#i feel so... shy?? embarrassed?? about this whole thing but i feel like this everytime i post smut

[anawrites3]

Alright, to sum up what I have for the sugar daddy au so far:

very stressed Dick who moved away from Bruce short time ago

Joey and Dick being college friends

Dick dissapearing one day (because Slade took him on vacation to some exotic place)

Dick being a sugar baby only because he needs money first, then discovering that he in fact likes it very much

Slade pretending he doesn’t have feelings for Dick

Dick in pretty and expensive clothes Slade bought him with jewelry to match

Dick in sexy underwear and/or bathing suit

Dick in a slutty dress

Dick’s friends assuming that he’s in danger/Slade is dangerous

I’m already very excited! It’s going to be so fun and it’s going to be the most smutty thing I’ve ever written but oh well. If you have any ideas you still want add to the pool then feel free to leave a comment or an ask!

[spicygrilledscorpio]

Cat got her tongue - LN

Summary: Y/n is in heat and is too shy to ask for Lando’s help. While her lovely boyfriend decided to be a tease.

Warnings: SMUT, horny!shy!reader, teaser!Lando, fingering (f!receiving), pet names, penetrative sex, unprotected (don’t do that), orgasm denial (i think that’s it lemme know if missed any)

Notes: My first fic hit 1k i’m so happy, thank you for you guys support. Also still English is not my first language so sorry if anything sounds weird. Hopes you guys enjoy 💗

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Y/n is probably the shyest person Lando ever met, and that’s also his favorite thing about her. However surprisingly, Y/n and Lando have a very high sex drive. Because of y/n’s shyness, she never says no to Lando, but he always makes sure she’s ok with it of course.

However, today was another case. They were chilling on the sofa in Lando’s apartment. Her boyfriend was sitting on the ground playing Fifa while she was lying on the sofa reading her new book. Everything was going alright, Y/n managed to focus and successfully finish 2 chapters until she reached the “spicy part” of the book.

“With a groan, he pushes into her while she gasps out loud, adjusting to his size…”

Y/n’s face starts burning as she squeezes her thighs together as she looks down at her boyfriend. As much as y/n wants to ask Lando, which she knows he will be willing to help her, she’s too shy. Normally, y/n never has to ask for an orgasm, she’s actually getting too much of it. Lando’s friends tease him saying that they’re like bunnies, always on top of each other. However, in this particular situation, she needs him. Y/n tries to shift her attention back to the book, but the words just fly through her head and she can’t help but imagine Lando on top of her. Y/n’s whole body was on fire and her face practically looked like a tomato and ready to explode at any given moment.

“Lan-” Y/n can’t help but call out for his help

“Hm?” Lando asks, eyes still glued to the screen

Y/n sat up and looked at him but didn’t reply

“What’s wrong baby?” Lando turns around to look at her red face

Y/n still doesn’t reply but looks at him with teary puppy eyes, hoping he’ll get it and help her out. Lando did indeed figure out what’s going on with his girlfriend but instead of helping her out, he decided to be a tease

“Can’t help you if you don’t tell me, hm?” He questions in a teasing tone, moving up to join her on the couch, face only inches away from hers. His hands were on her hip as he guided her to straddle him. Y/n had her arms wrapped around Lando’s shoulder as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, still struggling to get her words out because of her shyness and the overwhelming feeling of needing to be satisfied. Hip grinding down onto his crotch letting out some quiet whimpers.

“Use your words, princess,” Lando said in a stern voice, whispering in her ears.

“Need you” Y/n can’t help but let out a small whimper, given she’s almost half naked, only wearing panties and Lando’s sweater, sitting on her fully clothed boyfriend.

“At least use your manners, god,” Lando says mockingly. Watching her cute face getting flushed everytime she gets shy, Lando just can’t stop teasing his beloved girlfriend. “What’s the magic word?”

“Please?” She mumbled into his neck

“God, you’re so fucking cute” Lando chuckled. Their hands moved down to take off her panties. His fingers start going up and down her folds, collecting your wetness. “You’re soaked”

Y/n’s face gets even redder, looking like a chili at this point. She hates it when he says things like that, just because it makes her even more embarrassed than before, which is also why he loves dirty talk, he loves seeing her crumble for him. Lando’s fingers start rubbing her clit in a circular motion, drawing soft moans from her.

“I-I’m close” Y/n moans as Lando inserts two fingers inside of of her. Thrusting in and out at a brutal speed, he starts scissoring her, touching her G-spot in every thrust. But just when she was about to cum, he took his fingers out. She finally removed her face from his neck just to look at him in confusion.

“Not yet”

“I want you to ride me” Lando whispers in her ears, sending shivers down her spine. Y/n frowns and pouts looking at him, not happy from being denied her orgasm and being demanded to ride her boyfriend. Well, not that she had a problem with it, just that she is shy, and she’s pretty much a “pillow princess”, and Lando loves her since he prefers being on top anyways. However, since he’s in the mood for teasing her to her breaking point, Lando makes her ride him.

“That’s the only way you’re getting off, princess” Lando states looking at your pouting face, extremely unsatisfied with her boyfriend.

