#he loves tactile affection but never knows how to ask for it so tries to initiate in ways he thinks will pass as him being helpful

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thinking about being manhandled by simon riley on this lovely sunday night 🫶🏻

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Henlo :) okay so um hcs for the gang with a reader who comes from a family thats rlly rocky, so they dont rlly experience love so when they get it its confusing for them? Like experiencing cuddles for the first time?

A/N: Thanks for requesting this! I’m super sorry for the delay, things got kind of hectic around here- hope you enjoy these!

DARRY CURTIS

Honestly? The Curtis brothers are probably the only ones here that have experience with familial affections and just affections in general?

Darry’s grown up with two parents who love him and is pretty used to the affections that come from that

When he meets you? Who doesn’t have that? Who’s never had that with their parents?

He takes it slow, he’s careful in how he holds you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable and he tells you that he loves you

Gives you all the compliments, asks you about your day and how you feel about different things, he really just does anything he can so that you know that he cares about you

Not exactly the best with his words like Ponyboy is but he knows that it’s important for you to hear that someone cares and appreciates you

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop is very perceptive and already sort of knows what’s wrong when you sort of tense up when he tries to hug you or throw his arm around your shoulders 

He’s a very tactile person, he likes to be touching you, so if you’re not used to being touched or don’t exactly like being touched, I’d talk to him about

Sodapop won’t care, he doesn’t mind either way and would be happy to work towards a happy medium for the both of you

If you’re not used to being hugged and stuff? Sodapop kind of dials in his affections, being a little gentler with you

Hugs, cuddles, holding hands, he’s always going to give you the option to pull away from him

He doesn’t want to overwhelm you, he really just wants to show you that he loves you and if being held all the time doesn’t make you feel loved, that’s no problem, the two of you can work something else out!     

PONYBOY CURTIS

Ponyboy isn’t a very touchy person? At least my version of Ponyboy isn’t, so tensing up during cuddles and stuff doesn’t really register with him at first until you say something

Pony’s big thing is words if you couldn’t tell- I mean, kiddo literally wrote a whole book and gave it to a professor

So hearing you kind of talk down about yourself? Leftover habits from being told that your opinions don’t matter? That kind of sets him off

Expect tons of compliments and gentle reassurances from Ponyboy, all sweet and genuine remarks

He loves you, he loves hearing your thoughts and your parents were crazy for telling you that you didn’t matter

You do matter, and Ponyboy’s gonna make sure you know that <3

DALLAS WINSTON

My version of Dallas had a rough homelife back when he was in New York, his dad was a deadbeat, mom died when he was younger-

So for you to come from a rocky home and not be used to affection and kind words? You and Dal are kinda the same

He doesn’t entirely know how to show you that love he has for you?

Like it’s not second nature to just take your hand or kiss you before he leaves, y’know what I mean?

So like, if you guys were a seesaw of uncertainty about affection, I don’t know if seesaws are just an American thing but I hope not cause you guys would seriously be missing out, the seesaw would be perfectly balanced in the middle, completely flat

Over time though, the two of you get a bit better, relaxing into each other and showing each other a little more love! It just took you a little bit of time 

JOHNNY CADE

Yeahhhhh so Johnny has a pretty rough homelife too so I have a feeling the two of you are in the same boat here

The whole not knowing how important you are, uncomfortable during physical affections, yadda yadda yadda, you guys know what I’m talking about

I think the relationship you have going with each other is good though! It’s good for both of you!  

Johnny gives those vibes that he’d definitely be the hype man for everyone else while putting himself down

So he’d shower you in all the compliments, in all the pretty words and everything you could ever ask for, paired with a few gentle kisses pressed to your cheeks

Every aspect of this relationship would be so calm and laid-back, you’d be so good for each other because you’d finally be able to show each other what real love should be <3  

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Okay so I take back what I said about the Curtis bros, Two-Bit’s mom definitely loved him like a mother should and I can’t believe I overlooked that- 

She works two jobs for her kids and I can’t believe that I forgot how hard she works for them

He’s also very touchy? Like Sodapop, he likes to be touching you so he’s kind of taken aback when he realizes how confused you are by it

He’s like ??? and pulls away very slowly, looking at you and trying to figure out what’s going on in your head

And I swear, if you say one thing bad about yourself, no matter what it is, Two-Bit is immediately correcting you, telling you you’re perfect and that he cares in his own Two-Bit way

“Whaddaya mean you don’t care? I wanna know what you wanna do, doll. Where do you wanna go to dinner?”

STEVE RANDLE

Steve, another very touchy boy, does his best to slowly ease into physical affections with you

He’s not trying to make you uncomfortable or overwhelmed, he just really wants to hold your hand when you’re walking around the drive-in together

I suggest having a conversation with him about your less than satisfying homelife? Steve’s got his own shitty household, and I think he’d be pretty understanding 

He gets a little sad when you talk about how you think you don’t matter? It hurts him to think that you don’t think you’re important

Steve looks at you like you’re his whole world, he just can’t believe that someone could tell you that you’re not good enough

Gentle reminders that you’re enough, you’re more than enough and that he loves you are given in the form of extra dates, extra compliments and extra loving!  

TIM SHEPARD

The reason Tim is so forward with his affections and compliments is because he stops being able to function the second those nice things turn back on him-

So yeah! Both of you don’t really know what to do with gentle affection because you both had rocky homelives

But! You’re working on it, both of you, you’re slowly relaxing into each other, slowly realizing that this is what love really is and this is how it’s shown

And as for your self-worth? Tim makes sure you really know he cares about your opinions

He’ll ask what you’re doing, what you want to do and what you don’t want to do, what you like about this and what you don’t like about that

It’s not overly obvious? But his questions are definitely him trying to see what you want and trying to do whatever you want so you can the chance to be heard 

CURLY SHEPARD

Curly Shepard had a messed up childhood no matter what sort of background you headcanon him to have so I think he’d understand where you’re coming from

Hesitancy to be wrapped in a hug or to have someone hold onto your hand?

Confusion when you’re given compliments or trusted to make decisions for something?

Curly understands what you’re going through, he’s got the same thing going on himself sweetheart <3

Together though, I think the two of you would be really really good, you’d do a lot of good things for each other and sort of build each other back up

By the way, it’s hard to not feel special when you’re with Curly because he’s always calling you by little nicknames and giving you what he’s got, saying sweet things and all that good stuff <3

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please do the 'your relationship' series with chuuya? thank you!!

Here we are~

Your Relationship [Chuuya Nakahara]

TW: afab reader, mentioning of female genitals, SMUT, MINORS NDI

Chuuya as your friend:

At first, he doesn't trust you and is generally quite rude to you, because he remembers how his trust in someone ends. This is why your friendships are very cold at the start;

When Chuuya nevertheless "thaws", you joke together, and you already seem to be not such a bad person to Chuuya. He often asks you for advice, although he says that he does it only to check how right he was in his guesses;

Doesn't show openly, but actually values you very much as a friend, so he doesn't even think of thinking about you as something more;

You share music selections, discussing what you liked the most. At first, Chuuya grimaced when he listened to your playlists, but he secretly kept the ones he liked;

He will never recruit you to work with him for the Port Mafia, because he knows all the risks for you. The organization won't be able to let you go so easily when you have so much knowledge in your head;

Gets annoyed if you joke about his height, but not as much as he looks. However, if you are shorter than him, he will surprisingly not joke back;

Chuuya as your boyfriend:

It is difficult for him to describe his feelings towards you, but somewhere deep inside Nakahara understands that without you his life will be somehow empty;

When falling in love attacked his mind, it was very difficult for Chuuya to accept it as it is. It seemed to him that this was nonsense, and he was not able to love, but the trembling emotions for you turned out to be stronger than him;

When you are alone, Chuuya just can't deny himself the pleasure of snuggling up to you, touching your body, inhaling the scent of your hair. He's too tactile;

He likes it when you walk around the house in one shirt. This sight literally mesmerizes him. If you're shorter than him, he won't mind you wearing his shirt at all;

He's jealous. No. Nakahara is extremely jealous, that's why he always leaves marks on your body. Plus he likes to hear your quiet moans and whimpers;

Quite energetic in bed, but doesn't like to rush so that you both can enjoy each other to the fullest;

You don’t get to spend time together so often that no one is distracting, so when Chuuya tells you on the phone that he is waiting for you under the windows, you take one last look at yourself in the mirror and adjust your burgundy lipstick and leave the house.

Nakahara stands by his motorcycle, wearing a leather jacket and his usual hat. In this form, he already looks as sexy as possible, and the way your gaze lingers on him makes Chuuya chuckle. He knows that he has your eyes on him, so he is completely confident in your relationship. You will never leave him.

"My gravity control can't keep me on my feet when you're around, baby." The redhead bites his lip and grins. Chuuya almost always acts like this with you. Previously, he denied his affection for you, although it was obvious to everyone, even Higuchi, those around him tried to shut her up so that she would be quiet.

It took both of you six months to get used to each other, and how much abuse there was… And how the dishes and the environment remained intact is a big question.

Chuuya gives you flowers and puts a helmet on your head and helps you into the passenger seat. This night is all yours, so Nakahara wants to enjoy you to the fullest.

Already at home, he, pulling off your clothes from your bodies on the way to the bedroom, touches you, caresses your body on the way, greedily sinks his teeth into the open areas of your skin, growling with satisfaction and guttural.

Chuuya wants you here and now, he is tired of waiting for the moment when he can touch you the way he does at the moment. In each of his touches, a mixture of the greedy "You are only mine" and the gentle "I love you."

You don't get to the bedroom. His favorite wine pours over your skin, which he eagerly licks, tongue brushing hard nipples, leaving hickeys and bite marks as you ride his cock and moan his name over and over. Chuuya is too hungry for you.

Working in the Port Mafia has its risks, especially if the enemy knows what to put pressure on, so Nakahara tries to hide you even from his own, which won't last for very long;

If you're working for the Port Mafia, be prepared to be the new duo with him and Chuuya's cold attitude towards you in front of everyone. Although it is already obvious to everyone that Chuuya loves you, therefore, his attempts to pretend that you are just partners look comical from the outside;

Nakahara adores with all his heart when you show everyone around you that he belongs to you. He likes this dominant nature in your character so much that he is almost ready to take you right where you stand;

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“Chay, I can’t right now,” Kim said, his voice tight with the effort it took not to snap. It wasn’t Chay’s fault he was feeling overwhelmed. He slipped away from the boy’s attempt at a hug and tried to make it look casual, trying not to hurt his feelings. 

“Touched out?” Chay guessed, because he was wonderful, and amazing, and perfect, and he knew exactly what Kim needed, even when Kim couldn’t ask for it. He nodded gratefully. “Do you want me to run you a bath?”

“No, I—” He stopped himself and considered. He’d never been one for baths before, really. Couldn’t even remember the last time he took one. But something about the constant weight dragging on his body, making everything ache all the time, made him crave one for nearly the entire pregnancy. And he was technically cleared now that everything was healed and he was on the mend. “Actually, that sounds really good,” he mumbled, shoulders drooping. 

“Okay,” Chay laughed. “Sit down and relax, I’ll be right back.”

“What about—?”

“I’ll take care of her, don’t worry about it.”

Kim was going to worry about it. He didn’t know how he would ever stop worrying about it. She was only a few weeks old, still so small and vulnerable. How did parents ever let their babies out of sight? (How could his father have put them through the things he had?) She’s awake and watching him from her bassinet. Kim rocks it with the edge of his foot, watching her right back, and grateful that she isn’t crying for his attention because he didn’t think he could bear to hold her right now. 

Chay fussed around in the bathroom for longer than Kim thought was warranted. He realized why when Chay finally summoned him. He had dimmed the lights and lined the counters with little white candles that set the room aglow, filled the tub with sweet-scented bubbles, and set up a speaker to play soft, soothing music. 

“What do you think?” Chay asked, and honestly? Kim wasn’t thinking at all. He was too overwhelmed with affection, too busy trying to blink back his tears. 

“I love you,” he said, and Chay beamed at him. 

“I love you, too.” Chay locked his hands in front of him like he was trying to keep himself from reaching out, respecting Kim’s boundaries even though it had to be difficult, as tactile as he was. He made to leave. “Um, enjoy? Take your time. I’ll just be—out there, with the baby, if you need anything.”

“Wait.” Kim grabbed Chay by the front of his shirt as he passed, drawing him just close enough for a kiss. “Thank you.” 

“Of course, P’Kim. Enjoy your bath.” Chay knocked their foreheads together softly, but didn’t otherwise touch him on his way out the door, smiling the whole way. 

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Hey! Hope you are doing well, can you do Merry SFW Alphabet?? Thanks! ☺️

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Merry is a very affectionate person, to everyone he likes. But especially to the person he's dating. It's not quite hyper, but it's certainly dancing on a knife's edge. His main love language is quality time, both by spending time with you on dates and just generally being around you, even if it's the two of you in a room together with an occasional funny quip exchanged. He's also quite tactile, so hand holding and quick kisses are definitely a yes from him.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) You've seen him - Merry is an incredible best friend, truly top of the range. Not only does he look out for his friends, but his care goes beyond being there after something's happened (which of course he will be). He's there to try and stop you from getting hurt, and to make sure you know that he's there for you the entire journey. His friendship is quite spontaneous, and then you simply hang out with him for long enough that the only label that feels right is best friend.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) He just generally likes physical touch, so of course he leans into cuddles. If you're in the place for it, like at home or in bed together, he will go absolutely boneless and just flop into you. Waits until you've manoeuvred him to get comfortable and then hugs around you slightly more tightly. He enjoys being the big or the little spoon, but because of how you begin cuddling he generally ends up being the little one. Does ask if you want to be the little spoon however, and very much enjoys having an arm draped over you. You do need to poke him to get him up, always with little noises of protest from him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Wants to settle down, however it isn't a dealbreaker for him. He wants to know that he always has a home, and somewhere he feels safe in, but he has that with you. Also - it's more that he wants something he knows is there, not necessarily being there constantly. So if you wanted to travel or explore the world he would certainly join you, just allow him to come back to the Shire when he needs it.

