#he looks like he does gel face masks

[gwensy]

jonathan crane standing about four inches away from his television screen watching saw on blu ray like a white father watches the news

[daenysx]

Modern!aemond coming back from hard day at office so reader gives him a pamper day to get him back on his feet. I’m talking face masks face gels hair thingies all sorts to make him feel better and babied and he just LOVES IT and demands playfully for this every week

i believe aemond is the type of guy who has a skincare routine but just this once we'll ignore it. i hope you enjoy, thanks for requesting! (also i got a bit emotional instead of playful i'm sorry) <333

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader, fluff

"you can lean back just a bit." you say quietly, your hands on his shoulders.

aemond does as you say, settling down on the tub you filled for him. it's much easier to access his long hair now. you wet his shiny blonde strands, the water makes them curling up on his shoulders.

he had a long day, he could barely stay on his feet when he got home. you like taking care of him when he's like this, tired and inevitably soft. you offered to wash his hair for him and he gladly accepted it with a pinch of pinkish color on his cheeks.

aemond has always liked the softness of baths and playing with bubbles since he was a kid. he draws shapes on his arms with foamy water now, with you looking at him from his shoulder. he turns his head to you, your eyes are gentle. it was a bit awkward at first being bare like this in front of you at the beginning of your relationship. the realization of getting used to it feels nice, though. you like every spot of his body. you let him know how much you like him. he trusts you.

you take his shampoo first, start rubbing it on his scalp. his hair is always flawless, you've never seen it messy except the mornings when he's restless enough in bed to put his head on the wrong side. you use a bit water to massage his scalp, fingertips pressing lightly towards his neck. aemond exhales deeply, he tilts his head back.

"does it feel good?" you ask.

"yes." he says quietly, the word flowing out of his lips. "so good."

you keep moving your fingers on his head, especially on the spots where you get a reaction from him. he tries to enjoy the moment of silence, your company has always been peaceful but now it feels like you belong to him, and only him. no other distraction, he has your full attention, and he loves the feeling.

your wrists get a bit tired from doing the same thing for a few minutes. aemond angles his head enough to help you rinse the shampoo. when his hair is clean, you reach for the conditioner. it needs to sit for two minutes so you decide to use the leftover foam from shampoo to rub his shoulders.

"you're so tense these days." you say, applying some gentle pressure on a tight muscle. "i wish you could relax a bit."

when he moves, a cracking sound leaves his neck. "i'm relaxed right now." he whispers. "relaxed when i'm with you."

you massage his shoulders until your wrists go numb. rinsing the conditioner, his hair is shiny and wet. aemond forces his eye to open to turn his head to the side. he kisses your hand on his shoulder, leans his face on it for a second.

"i can do the rest." he says. "thank you, sweetheart."

you kiss his shoulder nicely. "anytime."

leaving him alone in the bathroom to clean himself up, you go to kitchen. aemond doesn't like eating so late at night but he likes the herbal tea you got him recently. it helps him sleep better, he says. you prepare the tea for him and a cup of your favorite for yourself.

he looks much better when he meets you in the living room. you gesture him to lay on your lap until his tea gets a bit colder. he puts his head on your thighs.

"i got something for you." you say, showing him the skincare essentials you got him from your side of the bathroom shelf.

"what's that?" he asks, interested in the white bottle.

"that's an under eye cream for circles and puffiness." you show him the cream. "and this is a serum for hydration."

"and this?"

"it's a night cream for your face. moisturises really well."

"you'll apply them on my face?" he asks, his look is unpredictable.

"if you want, yes." you reply, with a smile. "they always help me with the tension on my face, you know, rubbing them with my fingers. i think you'll like the feeling."

"please." he says, giving you the bottle he has in his hand.

you apply the creams and the serum in an order you use for yourself. you're careful with aemond's scar, spreading the productions gently. he closes his eye, the lines on his forehead and the corners of his mouth get loose as you massage lightly on them. you kiss his forehead when you're done.

"your tea gets cold, my love." you whisper. he doesn't open his eye at first.

he reaches for your hand slowly, kisses the back of it and your palm. "no one's ever taken care of me like you do." he says. "thank you."

you don't want him to get upset. "i'm happy you let me take care of you. i'll always do that anytime you want. just like you take care of me."

"always." he promises. he accidentally falls asleep on your lap without drinking his tea.

[literaila]

megumi x reader whennn 😁😁😔🥹♥

“what even is that?”

“please,” you pout, knowing his eyes are closed. “can’t you stay still?”

megumi opens one eye, looking down to where your hand is, then glancing towards you. his eyelashes flutter incessantly. “did you mess it up?”

his hands rest softly on the backs of your legs, barely a graze of his skin on your jeans. his head is tilted up towards you. he’s barely even holding on, and still you feel the innate need to push him away.

a couple of months ago, space was anything but what you wanted from megumi fushiguro.

and now it feels like you’ll stop breathing if you don’t get any. whatever that means.

“if anything, you messed it up,” you tell him, a drawl in your voice, “now shush, i need to focus.”

he closes his eyes again, leaning back. it’s very tempting to lean forward. to feel his breath on the skin of your face and imagine his eyes opening again. megumi always tastes like spice, like the hint of coffee you know he’s sneaking around.

so you say, in a stern, stop thinking about things like that way, “this was expensive, you know?”

“it smells like kugisaki’s perfume,” megumi murmurs, attempting to keep his face still.

“jasmine?”

“whatever.”

you shake your head, continuing to lather the face mask on his skin. you might be drawing this out a bit. “does it feel nice?”

“thought i was supposed to ‘shush.’”

you giggle, maybe because his imitation of you is entirely accurate, and continue to paint his skin. this particular face mask is pink, which goes perfectly well with him, you think.

but megumi fushiguro would look good in anything, so that’s not saying much. even with his frown and his disapproving eyes.

“is this going to turn my face a different color?”

“c’mon, megumi, i know you know what a face mask is. i’ve scrolled through your phone. and your pinterest.”

“that’s different,” he answers, an eye open again. you poke his chest with a finger and he scoffs. “who knows what kind of things you buy.”

you roll your eyes, but continue nonetheless.

every couple of seconds he shifts, and his hands move—you think it could be on purpose, with the circles he’s drawing on the backs of your thighs, but you can’t be entirely sure. maybe he’s just impatient.

it’s distracting you anyway. you could hiss at him to stop, but you’re not sure that you want him to.

“how much?” megumi blurts, after a moment.

“what?”

“how much was it? you said it was expensive.”

you snort. “like i would tell you, rich boy. i don’t need anymore of your judgement.”

“you brought it up.”

“i was kidding,” you murmur, finishing the last bit of bare skin. “i bought it to share, anyway.”

and then you lean back, admiring the view a bit more.

it’s not as if megumi needs a soothing gel mask to help his skin, as perfect as it is, but you know why he agreed to this in the first place.

and you know he’s enjoying it, even if his feet have begun to tap a bit restlessly on the ground. you know because his face is entirely relaxed, and because in the year you’ve known him, megumi has never shied away from telling you what to do.

if he didn’t like it, you think, he would make it known.

“okay,” you set down the applicator, grinning a little bit at the pink filled spaces of his face. “all done. was that so bad?”

“yes.”

you laugh and take a step away from him, trying not to make the gasp of air you take obvious. but megumi probably noticed anyway.

“i can pay for it,” he tells you, softly. his eyes are just barely open, his face almost immobile. he might be even closer now. “since you’re sharing.”

you frown at him as he stands from the counter. “i’m not going to let you pay for something i coerced you into.”

“you didn’t coerce me,” megumi says. “much.”

you laugh, and turn around, handing him the applicator. “okay, my turn,” and then you take his spot, still shorter than him, even when you sit by the sink.

“i have to do you?”

“why do you think i invited you?”

“so you could enjoy my suffering.”

“well, that too. but it’s easier to put it on someone else. i always spill when i try to do it myself.”

“really?”

“are you going to keep complaining,” you ask him, leaning in, “or are you going to return the favor?”

megumi makes a noise in his throat, but he acquiesces. “i have no idea why i agreed to this.”

you hum and close your eyes, the buzzing feeling of his skin close to yours a pleasant surprise as he begins.

really, you’ve been this close. you’ve hung onto his shoulder after missions, let him patch up the cuts on your faces in the car. but it’s different now that you know him.

different now that he’s… here. not out of some obligation, but because you asked.

you definitely don’t feel this way when nobara plucks your eyebrows or draws shapes on your face with eyeliner.

“what?” megumi murmurs, after he’s finished the first side of your face.

“what what?”

“you’re smiling.”

you open your eyes and he’s right there.

his irises are an unusual color. some mix between deep blue and green, some unmistakable gradient. and you’ve stared before, but megumi’s never been this close.

at least not here, in your bathroom, instead of some moldy alleyway.

“am i?”

he nods, tilting his head at you.

“sorry,” you whisper, closing your eyes again.

“no,” megumi pauses, and you can feel his breath, his hand as it moves, the vibrations of him entirely apparent. “you have a nice smile.”

you almost jolt away from him, but refrain. you want to push yourself against the vanity, fall into the sink, or simply hide under the counter.

and you want to open your eyes again, just so you can see his face. megumi is always serious—sincere—but he doesnt share his thoughts often, doesn’t allow himself to be vulnerable unless it’s absolutely necessary.

and you don’t think he’s ever let anyone else corrode his face with a pink face mask.

“i do?” you ask, just to hear him say it again.

“mm-hmm.”

your lip twitches and you relax once again. you already know what he means, anyway.

[konigsblog]

omg I loved idea of kidnapper!konig w the shy and sheltered reader it has me floored tbh🫨😮‍💨 presenting you my brain rot the way a proud cat delivers a leaf on your doorstep as a token of gratitude

thinking about how he noticed her at her work or something bc she was so helpful but a little reserved, afraid of him even. Probably bc she isn’t used to seeing 6”10 behemoth military men every day. Konig is smitten w the way she shies away from his intense eye contact, the way she flushes painfully all over her face and neck and stutters as he tries to make conversation. He is enamored, because despite being taken aback by him she still is so obedient and proper in the way she addressed him, going out her her way to make sure he has everything he needs. He wonders in how many other ways she would be so willing to serve him. He knows that she would make the perfect housewife, one worth it to being kept in a gilded cage. a beautiful girl such as herself, oblivious to the dangers of the real world needs protection, someone strong to keep her safe from all the bad men who would no doubt gladly take advantage of her. Konig makes a vow that day to be her protector. at first, the only thing she does is cry and try to get away from him after she wakes up and finds herself chained in his dark basement. She refuses to believe this is her new reality, that’s she’s held captive in the dungeon of the soldier with the icy blue eyes she met at work. She wonders what her mistake was, because she only tried to be nice and friendly despite feeling a deep sense of dread in the pit of her stomach the minute she had laid eyes on the masked giant. If only she had listened to her gut…

no matter how much she beg and pleads, the giant doesn’t budge. He patiently waits for her panic to subside as he takes her in his arms, shushes her and gently wipes and kisses away her tears. He makes her skin crawl, but no matter what she does, she can’t escape the iron grip of his enormous arms snaked around her waist, holding her against his chest as he rocks her back and forth. He is so sweet and gentle, so patient and understanding. He lulls her to sleep in his arms, speaking soft and soothing words in her ear. Soon, she’ll get used to her new home. To her new place beside him, as his. His to love, his to cherish and protect. He promises the chains will come off her ankles and wrists once she behaves and stops trying to get away. But until then, she’s bound to sleep on the old mattress in the cold basement. Of course he isn’t heartless. He comes down once a day to feed her, always making sure its her favorite foods and snacks she gets but on one condition: she has to let him feed her, take the bites and spoonfuls from his hand. He coos at how much of a good girl she is being for him, his praises tinting her ears all pink. And he allows her to bathe, he has all of her favorite oils and gels and products. But once again, for a price. She has to allow him to bathe her. At first she tries to edge away from his hands on her, large and brute palms lathering her soft skin with soap, thoroughly rubbing her all over. She’s never been naked in front of someone else, let alone touched in such a way. But she relaxes once he applies enough pressure on her aching joints, massaging the soreness away. When she finally relaxes and leans her head back against the bathtub, she feels his calloused fingers edge down to her core, teasing her folds. She flinches and opens her eyes, looking up at him, startled and caught like a deer in the headlights.

