#i can't bother with the quality but i just wanted to make something

[mellowdiplomattrashpsychic]

Damian had to close his eyes, the green abruptly assaulting his eyes with how bright it was.

It was suffocating, like he was swimming into the league's training pool depths. The water pressure was similar to this, making him instinctively hold his breath.

It was wrong. He knew he should just give in. He already did this much. He couldn't take it back. He was halfway there. Just a little more, and he'll be with Danyal forever.

He just had to breathe.

Just as he was about to let go of the last seconds he had to live, he saw a change in light through his eyelids. He felt the pressure vanish just as quickly.

He coughed a gasping breath, hearing a wince of sympathy.

"Oh, right. I forgot about how people react to a change of ambient ecto quality... Sorry. Just- just take slow, deep breaths. You might feel a bit tingly, but that's just your body filtering out the polluted ecto and adjusting to the more pure version."

Damian followed Danyal's instructions, taking slow, deep breaths instead of quicker ones. It seemed that Grayson's breathing techniques to calm oneself wasnt applicable to those in the land of the dead. There was no need to hold his breath. It made exhaling difficult, as if the air had somehow gained consistency.

A few breaths in, and he could feel what his brother had referred to. He felt as though he were drugged, feeling as though he was barely clinging to his physical body. He felt ashamed that he couldn't get himself to let go.

He cracked his eyes open, blinking out the black spots and struggling to make sense of the shapes around him. But once he did, he saw buildings, a road, a starry night sky, streetlights, a few people-

Danyal moved in front of him, smiling softly.

"Feeling ok?"

"A little out of body, but the process should be over soon. I swear to you, it... it's not my intention to still be so... attached."

Please forgive me. I swear I'll join you soon. I don't know why my body can't follow my mind or heart.

Danyal's smile became smaller, making Damian's heart drop.

"It's fine, Ahki. I don't expect you to detach yourself from them. They're your family." Danyal pulled Damian into an embrace, a hand combing through his hair. "I know... I know people aren't fond of ghosts. But that's ok. I don't mind, I just... I'm happier with you. I would've backed off if you weren't comfortable with me."

Damian bit his inner cheek, hands reaching out and grasping the thin clothes Danyal wore. No matter how much Danyal altered them, they would always feel thin, as if they would tear as easily as wet paper. But that was not the case, not when they would have crumbled and torn apart with how tightly he held onto them at that very moment.

"They were worried about you. That you were sacrificing something by staying on the living plane." His voice wavered. He didn't mean to, he didn't. He swore it.

"Ahki?"

"Yes?"

"Please don't lie to me."

"When I close my eyes and listen to what you say, it's easy to tell when you're lying."

Damian's blood ran cold.

"I-I wasn't-" He tried to pull away. He tried to make Danyal look him in the eyes. To show his sincerity.

Danyal only held him more tightly.

"But you hid something. Please... please tell me, am I bothering you? Did you really not want me around?"

"No! No, that's not- n-not not-" His voice wasn't cooperating. He took a quick breath in his frustration, only to quickly regret it when it got stuck in his throat, encouraging his gag reflex that soon turned into a violent chain of coughs.

"Hey, hey, deep breaths. Deep breaths, Ahki. You want me around, I heard you. Breathe, it's ok. We're ok. I'm not mad or anything. I just needed to make sure you actually wanted me around. I'm sorry that I scared you like that."

It was difficult to regulate his breathing, his coughing fit making him gasp at air quickly out of reflex. It was dizzying, it was worsening, he couldn't breathe.

He could feel Danyal letting go, making his heart race despite the low oxygen levels.

Please don't leave, I'm sorry.

He reached out, hearing a distant apology before his nose was pinched and mouth was covered. His body spasmed, attempting to continue to gasp for air. His hands twitched, the temptation to grab one of his many weapons high.

But he couldn't. He couldn't do it again. Not to him. Not again.

He felt his heart start to slow, and his body quit acting foolish. That's when the hands left his face, allowing him to breathe deeply. It was slow, he was too drained to even attempt to gasp for air.

He fell forward onto a cool surface. A body.

Danyal.

Danyal suffocated him.

He deserved it, but it hurt nonetheless.

"Ahki..."

Why is there a cold ticklish feeling trailing down his face? Was he crying? When did he start crying?

"Shhh, I'm sorry, but you were going to drown if I didn't get you to stop coughing or gasping. Just a few more minutes, and I won't have to do that ever again, I promise."

"Ahki... Ahki, 'm sorry..."

His head felt so floaty, but his body still felt heavy. Why? Just why couldn't he follow through?

"There’s-..." Danyal let out a sigh. "What are you sorry for, Damian?"

"You asked me to... you asked me vome with you." His breaths still felt short. "But I couldn't follow through. I still can't follow it through."

"..."

He should've been worried about Danyal's silence, but he couldn't even keep track of time. How fast was he talking? Was he slurring his words? He felt so dizzy still. He felt like he was floating.

"I thought about it. I thought about it to the point that I became... anxious. Father and Richard... Todd, Brown, Caine, Pennyworth, and even Drake care so much... I didn't... I didn't want to hurt them by dying."

He was almost there. He shouldn't have struggled even if he didn't end up causing any bodily harm. He shouldn't have even attempted to reach for his weapons.

"They were scared. They're scared, please don't blame them. It's my fault, Danny... it's mine. It's my fault they tried to send you away. I want- I want to stay with you."

Was he still talking? It sounds like gibberish, words not sounding like any he recognized.

"Damian... Damian, I didn't- Fuck, I didn't mean it that way!" Danyal roughly pulled him off, a hand on his shoulder to keep him steady and the other shakily cupping his cheek. He was letting Damian see him, he wanted him to look at him. "I don't want you to die, Damian."

Damian's lips pursed, brows furrowing in confusion and denial.

"Don't lie to me-"

"Look at me, Damian! Look at me and see if I'm lying!"

Damian focused on Danyal's face, searching for his giveaways.

"I don't want you dead." Damian searched more desperately. "I want you to live, Damian. I want you alive. I want my brother alive. I don't want you dead."

He repeated it over and over until Damien glared at him and covered his mouth.

"I understand, I hear you, I-" He jumped, quickly pulling away in disgust. "You licked me!"

Danny only gave him an innocent and saintly smile in response.

Ugh.

"You're disgusting."

"But you love me!"

"Unfortunately."

Danyal giggled, pulling away and crossing his legs, now hovering an inch over the grassy ground.

Damian let out a slow breath, still feeling drained but not as terrified and filled with shame as before. He felt like he could breathe freely. He could still have Danyal by his side and live with the rest of his family without any guilt.

He still deserved some form of punishment, but it was fine. He was fine for now. Perhaps... Perhaps Danyal would consider everything up to this point as punishment enough. Even if it wasn't enough, that seemed like something Danyal would choose to do.

"Damian?"

"If you did not want me to pass, then why am I such poor condition? Where are we, if not the afterlife?"

Danyal smiled sheepishly.

"Right. So you know how the Lazarus Pits had that power to elongate life to the fatally injured? Well, it turns out that it's because it's made of ectoplasm, runoff more specifically. But there's other types. The one that's affecting you to this point is ambient ectoplasm. You could think of it like air. Gotham is filled with polluted ambient ectoplasm because of the amount of curses there, and it's pretty low on it since there's a lot of shades.

Here, though, we have pure ambient ectoplasm directly from the Infinite Realms, where the afterlife resides. So it's pure, and there's a lot of it. But since you're used to Gotham's ectoplasm level, your baby core needs to accommodate itself. You should be good to move around soon if not already."

"..." Damian turned away from Danyal and looked at their new surroundings. "Where exactly are we then?"

"Oh! We're in Amity Park, a town in Illinois. Not a very good welcome, but uh, yeah. This was last minute. I would've had a party set up with everyone- which reminds me! I need to call Jazz. She's my adoptive older sister, by the way. She's nice, a bit weird when it comes to psychoanalyzing people, don't pay much attention to it. She's cool, you'll get along live a forest fire!"

"Those are dangerous, Danyal. I feel as though I should be concerned with your apparent interest in arson."

"See! That's something she would say!"

"For good reason." Damian smirked.

"Rude!"

Dcxdp

Just thinking of like a demon twins au where danny finds out damian is no longer under their grandfathers rule and goes to visit him in ghost form.

And damian is grieving all over again. Because thats his little brother, dead at his hands. Never able to grow up and live a full life. Just this weird mirror version of it. And now that damians embraced his fathers way of preserving life it feels even more of a waste and he mourns the experiences they could've had together. It felt like less of a blow when he was still in the league and surviving wasnt much of a life. Danyal was most likely happier at rest then there, but now? Now damian wishes they had more time.

