#but also like they find comfort in the others

[totalswag]

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I read your drew fic with the arrest and I loved it!! I was wondering if reader was preforming bed chem outro instead of the back up singer it’s Drew and they get a little to carried away in front of the crowd. If That makes sense💕

bed chem ⎯ DREW STARKEY

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summary drew coming on stage at the very end of your song and you both get lost in the moment for a second in front of fans.

warning(s) mentions of intimate positions, kissing, touching.

Earlier in the show, you arrested Drew, your boyfriend, for being too hot— everyone in the arena went crazy seeing him. What they aren't expecting to Drew making a second appearance.

At the very end of bed chem one of your backup dancers will come into frame holding a camera on his shoulder, and when the curtain closes you pretend to do intimate things then the stage lights go off.

Prior to the show you asked Drew if he would be okay to go this— he agreed. Making sure he's comfortable was your first priority. He talked about different ways coming on stage that were so funny.

You start singing the final chorus of bed chem on your knees, legs wide out and free hand in front of you as you lean forward. The curtain signal is about to close. From the corner of your vision, you can see Drew approaching with the camera on his shoulder, dressed in dark pants and a white tank top—fans immediately began to cheer as he entered the frame.

He looked so good you couldn't control the redness of your cheeks spreading like a teenager seeing their crush.

To make the moment better, you sway your body around on the bed, allowing yourself to relax. Drew is looking at you with a smile on his face as he gets closer to the edge of the bed.

Motioning him to get closer— he lifts one leg on the bed as the curtain makes its way around the bed. Slowly setting down the camera on the edge of the bed.

You moved closer to Drew, pressing your bodies together in a false display of intimacy. Drew played along well, massaging your sides as he drew you closer. The crowd's cheers intensified, and the excitement in the arena reached a fever pitch.

You leaned in and kissed Drew deeply, as the curtain began to close behind you. The kiss was supposed to be a tease, a staged performance for the spectators, but you found yourself becoming lost in it.

Drew's hands crept up to cradle your face, his touch soft yet forceful. You forgot about the crowd, the cameras, and everything. It was just you and Drew, completely lost in each other.

Your hands drag down his bare chest, and he leaps forward into you at the gentleness of your touch, sending lightning down your body. 

Once the lights turn off you both pull away from each other. Everything in your body right now is all over the place you think you are gonna explode. You are breathing heavily.

"You always know how to put on a show," he said quietly, his voice hoarse.

You giggled softly, your fingertips tracing the contour of his jawline. "And you always know how to make it unforgettable."

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a touch apart;

mr. crawling x f!reader

plot: allowing mr. crawling to get closer, he tries his best to make you happy, trying all sorts of things — themes: oral (receiving), touching, smut, limited dialogue as i tried to keep it how it is in the game — w.c: 0.9k

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On the rare occasion that bedrest wouldn’t help you recover, Mr. Crawling would grow equally restless along with you, although more so just confused. In his mind, it would be his fault for not being safe enough for you. He watched over you as you rested, and kept his height to a minimum to ensure your comfort, and yet, you could never relax fully in this place.

In recent times however, you had been allowing him to get closer than usual—more than ever before, in fact. No longer did you react to his spontaneous hugs and head pats by pushing him away, and instead allowed for him to close whatever brief distance you both had. No longer did you also feel surprised to see him there all of the time, doting on you and waiting for you—instead rather, expecting him to be there.

So, when you again, didn’t quite turn him away, he crept closer towards you with a different sort of intention in mind.

He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, but he knew that he wanted to be closer to you, any other sort of reaction was almost unacceptable in his mind.

He reeled you in close, feeling your frame mould to his own like the missing part of a puzzle that he never knew he was missing, finding solace in completing each other.

You sat on the bed, watching as he crawled towards you, stopping right where you sat. His hands wrapped around your legs in a needy hug, resting his head against your thighs. In return, you tried to offer a head pat back, offering soft and soothing languid gestures over his silky black hair.

Mr Crawling’s touches weren’t immediately invasive right away, although his touch dabbled on something slightly beyond just explorative, reaching further beyond than he perhaps meant to go. His ghostly palms slid over your thighs, brushing milky-smooth languid touches along your supple skin. However, immediately retracting his caressing from the moment you tensed up, fearing that he had done something wrong.

In a curious tone, he tried to assess the situation, “Pain here?”

You shook your head, hoping to shake off the creeping blush that settled over your complexion too. You weren’t entirely opposed to him exploring your body in that way, but you also wanted him to understand what he was doing.

Mr. Crawling then paused for a moment before returning his hands to the area once more, intently studying your reaction as he went along. As if mentally logging that your state was flustered, he seemed to register a certain thought in mind, his expression changing from cautious to curious.

“Happy?” he asked instead, his voice very soft.

Stifling your need, you nodded while chewing on your bottom lip.

Understanding the memo, Mr. Crawling carefully slipped his fingers just below your concealed sex, poking a finger inside to study your potential reactions. He seemed to successfully register that touching certain parts of your body meant for unique reactions, which made him feel excited in return, so this was a reaction that he definitely wanted to explore.

Moving forward with a tentative touch, he eventually let you wiggle out of your underwear, dropping the pair to gather right at your ankles. He then moved his fingers a little closer on one hand, using his other palm to spread your legs further apart with an idea in mind.

Slowly, he moved his head forward, propping his tongue out and licking where his fingers parted away at the folded area of your heat, seeking out the area where you were the most responsive. Your clit tingled as he successfully connected to it, biting back a barely contained whimper. Mr. Crawling took note of your flushed state, understanding that this must have been your body’s happy zone, before lapping at it in all sorts of various ways, only repeating the motions that seemed to gather the strongest response.

Such feelings were greatly reciprocated by you as you involuntarily anchored your hand over his raven locks, clawing—grappling tight against his hair—reeling in whatever you could in a fit of feverish need. Mr. Crawling all the while continued to flick his tongue against your sensitive bud, letting your pleasure rise to an almost burning peak—yet only teasingly so. Mr. Crawling, unbeknownst to his fleeting spurs of your own received pleasure, kept pulling back to catch glimpses of your flustered state.