“have you ever been touched down here, meine hirsch?”

his voice is ever so soft and inviting. She shakes her head, caught in his gaze as her chest falls and rises, her nipples hardening from the cold as her soapy breasts peak up from underneath the bubbles. His fingers find something small, something hidden between her folds and she yelps when he starts rubbing slow and small circles on it. He is delighted to have his suspicions confirmed, his engel is untouched. A virgin.

“you’ve been so good for me today. So obedient. You’re learning so fast, meine hirsch. I think you’ve earned another reward. How about I spoil you some more?”

NON-CON/RAPE

könig is so ecstatic to realise that his little engel is a sweet, inexperienced virign. so he can be your first, the one to corrupt you. you're just so sheltered, so scared and teary-eyed when his hands dip further and further until they reach area's you wish they wouldn't have.

his semi-hard cock only hardens more at the sight of you; bare and wet in a tub of warm water, weak and vulnerable against him. god, the thoughts and fantasies of taking you now – even if you didn't want it – were driving him crazy, almost delusional as his eyes widen and the sides of his mouth curl up into a eerie smile. his morals almost forgotten about when he saw you shudder.

“oh-hah, my sweet thing... are you a virgin?” he lauaghs out at the question, almost taken about, excited and shocked.

he chuckles lowly when you nod, rubbing your clit in soothing circles whilst kissing your cheek. you whimper, whining at the newfound attention to your clit. you can only grip the sides of the bathtub, cornered in and useless against your kidnapper.

“please–stop!” a hearty chuckle leaves könig at your sight of misery, your fear. the tortue he's inflicting apon you and your poor, virgin body.

“you have nothing to be afraid of, my dear...” despite his promises, you could see past his smirk, knowing exactly what he had in store for you.

könig bundled you up into the towel, holding you in bridal style before placing you down at the edge of the bed. he threw the towel open from your body so that you were laying against it. the rough texture against your soft skin while he swirls his throbbing dick around your tight entrance. you whimper, squirming and shaking at the pleasure before he eases inside mercilessly. your nerves through the roof.

he doesn't care. not about your pleasure, but about the tightness of your pussy around his big dick. he's just so hard, so, so fucking hard as he pushes deep inside, pressing against your womb as he repeatedly begins thrusting into you. you cry out, thrashing beneath him to no avail as his grip on your hips only tightens, pushing you down against the bed :(

“stop-please, i don't want it!!” you whimper out, fearful and trembling, pussy throbbing and pulsing uncontrollably around him, only driving him more insane, giving him more power and control as he uses the way your body reacts against you. your pussy can't seem to stop drooling, what's the issue? he's just making sure his princess is treated right.

“look at you, you can't even deny that you're enjoying this.” he huffs out when he feels your folds wrap and tighten around his fat cock, continuously driving his huge cock into your virgin pussy relentlessly. no pity or mercy, and sure as hell no sympathy as you continue squirming despite being asked repetitively to stay still for him. so he can use you, just how he thinks you like.

you don't want this, none of it. but when he pinches your hardened, swollen nipples while bullying his thick and veiny dick into your weeping, raw cunt, you can't help but moan and pant, arousal dropping from your sex as he grinds against you.

“...no-no more...” you pant breathlessly. so sore, aching and bruised. his rough pace doesn't stop, not even for a second. slapping your face harshly as you grew more dumb and dizzy from his cock. he didn't want you to miss a second of this.

“don't pass out on me, engel, i won't stop even if you're unconscious...” you sob out at his words, choked and silenced when he wraps his large and calloused hand around your throat, making you babble out at the burning, rupturing sensation in your core.

so, so callous and careless as he leaves you whimpering and sensitive.

[xo-hugs-n-kisses-ox]

hil, love ur writing!!

could i request a Paul Lahote x Bella's Younger Sister! Reader (Luna Swan). y'know how in new moon Jacob does this like parkour climb into Bella's room (Imao). maybe like reader is doing her night time routine to get ready for bed then hears pebbles being thrown at her window and she already knows it’s her bf paul is out there. she opens the window for him and he climbs up showing off his strength. he immediately wraps his arms around Luna’s waist and puts his head into her neck/shoulders. she reciprocates his deep hug, rubbing her hands up n down his back and shoulders (bc he shows up shirtless in true werewolf fashion😌). she asks him all coy “what are you doing here” so he just explains how he needed to see her and be with her bc ofc we all know how protective of an imprint Paul must be. it’s all cutesy then they kiss and cuddle to sleep.

btw… obsessed with ur writing🫶🏼. literally im always checking back on ur account for updates💞

Pebbles

Paul Lahote x reader

Now Playing: Ho Hey by The Lumineers

I hummed to the song on the radio as I sat at my vanity, applying creams to my skin and oils to my hair. It had been a long day; school was tiring, I had a million assignments, and work was… well, it was the service industry, so about as good as could be expected.

The sun had set already. Dad was on a hunting trip for the winter break, and Bella had taken the opportunity to stay with Edward for a few days. This left me alone in the house, but it wasn’t all that bad.

I had gotten up to dig around under my desk for a face mask, finding it and sitting back on my bottom as I read the back for instructions.

A thud made me look over towards my window. I watched for a long moment as nothing happened, until a small pebble hit the window again. I got up, making my way over to see who was there.

I peered through the glass, only to see a familiar face staring back at me. I smiled as I saw him, pushing my lacy curtains back to unlatch my window and open it.

“What are you doing?” I call coyly, laughing at Paul as he grinned up at me

“What, I can’t come see my girlfriend? Can’t make sure she’s okay after a long Monday without her?” He teased, adding, “Watch out, I’m coming up.”

I take several steps back, watching as he takes a running leap up to the ledge of my window. I watch as he shimmies his broad shoulders and long legs through the small opening, laughing as his foot gets caught in the curtain.

He scowls at me, taking long strides forward to envelop me in a hug. He presses his face into the crook of my neck, bowing his body over mine to reach, and his arms circle my waist tightly.

I sigh with content as I wrap my arms around him, one over his shoulder to take through his hair and the other around his torso to run my hand up and down his spine.

“You’re lucky Charlie isn’t here,” I murmur, “If he saw you climbing up here, he’d bust in to kick your ass, and also to give you a shirt.”

He snickers, complaining that “Shirts are restricting, and I run hot.”

“‘It’s a werewolf thing’.” I quote, smiling as I add, “I was about to put on a face mask, you want to join?”

He pulled his head back to eye me, suspicious of my proposition. I only laughed at him, pulling away and reaching for the tube of “Green Tea Detoxifying Face Mask Gel”

---

We end up cuddled together on the bed, the fan blowing towards both our faces to dry the mask.

He’s laying on his side, his hand propping his head up. His other arm is wrapped around my waist, keeping my back secured to his chest as we watch reruns of old movies.

I yawn, so comfortable that I’m almost falling asleep.

“Tired?” He asks quietly, and I shrug.

“Comfortable,” I reply, “You’re so warm, makes me want to fall asleep.”

He laughs a little, reaching up to poke my cheek, “Mask’s dry, let’s take them off.”

I groan as I roll to my feet, padding to the bathroom to peel off the mask. I do mine first, leaning over the counter and carefully taking the dry, rubbery substance off of my skin and throwing it in the trash. When I’m done, I haul myself up to sit on the counter as Paul props his arms on either side of my legs.

I take off his mask, careful of his eyebrows and the short hair on his chin and jaw.

“You didn’t shave this morning,” I comment, turning to throw the part of the mask I had gotten off into the trash.

“Ran late today, Sam dragged me to school before I could,” He replied, his eyes glued to my face, “Jared hogs the bathroom trying to fix his hair.”

I smile, peeling off the nose strip now.

“Tell him to quit sleeping with his hair wet, and he won’t have to fix it as much in the morning.”

He sighs, “I’ve tried. He’s stubborn.”

I hum, “Reminds me of someone else I know.”

He rolls his eyes, pinching my thigh and making me laugh.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” He says sarcastically, “But the only stubborn hot-head you love is right here, letting you torture him with face masks.”

I laugh, “You know you love them!”

Again, he rolls his eyes, leaning in to press a kiss to my lips as he says, “I love *you*, I tolerate the masks.”

I giggle as he presses dozens of quick kisses across my face, never more grateful for life than I am in this moment.

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Thank you so much for the request!! It was super cute and I had so much fun writing it 🥰

And I’m so glad you like my writing!! That made me so happy 😁 I really hope you enjoyed this, and lmk if you have any more requests 💕

[l1vchuu]

resentment. part four

!! warnings: mentions of sh and suicide, strong language, may contain triggering themes and blood, angst, and slow burn, P.S. This chapter might have a lot of time skips, so be wary.

A few days went as you were gone, and you weren't the only one who felt the changes.

It was a Monday afternoon as you sat at your kitchen table, reading a book you randomly had picked off your old shelf- "Norwegian Wood" by Haruki Murakami. You bought this book after watching the film that just got released in the theaters, hoping that you would read it someday and feel the same emotions you did when you sat in front of the big screen. After some unfortunate events that occurred in your life at that time- you never really got to read it.

The soft yellow tint of the light from the cheap lightbulbs filled your small kitchen, going through your hair, and making a slight shadow on your face. The tea you had made for yourself earlier was getting colder as the minutes passed by, and you couldn't feel more peaceful.

So far, you tried taking things slow- since you had a whole month to figure things out. You've put out the thought of seeing a therapist later, your mind was still blurry. Currently, you were trying to calm your mind by reading and watching movies.

A few hours later, you put down the book and decided to take a shower. As you entered the cabin and turned on the shower, the sudden warmth of the water took all your thoughts with it.

You recently bought some new showering essentials- new shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, and a few other things. Maybe if you tried to take better care of your hygiene you could feel prettier, or at least have some type of order in your life that you follow.

The sweet honey scent filled the atmosphere as you washed your hair, slight steam flowing in the air, getting captured in your lungs with every breath you took. Your mind was roaming through your memories, mostly the good ones. You remembered the first time you discovered Wes Anderson.

A few years ago...

You sighed as you scrolled through your Letterboxd watchlist, the titles moving faster than the thoughts in your head.

"'Detachment', 'Lost in Translation', 'Vertigo'..."

You mumbled to yourself as you kept scrolling, looking for something to watch. Then your eyes stopped at a yellowish poster, excluding itself from the others.

"Fantastic Mr. Fox"

You had heard of that movie before, all positive things. You stared at the trailer for a while

"Who even watches trailers for movies that have been out for years?"

You thought to yourself as you kept looking, but you were mesmerized. You hadn't seen anything else like this. It was so quirky and sweet and bitter that you wanted to watch it badly. You found the movie, and just as you were about to put it on, Simon opened the door.

He entered the room, looking at you with his brown, empty eyes.

"How was the shift?"

You tried to spark up a conversation, but it ended nowhere.

"Fine."

He sat on his bed, still with his mask on. You know he took it off when he slept, but you had never seen his face. It's like he knew the moment you woke up and fall asleep just so he can put his mask back on and act like nothing had happened.

"You gonna' sleep?"

You asked him, your eyes looking up from the monitor of your laptop.

"Not now, why you ask?"

"I was going to watch a movie, that's why."

You could somehow see his eyebrows rise underneath his mask. It was the first time he heard those words from a Sergeant. People usually never had time to do anything really, being tired from long work shifts and all.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It just... It's the first time I've heard that sentence here."

"What? You don't watch movies?"

"No- It's not that. People don't find the time for things like these."

"Well, I do. Does it bother you?"

"As long as it's not too loud, no."

"Good."

You sat back on the couch as you hit space and the movie began.

Half an hour later, you were so invested in the movie that you didn't notice the presence of your roommate next to you... until he coughed, causing you to flinch, and because of your reflexes, your hand went into a defensive position. He looked at you, his eyes slightly wider.

"Oh, sorry."