Danny not realizing hes forgotten to tell his brother hes actually still alive. keeps saying that damian should come with him. See his home, meet his friends, Etc. Damian thinking danyal wants to drag him to the afterlife. Considers it even, because he owes him that much. Scared by his own thoughts and telling bruce or dick about it. And theyre both grief stricken and furious. Just this whole misunderstanding snowballing. Another son but one whos been lost before they could ever meet. One theyd never been able to know. Who never got the chance to be a child before his time was cut short. And everyone wanting to find a way to lay danny to rest without him stealing damian away too. Bruce desperate to meet this imprint of a son he never met but terrified of it taking away the son he still has.

Lol thinking of like 100 ways this could go.

Bruce calling in constantine. Danny feeling betrayed that they called someone to banish him? He thought damian would be happy to see him? Would accept him. Thought he could meet his father as well.

Or

Damian making him a grave and showing him that he can "rest" now like hed never been properly laid to rest with the league. Danny thinking its either a) a funny joke or b) finally realizes whats going on.

Or

damian offering to go with him as long as hes able to come back? He still wants to live his life and there are others in dcu who can go between realms (sorta i guess?) Danny being like yeah? No duh we'll come back xD damian being like??? When he sees amity lol.

[amie-777]

Kyle as your stalker :] This is AFAB reader (reader has their menstruation), here is the post for gnreader.

TW: Dark content, I do not condone to this behaviour in real life.

Kyle is on medical discharge, his shoulder is just sore, but the Captain persisted. So now hes gotta find something to occupy him.

He is in the noodle aisle and the package slips out of his hands, but you're there. Catching his tortiglioni and handing it to him with a smile. Kyle starts the small talk, and you follow him until you go to pay. Its where you wave at him and leave.

You.

You are his new project.

Rather quickly he finds out your gym, joins and finds your subscription. He puts in his own credit card for your next invoice, he got it all covered now.

Maybe even hacks into your calendar to find out how you plan your days. Appreciates the colours and the structure. All pretty and structured for him. Starts moving your stuff to his calendar as well, meetups with friends, dentist/doctor appointments and even when you schedule your naps. You're practically married now.

Photos of you are taken everywhere, printed out and put into a journal, safekeeping you from the gruesome world out there. Labelled with dates and little notes of what you did that day.

From your receipts and the credit card deductions he starts writing down what you buy. Spotting how you buy non-brand stuff he tsk-ed. You will get better stuff, just you wait.

In the journal he writes down your favorite products and finds real good quality stuff. (Why are you buying pads/tampons from that company? Don't you know they are toxic?)

When your boss has the audacity to yell at you? The next day he is gone. Co-worker is bothering you? Kyle gets rid of him or ruins his career.

After about two/three months he decide to enter your apartment, sniffs out where you keep your stuff and places a few cameras around. He studies the products you use for your body, hair, face whatever. Even takes pictures, to remember. It is just for your safety, luv. Then he makes his way to the kitchen, where he takes pictures of your recipes, he'll learn to cook somehow, maybe he'll call missus Price.

At home he watches your night routine and then morning routine, learning how you use each product, what medicine you take, what clothes you like to wear. Feeling like a devoted husband he grins.

And if Kyle can't sleep, he turns on his phone and boots up the camera showing you cuddled to your plushies. The eyes in the bear were carefully removed and cameras hidden behind. The bunny has mic in his neck, recording your sweet sounds while you sleep. After just a few seconds of you cuddling up to him your plushies, he is knocked out.

And just so you know, it should be socially accepted to still sleep with plushies and stuffed animals!! (I do it, you can do it too if you want)

Thank you for reading :] Wish you a very nice day <33

dividers from cafekitsune (thank you <33)

[evcn]

Buck don’t get covered in blood challenge (impossible)

[owl-bones]

I mean, in defense of people who are hesitant about trusting fae dream... he did turn someone into an exotic pet before.

that didn't actually happen, that was just a drabble i developed and people asked for elaboration on sldfjlsfjs. it's technically a non-canon event, it's just on the blog and tagged and all that because it's still a (hypothetical) part of the story and there's some characterisation stuff in there. but the MC wasn't his pet, they were just a bird for the deal to work. he still treated them like a member of his court.

and i get where people are coming from, but if you're hesitant about trusting Dream you should extend that hesitancy to all the fae. especially Nightmare. between the two of them Nightmare is far more likely to trick you into a deal that you don't like, or that causes you to lose something of importance. it's just that nobody's asked about anything like that, so all they've seen is Dream being the poster-child for fae shenanigans lskdfjlsdsljfkd

like. Blue is the 'nicest' fae out of all of them when it comes to avoiding deals and giving humans leeway and helping them out, but that doesn't make Dream the worst (that'd be Killer)

tricks and wordplay are a major part of fae stories, and to ignore them completely to sanitise the characters and make them more approachable is disingenuous. Dream's a nice, friendly guy, yes, but he's still a fae and will trick you. Nightmare is cold and aloof but fair, and he will also trick you. Dream's not the bad guy, there is no bad guy, that is just their nature ദ്ദി ꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ )✧

[icewindandboringhorror]

I love all of these goofy product photos where the water bottle is extremely obviously just photoshopped onto a stock image of someone pretending to hold something or whatever.. very convincing..

[ariaste]

listen ok so i made some good jokes yesterday about Lestat having an onlyfans but i am back today with a new essay and this one is entitled

Why The Invention Of Social Media Is Going to Permanently Save Loustat's Fucking Marriage

come on this journey with me.

ok so on one hand we have Louis, who does not like to leave the house except when he absolutely fucking has to and even then he resents it. my man wants to be at home with a book 100% of the time and he's so fucking valid for that. When he leaves the house, bad things happen to him. He has learned this and honestly i can't fault his evidence. it sucks out there. it truly incredibly sucks out there.

the problem is that sometimes he is married to lestat, who starts clawing at the walls if people aren't paying attention to him for 12 consecutive seconds, and being Out Of The House is the best place for him to go foraging for People To Pay Attention To Him. my man once had a rock star career the way that some people get addicted to meth brewed in a trashcan in someone's garage. Louis, through no fault of his own, is simply not capable of filling this psychological need no matter how hard he tries, except he should not even HAVE to try like that, because no one can do it, because Lestat is fucked up and like wasn't hugged enough as a child or something

this imbalance in their relationship is the core source of all their marital problems since day 1: THIS man's idea of a good time is chilling on the sofa in silence and maybe staring contemplatively at the wall for a while, and THIS man starts self-destructing at a truly astonishing rate if no one is making eye contact with him. If you make Louis go outside and socialize with people, he's miserable and sulking and whining about "are we done can we go home". If you make Lestat sit in silence in a chair for five minutes he starts crying and claiming that No One Has Ever Loved Him, Ever, Ever, And No One Understands Him, And He Hates Everyone In This House and He Is Being Actively Neglected And Cruelly Mistreated Right Now And No One Even Bothers To Feel Sorry For Him, This Is BASICALLY Domestic Violence Against Him Personally, If Only Anyone Knew About The Quiet Hidden Tragedies Of An Unhappy Marriage, and then he breaks some furniture and a window and isn't seen again for six weeks and comes back like "you will not believe what just happened, i [checks notes] met Merlin and also a dragon who gave me three wishes, brb i'm going to write another book about it :))))"

all you fucking have to do to fix their problems is to hand Lestat a cellphone and say the words "do you know about social media? you can say whatever shit you want and there's always someone awake in some time zone to talk to you." Suddenly Lestat is now very interested in sitting quietly on the couch, Lounging Alluringly and posting thirst traps on instagram and finally getting emotional fulfillment from all the likes and comments of "omg???? omg this is the hottest man alive". he does not have to leave the house anymore to get his attention meth. His yawning abyss of neediness is being fulfilled by having parasocial relationships with millions of strangers online who all think he's sexy and don't have to experience how fucking awful he is up close. he can flirt pointlessly with 200 people at once which is FINALLY ENOUGH FLIRTATIONS FOR HIM TO SATISFACTORILY JUGGLE

