feel confident that louis will eventually forgive armand too)

ur fine, u can rant! I have a lot in my inbox but I try to get to it all eventually in whatever way.

idk how much u wanted me to comment on anything or not, but I'm gonna add comments and u do whatever u want with it.

a) ur never going to have an easy time criticizing a white woman in fandom. it reflects too much of what fandom is usually made up of and ppl will usually tell u it's misogyny to judge these characters if u ever try (most of the time it's not, but that's a convenient excuse to shut down convos).

the show intentionally makes everyone do p questionable shit, especially the white characters. it doesn't tell u how to feel about it, that's up to u. that makes ppl uncomfortable. it goes further too when it is someone like madeleine, who is otherwise seen in positive ways. it's reflective of real life and that's what scares ppl the most. nobody ever fits in a box of only "good" or "bad." a lot of what the book for IWTV asks too is what defines that anyways? and S1 also said "are we the sum of our worst moments?" so it is constantly asking u that and it is for u to decide and reflect on.

b) white, gay stuff is also gonna be popular in fandoms. ben daniels is also gay irl and his husband just died so there's crossover from that to praising his character bcuz ppl feel sympathy for him. I also think ppl detach more from his actions bcuz he's not romantically linked to the characters he's torturing. ppl also just honestly dgaf about antiblackness anyways so for most ppl it's easy to overlook. which is how we get posts like this.

I mean, u can also like whatever characters u like for any reason. some ppl like characters not bcuz they support what they do, but bcuz they're just enjoyable to watch in performance or connection to the plot or whatever. I think examining santiago after what ben said about his performance is something ppl should be able to do, and again it circles back to the stuff I wrote for madeleine. where does ur (general u) discomfort lie and why? as u said, if it's ppl who dislike lestat then it's worth looking at that too, why are the characters different then?

c) there's sort of 2 things happening for this part. the first is that 2x8 did have pacing issues, for whatever reasons. a lot of ppl felt like it flattened the plot and characters for the sake of making lestat look the best (over armand) and rly shoving it in out of nowhere. the second part is what u said about the themes. I've always figured they were going to explore forgiveness and personal growth, but I also know it isn't going to be easy for ppl to follow. hopefully the full seasons coming do a better job of this but for 2x8 there were a lot of reasons ppl felt crazy about the way it was shown to us. I also agree that other characters will have these journeys with each other too. it was just such a sharp turn for S2 to end on highlighting the white character we've otherwise seen as being p horrible and suddenly saying "it's the brown character who rly did the worst!" I don't think they intended to come across like that but it's how it landed for a lot of ppl. it doesn't mean ppl have an issue with the concept of forgiveness and stuff otherwise. we'll have to see how it goes. but ya there's 2 things going on there for this rn.

[krash-and-co]

haven't done this in a while, so here !! l&co as stuff I've heard/said in the past few months, bc I don't remember exact exchanges before then 👍👍

arguably more unhinged for reasons unknown. fate of Gods favorite clown idk

Lucy: I thought Billie Joe Armstrong went to the moon for a long time, honestly.

~

Lucy: [calling Barnes] there's a stranger at our house. she tried really hard to get in, and--

Lockwood, in the distance: we broke all the stranger danger rules.

Lucy: we broke all the stranger danger rules.

~

Holly: Lockwood, you have the coolest style.

Lockwood: thanks!

Lucy: what?!? she just tells me I look gay.

Lucy: and homeless.

~

holly: I want to help disabled kids ride a tricycle. wait, I meant to say horses.

lockwood: you want to help disabled horses ride a tricycle??????

~

Lucy: I don't have mommy issues I just don't like my mom.

~

Lucy: you gave me a framed photo for my birthday

Lucy: and within thirty minutes you stepped on it.

Lockwood: but then I bought you a new frame!!!

Lucy: and then I opened it, and it looked like you stepped on it.

Lockwood: well I'm not buying you another one.

~

skull: ugh, theyre so obsessed with how they look.

lucy, nodding: yeah, they're all "oh I'm so perfect!" preps. they definitely shave their legs.

~

Lockwood: I need to work on my swearing problem, cuz there are adults around and they don't li-- *drops thermos* ow FUCK

~

Lockwood: shut the windows. shut the fucking windows, I feel like we're being watched.

Lucy: hahaha, this is fucking terrifying.

Lockwood: here are the knives.

Holly: do you have any baseball bats? I don't want to stab people.

George: no, but we have crutches. we can hit people with them.

Holly, nodding: that's good.

~

Lockwood: I'm stupid.

Kipps: no you're not- yes you are. I don't know why I said you're not, so I had to correct myself.