Slowly but surely, you grew closer to your anticipated end, which he seemed to catch onto. Changing things up slightly to keep up with you, Mr. Crawling sped up the motions towards an almost hectic fervour, wanting nothing more than to give you as much of his ‘help’ as he possibly could physically accomplish.

Your thighs soon tightened and clamped shut from such searing anticipation; your fingernails clawing against his scalp as the rolling bliss finally mounted, until at last, the coiling warmth from within the confines of your stomach had at last constricted beyond the point of no return, uncoiling radiating sweeps of pooling pleasure flooded your core, so desperately pent-up, coming undone at long, long last.

Noticing such a reaction, Mr. Crawling appeared to be both happy and confused at your ruffled state, bringing you closer towards him right away, sitting you on the ground with his arms wrapped right around you in a tight hug. He seemed to understand that you greatly enjoyed such a thing but remained confused as to why you looked so distressed—so agitated, almost.

“Happy?” he asked again, his chin resting atop your head.

You breathlessly nodded, leaning into his chest, taking note of his obvious arousal now evidently pressing against you.

A thought entered your mind as you slowly caught your breath again.

Maybe you should return the favour?

[blessthosewhocurseyou]

One thing is I have certain hobbies I want to keep as my escape from responsibilities which means turning them into a job would not work because the dynamic would be so fundemantly different. I think what I'd prefer is a job where I feel I am doing something important (do have to get over some insecurities and fears that I would ruin everything) but it isn't like my number 1 thing to do because I would like to keep those things in a way where I don't have schedules to meet and clients to work for etc.

Like I used to think I'd just take anything that pays well (it's a little bit of a counter reaction from growing up poor I would like to have a comfortable amount of money especially if I end up with kids eventually) and I was so frustrated with people just making it about "what would you like to do" and refusing to take into account any other factors here but I think "do you find it important" is an angle that's also to overlooked. Like this isn't just "which of these activities is highest on the fun list", but also "would you feel like you are going meaningless busywork or would you feel like you're making a good impact on the world"

When you're a kid/teenager everyone expects you to base your career around your passions and interests and that works for a lot of people but it's not the full story. I wish they would also teach students to consider the lifestyle that career would require.

Like... if I had to choose a passion and work a career around it, I would probably work at a zoo or aquarium. But those jobs require a lot of schooling with STEM classes (which I hate) and a lot of early mornings (which make me feel ill) and an obligation to work in person with no flexibility to move (which makes me depressed). So even if I'd enjoy caring for animals all day, it's not a good career path for me.

My current job is travel writing, which is not my passion. I like it, but it's not my passion. But I work a flexible schedule, I can live anywhere, I get a travel stipend, and my team is really chill. So it works for me.

Rather than solely focusing on "What topics do you like?" I think we should ask students "Of the careers that suit your preferred lifestyle, which are the most interesting?"

[xxsquiddkiddxx]

Heels ~ Viktor x Reader

Pronouns for reader: She/Her

Relationship type: Platonic, romantic feelings, slight enemies to lovers if you unfocus your eyes a bit

General Idea: Viktor used to hate the sound of those damn boots of hers, but now he's grown to find an odd sense of comfort in the noise. Along with... a series of other feelings.

Content Warnings: Fluff, swearing, Viktor being sassy, s1 Viktor, Takes place between S1E3~E4, Viktor's kinda down bad but in a denial way, Viktor also isn't good at realizing he has feelings for the reader, Jayce needs a 32hr nap

A/N: My Viktor headcanons got a LOT more love than I thought they would... so I decided to write some more Viktor XD

(Nobody's POV, but it's mostly told. through Viktor's thoughts)

~☆~

The lab was pretty much silent. The only sounds heard were the sounds of Viktor tinkering with a Hextech device and the occasional flipping of pages as (Y/N) read some notes that Jayce had written. It was late, definetly past midnight as the two worked.

"(Y/N)," Viktor says, breaking the silence. The girl's head pops up at the sound of her name. "Come here for a second? I need a second pair of hands."

"Be right there." She says, finishing the page she was on. She stands up and walks towards him, the sound of her boots hitting the tile as she walks.

Clack

Click

Clack

Viktor used to hate the sound of her boots. "Those damn boots are so annoying," He had complained to Jayce during the first week of (Y/N) working as a part-time assistant. "Click clack click clack, drives me insane!" He had mocked before sighing.

"Viktor... don't both your boots AND your cane make that noise as well?"Jayce had responded, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smile. This made Viktor at a loss for words.

"Well... It's annoying when she does it!" He had sassed back in response, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

That was 3 years ago. Now, he found a weird sense of comfort in hearing the sound of her boots hit the floor. He couldn't explain why, enjoyment of familiarity maybe?

"What's up?" (Y/N) says, standing behind Viktor. The smell of her perfume was almost overwhelming to him, overloading his senses. Which was weird, seeings as it must've been almost 13 hours since she'd last applied perfume. And that doesn't last long... was he delusional? Or maybe just tired? Whatever. It doesn't matter.

"Yeah, I just need you to hold this in place." Viktor says, not even looking up from what he's doing. He gestures to a little piece of metal he's holding. (Y/N) leans over Viktor and holds the piece in place as requested. The scientist trys his best to ignore the feeling of her closeness and the racing of his heart... holy crap was it warm in here? It must've been. Although it seemed strange to him that it was magically warm in here all of a sudden. This spirals him into a memory, a memory that took place a little less than a week prior to now.

Viktor sat at his desk, for once not to work on Hextech, but to run his hands through his hair and stay deep in thought.

"Viktor?" Jayce asked. "Are you OK? You haven't been as focused as you normally are today. Did something happen?"

"I think... I think there's something genuinely wrong with me." Viktor says. "Like... maybe I'm coming down with something?? I don't know." Viktor stands up, leaning on his cane slightly for support.

"Oh?" Jayce asks, raising an eyebrow. "Could you, uh, possibly elaborate on that?"

"Well, for one everytime Ms.(L/N) comes near me I about have a damn heart attack." Viktor says, his cane clacking softly on the floor as he paces. "Like yesterday, perfect example. She accidently brushed my hand when she was passing me a paper and I actually thought I was dying."