Meanwhile Louis is 3 feet away, vaguely reflecting to himself that HE is feeling all emotionally fulfilled because they're spending this great Quality Time together in perfect silence while he reads his book and Lestat plays on his cellular telephone and only OCCASIONALLY giggles to himself or says "louis which of these photos do you think is sexier, the one with four buttons undone or the one with five buttons undone" Louis is feeling like his Opinion is being Valued, Louis feels like he is being Consulted on Matters that are Important To Lestat. He has opinions about the photographs. It is not that much trouble to be interrupted from staring philosophically at the wall to spend five seconds looking at a photograph and then saying "that one". Finally he is experiencing Cozy Domesticity. he is so horny about it. lestat is surprised and bewildered about the sudden sharp increase in the amount of sex he is now getting but before he can make any vaguely mean comments about it (bc he's confused and vaguely defensive and worried that it's going to stop out of nowhere and he doesn't know any other interpersonal skills for expressing a thought) his phone pings about how he's just broken 5 million followers on instagram and he totally forgets to even mention the sex thing, which means that he continues getting the sex instead of inciting an argument about the sex and going through his 800th divorce from Louis

all their friends are extremely confused when a whole month, and then six months, and then a year goes by without another Loud Divorce happening and no one crashing through their front door like "I HAVE TO SLEEP IN YOUR GUEST COFFIN FOR THE NEXT MONTH, HE IS INTOLERABLE". They are worried. they are concerned. what is going on over there. are they both dead. no, they can't both be dead, Lestat just posted another tiktok of him sucking on his own fingers, which he would not be doing if Louis were dead. there is an ecosystem collapse happening in the groupchat and it's because the main Drama Vectors have been neutralized

[literaila]

cuddle time

gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: satoru's mood is disrupted by some quality family time

a/n: a little fluff for you all because i've been trolling too much

last part | next part

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year four.

you're working on a report from a mission last week when the two of them appear, simply out of thin air. 

it's early sunday morning, light shining through the windows, the world beckoning you outside--even though you know you need to be in here, working. honestly, you shouldn't have put it off for this long. 

but it's so easy in this house. with satoru lounging around, and both of the children to entertain you all of the time. honestly, if you never checked your phone again, you might forget that the rest of your world existed completely. 

it's nice. easy. 

but not this morning. this morning, just walking into the office felt like surging through a tub full of mud, disgusting and slow. 

and you feel that way now when the kids show up. 

they both peek their heads into the office, the door slightly cracked, and you don't dare look at the two of them--knowing that they'll distract you (and that you would very much like to be distracted, at the moment). 

tsumiki creeps into the room, and you can feel her smile at you from ten feet away. her general aura of benevolence and good. she radiates happiness, your secret drug. megumi follows, not as bright but still pleasant enough, accidentally bumping into the desk, but you still don't look at either of them. 

you can see them in your peripheral, though. you can't imagine what they need at the moment. 

but neither of them says a thing, they simply stare at you, standing on opposite sides of the desk, their eyes darting from the computer screen to you with an obvious frequency. 

you don't know what they want, but you've known the two of them long enough to know that it's something. 

you still don't look at them, but you can't help the smile on your face. 

“yes, children?" you ask, teasing, after a minute of this has ensued. when you just can't hold it in anymore. "am i bothering you?”  

tsumiki leans her head on your shoulder, her face amazingly warm, frowning. “gojo won’t get out of bed.” 

megumi is just standing there, still staring at you, with his arms crossed. clearly, this is a dire statement, and they all need your immediate attention. clearly, your presence is impertinent.

you check the clock. it’s only ten in the morning, and god knows with the children, that is not late. they both wake up with the sun, ready to start the day before you get the chance to blink.

you were up two hours ago, helping megumi get breakfast together, making sure that they both slept well and that no one broke into the house in the middle of the night and stole them. breakfast was a bleary-eyed, silent sort of thing. the three of you basking in each other's company, and not attention.

but you don't really mind waking up that early. because, unlike satoru, your fragile mind doesn't pause for a good night's rest. these days, you'll get a few hours at a time, at the best. a couple of minutes to yourself, at the worst. 

caffeine is a wonderful thing.

so you don't blame the man for hiding in his room all morning. besides, he is the worst when he misses out on his precious beauty sleep.

“we all agreed,” you say, knowingly, resuming your typing. “satoru can sleep in as long as he’d like on sundays.” 

“he’s not sleeping.” 

megumi nods. “yeah, he’s just moaning in bed.” 

you quirk a brow. “is he sick?” 

“no, just a baby,” megumi answers. he says this with such an obvious attitude that you almost snort. where he got the sass, you're not sure. 

(you're sure. it's your fault.) 

knowing he has no good information for you, you turn around to tsumiki. “what’d he say?” 

“that he wasn’t getting out of bed. ever.” 

you roll your eyes, familiar with this act. “just give him a couple of hours. he’s probably pms-ing.”

they both give you confused looks. you make a mental note to pick up parenting books at the library.

“he’s fine, guys," you say, instead of explaining. "just dramatic.” 

tsumiki shakes her head. “something’s wrong with him.” 

“could’ve told you that,” megumi mutters, under his breath, and you attempt not to laugh. and fail. 

you grin at him, nudging tsumiki's cheek, a bit fond of her concern. her sincerity. “just let him sleep.” 

tsumiki leans on your arm, still pouting—you should’ve kicked satoru out three years ago. he’s rubbing off on her. “but he's sad." 

"sad?" 

"i think he's crying." 

megumi snorts. 

you blink at her. "are you serious?" 

she nods, sullenly. 

you sigh, looking back to the computer--where work and every terrible thing in the world (besides satoru) awaits you. you could sit here for the next four hours, doing stuff you should've done weeks ago, or you could deal with an emotional toddler. 

there's really no winning here. 

you sigh again and look back to tsumiki. her face is enough to break your composure completely. "fine," you say, "let's go see what's wrong with him." 

tsumiki smiles at you, grateful, and megumi rolls his eyes but begins to trail out of the office. you shut your laptop, knowing that you won't be back for a while. 

(or the rest of the day, if you have it your way). 

the two of them follow you to satoru's room, where you don't knock--because the door is already partially open, and because you don't care. 

the blinds are still shut, the entire room a stomping ground for candy wrappers and files that satoru definitely shouldn't leave lying around. 

but this is nothing new, so you ignore it. 

"hey, kid," you say, stepping over to the bed, leaning down to look at him. 

or, rather, an expanse of grey sheets. all you can see is a lump of covers, and a pillow thrown on the floor. satoru sleeps like someone's trying to hold him down, failing all the while.

you nudge him with a hand, sighing again. you got lucky with tsumiki and megumi, who are notoriously easy to wake up in the morning, unlike someone else in the house...

there's no response. 

fortunately, you can see a puff of breath from beneath his blanket, so at least he's not dead. 

there's a tuff of white hair peeking out from the sheets, and you pull it, albeit gently. because you actually do really love his hair. 

(it's irritatingly soft). 

"i already know you're awake," you tell him, dryly. "are you crying? tsumiki said you were crying." 

the covers are quick to move, two large hands pulling them down with surprising efficiency, and a red-eyed--though not teary--satoru glares at you. "i'm not crying." 

"oh, great, then i don't have to comfort you. i don't think i have it in me today." 

he pouts, naturally, and throws the covers back over his face. at least this is no different. 

you turn around, looking at both of the children helplessly. see, you want to say to them, he's fine. but tsumiki waves you forward and megumi's got a little quirk in his lip, which is answer enough.

you nudge satoru again. 

"c'mon, you're scaring the kids." 

"they weren't scared when they poked me awake and tried to steal my socks." 

you turn back with raised eyebrows. tsumiki looks away guilty, and megumi's smile widens. but your eyes gleam, because satoru deserves at least that. and because all of them are terribly amusing. 

you roll your eyes when you turn around and there's a single blue eye looking into yours. "well, you're scaring them now. and obviously," you answer. "socks are criminal in bed." 

satoru tries to pinch you from under the covers, and you smack his hand away. "leave me to die," he says. 

"they're quivering, satoru," you say, trying not to laugh. "do you want them to cry? because they will. it's probably the bedhead. or maybe the morning breath. seriously, do you make out with your pillows when you sleep?" 

the covers move once again, and satoru's glare is vicious. "i do not have bedhead. or morning breath." 

"yeah, yeah, you're perfect." you pull the covers back down, even when he tries to initiate a brutal tug-of-war match, which you win, obviously. "grandpa, come on, it's almost ten-thirty." 

"i thought we made a rule that none of you can wake me up in the morning." 

"the rule was that we let you sleep in on sundays. and you're already awake. the kids want breakfast." 

"i know they already ate," satoru's eyes are blinding, "tsumiki told me." 

"well, i want to eat. get up." 

"go cook." 

"get up." 

"can't you see that i need to rest?" he gestures to his face, which looks typical and annoyed. "don't i look sick?" 

you pinch his arm. "i recall someone saying that they were impenetrable, and trivial illnesses wouldn't affect them." 

"i was wrong." 

"as usual," you give him a sweet smile. 

tsumiki and megumi have both crept up on the two of you, watching as you poke his cheek, trying to get a rise out of him. 

it's really not your fault that he looks cute with his hair smushed against his face, slightly sweaty. 

you always have preferred a disheveled satoru. when he's forgotten to put all of the pieces together. 

actually, grumpy, just-awake satoru might be your favorite. your teenage self certainly had a fondness for him. 

though you choose to believe that your tastes in men have since improved (they haven't, nor have they changed). 

