#he's my lil loser (affectionate)

[hwatermelon]

"is aegyo a joke to you?"

[dearestdo3]

going absolutely insane thinking of how much of a loser reg really is just by the way he decorate his room

[transgender-catboy]

Whore

[hazelfoureyes]

The Radio Demon Fucks a Human Sacrifice (deleted scene)

⟢Alastor x Reader - The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice (A Valentino Production)

Valentino has acquired a living, breathing human in hell. But at the begging of Angel, Alastor makes a deal in exchange for her soul.

Part 1 smut 💦 Part 2 smut 💦 Side Story Part 3 smut 💦 Part 4 smut💦 Epilogue sexual Deleted Scene smut 💦 📍

I simply couldn’t fit this in anywhere but it’s still a fun lil read so figured might as well share. Wrote back in like February 😅 you may see I cannabalized some lines from this as I never intended to post it

「Warnings/Promises: Alastor x Fem Reader short smutty scene , love making???, Alastor is oddly affectionate and loving, you got him so fucked up, cream pie, riding him like a coin operated airplane in front of the grocery store, so like slow but still super fun?, deleted scene so starts and ends abruptly, redemption is for losers, Alastor moans」

Minors, hey,

hey

💥🗞️DNI

“I’m hopeless.”

“About what?” You glanced at him, a small laugh coming.

When he didn’t reply, you looked back at him, lingering a little longer.

His smile softened, eyes seeming to dilate ever so slowly as he stared. Finally, “Redemption. What a silly little thing.”

You hummed in agreement, going back to your phone, “Right? Who needs heaven when I have everything I need here.”

Had you said it on purpose? So easily cut into him? Was this surgical precision or dumb luck?

He laughed , “You always seem to understand perfectly, my little doe. How do you do it?”

Your smile reached your eyes, “I was made to be your undoing, remember? It comes naturally, mon cher.”

He pulled the phone from your hands and set it on the blanket, mouth coming to the well of your ear, “Say it again”

A chill ran down your spine, fine hair standing on end as goosebumps ran down your arm. “Mon Cher,” the words barely left your mouth before he kissed you, swallowing them into himself. Why? How? A hunger still foreign to him, rising from his lap and igniting his chest.

You felt his hands trembling on your chin, "Are you okay Alastor?

He shook his head no. "I want all of you, my love."

A word you hadn't anticipated. Hadn’t planned for. Hadn’t even dreamed of.

"You have my eternal soul, pretty sure I also threw my body into the deal," He kissed along your jaw then down your neck, making you sigh and relax against his mouth, "What else is there?"

"I don't know. I dont know what I'm saying." He pulled you onto him, setting you on his lap with bent legs holding you steady. Bringing you down for a soft kiss on your lips, "Why does heaven get to decide what redemption looks like?"

He moved aside your sleep shorts, humming happily to find you wearing nothing underneath.

Alastor famously hated you on top. You learned intimately what inspired him to be in the mood, and you on top was decidedly not it. He pulled down his own pajama pants, and began to rub his sticky wet head against your heat.

"Alastor, you -- I thought you didn't like me on top?" You asked, trying to not discourage him.

"I have an odd appetite today, dear. Entertain me?" He began to push in, hands coming to your hips to bring you down onto him. You rested both hands onto his chest for balance, breath already quickening with the burn of him stretching you out first thing in the morning.

When he began to lift your hips and move you up and down his length, you could understand why this would still satiate him. He was still taking the lead, still the one in control.

But something unusual was happening, he was uncharacteristcally vocal. Normally, the only sounds during sex with him were your own pants, his breathing, and the sound of his body slapping into yours. A rare moan tumbled from his mouth, making you clench around him. You licked your lips, wanting another. His eyes were on your connection, watching himself sink into you and disappear entirely. His face was…indiscernable. Somewhere between entranced and desperate.

You took a chance, seeing he was in a different mood than ever before. Putting his hands in yours, you brought them off your hips and laced your fingers into his. As his hands met yours, you leaned into them and let him hold your weight as you rode him. As you tried to find a pace, you watched his eyes tighten close, another breathy moan forced out of him.

Oh, the things that sound did to you. Was this was how good he felt when he was fucking you? Was this that high he seemed to be chasing every time you eagerly let him pin you down?

Unpracticed and clumsy, your hips rolled over his cock. Soon you were letting your full body weight fall into his lap as you plunged him as deeply as you could. You leaned in for a kiss, your own motions making your mouths slide over each other as your lips tried to make contact in the right places. Failing, you left kisses on his chin, his cheek, just below his nose. Another moan, a sigh, then--- did you hear your name ghost over your mouth?

That was all you needed, you slowed and ground down on him, friction bringing you to the edge and tossing your body over it with a violent shudder.

As you stilled, trying to ride out your orgasm, Alastor bucked up into you. A little scream as your softened walls jumped at the contact. Another thrust up, until he was fucking you through the after effects of your orgasm, chasing his own. You wanted to say something, but you didn't want to push. This was already so out of the norm, you felt the moment was fragile.

He whinced, a series of moans threatening to make you cum all over again as he met his release. You could feel his cock jerking inside you, twitching as he flooded you with his seed. What a lovely feeling, warm and full. You wanted to roll off before you dripped down him, another thing you knew he was uncomfortable with. But when you tried to move his hands went back to your hips and pressed you down. His head pushing deep against the end of your cunt.

"Please, just-- stay like this for me." His voice was low and soft against your cheek, a loud crack of static peppering his voice.

You'd stay like this until the inevitable heat death of the universe if he asked. You'd never leave his cock if he so much as mentioned the idea.

[choslut]

ok ok what do you think cho’s biggest turn ons are? i feel like he’d be really into thighs. like hands on you at all times, thumbs tracing circles. and when he’s between your thighs, oh, he could die there happily. squeeze his head and he’a smiling up at you all love dopey while eating you out like his life depends on it. pull his hair a little too.

you funny little runt (affectionate) this is EXACTLY what my upcoming choso event fic is about

BUT YES I WANT TO EXPAND ON THIS choso is definitely a thighs kinda guy. he’s not too experienced in the whole penetrative sex thing (since he’s like a 150 y/o virgin in my head) so in between your thighs is his place to be !! i can imagine him starting off innocent and leaving shy lil kisses on em before slowly making it more heated… flipping onto his tummy and sliding his hands up your shirt as he starts to stroke your sides …

(nsfw utc, minors + ageless blogs dni please !!)

you start to notice him a little more when he starts nosing at your clit through your panties. his hands have your thighs in a death grip as he tries to ground himself, his nose taking in deep gulps of your scent as he starts to rut into the couch as pathetic little whines leave his lips. he’s such a massive loser, can’t even use his words and ask for what he wants and only looking up at you with those tired eyes of his, practically begging for your approval.

and when you slip your hands through his dark locks and pull him closer, choso is a GONER. he’s desperately pushing the seat of your panties aside, tongue flicking at your clit as his nails dig into the soft flesh of your thighs. you’re moaning and groaning and gasping for air but he doesn’t let up, instead looking up at you again with his lips buried in your lower ones.

choso can be very selfish, too, even though he doesn’t let it on. you’ll be begging him to stop for a little and just give you a breather, but with the way your poor cunny is responding, he thinks you still want him and continues to eat you out with the dopiest smile on his face. he might even introduce some fingers too, but his tongue is doing most of the action, and he’s actually encouraging you to use his face to get off.

so, even though you’re nigh overstimulated, you tug on his hair, pulling him further into your cunt as you grind out yet another orgasm. choso is elated, groaning into your cunt before cumming in his pants like a fucking degenerate, staining his joggers and making the bed all messy with his cum before finally (and reluctantly) pulling away from in between your legs.

choso 100% believes that his place is in between your legs, pleasuring you and doing nothing else.

a/n : THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK BABIEEE I CRAVE INTERACTION (that isn’t hateful anons) please please please look out for when i post my choso fic though, it’s basically about this except he also talks to your pussy (that’s right, talks TO it. he’s such a loser ohmygoddfddd)

[cannibalizedlove]

jus stumbled on ur acc and IM IN LOVE I jus read the stalker!donnie fic and was wondering if there's a scenario where reader actually knew the entire time and is equally obsessed (basically self inserting LOL). but anyway idk if u write smut so maybe reader teases him abt it when they're having a lil makeout sesh in the couch and readers all like "its kinda hot" and says some crazy shit that makes donnie. whos as deep in the pool of obsession as you gets hellaaaa flustered EEEK I'm going crazy I fucking love donnie

Thank you for the request!! I think this is such a good idea, mutual obsession is just.. chef kiss. I hope you enjoy <3

The feelings mutual.