"I think... I think I saw Jesus."

He chuckled, showing the slightest bit of emotion he ever has.

"It's just me."

"You really live up to your name, huh? Sneaking in like that."

"I didn't do anything, it's the movie's fault for having you so fuckin invested."

"Yeah, sure."

-

It might not seem like the brightest memory ever, but that was the first time you had such a close interaction with Ghost ever since you got moved into a room with him. That moment felt like a slight push into a whole other universe. A universe where you felt less scared to talk to him, a universe where he got to be the closest person to you.

The whole story began when you joined the British Army at 17 years old after a really bad banter between your dad and your brother, resulting in your brother's suicide. At his funeral, you could barely hold yourself up and alive- it had shattered you completely. You couldn't help yourself to eat, your mother had to force-feed you just like she did when you were a baby. Your body was aching with every step you took, every time your jeans brushed against your thighs, making your fresh scars bleed again from the friction. A month later, you were at your lowest point in life- you didn't go to school, and your mother ignored every call from the principal because she didn't know what to say. Everyone at your house was so lost, your father refused to go out of his room, leaving the house in the process, your mother barely slept at night, and you had ruined yourself. At this point, everything was a lost cause.

One morning, as you barely walked towards the front door, placing the rubbish bag in its' place, you saw the leaflets from the military scouts that live in your area. Usually, you would throw them in the rubbish bin and continue on with the day, but this time something was off. Your brother wanted to enlist in the military so much, he even started going to the shooting ranges outside the city to train his aim. You could feel your cheeks getting wet as you stared at the papers in your hands- he would've served his country and fulfilled his dreams in a year.

With slow and steady steps you went to his door, opening it slowly. His room was always cluttered, as he never got the time to clean it- always so busy with his voluntary work and training. There was a big flag hung on his wall, frames with pictures of him in his boy scouts uniform, pictures with him and his friends at a red cross event, and posters of his favorite movies and superheroes, he was such a bright and generous kid. There were stacks of military scouting leaflets piled on his desk, catching more and more dust as the days go by.

You sat on his bed, holding a picture of him with a German Shepherd 'Scouty' - a military dog that was pretty famous in your city and had saved multiple lives. You remembered taking that picture, him getting so excited when they allowed him to pet the dog, his eyes lighting up when they said that we could take a picture with him, his big smile, showing his braces as the dog stood still. Everything seemed so wonderful, life was so full and bright.

The tears began rolling down your cheek as your fingers traced his face, the room still smelled like him, somehow. You felt a pair of fragile hands holding your body close to them. You looked up with your red and teary eyes at the figure- it was your mother. You two sat in silence, crying quietly as you held each other. She noticed the leaflet in your hand.

"When does the recruiting start?"

Your mother asked you, her voice quiet and shaky as she looked at the paper.

You wiped your cheeks as you checked the dates on the leaflet- it was slightly damp and crumpled.

"The applications can be sent in a month from now."

You said, your voice cracking as your hands shook slightly.

"Mhm."

Your mum responded as she gently pat your head, her fingers brushing through your hair.

You stared at the paper in your hands.

"Will you leave Dad?"

You asked.

"I can't, you are still here."

She replies.

"What if I leave for university? Will you leave him?"

"Yeah, I suppose so."

But you still had two years left, and with your absence, you were sure no university or college will accept you. You thought about it- if you were to return to school, people would ask you questions back and forth, and you couldn't deal with that. You knew your mother was suffering more than you, I mean, losing a child can be amusingly painful for a mother. And the last thing you wanted to do is to make your mother suffer even more, but continuing to live with your father after all that had happened was doing that same exact thing.

You thought about this the whole day. Holding that same leaflet, making all the research, asking people about it- and then you made your decision. You were going to join the Army.

Sure, you may have absolutely no experience, unlike your brother, but that's what he would've wanted. You were doing this for him and your mother.

You walked back and forth in your room, wandering in your documents and checking in your strengths. You knew a little about artillery from your brother's trainer and all of his lessons. You had a month in order to prepare for it. You went to consult your mother on the decision.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"I'm sure, I just need to train a bit, but I need to know that if I go, you leave him."

She thought for a minute.

"I'll stay at your aunt's place until I save up enough money for rent and divorce."

You looked at her, your eyes full of uncertainty.

"Do you promise- No- Will you promise me to do that?"

You took a breath before continuing.

"When I leave, you leave him. You go as far away as you can. I'll lend you money if I can- Go to another country and live there if you need- Just promise me you'll leave that man, please..."

She put her arms on your shoulders, making you look at her.

"I promise you, but how do you know if you are going to get recruited?"

"I will get recruited, don't worry."

She looked at you, not being sure if you were just talking nonsense or actually meaning your words. By the look in your eyes and the sound of your tone, she knew you weren't joking.

After your mother made that promise- you got to work. You went out and trained every single day, but before that, you visited the shooting range. You knew that the trainer was a British Air Service veteran, so you asked for his help.

'You want to enlist? As in, you want to apply?"

He looked at you, a worried look on his face. It was the first time he saw you since your brother's funeral, and he saw the change in your appearance.

"Yes, and I need your help."

You said, looking up at him. You had explained everything to him, in detail, too.

"For a month..."

He silently thought to himself as he looked at you, his eyes narrowing.

"I can manage a training schedule, but I'm not sure if you could-"

"I'll do it.'

You interrupted him.

"- handle it."

He stared at you, his eyes slowly wider than before. He sighs.

"It won't be easy. Not at all. Your brother had months and years of practice, but now you have to make it up to him in a month."

You nodded your head, your eyes burning with ambition once again.\

"I'll do it. I won't give up."

"We'll change up your diet too,"

He paused, taking in the situation with your family. Your mother could barely stand up from her bed, and your father was nowhere to be found.

"I'll bring you food, you'll eat here."

You tilted your head to the side.

"Will that be okay with you?"

You asked him, a worried look on your face.

"It'll be absolutely no problem. I'll pack in food for your mother as well."

You nodded, feeling grateful for his offer.

"Thank you."

He nodded, holding his hand out for a handshake. You took his hand, giving a firm squeeze.

"I'll come pick you up tomorrow at 5:30 AM."

He searched your face for any reaction.

"As I told you, it'll be hard."

He gave you a slight smile.

"But now I believe you'll make it."

During that month, he took care of you and your mother- you trained with him all day, and he checked in with your mother in the meantime. He was a single father taking after his father's business. His son enlisted two years ago, leaving him alone in his house all year round. You became attached to him quickly, he was almost like a father to you. He helped you become the person your brother wished to be. For a month, you became a weapon, which got you in the Army, which got you in the Special Forces (SAS). That's the place where you first met Simon.

It was three years after you joined the Army- you were now 20 years old. You finally had the opportunity to apply to the SAS- which you did. After a long process of training and selection- you finally made it into the force.

When you got in, they introduced you to a couple of people, Captain Price and some other Lieutenants. As you entered the base where you would be working and living, they introduced you to one final person- your roommate- Simon Riley, or his callsign 'Ghost'.

As you finally got to call your mother, announcing the news to her, you were surprised more than usual when your trainer picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

The male voice echoed through the phone. You furrowed your eyebrows, barely recognizing it.

"Hello?"

You replied.

"It's you! How's it going, kid?"

And that's when you recognized him. You two had a long conversation- apparently, your mother had moved in with him, which got you flabbergasted. Your mother was at work when you two were talking. You announced the news to him.

"Really? You got in?!"

He said, his voice full of pride and joy.

"I knew you would make it. I'm so proud of you!"

I'm so proud of you.

I'm so proud of you

That sentence kept you up at night. It replayed in your mind non-stop, echoing through your veins with each word.

Someone was proud of you.

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Simon looked at Soap as he ate his lunch, holding his bowl in one hand as always. It's been a week since you were gone, and by that time everyone was aware of your absence. Soap looked back at Ghost, unsure about how to approach a conversation with him after all that had happened. Your seat at the table was empty, and nobody dared to sit on it, leaving a gap between Gaz and Ghost. It was rather quiet, everyone was lost in their own mind. Some of them were surprised that you never said anything, that you didn't notify anyone. Johnny was probably the first person who decided to write to you.

"Come on, I can't do this by myself. We have to let her know that we are with her and that we miss her, right?"

Johnny states, looking at the empty piece of paper in front of him.

"So, what do we write?"

Kyle grabs the pen and begins the letter, slowly filling it up with words until the page is full. Signing at the bottom were Johnny, Kyle, and Alex. After a few hours, the letter was sent to you, arriving in your mailbox.

The morning after, your neighbor notified you that you got mail. You looked in the box, a confused look on your face as two letters appeared in your hands. One of the letters had three signatures, while the other had only one- a skull face.

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Heyy!! I'm back as promised with the fourth part. This part had a lot of time skips for which I apologize if you were confused with! Sending lots of love and see you with part five <3

[hetaherr]

scent of tomorrow

: childe, thoma, wriothesley, kazuha, wanderer

: fluff, a little angst if u squint, all about smells

super self indulgent, literally thought of this in the shower lmao okay bye happy reading and reblog to win your 5050s <3

childe

scent is one of the senses you should put to use when childe is around. it is known to see and to feel is a privilege given that the man is often travelling in his line of work. but i implore you to not take smell for granted, for in his abscence all that shall be left in your home is the scent of his presence. you find yourself sinking into the cold and empty bed, the smell of him freshly out the shower will waft through the room, eventually dissipating in the following days. you remember his muscular arms wrapping around you shamelessly, a cheeky smile adorning his tired face as he begins to tickle you. take a whiff and it smells of water, clean and refreshing, it's slightly minty and it feels pristine. there are floral notes like the orange blossom, you can make out the innocence and playfulness- much like the purity that is his love for you. it's weird how the first time you met childe, the air was grim and smelled strongly of metal. it isn't hard to guess why, he looked intimidating and seemed far away. but now he was yours, all you can think about is how much you miss his joyful and refreshing antics- much like the aroma he brings and makes any space immediately feel like home.

thoma

though far away, you often find yourself transported into the charming yet quaint town of mondstadt. or at least what you pressume to be mondstadt. thoma smells like a freshly baked apple pie, vanilla and apple- and a little cinnamony as you've mentioned before. "my cinnamon boy" you will say while snugging into him on a cold rainy inazuma day, he feels warm and the smell of vanilla feels oddly comforting and relaxing. if you think about it he smells like walking into a kitchen with the oven on during christmas. he smells like the feeling of running fingers through your hair, cozy as you listen to him ramble about his day with the kamisato clan. it is the perfect feeling of nostalgia and pure comfort, the embodiment of fall. there is something so homely about his scent that makes you want to call your family or childhood friends again, he reminds you of the innocence of youth that is forever unattainable. he smells like the remembrance of the past and the security of the future that lies in his warm embrace.

wriothesley

there is something so on brand as you see those 3 in one soaps sitting so awkwardly in your shower, squeezed inbetween your fancy bottles of shower gels and all kinds of face and hair masks, body scrubs to keep yourself feeling clean. i suppose to this man, one bottle will do, and being clean is a 2 step process. however it's funny, he'll come home and a teasing grin will fall apon his face while chasing you around the living room- despite being exhausted from work- for a hug. "no hugs until you take a shower!" you can try shouting, squirming as he catches you. but trying is really all you can do. you can smell the musk that is his sweat, it's a little woody yet it makes you feel so very secure and safe- similar to the fortress he runs. a true sign of his hardwork, it may be a little gross as you return his hug- groaning as usual. but as he relishes in your touch, you can smell the lingering scent of that ridiculous soap he insists on using, it smells like jasmine. so pure and weirdly sensual as he tells you yet again that "i've missed you". its fascinating how his scent does such an accurate job at reminding you of his honesty in his work and in loving you. you may complain about his sweaty hugs and his odd taste in soaps but you do hope that the both of you stay in each other's embrace for just a little longer, before it's all washed away down the pipes.