Merry is good at cleaning and cooking because of the environment he grew up in, which has good food and is very clean for most people. However, he does also have a small amount of rich kid syndrome so although everything is good it's not always to the same standard that other hobbit food is. He can certainly make it if he tries, but unless it's a special occasion Merry doesn't see the point in putting effort into his dishes to elevate them from 'very good' to 'excellent'. He's better when he's cooking for you, however.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) It would be pretty obvious if Merry wasn't happy with the relationship. He'd talk to you about it (big believer in open and honest communication) and it'd also be obvious by his actions. He'd become more withdrawn and not laugh as easily. Merry certainly would try and fix it, but if he knew you weren't making him happy anymore or you weren't trying to - for no reason - then he'd probably break things off.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) When he goes into a relationship he certainly expects loyalty, although he's never sure if it will be loyalty for a few months or until the end of his days. He keeps an open mind about these things, and is of the opinion that his heart is a pretty good judge. And when it says you're the one for him forever, who is he to deny it? Merry is definitely in love with you the entire time, although he'd probably start thinking about marriage seriously at around the year and a half mark, because he still loves you just as much and he's pretty sure you'll be his joy forever.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) He's naturally a caring person who doesn't really like violence, so automatically he's what people would assume to be pretty gentle. In reality he does enjoy rough-housing with his friends (if you're ok with it) and hugs that are a little too tight or hands running through your hair with a cheeky grin as it becomes dishevelled. He's also not going to lie to you about his feelings, although he's careful not to hurt you when he tries to be honest. Overall he's fairly gentle, but does have a mischievous streak and never got the appeal of treating your significant other like glass.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Yes, Merry is a very big fan of hugs. He'd greet you with a hug after a long day of work, alongside a smile and a whisper of affection in your ear. At any other time he deems it appropriate Merry is also fine with hugging, and thinks it's a great way to show affection in public. He will properly hug you - arms behind your back and leaning into you, enough that his quiet whisper is loud enough to be heard when he's next to your ear.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Probably comes out in a burst of emotion. Over a perfect date, or a little thing you did that just made his heart soar as he realised how much he loves you. Stares in shock for a second after he says it, but he knows he means it and his expressions changes to a grin at you. Follows it up with a few more, romantic words.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Not a super jealous person, and if it is it's generally very shallow jealousy - like a stranger flirting with you and getting slightly too hands-on at the Green Dragon. He has no problem in coming over and being very affectionate, making it obvious the two of you are together. If you're spending a lot of time with someone and the two of you are having a great time that sometimes makes him jealous, but he knows it's irrational and tries to combat it by making you smile.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Merry enjoys to give kisses on the lips, or on the cheek. Long enough to be fully appreciated - but just short enough to technically be appropriate for public, with a little grin afterwards of course. He's a playful person so that's also reflected in his kisses. Enjoys kisses everywhere, but forehead kisses will always make him grin. He does dip his head for you if asked.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He's generally a charming and likeable person, which also extends to children. He quite enjoys hanging out with them although it gets awkward if it's been a very extended piece of time.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) He wakes up quite late if left to his own devices, but can easily be awoken by the sound of your voice or the smell of food. Once he's up he'll go over to you, wish you good morning before eating and trying to wake up. Doesn't take too long for him, so pretty quickly he's open to conversation and planning the day ahead. He also enjoys staring out into the garden.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Spends a lot of time with you, is eager to welcome you home to food and friendly conversation. A very good listening ear for when you need it, but is also just as happy to talk if that's what you need. Sometimes has the hobbit equivalent of game's night, or at the very least wants to spend some quality time with you after tea and before you both have to crawl into bed. Almost always goes to bed when you do, just follows you instantly and curls up beside you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) He's a very open person, and he does enjoy telling stories about himself. Most that you could know about him can be learned simply from asking, and as long as your friends almost all asks will be answered. Some things he's a lot more personal about, and they generally come out when he's feeling sentimental or it's an anniversary. Explains it to you very well, and quite emotionally - may accidentally make you both cry.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Merry is a very patient person. He's willing to sit and listen to strangers talk for hours, in a language he doesn't even understand. So he's more than willing to spend as much time as you need for a certain task, and is eager to assist or help in any way he can. May get stressed if you're running late for something, although that's more about the fact you're running late. He tries to take the blame for it if it's something personal or you're obviously upset about it.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Remarkably good at remembering everything. He's very good at getting people to ramble, and somehow keeps most of that information in his head. Things you don't even remember saying to Merry are in there, and if prompted he can generally recall when you said them as well. Why did he put jam in a 3:2 ratio for this fruit? Because you were talking about a loved one doing it like that about.... how long ago was Rosie and Sam's wedding? The two of you were outside sitting next to a patch of white lilies at the time.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?) He finds it very hard to choose just one memory, although he does have a shortlist written down somewhere when he was drunk and Pippin dared him. One of them is when the two of you were taking a long walk around the Shire, and you'd brought a picnic with you. The two of you stopped in a flower-glen he'd never seen before and you made flower crowns together, weaving two separate ones into a thicker one. He'd slightly overfilled the tarts and there was extra filling, although that just made your lips taste sweeter when he kissed you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Also someone who's in the middle on this one. He's not someone who's used to facing danger head-on, and prefers to plan and set up scenarios beforehand. That said he will absolutely defend you if you're in danger - sometimes to a self-sacrificing amount. There's a guy with a sword in front of you? Well, now he's in front of you and in between you and the guy with the sword. He enjoys being protected by having you at his side, backing him up whenever he needs to or taking attention away from him when he gives you a nervous glance. He much prefers you to stand up in non-dangerous situations, although wouldn't object to you fighting with him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Tries a lot. Tries so much. He has a little calendar that's only for anniversaries between the two of you - drawn in his neatest calligraphy. Also one of his favourite day-dreams is date ideas, so he constantly has a little pocket book filled with options for you. Happy to spend a lot of time on elaborate anniversary ideas and elaborate gifts, he wants to make it clear he loves you for all time (and he has the money to sink).

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Has a bad habit of waiting too long, with little indication he's getting impatient, and only speaks when he's finally had enough. He's pretty good at it with you because he trusts you'll know he only means well when he's checking in, but he does this to other people.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Puts quite a bit of effort in because he wants to look good, and looking good makes him feel confident. (Also wants to make you blush.)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) For a good couple of years, Merry would certainly feel incomplete without you. A lot of the things he sees remind him of you, and if he's daydreaming you sneak into there with your smile. Takes quite a lot of time, and a lot of support from friends, but eventually he'd stop being in such bad state. A little part of him is always with you, however.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Actually really enjoys making plans. Doesn't even have to follow them, is just as prone to not following them as he is sticking by them, but he enjoys the act of it. Has whole colour-coding systems for some of his more frequent topics. If it's one he's particularly proud of he will show them and explain them. He's very happy about this fact.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Honestly, I feel Merry doesn't really have any major turn-offs. Of course he'd leave if he saw massive red flags, but there aren't any defining characteristics that makes him turn away. (Exception to this is people without sympathy. Has a genuine dislike of those people, that goes beyond most.)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) Likes to go to bed late and wake up late, but this is just his personal preference. He doesn't want to be alone, however, so he will often go to bed when you do so that the two of you can cuddle for longer. Is pretty flexible with his sleeping schedule, so if the two of you aren't initially compatible he adapts to yours.

A/N : Hope you enjoyed, and thank you so much for requesting! I noticed you commented earlier on a post when I was asking about sfw alphabets, and I'm happy to say I'm going to finish the hobbit's sfw alphabets before posting other characters (unless there's requests, in which case I'll prioritise my readers wishes <3)

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Being in love with your best friend.

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summary : yuuji and gojo go for a mission. Things end up going slightly awry and Yuuji gets hit with the effects of a curse, feelings are spilled and happy relationship yay.

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How you felt about Yuuji was no secret, however much you tried to hide it. It was obvious to everyone but him. You tried your best to not show it to him, afraid of rejection, but Nobara and Megumi had noticed.

Megumi was the first to notice, but didn’t mention it to you. You knew that Megumi knew, but never spoke to him about it. You told Nobara, since you two were the best of friends, and slowly she began recognising the way you would do anything for him, how you wouldn’t hesitate to help him, not ever wanting him to be hurt. You would definitely sacrifice your life for him, regardless of your relationship status.

You wanted to tell Yuuji that you loved him so bad, but being a sorcerer was difficult, and it was scary to tell your best friend that you loved them more than a friend. You thought that he would never think of you in the same way you thought of him. Your love for him progressed to the point where you would lie in bed in your dorm, next to his, unable to sleep unless you imagined him there lying with you, holding you close and whispering his love for you into your ears, these words made for you and you alone.

When he was sent on missions, you were terrified, afraid that he would get hurt and that he wouldn’t come back. You hated yourself for thinking that, as you knew he was strong, able to hold his ground against many curses. 

Everyday was tiring, having to pretend that you weren't in love with him. When you did little things for him, like making an extra lunch for him because you know how much he loves your cooking, to going out of your way to buying things you know he loves, such as those little souvenirs you get for him every time you have to go overseas.

He even had an entire shelf just for the small trinkets you brought for him. I mean sure, you bought some for Nobara and Megumi, but you put in the most thought into Itadori's gifts.

You were a second grade sorcerer, regardless of being in your first year of jujutsu tech, being the fourth first year. Your clan, the L/Ns, weren't very well known, but you had a strong technique, regardless of your parents being non-shamans.

you weren't exactly sure when you realised you loved him , maybe when you looked forward to missions you had together, and wanted to spend as much time as you could with him.

It could have been how he was so thoughtful, always doing little things like helping you do things you had issues with, or buying you that little drink you liked so much every time you finished training. Maybe when he'd remember your favourite coffee order, or when he bought you bubble tea on the way back to the dorms after a mission that for some reason you couldn't go on .

It made you feel loved and cared for. You were a very tactile person, so you were usually touching Itadori at all times, without making him uncomfortable. You had asked him if he was okay with physical affection from a friend and he was, but it took you a while to actually start. He sometimes initiated contact first but it was never much, his arm resting against your shoulder, elbows bumping when walking together, knees resting against each other.

The actions were simple, small, but you enjoyed them. You knew better than to read into them too much, believing that his strange yet slightly funny obsession with Jennifer Lawrence would never allow him to like you back. You tried to get yourself to understand that, and realise it properly so you could stop being enamoured with him, but it didn't quite work.

You had always known about your ancestry, and knew how your family could see things, that were regarded as "strange" and "suspicious" by society. Your parents taught you stories, explained the basics of jujutsu to you, and you grew up knowing your family technique even when they were incapable of harnessing any cursed energy.

Your grandfather had to teach you how to use your power, which was quite similar to Megumi's shikigami, except your "shikigami" had been passed down for generations, it being the same original creature, but changing forms with every family member, but was still able to change shape into anything it wished when instructed.

Your grandfather had been a powerful sorcerer, and had lived to the ripe age of 97. He had taught you everything he knew, training you physically to being quite capable of holding your own ground, and being able to harness your cursed energy very well. The creature that was similar to the shikigami was called Hokori, which meant in direct translation from Japanese to english, "pride".

There was a story that your mother used to tell you when you were a young child, as she tucked you into bed after a long day of playing and learning about your family.

The story was that the first L/N, who was a powerful sorcerer, had heard rumours of a creature that was terrorising a town quite a distance away, that granted wishes to anyone that was able to catch it. She set out, wanting to gain power and be able to protect the ones she loved. When she finally found the hokori, she caught it after days of struggle. The hokori, realising it had been caught, shifted into a blurry form and spoke in a scratchy voice that sent shivers down her spine.

"Well done, mortal. I see you have caught me, I shall grant you one wish and it will come true." The hokori sighed. The first L/N pondered for awhile, wondering how she would ask for her wish. finally, she decided. "My wish, oh great one," she began, " is for you to protect my family and their descendants, with every crumb of your power. I wish that you help us, in times of need."

The hokori stared at her, face shifting between every animal she could name, making it hard for her to read its expressions. It seemed like the hokori could not choose on which form it wished to present, and that made her wary. Finally, in the form of a blue haired man, he spoke. "Very well, but there is something I require in turn. If you or your family wishes me to appear every time they summon me, there must be a small sacrifice. I will appear if they drop a tiny bit of blood on this," he snapped his fingers and a small bracelet appeared, floating. It was a silver metal bracelet with a small oval shape on the band that had a little dip for the blood to be put. "And I will follow their every demand. do not worry, I am incapable of dying, but I have an allotted time. I cannot stay present by your side or theirs for more than 3 hours at a time.

However, when you reach a certain level of mastery of cursed energy, I can stay for however long as required, but it is very draining." he paused, as if there was something else he was leaving out. "what?" she asked, and he sighed. "But, if you wish to allow your descendants and family to gain control for longer, I can make it so that they can reach it by a certain age, but there is a price that you alone must pay." She tensed, and dropped to her knees, praying to this screwed up idea of a god.

"I will do whatever it takes." His face broke into grin. " It seems you really are prepared to do whatever," he mocked, "All I need is the remaining cursed energy you have in your body. you will still be able to summon me, but you will not be able to use your technique any longer." she agreed, getting up and wiping off the dirt on her kimono pants.

She sacrificed so much to do whatever it took to protect the ones she loved. You always supposed you were similar in that way, since you were completely prepared to sacrifice anything for your friends and family. But the only one that you would do absolutely anything was your best friend, Yuuji Itadori, whom you loved with all your heart, even as a teen.

That story stuck with you for a long time, the bracelet on your wrist that you used to summon Hokori, gave you the biggest reminder. You gained the bracelet at the age of 13, when you exorcised your first semi grade two curse, alone with no help.

Your grandfather trained with you, taught you how to control Hokori. Your grandfather explained that Hokori would listen to your every command, and would treat you with respect as long as you treated him with respect.

But the first time when you unlocked hokori, something was different. He didn't speak to you out loud, but in your head. He could hear every thought you had and you could communicate telepathically. Hokori took the form as a black and white tatsu.

You were not surprised, since as you grew up you often dreamed of your hokori shape being a tatsu. Next to that bracelet, was a small thin one with an engraved dragon to match your tatsu. Yuuji had given that one to you on your 16th birthday. It was your favourite gift, not just because he gave it to you, but it felt like he was thinking of you at the time when he got it for you. You supposed it sounded stupid, but you allowed yourself to indulge in it anyways.