"i just wanna sleep," he whines. "please?" 

"no. get up, because i don't want to hear your moaning while i'm trying to work." 

"you can't hear it from the office," satoru hisses, "and it's sunday. go take a nap." 

"i'll be sure to do that, right after i shove a toothbrush in your mouth." 

"go away," he moans, childishly, and turns on his side. "i feel like someone cut me in half. am i bleeding through the sheets? i don't think my organs are intact." 

you make a face. "that's disgusting. please don't talk about your organs in public. i thought this was a safe space." 

satoru huffs, but doesn't say anything back. 

"aww," you coo, while tsumiki climbs up the other side of the bed, putting her face right next to his. megumi lingers at your side. "is our baby sick?" 

"yes." 

"what does a sick baby need, guys? i don't remember." 

"a lobotomy," megumi whispers. 

you turn to him, eyes wide. "who taught you--actually. i already know," you look pointedly back to satoru, who's frowning. 

"i shared those thoughts with you in confidence," satoru hisses to megumi, and covers his face with a pillow this time. 

"cuddles, right? that's what you do when we're sick." 

you smile at tsumiki. "what a wonderful idea, miki. cuddles are exactly what baby needs." 

and so, with the grace of a thousand kangaroos, you jump on satoru, your body molding to his as you come face to face with the man, legs over his side, arm wrapping around his neck. 

satoru is very close, close enough that you almost can't tell that he's glaring at you. 

he's pretty like this, with gleaming skin and dull eyes. 

"was that supposed to hurt? because it didn't." 

it doesn't escape your notice that you can finger his cheekbones while he says this, no space between the two of you, and neither does the slight twitch of his lips. oh, yeah, you know satoru like this. with his attitudes and his lies. 

and you know, really, that this is exactly what he wants. attention, as per usual.  

"oh, good." you tug at his hair a bit with your other hand. "we've still got room. come on, children, we have to help our baby." 

tsumiki giggles, and she joins you, her face on your back as she lays on top of the two of you, barely a leaf in the pile. you can feel her smile against your muscles and you sigh out. "i think it's working." 

you tilt your head to look at megumi, who's staring at the three of you with a look of distaste on his face. "c'mon, megs. we need you." 

he gives you a 'really?' look, to which you respond with a nose scrunch, but eventually, he sighs. and then he promptly sits on satoru's feet, setting a hand on your legs so you know that he's there. 

"how are you feeling now, baby?" 

"smushed." 

"good. exactly how we like you." you nuzzle into his neck, breathing him in. he actually smells quite nice--and not that you'll admit it, but he doesn't have morning breath, the bastard. 

"are you sad?" tsumiki asks, softly, still concerned, but brighter now. she likes this almost as much as satoru. 

"yes," he huffs, again. 

but you all know he's lying, and when you dig your finger into his side, tickling him, the kids are quick to follow. 

work will have to wait. this is much more important. 

*

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[a-hazbin-reader]

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️ Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: F L U F F, a little saucy

Description: Domestic moments with Husband!Alastor when you two were alive ❤️

When you two were alive, it could sometimes be difficult to get a moment alone together due to your work schedules and other commitments

Not out of any lack of desire though, you both desperately wanted time together as a couple

Sometimes, on sunny days, Alastor would ditch the radio show to spend quality time with you. The two of you doing yard and housework together ❤️

Or he'll relax in a hammock outside, eyes closed, peaceful smile on his face and sunbathing without a care in the world. Unbeknownst to you, he's fondly watching your every move and waiting for you to come closer

You'll find yourself suddenly snatched up and pulled into his lap as you walk by, left with no choice but give in and let his strong arms hold you close

Not that you really mind, nuzzling under his chin and laying on top of him, your body practically melting as you relax

"You could've just said you wanted to snuggle, Alastor~"

He doesn't bother opening his eyes, his long fingers running through your hair soothingly as his other hand caresses your back

"I much prefer to keep you on your toes, my love~"

He soaks in the gentle kisses you place along his jaw and throat, completely content to lay there with you all day

It wouldn't be the first time you two spent the night in the hammock together

Or if he comes home to see you doing the dishes, Alastor can't help but hug you from behind. Pulling you back against him as he rests his chin on your shoulder

You can't help but let out a pleased hum as you lean back and try to catch his lips for a kiss, pouting when he teases you and flicking dish soap at him

It only makes him laugh and grab your jaw, guiding your lips to his own so he can give you a proper kiss before reluctantly pulling away

"Here darling, let me help you so we can relax together a little faster..."

He gives you a happy squeeze before settling in next to you, rolling up his sleeves and helping you by drying off whatever you hand him

You're reading a book on the couch? He wants you to sit in his lap, pulling you close and resting his head against you while he listens to the radio

Though how you can concentrate on your book with his thumb rubbing innocently on your hip and lips vibrating against your head as he hums is beyond me

You're reaching for something on the top shelf? He suddenly plucks it away and holds it up above your head, his grin is devilish as you stretch and grasp for it

He only gives it back once you plead and give him a kiss, only to steal it away for a second time because he's a greedy man who wants more kisses from you

"Alastor!!"

"Just one more kiss, darling~ Then I promise to return it this time~"

Sometimes, when you're deep in thought, you'll fiddle with your wedding ring and it always catches Alastor's eye. The sight of it fills him with pride and happiness at the memories it brings

He'll catch your wrist and startle you out of your thoughts, pressing his lips gently against your ring, then your fingers, then your wrist...

Before you know it, you're stuck between your husband and the wall, getting the life kissed out of you. Not that you mind, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks and keep him from pulling away

Not that he plans to, not anytime soon...

You secretly love it when his glasses get dirty, peering curiously at his face and reaching for them, enjoying the soft blush on his cheeks

"Tsk~ Tsk~ You've got a bit of something right here...~"

Alastor can't help but stare as you wipe off his lenses, treating them as if they're something precious. His entire face tingles pleasantly as you slide them back on for him

"Ahem! Thank you, my dear..."

He's definitely not blushing because his wife cleaned his glasses for him, or because you kissed his nose afterwards 😤

On days when he's feeling particularly needy, Alastor will sometimes purposefully put his bow tie on just a smidge crooked.

He'll feign embarrassment as you fuss and readjust it for him, wiping off and straightening the rest of his outfit for him as you do

He loves it when you dote on him, rewarding you afterwards by drawing you in by your hips and kissing you breathless

"You're a lifesaver, darling~ I'd be such a mess without you~"

If he can, Alastor will go on nightly walks with you. Using the darkness as an excuse to hold you close to him and the stars as a romantic conversation piece

He's a genius 👏 🙌 👌

His heart melts when you sigh happily and rest your head against him, eyes on the sky. Your warm embrace on his arm makes him relax and nuzzle his face into your hair

Only to be caught by surprise when you suddenly place your hand on his cheek and guide his face towards your own, lips nearly touching

"It's such a beautiful night, Alastor...thank you for taking the time to do this with me."

The sight of the gentle blush on your face along with the proximity of your lips is enough to get his own blush going. His pulls you in closer instinctively, both arms wrapping around you

"I should be the one thanking you, my darling wife..."

You're both leaning in for the kiss only to have the moment ruined by a stray cat jumping out of the bushes and startling to two of you. Alastor jumping from surprise and you glomping onto your husband

Your combined efforts makes you both stumble and fall, Alastor holding you tightly as you both hit the ground and stare at the cat as it runs down the street away from you

The two of you stare at each other in silence before bursting into laughter and embracing each other tightly, wiping dirt smudges and pulling leaves off of each other.

Sometimes, Alastor will show up at your work to bring you lunch and flowers. It's definitely not as an excuse to remind everyone that you're married to HIM.