Information and warnings — smut!*, part twoish of “watching you”, male reader, donnie and reader being horny messes, donnie’s first time so you ruin him :((, reader being a kinky freak which is perfect for him, heavy corruption kink, donnie being a loser bottom bitch (affectionate). this is so long, i apologize ahh, i just love him so much.

You had been going with Donnie for about three months now, and you were infatuated with everything about him.

You loved hearing him talk about whatever new conspiracy theory he bought into, and you were always there to help him during his hallucinations.

Donnie was completely and utterly obsessed with you, he did everything for you. Even though you were perfectly capable of doing your homework, Donnie would always snatch it from your backpack and do it for you, he never let you lift a finger. It was crystal clear that you had him whipped.

Before the two of you got together, Donnie was just as obsessed with you. The huge perv was constantly watching you through your windows, following you home, and of course, stealing your underwear. What Donnie didn’t know is that you were completely aware of his stalking, and how you were completely turned on by it.

The two of you were sitting on his couch in the living room, his parents and siblings were out to dinner while Donnie was supposed to be at his therapy session with Dr. Thurman, but skipping it one time wouldn’t hurt, right? Seeing how you were like his medication, except you actually worked and didn’t just make him drowsy.

The two of you were watching a corny horror movie, you had already connected the dots and figured out who the killer was, though, it didn’t matter anyways because neither of you were paying attention. You were leaned against his warm body while Donnie was squeezing and touching every inch of you that he could grab.

You let out quiet moans as he began to kiss behind your ears and onto your collar bone, reaching up and softly running your hands through his short hair. The two of you had never gone farther than this before, and it was slowly killing Donnie.

He needed you more than he needed air, you were the most angelic thing he had ever seen, he wanted nothing more than to ruin your pure image.

“Donnie, I know a lot about you.” You softly spoke, your words interrupted by little moans and laughs when his lips would tickle your neck.

“Yeah? Like what, angel?” Donnie smiled against your skin, drawing invisible circles on your exposed skin.

“I know that you have extensive knowledge on time travel.. and that your favorite cartoon is The Smurfs..” You chuckled at the last part, earning a playful eye roll from the boy and a gentle push; “..and I also know that you like to steal my underwear.” You finished your sentence by grabbing his jaw.

Donnie instantly froze and his heart sank into his stomach. His eyes were wide and he swallowed thickly before coming up with a lie on the spot.

“I don’t know what you mean, I wouldn’t do that.. That’s a total invasion of your privacy!” He began to breathe heavily, he felt like an animal caught in a cage with no way out.

“Oh, and you would never invade my privacy, right? You would never follow me home.. or sit by my window and watch me?” You had moved positions from laying on him to now straddling him sitting on his lap. You drew out your words softly into his ear, feeling him shake from anxiety.

Donnie knew he couldn’t lie his way out of this, he knew he was caught, and he was terrified. Was this the end? Were you completely disgusted with him and you were just stringing him along to hurt him? He couldn’t believe that, you were too sweet, too perfect, he didn’t want to lose you over his uncontrolled attraction to you.

“Do you.. hate me.. for it?” Donnie looked up at you with glossy eyes, trying to swallow his fear but failing miserably.

You couldn’t keep playing with him like this, you didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but you couldn’t help but find him attractive with his quivering voice and worried eyes.

“Oh, Donnie.. I could never hate you.” You lifted his chin to hold eye contact with him, and ran your free hand through his hair. “If anything,” You paused, letting his jaw go, and leaning forward, leaving your lips just an inch away from his.

“It’s kinda hot.” You finished your sentence, pushing your lips into his with a hard kiss, leaving Donnie completely surprised.

He couldn’t believe it, he was afraid of you being horrified of him, yet here you were making out with him because of it. Donnie knew he wouldn’t be able to hide the tent that was growing in his pants.

The kisses were only broken by the loud moans that left both of your mouths, the two of you couldn’t get enough of each other. You began to grind down on his crotch, pulling on his hair. Donnie bit down on your lip, resulting in a sharp moan from you. He latched onto your neck, attacking it with bites and wet kisses. You were in complete bliss, the only things you could think about were Donnie’s teeth pulling on your skin and his hand creeping up to your throat.

Donnie pulled away, placing his hand on your throat harshly. Both of your lips were swollen, and Donnie’s face was completely flushed, he smiled as he watched you pant like a dog, and he began to palm you through your jeans that had become 2 sizes to small, enjoying every moan that you cried out.

You looked incredible like this, he thought, your eyelashes wet from the tears that welled up from Donnie’s painful bites, your hair completely unruly, falling perfectly infront of your face, every bit of your sight was driving him crazy. It honestly amazed him how he was able to keep himself from ripping every bit of fabric off of you and making you cry, but Donnie didn’t wanna scare you off; so he kept his composure, at least this time he would.

You began to roll your hips into his hand that had a tight grip on your painfully hard bulge, moaning loudly into his open mouth, holding onto his wrist of the hand that was on your throat, causing him to squeeze ever so slightly harder. You felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough, you needed to feel him.

“Please.. Donnie.” You said breathlessly with your eyes screwed shut. Donnie didn’t know if this was real or a hallucination, he had thought about this moment every time he masturbated with your stolen underwear, but now that it was actually happening, he felt wildly intimidated.

“I’ve never.. I’ve never done this before.” Donnie halted his movements, hanging his head low in embarrassment, worrying that the fact he was still a virgin would turn you off; only to find out that it made you want him ten times more, if that was even possible.

“That’s okay.. I can teach you, I promise.” You grabbed his chin, lifting it back up to your gaze, watching his already red face turn brighter.

Donnie nodded wildly, biting the inside of his cheek as he watched you stand up in front of him, taking your jeans off. He swore that if you looked hard enough, you could see a pool of drool forming at the corner of his mouth. When you had finally gotten your jeans off, which felt like years to the poor horny mess, you sat back down on his lap, kissing his forehead gently.

You gestured to Donnie to lift his arms up, and he instantly followed the command, lifting his arms up and swallowing thickly as you took his shirt off. Your lips ghosted over his as you ran your hands down his chest, taking note of how he bucked his hips subconsciously when you ran a finger over his nipple.

“We can start off simple, is that okay?” You smiled sweetly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, watching his every movement to make sure you didn’t cause him any discomfort. “Yeah.. yeah that’s okay.” Donnie said, completely out of breath, his hard on becoming increasingly more painful.

You brought his hand down to your bulge once again, giving him a soft kiss as he circled your tip through your boxers. “You can take them off — please, take them off.” That simple command was all it took for him to completely rip off your plaid boxers, exposing your dripping cock to the cold air of the boys house. Donnie gripped you instantly, running his thumb over your slit with a half swallowed moan escaping his mouth.

“Fuck, Donnie..” Your face was buried in the nape of his neck, kissing it every once in a while to try and stifle your increasingly louder groans. Donnie had his free hand on the back of your head, holding you close to the sweet spot behind his ear you kept attacking. “You’re so fucking pretty..” He cried while continuing to work your length, he could feel his own pre completely soaking through his underwear. You began to roll your hips once again, feeling like you were on cloud nine, but just before you could come undone in his hand, he pulled away, holding your waist tightly.

“Can I.. you know…” Donnie whined, despite the fact that he had the nerve to stalk you, and break into your home, he couldn’t bring himself to utter the words ‘fuck you’, it was pathetically adorable.

You chuckled and nodded your head, kissing his cheek before sitting on your knees and helping Donnie remove his jeans. Something about you doing everything for him, and teaching him how to fuck you was deliciously exciting to him. He loved the idea of him being completely tainted by you, even if he had originally dreamed of the roles being reversed. With his jeans now removed, you kissed him one final time before curling a finger in his waistband, pulling his boxers down to his ankles.