~

holly: if we kill someone, we'll get in.... trouble.

~

George: shit!! I mean fuck!!! I mean crap!!!

Lucy, hitting him repeatedly: stop CURSING YOU FUCKING-- DANG IT!!!!!

~

Holly: do you ever get the urge to be randomly violent, like-

[loud clatter as lockwood and kipps beat each other up in the background]

holly: yeah like that.

~

Kipps, on searching for Bobby: I used to just grab any kid I saw about his height with brown hair, but that caused problems.

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Lucy: what's your biggest fear?

Lockwood: what? spiders.

Lucy: no the other one

Lockwood: change.

Lucy: no the-- the other one.

George: what do you WANT FROM HIM-

~

lucy: you're going to make me have a gambling addiction.

skull, nodding: that's the idea.

~

George: pff my mom says im special.

Lockwood: im also special! they put me in classes about it.

[Lockwood and George burst out laughing while everyone else stares]

~

[Lucy and George are punching each other, screaming, and spewing out profanity in sign language]

George: literally nobody even looked up

Lucy: we're at the point where it's normal

George: yeah, haha!

Lucy: haha!

[a moment of heavy breathing and grinning before they begin fucking attacking each other again]

~

George, to Lucy: ugh im so sore. why do you keep punching me.

[Lucy punches him]

~

ok last one but this was a hell of a fucking convo and it was so funny everyone just jumped in with random twists 😭😭

[kipps crew, l&co, and flo are all sitting in barnes otherwise empty office]

George: kipps sounds terminally online, but I can't figure out yet if it's the normal kind or if he has. like. a kin list.

Lucy: the two extremes. normal or homestuck.

George: I read all of homestuck but it's okay I'm normal now

skull: im-

lucy: skull YOU'RE terminally online, but like the video gamer kind. kipps sounds like he had a my hero academia phase.

Lockwood: I was friends with someone who would roleplay mha all the time.

George: like pretend to have powers or something?

Lockwood: no, like pretend to be the characters. interact as them.

bobby: I don't roleplay, but I like to imagine I'm a different person with powers sometimes :)

ned: ha, furry.

flo: furry? one of my friends knows a furry who got her tail stolen, and she's in the office right now.

Lockwood: like today??

flo: yeah today. she's there right now.

Lockwood: [silence] oh.

flo: yeah they just. yoink.

[silence]

bobby: .....im not a furry but--

Lucy: aaaand gonna stop you right there before you make things worse for yourself

kat: why can't we EVER have normal conversations

[the-kr8tor]

Seems like you didn't pay the wheel ANGST IS UPON US MUAHAHA... And no, not just any angst... We're going Zombie Apocalypse angst. Daily Hobie HC! Imagine if Hobie got bit. I feel like he'd definitely hide it from you, just wanting to spend his last days with you in peace before the infection takes over, and he has to leave you to fend for yourself. Color day by day slowly drains from his face. You're worried, especially how every time you came back from a patrol, he's immediately got his arms around you, kissing every inch of your face like it's his last day. If only you knew. That stopped a week ago. Now, he looks tired, his eyes sunken. He's isolating himself from you, despite you two living in his boathouse/the bunker. The only time he ever 'sleeps' is when you're out, and if you try to cuddle with him, Hobie leaves. He knows it hurts you. It hurts him too, seeing you so upset. But..he just wants to see your face until he goes. He can't be near you, otherwise the urges to bite and infect you will start to act up, so instead he just watches afar as you slowly break because of him. It's all his fault. But the last thing he wants to see before his memory goes is your face. He wants the last thing he remembers is your heartbroken expression because he deserves it. He deserves to watch you suffer. He deserves to know that he's the cause of your heartbreak. Your grief. Your sorrow. Your frustrations, anger, all of it. He deserves to know that he stripped all your happiness away. Because he let you suffer. He doesn't want to hurt you, or tell you. He doesn't want you to worry about him, and so, Hobie lets you down slowly. The week you find out, is the week he never comes back, leaving you heartbroken and wondering, until you're on patrol, killing zombies...you can see a zombie with messy wicks and piercings and..It's Hobie. He doesn't remember you at all, more intent on biting that sweet flesh of yours, making you one of the zombies. To kill you. You call out his name, trying to get him back into his senses. He's still newly, fully zombi-fied..so maybe you have a chance. Unfortunately, you end up with no choice but killing him, and the rest of the horde. Once the massacre is over, you run over to Hobie's corpse, falling to your knees, gloved hands touching his rotting skin. You can't believe that this happened. Maybe everyone else was right. Two people surviving in an apocalypse only exists in fairytales. - 🐦‍⬛

NOOOOO THE WHEEL HAS BETRAYED ME 😭

DAILY HOBIE HC!!!