Maybe when he'd remember your favourite coffee order, or when he bought you bubble tea on the way back to the dorms after a mission. It made you feel loved and cared for.

You were a very tactile person, so you were usually touching Itadori at all times. Arm resting on his shoulder, elbows bumping when walking together, knees resting against each other. The actions were simple, small, but you enjoyed them.

You knew better than to read into them too much, believing that his obsession with Jennifer Lawrence would never allow him to like you back. You tried to get yourself to understand that, and realise it properly so you could stop being enamoured with him, but it didn't quite work.

So that's why you were here in front of his dorm room at 9 am on a Sunday morning, hand in a fist, ready to knock and ask him if he wants to train with you, just so you can spend some extra time with you.

You take a deep breath of air, and knock. You hear some shuffling coming from inside, and the unlocking of the door, and you're brought face to face with Itadori as he opens the door. Immediately it feels like a bunch to your stomach and a squeeze around your heart as you take him in with your eyes in all his early morning glory.

The dyed pink hair at the top of his head, ruffled from his hands running through it, his eyes crinkled in a smile at the sight of you. Regardless of seeing him almost everyday, you still had a fluttering feeling in your stomach whenever you saw him. "hey, what's up?" he asked.

You told him that you wanted to train with him since you had a new fight combo you wanted to try out. "yeah sure, just let me get ready, I'll meet you in the grounds in 10." he said as he closed the door. You walked away towards the training grounds and summoned Hokori.

"heh. mortal love still amuses me" Hokori said to you, taking his tatsu form besides you."dude, you're living in my head, stop reading every thought, it's quite annoying " you thought back to him, not having to say a single word out loud. you went towards the vending machine and bought Yuuji his favourite drink while waiting for him. When he finally arrived, you handed his drink, set down your own and stood on opposite ends of the fighting pitch.

You both assume a fighting position, legs shoulder width apart, fists raised and elbows bent, protecting your face and your side as best as you could. You knew Yuuji was a strong fighter and extremely fast, so you prepared yourself for his attack.

Based on you watching his other fights, he usually started with a punch or a kick to the side, knowing that, you called for hokori with your mind. "block!" hearing your call, he warps in front of you effectively breaking the brunt of itadori's punch. "Throw him!" Yet again, he follows your command, and grabs itadori and throws him. Itadori, lands on his feet, and charges toward you.

Just before impact, Gojo appears, teleporting with his ability and ending the fight. Letting Yuuji know that he has a mission. You don't understand why you aren't tasked with him as usual, but you don't ask since you're not interested in making a scene.

You know you shouldn't be worried, Yuuji can hold his own. really well, too. You let out a little sigh and walk over to the bench and pick up your drink, where his is too and throw it over to him. He catches it, throws you a smile and gojo takes him away.

The next few hours are slightly stressful for you. You believe in him, and you know he is able to hold his own, but you're so used to fighting with him that you can't help but worry when he's not with you. this is his first mission alone, without you or fushiguro. Per usual, as soon as yuuji's gone, you feel lonely so you head over to hang with Nobara and Fushiguro.

" Y/N."

"what"

"stop worrying about him, he's going to be fine" Megumi says, eyes dull, looking stoic as ever.

"give her a break, she's always with him, it's like she has seperation anxiety. Y/N, You are powerful, but yuuji doesn't need you to protect him." Nobara throws you a small candy, hoping to get your mind off of yuuji.

"i know- but I can't help but be worried. I mean, He's been gone for a lot longer than he should be. Maybe Gojo's taken him to buy some sweets or something. That damn old man, he only thinks about himself"

suddenly, you hear gojo's shrill voice from somewhere within the dorms. "Y/N!!!! where are you? I need you!" Nobara laughs and gives you a look of pity; "old man's looking for you, wonder what hes up to now." You shoot her a look of irritation, but you're slightly worried, since Gojo was supposed to be helping with the excorcising mission. You call for tatsu to bring you and he complies, slightly irritated.

You arrive, seeing yuuji floating next to gojo, looking slightly pinker than usual and completely out of it. He's staring fixated at you and mumbling under his breath, and you have no clue what he's saying. You turn to glare at gojo, "what did you do!?" Gojo turns to you sheepishly smiles and says "I yelled at yuuji to come try one of my kikifuku and the curse hit him. Shoko says he's fine, and that it'll wear off in a while, but the effects are similar to being drunk."

"if it's such a low level curse, why did you need him?" gojo rubs the back of his head, " False report, It was supposed to be a stronger one" You sigh, and gojo snaps his fingers and yuuji falls to the ground. "okay! I'm leaving him in your care! bye˜" With that, he disappears, most likely gone to annoy Nanamin sensei or shoko. you send a little prayer for them, and turn to yuuji.

"hey dude, you alright?" Yuuji looks up from the floor where he was lying, and stares at you fixatedly.

"y/n! i missed you" he slurs. "yeah yeah, missed you too. Now c'mon, i'll take you back to your room." You hoist him up, completely forgetting that you can always just have tatsu carry him.

He's clinging onto you quite tightly, and you struggle to walk him to his dorm. You give up and bring him to your room, throwing him on to the bed and ignoring his "mppf" of protest. You realise your cheeks have heaten up and you begin to fan your cheeks. "y/nn" he drags out , bringing your attention back to him. "Yes?"

"You're so pretty" he mumbles into your pillow. you get flustered but try not to show it, reminding yourself that he's been hit with a curse and he probably doesn't mean it. So instead, you hit back with a "i know. I'm stunning." he grins soppily and whispers " you matter a lot to me" and you respond with " aw, you're my best friend too"

"no no, not like that" he pouts like a child. " you matter a lot , i like you very very much. " you're not sure what kind of way he means it, but you really hope it's the same way you mean it. But, you remember again, he's been hit with a curse.

"Cmon Yuuji, you should probably get some rest, you're talking nonsense." you tell him pushing his head back onto your pillow and throwing the blanket over him. Tatsu appears, in his little dragon form, and whispers to you ; " he's telling the truth. Albeit slightly like a child."

You wave him away and tell him he's speaking nonsense. He grins at you and poofs away. You sit down at your desk and do some studying. You may be a jujutsu sorcerer but you should still know basic physics.

"y/n?" you hear him whisper, you turn to him. " what's up?" "c'mere" you get up and move next to him in the bed, since this is something you're used to.

He hugs you from behind and whispers " i actually do like you, and before you say anything about how im still under the influence of the curse, I swear, I'm not. Ask me a basic math question, you'll see, i'll get it right." "fine. what's 115 + 27?" he pauses , before whining, "gimme something easier please!! You know I can't do math mentally." you know he's finally back to normal.

He turns serious; "I'm sorry it took me so long, but i needed to make sure if i really liked you this way. Please tell me you feel the same." he whispers in your ear. You're shivering and you don't know why. You turn around to face him. " i feel the same. You're an idiot for not noticing sooner. everyone knew. Hell, I'm pretty sure Gojo knows." He gives you a small smile before leaning in to kiss you, and you know it's finally happened.

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Hello! Thanks for reading, I really hope you guys enjoyed, this took me so long to finish, it's been sitting in my drafts since like November. Bye bye!!

[cielles-random-vault]

i have no idea on how to name this but sfw ghost x gn reader because im back from the dead enjoy 🦅

song: sweet - cigarettes after sex

(@unabashedcroissanttreefan its not pheromones (yet) but its still better than nothing)

wc: 333

it has been a few months, and soon, a few years since you and ghost started dating, and he was firm about it: he would not remove his mask anytime soon and you were perfectly fine with it.

after a few months of shared living, you entering the bathroom when he was showering was a common occurrence; and today was no exception.

-how many times will i have to tell you to knock before entering? especially when i'm in the shower? asked ghost as he noticed you in the bathroom. he tried his best to say this on a grumpy tone, but you could still feel he was amused.

-we've been together for almost a year now, and you still didn't get used to it? lame. you reply, mocking him.

the two of you kept on doing random things in the batehoom, when all of a sudden you felt your boyfriend's hands on your waist, holding you close as he just got out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.

-what's with the sudden affection? you ask, not used to your boyfriend being tactile with you.

-nothing, he replies softly, delicately kissing your shoulder. i just felt like it.

-wait. (you suddenly turn around to not see his face.) what about your mask?

he gently lifts up your chin, so that you can look at into his eyes.

-you said it yourself, love, he said softly. it has been a year since we started dating, and over this past year you taught mw how to love myself and... that's something i could never imagine myself suceeding alone at, and.. i wanted to thank you for that.

you spent a solid 5 minutes looking at your boyfriend, not saying a word. you had no doubt you were already in love with him before, but seeing him now, like this... its as if you fell in love with him all over again.

and knowing you were the reason he felt that comfortable... it truly made your heart melt.

guess im back? kinda? 😭 anyway hope you enjoyed! please reblog and leave a nice comment if you liked this fic! have a great day/night!

with love from katsu, going offline! (*≧∀≦)人(≧∀≦*)♪

- @cielles-miscellaneous-vault

[gregoftom]

and tom makes himself so vulnerable and gets rejected twice!!!

greg doesn't respond right/enough to your my favourite/I'd marry you, when like you say it's such a confession. so then he's like fight me (entangle our bodies together) fight me fight me (grab me hold me let me grab and hold you) (lay with me wrapped around me). and greg's strong verbal rejection, then tom's "I don't want to either!!!" is soooooo telling so insane crazy so heartbreaking!!!

bro is breaking down about prison and just wants some comfort so goes to his actual favourite and bleeds in front of him trying to connect in the most genuine way he never has before/can. and greg gives him a bashful smile and concern but not the tactile love and passion and touch that he's after.

this man needs to be touched!

he's trying so hard to ask for it to instigate it and it's painful being that vulnerable, and then he's opened himself up too much and lost and feels worse than before. and maybe he's not his favourite's favourite. and maybe he's alone and lonely and it's not for lack of trying so there's nothing left for him to do but be hurt. and push greg away (but tom can't ever push greg away for good! because greg's still and always tom's favourite! it's repeated in the bathroom fight and forehead sticker soooo directly!!! you hurt me, I try to hate you, I pull you close and kiss you with care and tenderness).

and now I'm also just thinking about all the times that tom's touched greg and how what that really means is he wants greg to touch him.

(and how in s4 and beyond the finale greg is touchy with him and will be touchy and will rise to fight and grab when tom wants and needs to grab. how tom is greg's favourite too. how greg becomes and grows to be everything tom's needing from him, and it's just from greg becoming so comfortable in they're relationship and wanting tom in turn and caring about tom in turn and being possessive of tom in turn. the verdict is love, your honour!!!! they're married now)

OOF OUCH OUHIES OW OWwwwwwwwwww whywhwwdhywndshuhuhuhufhgughhuuuu [sounds of me crying]

no but exactly like, to have an unrequited fp is like. actually soul crushing and greg is not at the point yet [re: nero sporus scene] where he can trust tom's affection, not only because tom is. well you know, tom, with him, at the start, but because he's been given up on and abandoned before. he also can't really comprehend someone actually wanting him to touch him or him touching someone and it being welcomed either because of how often he is recoiled from or treated like something gross. also it's like. a really heavy thing on someone! he responds nicely but he just can't reach that level yet because why should he trust tom's love like that when people have thrown him around before depending on actions which he can never get right [ewan] or abandoned him to fend for himself even though he's tried to take care of them [marianne].

yeah yeah tom needs touch absolutely. he's always touching greg because his love language is touch [lucky for him greg's is too so that works out when they finally realise that each other is genuine and really does care about one another] and again greg is kinda like. HUH?? because he's so used to people purposefully trying to avoid him physically. he likes it but he can't fully commit to it s1-3 [3.09 is i think the first time he realises that maybe it's okay because he reaches up to hug at first, then decides not to because he doesn't want to frighten tom off, but then tom holds his arms out and he takes tom's shoulders and pulls him in slightly and tom is jostled a little with the force of that hug, like. man.] because he's just like. what is happening? is it real?

and ohghhgnfdf yeah definitely earlier on tom tries to push greg away but just can't which is another reason greg reacts so strongly to tom pushing him away/withholding the love and trust from him in later s4 that he's given earlier on, because wtf man, i thought we were best friends? i thought we were over this shit, i thought i was your confidant? he even asks in america decides, what are we? because he doesn't want to be tom's side piece any more, he wants to be his lover. he doesn't want to be treated as someone who is told in the aftermath. but tom is doing it unintentionally here bc he's so laser focused on getting to a position where he can secure greg like he's so desperate to keep greg with him he ends up pushing him out by accident. he does admit to needing greg specifically but it's not enough, and it leads to greg's actions in the finale - he needs to protect himself because he's not sure if tom still will. everything is so much.

but YEAH ON GOD S4 GREG IS MY ENTIRE ASS FOR THIS REASON. he's soooo. god. he wifes for tom so hard it's actually insane. it becomes very clear to us that greg absolutely adores tom back; he's being carefree with him, laughing openly with him, pressing his whole body to him, being practically glued to him in the sense you won't see one without the other, singing his song, taking care of him, watching out for him, coming into the damn ass wake with him because it makes tom feel safe, being his literal lifeline and not hanging up on him when he needs it most, smashing a bottle in the face of the person who hurts his best friend bc enough is enough. between s3-4 they became best friends which is just so like. deep, and builds a stronger foundation for whatever fucked up lusty thing they had before. possessive greg of tom is my ASS god i wish we had gotten more of that. but at least we have these pics.

[vessel-full-of-stories]

This all started with me explaining how Buck's relationship with physical affection/tactility isn't what some think it is. He's not like Eddie, who actively uses it as a love language.

If we look back at the Buckley household and upbringing, we can actually see which love language is prominent for each member and how it developed.

In case you don't remember, the third Buckley sibling, Daniel, got diagnosed with leukemia around age 5. They tried treatment but it was ineffective, Daniel needing a bone marrow transplant. None of the existing Buckley's were a match, so the parents decided to create one.

By age 7, baby Buck was born and he was a match, but it didn't graft. Daniel ended up passing a year later. With a living reminder of their lost child and the shame having Buck got them from their social groups ("forcing" them to move away), it's easy to imagine the disconnect and (probable) resentment they had for him.

Maddie said they were different before everything happened and that's true. Maddie is obviously familiar with how to comfort someone physically.