Donnie looked away bashfully, his length twitching quickly, leaking pre like a hose. You bit your lip, taking a mental photo for use later. You hovered over him, holding his hard cock tightly as you lined it up with your hole.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, kissing the top of his head, making sure that he was ready to be taken like this. Donnie whined out in frustration, he was never good with patience and it was on full display here. You laughed at his needy response, and slowly began to sink down onto his dripping length. Donnie instantly threw his head back, grabbing your waist and digging his short nails into your skin. Your mouth hung open, sinful noises filled the room from the both of you as you bottomed out onto him.

Donnie’s eyes began to water from the sheer pleasure, and he held you like his life depended on it. It took you a second to adjust to his size, but you started slowly moving up and down, making Donnie completely loose it. His quiet demeanor was totally lost at this point, nothing but whines, cried out moans, and loud “fucks”, and “please’s” left his mouth. Nothing filled his mind except the feeling of you wrapped around him, and your pretty facial expressions. The poor boy was totally overwhelmed, fat tears began to fall from his eyes as he got closer to his climax.

The sight was enough to push you over the edge, he looked completely wrecked, and it was a gorgeous sight. You pushed yourself forward, latching onto his lips and grabbing his face tightly, his tears transferring onto your cheeks as you kissed. You became undone onto both of your chests, thick ropes covering Donnie’s frail body. Donnie broke the kiss with a loud cry, hitting his climax and losing himself inside of you. He held you tightly to his body as he pumped you full.

After a few moments of silence, that let both of you gain your composure, you let out a breathy laugh, kissing your fucked out boyfriend all over his face. You watched as his chest heaved up and down as he blinked tightly, trying to regain all of his senses. Donnie kissed your lips softly, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle hug.

“Hey.. how did you know all that stuff? Have you like.. done this before?” Donnie said, a thick sense of jealousy flowing through every word.

“No, I just watch a lot of porn.” You chuckled, a devilish smile running across your face.

Donnie let out a breathless moan as he flipped you onto your back, just the idea making him ready for a round two.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

genya is sanegiyuu’s secret love child ><!! (personality-wise)

- anger issues !! (s.s)

- wanting to be self-reliant/independent (g.t.+s.s.)

- prefers to be alone (g.t.)

- intentionally hostile toward people who try to talk to him (s.s.)

- hates tanjiro (at first)!!!! (s.s.)

- secretly just a quiet little baby in need love love (g.t. but also s.s. for the last part <3)

- kind of reckless in battle in terms of when it comes to self preservation (s.s.)

- wth is his evil laughter for (s.s.)

- ewwww emotions :(( (g.t.)

- ^ fuck it, let’s pretend everyone gets on my nerves (s.s.)

- a little shy actually (g.t.)

- romance what who what is that -> in other words, he closes his eyes when people kiss (s.s. ish)

- his cute lil smile like c: (g.t.)

- tanjiro charmed him & now he can’t let go (g.t.)

- protect the babies no matter what (s.s.)

- has to be strong has to be at the top so he can protect. (s.s.)

- when in doubt, hide (g.t.)

- stop being so loud :( (g.t.)

- *shouts* *is loud* (s.s.)

- haha petty fights (s.s.)

- crying’s weak don’t do that (s.s)

- ^ *essentially is a crybaby* (g.t.)

- traintraintraintrain overexertoverexertoverexert (s.s.+g.t.)

- very determined [pathetically so] (g.t.)

- will!!! not!!! give!!! up!!!! must!!! be!!! with!!! aniki!!! (s.s. except he js wants to protect)

- anxiety baby :( (g.t.)

- will swear at you & make fun of you (s.s.)

- probably gets attached to you quickly after tho (g.t.)

- he needs a hug (g.t.+s.s.)

- he’s like the type to work very hard to do something and get half way through and then realize how hopeless it is (g.t.)

- does NOT accept affection (s.s.+g.t.)

- ^ but actually really wants it (yk the drill)

- i think he likes to sit on the porch or by the window on a rainy day and drink tea (g.t.)

- loser [affectionately] (g.t.)

- ends up being the one treated like the child even tho he wanted to be the parent to protect (s.s.+g.t. bc i said so)

- stubborn i must add (s.s.+g.t.)

- doesn’t believe in nice people anymore (s.s.)

- ^ has to admit tanjiro might be real (g.t.)

- he’s reasonable until it comes to his family (s.s.)

- even if he can see that he should probably stop, that nothing will come of it, he’s going to keep trying (s.s.+t.k. wait what are you doing here tanjiro)

[bugs1nmybrain]

Kisses with Shigaraki Imagines *mwah*

Warnings: NSFW, Minors Don't Interact (18+), fluff, Shigaraki is a weirdo

You may or may not have been his first kiss

He was honestly nervous as fuck when you started to lean in because he's like "Uhh my lips are mad chapped n my breath stinks." But regardless he wants to kiss you and lets it happen

He's not exceptionally good at first but he's definitely generous. A lot of movement in his mouth and likes to slip his tongue across your lips. Sometimes it feels like he's sucking your face.

He pops a hard af boner for your first kiss

If you two sleep together he'll steal kisses from you before and after you sleep

His lips are definitely dry and chapped, and even some permanent cracks. Sometimes they're sore. But his lips are actually decently supple and soft despite that.

He will kiss you in front of people. Especially around league members and other business partnerships. He's proud of you and likes showing you off.

His thought process behind that is, "haha these losers get to see my clingy and horny girlfriend attached to my hip. Hope they're jealous."

Addicted to kissing you somedays especially if you're chilling in his room all day

Will just trap you in his arms and demand kisses

Those kisses can easily reach your neck

He bites

Very sloppy kisser

Make-out sessions are HEATED. They're very hungry and possessive. Somewhat desperate. His hands will end up on you but don't worry he usually wears his special lil gloves around you.

Gropes you when you kiss if he's feeling affectionate. Your boobs are not safe.

He has, and I quote, said "Mwah-hah-hah" before attacking you in smooches

Kiss his rough forehead and cheeks, he'll actually melt

If you initiate the kisses he'll get a huge grin on his face. He loves feeling desired.

Give him some Altoids.

[furuyalover]

Hello welcome back! I'd like to request relationship headcannons with kuro,oikawa and sugawara (separately) with a male reader who's more quiet and reserved that some people think is mean looking but in reality is just a softy that loves cute things. For the song I'd like to request super shy by new jeans.

super shy ! | mars & her music event

“wait a minute i make you mine, make you mine”

— ft. kuroo tetsurou & oikawa tooru x male!reader

AN: ahh ty for ur request!! this was rlly fun & something new for me since i dont listen to kpop that often :)) hope u enjoy! also im trying this new-ish format out so lmk if u prefer this or my usual longer, drabble styled format :D

kuroo tetsurou

the dynamic between you & kuroo is one that i feel like is awfully similar to kuroo & tsukishima! a semi-obnoxious goofball and a quiet, mean looking guy, who is secretly a lover boy.

“you're on my mind all the time”

needless to say people were very surprised to find out you were dating kuroo

“kuroo’s dating him? i never would’ve thought of pairing, he doesn’t seem like he likes people, even more so relationship sort of guy you know?”

the comments your peers made were bothersome at first but you and kuroo both ignored them

all that really mattered was how much you guys loved each other, so who cares what they think

but knowing kuroo, that won’t stop him from making a snarky comment to shut them up

“obviously im dating him hello? you’re all just jealous that he actually enjoys my company, and not that of a bunch of losers” kuroo was always convinced everyone was jealous that he got to be with you

regardless, you would also roll your eyes and half heartedly apologize for his comments

definitely a huuuuge physical touch and acts of service typa guy

this would always be perfect, since you weren’t the biggest fan of going out, & even just laying together in bed was good enough to be a date for you two

he absolutely loves cuddling with you, and makes it a point to always be touching you when you’re out in public

whether it be having his arm laying atop your shoulder, or rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand while your fingers are intertwined, he always needs you with him.