He just worries that the men you work with forget that you're happily married

Will absolutely dote on you and be over the top in praising you, touching you and helping you. All while looking like the most smug bastard in the room

It's all very obvious but still makes you swoon and blush every time

Going to bed with Alastor has to be one of the most rewarding things about being married to him though

Something about being under the blankets with him, one arm wrapped loosely around you and your head on his chest

Listening to his heartbeat and taking in his scent as you drift off to sleep with your husband under your body

To periodically wake up trapped in his embrace only to be lulled back to sleep by his soft snoring

Sometimes you wake up in the same position you fell asleep in, and other times you wake up under him, his face buried in your neck

Things like that are just things that the two of you have never gotten tired of experiencing together. No matter how many years you've spent together in hell

In fact, you both seem to cherish those domestic moments together just a little bit more now than ever ❤️

Little things I've just been thinking about lately 🥰

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi bisexual sex ed person batman

Do you think teenagers masturbating to porn is bad or neutral

And also i have another question. We know young kids and sex is not a good match. Not questioning that. But do you know why, exactly? Like why is it traumatizing for a small kid to watch porn but not for a teenager. Like how does that work

Thank you in advance. And uh. Happy saturday

hi anon,

okay, so. I need you to understand that you're first question is basically this.

like, you want me to classify EVERY teenager who's ever jacked it to ANY kind of porn as either bad or neutral? good's not even an option? jesus christ.

let's say that I think any body jacking off to anything is for the most part a pretty morally neutral act so long as they're not cranking it on public transit or while spying on someone who is unaware of their presence and therefore unable to consent.

as for your second question, this is going to be unpopular but it's actually not inherently traumatizing for a prepubescent child to see porn. don't get me wrong, I'm in no way advocating for showing your baby porn instead of cocomelon or whatever, but there's no trauma button that automatically gets switched if it happens.

which I can say with a decent amount of firsthand experience because, you know, I work with kids, and I also work with their parents to talk about the experiences that they had as children. every time I teach my class I get parents telling me about how they found porn mags for the first time when they were young, in their parents' bedroom or in a gutter or, once, hidden in some farm equipment. and a lot of their kids have seen porn online by the time they're in the age range I teach (about 11 years old), whether accidentally or shown it a a crude prank by another child.

and for the most part they're like... completely fine. the adults who saw porn as kids grew up to be the kind of thoughtful, conscientious parents who want their kids to receive quality, inclusive sex education. most of their kids find it silly, because they can't imagine why adults might want to do something that looks so weird and awkward, or they get a little kick out of seeing something adult that they know is supposed to be off limits, or they don't get it and don't think much about it at all. hell, some of those kids will experience one of their first encounters with sexual arousal; that's a thing that's perfectly healthy for kids to experience and some are early bloomers!

some kids might find it confusing or upsetting, sure, but those kids also tend to put the magazine away or close the video very quickly. kids are, you know, people, and they're pretty good at just moving away from things that bother them. and discomfort is, ultimately, not the same thing as trauma.

to be sure, some kids have a long-term bad reaction, but there are often extenuating circumstances in that case. there are obvious cases in which porn is shown to a child specifically by an abuser, but I've also found that for a lot of people what causes their long-term psychological distress wasn't them seeing porn but the way their caregivers reacted to it, making the child feel ashamed and dirty without ever giving them an explanation for why the adults in their life reacted so negatively. that can create a huge burden that leaves people feeling shaky and insecure in their sexuality for decades after the fact.

once again, I just want to be super clear on this before anyone starts trying to make it seem like I think Coolsville sucks: I don't think little kids should be seeing a lot of porn! if a kid in your life is doing that, they should be directed gently away with a thoughtful explanation of what they've been looking at and why it's not a good fit for them at their age nor a good model of what real sexuality is like. it can be difficult to suppress the urge to panic and react harshly, even if you feel it's in the kid's best interest, but they deserve an explanation that will make clear that they're not the one in the wrong.

but, again, there's not a switch in a child's brain that automatically traumatizes them if they see a titty.

[thatfreshi]

Can I request an Astarion x reader fic where the reader keeps getting hit on/cat called by random people, and she brushes it off at first but it slowly becomes evident that it really bothers her, and needs someone to intervene or comfort her?

TW - Sexual harassment, threat of kidnapping

Recommended Song: Used - SZA FT. Don Toliver

Ah taverns, such wondrous places of inebriation and sloppy people of all creeds. You and Astarion are party people, despite his introverted nature. It's more about being two people thriving in chaos, playing the other patrons like pawns to make the night exciting, flirting with a stranger to snatch their drink from the bar, and all of those morally grey things. Sure, maybe it's not ethical to steal, but it sure is fun.

It's not a secret that you are two of the most good-looking regulars, but it's also well-known that you're severely monogamous. In fact, it's gotten very close to voyeurism multiple times, which has gotten you kicked out of a couple places. You don't mind public displays of affection, even if they're a little far gone at times. All of that to say, it's hard not to notice when you arrive.

Ever since the death of Cazador, you've been living in luxury. Despite rejecting ascension, Astarion didn't mind getting his hands all over the stockpile of gold and jewels the Szarrs had at their estate. After all, you'd say he deserves it. It's almost like being nobility, adorned in gorgeous clothing amongst the common people, and yet you fit in quite well. This rich adornment came with tight-fitting gowns, gorgeous lace pieces, corsets of the highest quality. Those also didn't go unnoticed, but this night in particular some people crossed the line.

You and Astarion brought your own bottle of wine to start the evening, something to get you loose enough to put up with whatever was on tap. Occasionally you'd befriend some strangers, just for the evening. Astarion had a bad habit of making jokes about his vampirism, so you often avoided speaking to the same people again in case they'd look past his sarcasm.

This night in particular you'd come across quite the fun group, and you'd kindly shared some of your wine with them, which was a most rare occurrence. Soon enough you ran out, and Astarion offered to grab something else for the table.

"I'll be right back darling."

He has a habit of disappearing in most circles, but he's always nearby when it comes to you, especially in a place like this. Of course he's protective of you, all you truly have is each other. He'll walk to the bar and purchase a new bottle, keeping eyes, or at least ears on you the entire time he's away. Perks of loving an elf, as his heightened senses have come in handy multiple times.

"Well, that man of yours certainly is something."

A human man comments from across the table, taking a sip of your fancy wine.

"I know."

You smirk, taking a sip of your drink.

"I can't imagine he's all that in the bedroom though."

You almost spit out your wine, surprised by the audacity of this complete stranger.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?"

"Just someone who thinks you could do better."

"And what makes you say that?"

"Well, I could bed you for a change."

You almost want to throw up at how bold this man is being. Instead of dragging the conversation on any further, you grab your drink and go to stand up, trying to eye Astarion from across the room. The tavern was awfully busy, far more than usual. After realizing he was nowhere in sight, you move to make your way to the bar. Suddenly, there's a hand in your hair, yanking you back.

"Well that's no way to treat a nice young man, now is it?"

This human snarls in your ear. No one seems to notice the situation, as the crowd is bustling. It's not often you get scared of random tavern goers, but this man is far more handsy than others.

"Unhand me."

You go to grab for the knife hidden under the slit of your dress, realizing you forgot to grab it on the way out. Of course, tonight of all nights. Realizing you were trying to grab for a weapon, the human twists your wrist behind your back, making you yelp in pain.

Astarion had a hard time hearing that night because of all the overlapping conversation, but that sound was all he needed for his ears to perk up and for him to abandon his drink mission. He has a keen sense for knowing when you're in danger.

"Adorable, you think you're that strong huh?"

He goes to feel where you reached for your knife, lingering on your leg a little too long. Then, he freezes.

"Excuse me sir, could you show me where your pulse is in your neck? Make sure your blood's still pumping?"

Astarion has his dagger in hand behind your attacker. The human starts shaking, and slowly creeps his hand off of your leg and onto his neck.

"Very good. Now, if you'd like to keep that precious sustenance pumping through your veins and don't want me to pop your jaw out of it's socket, you'll unhand my wife."

He points the tip of his dagger right where the neck meets the jawline, almost drawing blood. Soon after the human unhands your hair, and scrambles away, not before Astarion leaves the tiniest knick in his neck: a reminder. You turn around and embrace the vampire, finally catching your breath. He lets you stay wrapped around his side as he guides you out of the tavern.

"Are you alright my love? Did he hurt you?"

"Just my scalp a little. I forgot my knife before we left, stupid mistake."

He lifts your chin up to make eye contact with him.

"You shouldn't have to be armed so some man won't harass you. Would I prefer you to have a weapon on you? Of course, but if you ever can't protect yourself, I will."

You start to tear up a little. It's been a while since you've been that scared, and no one seemed to notice. What would've happened if Astarion was too late?

"Look at me."

He wakes you from your thoughts.

"Let's go home. Perhaps this isn't the right place for us."

You wrap your arm around his, holding onto his sleeve. Darkvision is nice at times like this, since he can see much further than you. The walk home is quiet, and he doesn't mind. However, he is constantly eyeing nearby alleyways in case that man decides to get smart with him. When you get home you ball up on the sofa, and he makes sure the door is double-locked, something he doesn't often do considering he made the locks himself. He makes his way to the sofa, the plush velvet making a nice contrast to rickety wooden chairs of the tavern.

"Come here darling."

He pulls you back to lay on him, and he unclasps your necklace, placing it gently on the nearby table.

"Astarion?"

You look up at him.

"Yes my love?"

Tears prick at your eyes again. You have a hard time getting the words out, as if it's an embarrassing question.