kazuha

an honest laugh sounds across the beach, kazuha's hand unconsciously moving a piece of your hair away from your face as he listens to you speak. "you just smell different from how i imagined..." the sheepish remark sparks the feeling of surprise within his chest. when you first set eyes on the wandering samurai, the image of autumn and beautiful maple leaves falling from trees appears within your mind- a reasonable thought. but it couldn't be further from the truth. kazuha smells like summer, he smells like white musk and coconut. it's a little woody, fruity and floral at the same time, similar to his calm yet charming nature. it reminds you of the way he is able to remain so composed like the tranquil ocean while he manages to fluster you with his flowery words. at times you can faintly smell the sea breeze, salty and citrusy- but the scent comes and goes as does he, never staying in one spot for too long. under the sun as you lay with him atop a warm rock feeling the breeze, his scent is vast. one moment it feels like splashing in the ocean under the sun and the next it feels like watching the waves crash against the shore under the moonlight. he smells like the way you romanticise being at the beach, whether you are playing with your friends or sitting in a hammock, just watching and existing. be glad that everytime he is away, the beach will always feel like home.

wanderer

there is something so peaceful about waking up in the early mornings of spring, the crisp air and morning dew is something so miniscule yet so easy to love. but all you chose to look at is how his mouth is agape, brows slightly scrunched together, the motion of his chest falling and rising is the only thing moving in the still environment that surrounds you. at this moment as he wakes, you are greeted with the delightful aroma of lavender. unlike his usual stubborn and harsh behaviour, the scent of lavender only enhances how calm and tranquil it feels. it makes you laugh at how different his personalities seem throughout the day. his eyes narrow at you as his arm that drapes lazily across your waist pulls you closer. you can smell the aroma, surprised at how long it has lasted, you like how it reminds you of his devotion to you. there are times he smells like bergamot too. it smells like the sun, citrusy and a little playful. it dispells the shadows of despondency and anxiety, he smells like breathing the fresh air of morning walks. he smells like hanging the fresh laundry in the afternoon on a sunny yet windy day. the mixture of scents remind you of the elegance and purity that he is. a man capable of change and love, after being brought his sun.

[puppiesandnightlock]

Link: Why Bruce Should Not Have The Title of World's Greatest Detective Anymore, a presentation by Tim Drake

Summary: Bruce didn't know the Super Sons were dating somehow, and Tim compiled a list of evidence of a bunch of moment here he should have caught on, but did not.

Featuring Confused and Tired Dad Bruce, PowerPoint master Tim, Traumatized Dick, and an embarrassed Damian.

Super Sons Week Bonus Day: Family and Legacy (this one won by a landslide on the tumblr poll)

In Bruce’s defense, he was a father of six officially and about twelve emotionally. He had long ago resigned his title of World’s Greatest Detective to Tim, so honestly, could you blame him for not noticing that his youngest son had had company around more often? And come on, it was Jonathan Samuel Kent, the two were practically glued to each other even before recent developments. 

How recent, he wasn't sure. 

And now he had to sit through a folder Tim had given him, evidence compiled in an attempt to clear things up in his head. He plugged in the USB that fell out of it and it opened to a powerpoint.

Of course.

Angels and Demons, or otherwise known as B, how the fuck did you not know?

A presentation by Tim Drake 

Evidence #1: “Wrestling.”

The slide played a clip of surveillance feed from inside of the manor. Damian had Jon pinned to the ground, both panting and flushed. 

“What’s going on here?” Bruce turned the doorknob, poking his head through the door.

Damian scrambled off of the taller boy, schooling his features to a mask of indifference. 

Jon made no such efforts, choosing to starfish across the carpeted floor, a blank look on his face as he stared at the ceiling.

“Nothing, Father, we decided to make use of our time and spar. Jonathan needs practice.” 

Bruce eyed them suspiciously, pausing to take in the scene. Damian’s usual gel slicked hair was ruffled, and Jon’s curls were splayed out on the floor, some in his face.

Then again, his hair was always a bit unruly.

Their faces were flushed, and they had been breathing heavily when he came in.

The quick once over seemingly revealed nothing to him, although one could clearly see the still blown pupils of an expressionless Jon, and both boys’ kiss-bitten lips.

“Next time, spar in the cave, that’s what it's there for.” He walked out, shutting the door behind him.

The video feed played for a bit longer, Damian putting his face in his hands, a very un-Damian-like thing to do, and groaning.

“I cannot believe that actually worked.”

Tim had left a little note on the side of the video after it stopped playing. You have six kids, and one of them is one Richard John Grayson, how on earth did you fall for that?

Evidence #2: Dates

This opened to a video from a phone, someone walking into Damian’s room and filming his fussing with his appearance in the mirror.

“Whatcha doin’, baby bat?” Tim’s voice came from the other side of the camera.

“Fixing my hair, what does it look like, Drake?”

“Whoa, whoa, chill. I’m just curious, I haven't seen you put this much interest into your appearance since you had picture day.”

Damian scowled, more out of admittance that he was right then spite.

“Say what you will, Timothy.” He hesitated. “How do I look?”

“You’ll blow his socks off, Dames.” Tim said softly, a hand reaching out from behind the phone to straighten his jacket.

Damian inhaled deeply and carefully walked down the stairs. The doorbell rang, and as if filming a reality show, Tim followed dutifully behind. Jon stood, looking as nervous as he was, holding a small bunch of wild flowers that he immediately thrust into Damian’s face. 

“Oh my god-” was whispered from Tim as the camera zoomed in on Damian, a pink flush becoming slightly visible.

“I’m so sending this to Dick.”

Damian handed off the flowers to the nearest person, but not before threading a few into Jon’s curls.

“Where are you going?” Bruce came out from the dining room, files in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

Tim switched the camera over to him, zooming in on his tired appearance, then zooming out so he could see everyone.

“The movies, s-sir.” Jon stuttered.

Burce raised an eyebrow. “Jon, you’ve known me for years, you can drop the formalities.”

An undignified squeak came from the boy and Damian sighed, albeit affectionately.

“We will be going, Father.”

“Have a good time.” He waved them off, disappearing into the labyrinth that is Wayne Manor.

“That’s it?” Tim was heard screeching off screen. “He gave ME hell, gave my dates HELL, broke out the KRYPTONITE when Kon even LOOKED at me, and all you get is HAVE A GOOD TIME?”

“Sucks to suck.” Damian jeered, taking Jon by the hand and dragging him out the door.

Followed by it was several screenshots from a chat titled “Rockin’ Robins”, all of them sharing stories until someone pointed out that maybe Bruce didn't even know it was a date, which was accurate.

This note said There were flowers. Flowers.

Evidence #3: They were in A FUCKING CLOSET.

Bruce spat his coffee out at that, massaging his temples. This was getting to be way too much. He did not at all need to know about what had happened in the closet, especially because he remembered this particular one and frankly? It was embarrassing that he didn’t catch on then.

Bruce was walking down the hallway when he suddenly heard noises coming from the third floor janitor's closet.

Tentatively, he opened the door. The last thing he expected was for Jon and Damian to stumble out of it, school uniforms slightly unbuttoned and very rumpled. Jon’s glasses were crooked, and Damian’s tie was missing.

“F-Father!” Damian stuttered, attempting to smooth out his ruffled appearance. Jon silently handed him his tie, both boys flushing furiously under Bruce’s rather confused gaze.

“What were you doing in there? Aren’t you supposed to be on that field trip? Your class is still on the first floor.” 

“W-We were…uh-” Jon fidgeted with the buttons on his shirt, nudging Damian for help.

Suddenly, his gaze caught on something reflecting green in his son’s back pocket. His eyes narrowed and his face set into a firm expression.

“We will be talking about this at home. I’m disappointed in both of you, I thought we’d gone over this.” 

Damian’s face paled, before morphing into one of confusion. “What exactly are you talking about, Father?”

“Sneaking out for hero work.”

Both teens inwardly sobbed in relief as Damian said stiffly, “Yes, Father.”and Jon with a quaking “Sorry, Uncle Bruce.”

Satisfied in his parenting skills, Bruce continued towards his office.

If he watched the video Tim had put in from the surveillance feed of Wayne Enterprises, he could almost guarantee they would have both been sporting some rather suspicious brusings. 

Bruce stood up, he was going to need a drink to get through the rest of this. 

Unbeknownst to him, most of his kids were perched in the living room, wheezing at their father’s reactions.

Damian was rather displeased at all that was being shown, and his face was flushed red.

“Looks like baby bat isn’t so innocent.” Jason cackled.

“My precious sweet little boy, this is OBSCENE, they are BABIES!”

“Richard, I am nineteen years old.”

“BABIES.”

Tim closed the laptop as Bruce left the cave, leaning back. “It was sad, honestly, to compile all this information and realize Bruce didn't get any of it. I mean, how long has it been?”

“Three years.” Damian muttered.

“Three fucking years. It’s sad to see him go.” Duke said solemnly.

There was a moment of silence as they mourned the loss of their once perceptive father.

Then promptly burst into laughter.

@super-sons-week-2023

[spruzu]

THROWING SOME SONIC HEADCANONS ON U

Sonic

-He always has a bruise or scratch on him somewhere even if he hasnt fought eggman in a few days. there. is. always. one.

-He's also COVERED in scars. Theyre either covered up by his fur/quills or theyve faded over the years.

-When sonic showers he uses a bottle that can be used for shower gel, shampoo, conditioner, moisturiser, mascara, ketchup, pepsi and a microwave.

-Sonic only really likes physical touch like hugging when he's seriously injured or in pain (example A. sonic prime and frontiers). Also he doesnt mind it when he's doing it to someone else.

-Sonic paces when he's worried, thinking or waiting for something. (Shadow does this too just less)

-Sonic fidgets in his sleep a LOT. He'll falls asleep on his back and wake up with his legs half off the bed and the duvet on the floor.

-Sonic cant cook so he gets tails to make him dinner (he knows how to make chilli dogs tho dw)

-Sonic used to hum tails to sleep when there was a storm

-This ties in with the one before it. SONIC IS A FANTASTIC SINGER. This man is angelic. Also no one can tell me Rouge can't sing coz she defo can.

-Sonic has a draw of all the stuff from his past adventures (chips bracelet, this upgrades from sa2, etc.)

-He smells like man deodorant (Lynx)

Shadow

-He takes notes on how to be a ''real mobian'' since he was brought up on the ARK he doesnt really know how to fit in so he'll stalk sonic and take in how he acts.

-Shadow and Rouge have ''girl nights'' where they stay up, do face masks, eat pizza and watch movies. Just a sleepover pretty much. (Omega is sometimes involved to)

-Shadow sleeps like a vampire

-Shadow and sonic spar often (3-4 days a week)

-And if sonic doesnt show up to the sparing session he'll go find him and make sure he's ok that they are still sparing

-His bedroom is lit up by lamps, no big light at all just lamps and the window.

-He's INSANELY good at cooking and baking. Gordon ramsey ahh hedgehog

-Can speak every language fluetly, this includes few ones that are dead (this is smt gerald gave him when he was in the 'creation' sage oin the ARK)

-He smells fucking fantastic 24/7. Lavendar, rlly nice perfume (probably Rouge's), deodarant, anything! This man smells great.

Knuckles

-He has a really low spice tolerance, one SPECK of spice and this dude is like sonic in tmosth.

-He gets bothered by Rouge trying to steal the master emerald at least once a week.

-Works out everyday, maxes out the machines and just goes at it like it's at the lowest setting.

-Sometimes he'll ask if sonic wants to spar for the fun of it if he's not on Angel island.

-FEMINIST! (He loves women)

-Denise he loves rouge but will just get flustered if she makes on single flirtation towards him.

-Has tubs of frosting and a spoon at nearly all times (WHAT IF HE GETS HUNGRY ITS A GOOD SNACK)

Tails

-Tails puts on cooking videos for background noise when he making/designing a new invention.

-Tails info dumps about planes and nerdy stuff to sonic and sonic just pretend s like he knows what tails is going on about because he knows it makes tails happy.

-Tails uses his tails for pillows sometimes.

-Getes his little hair ruffled by everyone (mainly sonic)

-Likes making gifts for people as a way to say thank you

Amy

-Amy plays dress up with cream.

-Herself and her room smells like roses/flowers in general.