“i wanna tell you, but im super shy, super shy”

normally you’re quiet around others and kuroo knows this, but you’re more talkative with him and he loves it.

he takes in every word you say and relishes in it.

and one thing about kuroo, he will remember EVERYTHING you talk about or mention

did you briefly mention a new snack you wanna try? you better believe tomorrow you’ll be greated with that on your kitchen counter

that’s just the kind of guy kuroo is. despite his goofy personality, he’s extremely caring and observant. he’ll always do everything in his power to make you feel loved, even the little things. especially the little things really. he believes that these small things are truly what shows how much he cares, without being outwardly affectionate, because he knows how much they make your day. while he won’t hesitate to scream and shout his love for you, he’s a big fan of the quiet type of love that you’re more receptive to. that’s your type of love, with your tetsurou.

oikawa tooru

“find a lil' spot, just sit and talk. looking pretty, follow me”

you honestly found it surprising when you and oikawa started dating, you didn’t think he would be interested in someone like you considering his fan club. but unfortunately the fan club felt the same way.

you really could care less about his fan club though. making sure to constantly roll your eyes at them, and show them your cold attitude

this ofc made them say things like “how could oikawa like him??? he’s actually so mean”

but this didn’t matter !! because behind closed doors you’re a lover boy & oikawa knows that

oikawa is a major quality time and words of affirmation proprietor when it comes to showing his love to you. he’ll do anything with you, as long as it means you guys are together & he gets to be with you

will always always thank you and show his appreciation after every one of his games you go to

if you’re ever feeling down about yourself or his fan club/admirers are giving you a hard time, he won’t hesitate to tell them off & give you reassurance

“you know you’re amazing right? don’t listen to what anyone says, you’re my whole world, and i see every aspect of my life with you” it’s crazy because he’ll can stuff like this so lovingly and casually, like it doesn’t make you choke up

“i'm super shy, super shy. but wait a minute while i make you mine, make you mine

i have a headcanon that oikawa is actually a big poetry fan, and he will send you poems almost daily that remind him of you

tooru looooves to show you off !! even though you’re somewhat stoic and aren’t publicly lovey-dovey with him, he won’t skip a beat to show you off or mention you any chance he gets

you’re the last person he’ll talk to before a game, demanding good luck hugs & kisses, and the first person he runs to after a game. whether he won or lost, it doesn’t matter because he’s just thankful that you were here with him

though he’s aware of his huge club of admirers and how much of a toll they can take on the both of you, he’ll never give them any attention outside of just being polite. because at the end of the day they don’t matter to him, you do. waking up to you every morning, telling you how glad he is to have you in his life, spending hours on end talking about nothing and everything, this is the life you live being in love with tooru oikawa.

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[hime-bee]

I just love how you describe yours OC's like...

Luka: "straight forward" "he’s my favorite" "old man"

Njero: "easy to embarrass" "sentimental" "shy"

Flores: "pacifist" "He’s too nice" "affectionate"

Mikka: "clever" "little shit" "silly man"

Vivían: "a very sweet man"

And then...there is Leumin...oh yeah he is "shy" "introvert" "patient" "dedicate" ....

"loser" "freaky lil weirdo" "SIMP" "what a weirdo!" "He’s weird" "Mr. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎" "he is a freaky lil weirdo!" "Leumin is so down bad" "lil freaky weirdo" "he IS a degenerate LOL" "actual weirdo" "he's such an embarrassing loser 😭"

Is hilarious LMAO

-🐍

LOL IT'S CUZ HE IS 😭✌ I also just can't help but bully him a little. I swear, it's all out of love 😌

[casual-praxis]

Since I haven't gotten around to drawing them yet, I haven't talked much about Blue and Green in the Slime Rancher AU (I really need to come up with a name for it), this will hopefully change in the near future, but in the meantime, here's a random assortment of fun facts about them.

+ Green is in a similar position to Bea (the Slime Rancher protagonist), in that he left behind a close friend with whom he may have had a romantic connection with in order to nurture his adventurous spirit. That friend was Zelda, and she still regularly sends him starmail to keep him updated on how things are back in their hometown.

(Note: one of my friends wants me to bring Zelda to the range and theme her after a pink slime, which is a really cute idea but hh I don't know how to get her there. And I don't want her to be viewed as a relationship rival, she's too sweet for that.)

+ Blue, when he initially shows up, is very dismissive of the whole, "slimes are cute, they're like lil' buddies" notion. They can make him easy money. And the faster he can save up, the faster he can get a shuttle back to Earth and kick his family's teeth in for sending him there in the first place. That's all that matters to him. The other losers on the ranch might subscribe to the whole ridiculous pyramid scheme, but not Blue.

Nope, he's totally not falling for it. He's not falling for Green's genuine concern, Red's effortless handling of borderline explosives, Vio's general competence, or Shadow's playful banter. But especially not this goopy, waterlogged slime that keeps trying to follow him around and--hey, Window's Vista, how the hell is he supposed to keep one of these bastards when the Slimepedia says they evaporate?!

More notes under the cut! ^^

+ Green may be the unofficial leader in everyone else's mind, but to Green, the leader is actually Vio due to their experience gap and the fact Vio has seniority. He often goes to Vio for guidance on certain unforeseen issues, like a hen-hen infestation (they are everywhere, help) or advice on where to put a new corral or silo.

But when it comes down to it, Green is the one to step up quickest in high-stress situations (like Tarr outbreaks) and de-escalate conflicts (interpersonal or otherwise), which he doesn't even hesitate on. He has everyone's trust, he gets things done, and he does all the communicating with other ranches. He is the leader, the others have no doubts.

+ Despite his prickly demeanor early on, Blue was still asked to help with physical labor around the ranch at the very least. He has a knack for construction, and production speed usually went up with him actually keeping the projects organized.

Red in particular would go to Blue for help with heavy lifting, even if it was just so he didn't have to do it himself (Blue would never admit it, but he was the one to initially reach out to help Red. Watching him struggle wasn't as fun as he thought it'd be). Also, sometimes Shadow would rope him into tests of strength on streams, those were always nice ego boosts (not that he needed one).

+ Green and Blue both use nicknames for the others, but while Green's are largely affectionate and closer to pet names, Blue's are more akin to insults (which become softer over time).

For Green's nicknames, he uses Firework or Firefly for Red, Puddle Fly or Water Bug for Blue, Jewel Beetle or Bookworm for Vio, and Moth(ra) or Shads for Shadow. (Can you sense a pattern here lmao.)

For Blue's nicknames, he cycles through quite a few, especially early on since he doesn't intend to learn anything about the others. He uses Stringbean, Airhead, "His Greenness", etc for Green (Greenbean and Froggy once he stops being a dick), Ground Zero, Creepy, Ash-For-Brains, etc for Red (Firecracker, Hotshot, and Sparkles once he stops being a prick), Windows Vista, Glitchy/Twitchy, Violetta, etc for Vio (Bug and V once he stops being an ass), The Influencer (derogatory), Porphylophile (person who really likes purple), and Eyeliner, etc for Shadow (Kitten and Princess ((still teasing)) once he stops being a dumbass).

That's all I have time for right now, work is starting soon hhh--but I definitely have more for these two planned! Look forward to that if you'd like, and thank you for reading this far!

[cinnamonest]

I know nothing about Persona let alone Goro Akechi but after reading the bsf and yan profile post I want to give this man a hug (and my tits). His story seems so sad ;-; and he's so pretty and for what?? 💢

Honestly, as much as I enjoy genshin I never truly found it to have any meaningful or extremely well written characters (which is not a bad thing, I just can't take them seriously when they all look like that lmao). All credit to making me think twice about them goes to writers and artists in the fandom. So the change in content feels soooooo nice. Made me appreciate your writing in another way

I've heard about Persona a LOT for years, but I didn't have a huge drive to play it until your liveposting (p.s I love the LP so much) and especially the posts with that one insane policeman guy who is a loser (affectionate, also giving him my pussy). Any recs? 😅

HE IS MY BABY BOY you're so right he is so pretty 😖😖😖 Akechi is genuinely an excellently written character, and Persona 5 Royal is one of the few games I think fully deserves to be so hyped as it is.