"Will... will you always keep me safe?"

Your voice wavers. He starts massaging your shoulders.

"Of course my sweet Tav, I'll keep you safe as long as you live."

His voice lowered, a certain serious tone taking hold. Part of him felt guilty things even went as far as they did tonight, but he promised himself he'd never let it happen again.

"I love you."

He smiles. It's not often you just say 'I love you' to one another, it's usually said in many different ways, in actions, in pet names. You save it for serious moments, when it feels important to remind each other of your love, how it binds you.

"I love you too darling."

Nothing else is said. Soon enough you fall asleep as he rubs your back, peaceful and safe.

[lost-seal]

I wanted to analyze all the bedrolls in mouthwashing. Why? Because something is bothering me so I'm reaching out for opinions. SPOILERS FOR THE GAME, btw.

Now I haven't searched through the whole game for every single instance of a bedroll, I'm just looking at the main ones we see. Any images are screenshots from a video so sorry if the quality is bad.

Swansea's

His is surrounded by bottles (can't tell if empty or not), and is outside Utility. Most likely so he can guard Utility better. Interestingly enough, this was the bed that Daisuke was placed on after the vent incident. I guess Swansea had no more reasons to guard Utility anymore, or even sleep for that matter. Plus I think it's closest to where they found Daisuke. Correct me if I'm wrong.

Anya's

Her's is next to the Polle statue. I read a theory that she put her bed there because it goes off automatically when someone goes near it. That way it alarms her and potentially wakes the others up if someone gets too close. I think that's very plausible, and makes Jimmy breaking it sad.

Another thing that caught my attention is that she's sleeping away from Jimmy. I don't know the term, but like, her head is furthest from Jimmy while her feet are closest. Once again, maybe so that she really hears Polle when someone gets too close.

Daisuke's and Jimmy's

(because they're so close together I might as well mention them together)

This one makes me feel the most anxious, given what we know about Jimmy... He's also close to Anya's too, but not one toss-and-turn away like he is with Daisuke. They are so close that when Jimmy wakes up because Curly's cries are echoing through the halls, you can hear Daisuke breathing without needing to get up. Not snoring, no, small shallow breathes through the mouth.

Which also means Daisuke is a mouth breather but let's not get side-tracked.

They sleep next to each other before AND after Swansea and Anya's talk. Which either means that A) Anya didn't tell Swansea about what Jimmy did to her and her current situation, maybe instead discussing how she thinks Jimmy was the one to actually crash the ship. B) She did tell him and Swansea didn't tell Daisuke because he thought Jimmy wouldn't do that to him. That's all sorts of messed up, especially when we know he's much younger and is easy to manipulate if you say the right words. As we learn how Swansea was able to keep Daisuke away from helping with the foam, he doesn't tend to question things if it's from someone he views highly (With Swansea > Jimmy in the hierarchy).

It makes me feel nervous about what could have been, or even possibly about what's already happened and we'll never learn about it.

Also Daisuke sleeps with his boots on. What. Why? Is it dev reasons? Wild.

All in all neither Anya or Daisuke should be close to Jimmy there's so much space there please move away.

[theminecraftbee]

Tango makes a terrible, terrible face as he walks into Grian's new creation. Bit rude, he thinks that is, but whatever. Grian waves his arms out, getting ready to show Tango more than he'd shown him when the practice room was still in-progress, when Tango says:

"What did you do to it?"

"Huh?"

Tango shudders. He folds his arms over himself and looks at Jellie the ravager. "What did you do to it. To this place. Why is it... warm?"

"I mean, it's not really warm, see it's all white so it actually doesn't retain heat very well, even with the froglamps, so I had to do some work to make sure the temperature was appropriate for heavy physical activity while not risking frostbite the way the actual dungeon does, and..."

Grian trails off.

"The point is that it's mostly just, I don't know, mild temperature? Unnoticeable temperature? The fact you commented on it is weird."

There's a strangely echoing quality to Tango's voice as he steps back again, against the door to the practice room. "It's clean."

"Yeah. I mean, that's the aesthetic, isn't it? Wiped clean of everything but the ravager, the water, and the drowned. None of the distractions. Good for practicing, you know?" Grian squints. "You should like it. You said you'd like it. Wanted people to be able to practice so they'd do better at the dungeon."

Tango shudders again. "You've wiped clean the ravagers, too. I can't... touch her."

"What?" Grian says, baffled.

"What have you done to this place," Tango says.

"Listen, I won't have you insulting my clean room," Grian says. "I cleaned it of all the dungeon bits. It's nice and easy and white and understandable. I won't have you corrupting it."

Hm. Not sure where that one came from, he realizes. Probably a bad sign. He'd certainly guess as much from Tango, who is staring at him with something akin to horror.

In a voice that echoes like a card readout, Tango says: "You won't do this in the dungeon. You'll feed us what's left from this. Or I'll have to ask you to move it."

Grian rolls his eyes. "Geez, yeah, I won't touch the actual dungeon! I already broke the sound test room, I'm not breaking any really important redstone. Now, do you want to see the drowned dodging room or not?"

"I'm horrified to find out what happened to the drowned, if this is your ravager."

Grian looks between Jellie's blank stare and Tango and throws up his hands. "Nothing! I did nothing to her! I have no idea what you're on about!"

"It's like you bleached their insides," mutters Tango. "Bleached everything. It's not natural."

"Not natural? Like you're one to talk!"

"I need to know. Show me," Tango says.

"Right then. Take off your armor first, I don't want Jellie getting thorned or something, then let's practice some dodging and get in there. Then you'll see this is a perfectly normal set of eerie white rooms and leave me alone, right?"

Tango makes a face.

"I don't know why I bother. Honestly. You'd think I'd done something weird," Grian says, and then neither of them talk much, on account of the ravager trying to chew their faces.

[aubaee]

hidden love — s.jy

enhypen jake head cannon

warnings: college!au, age gap by two years with Jake, reader attends a different uni from him.

brother's best friend!Jake who first encountered you from a young age in middle school.

brother's best friend!Jake whom you haven't seen in a while ever since your older brother chose to attend a university with Jake three hours away from home.

brother's best friend!Jake greeted you with a bright smile, approaching you with a hug whilst messing up your hair.

"You're still the same height the last time I saw you," he playfully teases.

brother's best friend!Jake whom you have a small crush on since your first year of high school.

brother's best friend!Jake whom you have a bantering relationship with since you're both competitive.

"Nuh-uh, it's out of bounds!"

brother’s best friend!Jake who has a golden retriever vibe, in which you have a tendency to pat his head when he does something cute.

brother’s best friend!Jake who has a great sense of fashion taste, sometimes helping you pick out which clothes to buy when you ask.

brother's best friend!Jake who used to hang out at your house after school back then.

brother's best friend!Jake whom you have daily walks with Layla.

brother's best friend!Jake who’s love language is quality time.

“Want to build Lego’s with me downstairs?”

brother's best friend!Jake is great at playing sports such as soccer, baseball, badminton, and rugby.

"Let's take a break! I'm sweating too much, look-"

brother's best friend!Jake who is academically smart with honors.

brother's best friend!Jake who plays the violin for his school band.

brother's best friend!Jake who used to tutor you on your studies.

brother's best friend!Jake who easily gets scared from the loudest noise, especially when you drag him along to the horror night events, which he doesn’t really mind as long as he’s with you (in this case, he’s either hiding behind you or leaving you behind)

brother's best friend!Jake whom you tried to move on from your one-sided love by going on dates and hanging out more with friends.

brother's best friend!Jake whom you can't avoid at the house when he comes over during university breaks.

"Did I do something wrong?" He grasped onto your wrist, stopping you from your track, "You're acting different than usual."

brother's best friend!Jake who just realized he has feelings for you when he picked you up from your college dinner outing.

brother's best friend!Jake who looks out for you when you're attending parties with him and your brother.

brother’s best friend!Jake who wraps his arms around you from behind, glaring at the guy in front of you who’s been pestering you nonstop at the party.

“Who’s this, love? Is he bothering you?”

brother’s best friend!Jake who lends you his hoodies, loving the way you look in them, which are still in your closet. he'll switch out the hoodies once in a while so his cologne lingers a bit longer when you do wear them.

brother’s best friend!Jake who makes you blush by complimenting you every chance he gets.

"Your smile is so pretty."

"You look beautiful today."

brother’s best friend!Jake who you encountered at the movies with your close friends.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here. What movie did you watch?"

"Let me drive you back home."

"Do you want to eat dinner together?"

brother's best friend!Jake who secretly enjoys having you play with his long hair, of course he won't admit it.

brother's best friend!Jake who pouts when you don't focus your attention on him.

brother's best friend!Jake who loves cooking ramen for you when you come over to his house.

brother's best friend!Jake who becomes awkward seeing you cry, in which he tries to comfort you with hugs.