-Loves watching mean girls with rouge.

-Doesnt look it but is STRONNGGGG. Your telling me that she would swing a punch and wouldnt send someone FLYING?? SHE CARRIES THAT MASSIVE HAMMER FOR VRYING OUT LOUD!!!

-Crystals.

Rouge

-LOVES to gossip

-Ayesha Erotica listener

-Does shadows makeup sometimes (Omega watches)

-Has a perfume collection that she lets shadow use to

-Has the most BEAUTIFUL dresses in her wardrobe for different occasions

-Loves to wear rings

there u go, have fun with those.

[ten-shi-fandoms]

Their love language + a bit of them as a partner:

Blue lock addition pt 3

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Cw: characters are aged up, fluff/angst headcanons, mentions of pet names

Characters: Nagi Seishiro, Chigiri Hyoma, Reo Mikage, Kunigami Rensuke

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Chigiri Hyoma ⚽🏃:

I feel like Chigiri's love language is acts of service.

In particular acts of hair and skin care service-

Chigiri loves you and his favorite things are your hair and skin.

He loves the feeling of your hair under his fingertips as he combs through your hair with his hand, the way the golden light of the sun glistens off your skin first thing in the morning.

He loves it so much that he decided to take care of it for you.

Hair care is something he does on himself so he loves doing it for you which usually ends up with the two of you having hair care dates.

He's so gentle with you and it shows in your hair treatment.

Chigiri washs your hair so gently that you could fall asleep, he won't even mind either.

Instead he'll just pick you up and move you so he can continue only after he's finished will he wake you up for skin care.

Your skin care consist of serums, rubs, masks, gels, lotions, and all the above.

He'll apply everything onto you as well, he won't even let you raise a finger.

He'll rub his hands gently over your face with each product, making sure to massage it in by the end of the small session your face is practically glowing, super hydrated and soft.

He does other little things for you as well.

Little things like good day notes telling you cute pickup lines and well wishes, good morning and good night text are a everyday occurrence.

He loves leaving hair product nearby for you, he puts them in the most obvious places and then acts like he didn't notice you eye it and use it. He'll just smile quietly to himself at how happy you look when your hair felt so soft under the pads of your fingers.

Angst:

When Chigiri is upset you can tell.

His eyes will burn wholes into anyone unlucky enough to be in his way, his hair a little messy, the biting of his lip until it's raw.

They're small signs but signs nonetheless.

When he's upset ask him to bathe with you.

The idea of relaxing with you in warm water makes Chigiri agree which end up with you gently washing his hair as he melts into you leaning his head back into your hands.

During these times he's vulnerable, and loves the way your hands gently scratch against his sensitive scalp, rubbing out the knots and leaving his hair and head light.

He gets so drunk off your love like this, the irritation he felt washing away like the conditioner rinsing into the water.

When your upset prepare for a spa day with him.

This man will pamper you to the point where you will forget why you were upset in the first place.

Doesn't matter if you want or don't want to be touched he somehow makes you give into him.

He'll run make you shower after he'll run a bath for you to relax in, even fill it with bubbles if thats what you want.

He'll wash your body, give you massages as the water soaks away your worries and irritation. Then his soft finger will lace themselves in your hair washing it with such fondness that it can make you sleepy.

If you want more he'll be placing gentle kisses against your shoulders, neck and ears, if not he'll simply wash your hair while quietly praising you for making it through the day, if you want him to stay quiet he'll stay silent and let you rant or cry about whats wrong.

Always makes sure to do your skin care especially if your not in the mood to do it.

He'll even dress you if you want, and if you just want your underwear that's fine to he won't comment on it.

After he'll lay you on the bed or couch get your favorite snacks, drinks and blankets just so he can bundle you up and put on whatever you want.

He'll even give you his shirts or hoodies just for you to have a piece of him with you if you want to left alone.

Whenever you fall asleep he'll quietly run his fingers through your hair as he whispers soft praise and loving words.

The next morning expect breakfast in bed and lots of kiss and praise.

Kunigami Resuke ⚽🦸🏻‍♂️:

Fluff:

Kunigami's love language is quailty time no doubt.

Kunigami wants you to feel special and he does that by spending time with you.

Little dates at the park, walking around the wall hand in hand, watching movies cuddled up together, all of it is quality time.

He does pick up some act of service traits.

Things like making sure you eat, making you bentos and such but he prefers spending time with you because it allows him to not only have his eyes on you but have your presence nearby.

Like why would he need to make sure you ate if he's sitting next to you at a café as you munch on a dessert he bought for his baby?

He loves taking you out whether it be out to a restaurant for a nice meal, a store to pick up some iteams or even the gym to have you cheer him on as he works out he will do it.

It doesn't even matter if you dislike outdoor activities, he will make you have so much fun it indoor activities.

Things like watching movies, painting, drawing, playing around are all normal occurrences when you both are home.

Things like this make Kunigami happy because he doesn't spend time with you often mainly due to blue lock and everything that comes with it.

All the time he has with you is memorial so don't worry about anything else.

He has small ways of making time for you to.

From spending less time practicing to calling off gatherings just to make time for you which he uses happily.

You can call him and say you want to spend time with him and he's already on his way-

Bonus points if you just called him because you missed him.

Expect lots of kisses and a movie marathon-

Angst:

Kunigami doesn't get upset often, he's really level headed so when he gets upset its a big deal.

You can tell he's upset by looking at the veins popping out on his face and how tight he's clutching his hands.

You don't have to do much.

Just find someway to take him away from what's irritating him.

It can anything, from not getting his goals, someone messing with him, even a opposing team who tried shit talking him.

Just grab him or tell him to leave and he'll follow you (not without sending a nasty glare to whatever made him upset-)

All you gotta do to calm him down is spend some time with him.

Hug his arm as you both walk around the streets to get fresh air, kiss his hands while you to sit watching movies, praise him as he lays his head against your shoulder.

Your entire being calms him down, he can never stay mad when he's around you and anyone can tell.

Just a little bit of your love is enough to calm his soul.

When your upset expect alot of attention.

No it's not physical either.

Kunigami is good at reading most people and depending on how long you've been together he can read you very well.

He can tell by the subtle things.

Your small groans as you work on something difficult, the nail/lip biting when your annoyed, the slight twitch of your eye when your about to snap.

He sees it all.

He's there when you need him.

His arms open if you want hugs, his lips already pressed against your temple when your angry , his hands rested gently on your face as you cry.

During this time he'll try to take you out.

It's usually to small restaurant and places of comfort for you but if your not in the mood he'll turn on some of your favorite programs and sit a bit away from you as you watch in silence.

He keeps his love at arms length always ready for you to push or pull him in depending on your mood.

Not in the mood to talk? No worries Kunigami is there waiting for you with snacks to stuff your face. Want to be held? He'll gently hold your body close to his while you listen to music. Wanna be alone? It's alright, he'll be waiting for you to come to him.

No matter how much you push him away he'll still stay close enough for you to know he's ready for you to spend time together.

He won't force it, and it's very natural.

If you fall asleep on the couch he'll gently pick you up and lay you in bed. If your already asleep in bed he'll take the couch so you can have time to yourself. If you want him, he'll snuggle up to you allowing your head to rest on his chest.

You will always have breakfast ready when you awake, your favorite show or movie playing for you to watch and a small blanket fort just for the two of you to watch said movie or show.

Also expect lots of kisses and dates the rest of the day-

He's gotta make sure his baby is okay you know :)

Nagi Seishiro 😪⚽:

Nagi's love language is physical touch and words of affirmation, mainly physical touch.

Nagi isn't someone who wants to get up, often times he's lazing around playing games or sleeping but he's good with his words.

He doesn't say much and is very blunt but he knows how to praise you.

He'll praise you for almost anything.

You can sitting down next to playing with his fingers as he plays his games. As soon as he wins he'll turn to you and praise you for helping him when even when you've done nothing.

Also he's a big cuddle bug.

He'll cuddle and hold you while he plays his games with his reasoning being your his good luck charm and having you in his arms makes him win.

His words and soft but firm cuddles give way to lots of quick naps and getting scolded by Reo-

To many times has Nagi cooed his way into your arms as he played his games, which quickly turned into a "small nap" which caused him to miss practice because you both were sleep for a few hours and that lead to you both being scolded by Reo only for it to happen again the following day-

Nagi is soft with his affirmations a stark contrast to his normally blunt speech.

He'll not only praise you but he'll coo at you to make things better.

You can be frustrated about not winning a game and he'll practically cooing in your ear about how he'll win for you and how good you did.

Will end up with you somehow in his arms curled up on the couch while he plays a game.

Many days you guys sleep on the couch because Nagi likes to cuddle you in smaller places due to it making you hold onto him tighter to not fall off.

Home dates are what Nagi is known for-

He'll even cancel stuff with Reo just to spend time with you cuddled on the couch watching some shitty comedy or even a dumb horror movie.

He's forgetful in the fact he'll forget dates you guys plan out which has lead to some arguments but it always ends up with you curled in Nagi's arms as he whispers small apologizes (even though he doesn't know what he did wrong-) and promising to do better.

Angst:

Listen you will never have the slightest idea this man is upset under no circumstances.

No expressions, no lack of communication (he barely speaks as is-), no hand movements, no nothing.

The only way you find out is either he tells you which is most times or if you ask him is he upset.

He's blunt about it and will tell you directly what he wants.

Whether it be words of how good he's done or holding him close in silence he'll make sure to let you know.

He'll get bored faster and just wants to be held in your arms, it makes him feel safe and wanted. He gets to be Nagi and not a genius. He gets to be your boyfriend instead of a tressure or a football(soccer) player. He gets to be himself instead off all the labels placed upon him.

When your upset in all honesty he won't notice it.

I mean literally-

Like he loves you but he won't notice the changes in behavior, the irritation or sadness, he won't notice any of it until you snap or fall into tears.

Only then will Nagi notice your upset.

He won't know what to do.

He does know that you need him so he'll turn off his games try to comfort you.

That usually includes him holding you, praising, trying to get you to watch movies with him and playing games.

If you don't want him near you, he'll try his best to convince you to play co-op with him. You wanna cry? Don't worry he's holding you close to his chest while mumbling small praises that your doing good. Want silence? He'll persuade you to play games with him in silence.

He'll be sure just to be there the way your there for him even if it's not physical.

He'll cuddle you until you fall asleep (or he does), if you don't want cuddles he'll hold your hand until you sleep (or he does-)

Your gonna be sore the next morning-

Not because of anything bad-

It's all because when you wake up Nagi is most likely going to laying ontop of you his arms around your torso, head ontop of yours, legs around your waist, his entire body weight ontop of your body and the lack of movement from your limbs will have you wishing you slept on the couch-

Or the floor-

Reo Mikage 💸⚽:

Gift giving.

Thats all-

I'm kidding but seriously this mans love language is gift giving.

That along with acts of service but mainly gift giving.

Reo loves the idea of pampering you in his (read his parents-) wealth and it shows.

He'll take you out to the most expensive places out there and get you whatever you want no matter the expense.

Saw a pair of shoes for over your budget? Don't worry Reo got them for you. Want to go to a very expensive restaurant but don't have enough money to get a reservation? No matter! Reo rented the entire place out for the two of you!

People sometimes think your a gold digger because of how much he spoils you but it's not like that.

Reo just loves spoiling you.

It can be with money or himself.

He'll wait by you on hand and foot.

Need something to drink? He's already got it for you. Your hungry? He ordered food the moment the words left your mouth and will try to feed you. Muscles sore? Poor baby, lay down so he can massage your sore muscles. Your feet hurt because of how much you two were walking? Its okay! Reo is bending down for you to get on his back, thats just how Reo is.

He loves you so much, but he won't baby you the way he does Nagi.

He gives you space but he's there at your bicken call.

You deserve the best and so he tries to give you the best ,though he'll slow down with gifts if your getting overwhelmed or uncomfortable.

Angst:

Easy to read.

You can see the clear irritation on Reo's face, not mention his cold demeanor to everyone but you.

He'll snap easily, his even swing on people who make him upset.