Y/n shuffles to unzip his pants and pull down his boxer, revealing his hard member, now leaking precum. She lowers herself slowly, having a hard time adjusting to his size. After taking in all of him, Y/n starts bouncing on his cock. She tries biting her lips to muffle her moans, throwing a tantrum since she’s still not happy from her orgasm denial earlier. However, her intentions fail miserably, as Lando's hands sneak down to stimulate her clit and she can’t help but let out a loud moan. His mouth covered her nipple and start sucking it, adding to the pleasure.

Y/n’s legs were shaking from the overstimulation and her speed slowed down. She can barely ride him at this point and just grinds on him, but it wasn’t enough. She knows she needs his help, but still finds it hard to speak up.

“All you have to is ask, bunny,” Lando said as he saw her slowing down

“Please,” Y/n says with tears welling in her eyes, on the brink of rolling down.

Lando holds her hips and starts moving her up and down on him, combined with his thrusts upward, he’s hitting all the right spots. The sounds of their skins slapping together with wet sounds of her arousal and his precum filling the room. Y/n’s pretty sure that their sofa is ruined for good but that’s not their focus right now.

“Lan I’m cumming” The overwhelming feeling took over her, pushing her to the edge.

“Cum for me princess”

Y/n squeezes her eyes shut as she’s about to cum “Eyes on me baby” Lando demands, always loving to see her face when she’s falling apart for him. Y/n keeps eye contact with him while she cums, just the way he likes it, and lets out a loud squeal, milking him as he spills inside her. Lando lays her down on the couch as he pulls out of her, parting her legs and staring at his cum leaking out of her hole. Lando takes his phone takes a picture and puts it in his hidden album.

“Do you have to stare?” Y/n asks, squeezing her thighs together to hide it.

Lando just chuckled and went to get a towel to clean her up.

“I love you so much, even though sometimes i think cat got your tongues, you’re so cute”

[piggycyberwarrior]

How the Arcane Characters would react to a smart!s/o

a/n: hey guys so yeah.. i am backkk. love you all and pls request or talk to me if you want <3 don't be shy!!

Contains: Viktor, Vi, Ekko, Silco, Jinx

Disclaimer: Okay so i know people can be smart without reading books- but reading online articles or there are different reasons BUT there is no "world wide web" in the Arcane Universe. That is why the reader's a massive bookworm-kinda-smart person (?)

warnings: itsy bitsy teenie tiny mention of mature themes (turn on; feral) but NO further description; mentions of kissing (?), goofy Jinx (like what did you expect T-T) not proof read

let me know if i missed any warnings!!

Viktor

LOVES IT

like really he would be so thrilled to have a smart partner

would constantely go to the library with you- buying old science books or books about stuff that you like to read.

^ he never lets you buy them tho <3

Asks you when there are some issues with his work.. like this is such an honour (my bby has some issues when it comes to asking for help)

Viktor would always and I mean ALWAYS compliment you

-"look at my smart darling"

He just feels understood and so comfortable with you as you are on the same wavelenght as him

Loves to hear you ramble to him about the most random things at night, during walks, breakfast, in the morning, just simply at anytime

peppers your whole face with kisses while you ramble to him in the morning- loves to make you laugh, giggle or chuckle

Also adores it to have deep conversations with you

He just loves you<3

Vi

it would turn her on so much to be honest

like its so attractive (fr guys)

she would listen to you all the time, rambling and or reading to her- even tho she doesn't understand shit sometimes

loves it when you put her in her place when she did something stupid

also loves that you are a walking wikipedia

"Cupcake, what do you mean the dot over the "i" has a name??"

- " yeah its called the tittle or superscript dot- not only the dot over the i but also the dot on top of the j"

"WhAt?"

would constantely brag about you to EVERYONE like its almost embarrassing stopp vi please

used to steal you books from Piltover (still does it to be honest)

sometimes asks you if that one random fact she heard was true

loves to kiss you after you answered her question- as a price for being this smart <3

Ekko

lmao i don't know why but Ekko is such a sucker for intelligent/smart people

like dis man would be on his KNEES for you.

he would be always crafting stuff with you, always making sure you've got a new book in your hand, always kissing the ground you walk on

he wastes no time getting you anything that you need for your studies, crafts or freetime.

Has no shame- will show you off to EVERYBODY ON THIS GOD DAMN PLANET (like Vi)- especially to his teammates tho

loves loves LOVES to spend time with you and teach him the things you know or learned

"So the Midas effect is about people becoming more generous after a simple touch?" "Exactely, but the effect isn't scientifically proven- its just an assumption." "I see.."

also loves your fascination for knowledge

I'm sorry but he would go absolutely feral when he sees you teaching stuff to the small kids in the HQ.

it would make him so happy ngl

He would kiss you after that everytime- praising you that you're so smart

Silco

he would think it's so hot

Lets you read or craft in his office so he can watch you

^ it calms him

i don't think he would brag about you but he would be so proud of you neverthless

tells you that too

isn't stupid himself so he sometimes reads the books you enjoyed reading- he does that because he wants to know what you're talking about- never admits that tho

"What are you reading, handsome?- "Oh.. History of the World- it's quite interesting" you looked at him dumbfounded but quickly smiled "It really is interesting- the text structur is just beautiful!" you happily cheered

he loves it when you ramble to him at night- him laying on your chest and softly carding your fingers through his hair i love this man

just stares at you with that unreadable hot gaze of his when you start mumbling to yourself about some equations.