"I hate seeing you cry.."

"Let's go to that spot you've been wanting to go, my treat."

brother's best friend!Jake who charms you with his smile.

"I know I'm handsome but you might want to close your mouth before a fly goes in."

“I’m starting to think you have a crush on me.”

a/n: hii, i'm back with another short cannon~ as you can tell, this is inspired by the c-drama "hidden love". i totally recommend watching it! im in love with the trope. I hope you enjoyed reading this~ Jake really has that older brothers best friend vibe. do you also get that from him or is it just me? lol btw have you watched ENHYPENs performance at KCON LA '24?? im so happy they added paranormal and fatal trouble into the setlist. ENHA really is the main event there, it felt like their concert. im so glad they had fun performing.

ENGENES if you have the time, pls: -> VOTE for XO on ALLCHART app under 'PRE-VOTE' -> VOTE ENHYPEN on the UPICK app under 'KWDA Boy Group Popularity Award' -> STREAM XO on YT, Stationhead, or Spotify We need more man power in regards to streaming and voting so we can help our boys earn more awards. If you have any questions, just lmk and i'll try my best to guide you. ^^

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[sleep-0-deprived]

I need a harem of yandere sub headoverheels men so bad like wtf. I wanna spoil them give them kisses and fuck them so good. Letting them discus the schedule and stuff, if watching as they argue but taking control when things get too out of control, letting them know who's boss like,,,

Head over heels! Pretty boys who are so in love with you it's not even funny. They're all success men too,,, You being a above average man, working in some sort of high end company. Your daily life is regular, come to work, smile, chat with customers, etc. But your home life? Heh..

CEO!bf who is one of your longest subs, he's been with you since middle school! Practically stuck to the hip. Such a cute boyfriend he is.. So powerful, a strong and charismatic man. He's an amazing guy, an even amazing CEO. The girls in the company or even outsiders love him! You can always hear people saying "gosh is he single..??" "Shit! He's coming do i look good?" "What can i do for just one night.." "You think this aphrodisiac will work on him??" Etc etc, it'd funny really, you try your best not to show pity to them. Especially hard to not show pity when you see the hopeful gaze of his secretaries.

Because you know just how much of a slut he is for you, and you only. Pretty boy won't even eat if you don't allow him to.. Such an obedient man, you make sure to spoil him lots at home, kissing his tears of happiness away, looking at his fucked face, tears slipping down from how happy he is to be with you..

Pretty boy ceo! Bf who tries so hard to please you. He's a confident man. He knows he looks good. Immediately buying that pretty lingerie he saw your eyes trail down on a second too long the other day..Ceo!bf who doesn't mind having to share you! As long as he can be yours!

Ceo! Bf is not a crybaby by any means, he's just so happy, and when you embrace him, you bothering to make time for him between your many boyfriends makes hin really happy he can't help but cry when you fuck him so sweetly, kissing his lips so tenderly.. Spoiling him with handmade cheesy gifts, romantic dates, a delicious meal. Even though he can easily buy those things (and much better quality one can argue) himself but the fact that it's from you makes it priceless. You often go out and buy him things too! He'd try to deny it, saying he feels bad because he can use his own money and doesn't want to be a burden on you but how can he say no when you look so dejected like that...

Taking the gifts and kissing you as thanks, only for you to wake up with money 3x the price of said item in your bank account. Oh boy...

Ceo! Bf who invites you over to his luxurious suite after a hefty argument with the other boyfriends on why he gets to have you for a full week. Surprising you with a romantic candel lit dinner, pouring you the wine that you wanted to try yesterday.. What surprised you most is the fact that he offered to try something new that night, showing you a bottle of something you've never had before and telling you that it might have. Intrigued, you agree, trusting him fully.

He smiled, pouring said drink into both of your wines. Guiding you to the baths with a soft kiss on the back of your hand, putting the dirty dishes on the sink for the servants to deal with.It seems that the drink worked well, perhaps too well on him as it worked faster than he had expected. He could feel himself getting hot and uneasy, his body feels like it's burning.

Looking back at you with glossy eyes he can't help but want to sob when he saw how unaffected you are, just massaging his back as if you didn't know his intention with that drink!

Ceo!bf who couldn't take it anymore when you ask him if he's sick on the bed. He's panting, face red and sweaty with a huge hard on goddamit! How could he resist begging when you're cooing on his ear, telling him to be honest to you.Oh how sweet it was.

Ceo!bf apologized over and over, begging you to touch him. Yet you didn't even need to touch him, telling him to cum and he's already having a dry orgasm! Though, it's not like you can hold yourself back much longer, afterall he gave it to you too. <3

Doctor! Bf who's a renowned doctor for many years, he's a nonchalant man, who smiles warmly giving patient's hope even with the scariest conditions. Everyone loves him dearly, and his skills makes him all the more loveable and amazing. His good looks makes him a trending doctor, making people line up just to see him it's kind of funny. Many people hope to win his heart one day, flirting with him and becoming his regular. Though, like CEO! Bf, he never wavers. He just smiles softly and politely declines. He never bothered on following with their advances.

Doctor!bf who is also your primary physician. Doctor!bf who's especially warm to you, making sure you're comfortable and happy. Kissing the back of your hand whenever he's about to leave or when he meets you again (and if you prefer to keep things a secret he'll happily do it in private for you) And when you're sick at home he makes sure to take care of you, even when he's busy he always makes sure to give proper instructions to the others on what to do so you'll be healthy again. Doctor!bf who sometimes can't get enough sleep because of the demands for him on field. Who still tries to take care of you and make sure you're well even when he's tired. Who lets out soft tears when you kiss him so warmly, kissing his chest, his cheek, his body, everything about him. Who you spoil everytime you can, who you spoil by massaging his body even though he refuses but gives in anyway because he can't say no to you.

Doctor bf! Who can't help but smile when you kiss the back of his hand in return or when you'd let him rest while your hands work it's magic. Who lets you do as you please, surrendering himself to you and letting you do anything you want to him, who will just take it and smile even when you say something like "what if i make you fuck a stranger? Or someone that hates me so much, letting them who wants to hurt me, fuck you. Hm?",, You know he doesn't want to, he only wants you to touch his body but he wants to make you happy. (Not that you'd let just about anyone touch your boyfriends anyway as if. They're your precious.) Still, it's kind of endearing to know that they'll do anything just to make you happy! (He wonders if you'll make him have a toy inside one day while he's at work, though he knows you'll never do that to him when he's working.)

Doctor!bf who is offered a special drink by you at the date you planned for him, a glossy pink-purple mocktail you apparently made with a secret ingredient (one that you apparently got after your week out with Ceo!bf). Saying "cheers, my love" Before he gulps it, complimenting you for it. He's so happy right now.Though that happiness turned into pure want and need when he struggles to stay still in bed, waking up from a wet dream with his body feverishly hot and a very visible hard on. He's not dumb, he immediately could tell what the reason for his condition was.

But still, he couldn't help but think if this is the ingredient that ceo gave you, what did you do with him? Did you softly kiss his neck as your hands tease the male's nipples? Your maybe putting him in a mating press as you fuck him roughly under the effects of lust,,,, ah fuck he came by just the thought of you..

Model!bf extremely pretty and insanely popular and has a high demand. Very picky about who he works with and is bot afraid to reject people (no matter if it's big brands or popular people). He also prefers to ask your opinion on thing, is he too revealing for the photo shoot? Should he tone down his sex appeal? Should he eat this today? Can he meet with x or work with y? He trusts you that you want the best for him!

You're not his manager but he prefers you to take control over his manager anyday, often asking you for things then telling the decision to the manager.Model! Bf is not rude by any means, he's well liked but he's just aloof most times. The thing that makes him care for others is the fact that you care for them, which means if he wahts your affection he has to show you he can be kind like you. So he does just that.

Model!bf who gives you sad puppy eyes. Saying that you've spent your days with the other two and asking you to spend time with him too. who takes you out to a fancy dinner and gets ready for you, inviting you over to his suite one night, only for you to be greeted with your sweet boyfriend in a sexy Lingerie and tied up with silk to the bed frame as soon as you got off the shower. Sex toys layed for you to choose and abuse him with.

Oh how he loves that primal look on your eyes, especially because he knows you can't hold it in much longer. Especially not with the effects of a certain something in your system..

Oh how he's grateful to ceo!bf for telling him this..