During these times take him somewhere private away from watchful eyes and hold him, praise him let him know you don't care what others think and just how much you love him.

Sometimes it may seem like your words didn't get through to him but they did you can tell by the gentle grip on your hips as he quietly nods along to what you say.

Just wants to be held when he's upset.

Just hold him and kiss him, he'll melt into you, his body flush against yours as you lay on the couch together you gently cradling his face as you pamper him with kisses.

Makes him feel special and very much loved not to mention seen.

When your upset he won't back off. He'll give you space but he'll try to cheer you up.

Money, new outfits, plushies, shoes, accessories, food, drinks the whole nine yards.

Anything you need he's got it for you, everything you want he'll buy no matter the cost or item.

If you want alone time he'll stay nearby that you call him but he won't be in eye or ear shot.

If you want affection, he'll be as affectionate as he can.

He'll hold you, letting you rest on his lap as he mumbles soft "it's okays" to you.

If you need to rant or rage he'll listen quietly. You need to cry? His shoulder is ready for you. Want to stay silent and sleep? He'll gently rub his hand along your back as he hums your favorite song until you either fall asleep or relax under his soft touch.

You can expect a nice breakfast ready for you when you awake, along with lots of gifts and sweet words.

[moonsapprentice]

𝔗𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

𝔄𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔵𝔢

✩ like every single fanfiction author on the face of tumblr and wattpad would describe, Tord has caramel brown hair. It can really easily get staticky which is funny as fuck when he works on his robots. You’ll walk in and it’s all over the place.

✩ I see people describing his hair as ‘hair horns’ which isn’t wrong per-say, but a better word for it is cowlicks. He literally cannot control them. When he was a teenager he tried so hard to gel them back just to have them spring right back up. Despite that, his hair is actually really silky. He doesn’t like having body hair so he shaves all of it off. Sometimes he leaves a happy trail though.

✩ his eyes are a very striking grey. Depending on lighting they look wildly different. They can look almost white and icy in the light But in the dark they can look menacing and deep.

✩ Tords skin is pretty pale. His skin has warm-neutral undertones. He mostly prefers to be indoors, especially when he’s deep into a project. However when it isn’t above 70 degrees he loves to go out into the woods.

✩ He’s around 6’3 and lean. He’s not very visibly muscular but you can tell he works out. when he’s just out in a t shirt you might catch a glimpse of bicep.

✩ very warm body temperature. Norway is cold, so his body probably just got used to producing heat.

✩ I don’t mean this in a weird way, but he has a pretty face. Just generally nice to look at.

✩ he wears a lot of comfy, casual things. I imagine him as a bit of a gym guy, so sweatpants and T shirts are his go to. And obviously, hoodies.

✩ Tord has scars all over his body.

ℜ𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠

✩ very romantic

✩ his love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation, with acts of service sprinkled in

✩ Tord never does it infront of people but spews the sweetest most poetic shit you’ve ever heard. Literally pure honey straight out of his mouth. It’s mostly things about your appearance. He has trouble defining his emotions, so instead of opening up and trying to deal with it he says ‘I love you’ a million times a day. It’s the only emotion he truely can explain. He just loves you.

✩ even if he can’t say his emotions, he can sure as hell show them with touch. He can’t say ‘I’m feeling down today’ but he can wrap his arms around your waist from behind and look at you with droopy eyes. He can’t say ‘I feel happy’ so he hugs you tightly and peppers kisses all over your face.

✩ big big big snuggler. Happy to be small or big spoon, whatever it takes to have you close by

✩ a bit random but if you’re into skincare he’d really want you to put a face mask on him. Girl dad style.

✩ loves to kiss on your neck, especially your pulse point. He likes to be reminded you’re alive and always around.

✩ Tord loves receiving kisses on the corner of his mouth and on his neck.

✩ likes a healthy amount of pda. Hugging, kissing, and hand holding are all on the table. As long as the kisses are under five seconds.

✩ gets jealous easily. He trusts you to not do anything but he doesn’t trust other people.

✩ it’s corny, but gun range dates. I CAN’T DENY IT. HE WOULD.

✩ rough and long kisses are his shit. He likes feeling connected to you

✩ 90% of the time has his arm around your waist.

✩ love love loves touching your hair. he’ll touch it at any given chance.

✩ I feel like he’d have a strong sense of smell, so he recognizes your perfume, shampoo, body wash. Everything.

✩ He dates you with the intent of staying together for a long time. He sees you as a spouse rather than just a partner.

✩ loves going to theme parks with you

✩ gives AMAZING massages

✩ would be very happy at the thought of marriage. He doesn’t need a big wedding if you don’t want one, you could even elope. He just wants to feel connected to you.

✩ very tight hugs. Like he’s scared you’ll float away

✩ might want kids to continue his legacy, but a bit iffy on it due to his ‘secret occupation’.

✩ HE WILL GIVE YOU FLOWERS EVERY WEEK NO MATTER WHATT ‼️‼️ NO MATTER IF YOU’RE FIGHTING, HES BUSY, WHATEVER. NOTHING WILL STOP HIM

✩ terrified of losing you

ℜ𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪

✩ light sleeper, if he gets any sleep

✩ stays up until 2 - 3am on most nights

✩ despite this, also likes the morning? Both a morning and a night person. Probably gets up around 8 or 9am. Late at night and early in the morning are his most productive hours. During the day he mostly lounges.

✩ smells like smoke, wood, and cologne.

✩ smokes weed very often

✩ loves energy drinks, SEPCIFICALLY white monster.

✩ sweet tooth

✩ but can’t bake for shit.

✩ bites his nails very badly

✩ furrows his brows when he’s focused

✩ crack his back please he needs it.

✩ likes bbq sauce

✩ salmon enjoyer. Specifically smoked

✩ used to dye his hair that dark brown color because he thought it made him look cooler.

✩ mostly listens to metal music and punk rock, but secretly has a vocaloid obsession

✩ his favorite anime is sailor moon because I said so.

✩ would I be wrong if I say he probably has a hatsune miku body pillow

✩ I don’t really think he has a canon family but in my mind I have a whole life story for him. I think that his dad is the OG red army leader, and the main base is in Norway. I don’t think they have a good relationship. His dad often went way to far in teaching him lessons in combat, survival, strategy, etc but they both kind of bonded over engineering. Bonding maybe isn’t the right word because tord definitely does not love his dad, but his father saw that Tord had strengths in robotics and let him persue that. Then bla bla bla Tords the red leader now. If you want you can just ignore this Hc ^^ it just helps me see him as more of a person than a 2D character. I have mini life stories in my head for all the EW characters but Tords is the one I can see the most clearly.

✩ Pau and pat are like brothers to him

✩ wears boxers with hearts on them

✩ also wears Minecraft boxers

𝔑𝔰𝔣𝔴

✩ Any sex position with you in his lap is his favorite. He puts his head in your boobs and holds you still, thrusting up into you. Sometimes he likes to do mating press though.

✩ Tord gets so focused on your pleasure that sometimes he forgets about his own. He’ll go round after round with his head between your thighs.

✩ 100% a switch. He could be on top of you with your legs over his shoulders, or sinking back into the mattress with his eyes rolling back into his head.

✩ lowk a brat

✩ 7 inches when hard. Bends upwards. Shaved

✩ A big kink for dry humping. If you’re in his lap he’ll start grinding on you. He’ll press little kisses on your neck too

✩ goes crazy for some titties

✩ has a lot of crazy ideas, and would love to try them on you if you consent

✩ pretty much has no turn offs. He’s open to try anything you want as long as you’re happy. The only thing he’d never do is hurt you. The other aspects of his life are so violent he doesn’t want to take it to the bedroom

✩ massive oral fixation. He likes having your thumb in his mouth or vice versa depending who’s the top.

✩ he’s very very perverted and very very horny, but he also loves the connection that sex provides. Like yes, he likes boobies at face value. But when he gets into it he really gets into it. Sex is when most of his emotions come out. If he’s had a hard week he may be a bit rougher (obviously with consent). I could also see him as the type to cry a little when he finishes. It’s very rare though.

✩ a high libido. If you’re down he’s down.

✩ if no one else is home he will do it ANYWHERE with you.

✩ will give hickies anywhere. And if you give him one he will show it off proudly

✩ can go about 3-4 rounds average

✩ Lowkey has a breeding kink I can’t lie.

This has been in my drafts for like 3 months so sorry if some parts are a bit ass 🫶 xoxo

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Your thoughts on skincare with Koko?

*cracks knuckles* You've activated my trap card...

Personally, I think Koko has a really nice routine. It's no 20-step, ultra expensive, Influencer™ routine, but it's effective at keeping his skin clear and healthy.

He wouldn't be caught dead buying the cheap-cheap stuff, but he doesn't buy all high-end products either.

Koko simply has a gentle foaming wash, a good moisturizer, maybe a serum or leave-on mask for that extra hydration and healthy glow.

Honestly, he's the same with hair products too. No cheap shit, no most expensive product known to mankind either. Just effective, middle ground products that do their job while also keeping his hair healthy 👍

But I digress–

He is definitely the type to want to share this with his partner(s) too! If you don't already have a skincare routine, well, you're going to have one by the time he's done with you.

He just wants you to look and feel nice too, like he does after his routine. 🥺

If you already have your own routine, Koko is going to ask questions about the products you use, maybe recommend a few of his own faves.

Looooves a good face mask at the end of the week. Just cover up your stress with clay or gel and rinse it off after a while 👌

[asterias-record-shop]

Could you please do a spiderman!Ethan x reader where they are just friends but she knows he is spider man and helps stitch him up at the end of the day? And he ends up confessing to her one day? Thank you! Sorry didn’t read the end of your guide lines!

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If there was one person Ethan could rely on after a save gone wrong, it was you. It was truly always and every time you.

He liked that. That you were always there for him, always cleaning him up after he went out on patrol.

This time though, it was different. You were angry, very angry.

"How could you be so stupid, huh?!" You yelled at him, slapping the back of his head. Your slaps hurt worse than the actual criminals.

"Ow! Y/N, that hurts!" He basically whined, pushing away your hand before you threatened to swat at him again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Oh, it hurts. It hurts. You were just thrown into how many walls?!" You groaned, letting the needle fall into the small container after you finished stitching up his bicep. "For fucks sake, Ethan... you need to be more careful. I just... I don't know, I hate seeing you get home all hurt and stuff.”

Maybe it was your wording that made his stomach spin — home. He had never felt more at home with you, in an apartment that you made feel like a home. Ethan lost count of how many times he fell asleep here at your apartment, in your bed that always smelled like your perfume.

“I’m sorry,” Ethan whispered as you cleaned up a smaller wound with some hydrogen peroxide and softly patted it fry before spreading on some Neosporin. “Y/N? I’m sorry, I really am.”

“Why are you apologizing to me?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. “You’re the one that gets thrown through walls.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one that worries,” he whispers, shrugging. “You’re the only one that worries.”

“Don’t say that,” you whisper, softly patting on his bare chest, trying to keep your eyes off of his extremely toned abdomen. “I’m not the only one who worries.”

“Who else does?” Ethan finally looks at you, his confusion making your clench heart. “Tell me. Who else cares about me?”

“We have friends, Ethan,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his head. “Please, just… be more careful, okay?”

“Are you done?” Ethan’s voice is hoarse as he looked down at his ripped suit, shaking his head. “I need to go get it fixed.”

“I can sew it,” you offer as you make sure all of his wounds were properly fixed, even though they would heal quickly later on. “If you want.”

“I appreciate it, Y/N, but you know it’s like… special,” he smiled slightly at you making you nod. “Thank you, though.”

“Yeah, of course,” you say with a slight smile as you twirl a strand of his curls around your finger. “How does all this hair stay under that mask?”

“A lot of gel,” he laughs, shaking his head. “I don’t know, I’m thinking of cutting it.”

“Think that would be cute,” you comment, completely ignoring your own wording. “Try a new look.”

Ethan paused. “You think I should cut my hair?”

You giggled, shaking your head. “I just thought it might be better to keep under the suit, but you manage however you want. Are you gonna stay or leave?”