Jayce suppresses a smile, trying not to laugh. Was Viktor really getting THIS worked up... over a little crush? "Oh?" Jayce says, still suppressing a smile. "Is that it?"

"Whenever she's near me, I swear to the gods that I become hyperaware of... like... everything." Viktor says. "Like the room feels warmer, her perfume or her shampoo is ALL I can smell, I'm almost convinced I know every single speckle of color in her eyes... I think I might actually be going crazy." Viktor says, stopping his pacing. "I'm positive. I've actually hit the breaking point and am decending into insanity."

Jayce now can't help but laugh. Maybe it was his lack of sleep from working on Hextech for days on end, maybe it was the seriousness in Viktor's voice about his "decent to madness." Jayce's laughter came out as almost wheezes due to how hard he was laughing.

Viktor throws his hands up in exasperatedness. "Jayce!" Viktor scolds. "This ISN'T funny! There's-"

This just makes Jayce laugh more and more. "Yes it is, Viktor." Jayce manages to say through wheezes. He's holding onto the desk for support as he laughs. It gets to the point where passersby become mildly concerned for the scientist's wellbeing. "I assure you you're not decending to madness."

"Then what the hell is going on????" Viktor exclaims, collapsing into his chair.

"Relax you just have a little crush, it's fine." Jayce says, wiping the tears of laughter away as he tries to steady his breathing.

"Viktor?" The sound of his name snaps him out of the memory. "You good? I think I said your name like five times." (Y/N) says with a chuckle. Viktor shakes his head slightly.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." Viktor says, continuing what he was doing. He tried to ignore the slight shake in his hands, the side of his own hand pressed against Ms. (L/N)'s own hand. When he's done. He about throws the screwdriver down. "Thank you for your assistance." Viktor says, the weight off his shoulders earning a little sigh of relief.

"Was that all you needed?" (Y/N) asks.

"I'm pretty sure, yeah." Viktor says. (Y/N) hums in response, walking over to her desk. Click, clack, click, clack. Her boots echo in the room. She grabs her coat and walks towards Viktor again.

"I'm gonna head out then." She says. Click, clack, click, clack. The sound of her boots ring in Viktor's head, a haunting sound that he didn't actually mind having on replay in his brain. "You should too soon." She says, her voice kind and soft.

Viktor's stomach feels like it's about to leap out of his body. Even though it was scientifically impossible, he couldn't help but worry about it. "I will soon." He says, the softness in his voice actually shocking him. Normally he'd just lie out his teeth and sleep in the lab, or not sleep at all. However, when he said that he would... he truly meant it. His eyes move away from the project and to (Y/N). "I'm just gonna finish this little bit up."

(Y/N) smiles, it's tired and small, but it's still a smile nonetheless. Seeing her smile along made the corners of his lips feel like they were moving on their own. He suppresses a smile the best he can, but it still shows on his face. "Goodnight, Viktor." She says, her voice still soft. She didn't speak full volume, and that for some reason made Viktor's heart rate skyrocket.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." He says, the same tone and volume as (Y/N). She turns and walks out of the room. Click, clack, click, clack. He listens to the sound of her shoes until they completely fade out.

"Relax you just have a little crush, it's fine."

Viktor didn't have a crush on (Y/N)... did he?

~☆~

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[dreamscapeee222]

Hello, I hope you're doing well and just wanted to say I love your writing 🙏

Could you please write scenarios for a reader that has trouble sleeping

Thank you if u do end up writing this ❤

A/n: I hope you like it !!

Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel

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Vi

Vi notices the dark circles under your eyes, and though she tries to brush it off, she can’t help but feel concerned. She’ll make sure to stick around late at night, even if it means sitting in silence with you while you try to fall asleep. If you ever have a bad night, she’ll offer to keep you company, maybe even making soft jokes to help calm your mind. "Hey, you know I’m always here. No need to stay awake alone."

Jinx

Jinx is a bit erratic when it comes to comforting you at night. On nights you can’t sleep, she’ll sometimes pace around with her weird gadgets, making odd noises to distract you. Other times, she’ll climb into bed with you, quietly holding onto you in a tight hug, just making sure you feel her presence. "I know how it is. Can’t sleep, but you’re not alone. I’m here." She'll sometimes hum quietly or whisper little things to ease your nerves.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn, ever the practical one, will try to find solutions—making herbal teas or drawing the curtains to block out any distractions. She’ll make sure the room feels as peaceful as possible for you. When you can’t sleep, she’ll curl up beside you, reading something quietly to help soothe you. "Just breathe, love. We’ll get through this." Her gentle tone and steady presence act like a lullaby, and though she may not fully understand, she’ll do whatever it takes to help you find rest.

Ekko

Ekko’s the type to offer to stay up with you, watching movies or talking about anything and everything to distract you from your racing thoughts. If it’s particularly bad, he’ll try to stay up with you as long as it takes, refusing to leave until you’re comfortable enough to sleep. "Don’t worry, we’ve got time. Just let’s hang out until you feel better." He’s patient, letting you know you don’t have to deal with it alone.

Jayce

Jayce isn’t great with emotions, but he tries his best to understand. When you can’t sleep, he’ll sit with you, his voice soft as he gently talks about mundane things to calm you down—science, the Council, anything that will distract you. He’ll be there in the quiet moments, his hand gently resting on your shoulder. "If you ever need me to stay up with you, I will. Just say the word." He’s sincere, even if he doesn't quite know what will make it better.

Viktor

Viktor’s compassionate but also very careful. He notices when you’re restless and won’t hesitate to offer small comforts—a warm drink, a blanket, and sometimes his own presence as he sits beside you, working quietly. If it’s late, he’ll try to find a way to calm your mind with gentle conversation or even offer a calming distraction, like explaining his latest project in a way that eases your worries. "It’s okay. Rest will come, just... breathe with me for a moment."

Mel

Mel’s the quiet and steady comfort you need when sleep doesn’t come easily. She’ll let you talk if you need to, though her calming presence is often enough. She’s a gentle listener, knowing just when to speak and when to let silence envelop you both. Sometimes, she’ll brush your hair back or run her fingers over your hand in a simple, comforting gesture. "Close your eyes, darling. I’m here. Everything will be okay."