Tbh I think the problem genshin and similar games has is that there's so many characters, you have to essentially go out of your way to dig into lore to get anything beyond surface level from them. This happens a lot in series with lots of characters — like with Danganronpa for example, your experience of a lot of characters completely changes upon playing their free time events. A lot of genshin characters get very little screen time on the main story, so all their characterization is in their quests, lines, and character profile content. Which to be fair, with a game of this nature that's kinda the only way to really do it, so, I'm just glad they give us that extra content tbh. I've played some gachas that would introduce new characters but give very little beyond a design and name which is kinda sad when you want to know more about the lil guy you're playing with.

But AAAAAAAAAAAAAA thank you so much anon I am going to ramble here, but I'll put a tl;dr at the bottom!

Soooo if you want to get into Persona, I'd recommend the series in a certain order with some notes. There's 5 main entries in the series and a lot of spinoffs.

A word of advice in general with marathoning a game series: with any series it's a good idea to play in order of chronological and thus technological progression, especially if you intend to play the series back to back, otherwise going from a more recent game to an older one can damper your experience due to the decrease in graphical quality, gameplay smoothness, and general content quantity.

However for this series, the ideal order to play really depends on the factors of 1) which version of Persona 3 you choose to play, and 2) if you want to play Persona 1 & 2.

Regarding Persona 1 and 2: These are some of those games where your enjoyment will strongly depend on whether or not you're a person who is okay with some of the frustrations, limitations and slowness/jankiness common to old games (they came out between 1996-1999). I know some people don't mind or see it as a sort of vintage charm, while others get very frustrated with that — if you're the latter, I'd recommend saving yourself the frustration and skipping them, but if you like old games or have a high tolerance for jankiness, you could start here. I will also say that, even amongst the vintage/90s games fan crowd, P2 is definitely more popular and considered better than P1. It's also much better on the aforementioned issues.

Also, unless you have an original PlayStation or PSP, you'll have to emulate these.

Regarding Persona 3: there's several versions — the original came out in like 2006, then there was a remake version called P3 FES which added an epilogue (which is being added to the recent remake soon anyway), then a PSP remake called Persona 3 Portable (which has ports on modern consoles), then the most recent remake, Persona 3 Reload, came out just a few months ago in 2024.

Obviously the newest remake has vastly improved graphics and added lots of gameplay content. However, one of the biggest differences is that P3 Portable had the option to play as a female protagonist — this altered a lot of aspects of the game and is exclusive to that version (which has disappointed a lot of people hoping she'd be in the 2024 remake), so you can't play as her if you play Reload (unless, I believe, you play PC, there's a volunteer team currently making a mod for her).

Personally, I bought P3 Reload, and couldn't get into it, so I dropped it. Then I bought P3P on a whim and LOVE it so far. Getting to play as the girl protagonist makes a massive difference in my opinion, and more than compensates for the older graphics/gameplay. It's not just the romance routes either, her dialogue options, interactions, music, and overall vibe is different enough that it changes the feel of the story.

It really depends on what you value more — 2024-tier visual quality/gameplay and the epilogue, versus the Female Protagonist experience, so just pick which you prefer.

For the order thing, if you choose to play P3P (or the original/FES for whatever reason), I'd start here, but if you want to play Reload, I'd play it either last or just before P5 Royal.

Moving on, Persona 4: Golden and Persona 5: Royal are both the definitive editions of their respective games. They're remakes of the originals with a lot of added content, and unlike Persona 3, there's no reason to play the older versions over these. Notably their themes/vibes are kinda opposite of each other (big city world-scale societal rebellion versus small rural town murder mystery), I wouldn't say either story is better or worse, they're not really comparable and more a matter of personal taste.

As for the stories, admittedly if you've read my posts, you've essentially already been spoiled on the identity of the killers, but honestly it's still worth experiencing the story, there's multiple big plot twists before and after the reveals regarding Akechi/Adachi.

I would play Persona 5 Royal last, largely because it's widely considered the best entry to the series and is by far the longest. However if you only intend to play one game, it should definitely be P5 Royal. The only real flaw to P5 is it's much easier than previous games.

From here, there's a few more spinoff games, whether or not you want to play them really just depends on if you enjoy the genre. There's a bit of lore in some of them but nothing critical.

Dancing All Night/Starlight/Moonlight - dancing rhythm games

Arena Ultimax - fighting game, acts as an epilogue to P3&4

Persona Q 1&2

These are Nintendo DS spinoffs with chibi style art. I haven't played these and admittedly don't know much about them, I think they're dungeon crawler genre? It's popular for the aspect of which it involves the characters of the different main games, so you get to see them interact with each other.

The downside is that these games are oddly expensive, I think because there weren't too many copies. I intend to get them eventually.

Persona 5 Tactica/Strikers:

These are P5 spinoffs that put the cast in alternate stories, strikers is the closest to a true sequel from my understanding, tactica is more of a dungeon-crawler. I didn't get them because Akechi isn't in strikers and is just minor dlc for tactica.

The Phantom X

This is upcoming I believe, it's going to be a mobile game with a new cast.

The TL;DR of my advice:

- Play P2 only if you're into vintage gaming

- Play P1 only if you're REALLY into vintage gaming

- Play Persona 3 Portable if you really value the female protagonist/male character romance experience, otherwise play Persona 3 Reload

- If you play the original Persona 3, FES, or P3 Portable: start with that, then P4 Golden, then P5 Royal

- If you play Persona 3 Reload: play P4 Golden FIRST, then both P5 Royal and P3 Reload in either order.

- Play the spinoffs just based on what type of games you like, if any.

[watchoutforthefanfics]

achievement unlocked 🔓 (part eighteen) || Streamer AU! Reddie (IT)

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: this prompt + BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish

Summary: Richie liked to play video games, and by some stroke of luck, it became his job. Being primarily known as Trashmouth on stream, he found his own little group of streamer friends and they became intertwined: The Losers Club. It never did feel quite complete, though. Well, until, he got his very own backseat gamer in chat.

TWs: cursing, talk of sex, mention of toxic relationships, crying, a lil bit of worthlessness, making out (two times, yeah), and shameless flirting.

[[A/N: Cody Simpson? In my fanfic? You better believe it. Also, there's a shit ton of pop culture in this one, I hope you agree with my opinions on what they'd like. Theres no sex scene in this but there is in fact a lead-up, so.... Be warned. Anyway. Enjoy :))]]

"Pretty brown eyes," Richie sang, loud and dancing around the car (what he could anyway) -moving his and Eddie's intertwined hands with the music, "-Whatcha doing later tonight?"

🎵 Would you mind if I spend time with you? 🎵

"Hey, there," Richie's eyes shot to Eddie's for a second, and Eddie was rolling his eyes (affectionately), "-pretty brown eyes-"

"You're such a fucking nerd," Eddie laughed, but decidedly didn't separate their hands (he never really did, unless absolutely necessary).

Richie took the moment to pull their hands to his lips and started kissing down his arm -a little obnoxiously (as Richie Tozier would). Eddie scrunched up his nose, and it only made Richie do it more (tracing his path back up to their hands). Eddie's lips slipped into a tiny little smile that Richie wanted to physically memorize forever.

It was the beginning of the 6th day, and they would be there in a few hours. Okay, maybe a significant amount of hours, but still. Richie was so excited that he might start fucking vibrating, honestly. Eddie in his apartment, in their apartment, comfortable and happy and fucking... loved. Watching shitty TV together, eating together, Eddie co-starring in some of his streams, waking up to Eddie every fucking day. That was awesome as fuck-

"Such a fucking sap," Eddie hummed, before popping over -at the pull of his seatbelt, and kissed Richie's cheek.

Richie grinned so big that it might physically hurt if he kept it up. But he didn't care then.

"You wanna keep up the questions?" Eddie posed.

Richie hummed, "Do you?"

"Yeah," Eddie responded, pushing himself into his seat in a way that angled him toward Richie, "-I like learning shit about you."

Richie smiled, eyes flashing to him for a spare second, "Me too, Eds."

"It's your turn, dipshit," Eddie nudged him (or tried to there wasn't really space to nudge).