Why u hurt me? Why u gotta hurt me, 🐦‍⬛anon? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 My heart was hurting the entire time i was reading this 😭😭😭

This was so good tho like him savouring all the time he has with you even if it kills him and even if you can see him hurting 😭 and then he leaves and everything clicks in place and now you're trying to find him or whatever semblance your Hobie still has in the rotting shambling body that lunges at you 😭😭😭 and what if you just let him bite you? What If you just give up? Because what's the point of surviving when he's not there to help pick up the pieces of yourself and you're not there to do the same for him? When he sinks his teeth in you, you smile instead of sobbing because at least now you're still together, even though you're both husks of what you used to be

(you've convinced me, send me a request for zombie au pls! (Except for angst bc the angst machine in my head is currently not working and all it wants is fluff and action lol))

[funsized-panda]

BECAUSE THEY'RE MY BABIES AND I NEED TO SPREAD THE AGENDA ABOUT THEM

LightningStorm hcs? 🥺🙏

HEHEHE YES

SOME NSFW TOPICS MENTIONED!!

they absolutely HATED each other before anything

those mfs wanted to see each other burn

then they realized they were gay

they both denied it for the longest time

Jackson actually was training with Cruz when she brought up Lightning

the look on Jackson's face was so lovesick

Cruz immediately just "omfg you're gay for Mcqueen!"

"No! >:T" (lies)

the third time they raced next to each other, it was intense

even the crowd could feel the tension

after the race they talked (like all racers do, dw)

all anyone saw was them both blushing like mad trying to be cool

eventually they stopped being idiots and went to friends to lovers

they really on that enemies to friends to lovers train and I love thay trope sm

Lightning asked out Storm

Jackson was SO NERVOUS

he almost said no out of pure anxiety

when he told Lightning that later on in their relationship he CACKLED

Also used it to tease Jackson

their first date was super cute tho

they were all dressed up and went out on the town

once they were official everyone was eating it up

Lightning ALWAYS had a hand on Jackson

that man's secret love language is touch and you can't tell me otherwise

during off season the two with go back and forth between their towns

eventually Jackson just moves to RS and just becomes apart of the family dynamic they all have there

they cuddle and watch movies on the nights they're both struggling to sleep

they smoke 🍃 and do the deed

Lightning will sit there taking drags as Jackson sucks him off

the bedroom life is insane for them

Jackson is a WHORE when it comes to things in his mouth

when they're not in the bedroom, he has to have gum, candy, mints, anything to keep him settled

in the bedroom? if Lightning's cock/fingers aren't in his mouth immediately that man will be a full fucking brat

Jackson isn't the only dirty one tho

Lightning loves being called sir/master

he won't be nice if Storm doesn't call him something like that

except daddy is off the table

neither of them like that

Lightning is a whore for Jackson and vice versa

if Jackson wears slightly revealing clothing or his shirt rides up?

it's done. Lightning is pining that mf to a wall and Jackson isn't walking for a good few hours

they love marking each other

Lightning loves when he can leave hickies/bruises all over Jackson. especially bc of the vice grip he has on Jackson's hips during it

Jackson loves it too

Lightning loves when Jackson leaves hickies in return

they both enjoy the idea of people knowing they own each other

if there's ever a race Lightning isn't in, he's in the pit as Jackson's crew chief

that mf has been racing for years. You think he's not gonna let his rookie in on the secrets?

everyone is jealous/angry with Jackson bc he learns all the tricks (old and new) from Lightning and wins basically every race

Cruz is even jealous but not like "wtf i should be winning this!?" its more of a "how did i not know these tricks????"

but she's just happy one of the guys she helped train is getting those wins

anytime one of them wins, they both know it'll be a long night

as soon as they step in the trailer, they're handsy and all over one another

one time in an interview, they got asked if they would adopt kids and they both paled

neither of them want kids

not because they hate them exactly, but it's just not for them

they in turn said they were happy with their golden retriever and black cat back home

they're both basically children anyway

when they first announced the relationship, there was some backlash bc of the age gap

since Jackson is in his twenties and Lightning his forties, people thought it was very... yeah

it eventually calmed down tho and everyone just enjoys the two tho

they bounce off one another like crazy

Lightning is very laid back in public, which gives Jackson the opportunity to be chaotic af