“What do you want me to do?”

You shrug, shaking your head. “I don’t care. If you stay, though, I was on the phone with Chad before you got here so I need to call him back.”

Ethan’s face scrunches. “Why were you on the phone with Chad?”

“Why does it matter who I’m on the phone with?” You laugh, shaking your head. “We were just talking.”

“About?”

“Life, what’s going on, I don’t know! We talk, what’s wrong with talking?” You giggled as you grab your phone, shrugging. “Are you going to stay so I can put it on speaker?”

Ethan shook his head, standing. “No, I need to go.”

“Oh,” it comes out soft as you watch him go to your window. “Okay. I’ll uhm… be safe.”

“Yeah,” Ethan quickly put on his mask, quickly going back to his dorm where sure enough, Chad was on the phone with you.

“Is Ethan home?” You were on speaker, making sure he had gotten home safe.

“I thought he’s been in his room, but I’ll make sure,” he could hear Chad’s footsteps as he quickly tried to push his suit off, quickly jumping into his bed to his it. “You good?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m good.”

“You hiding a girl or something? You look fucking gone.” Chad said, tilting his head.

Ethan shook his head. “No, I’m just getting ready to go get a haircut.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah, Y/N, he’s home. We were talking about Mittens, right?” Chad closed the door, continuing to talk to you as Ethan sighed, quickly dressing in normal clothes and going to a barber close by.

“Just… cut it.”

Later that night, you certainly weren’t expecting Ethan to basically fall through your window. You had been up all night taking care of the cat Chad found and wanted to see if you could take care of, who were you to say no to the black cat with perfect white mittens?

“Holy shit, Ethan! Ethan, are you okay?”

“I was thrown through a damn building.”

“For fucks sake, Ethan!” You groaned, assuring that the kitten was okay inside of the blankets and heating pad. “What did I say about being careful?!”

“I tried!”

So for the second time today, you were patching up Ethan as you tried to persuade him to take off the mask. “Does it look bad?”

“No.”

“Then why won’t you show me?” You respond, trying to avoid checking him out while all he was wearing was navy blue briefs.

“Because.”

“Because why?”

“I just don’t want you to see it, okay?!” He groaned as you squirted alcohol on his cut, cursing. “Fuck, Y/N, that hurt!”

“Good, you asshole! Don’t fucking yell at me!” You shoved him, standing up as you opened the window. “Better yet, get the fuck out! You’ve been a fucking asshole all damn day, get out!”

Ethan felt his stomach start turning, shaking his head. “N-No, I’m sorry-”

“No, sorry doesn’t cut it! Get out, we’ve gone over this, Ethan, never fucking yell at me! Get out!” You shook your head, pointing out the window as Ethan rushed to stand, taking off the mask.

His new haircut was nice, a mullet like cut that you actually really liked. “I’m so sorry for yelling, Y/N, I am. I’m sorry I yelled at you, please… please don’t make me go.”

You inhale, quickly looking to the side when you heard the loud mews of the kitten. You quickly ran to the kitten, making sure it wasn’t too hot and watching as it starts to play with your finger. “Oh, you’re such a little thing.”

He stared at you as you bent down over the kitten, your linen shorts catching his eye as they ride up on your pretty thighs and the satin camisole you wore to sleep. He loved it, oh he loved looking at you.

“Y/N?”

“Still mad at you.”

“Oh.” He goes quiet as you coo at the small kitten, humming a soft tune as he sighed softly. “Please-”

You scoffed. “Shut up, Ethan. Don’t let that cute haircut get to your head.”

He stayed still, staring down at his stitched up chest as you turned around, raising a brow. “Why are you so pissed off?”

“I was jealous.”

“About?”

“You talking to Chad.”

You pause, looking back at him. “He’s dating Tara, dude.”

“And?”

“You think I would make someone cheat on another? You’re a fucking asshole, Ethan-”

“No, of course not,” he says, shaking his head. “I just… I don’t like the thought of you being with another guy.”

You turn, inhaling. “What the hell do you want, Ethan?”

“You.”

His words make you gape at him, eyes narrowed. “What?”

“I-I… I want you.” He whispered, shaking his head. “To be my girlfriend. T-To… I want to love you.”

You inhaled, gasping as he easily moved to kneel over your body, humming as he pushed his nose to softly brush against yours. “Oh, Ethan-”

“Please,” he basically begged, his lips brushing against yours like two ends of the same magnet. “Please, I want… I want to kiss you. Will you let me kiss you?”

“Just be careful with the kitten,” you whisper, pushing your hands into his hair and pulling him lower, groaning as his lips finally pressed against yours. “Fuck, Ethan, what took you so long?”

“It’s the haircut.”

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[cthulhusstepmom]

Simon has been engaging in what he likes to call "exposure therapy"; in essence he'll go to Soap's room, usually when he's there, and stare at the snake until he feels his lips start to burn and twist. When he's feeling particularly brave he'll go sit on the bathroom floor and stare down the cobra, False cobra he reminds himself. That one is usually better, it's smaller and objectively otherworldly. It's hard to justify having a panic attack over a purple snake half as long as his arm. He's been getting better, the burning turns to a subtle itch to a barely noticeable twitch. It took five hours of sitting in cold tile to get even the slightest reaction last time, watching Hugo cruise around his enclosure while Johnny slept soundly in the other room. Hour six and he does something stupid.

He knows the falsie can't hurt him, no worse than a bee sting if he lets it chew him up, he read. He'd seen Soap handle him, seen the love in his eyes as he looked at him. He doesn't really realize he's done it until he hears the click of the glass door hitting home. And now Simon is frozen watching the snake come forward to investigate him, can feel the flicks of its tongue flicking over his gooseflesh. His lungs start burning, watching the snake flare out its neck hovering above his palm. His scales are wet from where he'd been swimming as he inches carefully onto Ghost's arm. The texture brings him back to the present, incredibly smooth and pleasantly warm to the touch from the warm water. Ghost shakes his head and looks down. Hugo is exploring his lap at a leisurely pace, poking his head into the folds of material in his sweats. Eventually he finds the stretched out pocket and in a flash he dives in and curls himself up as pleased as punch. After that, his exposure therapy takes a different turn and, with Soap's permission, he even takes Hugo to the break room in the dead of night to meet the goldfish (safely on the outside of the glass of course).

One day Soap approaches him with a pleased hop in his step and announces that he found someone for Hugo. Ghost isn't upset. He's not. He knows how Johnny's operation works, Hugo was never going to be a permanent resident...but it just feels so soon.

Soap gives him the details and a week later they've set a meeting in the parking lot of the local Tesco's. Hugo is leisurely curling through Ghost's fingers, distracting him from the exposed feeling of just a black medical mask, as Johnny watches with a small smile on his face that's slowly disappearing as the time crawls past fifteen minutes late. At half an hour late a loud car peels into the lot with a screech, making a beeline toward their borrowed pickup and pulling to a stop far far too close to Johnny for Simon's comfort.

The kid that gets out of the car is tall and lanky with dusty blond hair that's seen more gel than shampoo in the past several weeks. He's young, younger than Simon had expected and from the contemplative frown on Johnny's face younger than he expected too. He's early twenties, 24 at the oldest. He also reeks of cigarette smoke, not that Ghost himself is the perfect role model for lung health but he's not chain-smoked like that since he was a teenager with something to prove.

"Ay sup bruv! Sorry I'm late traffic's a fucking bitch." The kid claps a hand on Soap's back. "Where is it?" Soap is opening his mouth to answer but he's cut off by the next outburst. "Fuck mate you're holding it? That's fucking ballsy, mad respect! Big lad like you, probably take a while before it offed you though yeah?"

The urge to put a bullet through this cocky little wankstain is a loud chant in the back of his mind.

"Not worse than a bee sting." He growls under his breath.

"S' a Cobra innit?" The kid snarks.

"False Water Cobra." Soap corrects and Ghost can hear the click of his teeth as he spits out the words.

"...still venomous though right? Your post said it was venomous."

A pregnant pause fills the air as Soap and Ghost make eye contact. Silent communication flies between them, a language learned in a landscape of fire and death. The slightest twitch, a shallow nod.

"We're done here." Ghost snarls as let's Hugo slither into his pocket, crossing his arms.

"Oi! I dunno what you think you're doing freakshow but I'm not leaving without my fucking snake." The kid reaches ominously into his pocket.

The little shit makes it a single step forward before a heavy hand clamps down on his trapezius.

"Ah dinnae think yeh understand. We're done, aye?"

Ghost feels a grin twitching on his lips as he watches pain twist up the youth's pointed features, watching Soap twist him around and shove him into his car with little more complaint than a pained yelp.

When they're back on base Ghost lets out a small breath of relief when Hugo is safely returned to his palaudarium.

Laying with Johnny curled up on his chest later that night he feels more than he hears a small laugh.

"Yer attached to him now."

He heaves a great long-suffering sigh.

"Less of a brat than you are, made it easy."

His Johnny laughs loud and clear and if his brain is turning with plans of rearranging his room and researching plants then that's between him and god...for now.

[resus-pieces]

Melissa

This story is not mine. If you know who originally wrote it please comment their username so I can credit them.

“Hey Peter.”

“Hey Mel. Blood and urine are good. So tell me your problems. Bedtime-error again?”

“Uhhhhhhhhh yes. It’s still not working for us.”

“I need to exam you so undress and have a seat on the chair.”

Melissa hurries to undress her sweater, jeans, bra, and panties before spreading her legs on the chair – not the first time so she does it without help and without being ashamed of her nudity.

Peter switches on a lamp and directs the light directly on the pubic area of his patient. He sits down having Melissa’s fresh shaved privates directly in front of his face. “So still the same prob ey? May i ask what hubby does to you?”

“Licking and kissing lips and clitoris, pinching my nipples, kissing my breasts, slapping my backside. Then the in-and-out-game and sometimes we try it greek-style.”

“Maybe you should try other thinks? Like med-play?”

“Wha- what you mean?”

“Relax,” Peter runs vinyl gloves on his hands and starts a very rough bimanual exam on the wide-opened Melissa. Then he plays with her labia and clitoris while giving her oral pleasure.

“Uuuuuuuuhhhhh, Peter? It feels good but...not good enough.”

“Okay, Mel, no big prob, but I need Nancy and the crash cart in here-NANCY! WE NEED SPECIAL TREATMENT; GET THE CRASHCART IN HERE!”

“EN ROUTE, DOC!”

Peter installs video cameras and microphones all around the treatment area.

Nancy wheels in a crash cart and helps Peter preparing Melissa for her treatment.

They place an oxy-mask on her face and connect it to the oxy-bottle in the corner. Followed by placing the monitoring- electrodes for the 12-lead ecg, pulse oxy on right index finger, auto-R/R cuff around left arm. They finish by inserting a urinary catheter into Melissa’s urethra and hanging two saline IVs. They connect the monitoring equipment to the monitor which stands on Peter’s desk.

“130/90; 85; 90% oxy... okay, let’s start the treatment,” says Peter while stething Melissa’s heart and Nancy feeling for Melissa’s different pulses.

Melissa, panicky, looks at them. Her heart speeds up to 98 BPM.

“Shhhhhhhh, relax” Nancy whispers in her ear while gently touching Melissa’s breasts.

“We have to fix you on the chair, Melissa,” Peter tells her before fixating her arms and legs with leather straps.

“Ready for some pleasure, Melissa?”

“What do you want to do???” Melissa asks, fearfully looking to the crash cart while Nancy prepares the defib-paddles with gel.

“100J loaded, doctor.”

“Good, so we start helping Melissa over the finish-line,” says Peter while pressing one defib-paddle on her labia and releasing the first shock.

“OUTCH! What the hell are you doing? This hurts!”

“Helping you to get an orgasm.”

“I don’t want it this way!”

“Relax and take deep breaths”

“NOOO!” shouts Melissa fighting against the fixations.

“Anesthesia?” asks Nancy and Peter nods. Nancy injects Melissa a relaxant before giving her general anesthesia via the mask.

Melissa starts to pass out, laying fully relaxed and finally breathless on the gyno-chair.