"Okay, um-" Richie blew a raspberry, fingers tapping along the wheel (California would start to fade in pretty soon, what the fuck), "-boring as fuck, but what is your favorite color?"

"Red," Eddie answered, easily.

Richie furrowed his eyebrows (somehow he hadn't expected that), "Really?"

"Yeah," Eddie confirmed -casually, "-I've liked it since I was little."

"I only see you in like... blue or fucking-" Richie motioned with their intertwined hands (which was not effective), "-pastels. Which I love that shit, don't get me wrong, but-"

"I know what I look good in," Eddie shrugged -passively.

"You 'look good' in anything, Eds. If you fucking want to wear red, wear it-" Richie reasoned and then suddenly paused, something fluttering through his mind (he grinned), "-Especially those little red running shorts you have-"

Eddie scrunched up his nose, "You're into my fucking sweaty running clothes?"

"Well, first off, the sweatier the better, you know what I'm saying-" Richie raised his eyebrows suggestively, and Eddie shoved him -hard (it actually kind of hurt), "-but those shorts, man. You're all fucking... leg. Muscular leg, because you fucking run-"

"You're into my legs?" Eddie furrowed his eyebrows -moving to look at Richie.

"I'm into all of you, Spaghetti," Richie quickly clarified, "-but yeah, yes. The fucking... muscles... Look, you're fucking hot as shit, okay? That's what you should take from this."

Eddie's lips quirked up, "I thought I was cute?"

"You can be both," Richie contradicted, changing lanes swiftly, "-Actually, you are both, Eds."

"Then why the fuck don't you call me hot?" Eddie replied -pointedly.

Richie answered, with ease, "Because saying you're cute makes you frustrated and/or flustered. And I fucking live off that shit."

"Huh," Eddie hummed, like he was thinking something over -planning maybe (Richie wasn't sure how he felt about it, but it did feel kinda... hot?), "-good to know. Your turn, Rich."

Fuck, Eddie was gonna tease the shit out of him now. Un-fucking-fair.

"Uh, yellow? Maybe?" Richie offered, uncertain, "-I'm kinda a... 'every color in the world' kinda guy."

"Checks out," Eddie bickered, "-with your hideous fucking shirts."

"You insult me and yet, you love the shit out of me," Richie responded, faux thoughtfully, "-Funny how that works."

"Shut up, dickweed," Eddie hissed -biting (but not really), before adding, "-My turn."

"The floor is yours, darling," Richie responded -voice taking on like a classic movie announcer (the kinds of voices that guys with cigars in old movies had, really).

Eddie rolled his eyes (Richie could honestly feel it), "What about... Your comfort show?"

"Not movie?" Richie clarified.

"No," Eddie frowned, "-That's a different question, asshat."

Richie paused, pressing his lips together, "Cliché as fuck, but probably The Office, or maybe... Always Sunny? 90 Day Fiancé? That shit's pretty good too."

"You can't decide on shit, can you?"

"Okay, okay, jeez," Richie huffed out a breath, "-Yeah, okay, The Office. You?"

"Hoarders," Eddie answered, instinctively, before continuing, quietly, "-or New Girl."

"You fucking hypocrite," Richie laughed, "-you can't pick either!"

"No, it just fucking..." Eddie puffed up his cheeks, defensive, "-depends on the day."

"What if mine depends on the day, Spaghetti?" Richie countered.

"You had three options, anyway," Eddie pointed out, "-That's more than me."

"By one," Richie quickly commented, still laughing, "-Whatever, Eds, you win. On a serious note, though, New Girl is funny as shit."

"Obviously I know that, dickwad," Eddie snapped back, "-It's my comfort show. I've rewatched it like 3 fucking times."

"Favorite character?" Richie posed, curiously.

Eddie followed up, "This the next question?"

"Sure," Richie said -passively, thumb dancing along the back of Eddie's hand, "-if you want it to be."

"Honestly, all of them are pretty good," Eddie echoed, like he gaining a train of thought, "-but Nick. Jess is up there though."

"Really?" Richie tapped his fingers along the wheel, "-I'm more of a Schmidt guy myself."

"'Course you are," Eddie replied, knowingly, before continuing, "-What about The Office?"

"That's a really fucking tough one," Richie blew out a breath, "-Probably Creed."

"Not Dwight?" Eddie questioned, curiously.

Richie conceded, "Close second. Or maybe just depends on my mood. Let's just say both, actually. What about you, Eds? Your Office beau."

"Beau? Who the fuck says beau?" Eddie scrunched up his nose (Richie wanted to kiss it, as he always did).

"People who are clever about pet names, Eddie baby," Richie hummed -eyeing the exit number on the GPS quickly.

Eddie questioned, near immediately, "That's an actual fucking... pet name?"

"Yeah," Richie explained, passively, "-it's like 'boyfriend'. A fucking... male partner."

"It's gendered?" Eddie followed up, before adding, "-How the fuck do you know that?"

"I don't know if you could tell, Eds," Richie laughed, stressing the name, "-but I am fucking... passionate about pet names. Or maybe nicknames in general but same thing."

"You do that for all your boyfriends?" Eddie asked -almost disappointed somehow (no way that was happening).

"No, it's mostly just my friends, actually," Richie clarified, "-When I was dating somebody it was really only fucking... babe. I would try every once in a while, but it never really... stuck. Not like with you."

"So, you've never had like-" Eddie paused, trying to think of the words maybe, "-a fucking... dictionary of pet names for any other boyfriend?"

"Nope," Richie popped the 'p', "-You are a very special case, my dear Spaghetti. Plus, it helps that you actually allow them."

"I don't fucking 'allow' them," Eddie scrunched up his eyebrows -frowning, "-I love them. It's not like I fucking hate them and let you get away with it."

"Yeah, but-" Richie reasoned, "-they are kinda cheesy. I'd probably get sick of them-"

"I won't," Eddie spoke, sturdily (and it made Richie's lips snap shut so quickly that his jaw clicked), "-I like that they're fucking cheesy. It's so... personal."

"How?" Richie questioned, shooting a glance at Eddie (his face was currently very set and determined, or how he got when he felt like he needed to defend his side of something).

"It's... They're yours," Eddie explained, less pointedly, "-I'm not anyone else's fucking... 'Eds', I'm yours. It's like a whole different section of me. Just for you-"

Richie blinked.

"-And I like that shit. That there's a part of me that's Richie's 'Eds' or... or 'Spaghetti', or whatever the fuck you decide that day."

Richie blinked again, saying softly, "Oh."

Eddie's head seemed to turn toward him then, curiously (out of the corner of Richie's eye), and his eyes skimmed along his face. There was a bit of splotchy red crawling up his collar now, and Eddie was most certainly eyeing it.

"I said something stupidly simple that meant a lot to you, didn't I?"

"Maybe," Richie said, low -embarrassed, if he was honest.

Eddie squeezed his hand once.

"It's just-" Richie felt the need to explain (Steve chiming in his head, 'Keep your communication open, Richie. With the right person, it will prevent more problems from happening. Not cause them.'), "-Like I said, no one ever really liked that shit. They wanted me to fucking... cut it out. But you, you do. And there's a part of you that's 'my Eds', and... I don't know, it's just... It's just you fucking valuing me, again. When... When other people haven't, I guess."

Eddie paused, and Richie could feel his eyes flick along his face -processing (thinking maybe), "You're worth the fucking world, Rich. You know that, right?"

Richie thought on it for a second, all that Eddie said, what the Losers said, what Steve said-

"I'm-" he let out a sigh, pressing his lips together, "-I'm getting there."

Eddie hummed, soft and gentle -bringing up their intertwined hands and kissing them (more tenderly than Richie thought he'd ever felt in his entire fucking life), "I know. I'm so fucking proud of you."

Fuck.

Richie pressed his lips together, frankly ignoring the burning in the backs of his eyes, "You asshole."

Eddie laughed, but still, spoke very carefully (fucking... tenderly), "Are you going to cry?"

"Fucking yeah," he stressed the word, voice picking up in speed, "-you can't just say you're fucking proud of me when I'm driving and I can barely see shit anyway-"

"Rich," Eddie spoke, gently but somehow sternly, "-pull over."