But Buck is another thing that can die on them. And that's scary. As much as they tried to block a deep attachment from forming (successful for the most part), seeing Buck injured triggered that same response they had for Daniel and Maddie. They wanted to shelter and protect him, but their "failure" to protect Daniel poisoned the thought. So, they retreated mentally and emotionally to protect themselves.

That created the rift between parents and children. Buck and Maddie weren't the only ones with an "us against them" mentality.

They show physical affection and comfort to each other. Mirror each other's protective habits (crossing their arms over their chest). Go to therapy together to discuss their worries. All the things they didn't extend towards their children because it was about them, now. Not Maddie or Buck.

Even examining their outbursts, it always goes back to one of two things. Buck should know life is fragile! Maddie doesn't know how it feels to lose a child! How could Buck ask them to sit and watch while their child was in the hospital? Their childish tantrums (literal children) never made it easy! It always goes back to Daniel or them. Not their living children.

Buck was right. They gave up on them. And he never knew why.

Not knowing led him to do whatever it took to get their attention. And if Buck being injured dragged at least the bare minimum of their love languages out of them, he'd do it.

Phillip was shown to lean towards gift giving, buying Buck a new bike, ice cream, pizza.

Margaret was the physically affectionate one with her children. She moved to embrace Buck before she realized whose bike they were using. When he's bedbound with a broken arm, she taps his leg gently.

The act grew old after a couple years and you can see Buck's resentment in his speech and demeanor towards them. It's not just teenage rebellion that leads him to say, "they suck." They do. With Maddie and Buck growing up in that environment, it pretty much stunted their emotional connections with physical touch.

Again, Maddie had her parents' and Daniel's physical love while he was alive. She has some experience with it ingrained in her. And what Buck has, he learned from her. However, I believe much of that physicality morphed into another language when she became a primary caregiver to Buck.

Maddie tended to his wounds, bathed him as a baby, defended him, and made pinky promises. (A sincere, yet kidish gesture that was probably taught to her by Daniel.)

Basically, physical touch wasn't just about affection anymore. It became an act of service. She gave everything she could to Buck because she knew exactly why they treated him like they did, even if she had to keep it a secret. And she never resented him for it. She loves Buck, and she showed him that through act of care.

Maddie was still young, though, going through her own issues. Not understanding the possessiveness of Doug because, after years of their parents' neglect, she thought that's what love looked like. Doug broke her away from her family, from Buck, as a way to control her, but she wanted to escape her parents, so she thought it was fine. Whatever red flags she saw were the simple complexities of marriage. (At least that's what she told other people.)

Doug especially clawed into her relationship with physicality. The way he threatened, dragged, and beat her was beyond cruel. It would be understandable if she never felt comfortable giving or receiving physical affection again.

Still, her love language wasn't completely gone. Buck, her baby brother, always managed to bring it back out of her.

After roughly a decade and a half with Doug, the last three with zero contact with Buck (except Christmas cards), she was able to jump back into her special blend of physical affection and acts of service. (With some road bumps here and there. She was still suffering some PTSD after she left : the Christmas tree debacle, the broken glass flashback, the stalking incident where she tried to save a DV victim.)

But in LA, with Buck, she was finally able to get away from Doug and actually meet people outside of her workspace. To make friends and extend her family. To find real love in many different shapes and forms. And, she got to love Buck again, just like before.

Buck loves her, too.

Like I said, Buck learned his major love language from watching Maddie. He finds ways to show people he cares about them through (you already know this) acts of service.

This is especially prevalent when faced with the source of their grievance, their parents. They approach them as a "united front" and promise to have each other's backs.

Which they do. Maddie comforts Buck with a gentle hand on his arm after he was visibly stressed just seconds before he greeted his parents with a (fake) smile. Buck consistently defends Maddie from his parents' backhanded commentary. At one point he even blends a little physical affection in there like she does, just to push the point he's making. He slaps Chim's leg to emphasize he is the good man Maddie has found to have a child with. That he is proud and happy for them both.

After moving past the revelations, the betrayal, and the blame, Maddie finally feels fully connected to Buck again and clings to him.

Before I go on about acts of service, there's an important (maybe the most important) thing I need to point out about Buck and physical touch.

I've said before that Buck absolutely adores physical affection, especially in group settings. Gathering around a laptop to tease Bobby about his dating profile. Winding his arms around his team in a giant group hug.

These people are his family. He loves them. And when they participate in close contact activities like these, he knows he's welcome. Explicit consent isn't exactly needed, it's implied by the gathering itself. (To think what would happen if he was ever rejected from a group hug. The agony. Also don't think about the metaphorical implication of this when Bobby wouldn't let him come back to work and even covered his name plate with "Bosko" instead. Food for thought.)

It's when physical affection turns to physical comfort that things change. He doesn't really respond, almost ever. And that's probably due to his parents. (Shocker.)

These screenshots are all from Buck Begins and What's Your Grievance, the introduction, background, and conclusion (hopefully) to the Buckley parents within the show. (Can't stand them.)

They actually make direct parallels between Buck's parents and Buck's chosen parental figures, Athena and Bobby.

We see Bobby's very first interaction with Buck where he affectionately welcomes Buck to the 118, putting a hand on his shoulder, and Buck is ecstatic. This is compared to his father's greeting of a quick pat on the shoulder, which Buck returns with a (fake) smile. He already knows there's no love behind this touch, so it is hardly considered affection.

Arguably, all of the physical touches after the fire (panels 4,5,6,9, and 10) evoke about the same response from him : Nothing. Because these are physical comforts centered around Buck, where he is the focus and in some form of mental distress. Basically, he's not the one giving the comfort (where he can also take comfort in the relief of having the person close), he's receiving it. It's just about him.

There wasn't enough comfort in his youth to build an emotional tie to these gestures. (Again, rare from his parents and Maddie's touches were affectionate or perceived as service.) Which is why he doesn't typically seek them out.

Instead, it's the words of affirmation that differentiate these interactions. That actually affect Buck.

Compare his conversation with Athena to the one with his mother while he struggles to understand who he is. Athena moves in, pats his knee, and tells him he is someone who never gives up. Margaret holds his hands and tells him he was born to save people.

These are clearly two very different perspectives of him. One is by a woman who didn't even like him at first, but saw him grow and mature. She grew to respect and love the man he is now. The other woman is essentially a stranger with context. They're barely in each other's lives and hold no positive baggage. It might be unfair, but it sounds like she's asking forgiveness by justifying her actions as some fated reason to his existence.

Finally, it circles back to acts of service. After everything they went through as kids, Buck breaks and finally tells them exactly what he expected from them. What he needed them to do all along. To love him anyways.

When he messed up, when he was stubborn and frustrating, exhausting, he needed them to love him anyways. Could they please do this for him.

Well, he never had to ask that of the 118.

Yes, he's messed up. Yes, he's needed more chances to prove himself. But he doesn't ask for forgiveness or love. They just give it to him anyways.

Even when he goes against orders (again) and gets caught alone in an impossible situation, his family runs in to help him. They don't scream and berate him for being reckless, they take care of him and make sure he's alright. They love him. And he's never had to ask them to.

To summarize the physicality of it, this is Buck:

If it seems a little complex, that's because Buck went from a low physical environment to a high physical environment, and he's comfortable in the way he navigates it, so it's stayed this way for the most part(<- Christopher post) even after all these years.

What is shifting and actively being challenged is his relationship with acts of service.

Buck saw himself as lost in life. He knew he had a "purpose", a service he could provide to tell him he's worth something, but he didn't know what yet. When Maddie pushed all of her love onto him and gave him her jeep so he could escape, he extended that service right back to her, telling her to come with him.

Her rejection (that he didn't know Doug violently influenced) hurt him, but he still kept in contact with her through post cards. He went through a number of service jobs from working in construction, on a ranch, in a bar, even trying to join the Navy Seals at one point. None of them gave him the fulfillment he was searching for. Until he joined the 118.

Even after three years of radio silence, Buck convinced Maddie to stay with him in LA, offering his home where he could keep her safe. He helped her move into her own apartment when she decided she needed her own place, to stand on her own feet.

They were the first people to truly have the other's back, and that relationship has withstood everything. It's when they apply those services to other relationships that they struggle.

A prominent example being how Buck approaches helping his family in 3x10 vs 5x05.

In 3x10, the year has been rough and they're all set to work Christmas day. As much as they'd like to be with their families, they have a job that needs to be done. Buck works with Athena to get everyone to the station for a giant surprise celebration. And it works. Christmas is saved.

Now, in 5x05, Buck is putting a lot of unnecessary blame onto himself for several things that were simply out of his control. He sees himself as a key cause in the breaking of the 118 and decides he should transfer. His mind processes this as "let me do this for you," to help his family, even if it costs him one of his greatest joys in life. Thankfully, they talk him out of it.

Maddie does this, too, in 5x03 by leaving Jee in order to protect her. Their services are wonderful and bright until they believe they are the issue. And with the self esteem their parents instilled in them, negative outcomes were bound to happen.

To focus on Buck, he's been shown struggling with his love language throughout the show. There is a consistent battle of him trying to balance the selfless act of serving others and the selfish love he takes from doing it.

He finds purpose in being a firefighter, but needs to find the line where he knows he matters outside of the uniform. He loves helping people, but in fighting for that right, he hurts the family around him. He's been accused of "making everything about him" multiple times. And yes, he absolutely relates in these situations, but he's also genuinely trying to help and understand the person he's talking about.

And the reason why he's struggling is actually pretty simple. Buck didn't have people he cared about before. Other than Maddie, of course.

He went from his parents' house to running all over the country, not exactly setting down roots and building relationships. By the time he's at the 118, he's having a string of flings, getting fired, then not fired, taking responsibility for his actions, and that's all just in the first episode. (Ah, season 1. Such a strange place.)

Basically, he's growing into it. Learning how to extend his service beyond Maddie and strangers. It works well so often, of course he's not gonna have a ton of practice on how to sense something might go wrong, or know what to do when it does. And every relationship offers a different dynamic, so he has to learn to navigate that as well. It just takes time. And learning from mistakes, which he does.

Same with Maddie, being free from Doug and moving to a city with so many new people to interact with. Things were bound to change along the way.

TLDR : Maddie and Buck's relationship with their major love language, acts of service, has evolved over time, and will likely keep evolving as they're challenged by new situations in the future.

I don't speak about any of these characters in absolutes because new experiences can and have shifted their dynamics already. People are not set in stone. And I would cry happy tears to see all 911 characters experience love in every positive shape and form.

[crazygalore]

GABRIEL MAY (MALIGNANT) NSFW ALPHABET

TW: mentions of dysmorphia, NSFW

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Surprisingly, Gabriel actually NEEDS it, after each lovemaking session - no matter how gentle or how rough he was with you. He’ll draw the both of you a hot bath, and help you wash yourself. If you return the favour, this boy will positively melt, and let out tiny noises that sound suspiciously similar to little purrs. Afterwards, once he has patted your dry with a fluffy towel and dressed you in your favourite pyjamas, Gabriel will carry you to bed, and place you under the covers. Then, he will bring your favourite snacks and beverage, to enjoy while you huddle together to watch a movie before falling asleep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Gabriel could never pick just one thing he loves about you - because he practically worships you body and soul. You are infinitely beautiful in his eyes, and the fact that you love and accept him for who he is feels like a miracle to him.

Since he doesn’t actually have a body of his own, he expresses his identity though clothes that he wears, which are different than the ones owned by Madison. Although they’re not body parts per say, he sees his leather coat and makeshift gold dagger as extensions of himself, and he enjoys donning them whenever he takes over his twin’s body. He will, sometimes, remain fully clothed during sex.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

His pleasure is your pleasure, and he will make you cum as much as possible, if only to enjoy your desperate moans and whimpers. 

Being transmasc and trapped his Madison’s body, he suffers from severe dysmorphia and doesn’t really enjoy being touched intimately. And, as stated HERE, he did communicate with his sister when the two of you decided to become intimate, because he felt like this specific situation called for his sister’s consent. She doesn’t have access to his memories regarding his sex life, though - which is for the best.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s not a secret that he loves watching you pleasure yourself. The first time he witnessed it, you weren’t aware he was there, lost as you were in the act, so he quietly enjoyed the show from the door, a smug smirk playing at the corners of his mangled mouth.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

You are Gabriel’s first and only love, and the only person who ever saw him as a human being, worth of respect and adoration. So he doesn’t have that much experience, but he did his research and tried to learn as much as possible about the human body’s erogenous spots. That makes up for his lack of actual physical experience, at least most of the times. But since your guys’ relationship is based on trust, respect and communication, Gabriel is never ashamed to ask what works for you, and what doesn’t.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary, since he usually uses his mouth, fingers or a strap-on to pleasure you - and he wants to be able to look at your face, kiss your lips and hold you in his arms during sex. Gabriel is a very tactile person, and extremely touch-starved, so he actually NEEDS to be held, caressed and comforted. It’s the main reason why he enjoys making love to you so much, because the physical intimacy is something he’d never experienced before.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I wouldn’t say he’s particularly goofy, but he isn’t very stoic either. If anything awkward ensures during sex, he will try to make you laugh about it, so that you can relax and move on.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn’t actually have a private area of his own, and its pretty much Madison’s business as to how she grooms her nether region. He doesn’t actually care about those parts, since he never uses them.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very intimate, very romantic and very needy. As stated above, he craves physical contact, and he melts whenever you treat him with gentleness and affection. Hold him, kiss him, caress his scarred cheeks, and tell him how good he makes you feel, and Gabriel will be putty in your hands.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t actually partake in this act, as he doesn’t enjoy looking at, or touching the private parts of the body he shares with his sister. But sometimes, he fantasizes about what he would do to you, if he had a body of his own.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Gabriel is surprisingly vanilla, but he can be pretty dominant in the bedroom. He will pin your wrists above your head, as he fucks you into the mattress, or guide you into touching yourself, his voice a mere growl coming from your phone’s speaker. Knife kink, maybe, but only when it comes to cutting off your clothes. He doesn’t wanna hurt you, so unless you insistently ask him to, Gabriel won’t hold his makeshift dagger to your throat, or drag its blade across your skin. After all, he has other ways to let out his violent frustrations, so he feels no need to bring that to the bedroom. He was hurt by people who abhorred him, and he returned the favour years later. Love and violence do not cross paths in Gabriel’s mind.