doesnt look all that dazed but on the inside he is GONE!!

he is so in love

grabs your chin and turns it to his face- pressing your lips onto his. Loves how you squeal- suprised that he interrupted your train of thought

Jinx

she adores it SO MUCH

constantely wants you to talk to her like she sits there- criscrossed, head resting in her palms- listening as if she has nothing else to do.

always wants you to tell her anything that you learned

^ she deadass throws a tantrum if you don't

only really listens to you- thinks you are always right

just like her sister- you have to keep her from doing stupid stuff

^ you cannot tell me she wouldn't do anything stupid lmao

decorates your book covers and doesnt know why you're so stressed everytime she does it (like thats a no-no , darling pls)

like thats so weird and all but she loves to read Picture books while you read Aristotle- just to feel the vibe

"How is your book?" you asked her with a raised eybrow while flipping to the next page- hearing her hum as she was reading that picture book. "Oh it's great, pudding- the ducks finally found their home!!"- "Really, that's good to hear" you chuckled softly

gives you suprise kiss-attacks when you're absorbed in your work

brags to sevika how smart her s/o is but gets jealous when others tell you that you're smart like gurl?

please do reblog, sweetheart <3

[hoeforhao]

hi !! if it's alright may i request svt with a fem/gn reader with massive tits? like just how would the boys react (nsf/w or sfw is upto you :D) to a reader with the big naturals, which if you do this request tysm!! :D

well well y'all will never see me again after this post, cuz am literally embarrassed asf!!! also me writing about something i don't have??makes me sad ;(

Masterlist

Seungcheol: This man is a huge sucker for asses. Like he lives to bend you over and fuxk you deep. But little do people know, boobs are his secret weakness, and having someone with big naturals? You just know that he'll be using them as stress balls, pumping them like his life depends on it,everytime he's stressed from work; bury his face deep down into the pillows and fall asleep on his personal plushies.

Jeonghan: I somehow feel like he'll be more into smaller breasts, but that doesn't mean he won't be relishing your mounds to the max while his dick is buried deep inside of you. He is of the type to circle your clothed nipples with his slick fingers as you cook, only to end up enjoying the view of them all perked up as he eats his meal.

Joshua: He's such a softie when it comes to sucking the life out of your breasts. Like he would literally worship you while saying things like "I've never seen such full and gorgeous boobs angel. Ydk how badly I wait everyday to come back home and adore them". Also I feel like shua will have a slight mommy kink only when it comes to your breasts and doze off on your bosom like a child, if he's too tired and snore like an absolute baby.

Junhui: Another huge tease. But unlike jeonghan, he would be totally showy of how much he loves your big tits, cupping them at every chance he gets, buying you all white lacey lingerie with several slits, so that he can keep on getting a show of your bouncy cream pies all throughout the day, while brushing his cold fingers against the perked up buds every once in a while.

Soonyoung: I've got only one thing to say. He would literally run home to rub his sweaty face all over your bust, as soon as he finishes the group dance lessons; latching onto your nipples the whole time while you make his post practice smoothie.

Wonwoo: He would have you seated on his lap the entire time while he plays his silly little online games with his friends, squeezing your boobs for emotional support and twisting the stubs everytime he is even slightly close to losing ; earning low muffled moans from you that in turn act as his fuel to win.

Jihoon: This man is not at all that soft as he appears to be. He would have a separate space in his studio where he would tie you up with button vibrators on your nipples ; setting them to the highest speed as he creates his new masterpiece with your ecstatic moans as the bgm. After finishing his demo, he would come to your limp body drained from cumming multiple times, and roam his pale digits over the overly sensitive stumps while nurturing them with soft kisses.

Minghao: You're his biggest muse. He would call you anytime he feels artblocked; lathering the paint all over your breasts as he presses them onto the canvas to paint his brand new piece. What's a brush???!! He doesn't consider buying brushes and sponges for his art supply!! Why would he even, when he has your big milky tits for a sponge and the two perks as his brush.

Mingyu: HE IS SIMPLY OBSESSED WITH YOUR BOOBS. THAT'S IT!! Filling up your closet with blazers two sizes smaller than your bust, only so that he can see your breats pressed tightly against in each other in nothing but the long blazers, forming the most ravishing cleavage anyone has ever seen; as he takes you on a home dinner date and sucks onto his personal pacifier as the dessert later.

Seokmin: Would be pretty shy to admit how he loves the sight your boobs bouncing up and down as he fuxks the life out of you every night. It would literally take him an entire year worth courage to ask to play with your butter soft breasts,for the times he is out of you and once you agree, he would latch onto your skin like a slug.

Seungkwan: Again, a very coy boy, absolutely terrified of letting you know how crazy he is driven by your big pillows. Would love to peek at them while you take a shower, the droplets gracefully dripping down the bumps, wishing that it was his tongue slowly gliding down your nipples, instead.

Vernon: If you ask me, I feel like he would have a huge mommy kink. Pining to suck onto your milky teats everytime y'all go out, having you rush home early only to let your big baby play with his favorite toy, is a compulsory routine for him.