Richie let out a big breath, and it kinda hitched in his chest, "Yeah, okay."

He did so, diligently -the car strangely quiet (except for the ever-so-slight sniffles coming from the driver's seat).

Richie took a moment, shaking a breath of out his lungs -trying to calm himself down. Steve gave him a few coping... things, something about breathing-

Eddie slowly pulled his hand out of Richie's, and he snapped to him at the motion. He really fucking wanted to hold Eddie's hand right now-

"C'mon," Eddie spoke, gently -moving to open his car door.

Richie blinked, "What?"

"Get in the backseat with me," Eddie clarified, not fully out of the door (like he was waiting for Richie to move too), "-C'mon."

"We-" Richie sputtered for a second, swallowing down what felt like lead in his throat, "-What about the trip? We'll lose-"

"Richie."

Richie skimmed over him for a second (all soft and certain, a beautiful contradiction -in his mind anyway). And Eddie stared right back at him, still in his place. Almost like he wanted Richie to read all the fucking... love on his face, and the softness and how much he fucking cared. Because, god, he really fucking did-

He let out a big breath and turned in his own seat -getting out of the car.

Not long after he pulled the back door open, Eddie carefully pulled him inside. Richie kinda felt like clay as Eddie seemed to move on a mission (he pulled him forward, Richie diligently moved forward). Eventually, somehow, Eddie was sat up against the door (which Eddie took the keys and ensured were locked) -legs splayed onto the backseat, and then, he motioned Richie forward.

He was a little slow to move toward him, but he did, and the first thing Eddie did was pull off Richie's glasses (popping them into a nearby cup holder). Richie really couldn't tell anything from there, but he felt Eddie's hands pull him forward gently -soft fingertips against his shoulders. Until he was against a warm sturdy surface, heartbeat thrumming into his ear (his chest, his mind mindlessly noted), and felt Eddie intertwine their legs. And then, as a final motion, his arms came to meet around Richie's body.

Richie pressed his lips together, Eddie was fucking... holding him. Holding him. Like he was precious, like Eddie wanted to be careful, like Eddie wanted him to be safe. And fuck, he'd never felt so fucking safe, or... or loved so fucking much-

His eyes started to blur. Fuck.

Almost as if he could tell, Eddie's hand moved to smooth along Richie's back, saying -in a low voice, just for him to hear, "I really am proud of you, Rich. You're doing so fucking good."

Richie inhaled a shaky breath.

"And I know-" Eddie breathed out, "-I know you're still scared that maybe I'm some dick just like all the other assholes you've dated-"

Richie laughed a little.

"-or that I'm not gonna stick around and that's... that's okay. It's not gonna just fucking... go away. So, don't blame yourself for that. I just..."

There was a pause.

"I wanna make sure you know-" Eddie continued, slowly -one of his hands moving to thread into his hair, "-even if I have to tell you every day, that I love the shit out of you and no matter what your stupid fucking brain thinks... I'm not going anywhere. Ever."

Richie sniffled, the whirling of his mind lowering to a buzz -a warm buzz. The smell of strawberries around him, and the pressing warmth of Eddie's skin against his own, he felt much calmer. No more old boyfriends or parents or any of that shit, just him and Eddie in the back of his car. Eddie, who loved the shit out of him, and Richie, who (unsurprisingly enough) loved the shit out of Eddie too.

"I love you too, Eds," he muttered against the cotton of his shirt, "-a lot."

Eddie didn't say anything then, just threading through his hair and thumbing over his skin with his other hand -careful touches. Soothing touches that were maybe made just for Richie in mind (like they were a manufactured superhero weakness or something -his kryptonite, if you will). Richie felt something smooth off of him - and emotion sliding away from the tension of his shoulders. Less overwhelming, as Eddie's hand scratched his scalp and completely wrapped around Richie. It felt like his own little safe space in the world, where nobody could see him except for Eddie.

He let out another breath, less shaky, and with no tears now -heart in his chest slowed. Sniffling once, he made no motion to move at all but he felt better, a lot better. Because it's Eddie. And, of course, Eddie made him feel better. Because he loved him and cared about him so fucking much that it shook Richie's bones-

"Jim," Eddie spoke, suddenly -hand still combing through Richie's hair.

"Hmm?" Richie hummed, almost tired in a way.

"My favorite Office character," Eddie clarified, "-It's Jim."

Richie laughed a bit, "Of course it is."

Eddie pulled Richie's face up -leveling it to his, and frowning, "Are you making fun of me, asshole?"

"You made fun of me about Schmidt," Richie pointed out, "-We're even now."

Eddie's frown quirked up into a smile, hands gently on both sides of his face -holding him there (not unlike the first time they physically met). And his eyes skimmed all of Richie's face, affectionately (lovingly really), and the whole thing made Richie's head spin because it was so consuming. Eddie's love swallowed him whole.

And then, Eddie pulled Richie's face forward and kissed him. It wasn't like a signature Eddie Kaspbrak kiss, not all yearning and desperate and passionate, it was... slower. More careful. Like Richie was precious to him, precious in general, and he wanted him to know that. Wanted him to feel the love that pulsed out of his skin for Richie, wanted to cacoon him into it like a warm bubble of affection. And Richie thought he could fucking die there, happily.

They kissed for awhile then (Richie would even say that they most certainly made out in the back of his car -dream scenario accomplished, what the fuck). And it did, in fact, make their arrival time a little bit later, more like dinner time instead of a late lunch. But, Richie frankly wouldn't change fucking anything and he got the feeling Eddie wouldn't either. So, he didn't feel bad or guilty about it and Eddie wouldn't let him.

Now, they were in San Francisco -buildings upon buildings that were in essence a little more rustic than the sleek metal of New York. That being said, some parts were all sleek metal, just not really too much where Richie lived.

Richie was completely in his element, navigating through lanes and streets like it was routine. Because it was. They were so fucking close that it almost made his hands shake, just like when he was close to meeting Eddie -anxiety prickling his skin. Because god, him and Eddie. Living together. Their apartment. Richie had a wonderful fucking boyfriend and he loved him and he was going to be there every day-

"Are you thinking too much again?" Eddie broke him out of his head -suddenly. Richie really was a wanderer in terms of thoughts. Dissociation's a bitch, am I right?

"No, I'm just-" Richie wanted to physically bounce up and down, "-I'm excited as shit."

"Yeah," Eddie laughed a little, softer, "-me too."

Richie grinned so wide it hurt and tapped his free foot against the floor of the car -anxiously. He squeezed Eddie's hand a few times, eager maybe, and it made Eddie laugh.

God, Richie wanted to make him laugh forever.

"My dear Eds, we are like a minute away," Richie chimed, like an announcer -naturally.

Eddie's eyes shot to the windows, "Shit, really?"

There was an assortment of things by Richie's apartment, cafés, little stores, and restaurants. He'd hit a few of them, either by himself or with Bev, but not enough. He never really had a purpose to explore, really; his job was streaming and all he'd had was Bev so it never... He'd never really had the motivation or reason to. But now, with Eddie, he could show him shit -experience it with hum. He had all the reasons now-

"It's really nice here," Eddie hummed, big brown eyes bubbling along the streets and the buildings -almost in wonder, "-What the fuck."

Richie laughed, "We can look around when we get there if you want."

"Maybe later," Eddie's thumb rubbed along Richie's skin (it made his brain fuzzy), "-I think we should stay home today."

Home, home, home, home-

"Whatever you want, Eddie baby," Richie grinned, and felt his heart flutter in his chest (our home).

"You know, sometimes-" Eddie offered, eyes all along the windows, "-I wanna know what you want, dipshit."

"You," Richie answered, instinctively, "-Anything with you is sick as shit to me."

Eddie's eyes flicked to Richie's face -skimming over it, "Yeah, well, you ever think it might be the same for me, fuckface?"

"Yeah?" Richie hummed, eyeing the roads -his turn was right fucking there.

"Of course," Eddie leveled, looking at him straightforwardly, "-I love the fuck out of you."

Richie grinned like he always did (he loves me), "I love you too, Eds."