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[sweetheartsaku]

(BLLK) 고엽 WITH THE AUTUMN LEAVES.

𝜗𝜚 SEISHIRO NAGI: LATTE PETUNIAS.

a/n: [fem!reader] SAKU ON HER BLLK WRITING STREAK ?! ( *｀ω´) how r we feelin blossom nation?!?! tysm for all the support i love all of yall so much! ^.^ 🤍

nagi seishiro’s handy guide most efficient ways to acquire the warmth of a lover.

number one, spam unbearable amounts of kisses.

especially in the morning, nagi gets extra clingy. when you turn the opposite direction to him, his body instinctively tries to find yours. all he wants is warmth, okay? no, not the blanket. you. he will literally pancake himself on top of you, cheek to cheek, pressing an insufferable number of kisses on your face.

you can feel him basically sinking into you! every bit of his 190 centimetres, basically enveloping you. you can feel his gentle lips gently and slowly trace every feature. he desperately wants to be under your skin, and the only way visible for him in his drowsy daze is by kissing you everywhere he can remember. when you try swat him away, it just makes him want to do it more. he just can't help it.

number two, nestle head in her thighs.

nagi loooves unwinding down after hassling hours of soccer training (he was practically forced to do) and resting his head on your lap. he loves to feel the plushness of your skin, especially if you're on the pudgier side. he just thinks it's more pillow for him.

he's so sleepy and he can practically pass out in that second, but he chooses to stay awake because somehow when he's with you, nothing feels like a hassle. he doesn't even realise it too, because it's all so natural and comforting to him. nagi loves to stroke and poke his fingertips along your thighs as his nose grazes near the top, feeling every bit of warmth on you.

number three, let her have the spot in between the couch and yourself. this also includes the spot closest to the wall when sleeping.

on saturday nights he always finds himself in his bed, playing doing his daily commissions on his phone. he looks so cute so focused like that, so you take it as a moment of vulnerability, crawling onto the mattress and discreetly fit yourself in between him and the wall his bed was pressed against. you dig your face into his chest as his arm circles behind you and holds you tight against him.

he swears you fit in his grasp perfectly. he can't help but lift the blanket up a little higher as your eyes find rest, legs tangle together and squeeze you a little tighter. when his arms get tired, he swivels to the side, and his heart races a little faster as he gets to see your pretty face and your hands clutching gently on his shirt. his one and only priceless view.

number four, rest head on her stomach. or butt, both is good.

is every part of your body this cozy all the time? he thinks to himself. he's basically smothered all over your skin and loves all the plush bits. nagi slowly rests his cheek on your tummy, tracing incoherent shapes and whatnot into the skin of your navel. it tickles when he lifts up your shirt (his) and runs his slender fingertips along your natural structure.

lying down on your stomach + on your phone, to him, visibly means you're doing nothing and entertained. this is nagi's perfect excuse to rest his face on your rear and cuddle close. he whips out his phone and loosens his body as he mindlessly reads.

number five, kiss from the collarbone to her jawline.

he's strict about collarbone and up, never the other way around. (he think everything a fuckin game) to him it's a like a reward, he gets to see your flustered face after trailing his lips on the skin most sensitive. he loves to have you on his lap as you soothe your hands along his spine, and loves peppering kisses adjacent to your jaw.

his lips are gentle, always brushing against your nape. his breath hitches as he realises you changed your shampoo, being so used to tucking his nose into the junction between your neck and shoulder. moments of intimacy like these remind him how effortlessly he gets you all hot and bothered, soul filled with love.

number six, let her run her hands through your hair, this will lead to head massages.

nagi's heart gets really fuzzy right when he's about to fall asleep, grip on his online bonobono manga loosening, head in between your thighs. you're watching tv, immersed in the series nagi promised you to marathon with till you look down at your boyfriend. his eyelids trying its hardest to stay open and lips slightly agape. he must be tired, you think.

you run your hands through his snow-like hair. it's soft and thick and your hands tangle through it effortlessly. your fingertips find its respective spot on his scalp, gently massaging it. it works. he thinks to himself.

number seven, bite her bottom lip whenever those rare lazy makeout sessions come along.

savours every moment of those subtle makeout sessions that occur as fleeting moments. the way her lips fit into mine is perfect, he thinks, as your gentle lips lock together. your delicate hand on his chin making its way to cradle his jaw makes his heart pound against his chest a little harder, your tender hums only make him keep going.

breathlessly, you both pull away with a little pop. he stares at your lips because he can't help but want to smash his on yours, again. all that he wants, all that's on his mind, is your velvety sweet kiss he'd die for. nagi gives you an earnest glance before lovingly intertwining his hands with yours, leaning back in to exchange love in this serene moment; that he'd never trade for the world.

[iamyelling]

there are literally so many other boot brands out there that make higher quality and more comfortable boots, for similar prices or slightly more but you’re getting a much better product. i do not understand the attachment to doc martens. yes there is a breaking in period for leather shoes but it should not be like that, it doesn’t have to be all that. literally you have the entire internet at your disposal please go find any other shoe maker. there are so many different types that also just look better imo for all different purposes.

true queer pain

[yapuniversity]

Thinking about Nanami coming back home after a long day at work, exhaustion clouding his eyes. He knocks on the front door and waits for a response. When he gets none, he rings the doorbell. When that also goes unanswered, he reaches into his bag and pulls out the keys, unlocking the door to your house. He finds it odd, your bubbly voice not filling the room like it always does when he comes back home from work.

“I'm home, sweetheart,” he calls out to you. When he gets no response, he walks over to the kitchen and finds you asleep on the chair at the dining table. A look of concern flashes over his face because you’re usually not asleep during this hour. Unless…he's extremely late from work. He immediately takes out his phone and does a quick time check. 1:30AM. He rubs his palm over his face in guilt and lets out a whispered curse directed to himself. He places down his work bag and his suit right where he was standing and walks over to you in gentle, calculated steps - making sure not to wake you up. Once he’s right next to you, he slowly caresses your hair and hunches his tall frame to pick you up. He lifts you with ease, one hand placed around your lower back to support your frame while the other swiftly goes under your legs, cupping your thighs from underneath. He brings your body closer to his and places a small kiss on your temple, smiling when he sees your lips twitching in response.