Dino: Don't even get me started on how much Chan loves the fact that his s/o has such big naturals. People would die to have such supple, juicy tits to feast onto every night and he gets it for free? A gift he would cherish his entire life. He might treat you like a whore in bed, but your boobs?Well, they're only his to worship and making sure he paints them red every night, is his biggest duty!!!

[menuliso]

i actually think i have some sort of brain damage from chapter 403 because now ive taken my bkdk obsession to a whole new degree. like, i was insane before, but now i feel as if i should be genuinely put into an asylum.

ive gone through a full on awakening.

before this chapter i refused to believe that bkdk would become canon/hinted bc like its wishful thinking. but now? ive fallen into the fucking deep end. i am of full belief that bkdk will become canon or at least be hinted bc horikoshi is cooking something and im so glad im not the only one to see it.

there is no way that man doesnt know what hes doing. bkdks entire arc has been fucking perfect and this man just keeps BUILDING UP. like all this talk about feelings, and how bkdk have never really spoken about them to eachother before??? this is like, building up to a fucking love confession i swear, because katsuki DIED for izuku, and izuku cant control his heart when it comes to katsuki, and like… what other explaination is there? atp i consider it canon that theyre in love with each other.

and the other most likely ship that i thought was gonna be canon, izuocha, just is not feasible. its not like i dislike the ship, no hate to it at all, but making it canon would be so fucking harmful to izuku and ochakos characters and we dont talk about that enough. it would a dissapointing, flat conclusion with barely any build up and itd be the bland, predictable formula. like, ochako has already basically wrapped up her thing with izuku with that entire fight with toga. shes admitted herself that her crush on izuku was more admiration than anything of massive substance. and dont even get me started on izuku. barring some fluster and embarrassed blushing in the early seasons, this boy has NOT reciprocated AT ALL. its actually ridiculous. izuku has been focused on like, two things only: hero work, and kacchan. izuku does not show ANY romantic feeling to ochako whatsoever.

surely, surely if horikoshi were to make this canon, he’d put in a little more effort? add some more chemistry, more development, more than just ‘boy meets girl. blush and get shy. little crush. get married. the end’?

that is bad storytelling, and horikoshi is anything but a bad storyteller. this guy adds foreshadowing YEARS before the chapter. horikoshi is INSANE when it comes to character + relationship + plot development. if horikoshi throws all that out the way, and makes izuocha canon, id be extremely, extremely disappointed. not because i hate the ship, but because itd be out of nowhere, disregard practically ALL development, and be nauseatingly dissatisfying.

talking of which, for the entire day ive been thinking about the foreshadowing for bkdk.

there. is. so. fucking. much. it feels like everytime i read like a new section of the manga, their relationship is described in the most frutti tutti rainbow gay way. im sorry, shigafo, did you just say that katsuki is closer to izuku than ANYONE else? excuse me, aizawa, did you just describe them as pair, a pair that the class revolves around? dont even mention the shit that izuku and katsuki say referring to each other. i cant even choose one to add in here, but every out of context bkdk quote has like these SEVERE more-than-platonic undertones, especially when you consider their past and their development. i feel like horikoshi has been doing some fucking insane foreshadowing for something MORE.

yk, i keep on thinking about how in the double spread in 403, the words ‘the beginning’ are displayed right over bkdk, as they find each other. call me delusional, but that has to be on purpose. i also keep on thinking about izukus green and orange gloves in so many official arts, and the light in both their eyes when they see each other, and the way theyre both always observing the other, never speaking about how they feel directly.

their relationship is just so, so……. and i feel like the only next step is for them to talk. just. fucking. talk. its been hinted at for so long, and horikoshi is doing SOMETHING.

them simply being together would be the most satisfying, developed, beautiful ending.

if they arent canon, i will die. ill say it now. bkdk canon. there is too much proof. as a writer, i know for a fact that i write everything for a REASON. why would horikoshi write this, if he wasn’t going to do anything with it?

bkdk will be canon. i dont care if i sound insane, or get proved entirely wrong. i now fully believe that the last page of the manga will be bkdk at a theme park eating crepes.

thank you chapter 403 for driving me off the rails.

[nothing-tolose]

Foolish One.

warning: reader being so dumb bcs she always ignores every signs and dreaming too much <3

if you have criticism and suggestions to me, you can just knock my dm or send it to inbox <3

a/n: this whole fic was messed up like REALLY REALLY MESSED UP please bear w me ;) have fun anw

wc: 6K

daily click

Cards are on the table. It's way past midnight, yet the living room is bathed in light, and laughs from your friends all over the room. Here you are, having a sleepover for four nights with your friends and now playing UNO cards with them. None of you all can sleep, that's why now you were sitting on the dining chair, with three cards on your hand.

"Ellie! It's your turn!"

You glanced at Ellie, who was sitting across the table, as Sophie called out her name. God, you couldn't help yourself but screaming inside your heart as you saw her smile on her face. Those freckles on her face, green emerald eyes, and the scar on her eyebrow, she literally got your attention.

You knew that you were already fell in love with her, ever since you saw her on Aimee's instagram story 3 months ago. Head over heels even. But one thing you can't help it from yourself everytime you fall in love, you were too afraid to reach her out. Of course, your friends giving you a lot of advice so you wouldn't be afraid to start a conversation with Ellie. You already tried on their advice, such as texting her through direct messagw but always ended up you delete it before you could even send the text.