Also clothed sex, because he enjoys wearing his leather coat and gloves, as he teases your naked body mercilessly.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere inside the house, but the bedroom is his favourite, because it’s more private and safe. Plus, he enjoys taking his time, so the bed is the most comfortable option when it comes to lengthy lovemaking sessions.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Whenever you treat Gabriel with kindness and love, he will feel the need to bring you pleasure, and show you just how much he covets you. For him, sex is a means of expressing his affection for you - it’s an act of adoration and gratitude.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will NOT hurt you, ever, no matter how much you insist. You are the only person who has ever treated him right, and he cannot bear the thought of harming you in any way.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Enjoys giving, and is very enthusiastic about it. This boy will eat you out for hours, and has become fucking expert at it. He knows just how to angle his face, and use his teeth and tongue to cause you maximum pleasure. Your taste is heaven to him, and your needy moans and whimpers are music to his ears. He will edge you, he will overstimulate you, he will play your body like a violin, using his mouth and fingers alone.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the mood. Slow and sensual is his go to, but he can be rough if you ask him to. But regardless of the pace, Gabriel is ALWAYS very passionate, and completely dedicated to your pleasure. Also, this boy is inhumanly strong, so he may end up becoming rough without even realizing it - but in case it becomes too much, all you have to do is tell him, and Gabriel will apologise and treat you more gently.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not opposed to them, but he prefers taking his time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s willing to try anything, so long as it doesn’t cause you any actual harm. Hickeys and faint finger-shaped bruises happen a lot, since he doesn’t always calibrate his strength properly all the time.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Oh, he could go on forever. Remember he experiences pleasure exclusively through you, so he never gets tired of it.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Oh, yes, 100% a fan of toys, all of them meant to drive you utterly insane with pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The most unfair and maddeningly patient tease to ever walk this Earth. He will edge you until you’re crying and begging for release - and only then will he CONSIDER to maybe let you cum.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Low growls and muffled moans are the best he can do - although he may use your phone’s speaker to talk dirty to you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Gabriel really enjoys sucking on and playing with your nipples. And, yes, he has actually made you cum by solely teasing and fondling your chest.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

As I said, he uses a strap-on, which is just the right length and thickness to bring you maximum pleasure. In fact, the more I think about it, the more inclined I am to believe he consulted with you before buying it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I would say his sex drive is medium to low, so unless you initiate it - case in which he will be delighted to take you to the bedroom - he will rarely bring it up. But he does have his moments, when he simply craves your passionate embrace.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends. Sometimes he falls asleep as soon as aftercare has been performed, and sometimes he stays awake a little while longer, just to watch you sleep peacefully by his side.

[seijorhi]

insidious

Hinata Shoyo x female reader (+ Miya Atsumu x female reader)

tw dub-con/non-con, yandere, voyeurism, nsfw, smut but like just a sprinkle

Atsumu’s never considered himself much of a relationship guru, but surely he can’t be the only one who notices there’s something real fuckin’ weird about your relationship with Hinata.

Admittedly, the first few times he met you, he wasn’t paying all that much attention. Sure, you were hot, and he’d be a liar if he said he hadn’t snuck a peek every now and then; but his focus has always been on the game, on his teammates. On himself as a setter. It’s why he’s got a strict no girlfriends policy during the season. Atsumu doesn’t do distractions.

And he likes Hinata. On the court, the little dude’s a monster for him to unleash and he’d love him for that alone, but somehow despite being a 5’7” excitable ball of crazy intensity off the court as well, the redhead’s impossible not to get along with. 

There’s a few guys on the team that have partners – fuck, Meian’s even married, his wife five months pregnant with their second kid. But it doesn’t hit him until maybe three or so weeks after Hinata joins the team that he’s never seen any of them (or the ones that came before them) show up at every single training session. 

You do. 

Rain, hail or shine, no matter how early Hinata starts or how late he stays, you’re there, sitting in the stands, just… watching. It’s not a bad thing exactly. He knows Bo thinks it’s cute, gets all moony eyed and sappy about it and Hinata certainly doesn’t seem bothered by it, beaming up at you after every point scored, every successful spike, every receive. 

But it’s just– they train six days a week. It’s long hours and a lot of it’s just drills and exercising till they’re dead on the floor, and even hardcore volleyball fans would find it boring to sit through day in and day out. You don’t take a book or sit there on your phone; you just watch idly as they train. 

Day in, day out. 

There ain’t a rule against it; their practices are closed to the public but the team have a few passes they can hand around on the odd occasion. It’s more of an unspoken understanding; you can invite who you want, so long as you’re focused and they don’t make a fuss.

You never do though, quiet as a mouse as you wait for Hinata to finish up. 

“Don’tcha think it’s weird though?” he asks Sakusa one afternoon, wiping the sweat from his brow as he watches Hinata slump down beside you after practice wraps up, pulling you into a nuzzling embrace.

Sakusa makes a noncommittal noise, but dark eyes regard the two of you nonetheless. “She moved with him from Brazil, didn’t she?” 

Atsumu shrugs, “And?”

“She doesn’t have any friends or family here, no roots, no job, just Hinata,” he says – slowly, like Atsumu’s an idiot. 

And he tries to put himself in your shoes for a minute, imagine what it would be like to follow someone halfway across the world (further actually, because he’s pretty sure you weren’t from Brazil to begin with) but it’s not the same. Even without Samu, or his friends or his family, even in a country with weird customs and a language that wasn’t his own, Atsumu’s always been good at finding his feet. 

But he supposes he can understand why you cling to Hinata. Though it’s really more a case of Hinata clinging to you, ‘cause whenever he turns around, it’s the redhead who’s the one all over you, pulling you into cuddles, twining his fingers with yours, peppering your face with butterfly kisses. Like he’ll just die if he’s not touching you every second you’re together.

It’s either sickeningly cute or revoltingly excessive, and for the life of him Atsumu can’t figure out which. 

You’d think it’s his first relationship or something, that he’s stuck in some weird puppy love honeymoon phase, but from what he’s heard the two of you have been together for years now – that’s just the way Hinata is, apparently.

He shouldn’t be too surprised; the guy’s always first in line to jump on his back or try and tackle him to the floor after any successful play. Between him and Bokuto, he’s got more bruises littered over his body than a linebacker, but they’re a tactile team, and he usually gives as good as he gets. 

You’re not one for excessive PDA though. You never fight against the overbearing affection, don’t shrug it off or shrink away – at least, not from what he’s noticed – but Atsumu hasn’t seen you initiate anything more than a quick peck to his cheek when Hinata’s got you all bundled up in his arms.

And he gets that not every relationship has to be equal in that sense, different love languages and all that crap, but while you don’t fight it, you never seem… entirely comfortable with it either. Not in the ‘stop, we’re in public, please don’t’ kinda way, but–

He can’t put a finger on it. 

You smile at Hinata, cheer when he scores, let him pet and kiss and pull you around wherever he wants, but you never seem to relax properly, and it bothers him. He doesn’t know why it bothers him.

If he hadn’t met you, hadn’t known that you’d been with Hinata since he was dirt poor and moonlighting as a delivery boy in Brazil, he’d be tempted to think that you were only in it for the money. It’s not a bad plan, as far as these things go – find some up and coming athlete to place all your bets on, get him wrapped around your finger before success goes to his head. And he doesn’t know you all that well and has absolutely zero fucking justification to back it up, but you don’t strike him as the money hungry type.

You don’t strike him as anything, and maybe that’s part of the issue.

Hinata’s like a sun; he’s gonna eclipse anyone standing too close. That’s normal. The team; him and Sakusa, Bokuto, the others – they have their own talents to stand on, to push through and shine on their own, but you… 

Fuck, why does it even matter?

Why does it bother him? It ain’t his relationship. You never complain, you make Hinata happy – he’d have to be blind not to see how much that guy loves you – and he dotes on you, spoils the shit out of you, so why can’t he shake this feeling in his gut that something ain’t right there?

It ain’t his relationship, and Atsumu’s not stupid enough to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong.

It ain’t his relationship.

It’s not, and he has more important things to focus his time and energy on.

You aren’t his problem. Fuck, you’ve barely spoken more than a few sentences to him! There’s no reason for why he can’t get you and your stupid relationship with his wing spiker outta his mind. 

“Just admit ya wanna fuck her and stop bitchin’ about it,” Samu groans one night when Atsumu stops by the restaurant after training. “Yer looking for a problem between the two of them so ya don’t feel guilty about it.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Shut yer trap, wouldja, Samu? I said it ain’t like that!”

He’s not gonna stand there and deny that he thinks you’re hot, but that’s not what this is about. Never has been. 

It’s quiet between them for a moment, Atsumu angrily stabbing at the onigiri on his plate, but he feels it when Osamu looks at him. Really looks, dark eyes flickering across his face, reading him like an open book. Samu might enjoy giving him shit and winding him up just for the sake of it, but there’s nobody on earth who knows him better. 

Eventually he sighs, and the air feels different between them. Heavier, somehow. “What’re ya saying, Tsumu? Ya think Hinata’s hurting her or somethin’?”

Yes. 

No.

He knows Hinata. Well, for a few months at least, but peripherally for years. Ever since high school. And Atsumu’s had the displeasure of knowing guys like that, guys who liked to feel big and tough and strong and would gladly slap around some pretty thing just to feel all manly and shit, and Hinata’s not– 

He doesn’t treat you like you’re made of glass or anything, but every time he touches you, so much as looks at you with those bright eyes, it’s with this kind of intense, burning love that Atsumu just doesn’t understand, that honestly freaks him out a little. He’s never seen bruises littering your skin – at least, not the kind that Samu’s worried about. You don’t flinch away from Hinata’s touch. 

(You never look comfortable though. Never happy – not like Hinata is.)

No. He’s a good guy, he wouldn’t hurt a fly, and despite the lingering unease Atsumu has about the two of you, he doesn’t doubt for a second that Hinata is head over fucking heels in love with you. He wouldn’t hurt you.

He wouldn’t.

“No, ‘course not! I just…” he breaks off, shaking his head. And he chews on his lip for a moment, debating with himself whether he should actually admit what he’s been thinking the past few weeks or whether Samu’s just gonna call him a pussy or something and tell him to knock it off. “I get the feeling she doesn’t wanna be there. She’s smiling and sitting there all pretty, but it’s just… I dunno, it’s just weird.”

Osamu doesn’t say much after that, but he doesn’t really need to. He knows what his brother’s thinking. If you weren’t happy, you’d leave. If Hinata wasn’t treating you right, you’d leave. You’d tell someone. But it ain’t that simple, is it? 

Atsumu’s always had a problem sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. 

The first game of the season’s a slam dunk, and while they’re usually pretty tame during the season, beating Kageyama and Ushijima, last year's undefeated champs is cause for celebration. He’s not surprised to see you there at the club, tucked under Hinata’s arm in some little black dress, all dolled up. You smile at him, a hollow, fleeting thing, and Atsumu hates how the sight of it makes his stomach clench. 

Sakusa, Bokuto and Inunaki arrive moments later, a drink’s shoved into his hands and he forces himself to think of other things. You aren’t his problem, you aren’t his girl, and he’s definitely not watching you dance, your back flush with Hinata’s front, the wing spiker’s hands splayed across your hips, his mouth trailing greedily along your neck. 

And for the first time since this whole stupid thing started, Atsumu recognises the ugly feeling stirring in the pit of his gut. It’s jealousy.

He’s played one of the best games of his life today, his team’s fucking amazing, the music’s good and the alcohol is free flowing – he should be happy. And there’s absolutely no reason he should be watching you out of the corner of his eye, waiting for an opening.

It shouldn’t make his heart skip a beat when Hinata leans down to whisper something in your ear, passing you his glass as he heads off to find the men’s. He’s midway through a conversation of his own with Adriah and Bokuto that he’s barely paying attention to, and there’s a voice in his head (one that sounds suspiciously like Samu’s) that tells him to just let it go, but his feet are already moving, a half hearted excuse spilling from his lips as he slips past them both to make his way over to you.

“Hey,” he says. His voice is too quiet, too breathless to carry across over the music, but he’s taller than you, taking up your space and he isn’t imagining the way that your eyes widen, a flicker of something passing your face before you school your features back into that same fake, pleasant smile. 

He doesn’t imagine the nervous look you dart over his shoulder in the direction Hinata walked off in. 

You take a delicate sip from your glass, the very same one you’ve been nursing since you arrived and he watches – watches – as you force yourself to relax, the tension easing from your shoulders, your posture softening. “Miya,” you greet, raising your voice just enough to be heard. “Congratulations on the win.”

It’s so polite, so fucking fake that it makes him wanna hurl. 

“Atsumu,” he corrects before he can help himself. Sakusa calls him Miya, but nobody else – nobody who knows him – does. He can’t bear the sound of it on your lips, like you’re nothing more than strangers. 

He’s talked to you before, right? Surely. 

You’re just standing there, perfectly at ease around him and the others – if not for the finger tapping anxiously against the stem of your glass, a tic he wonders if you’re even aware of. You might be able to fool the others – admittedly, they’re probably not paying you too much attention – but he’s used to picking up on the smallest details. 

And he’s become real good at reading you these past few weeks.

“So tell me, how’d the two of ya meet?” he asks instead, because he’s rushed in here with no game plan and it’s the first thing that comes to mind. He doesn’t even care about the answer; now that he’s finally here, finally has you to himself for a moment, he just wants to hear you talk. 

“Oh, um,” you swallow, ducking your head so you’re not meeting his gaze anymore. “It’s a little embarrassing–”

A familiar, bright laugh cuts you off, and Atsumu’s heart hammers when Hinata slaps him on the shoulder, “It’s not embarrassing, babe, it’s cute!” 

Deep brown eyes meet his; wide, glittering and freakishly intense and he fights the urge to recoil. He’s done nothing wrong, he knows that, but Hinata’s staring at him like every thought he’s ever had about you is written right across his face, plain as day.

And you – you look like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar, like Hinata’s stumbled on you shoving your tongue down his throat rather than just having an innocent, friendly conversation with his teammate. It’s a split second that stretches a lifetime, but when he dares to look over, you’re rigid, eyes wide and full of panic and he knows, he fucking knows that he’s right. 

“Tell him,” Hinata urges, wasting no time in slipping past Atsumu to take his place by your side.