He was so focused on taking care of you that he paid little to no attention to the dinner that was laying on the dining table. He sees his favourite dish and his heart sinks to his stomach. He bites his lower lip in regret as the guilt of coming home late stabs him even deeper.

“Oh, baby,” he whispers, his voice strained in embarrassment. He hugs your figure tightly and you let out a whimpered groan. “Shhh”, he says quietly and takes you over to the bedroom, his hands holding you possessively yet delicately.

He places you sideways on the bed and pulls the covers over you. Once he's made sure that you’re comfortable, he gets in the bed with you, pulling the covers over him too. He presses your back against his chest and wraps a protective arm around your waist, his hands sliding under your shirt in order to feel your warm skin. He rests his head on top of yours and inhales your scent because he missed your presence. He pulls his hand away from your waist and gently lifts your head up so that you could rest on his bicep. Once he's made sure that your head is placed comfortably on his arm and there's no sign of discomfort on your face, he brings down his other hand back to your stomach and places it in its previous position. Except this time, he gently caresses your skin and pulls you even closer to him.

His huge muscular frame envelops you into a comfortable sleep. A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips right before you completely pass out.

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[wolvietxt]

𝓒LOSE 𝓔NOUGH 𝓣O 𝓑URN ! ↳ logan howlett enemies to lovers masterlist…

ᰔ summary : a runaway experiment and a hardened mutant find themselves thrown together at the x-mansion. despite their clashing personalities and complicated pasts, they’re drawn to each other in ways they can’t ignore. as missions push them closer, they’ll have to decide if opening up is worth the risk - or if their scars will keep them apart.

ᰔ general warnings : hurt / comfort, angst, eventual happy ending, kiss without explicit consent, reader’s mutation is flawed regeneration, injury detail, trauma, arguments, crying, suicidal ideation

ᰔ notes : hi :3 will update this post as i put out the chapters, you can expect at least four! i’m kinda unsure about this series, i feel like a lot of it is kinda confusing at the moment, so if it takes a while to come out, bear with me😭 as always, pls so lmk if any links aren’t working, or if anything doesn’t really make sense to you? will try and explain as best as i can in the individual warnings :3 also feel free to send in more series ideas!!

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[schaudwen]

in the 2000s, i forget if it was through hot topic or what, but there was a fashion for retro style 'boy briefs' with characters or slogans on them, but for girls. For my friend group however, these were a bit expensive and of course did not have characters that appealed to our spcialized (weeb) tastes.

This was also during a time when it felt like it became increasingly difficult to find 'granny fit' panties that would cover your entire ass cheek. Bikini cut aand thongs were the bane of me and my fellow 10th grade friend group. Many of us took a pe alternative martial arts class, and lemme tell you - bikini cut panties and axe kicks = having to descretely pick your slef administered atomic wedgie out of your ass while enduring the mortifying existence that is high school.

Thus, when one our friend group went and just bought pack of regular degular ass boybriefs from kmart and just atarted wearing them, it was like they cracked the code.

Does not get caught in your ass. Boy whitey tighties are literally built different. This was 2000 - thongs were the fashion and it felt like all the fashionable stuff offered to highschool girls was designed to wedge in that ass, even if it was 'bikini cut'. But tightey whiteys literally felt like the trim for the leg holes fit tightly to the thigh-ass juncture. You could run, kick, do splits, and that wedgie just wasnt gonna happen without bully assistance.

Cheap - a pack of 6 tighty whiteys marketed from the big and huskey 10- 12 boy section was the perfect size for a bunch of 16 year old girls, and they were soooooo cheap compared to girl panties.

Added bonus! The other thing that reigned supreme in the 2000s era of 'low rise, hip hugger jeans' was the camel toe. You know what can mitigate a camel toe? Wearing tighty whiteys! The little fly flap on boy shorts actually acts as a 'many layers of fabric' shield from having your pants dig into your cooch area. Double bonus, you could also use that unused flap as an extra pocket! One friend would hide lipstick in there cause they thought it was hilarious. (And they were right)

So due to all these reasons, I once gave all my friends group (majority girls), customized tighty whiteys with iron on art of their favorite (literally weeb ass) characters on them. And we all wore them for years.

AFAB is not incapable of wearing mens briefs - in fact there are many situations were mens briefs are superior. Ive been wearing workmens kilts a lot because of the pockets, and ive once again returned to the mens underwear section because boxers are perfect for preventing thigh chafe. The womens section makes you wear TWO kinds of overpriced underwear to achieve that affect in a skirt.

This comfortable existence could be yours if you were not a coward

very funny things happening on the afab underwear post in the form of idiots in the comments tryna explain how "it's physically inconvenient for afab bodies to wear anything other than womens underwear" do you know how many cis lesbians wear walmart boxers you people are unsaveable. UN FUCKING SAVEABLE

[river-neurodivergent-willow]

I don't think so many fully verbal and semi verbal people understand how truly bad the "going nonverbal" thing is. It's not just about being incorrect. Our hashtags have literally been taken over, we literally find it hard to find others like us, in spaces FOR US.

Being nonverbal is such a huge thing it makes people so much more at risk of being victimised, this needs to be heard about more but no the hashtags full of just people saying they go nonverbal???

You do not realise the severe harm you have caused the nonverbal community. Millions of people thinking going nonverbal is a thing then saying it themselves and using OUR keywords and hashtags we could be using to find others like us. I literally am misunderstood by people when I say I'm nonverbal I have sometimes in the past thought I made a friend who is nonverbal only to find they aren't they just experienced verbal shutdowns. I and people like me deserve a community.

The damage that has been caused by people saying they go nonverbal and saying their moments are called nonverbal will take years to undo and take back our hashtags and keywords and word fully. and thats if people actually start listening.

And before you say "well I would but I have no alternative to it" STOP MAKING YOUR SUPPORT FOR MY COMMUNITY CONDITIONAL. YOU CAN STOP DOING A HARMFUL THING AND FEEL DISCOMFORT IN NOT BEING ABLE TO LABEL A SHORT AND TEMPORARY THING. I am tired of people saying this EVERY SINGLE TIME I call you out. And then, the alternative is "verbal shutdown". But even if there was no alternative, I do not owe you comfort, I do not owe you an alternative, to get you to listen, the first thing you think about should not be yourself, it should be thinking wow I am sad this is so much harm to the nonverbal community.