Lightning swears sometimes he'll get gray hairs from Jackson

even jokes about it in interviews

at home it's complete opposite

Jackson is calm and relaxed and Lightning is the one bouncing off the walls

same person, opposite reactions basically

THEYRE END GAME

When Lightning proposes to Jackson, they do it in a private setting

somewhere really nice. like a little forest hideout they found one day that became their favorite spot

they were gonna announce it in style but Lightning slips up

Jackson won a race after almost losing and everyone just heard Lightning basically scream

"THATS MY HUSBAND"

everyone lost their shit

there you go 🥰

if you don't like this then oh well. scroll on pookie

[queen-scribbles]

Trinne/Lann epilogue

Sweet Shelyn, this is almost 2k😅 ---

∙ They get a couple years of peace and quiet just the two of them to figure out being married without the Worldwound hanging ominously in the background, start settling into a routine and adjusting to quirks, that sort of thing. (Look, I know Trinne has foibles, Lann's gotta have some too, even if it's minor stuff, there will be things to work out.)

∙ The adventuring/visiting Lann's mom/etc mostly happens in that first couple years. Trinne was already a wandering soul before her arrival at Kenabres, she's more than happy to go on sea-faring adventures and an indefinite stay in Nerosyan with her husband. :3 (esp. bc in Nerosyan she and Ria can chat. And they have the same favorite subject. >:3)

∙ Trinne figures out pretty damn quick the first time she gets pregnant bc her cycle is normally so regular you could use it to start a calendar. 😅 Missing one is easy to catch. Waits another month just to be safe before she tells Lann. He is, of course, over the moon and just a teeny tiny bit anxious. He wants kids, they've talked abut this, but there's an inherent added danger with him being a mongrel they can't ignore.

∙ He swears not to coddle her too much bc he knows how capable she is yada yada. She has no intention of holding him to that promise bc she knows he won't be able to keep it the whole nine months. (a wise decision on her part, he doesn't, he can't help it xD)

∙ It's right around this point they go back to visit the mongrels and find out Sull died. Someone's been serving as interim leader, but they're ready for Lann to step in as chief. That combined with Trinne being pregnant is enough they decide to stay put for a while. (Which Trinne appreciates; morning sickness and seasickness are individually awful, she doesn't need to deal with both at the same time xD) They've gotten to see plenty of the world, time to focus on the kids part of their goal for a few years.

∙ Trinne gets really big really early, to the point a couple people comment about it being unusual for her first pregnancy. This ratchets Lann's anxiety a teeny bit higher, thinking about his brothers and worrying if the baby's a mongrel and will be a hard birth. (It doesn't help he overhears Trinne joke to Seelah this kid either moves a lot or has an unfair number of elbows. He's half convinced it's some multi-armed mongrel kid (who they'll love, obviously--assuming he or she survives and what about Trinne?)

∙ She's always ready to calm him down if she sees him getting nervous; nothing feels wrong, just big. It's not until the last month or so she gets a lil bit of Pregnancy Jitters herself. (She goes on bedrest the last couple weeks and it drives her CRAZY with boredom. Especially bc she can't find a comfy position to sit in for sketching. V grumpy bard.) Lann really struggles with not coddling her the last month or two.

∙ His mom is visiting when Trinne goes into labor, which proves to be a good thing, only partly bc she's a "voice of experience". Lann's so torn between 'I can't watch' and 'I wanna be with my wife' that Trinne's eventually like "I love you, but OUT" and Seelah and/or Ria have to pull him from the room and distract him so he doesn't explode from stress.

∙ It's not a mongrel baby, it's twins. :D

∙ And they look "normal" when all is said and done and Lann's allowed back in the room (lol). Trinne: "See there was an unfair number of elbows--because it's an unfair number of children."

∙ Looks like 100% normal, 100% identical twin boys with a ridiculous amount of hair ("I thought babies were bald").

∙ Until they open their eyes while Trinne and Lann are mid-stress-relief-laugh and it turn out that's not entirely the case--one of them has one reptilian eye. It's the same color as Lann's lizard-side eye(and also on the left), so pretty obvious where it came from even if Trinne jokes she DID introduce dragon blood so they can't know. That's it. Otherwise he and his brother are 100% human-looking.

∙ The way Lann practically melts upon Trinne being okay(his first concern tbh) and gives her along, long kiss before even asking to hold one of their(!!!!) kids(!!!!).

∙ Name the boys Rian and Jory. (Rian has the lizard eye) They stay 99.5% identical growing up, love to play at being pirates so they can wear eyepatches and make people guess which of them is which. >:D (It tickles them pink that Trinne and Lann a) play along and act unsure but b) always guess right) It's not until late teens/early twenties when they do different hairstyles/clothes that it gets easier for non-family(and non-Aunt Seelah or Uncle Woljif) people to tell them apart.