So many negative thoughts when you tried to reach her. What if she doesn't like me? What if she call me a freak? What if she hates me? A countless what-ifs lives rent free on your mind. And it explains why you weren't close enough with Ellie, you were too afraid and too shy to start a conversation.

You knew all about her from your friends. They'd tell you what's her interest, what she likes and hates, what she afraid of, and so much more. You do realize that you can't just got her news only from your friends, so you've been following her instagram account by your not really a suspicious fake account named @/16candlesf00l. Thank God her account isn't a private account, and thank God she didn't block your account!

You've also been following her TikTok with another fake account since she was pretty famous there with around 8,000 followers she has, and that makes you can easily leave comments on every video she posts without worried about she's going to confused, you usually leaving comments like, "Oh, you're really pretty!" and other flirty remarks. Then one day, you comment, "Did you cut your hair?" and she responds with just "Yeah." Despite her brief reply, you respond enthusiastically with "Should we get married?"

A single word, 'Yeah,' had already sent you into an hour of rolling on your bed, giggling, and playfully kicking your feet against the pillows.

She didn't reply to your comment after that, and you didn't mind. At least there was a bit of interaction with you, right?

"Hey!"

Snapped back to the reality by Cassandra's tap on your shoulder, she leaned in and whispered to you, "Girl, I know you're head over heels for Ellie, but how long are you going to just stare at her, huh?"

"What-" You cast a quick glance at Ellie, unable to believe what Cassandra had just said. Yet there she was, looking back at you with that slight smile on her lips, her fingers idly playing with the cards in her hand. It was clear she had been watching you for at least a minute or two.

You quickly turned your head left and right, let out an awkward chuckle to Cassandra. Oh really, you lost your words.

"Uh- Cass- I.. Uhm, what color-" You stuttered, you started feel like this situation was fucking embarrassing especially when Ellie still looking at you, not moving even for a second. Cassandra and the others waiting you pull out your cards.

And for God's sake, you really wanted to hide yourself in a closet right now.

"Hey, why did you stuttered? It's blue, go pull out your card, babe!" Cass slapped your back (not in verbally way obviously. Immediately you pulled out your card, you didn't see the number first but the color.

You saw Ellie suddenly get up from her chair, she handed her cards to Chloe who's already won the game first, "Chloe, can you play my cards for me? Em—" she stopped, clearing her throat before she continued, "I have an emergency, I'll be back later,"

Chloe just nodded without giving her a glance, hands taking the cards. Meanwhile your eyes were never leaving her gesture leaving the dining room to backyard porch.

3 hours passed after the moment where you got caught by your friends for staring at Ellie for too long. Everyone was asleep, except you. It was really really boring because you're being the only one who can't sleep, meanwhile everyone is drowning in their own sweet dream.

The silence in Sophie's bedroom was so quiet that the ticking of the clock feels so loud here. You get up from the bed really slow and careful as you didn't want  to disturb Cassandra's sleep, as she was a light sleeper. As you made my way out of the bedroom, you cast anxious glances at Cassandra, concerned that the door might creak loudly upon opening.

You turned your heels towards the backyard porch, then leaning your back against the fence. Your hands grabbed a cigarette and lighter from your pocket. As you took a drag, you sighed, your mind replaying the moment from two hours earlier. After revealing your cards, Ellie had turn aside her gaze, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that she was stealing glances at you every few minutes.

Okay, maybe you're really delusional.

"I thought I'm the only one who couldn't sleep?"

You fixed your position and looking around to find where the voice came from, an that's when you spotted Ellie from the house, pulling on her gray hoodie as she stepped to you. Did she just talking to you? Like, for the first time ever?

Jesus, 'No fucking way,'

You chuckled, "I guess my eyes weren't in the mood for sleep," you said. She joined you, resting her arms on the railing right beside you. "So," you said as you turned and tossed the cigarette into the trash bin below the porch, "What keeps you awake from sleeping? I mean, it's three in the morning and everyone else is asleep except us."

"I don't know," she shrugged her shoulders, and you tilted your head, "You don't know?"

"Yeah, I just… I don't even know what I'm doing before I realize it's already 3 AM. I guess I was thinking about something, getting lost in it, and then I forgot it once I realized I'm still awake," As she spoke, her smile broadened and she turned her head towards you, her gaze firmly fixed on yours.

You nodded in response. You couldn't look at her directly for fear of blushing, even as you sensed her gaze from the corner of your eye. Deep down in your mind, you found it hard to believe what had just happened. The girl you had a crush on since three months ago, the girl you always adored from afar because you were too shy and afraid, the girl you've been flirted on her TikTok post comment section are the same girl who just talking to you a few seconds ago.

The atmosphere turned really awkward when neither of you continued the conversation. The only sounds were from the insects on the ground and the occasional car passing by on the street. You humming, for at least the situation wouldn't be too awkward if you do that.. maybe.

Ellie opened her mouth, "How did you met Sophie?"

"Hm?" you glance at her and gasped the next second, "Oh, Sophie! I thought you were speaking some words," you fall silent, hummed, and let out a little chuckle from your lips, "I've known her since the first year; she was my first friend at school before she introduced me to Aimee, Cassandra, and Chloe. We've gotten along ever since… until today. And.. what about you?"