And also. No, "nonspeaking" is not an alternative. Do not take more of our words.

[arabunni]

p ᡣ𐭩 bf!sunghoon x fem!reader . g ᡣ𐭩 smut , fluff

a.n ᡣ𐭩 something really quick whilst the poll is ongoing (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

sunghoon was looking at you, watching how focused you were on doing his makeup. you've recently seen a lot of ‘doing my boyfriend’s makeup’ videos on tiktok, and obviously, you were quick to ask him to do it. to your surprise, he didn't argue at all and let you do it.

he couldn't take his eyes off you. it was like, every time he saw you, he fell in love all over again. “my pretty baby,” he says, leaning in to give you a kiss, but you stopped him. “sunghoon!” you whine, “you’re gonna ruin the makeup!” he chuckles and gives a faux pout, “what? you care more about the makeup than your boyfriend wanting a kiss?” you simply shook your head, rolling your eyes. classic sunghoon behaviour.

sunghoon smiled, finding you absolutely adorable. he adjusted his grip on your hips, shifting you slightly on his lap to get comfortable. you also shifted, coincidentally rubbing directly on his cock. he groaned, head throwing back. he was already needy beforehand, seeing as your hands were touching all over him. “careful baby.” he said, his tone low and enticing.

you on the other hand, paid no mind, seemingly oblivious to how he was feeling. you leaned down to pick your makeup case, giving sunghoon a perfect view of your cleavage. his cock twitched, and that didn't go unnoticed by you.

you scoffed, looking back at him. “hoon, you can't seriously be horny right now. i swear, you're like a teen who's just discovered porn for the first time.” he smiled, tilting his head. “what do you expect when my baby is on my lap, looking all focused and pretty? i’m always wanting more of you.”

“okay well, this time it’s gonna have to wait. just a little more, ’m almost done.” you said, your thumb gently stroking along his jaw. he whines slightly, but obliges. “fine. but in that means in return i’ll get to have my way with you.” he says, pulling you closer to him.

۫

and that's how you find yourself here, your face buried into your pillow as sunghoon pistons into you, his fingers digging into your hips. “ah, fuck— can never get enough of this pussy, always so tight everytime.” he bites his lip, smacking your ass.

you were a stuttering mess, absolutely fucked out. this was the third time he had made you cum, after fucking you with his fingers and his tongue. “aw baby, look at you," he cooed, “so pretty. dumb on my cock, mm?” you tried to make sense of his words, giving a weak nod. “hoon, ’s too much..” you whimper out, your legs starting to get sore.

“just one more, pretty. you can do that for me, right? wanna see you cum around my cock, okay?” he groaned, feeling you clench around him. “shit— not gonna last much longer when you're gripping me like this.”

his hips started to move frantically, each thrust hitting that perfect spot. “baby, you're o-on plan b right?” he whimpers, his climax along with yours about to come. you hummed, starting to push yourself back against him as you came. the sight becomes too much for him, and he groans as his thrusts become sloppy and slow—paced.

he comes, giving one final harsh thrust, before pulling out. coming down, he pulls you to lay beside him. “you okay baby? did i hurt you?” he whispers, moving a stray hair from your face. his hand rubbed soothing circles on your abdomen, watching your expressions carefully. “i’m okay baby, just sensitive... and sticky.” you giggled, smiling.

he chuckled. “let’s go get you cleaned up.”

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[canihaveacalmtime]

This is part 2

-> -> -> Part 1

(Quick note: Henry is your last name)

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"Welcome back sir Henry, madam Henry and the young miss!"

You stand in front of a line of servants in front of you, completely out of words. Your parents on the other hand acted as if this is just another normal day at this huge mansion, you felt kind of sad knowing and realising that this could've been your life before if...

{If is just a wish after all} You told yourself.

After you settled down in your new room with new maids, you slowly begin trying to adapt to the new environment while your thoughts still filled with wonderings of if anyone here is going to like you.

You acknowledged that you're a negative person but the environment that you grew up in those 6 years made you now, how can a child grow up becoming normal if their whole child life is all about neglect. You let out a small sigh right before a maid call out for you.

"Young miss, please let us get ready for you for the family gathering."

They look at you with emotionless faces, but you know, those eyes were looking down on you. You don't look that good like your siblings, don't really have good grades or any title in school, or maybe they just don't want another cheap copy of their madam.

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The gathering turned out to be a complete mess.

The parents weren't there when you and your siblings met face to face and they begin saying really mean things about you, talk trash about your appearance, how you look, how lowly you look like and how useless you are to this family.

It was all out of the blue and it felt like something, like your deep hidden negative feelings as they went for an outburst right the moment the two adults' step inside the room.

"You two should just go rot in hell!"

The room went silent for a few seconds before your mother screams at you, "(Y/N)! What do you think you were saying!" and slap you in the face.

Your father was over there, comforting the crying siblings of yours and they acted as if they were the victims here in this room, soon enough, your mother also went over to them, say sweet things to them to sooth them down while you silently retrieved back to your room.

As you standing in front of the mirror in your room, tears falling continuously from your eyes. You didn't cry because of the wound, she did them from time to time anyway, you're crying because of the unfairness you received today and maybe, it's not only just today.

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After that day and for the next 2 years, unfair treatment was not the only thing for you. The servants gossip about you, abuse by your siblings, worst neglect from your parents and the looks from those in your new school.

Your life is so horrible you can't even explain how you're still breathing right now as you can only laugh at your situation with a broken soul. Things escalate quickly aren't they.

You didn't expect much when you first met your father or when you first step foot into this household of a pain, you simply didn't try to expect anything anymore, not like that naive and young you back then before your mother's neglect started when you were 4.

Every day goes by with a palette of black and white, everywhere you go, you can always here their voices inside your head, telling you to end it all, end everything and that's the only way to make their lives better.

Your mother regret giving birth to you, your father regret trying so hard to find you, your siblings regret having their blood as same as you.

You regret trying to give yourself a second chance.