His arm wraps around your waist, squeezing you gently, and after a single, tense beat, you comply. “O-on the first week of my trip to Brazil, I was mugged. Shoyo saw it all happen and chased after them – got my purse back for me, even walked me back home to make sure I was okay, patched me up and everything.” You pause, nibbling on your bottom lip as you gaze up at Hinata, “He was my knight in shining armour.”

Hinata preens as you smile, but it’s still wrong. Atsumu’s seen what hero worship looks like, what real love looks like, and he’ll hand it to you; you have the basics down pat, but you can’t fake everything. 

With bitterness and disgust eating away at his gut, it becomes suffocating, standing there trying to carry a conversation and pretending that whatever there is between the two of you is in any way fucking romantic–

It’s too much, like somebody has a grip on his lungs, viciously squeezing out the last of his breath, and he barely remembers to excuse himself before he’s shoving his way through the crowd, knocking Meian’s concerned hand away as he flees for the balcony.

The late summer night air’s warm and humid, but he gulps it down in big, gasping heaves, clinging to the rail like it’s a lifeline. 

You’re fucking with his head and he hates it. He hates that he can’t let this go, can’t get you out of his goddamn head no matter how hard he tries. Atsumu’s always been a selfish, arrogant bastard, why should he give two shits about some girl whose last name he doesn’t even know?

He wants to despise you. He wants to forget you, to shove you aside like he has every other distraction in his life. It’s not his problem you’ve found yourself in some fucked up relationship.

But he squeezes his eyes shut, and all Atsumu can see is your face. 

He stays out on that balcony until his body stops shaking, until the sweat on his forehead cools and he no longer feels like he’s gonna throw up. The beat of the music, spilling muted from the glass doors, wraps around him now that the pounding in his head’s subsided, tempting him back inside. Any other night, and he’d follow it, get absolutely shitfaced and party till he doesn’t remember his own name.

And as he stands there alone, staring up at the Tokyo city skyline, part of him almost wants to give in – to drink himself to oblivion. Because at least that’d be easier.

But he won’t.

Instead, Atsumu shoves his feelings down, musters up a lazy smirk and walks back inside. He has every intention of saying goodbye to at least a few of his teammates before heading back to the hotel room to crash, but as his eyes scan the crowded floor, he catches sight of something that stops him cold in his tracks.

Hinata has you pinned to the wall, his face buried in the crook of your neck, but that’s not what makes his heart skip a beat. It’s the way your dress is hiked up, your panties shoved to the side, Hinata’s hand between your thighs, fucking you on his fingers.

It’s the look on your face, screwed up in pleasure – or pain – biting down on your lip to stifle your cries. It wouldn’t make a difference. Nobody would be able to hear you over the music, and even if they could he doubts anyone would give a fuck.

His mouth dries out, every thought eddying from his head as he watches you cling to Hinata, your hands gripping his arms tight. Your makeup’s smudged, a tear spilling down your cheek catches the glittering lights of the club, but when your head tilts back he knows it’s a moan that leaves your lips. He can almost hear it, picture it in his mind. You’re shuddering, shaking your head even as your eyes are squeezed shut and the only sound Atsumu can hear is the restless thumping of his own heart.

And then your eyes flutter open and find his. He watches, frozen in place, transfixed in the worst possible way as mortification flashes across your features and your lips move–

Whatever you say to him, Hinata doesn’t stop. He just shifts a little, angles his body in a way that gives Atsumu a better view of your pussy and the attention he’s paying it. He can’t look away even if he desperately wants to, utterly enthralled by the slickness coating the digits, the way your thighs tremble and quake as those fingers curl inside of you, the little jolt you give when Hinata’s thumb rubs at your puffy clit.

Atsumu watches, equal parts horrified and mesmerised as he pushes you over the edge and you cum for him, a pleasured cry drowned out by the music, shaking and breathless and beautifully wrecked in his teammate’s arms. And as you all but collapse against him, Hinata finally turns to glance over his shoulder, meeting Atsumu’s stare.

And with his eyes fixed on the blonde, he whispers something into your ear that Atsumu doesn’t have a hope in hell of hearing, presses a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek and grins.

It’s enough to rip him out of his stupor, stumbling back with a gasp as his blood runs cold. Hinata knew, he knew he was watching – put on a fucking show for him, and suddenly the nausea returns, bile creeping up his throat and Atsumu can’t do a single thing but turn and flee.

Alone in his hotel room and not nearly drunk enough, he falls into a fitful sleep, the image of your face, tear stricken and beautiful as you fell to pieces on Hinata’s fingers, burned into the back of his eyelids. 

—

He doesn’t utter a word about it when Boktuo gives him shit for ducking out early the next day at training. He doesn’t so much as meet Hinata’s eye, though the redhead seems no different than usual, all but bouncing on his heels when the Coach runs through the game against the Adlers set by set.

He still gushes when Atsumu gives him a perfect set, beaming up at him with that thousand watt smile. He still offers to be paired off with him when they run two-on-two games, isn’t ruffled when Atsumu instead grabs Sakusa and goes up against Adriah and Barnes.

And you’re still sitting in the stands, fingers twined on your lap, smiling dutifully whenever your boyfriend glances up.

Atsumu tries his best to ignore you and focus on training. He can’t afford to let you distract him any more than you already have, but in the quiet moments between sets, on their breaks, every second he’s not thinking about the game and his performance and his team his thoughts drift back to you. The way you’d bitten down on your bottom lip. Your eyes, pupils blown wide as pleasure crashed through you. Your glistening cunt, swallowing up Hinata’s fingers. The cute little noises you made – the ones he couldn’t hear but spent all fucking night imagining.

And the moment those thoughts enter his head, he can’t stop himself from darting a quick glance towards you, like he’s making sure you’re still there, that you’re okay. Even if you stiffen almost imperceptibly every time he does.

He can’t help himself, and he’s not the only one who notices. 

“Dude, you good?” Bokuto asks, pulling him aside a week or so later during one of their water breaks. And for a second there, there’s a flicker of indignation – whatever’s going on with his head, his performance is beyond question; he’s killing it. 

It’s not until the wing spiker’s attention shifts, risking a glance over his shoulder to where he knows you’re sitting that he realises that’s not what Bokkun’s worried about.

“Look, I get it, she’s cute and all, but…” Bokuto trails off, awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck. Every ounce of discomfort is written clear as day across his face. “You might wanna tone it down a bit, you know? For everyone’s sake.”

The irony of it all doesn’t escape him. And he probably should feel some kinda shame, because if Bokuto’s noticed then that means every goddamn one of the others has too and they’re all just too uncomfortable to say anything, but he can’t seem to muster it. 

“Yeah,” he croaks out instead.

Two days later he’s halfway through a shower when the stall beside his bursts open and he hears that familiar, sunny laugh, the sound of two bodies clambering into a space too small, and his heart stutters in his chest.

“Sho, no. I-I don’t wanna–”

“Shh, be good for me, alright baby? Please?” 

A drawn out hiss followed by a breathy moan, and Atsumu’s bracing himself against the tiled wall squeezing his eyes shut.

The spray of the shower isn’t loud enough to drown out the sounds of you swallowing down Hinata’s cock. And he can’t move, can’t make a sound for fear of making this worse, but with every lewd, messy gluck from your throat, every obnoxious moan that spills from his teammate’s lips, Atsumu feels that telltale stirring in his gut.

His eyes are closed and the image comes unbidden to his mind.

You on your knees, looking up at him with those big, wide innocent eyes. You, pressing soft, teasing kisses to his cock, your tongue slowly trailing along the thick vein that runs along the underside of his shaft. The way it’d swirl around his flushed head, eagerly lapping at his precum. Fuck, his cock’s already throbbing, aching. 

He’s only human, he thinks as he wraps a hand around his member, teeth sinking into the flesh of his forearm to stifle his groan. You’re making a mess of him, he wants it so fucking bad. Wants you; to fuck you, have you, hold you, he doesn’t give a shit anymore, you’re driving him to the brink and he’s helpless to stop this.

He can see it so perfectly in his head, how you’d look with those soft lips wrapped around him, the way you’d massage his balls as he fucked your face, how you’d choke on it. You’d be good, so fucking perfect as you sucked him off–

Hinata’s chanting your name and Atsumu picks up his pace, strokes turning into pumps, his fist tightening as he hisses with pleasure. Distantly he wonders whether they can hear it too; his heavy breathing, the slick, wet sound of him jerking off less than a foot away.

He doesn’t care anymore, can’t hold himself back. It’s blinding, the pleasure that rips through him, shaking him to his very core as spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum paints the shower walls.

His knees buckle, his cock still twitching as aftershocks jolt through him, stealing his breath. For a blissful moment, Atsumu lets himself sag against the tiles, a lazy smirk coating his face as he basks in the afterglow, his heartbeat slowly coming down from it’s racing high. 

And yet as the warm water of the shower cascades down his toned body, his breathing returning to normal something unpleasant begins to unfurl in his stomach, toxic and cloying, seeping through his veins. All that bliss, that heady, addictive pleasure fades away and Atsumu’s left with the weight of what he’s just done.

Distantly, he registers that it’s quieter now in the stall next to his. Hinata’s murmuring something to you, but Atsumu can’t make sense of it over the dull roar in his head, the disgust and shame that coils like a noose around his throat.

He should hate himself. 

He just might, actually.

And it’s not enough to scrub until his skin’s raw and he doesn’t feel it crawling anymore, doesn’t matter that he stays in the shower until the two of you leave, until the water runs ice cold and it physically hurts to stand under the spray.

Hinata’s still in the locker room when he gets out, slowly gathering the last of his things and shoving them into his duffle bag. For once you’re not by his side, and Atsumu can only thank whatever godly beings might be out there for this one, tiny mercy, because he doesn’t think he can bear to see you after what he’s just done.

But Hinata just smiles, bright and cheerful and all too knowing, “Seeya tomorrow, Atsumu!”

And he feels filthy all over again.

[ffamranxii]

HAIKYUU!! COUPLES HEADCANONS

DAISUGA

-Daichi goes to the gym to work out. Suga goes to the gym to ogle Daichi

-Suga has a massive sweet tooth

-Daichi cooks, Suga cleans

-Suga is a little shit who is not above seducing Daichi in public. He can say the most lewd things without batting an eye while Daichi blushes furiously

-Daichi and Kuroo once hooked up at training camp. They do not talk about it

-Daichi is good friends with Michimiya and Kiyoko. Suga is closer to Asahi

-Daisuga rarely fight and are often asked for relationship advice. Daichi tries to discourage this because “guys I didn’t realize Yui had a crush on me or that Suga was in love with me for three years.”

-Daichi can’t dance, won’t dance, and refuses to acknowledge the time he got trashed and twerked

-Suga dislikes his given name unless it’s said by Daichi, who is the only person allowed to call him Koushi

-Suga is extremely flexible. Daichi is not.

-Daichi or Suga getting hit on makes Daichi uncomfortable. Getting hit on amuses Suga, and Daichi getting hit on makes him horny

-It took all of high school for Daisuga to get together, because Daichi is oblivious and Suga assumed Daichi wasn’t into him. Daichi’s dumbness and their mutual pining becomes a fond, shared joke several years later

-Daichi has no gag reflex. 

-Daisuga have a very fat, very orange cat named Ninja. He’s surprisingly fast and agile despite looking like a furry basketball. (Daichi is a dog person and did not even want Ninja at first. He suspects Kuroo had something to do with this. Suga sometimes playfully gets upset because “Ninja likes you better than me, Dai!”)

-Everyone expects Suga to be the dominant one but Suga is more than willing to be submissive for Daichi and has on several occasions

ASANOYA

-Noya gets up before sunrise to run. Asahi would rather die than leave his bed before 8am

-Noya turns the coffee pot on and cooks breakfast to lure Asahi out of bed

-Noya is surprisingly patient, gentle, quiet, and kind when it comes to Asahi and his insecurities

-Noya is the type to bottle his insecurities and fears until they explode. The only one who can calm him back down is Asahi

-Asahi makes bratty faces when he thinks Noya isn’t looking

-Noya and Tanaka spend a lot of time with Daisuga because of the Daichi&Suga&Asahi&Kiyoko friendship. Asahi and Ennoshita become good friends

-Asahi doesn’t understand the distance between Noya and his sisters because Asahi is very close to his

-It is impossible to embarrass Noya

-Asahi gets a lot of inspiration for his fashion designs from traveling with Noya

-Noya knows how to braid hair and likes to play with Asahi’s

-Asahi enjoys physical affection but dislikes overt PDA. Noya would happily climb Asahi like a tree in public if Asahi would let him

-Only Asahi calls Noya by his given name

-Noya knows he likes Asahi early on but Asahi’s panic (“omg someone LIKES me?? NOYA likes me?? My crush??”) at his confession prevent them getting together until after the Date Tech match (after Asahi rejoins the team).

-Noya is affected by wanderlust and that’s why he travels. Sometimes Asahi joins him. They get married in Canada during one of these trips. (I once read a fantastic asanoya fic where a significant event happened in Canada so Canada is my asanoya place now)

-Noya sends Asahi a postcard from every place he’s ever visited. Sometimes he’ll spend over half an hour trying to find the *best* one, only to buy them all and send them as a sort of big long letter. Asahi saves them all in a photo album that lives on the coffee table. (Some people have a coffee table book, Asahi has a photo album.)

-Noya prefers to top. The one thing he’s really uncomfortable with is being on the bottom (physically laying beneath someone and also sex).

KUROKEN

-Kuroken have a black cat and a calico and enjoy naps on the couch with the kitties. Kuroo has SO MANY pictures in his phone of Kenma curled around the kitties.

-Kuroo: “Love you.” Kenma: “Hate you.”

-Kenma CAN cook, but likes that Kuroo likes taking care of him

-Every game Kuroo has ever owned is multiplayer because he only games with Kenma

-Kenma’s favorite games involve critical thinking and puzzles. Kuroo enjoys watching him play

-Kuroo is an introvert masquerading as an extrovert. Kenma is an introvert. They enjoy quiet nights in.

-Kuroo has anxiety. Kenma always knows when Kuroo is anxious and how to fix it

-People make Kenma anxious. Kuroo makes himself anxious.