"Sophie has been my friend since childhood, we were on the same school when I was 7, her dad was my father's fishing buddy for years and we were on the same neighborhood. Now she's more like my.. older sister," she stopped, before pull herself away from the railing, "But whenever I'm with her, it feels as though I'm speaking to an old woman who lives for a long time. She told everything to me, the dos and don'ts, and even offers five minutes of advice whenever she thinks I need it!"

You groans between your laugh, "Really? No way, she did the same thing to me all the time! She's truly the mom, isn't she? Oh, you know what? One day I was scammed by someone claiming to sell tickets for my favorite singer's tour. I ended up losing about 200 bucks, they blocked my numbers and didn't say anything! And she—"

"Wait, 200?!" Ellie interrupted, her tone a mix of surprise and shock. You nodded and chuckled as you saw her mouth fall open. "That's… quite a lot," she added.

"I know! Jeez, I was so dumb at that time, and Sophie was the first person I told, and she really scolded me for an entire day. She keeps bringing it up in the middle of any conversation, as if I didn't hear her the first time," you paused for a moment, taking a breath before continuing, "She even said things like 'I told you so, I damn well told you!', 'If only you had been patient, you wouldn't have been scammed', and 'With that money, you could've bought your precious expensive book,' ugh, I wasn't born for those words!" you imitated Sophie's voice, laughing lightly as you did.

You both laughed, the conversation continues as you both found a lot common in each other's interests when you mentioned your favorite comic book. You swore she's the sweetest when she's talking, eyes always locked on you, the funniest jokes she tossed, it all raises your hopes too high. Two hours flew by, until you started feeling sleepy and decided to head back to the bedroom, but when you were already laying down, the sleepy instantly gone.

You were talking to yourself in whispers before you asleep, mind keep thinking about Ellie and there was no any signs to stop thinking about her. So many wishful thoughts and imagines if you were dating her. Yet, no matter how long you could keeping her in your mind, there's always some voices showed up in your head and saying such things like;

'You really never learned from your past,'

'There's so many girls out there who maybe caught her attention,'

'It'd seem so sad if you're the only one who fell to her and she's not.'

'Aren't you afraid if she end up with someone who's not you like how the last time you fell in love?'

And you really hate those voices, trying to block them all out without giving a single damn to it. Instead, you tried to believe that things will work out with Ellie, unlike the last time when you fell for Robin—the girl who started dating someone else the day after you confessed your feelings to her.

No, you're not going to end up the same like that. Not now, not with Ellie.

"What if she confesses her feelings to me?" you mumbled, biting your lower lip as you began giggling and buried your face in the pillow, "God, I'm so fucking delusional!" although you said that, you couldn't stop for imagining if she were tell you about her feelings, going on a date to somewhere, chilling at her house or yours, and discussing about every novel you both likes.

It was so.. cute, you thought. However, you didn't realize that you were projecting those images as hopes onto yourself and it'd lead you to breaking down if you weren't aware.

You push the pillow away from your face, shifting into a side-lying position. A smile remains ever-present on your lips. You breathe in and out slowly, then closed your eyes, it's literally five in the morning and you haven't sleep.

"Have a good sleep, Ellie,"

Ugh, you did not.

Two months down the line. Returning home from Sophie's holiday house was quite late, a full day after everyone else had left. You had the option to ride with Cassandra or take up Ellie's offer, but you were waiting for your mom, who had promised to pick you up. She didn't show up for four hours, then she texted you that she would be a bit late, and you ended up waiting her until the next afternoon.

You've called her phone countless times, but she never answers. You can't turn to your dad for help either, as he's been in Greece for three months. And your brother? He would never waste his time just for drive ten hours from his place to Sophie's home and then take you to your apartment.

So, how did you managed to get home?

Ellie came back the next night after Sophie mentioned you to her. You were overwhelmed with guilt for having declined her offer to drive you home the day before, especially since she returned just to take you home, facing a five-hour drive. She knew you weren't really in a mood after waiting literally a night for your mom who texted you that she couldn't pick you up after you were already with Ellie. She knew that. That's why she made a stop at convenience store, bought a lot of foods and drinks before taking you to the closest beach for some relaxation.

You've been getting along with Ellie. Ever since the day she made sure you got home safely by driving you home, there hasn't been a day without texting, talking, and even meeting up with her. And indeed, for heaven's sake, she made you fall deeper for her, more than ever. The way she acts around you, the way she talked to you, the way she is paying her attention at you every time you tell her your story. She really keeps your hopes still high.

She always asks you to go out at least three or four nights a week, and you've never said no. After all, it's not a waste of time when the girl you have a crush on—the same one you always comment on her posts—is asking you out. Every time you went out with her, she was incredibly sweet, as if you were girlfriends. But sometimes, she'd leaving you too soon, she would be saying sorry because she had an emergency. And it wasn't just once. But you didn't mind at all since she still brought you out to any places.

Ellie would purchase everything for you; even when you babbled thoughtlessly, she would disappear for a bit and come back with an item you had mentioned in her hand. You have always warned her against purchasing such items without your consent-literally all the time, and although she agreed, she never heard your warning.

"I swear to God, Ellie. I just told you an hour ago to not buy me some things I babbled about!"