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|The early afternoon sun in the sky up above is stained by an orange hue|

Your mother, while cleaning her and her husband room, come across an old photobook of you. Suddenly, she wonders when was the last time the two of you had a normal conversation.

Upon opening the photobook, she was stunned, realizing the thick photobook that she thought would be filled with your photos turned out to only had not even 10 pictures in it. When the woman snapped back out of her thoughts, she found herself crying, gripping the book in regret and awful emotions.

|And I set eyes on the growing indigo, it's crushing that sunset view|

The head of the family was working in his office when out of nowhere, he sees the report of you from the butler under the files. While reading through the report, his thoughts wondering around, he knew that you were trying to get his attention by doing good in school, even surpass your siblings scores.

But he never cared, he didn't know why.

Honestly, when he was trying to find you and your mother years ago, he only wants to fulfil the role of a father that has a child and doesn't actually care about you. Thinking back, he regrets not giving his love to you, you were just a child and you're not even 10 yet.

"Damn it", he says.

|I kept track of the final light that I pursued|

The siblings open the door to their father office with a complicated expression on their faces. After they saw the presents that you bought for them for their birthdays, the guilt in them finally snapped and they decided that they need to tell their father the truth of what happened that day.

While they were explaining what happened then, the father expressions were even more complicated than them now that he had heard everything from the beginning. He wanted to scream at his own children, give them a lesson, do what a parent should do if their child behaves bad but does that even fix anything?

The damage has already been done, your broken pieces cannot be replaced or glue together anymore.

|My eyes chased it as if I were lamenting|

"Alix..! Alix!"

Dolores burst into the office with a terrified face, looking so desperate as if someone has just died or about to.

She tells the three that you had disappeared and your maids, even the servants, didn't know where you went. Fear soon enters their minds as they quickly call out and order a wide search for you immediately.

Were you kidnapped?

Taken away to who knows where?

Did you went outside and got lost?

Or did you leave on your own?

|Today's bye-bye, that is why|

Cold waves of water hit your small, thin legs as you stare into the who knows how large ocean in front of you, wondering if your body would even be found after this.

{Probably not}, you thought.

As you fall down into the cold water, letting the waves drag you away from the living land, someone in the distant shouted out to you then shout out to others to come for help.

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The beeping sounds of the heart monitor woke you up, slowly, you open your tired eyes only to be greeted with a plain white ceiling and the smell of hospital.

You were flabbergasted, you're alive.

You feel so tired that you just want to sleep again but no matter how many times you try, you can't go back to sleep at all.

You want to cry, cry for the unfairness life had given you for all these years living, want to bawl your eyes out and cry until you cannot cry anymore then fall asleep, but no tears were form.

You wish someone could just wake you up from this utterly horrible nightmare and tell you that you should go home to where your family who loves you are waiting for you to come back to them.

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The day you were let out of the hospital and dragged back to where you always called hell on earth, your family seemed to have changed a lot in your absence as you were told that you were in a coma for 2 weeks.

The doctor said a lot to your parents and siblings about your condition and how horrible your mental health is, they desperately wanted to bring the old you back.

You would get dragged out of bed every day to have breakfast with them and your mother would hand feed you every time, treating you like a baby unlike how she used to treat you. Did you try to speak up? You don't even have the power to do such things, your siblings told you that.

After they decided that you'll be homeschool from now, your father will be the one that accompany you the most throughout the day as you would spend time in his office either do something or not do anything at all under one condition is that you have to sit beside him. At times, when he wants to pat your head, you would follow your instincts and jumped in fear. His heart aches seeing how you reacted.

Then it comes to bedtime when your siblings will be putting you in bed and try to soothe you to sleep but the only time that you'd sleep is went they had left the room.

But no matter how long they've tried, for countless months, your smile never returns, and they couldn't even remember when were the last time you ever form one on your emotionless face.

One day, they caught you attempting to stab yourself with the kitchen knife, you couldn't even react before blacking out, dropping the knife onto the ground.

Now with your limited freedom taken away from you too, you feel even more hopeless than ever before. Their care and love for you feel so suffocated and forced, all of it make you want to throw up and cry for help.

You were kept in your room most of the time and only let outside the halls if your siblings were there with you. Being trapped inside a room with a blocked window begin to drive you insane and you protest with refusing to eat anything they brought you to the point you were forced feed every single meal.

A servant try to help you escape? Killed.

You manage to find another way to off yourself? Security increase.

You managed to escape out of your room? Chained.

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"Please..! Please... let me go, let me out, let me die..!"

You are on the ground, clutching onto your mother's arms, crying and begging her to let you out while the others are trying to calm you down and get you off of her.

Your father swiftly inject you with a substance that quickly send you into deep sleep.

They have no other choice than resolute to these horrible methods. You wanted to leave them and they cannot let you do that, they can't accept the fact that you aren't here with them. They were obsessed with you, wanting you to stay, to be here with them forever, to always rely on them and let them be the only pieces that you need to heal.

They don't care how resisting you are, how angry, how sad, how desperate you are, as long as you are unharmed and alive, everything will be fine.

They do hope that stockholm kicking in you soon though.

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Honestly I did got lost motivation mid way trying to make this second part but I didn't want to make some of you who waited for this to be disappointed so (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)♥

Also, guess what song I blend in up there lol (hint: I used the english version of this song)

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[book-lore]

No shade to the OP on this one because I do know some people who will do this and what I am going to bring up here might be specific to me, but I would still encourage people to be enthusiastic about their horror interests anyway.

I work in a library and thus I have access to EVERY. SINGLE. WEIRD AND MORBID BOOK you've heard of and so very many that you haven't. My reading list is a joke among my colleagues because while some of them are reading the newest Sally Rooney or Jennifer Colgan, I am regaling them (gently, but I'll get to that in a minute) of my favorite books that have featured some truly awful things. And yes, I've told patrons about this too, some to confusion and others who find it very useful. I get that this context is different from someone who might meet at a random social gathering, but if someone is going to meet you with suspicion about what you are reading, and they aren't going to hear you out about what makes it great, they probably won't be a lot of fun to talk to in the long run anyway. My coworkers think it's funny that I read such heavy, depressing topics because I am really friendly and upbeat at work. They also like that if they are looking for something a bit spooky but not going to plunge them into a story that they can't finish, they know I have them covered because of that whole gently telling them thing. I take into account their comfort level and when they ask me about my favorite topics, they know they can trust me not to send them into the deep end.