-Kenma’s nicknames for Kuroo are Kuro and Koroemon. Kuroo calls Kenma Kyanma and kitten

-Kuroo has been in love with Kenma for as long as he can remember, since they were kids. Kenma knows this, but doesn’t understand he feels the same way until Kuroo goes off to college

-Kuroo is the one who discovered Daichi’s lack of gag reflex. He’s delighted to learn that Kenma lacks one as well

-Kenma moves more slowly than Kuroo. He’s not as comfortable with physical affection and sex as Kuroo is. Their relationship progresses slowly, and Kuroo lets Kenma lead. 

-After Kenma’s confession, how he feels about Kuroo is one of the very few things Kuroo does not doubt or make himself anxious over.

-Kuroo can, will, and has go(ne) on and on and ON about Kenma until someone shuts him up. It drives Yaku up the fucking wall in high school.

-Kenma does a retro game stream once or twice a month made up of games he and Kuroo used to play as kids. Kuroo actually games with him on those days and Kenma’s followers are quick to notice and speculate because Kenma has literally never gamed with another person in the same room before. Sometimes Kenma can only post the actual gameplay because Kuroo ruined the footage of them by being excessively sappy. (Kuroo is NOT above flirting and dirty talk to get an edge and Kenma doesn’t really think his fans need to know that.)

-Kuroken do not talk about Kuroo’s mom or sister

-The Kozumes love “Tetsu-chan” and Kuroo’s grandparents adore Kenma. Kuroken get along with each other’s families better than they do their own.

-Kuroo is tactile. He’s that ass-slapping friend. Kenma thinks he’s ridiculous

-Kuroo used to be dislike Hinata, because Kenma and Hinata are extremely good friends and Kuroo was afraid Hinata would take Kenma away from him. Kenma has assured him he doesn’t like Hinata like that but Kuroo doesn’t warm up until Hinata starts dating Kageyama

BOKUAKA

-Akaashi is 100% in charge of the house and the financials and his word is law. Not because he’s an asshole but because Bokuto is whipped

-Akaashi is a screamer. Bokuto has a big dick.

-Bokuto is the calmest between him and his sisters. His sisters have formed an Akaashi fanclub

-Bokuaka kiss a lot during sex

-Bokuto fucking loves owls

-Akaashi used to be embarrassed over being a manga editor but Bokuto thinks it’s the coolest job ever, “even better than mine!” When his authors need references, Akaashi sends them pictures of Bokuto. Bokuto takes this responsibility very seriously

-Bokuaka exclusively refer to each other by first name but Akaashi can’t break the habit of using -san

-Akaashi and Kenma are very good friends. Bokuto thinks they might even be better bros than him and Kuroo. (Kenma is one of the few people Akaashi calls by first name, and one of the only people who calls Akaashi by his.)

-Akaashi overthinks as a result of anxiety, but he doesn’t think he has anxiety. He prefers to call it “seeing the issue from all sides”

-Akaashi and Bokuto do yoga together. Bokuto behaves himself surprisingly well around Akaashi in yoga pants

-Akaashi decided to attend Fukurodani after watching Bokuto play and literally for no other reason

-Bokuaka are the embodiment of love at first sight and their relationship has an unreal, almost storybook quality to it because they are literally perfect for each other. Because of this, Bokuto doesn’t understand why other people struggle so much to start and maintain a relationship, no matter how many times Kuroo tells him “just because your relationship is straight out of a movie doesn’t mean the rest of the world works like that”

-Bokuaka have a koi pond in their backyard and have named all the fish. Bokuto always asks about them when he’s away for games

IWAOI

-Iwaizumi cooks and cleans because he’s always been the one taking care of Oikawa, but he refuses to fold the laundry because “I’m not doing everything for you, you fucking freeloader”

-Iwaizumi cooks healthy “old man food.” Oikawa’s sweet tooth suffers

-Oikawa is that guy who puts more cream and sugar and other additives in his coffee than actual coffee. He’s tried all of Starbucks’ seasonal drinks and never gets the same thing twice

-Iwaoi have very heated arguments about if Godzilla can kick King Kong’s ass or not. Iwaizumi of course sides with Godzilla

-Iwaoi once fought about the original purpose of Stonehenge and now no one can mention England without it coming back up

-Oikawa only became comfortable with his glasses because Iwaizumi likes them

-Iwaoi have been friends since they were in diapers. The whole volleyball team took bets on when they’d announce their relationship

-Both the Oikawas and the Iwaizumis respond when either boy calls for mom or dad. Oikawa calls his sister Nee-chan while Iwaizumi says Oneesan

-Iwaizumi’s favorite of Oikawa’s features is his legs. Oikawa is in love with Iwa’s arms

-Neither of them can remember when they started liking each other or how their relationship started

-Iwaoi are shockingly codependent and do NOT do separation (during university in Argentina/California or for away games) well

-Deep down Oikawa is extremely insecure and worries he isn’t enough - in volleyball, in school, in his family, in his relationship. Iwaizumi always knows when he’s putting on a front and how to cheer him back up

-Iwaizumi is secretly so soft and weak for Oikawa

-After the Olympics Iwaizumi moves to Argentina to be with Oikawa and they get married. They move back to Japan after Oikawa retires from volleyball and after gay marriage becomes legal there

-Oikawa keeps various plants around the house and the patio and is extremely proud of them. He paints all their pots and even names some of them (which Iwaizumi thinks is disgustingly cute). His most prized plant is a lucky bamboo he bought on a whim when iwaoi first moved in together.

-Oikawa can’t deepthroat. It makes him so jealous that Iwaizumi can

-Iwaizumi blushes whenever Oikawa gives him a genuine compliment

-Iwaizumi has a praise kink. Oikawa has a “whatever comes out of Iwa’s mouth” kink

-Iwaizumi has dom tendencies.

[enbyeddiediaz]

I really do think eddie is the more tactile of the both of them he just doesn't know how to ask for it. like. he's never really been allowed to ask for physical affection growing up and then he was in the army for years so, dudes gotta be touch starved as fuck. and we see the way he is with Chris, he's not afraid to hug his son, kiss his forehead, let Chris know he's loved so much, but with the rest of them it's really only in emotionally significant moments that he allows himself to touch. he's one repressed guy. I think when he and buck get together buck slowly teaches him that wanting to touch is perfectly fine, it's good, it's encouraged. and then after the initial "you're allowed to touch me, eddie" it's like the flood gates have opened and he's touching buck all. the. time. he tries to keep it to a minimum at work, maybe just holding hands or an arm across his shoulders, but at home he's always got buck wrapped up in his arms, or buck wraps him in his arms, or they're on the couch and eddie just plops himself in buck's lap and moves bucks arms around himself. and then it bleeds into other people, he pats chimney on the shoulder more, hugs hen every now and then, same with bobby. let's himself hug his abuela and pepa more often. but he's still the most tactile with Chris and buck. they cuddle on the couch during movie nights or when one of them has a nightmare, eddie kisses both their foreheads every time he leaves the house even if it's just to take out the trash, he hugs buck from behind in the mornings while buck makes coffee. just. clingy eddie

[timdrake-yumm]

One-shot ficlet— Longing

It was one of Those Days. Tim didn’t know why some days he couldn’t stand to be around anyone at all, getting snappy when his space was invaded or anyone so much as spoke in his vicinity because of the overwhelming sense of too much, and then he’d have days like this one. Days where all he craved was another human being. Where it was the silence that was too loud, and his skin crawled with the need to be touched; touched in a way that said he was precious and wanted, that he was loved.

He never knew what to do on days like these. On days of Too Much, the easiest solution was to flee to the Nest and put it on Lockdown: Protocol Me Time. His family knew not to disturb him on those days, and for the most part he was in the clear. On days of Longing, Tim had never figured out what it was he needed to do to stop feeling so off-kilter. He would go to a room that was frequently occupied by his family (living room, dining room, movie room, batcave) and sort of just… linger, and hope that someone got the hint that he wanted to be noticed. They never did.

Tim didn’t blame them, of course. He was pretty sure they thought he only had one kind of Off Day, and that was the Too Much days. Those days his distress was obvious, and Tim had read Bruce’s file depicting his theory on why Tim had those days (he theorized it mostly stemmed from parental neglect along with his anxiety. Tim wasn’t sure he was entirely accurate, but he didn’t have a better explanation- maybe he should see a therapist or something). So his Too Much days were obvious and his Longing days weren’t, so it made sense that his family had come to the conclusion that he was just a solitary person. They probably thought that if they did any more interaction than they normally did, then they’d accidentally trigger one of his Too Much days.

Tim just- he just wishes that he understood so he could figure out how to tell them without telling them. Or maybe if he got the words figured out, he’d be able to explain what he meant without twisting everything up into a confusing mess, so that they’d know what to look for when he was having a Longing day. That way he wouldn’t have to say it, ask for it.

He knew it wasn’t fair to expect them to just know when he was having a day like this one, especially since they had no reason to suspect they even existed. Especially since he wouldn’t be able to tell if it were someone else feeling the way that he was (he could solve the hardest mysteries, but it was common-knowledge of human expression that stumped him. Tim hated it). But he couldn’t help it. He saw all the tactile interactions his family had with one another and he wanted.

He wanted to swing dance in the kitchen to a cheesy song with Dick and Cass. He wanted Jason to ruffle his hair and pull him into his secure side-hugs that always felt like safety. He wanted Steph to braid strands of his hair while Babs painted his nails as they watched some detective show together and tried to come up with better plot twists and endings. He wanted Duke to use his lap as a pillow so he could take a nap while Tim worked on a case or WE work. He wanted the purring of Alfred the Cat to resonate from his legs while he attempted to eat his lunch with his non-dominant hand because Damian was using his other as a canvas. He wanted Alfred to put a comforting hand on his shoulder and give him a smile that meant that everything was going to be okay. He wanted Bruce to greet him with a hug every time they saw each other, even if the absence hadn’t been long.

He wanted Dick to look up from where he and Jason were sitting and preparing to watch a movie together on the couch and invite Tim to sit between them. He wanted Damian to scowl and sit in his lap while he pretended he didn’t also want the physical affection. He wanted fingers gently run through this hair and forehead-kisses while he pretended he wasn’t falling asleep by the end of the movie. He wanted them to notice his longing.

“Hey Timmy! You’re just in time for family movie night! Come on, Alfred made popcorn and hot chocolate! It looks like the armchair is still open if you want to grab it before Damian comes in and claims it for himself.”

“Thanks Dick.”

He couldn’t remember anything about the movie, only that the armchair felt like a million miles away from his family, and it was like he was all alone again while they were only an arm’s length away.

[animeomegas]

What do you think about iruka’s alpha coming into the picture after he’s adopted naruto already?

@queenondeezmatatas : Omg monarch I was just thinking, let’s say that iruka adopted naruto when naruto was around 3 or 4, and then when his alpha comes around when naruto is around 12 like in the anime, and they start getting together etc. I can imagine iruka getting worried about letting this person into his family and everything that comes with that, so when naruto expresses his approval of this alpha that iruka really likes he’s just like🥺🥺 and imagine some time later, the first time naruto calls you his parent as well🥺🥺ugh I’m soft🥰🥰🥰

(Hmm, well let’s say Naruto was adopted when he was 8, because that’s when Iruka would have turned 18 and been able to adopt him legally, and now he’s just turned 12, but yes, this is a very interesting idea! Iruka absolutely gets worried about everything to do with this and it's so cute! Let’s see!)

The main difference is that Iruka is a lot more cautious when dating or courting any alphas if he already has custody of Naruto because he knows how the general population feel about him. No one is meeting Naruto for months at least, they aren’t allowed anywhere near Iruka’s house, and Iruka will put up with no disparaging remarks about Naruto, none at all.

But let’s say that everything has been going amazingly between Iruka and a new alpha. This alpha is perfect for Iruka is every way, and, from their discussions at least, they seem to have no problem with Naruto.

But Iruka is still terrified of introducing them. Because it’s one thing to not say anything bad about Naruto to Iruka's face and it’s another thing to help raise him. Iruka is so in love, and he doesn’t want to lose this alpha… But he will if they can’t handle Naruto. Naruto is his first priority, always.

Much sooner than he’d like, the fateful meeting day is upon him.

He’s inviting his alpha over to his house for dinner for the first time (to eat takeaway Ichiraku ramen because Iruka’s cooking sadly leaves much to be desired), and Naruto is joining you both after he’s finished his D ranks for the day.

…

You watch as Iruka nervously plates up the takeaway ramen into fancier dishes and tries to set the table for three. He’s already dropped the cutlery multiple times and smashed a glass in the sink.

“Iruka, here,” you say, taking the next batch of cutlery out of his hands and moving to carefully start setting the table. “Don’t be nervous, everything will be fine.”

Iruka gives you a shaky breath and a smile.

“I know, I’m just…”

“Nervous?”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “That. It’s just that Naruto wasn’t happy when I told him I was courting someone, and I don’t want him to be upset or feel replaced or anything. He hasn’t said it in a long time, but I know he’s often worried that one day I’ll get tired of him and abandon him.”

You finish setting the table before you step forward and pull Iruka into an embrace.

“He sounds like a good kid,” you say firmly, rubbing your thumbs on Iruka’s hips. “And I’m sure we’ll get along just fine. And don’t think I haven’t noticed how nervous you are about how I’ll react to Naruto, too.”

Iruka jumps, blushing somewhat at being called out so directly, but before he can defend himself you hold up a hand to stop him.

“I don’t blame you for being nervous, ‘Ruka, I think it’s admirable, and not to mention sexy, how protective you are” you reassure and Iruka hits you lightly on the arm for the sexy comment. “I’m just trying to let you know that you have nothing to worry about, I’m not so closed minded as to blame a child for events that happened when he was a baby.”

“I know, I know, I’m just…”

“Nervous?”

“Shut up.”

…

Dinner had gone better than expected. Iruka’s idea of distracting Naruto with ramen had worked like a charm at lowering his defences and allowing for Iruka’s son and the person who he hoped would one day be his mate to start bonding.

Things weren’t perfect, Iruka could tell that Naruto was nervous about being replaced by this new person, and he’d never been the best at sharing Iruka’s attention (it had made the teaching Naruto’s class at the academy something of a challenge at times.)

But Iruka was now sure of his choice in alpha. They truly were perfect!