“No breathing, doc!” Nancy calls out while giving her patient mtm.

“Stop mtm and hand me the laryngoscope to open the airway.”

After Nancy handed him the laryngoscope and ET tube, Peter looks into Melissa’s mouth, sees it empty, inserts the laryngoscope and carefully opens the airway so he can slide in the ET tube and connect it to the ventilator.

Nancy checks the ventilation – which is good and brings saturation up to 98%- and fixates the tube with plaster strips.

“Vitals?”

“130/90;90; 98%, stable heart rhythm.”

“Okay, stand back for 150J.”

“Loaded, doc.”

Peter presses the paddles harder onto Melissa’s labia and gives her 150J.

Goose bumps cover her bare skin. Melissa slightly jumps off the chair.

“120/70; stable rhythmic 98 BPM, saturation 95.”

“Okay” says Peter while watching Melissa’s privates. “No signs of pleasure, let’s give her 200J.”

Again Nancy loads, Peter shocks and Melissa slightly jumps. This time Nancy informs Peter about Melissa’s hardened nipples. “110/80: 110 with beginning arrhythmia; sat: 90.”

“Better. Mel is a bit wet now.”

“But I don’t know if she can survive this, Peter-”

“She will get her orgasm and we’ll bring her back to life...load 360 and place the AED.”

“O-okay, doc.”

Melissa’s labia are shocked, bringing goose bumps, a little jump, heavy breast-movement, hardened nipples, a bit genital wetness and. . .

“OH FUCK V-FIB! AED says shockable rhythm!”

“Stand back, Nancy” says Peter pressing the shock button. “We have to lay her on the floor for further resus.”

Peter and Nancy slide Melissa’s nude and shivering body to the floor and Peter presses the AED button again, letting Melissa jump and shiver.

“SHE’S STILL FIBRILLATING!!”

“FUCK. LOAD 360 again!” Peter presses the defib paddles on Melissa’s chest.

“LOADED!”

“Stand back.”

whoooomp – Melissa jumps and shivers, her breasts bounce wildly around then she lays limp and motionless on the floor.

“BAG HER, I’LL DO THE COMPRESSIONS!”

They start the forceful resus on their nude patient. Cameras filming every breast movement, goose bump and every drop of genital wetness. After 10 minutes of CPR they get no pulse and BP.

Peter grabs a heart-syringe filled with epi and rams the needle in Melissa’s lifeless heart.

After the second epi shot in her heart, Melissa shows no reaction.

Peter spreads her labia and inserts a high powered vibrator into her tight, wet, vagina. “Epi IV.”

Nancy injects. Peter compresses Melissa’s chest and finally they get a weak 71 pulse.

Peter calls 911 and when EMTs arrive they find Melissa’s nude body on the floor with 100/70; 86 BPM and a saturation of 90. Melissa is still ambubagged and transferred to ER where she gets meds to bring her circulation up.

Falling into a light coma she is transferred to ICU (monitoring, on vent, catheter still inside). In coma for 2 weeks, Melissa is visited by Frank every day and he sits beside her, gently touching her privates, waiting for her to wake up.

2 WEEKS LATER

Melissa lays in ICU bed, weakly breathing on her own now, after some critical days.

Frank kisses her nipples and gently slides two fingers carefully inside her vagina, while watching the film Peter gave him on his tablet. He feels that slowly his penis erects and he decides to straddle his wife.

After some gently in-and-out Melissa opens her eyes a bit and whispers “Frank? I can’t feel my heart. Save me…”

Frank starts to use a stethoscope on her uncovered chest and finally starts fake compressions and mtm. Gently, 30:2. He lets Melissa’s nipples harden and in the rhythm of the fake compressions, his finally fully erect penis brings Melissa to a fully monitored orgasm.

[itsalwaysforyou]

the black sky and all those lights

a silly little something i wrote for jalentines!!

When Mal opens the dormitory door, Jay is standing in the hallway in his workout gear, hair tied up in a bun. He’s already grinning in that way he does when he wins a fight. Mal rolls her eyes at him. Grabbing her bag, she says bye to Evie, and joins Jay in the corridor. 

She scowls as they walk, her workout clothes tight on her skin. Jay had insisted they’d do things properly, and not in their usual leather. 

The hallways are decorated for Valentine’s Day, making Auradon Prep even more gaudy and colourful as usual. Pink and red hearts plastered across the walls, boasting the abundance of love here in Auradon. Jay’s had a thousand notes in his locker. Mal’s had none. Every morning, she watches Jay approach his locker like he would a target on the Isle. Weight forward, shoulders squared; ready to fight if needs be. And the paper falls to the floor like blood, only sickly pastel. Scrawled glittery gel pen. Words confessing passionate love, or asking him on dates, or doodles of hearts. Jay smiles the whole time. Greets and winks at girls. Scrunches those notes up in a fist. 

“Everywhere looks disgusting,” Mal says as they approach the sports hall. Heart-shaped bunting crests the doors.

Jay holds the door open for her. “It’s fun.”

“You would think that.”

The sports hall is mercifully free of décor. They drop their bags in the corner and begin to warm up, another stupid practice Jay insists on. His top rides up as he side-stretches. Isle rule: never show skin, especially to the enemy. Except, Jay loved to parade around in those stupid sleeveless vests. She’s yelled at him plenty of times about it—Are you insane? You’re a walking target. He would just grin and say, they’ll have to catch me first.

Jay laughs as he grabs the practice swords from their stands. “Here.” 

He throws it, and Mal catches. The weight in her hand is familiar. Already, her pulse is thrumming faster, and maybe if she closes her eyes she’ll be back on the docks, with the wind ripping at her hair, and the salt stinging her nose, and half a dozen of Uma’s crew jeering over the clanging of swords. 

Jay chucks her a mask too, before attaching one to his own face. The mesh turns her vision slightly hazy.

“Ready?” Jay asks.

Mal’s watched fencing practise a few times, mostly as an excuse not to do homework and instead watch her boys wipe the floor with all those prissy Auradon princes. Coach Jenkins appointed Jay captain of the team a few months ago, a role he takes more seriously than she’s ever seen him take anything. 

“Rassembler! Salute! Lower the point. Masks down. En guarde!”

Mal lunges first, which Jay clearly anticipates, parrying her blow. He circles. Strikes. Mal blocks it. He’s quick. Reflexes honed to a sword’s point; learned by practise and theory. Mal lashes out again, just catching his free arm before he jerks away. She grins underneath her mask. Her breath comes quicker. Jay’s blade arcs down, hitting her chest. Mal swats his blade away. She hears him laugh. She growls. Strike. Parry. Strike. Block. Strike. Jay lands another hit. Their shoes squeak against the linoleum floor. 

“Come on, Mal,” Jay teases. 

Mal lunges like a cat on its prey. Jay’s blade grates against hers like steel against flint. Jay may be quick but Mal’s smaller, and she weaves her way through Jay’s blade until they both have the sword’s point angled at each other’s chests. 

They’re both panting. Jay lowers his sword first. Takes off his mask. 

“You came in clutch at the end,” he says. 

Mal huffs, wiggling the mask off her face and wiping her forehead with a sleeve. “You actually get training.”

“And now I’m training you!” 

His hair has loosened during the sparring, spilling out at the seams. He unties the bun; flips his hair down and shakes it out. In this late-afternoon light, his hair could be made of gold. Hair longer than Mal’s ever had. 

He pulls his hair back into its bun, deft fingers making quick work. When he straightens back up again, his face is slightly flushed from the match. 

And Mal looks at this boy she’s known most of her life; this face and these hands; a boy that has held her at the end of the world and the start of a new one. And she snatches back down her mask. 

“Again,” she says, lifting up her sword. 

She’s swinging before Jay’s even had the chance to pull his own mask back down. Her blade slices against his chest, and she hears the breath escape from his lungs. 

“Fuck!’

Jay’s blocking her hits in no time. Mal grits her teeth. A boy who’s inhabited every place she’s ever been. The shadow along the street; a fixed point on the rooftops. Those long, quick fingers that know their way around bandage; around open flesh; around her own hands. Like a comet to Earth. Like an eclipse. Totally consuming. 

And here, where the sun shines brighter than they could have ever dreamed, she is left blistering. Those girls that fawn over Jay, professing their love with the same ease that Mal can hold a dagger to a throat. Jay’s clicking tongue, and that low fry to his voice when he’s chatting someone up. Everything is always so easy to him. He can wrap anyone around his finger with a wink. 

His blade slams into her stomach. Mal pants, the budding pain in her side clearing her head. Jay’s standing above her like some heavenly deity. 

“Best of four?” he offers.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“C’mon. Let’s take a break.”

Jay drops his sword and grabs his water bottle from his bag. Mal joins him, still gripping her sword, gulping down her water like a man in a desert. 

“We should do this again soon,” Jay says. 

“Tomorrow?”

“It’s the Valentine’s Ball tomorrow.”

Mal snorts. “Yeah, and?”

“I was gonna go.”

His words are coming too slow; too considered. Like when he used to talk about his dad, or a particularly bad Barge Day. Rehearsed. A guard dog who’s smelled danger, prowling at the sidelines. 

Mal presents her blade. “En guarde!” she shouts, and Jay ducks her swing before scrambling over to his own sword. 

“Really, Mal? Another sneak attack?”

“I’m keeping you on your toes.”

They waltz around the sports hall, the blades clashing and slicing and singing.

“We all agreed we weren’t going to go to the Ball,” Mal says, jabbing at Jay.

“We never agreed anything.”

Jay lands a blow. They are at the dockyard, with its rotting wooden pier and dead fish stench. The screeching of metal; the shouting; Mal’s heart hammering like the tide. Blood, and life. The roar in her ears. A dragon’s call. Body moving without a thought, as quick as a lightning strike. Not having to look behind her because she knows Jay is there.

“Exactly!” she says. “Why would we want to go to some stuffy Auradon ball?” Jay tries to say something but she ignores him. “Why would we care about Valentine’s Day? It’s corny, and over-commercialised, and a stupid excuse to make everything about love.”

Jay has her backed up against a wall. With no time to mount his mask, his lips are slightly parted, and his hair is escaping from his bun again. He looks just like he did on the Isle; none of his perfect prince act that fools Auradon. His sword hovers above her throat. 

“Do you yield?” His voice is low.

Mal stares at him. Those eyes that have seen every part of her. All the blood; every smile; her pale skin in the dark Isle nights. The boy that has beheld her every action; weighed it all against his own understanding of the world, and decided that they slot together as easily as a bullet in a pistol.

“Who are you going with to the Ball?” Mal asks. She’s still clutching her sword. She could claim the upper hand, if she really wanted.

A grin creeps across Jay’s face. All those notes and heart-shaped lollipops. The giggling girls at his locker. He could pick any one of them. All of them so beautiful, in their sunset-coloured dresses. He could have anything he wanted.

“Well,” Jay says. “I was going to ask you.”

The sword’s point makes sure they keep their distance. Never too close. All touches so light; so fleeting, as if you could’ve mistaken them for a dream. As if you could’ve imagined the whole thing. All those nights in the hideout where the barrier of the body seemed thin, and the world became so small: just two kids who wouldn’t even dare knock knees. 

So Mal shakes it all away with a laugh. “I’m not going to the Valentine’s Ball.”

Jay lowers his blade. Neither of them move. “Not even with me?” 

“I’m sure there’ll be plenty of other girls who actually want to go with you.”

“I want to go with you.”

His words echo through the empty hall. His word is as steadfast as ever, the only opinion Mal will ever trust. Compass, anchor: Jay does it all. 

Heralded here, Mal as real as the vast sky outside. Here, in his gaze, held aloft by trust where there shouldn’t be and compassion where there shouldn’t be and understanding where there shouldn’t be. A home for all her broken bones. 

Mal’s lips unfurl into a smile. This ache in her chest. In her throat. Jay always being able to disarm her. Jay in every place she’s ever been. Jay as her shadow; her skin; her second self. A reflection in the mirror. The line of separation is nonexistent. Like the sun, like the moon: one cannot exist without the other.