And maybe some random person has read all this and thought "that's fine in a library but that doesn't work in meeting people in other spaces", actually it does. One of my closest and longest enduring friendships began with someone who insisted they did not like horror stories or movies. They were not interested in the scary stuff, according to them. Over time, they realized that I wasn't going to make their life miserable by making them watch stuff beyond their comfort level and they developed their own taste in the genre, a lot of it from the media they already liked. They just thought those things didn't count. This wasn't always the case for people who I talked to, but the ones that mattered, especially with one of my best friends, it turned out that they weren't so quick to judge.

So talk about your obsessions. Talk about the things that excite you and make you happy. Maybe it won't be for everyone but it's not supposed to be and some people around you are still going to find it fun to listen.

being someone who's passionate about their interests when you're a horror fan really is a special layer of hell because every interaction you have with another person where the conversation turns to your hobbies and personal entertainments is a trial where if you show too much unrepentant glee at getting an opportunity to talk about your preferred subject you get to watch them mentally move you onto their list of untrustworthy individuals to avoid in the future in real time

[bumblingbabooshka]

When the only person who might understand what happened- understand. Not sympathize or empathize or comfort you but understand what happened, isn't there anymore. Or: 'A Man Made Me Do Something I Didn't Want To', for when you can't talk about it or look it in the eye [Patreon | Commissions]

[postcardsfromheapside]

I need to be salty for a hot second about people who are upset about aspects of Lucanis' romance.

I'll put everything else under the break for spoilers, but in general, I am so disappointed in a large portion of this fanbase who apparently thought "disaster" meant "romantasy," but also it's in keeping with how a lot of people seem unable to put things in context.

One of the complaints I keep seeing run past is that the scene where you commit to a relationship with Lucanis seems pefunctory, or out of the blue, there's nothing really romantic about it, it's too similar to the platonic route, etc, etc, ETC.

I romanced Emmrich, but I've seen other people's versions of romancing Lucanis. I'm just going to kind of word vomit here, and hope I can come up with something cohesive.

As someone who id's with Lucanis for "generational abuse" and "dumpster fire disaster bi" and "using socially acceptable drugs as coping mechanisms in place of addressing your problems" reasons, it's been really fucking annoying watching the almost deliberate misinterpretation of his character even after Mary Kirby dropped several explanations on social media. It's like a large part of the fanbase saw all that and turned into the "yes yes, very sad...anyway!" meme and went right on fetishizing him...then got mad when he didn't turn into the seductive Dom with wings they were hoping for.

You commit to Lucanis after (what I consider) a very intense scene inside his "mind prison." He's struggling so much internally that Spite wrests control of his body from him in front of witnesses and begs Rook to help them. Lucanis would never ask Rook to do so on his own, he's terrible at asking for the help he truly needs. Spite drags Rook into the Fade Ossuary and demands they free Lucanis from his self-imposed prison. And whether you're a friend or would-be lover, Rook slowly talks Lucanis out of a host of self doubts regarding his family and friends. Can he trust himself not to hurt other people, now that he's saddled with this affliction? Has he disappointed the people he cares about most? Do these new people he's coming to care about actually trust and care about him? The rooms are filled with fragmented thoughts that peter out into regrets. You're literally seeing Lucanis' fractured and complicated emotions.

One of them tore a hole straight through me: "You'd have to kill me...And Spite would die."

You'd have to kill him to get rid of the demon. And he'd regret the death of the demon that's protected him and given him strength, through a brutal year of betrayal and torment. I don't know if y'all remember the scenes in the Ossuary of the failed experiments and the corpses you had to pass to get to his jar of blood. It wasn't fun.

When you break out of the mind prison after helping him bond with Spite, it's intimate and momentous, even on a platonic route. You've seen desperate and lonely parts of him he'd never willingly show anyone.

As you're convincing Lucanis that it's okay to leave his mind-prison, you tell him you understand that it's easier to deal with problems like the Ossuary and Zara than healing and living with Spite, potentially hurting people he cares about. But he wants to. It's Rook's job to help him see a path out, a way for him to make the struggle easier so he can begin to heal himself.

I need to stress: you aren't "fixing" him. You're acting as his lighthouse, regardless of whether you're a friend or a lover. Sometimes people need help. He's still going to have to do the work to get there.

As a friend, it was extremely rewarding to come back to the kitchen and see him doing exactly as I'd hoped: moving on with the business of *living*. He made a nice dinner for everyone he's come to care for, and a special dessert for Neve. Cooking is where Lucanis finds creativity, and comfort, and connection with his friends and family. He isn't very good with words, but he will note everything you consume, and try to make you feel loved by expressing it that way.

Which is why I think it's important you don't dismiss the commitment on the romantic route. He remembers YOUR favorite drink and makes YOU a special dessert if you're romancing him. Lucanis isn't going to get poetic. You've already made him feel raw. You've seen the ugly, embarassing parts of him. What is he supposed to say? Usually it takes Spite reaching through his body to actually be direct. Instead, Lucanis reaches for food, his favorite medium, to try and apologize for inadvertently showing you those things, to thank you for helping him despite seeing what he considers the most shameful parts of him. Your commitment is letting him know that you value him, that he has nothing to be ashamed of, that you understand what he's trying to express with his struggling communication skills, which appear to get better as your relationship progresses from there.

It's weird that some of y'all don't feel that this is heartfelt and important, because you'd rather him act out some sensuous fantasy trope. It's also weird that some of you haven't figured out that many scenes in RPG's can be similar on platonic and romantic routes with tweaks to shade context.

(Also just in case this comes up: cooking is not his "love language" - that whole concept was invented by a misogynistic weirdo and we should remove it from our ideas of communication)

Anyway, this guy is my Rook's bestie and I'll go down swinging for him, you should appreciate the fuck out of him and stop acting like his writer didn't craft a perfectly funny little weirdo who is bad at showing people his tender parts and terrible at interpersonal relationships.