They had spoken to Naruto with only the kindest and most patient of voices, they had understood his boundaries and never pushed them, they didn’t hold the Kyuubi against him, and they appeared to be both dedicated to helping raise Naruto and also respectful of Iruka’s final say as Naruto’s father. They had taken every one of his concerns about them and obliterated them from his mind.

Iruka felt giddy.

He just had to make sure Naruto was feeling okay after everything this evening. He had been pretty enthusiastic in the middle, eager to have the attention and affection from someone new, but when he’d walked in on Iruka and his soon-to-be alpha kissing goodbye in the doorway, some of the enthusiasm and left him and Iruka couldn’t figure out what was going on in his head.

…

“Hey, you ready for bed?” Iruka asks softly, stepping into Naruto’s bright orange room without so much of a wince (practice after many years.)

“Mhmm,” Naruto hums affirmatively. He’s laying on his bed in his pyjamas, half-heartedly packing up his weaponry ready for training tomorrow.

“I know that must have been a lot,” Iruka tries to bring up this evening carefully as he perches on the bed next to Naruto. “How are you feeling?”

Naruto shrugs but Iruka can see that he has something to say.

“What is it, Naruto? You can tell me, this is your home too, you always have a say,” Iruka says, hoping beyond hope that Naruto hasn’t decided he hates Iruka’s partner.

“Will you get mated?”

“I-“ Iruka hesitates but tries to answer honestly. “Probably, if you’re okay with it and everything goes well.”

Naruto considers that answer for a moment before continuing.

“And then you’ll have pups, right? That’s what people do when they get mated, Sakura-chan said so.”

“It’s what some people do,” Iruka gently corrects. “And… I’m not sure yet, maybe, maybe not. Is that something you would want? A sibling?”

“They’d be my sibling?” Naruto asks, surprised. “But I’m…”

“You’re my pup, Naruto, that’s what you are,” Iruka says firmly and with no room for argument. He pulls Naruto in for a hug and Naruto immediately accepts the affection. He had always been a tactile person, and hugs were a good method for calming him down. “Any other children I may or may not have will be equally as important as you, and I will love them just as much as I love you, no more and no less.”

“Do you promise?” Naruto asks, voice muffled by Iruka’s shoulder. Naruto grips the back of Iruka’s shirt tightly in an effort to elongate the embrace.

“I promise,” Iruka says fiercely.

Iruka holds to embrace, wanting to let Naruto decide when to break it. And he doesn’t for several minutes, so Iruka just rocks him slightly, stroking his hair and placing kisses on the top of his head. Naruto’s insecurities are not unexpected, but they still break Iruka’s heart every time he’s confronted with them.

“Okay,” Naruto says eventually, pulling away from the hug a little. “Then I approve.”

“What?”

“I approve,” Naruto says again, firmly and with a determined glint in his eyes. “They’re nice and they like ramen and they… they make you smile and I’m going to be going on long and dangerous missions soon to protect princesses, so I won’t be able to make you smile all the time. They can do it for me.”

“Oh, Naruto,” Iruka can’t stop his eyes filling up with tears as he pulls Naruto back in for another embrace. His pup was so selfless and caring, how did he get so lucky?

“It’s okay, dad, don’t cry,” Naruto rushes to reassure, but apparently it’s the wrong thing to say because the second Iruka hears Naruto say ‘dad’, the tears double.

“I love you so much, Naruto,” Iruka says tearfully. “More than anything else in this world, you know that?”

Naruto laughs tearfully.

“Me too, dad, I love you more than anything.”

[praxeus-13]

I had an idea for a dhawan!master x reader. I apologize in advanced but this request is really tailored to my experiences with mental illness(if any part of this ask makes you uncomfortable just please ignore this ask). If you have any questions please send me a dm

The idea is that the reader is autistic and has trouble masking it. They try to come across as normal but there are things such as poor comunication skills, the lack of ability to get sarcasm, hyper fixation, sensitivive senses(mine are tactile and sound), and intense emotional respose. The Master acts like he the reader weak and sometimes the reader doesn’t even know why he keeps them around. The reader does their best to impress him and eventually pushes themselves too far and has a melt down and The Master manages to calm them down

Misunderstandings

Pairing: Dh!Master x Autistic!Reader

Word Count: 2400

Summary: (see above)

Warnings: Autistic meltdown

For: @phoenixofthevalley

A/N: Thanks so much for this request, sorry it took a while I got a tad carried away 😅 Hope you like it ☺️ Also, requests are still open for everyone 😄

Since you started travelling with The Master, you had been trying your hardest to mask your autistic traits. He already saw humans as weak and inferior beings, knowing that he could easily kill anyone of them, including you. So you hadn’t wanted to give him any reason to kill you, or abandon you.

However, you had always found masking difficult, and in the past it had definitely been a cause of lost friendships. You were determined for this time to be different - especially since you had started developing feelings for the amazing alien you travelled with.

The Master seemed almost ethereal to you, you loved the way he could stride around with such confidence - never knowing if he would burn a planet or simply enjoy its existence. You knew that if he didn’t have constant reminders of why he should keep you around, he would probably just forget about you, or get rid of you. This, of course, had lead you to pushing yourself on almost every adventure the two of you went on, striving to be the best companion he could think of. Maybe you pushed yourself a little too far sometimes, but whenever The Master made a snide comment about how weak humans were it only motivated you to try harder.

You hated that he saw you as weak, as it was how an awful lot of people had viewed you throughout your entire life, and you had truly hoped that the alien man from a faraway planet wouldn’t be the same as them. Still, you were determined to change his mind, which is how you had ended up in your current situation.

Yet again, the two of you had landed on a planet that The Master had been planning to take over (at least until he got bored and burnt it to the ground). However, unlike most of the other times the two of you had done this, the people of this planet fought back with a fury that neither of you were entirely prepared for.

Both of you had been backed into a small building, surrounded on all sides by an angry hoard of the planet’s inhabitants. There was banging, shooting and yelling coming from all directions, the noises almost overwhelming your body. Somehow you managed to resist the urge to plug your fingers into ears and carried on following The Master around as you secured the building from the mob.

One particularly loud bang from outside the doors cause you to flinch back violently, though you didn’t think The Master took any notice. As you followed his instructions, you tried to ignore the growing sense of unease and the tell-tale signs of an incoming meltdown. If you were back on Earth this was normally about the time when you would get out of the situation, find somewhere quiet to ride it out, but even if you wanted to do that you couldn’t.

The noises outside were getting louder, or maybe you were simply becoming more affected by them, either way the commands The Master was giving you were becoming less and less clear as you struggled to focus on your immediate surroundings. The room the two of you were in was dark (no windows) and cramped full of work tables and tools for making who-knows-what. As you passed one of the tables your hand brushed with a piece of sandpaper, and you couldn’t stop the near-pitiful whine that left your mouth while you cradled your hand and tried to forget the awful texture.

At this point you weren’t even focused on whether The Master could tell that you were spiralling or not, you just wanted out of the building, away from the bad noises and textures to somewhere safe and quiet. Eyes flicking rapidly around the room, you desperately searched for somewhere to hide until the noises passed, unaware of how violently you were flapping you hands, or of the fact that your companion was watching you with concern.

He called your name and you heard, but it was just another noise at this point so you didn’t look towards him. When he purposefully placed himself in front of you, you did finally notice him.

“It’s okay, I’m going to get us out of here alive.” The Master’s words were finally registering, though with everything outside continuing they weren’t much help.

You tried to speak, tried to reply, but you couldn’t talk and the closest you could get was a concerned mumble. Of course, this only made you more distressed, and you wished you had brought some stim toys along with you in that moment.

“Okay, just sit down,” The Master told you in a gentle tone, and you immediately sat on the floor, back against one of the work benches.

“Try to focus on me rather than what’s going on outside, can you do that for me?” He asked as he sat down in front of you, moving to stay in your eye line whenever your gaze changed.

You nodded, glad to have something to focus your senses on, though simply looking at him was not enough. You started rocking rather intensely, not even realising what you were doing at first, and you finally covered your ears with your hands.

Honestly, you weren’t quite sure how long your meltdown lasted, but The Master stayed with you throughout it. He kept on speaking to you, telling you stories about adventures he had before he met you. You knew that he was usually rather eccentric in his story telling, though this time he told his story with minimal dramatic effects and a clam voice - something you deeply appreciated.

Once you had finally calmed down enough that you were actually able to focus on him without needing to stim at the same time he finished up the story.

“Are you feeling better now?”

You simply nodded in response, still unable to speak.

“Good, now we have two options: the first is that we both get out of this building and back to the TARDIS together - meaning that you will have to pass through the loud mob;” he shot you an apologetic look, before continuing “the second is I go to get the TARDIS and bring it back here to get you - though it means you’ll be alone for a while. Which option would you prefer?”

You considered the options for a few moments, before holding up two fingers to signify your choice of option two.

“Alright, I have headphones if they’ll help? They’re not noise proof but you could connect them to your phone and play music?” He held them out for you to take, and you gave him a small smile as you did so.

Once he was sure that you had connected them properly he ushered you under the workbench you were sat by and told you to wait there. Then he left, and while you definitely weren’t as worked up as you had been, you were starting to regret your decision of being left alone.

Still, you tried to focus on the music rather than the crowd outside. What actually managed to distract you, however, was worrying about what was going to happen now that you had had a meltdown in front of him.

He would truly see you as a weak and inferior human now, and you had no doubts that he would want to be rid of you. Part of you was hoping that he would simply drop you off on Earth, and though you knew that would hurt you definitely preferred it to being dropped on some random planet. Just as you were contemplating whether he would actually kill you, a worse thought occurred.

What if he just left you here?

What if the last time you had seen him was the last time you would ever see him?

Now you were panicking again, and started rocking back and forth to accompany your spiralling thoughts. You didn’t want to be left here, waiting for the angry mob to finally break into the building and kill you. You didn’t want that to have been the last time you were able to see that incredible man, you hadn’t even been able to say goodbye to him. With that realisation you started to cry, not bothering to wipe away the tears.

Closing your eyes and pressing your head into your knees, you continued to rock back and forth. Unfortunately, you had turned the music up loud enough that you couldn’t hear The Master’s TARDIS landing mere meters away from you, or the sounds of him getting out of the TARDIS and walking towards where he had left you.

“Y/n?”

You froze when you heard him, unsure of whether you were imagining his voice or not.

“I brought the TARDIS back, why don’t we go inside?”

This got you to look up at him, and you were both scared and relieved that he was actually there crouched down in front of you.

You nodded before shuffling out from under the workbench and following him nervously into the TARDIS. This was a place you had become fond of over your time travelling, and you never failed to feel safe once inside the ship. Unfortunately, that feeling of relief never came, as you were still too scared about the upcoming consequences.

The Master guided you to sit down on one of the sofas he kept in the console room, and as soon as you were sat down you curled into yourself again. The tears still hadn’t stopped, but you could barely find it in yourself to care. In the back of your mind you vaguely registered the sounds of the TARDIS taking off and landing again.

You were desperately trying to calm yourself enough to speak again, hoping to try and justify your meltdown and convince him to let you continue travelling with him. Though by the time he sat down next to you, you were still unable to talk.

“Sorry for leaving you alone, I didn’t think you would get stressed out this much.” The Master told you in a soft tone.

You looked up at him, still teary-eyed but suddenly confused. You had landed, hopefully on Earth, and he should be kicking you out right now.

But he wasn’t.

Instead he was sat with you, gently trying to calm you down, trying to help you through your meltdown. You didn’t understand, but you were very grateful. Eventually, after lots of stimming and comforting words later, your meltdown had stopped. You were exhausted, but finally able to speak again.

“Why are you being nice to me?” When you spoke your voice was hoarse from the crying and barely above a whisper.

“What do you mean?”

“You just saw what a weak and inferior human I am, just like the rest of them. You won’t want me around now, so you should be kicking me out of the TARDIS, but you’re not.” You were finding it difficult to keep back the tears again, yet somehow you were managing it.

The Master didn’t speak for a few seconds, and you were worried that he was only just realising what you said was true, and now he was for sure going to toss you out.

“Oh y/n. I didn’t - I didn’t-“ He stumbled over his words, looking at you with a guilt-ridden look. “When I said those things about humans I wasn’t including you with them! You’re not weak and inferior to me, you’re so much more than the rest of your pathetic species. Rassilon I didn’t even think that what I was saying would affect you like that.” The Master ran his fingers through his hair, looking as though he wished he could take back everything he had ever said to you about your species.

You were still very confused, looking up at him with worried eyes and not yet comprehending what he was saying.

“I’m not going to abandon you, not ever. You may be human, but you’re so much more than that to me, you always have been.” He reached one of his hands out, as though he wanted to touch you, but he was unsure.

Slowly, his words registered their meaning with you, and you reached out your hand the rest of the way to grab his. Normally you were pretty touch adverse, but you probably trusted The Master more than any other person in your life, so his touch wasn’t nearly as bad as other peoples’ tended to be. It also helped when he applied just the right amount of pressure for you to feel completely comfortable with the contact.

“You really mean that?” You asked him, still worried that he would change his mind.

“Of course, and you don’t need to worry about hiding any of your autistic traits from me. I really should have been paying more attention to you today, if it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have had a meltdown.”

For a few moments you stared at him in shock, “You know I’m autistic? But I never told you?”

At your question the guilty look returned to The Master’s face, “When you started travelling with me I noticed you were a bit more sensitive to certain things than the average human, so I did a bit of research. I figured you were probably autistic, but I thought that outright asking you might be rude so I just got the TARDIS to check for me. Bit weird, I know, but I was still getting used to you.”

“And you don’t mind?”

“No, why would I mind? It just means I have to look out for you a bit more than I would a neurotypical human, which is fine by me.” He gave you a charming smile and you felt your face heat up.

“So you’re definitely not going to throw me out then?”

“Definitely not.”

“Oh, okay… thank you.”

You gave him a small smile and in return he gave you a short kiss on your forehead, before tugging you off of the sofa (still holding your hand) and pulling you along to the library.

Later that day when the two of you were settled close together on a sofa, watching one of your favourite Earth movies, you realised both how stupid you had been and how lucky you were. The Master and you both cared deeply for each other, even if neither of you were ready to admit it yet, and you couldn’t be more pleased.