She smiled, "Oh.. really?" you scoffed, couldn't hide the smile from your lips, "You're smiling."

"Shut up, Williams!"

A couple weeks had gone by, you started to questioning yourself about what were you to her? Girlfriend? Or were you just trapped in situationship? The worse, you were only a friend to her. You couldn't find the answer. It seems like she might have the same feelings towards you. She made you flustered, made you felt like you were the luckiest person alive. On the other hand, she never mentioned what relationship you both are in right now. You couldn't even tell if you were deserve to feel hurt or not.

Despite everything, you know how to pretend you're fine when you're hurt, right..?

Now go back to the present, you found yourself resting your head on Ellie's shoulder, half-watching the netflix show on the TV. Instead of watching the show, you were busy on your own thoughts. Confused. Who are you to her? Just friends? Situationship? You knew it too well, it felt like you can call her as yours but in reality you were not.

"Everything's alright?" Ellie interrupted your thoughts as she spoke. You nodding your head in response, lied. And unfortunately you weren't good at hiding expressions. She can feel that you were far from alright.

"Are you sure?" she asked, paused the show. Then she pinched your cheeks, leaving you laughing and grabbing her wrists as you pleaded with her to stop, "You know, you can tell me if there's anything wrong. I'll help you," she added, her fingers stopped pinching your cheeks now.

You chuckled, "That's so nice of you, Williams. But trust me, nothing's wrong now."

You keep resting your head on her shoulder, your gaze wandering around her apartment. Three minutes later, you find yourself sinking back into your daydreams. About someday, when you both are older, these moments would be the things you always laugh about over the tea every morning while Ellie watching the news.

"It was so funny back then,"

"Yeah! Oh, remember when you drove me home but the you stopped at the beach!"

You huffed, realizing once more that it was all just a dream.

"Ellie," you called her name all of the sudden, with you playing with your fingers, "Yeah?"

"Do you ever... believe that if we were patient enough to wait someone we had a crush on, they'll coming to you?" you don't know, why the question was suddenly came out from your mouth.

She hummed at first, and laughed, "No.. I guess. Because, what if you were already waiting them patiently but apparently they weren't the one for you?"

You went silent, she tilted her head to you, "Why did you asked suddenly though? Did someone caught your attention for a while and you're waiting for them?" and you nods.

"Who?"

'It's you, dumbass.' you secretly rolled your eyes.

"I won't tell you," you sigh out, "I've been waiting them for these past 5 months, and for God's sake, she's too hard for me to reach!" you slammed your hands into your thighs, inviting her laugh.

"It's almost half of a year, and you still waiting?" you nods to her question, biting your lower lip and avoiding her gaze. You heard her letting out a heavy sigh, "What if they never come to you? As if their love were never gonna come either?"

You froze, losing all your words. Why was she asked you like she knew you were talking about her?

Thereafter her phone buzzed leading Ellie quickly flipped her phone like she doesn't want you to curious, "I'm going out for at least ten minutes, you don't mind?"

And who are you to said no and pleaded to stay here? You were her guest on her house, nothing more like that. In the end you answered okay, almost whispered.

You were spying her through the corner of your eye as she walked out onto the balcony and closed the door. You could see her from inside when she walked back and forth with a big grin on her face, occasionally laughing. You really wanted to know what was going on, what the conversation was about that made her laugh so freely. But you knew your boundaries; you weren't supposed to ask her personal questions.

At one time she talked too loud you could even hear it from where you sit, "You'll come back? You're kidding, right? I swear to God, Emma, I missed you so much!"

Wait, who's Emma?

Ellie looked so excited on conversation with someone she just called Emma. From what you've heard through friends, Ellie didn't have many friends, and they mentioned only Jesse, Dina, Aimee, Chloe, and Sophie when you first confessedyour feelings about Ellie to them. So.. who's Emma then?

What if she were Ellie's girlfriend? No, there's no fucking way. Five months ago your friends said she was single, so that.. can't be. You immediately get rid all your negative thoughts about the girl Ellie mentioned on her phone call.

Enough staring her too long and overthinking. You shrugged your shoulders, act like you didn't care at all, 'I shouldn't think about this.. No. Please, please, please, try to think how sweet Ellie when she's with me..'

You changed the show into the romance one, you cannot stop smiling, you dream up if those romance scenes you watched right now was you and Ellie. The thought from you think about when you were couldn't sleep at Sophie's holiday house came back, 'Will Ellie ever open up about her feelings for me?'

It was so dumb. Do you ever think like that? The answer is yes, but who cares?

Your phone buzzed, and as you glanced at the screen, a notification was displayed.

911 sophie

hiiiii babe let me tell u i'm at aimee's rn

You

helllooooo what r u doing w her?

911 sophie

aimee was about to inviting you to her house tonight, and the others too. but her phone was DEAD RN she's planning on making a whole fucking meal like.. for 6 people??!! anyway wya???? she told me to buy some foodstuff at supermarket but i'll be fucking bored if im alone since she cant go out she's too busy with her other food creation or idk whatever she called it sooooo do you want to accompany me say yes i'll pick you up RIGHT NOW

You chuckled as you saw her text. Aimee was definitely too focused on what's her doing right now. You could tell how bored Sophie was there.

You

does she invite ellie too? anw pick me up pleaseeee ms. torres;))) at ellie's house love u!