It was, as he had said, a few minutes later and he was pulling into the parking lot. Where he always parked, and Richie was hit with the fact that he was finally here. Home. Right back to his apartment, his office, and he was with Eddie. With Eddie-

"This is it?" Eddie asked, curiously -big eyes blinking up at the stretch of building.

"Yes, sir," Richie chimed, maybe nervously, "-we are here."

Eddie laughed a little, freehand fidgeting with their intertwined ones, "Holy shit."

Richie started laughing too, repeating, "Holy shit."

"Well," Eddie tugged at his hand, grinning at him in a way that made his heart twirl, "-let's go then, asshole. What the fuck are we waiting for?"

So, they immediately started moving. Eddie nearly running inside the building with his suitcase. It should be said that Richie is all about... 'being a gentleman' but Eddie was a strong little fucker. Working out and shit. And Eddie was distinctly terrified of elevators, so if he wanted to carry his shit up the stairs -Richie wasn't going to combat him. He could always help with the boxes later-

"You're so fucking slow," Eddie laughed -pulling himself up the stairs -eagerly, if Richie was honest.

"You know how many trips we have to make, Eds?" Richie countered, "-Ya wanna tire yourself out on the first one?"

Eddie's lips flattened into a frown, just above Richie on the floor between stairs -looking at him like he knew he was right (and he hated it), "Shut up."

"Don't worry, Spaghetti," Richie hummed meeting him up on the floor -smoothing his hand down his arm (and taking on a superhero sort of superhero voice), "-I'll carry you up here myself if I have to."

"You could not fucking do that," Eddie disagreed.

"You wanna bet?" Richie questioned -raising an eyebrow.

Eddie paused for a second, smoothly eyeing him from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes. It made Richie squirm a little.

Finally, he winked (Jesus fuck), and smiled coyly, "Maybe later."

It took everything in his body not to fall right then and there. His knees went a little wobbly, and he thanked god that he was holding onto the railing. Face blossoming a bright red, Richie watched as Eddie eyed it -grin bubbling bright along his face. So fucking beautiful-

"Now, come on, asshole," Eddie groaned, nearly jumping in place impatiently, "-we've got so much shit to do."

Richie stayed put.

"You're such a shithead. Fine," Eddie huffed, "-I'll make out with you on the couch if you-"

He pushed past Eddie with a sense of urgency he hadn't felt in a long, fucking time. He heard Eddie burst into laughter behind him, and even resisted the urge to look back at him.

He was a simple man, what could he say?

It should be said, it took them like 2 hours to bring all the boxes up. Well, Richie was finishing now, actually. By himself. Eddie was a quick fucker, and Richie, well, adrenaline only worked for so long. So, he was taking his time -measuring out breaths.

When he did finally reach the door, everything in his body was relieved.

"Jesus Christ, Eds," Richie exhaled, slowly putting back the boxes, "-What did you put in these things? Bricks by the fucking pound?"

"You took fucking ages," Eddie breathed out, impatiently (maybe even a little frustrated).

"Well, yeah," Richie slowly straightened, turning toward him, "-We've been doing this for hours, ya gotta give a man a bre-"

Eddie cut him off by literally jumping into him -fully legs wrapped around him and arms around his neck style. Richie almost stumbled back and tripped over the fucking boxes-

"Jesus fucking Christ-" Richie tried, aiming to look at his footing. Instead, Eddie kissed him -knocking the air out of his lungs.

And despite the fact that there was an ache in Richie's arms, he situated them to hold him up with ease.

The way Eddie was kissing him was new. Well, not completely new, actually. It was, at its core, a trademark Eddie Kaspbrak kiss. All passionate and grabby and like he'd been waiting years, or maybe like it was some build-up romance scene and they had finally confessed after years of friendship. But it was also... like desperate and feverish and quick. Richie would try to describe it more, but his brain was turning to goo because he was just so-

Fuck, Richie knew where this was going.

"Eds," he tried (kiss), "-Spaghetti," he tried again (kiss), "-Eddie baby-"

Eddie finally pulled back, eyes a fiery steel, most certainly frustrated, "What, Richie?"

Richie blinked at him a few times, Eddie Kaspbrak pissed that he had to stop kissing him. God, he was definitely fucking dreaming-

"Look, I know where this is going, and believe me, I'm a big fucking fan of it, but-" Richie explained, "-I gotta get a picture of you to post."

"Right now?" Eddie whined, and Richie felt a little like he could die happy.

Richie almost swayed (god, Eddie Kaspbrak turned him to mush), "Yes, yeah. I wanna get it over with, so I don't forget."

"I won't let you forget," Eddie offered.

"Eds," Richie leveled.

"Jesus fuck," Eddie groaned, rolling his eyes and dropping down, "-Fine."

"It'll just be a second, Eddie baby," Richie hummed, apologetically (because Eddie wanted to kiss the shit out of him, fuck), "-I promise."

Eddie rolled his eyes, but Richie could see the tension in him relax, "Whatever, asshole."

"Alright," Richie pulled up his camera, and pulled Eddie into his side -maybe moving a little quickly (who's to say really), "-3, 2, 1, cheese!"

Richie turned to press a kiss on Eddie's cheek and pressed the button -he could definitely feel Eddie loosen up then.

His eyes caught on the photo for a second, eyeing it. It was Richie, hair still mostly shiny and new, kissing Eddie's cheek -who, in the picture, was shriveling up his nose and frowning. His freckles were already peaking through from the sun of their trip. Richie wanted to connect them with his fingers like constellations-

"Richie."

"Jeez, yeah, okay-" Richie laughed, opening up Instagram and clicking on 'new post'.

After perfectly framing it, Richie thought over some captions fairly quickly (Eddie was literally tapping his foot like a disappointed mother). He wanted to laugh at it, but felt like it wasn't the right time. And then, he got it.

'just picked up some takeout: 🍝,' he typed, before adding, '-#eddiespaghetti'.

He laughed for a second, and then posted it. Eddie must have been eyeing him like a hawk because-

He intertwined their hands and tugged it so hard that his phone flew to the floor -immediately walking forward.

"Hey-" Richie spoke, a little defensive.

Eddie ignored him, "Which way?"

"You're just gonna go straight into it, Spaghetti," Richie joked, "-I thought we had a little more class than th-"

Eddie kissed him -hard. And then, with a breath between them, repeated.

"I asked which way, asshole?"

Richie blinked, answering -with a squeaky sort of voice, "To the left."

He didn't hesitate, dragging Richie down the hallway. And Richie felt like he might fucking faint. But luckily, if he was, Eddie was there to catch him. Eddie, in his apartment, in their apartment. Waking up to Eddie, seeing Eddie everyday-

Eddie kissed him, and Richie couldn't really think of anything else.

[gemini-forest]

okay teasing aside can I say how much fun it is to love future leo? not in the romantic way for me, but just. Oh. My. Goodness!

that man is like the turtle version of freaking captain america, BUT BETTER BECAUSE HE IS OUR DORKASS LOSER /very affectionate

Bruh only F!Leo is romantic for me.

I look at lil Leos and just see a baby and wanna kiss his forehead

[clinicallyinsanedumpsterrabbit]

Sniffing at your windows [affectionate]

He can probably smell some food he likes inside, he's definitely gonna raid the dumpster at the end of the day... Or live in it... Knowing feral's lack of proper home he's probably gonna try to live in it.

Without the window layer because he's a cute lil nuisance, he's probably gonna end up like the local raccoon... Unless my dumb little obsessive brain gets its storyline it's already imagined up, muhaha, im trying to be normal about this but being normal is for losers. Hell, I've already secretly sketched it out.. Which is now no longer a secret.

[yeennqueenn]

give us a playlist for a character we haven't seen yet 👀

mmmm * looks at all my silly lil losers * yes...... y o u- Moldavite

Angel owl lady who used to build fancy things in the sky for angels... now she simply watches over passed on souls of humans, and she likes seeing what things Human's can create on earth. She likes to call them "ants" (affectionately, she adores humans and thinks we are so silly, funny, haha, cute)................she is....... terrifyingly large....

I also appreciate her not knowing how babies work at all... she babysat Iccor once and only once when he was little....