∙ There's another kid three years after the boys--a girl they name Genevieve. Lann comments that's an awful lot of name for someone so small, Trinne points out they don't have to use the whole thing("we can shorten it 'til you think she'll fit," she teases). They call her Eve, which sticks basically her whole life aside from formal or You're In Big Trouble, Young Lady situations.

∙ Rian and Jory have so-dark-it's-almost-black brown hair and hazel eyes that can look light brown or green depending on the light. You can see bits of both parents in them, even aside from the lizard eye--Trinne's jaw and ears, Lann's human-side cheekbones and eyebrows.

∙ Eve, on the other hand, is the spitting (female) image of her daddy if he weren't half-lizard; green eyes and the lighter brown hair etc. (So claims Trinne, invoking 'artist's eye for faces' if Lann protests. Which he does. "She's too pretty to look like me." // "I think you're pretty." // "You're biased."// "Damn straight I am. 😘" /cue the boys screeching in exaggerated disgust as Mom and Dad kiss for TWENTY WHOLE SECONDS in the middle of prepping dinner or whatever.

(∙might do another daughter, Aviva, but I'm still deciding about her. IF she does exist, she's probably an adorable lil tiefling owing to the whole Savamelekh sting thing bc I'm sorry Owlcat but you can't have something that dramatic happen to a party member[MY ROMANCE] and expect me not to do something with it esp. if you won't. I just really like the idea of her being tickled she has horns like her daddy but she's specialer bc she has T W O horns and Lann really leaning into it and playing it up 🥰)

∙ Lann makes Trinne the rat pastries every year for her birthday and their anniversary (3 Neth) and any other time she asks. He does a lot of experimenting with cooking and turns out to be very good at it with access to proper ingredients. Much better than her, for sure.

∙ He is, to no one's surprise except maybe his own, an extremely good chief for the mongrels. Once everything's established and running smoothly he will still occasionally leave someone else in charge and go off on adventures(sometimes solo, sometimes with Trinne + kids. Those are fun :D).

∙ Trinne occasionally runs into people who recognize her or piece together from descriptions they've heard that she's the former Knight-Commander(for good or ill), and has to deal with brief bout of celebrity. She's not exactly a wallflower type personality, so even when traveling it can crop up when she catches people's attention.

∙ Trinne is v happy she ditched being Commander before having kids, she wants time with her husband and babies more than she wants to be in charge. xD (her "beautiful boys" she says pre-Eve, which makes Lann roll his eyes)

∙ She DOES genuinely find him attractive, but he's so easy to fluster via teasing about being handsome/pretty/etc that she can't help doing it a lot. >:3 She means every word, no matter how jokingly delivered.

∙ [also] As a result of Savamelekh's sting, I'm toying with saying Lann gets a comparatively long life for a mongrel. Still dies young by human/half-elf standards, but for all his joking about ten years, I'm thinking about giving him twice that and calling it demon venom CON boost. xD (There is a scar from the sting, right below his solar plexus. Not big or obvious, just a little half inch long red mark that never goes away no matter the healing magic. It's ticklish, but only Trinne knows that. :3)

∙ When he dies, there's not really even external signs of aging, just things giving out. Trinne thinks it's monstrously unfair she doesn't even get to tease him about going grey and still has to watch him die. (She started getting grey streaks a little before then and he 100% teased her, no fair she doesn't get to return the favor. don't take him, she's not ready yet)

∙ Knowing mongrels tend to die young and they got way longer than expected doesn't make it hurt any less. She's also mad he won't even get to see their kids grow all the way up. (the twins would be 17ish by this point :) ) Lann is trying very hard to focus on the "got an extra decade married to the most beautiful woman on Golarian, biased who me?" angle.

∙ Lann makes one (1) joke about going off to die alone so she doesn't have to watch the process(bc he remembers how hard it was with his dad). Trinne immediately is all incensed; "DON'T. YOU. DARE. Get it through your idiot potato head[affectionate] I want you around as long as possible--" She tries to undercut the vehemence of her instinctive reaction with something jokey about not depriving her of his handsome face and wonderful sense of humor sooner than necessary but it's too late, he saw how much the idea rattles her and he's like "Okay, okay, I won't."//"You promise?"// "Promise." and he doesn't.

∙ So, in sum, extremely happy life together, though not nearly as long as either of them would want, all 99% of their adventures are of their own choosing, three--possibly four--wonderful children. Not a bad life, overall. <3