I need this sm!~ just imagine each day of the week having a different boyfriend to bend over and use like a toy! Sending the doctor bf a video of how good you were fucking CEO boyfriend just to get him all jelly and pent up at work coming back home in a silent huff actin like he doesn’t even want you….well until you walk out of the shower then he’s all over you he can’t possibly handle seeing how good you fucked CEO boyfriend I mean how could you be so cruel to him? He wants the same treatment too! ₍ᐢ≧ x ≦ᐢ₎

And poor Model boyfriend is just a little pillow princess for you, bent over drooling on himself in a slutty pink thong making a sticky mess (≧▽≦) half pulled aside with his cock pressed to it all hard but you’re far to busy fucking CEO boyfriend to give his slutty hole the cock it craves…how unfair!….his thumbs can’t help but rub and prod his little rose bud squealing in the back stage of one off his shoots, guess he’ll just have to tell his real manager sorry!….whats that white stain on some of the modeling clothes?…oops ᕱ⑅ᕱ

During your week stay with CEO boyfriend you were having this man any and every way you could! If your face wasn’t buried between his two cheeks eating him out like a rabid bunny then what were you truly doin?….maybe even getting some ideas from your Model! Boyfriend and get CEO boyfriend in a cute bunny but plug!.. /(˃ᆺ˂)\ havin him all bent over his desk or pressed up to the window in his own company~ turnin him into a little slut for your cock biting at his neck having your phone conveniently recording on his desk?….gosh he can’t even think what it’s for, tsk~ what a dumb little bunny ain’t he…. ₍ᐢ.‸.⑅ᐢ₎↝

[sadlittleratboy]

People always seem to think Tomura is shy and like...I just can't see it. He has this unwavering confidence in himself, paired with just generally not giving a fuck what people think.

I mean, he's not smooth or cool by any stretch of the imagination, but he also wouldn't try to be. He's a weird NEET that doesn't like people much. You knew you were signing up for. Tomura would probably have to be pretty comfortable with you to develop feelings anyway, which means you two are way past probably everyone saw it coming before he worked out what it really was.

Also, you definitely don't get special treatment over the league. You're just as important, of course, and likely a member of the league yourself, but he cares about his people. He probably takes care of you the same way he does them, just buying you random things and lurking around you like a cat. In that same way, he trusts in your skills, and isn't any more protective of you than he is the rest of the league, unless you genuinely need it. He's strong enough to protect you, so it's not a big deal to him.

Tomura doesn't flirt, but if you're the shy type you probably will wish he did, because instead he just looks at you and says whatever he's thinking. "You're kind of needy, not that I mind." "You make such a cute face when you want attention." "I know full well you know the controls, but if you need an excuse to sit in my lap then I'll teach you again." He will tease you whether you're a boy, girl, or other. It doesn't matter if he's the top or the bottom in your relationship, or if you're bigger than him (which let's be real, he's a 5'9" twink weighing in at 130 pounds, so it's likely that you'll be bigger in some way). He's just like this. Honestly he's not teasing you on purpose, this is just how he shows affection. These moments are unprovoked, and impossible to see coming.

He doesn't really talk much, but he will listen to you go on for hours about whatever you want, joining in only if he has something to say. He likes sharing space with you. Quality time and casual touch is important, so it may come off that he's possessive, but it's actually the opposite. He's not the jealous type, because he trusts you. He's also not really likely to notice any flirting (towards either of you) unless you tell him, and even then you would have to ask him to deal with it (or the person would have to be clearly bothering you) for him to do anything. God help you if you're the jealous type.

You can't really embarrass him either. If you try to tease him by asking why he's done something romantic (romantic for HIM, anyway), he'll simply say it's because he wanted to, or he'll straight up say it's because he likes you. "I did it because we're together. Isn't that obvious?" That doesn't mean you can't make him blush or fluster him, though. Tomura isn't used to affection, much less anything unconditional. Compliments, sweet words, and physical affection that you initiate are bound to get to him, but the most effective is just simply taking care of him. If you make sure he eats or take care of his injuries he kind of forgets how to do anything other than nod. He's flustered and overwhelmed with affection, and the best part is that he's AWFUL at taking care of himself, so you can do this as much as you want honestly.

Generally Tomura would be a good partner. He notices things about people and remembers them. He takes care of the people around him and considers their dreams and wishes. He's not a normal boyfriend by any means. Dates are rarely an outside thing, because even with hiding his appearance he just doesn't like being around people, but you still spend a lot of time together. He's not good at communicating the way other people do, but he does communicate. Sometimes he's genuinely lost as to how to help, especially if you're upset about something, but he WILL try.

Also arguments wouldn't be that difficult to solve, because he will straight up state his issue, and if it gets too heated he'll just walk off and come back when things have calmed down. He doesn't work up easily (we can see this with how patient he is with league members, so a pre-league Tomura might be a little worse in this area), and would rather just talk and find a solution. We don't see him yell often, so I think he probably doesn't like to, but also won't let you yell at him either.

Basically you're dating a loser gamer with zero shame and so much love for you, and that loser also just so happens to be Shigaraki Tomura, one of the largest villains in Japan.

[s-awturn]

Pilots and their love languages || F1 Grid

cw: superficiality, slightly suggestive, PDA and non-PDA and I don't know what else to say, so blah blah blah

starring: LH44, CS55, CL16, LN4, OP81, MV1

a/n: I'm testing something new, so please bear with me 😩 for now it will be just these pilots because they are my favorites here, as I get used to this format, I can include more pilots. Anyway, enjoy!

LEWIS HAMILTON - Acts of service

Lewis knows that you are inattentive and forget to eat, sometimes you fall asleep in the office while you are working, you forget your things when you are in a hurry, And luckily for you, your fiancé is always attentive to these details. So he always checks his things, whether he has his keys, whether he has had his coffee properly or whether he is about to finish his work at the office. No matter how much you tell him that he doesn't need to worry, Lewis loves taking care of you and making sure your needs are met, even the most basic ones.

"Sorry for giving you so much trouble, you must be tired from training"

"Nah, I'm fine and taking care of you is no work at all, it's a pleasure for me"

CARLOS SAINZ - Gifts

Carlos loves to give gifts and his generosity knows no bounds, especially for you, he loves to present you with whatever he thinks you like. Did you like that book? It's yours. Did you show interest in a bracelet? It'll be on your wrist before you know it. You've lost count of how many times you've talked to him about it, your closet couldn't fit anything else! But how could you deny it? Whenever your boyfriend arrived with that lost puppy dog look, you knew what was coming, Carlos knew you couldn't resist that look.

"You can't blame me for wanting to see my girl happy"

"You make me happy and as much as I love your gifts, I don't need them, I already have you"

CHARLES LECLERC - Physical touch

No matter where, no matter who is watching, Charles will always have his hands on you. Whether it's holding your hand, wrapping his arms around your waist or kissing you. PDA is not a problem for him, the Monegasque loves to show how much he loves you, he is completely ok with the idea of kissing you in the street, of fixing your hair when necessary or keep his hand on your thigh while chatting with friends in a cafe. As long as he touches you, the world could end.

"Charl, there are reporters here, they're going to make a huge deal out of this..."

"They can say whatever they want, I won't keep my hands off you, chérie. "

LANDO NORRIS - Words of affirmation

When you first met Lando, you could have sworn he was the gift or physical touch guy, so it was a big surprise to find out he was the words of affirmation guy. You'd often find notes around the apartment, or receive sweet messages at random times of the day, and Lando was the best at captioning his Instagram photos; He wants you to have no doubts about his feelings, so any chance he gets to tell you how he feels about you, he will.

"Are you paraphrasing Edward Cullen's wedding vows?"

"It was either Twilight or Romeo and Juliet... I chose the one where the characters stay alive... Figuratively speaking"

OSCAR PIASTRI - Quality time

Oscar is aware that he doesn't have much free time between races, so there aren't many good breaks he can enjoy with you. Knowing this, Oscar doesn't mind spending as much time with you as possible; It doesn't matter what you do, you can read, watch a series, having a skin care session, talk or just be silent, he just needs some time with you. It could be an hour or five minutes, as long as he's with you, it's fine.

"Are you sure I'm not bothering you here?"

"Baby, you never get in my way, I just need a few minutes with you before the race, alright?"

MAX VERSTAPPEN - Quality time

Just like Oscar, Max likes to spend as much time with you as he can, and that time is usually spent doing activities that focus on the two of you. Max will trade any party, any event for an afternoon at home watching his favorite movies or sitting by the window of your apartment, talking while it rains. Max really appreciates these moments because he knows they don't happen often, they both have very demanding jobs and he values every minute he has with you.

"Choose any movie you want, I'll watch whatever it is, as long as it's with you"

"And you still say you're not romantic"

Gif credits: rb19, callumilott, quadrantslandonorris, walkingonanunknownpath, artemispt and yungbludz

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