Your gaze went to Ellie's, seems like she already finished the call. It's been 4 hours since you got here, and maybe it's enough for today even though you haven't finished the show you're currently watching.

911 Sophie

yeah she invited ellie too why? huh you were at what??? ellie?? GIRL HOW

You

mmmm i'll tell u later ;p JUST PICK ME UP ALREADY

911 sophie

OH CMON okay i'll be there in 10 xo

You paused the TV show and rose from the couch, reaching for your sling bag on the floor. At the same time Ellie, had came back from the balcony, you could tell how good her mood is by her smile.

"Where are you going?" she asked, noticing that you had already slung your bag over your shoulder. She made her way over to you, her fingers were scratching her back neck.

"I… Uh… Sophie asked me to go out for buy some foodstuff.." you pointing your thumb to behind before falling silent for a moment. "Is… is it okay if I leave now?" you ask, feeling a wave of regret wash over you immediately after, cursing on yourself for even questioning why she wouldn't be okay with you leaving.

'God, I'm so weird!'

"Oh… Okay," Ellie glanced back before turning her head to stare at you, "I was about to leave as well. Where will she meet you? And maybe I can drive you—"

You cut her off, shaking your head, "Actually… she said she'll pick me up here in ten minutes." Ellie nodded in response, her mouth forming an 'O'. She made her steps into her bedroom after she smiled at you and came back with her wearing her green jacket.

Your other side was sooo curious. Where is she going? Why did she smile so happily after the call? And what made her so excited during the call earlier? Will she be with someone, or will she be alone? You don't know, and you want to know. You really want to know. Curiosity inside you feels like started to eat you up. You immediately shook your head, pushing away your curiosity. You started talking to yourself in a really low voice, as if you hadn't said anything, "I should stop doing that."

"Ellie, I…" you were staring at her as she hummed, her gaze was met yours, "I think I'm gonna wait on the front porch." You were about to make your way to the front door, but her hand grabbing your wrist stopped you. "Ellie?"

Your eyes locked on hers; her expression was different from a minute ago. It was... guilty? Sad? You couldn't even tell. What's going on now? Was this related to her call minutes ago?

"I just... want to say sorry,"

You tilted your head. Seriously, what's going on?

"So, did you mean she was saying sorry to you without explain everything?"

Now, you were in Aimee's kitchen with Sophie, picking up the conversation that had been put on hold hours earlier. Aimee was in her bathroom, and here it's only you and Sophie whereas the rest on the dining room. You did tell her everything what happened today, once you asked her who's Emma, but Sophie wasn't sure if she know that girl because Ellie never told her about Emma. You already asked Aimee too, and all she said was, "I think I've heard that name.. I don't know." they literally left you all disappointed.

"I was about to ask her why she was apologizing to me, but I couldn't because you came to pick me up," you said, rolling your eyes at Sophie, which was followed by laughter from both of you.

"Whoa, so it was my fault, young lady?" her tone was changed along with the tip of her lips moved down shaping like upside-down 'U', "Maybe she did something wrong and you didn't notice it. Don't take this seriously because I'm just trying to speculate."

You scoffed at Sophie, "I don't know, Sophie. As far as I remember, she didn't do anything wrong that would make me mad or upset," you said, turning your shoulders down and positioning the knife between the apple slices you had cut earlier.

"Try to ask later, babe. I'm pretty sure she'll tell you later," Sophie placed her hand on your shoulder, before she moved to your left side. You gave her a disagreement gesture, huffed so loudly, made her expression was changed in seconds.

"She haven't talk to me since she arrived here, Soph," head down as you resting your hands to the counter surface, "What?"

You huffed once again. Indeed, Ellie hadn't spoken to you or even glanced your way since she arrived. It was as if you had done something to pissed her off, but you hadn't. She didn't text or call you like she always did after you left her apartment, the last message was when you told her you were already at her house. You were too desperate to find an answer or even to asking her. She seemed like a different person, completely changed from when she last spoke to you hours ago.

You both went back to dining room, sitting right next to each other while Ellie was sitting in front of you. She didn't give you a single glance, as if you weren't there. It's not like what she did when the night at Sophie's holiday house back then. She checked her phone every 10 minutes like she's waiting something important.

Your eyes were never left her gestures during the dinner. Even when your friends tried to talk to you, you just answered them briefly because you weren't in the mood to talk. Twenty minutes later, Ellie excuses herself and leaves everyone else, including you. She takes her steps to the kitchen. You see her hiding her smile by biting her lip.

Does she even realize you're here?

"Is everything okay?" asked Chloe, sitting next to you. "You seem a bit off, and I noticed Ellie haven't been talking to you either. Is there something wrong between you two?" she moved her chair so she can move closer to you.

"We're fine," you claim, but it's not entirely true. You might be pretending, yet you're actually okay with Ellie since you've never argued before. Chloe grunts, sensing the dishonesty in your words.

"I know you're lying. C'mon, you can be honest with—"

You shake your head, you don't want this conversation to continue too far. Enough for tonight. "We're really fine, Chloe. Believe me."

Chloe nods, she's back to her position, "Okay then. But still, tell me—no, I mean, please tell us if something's wrong with you two, we can help."

You excused yourself to the bathroom, but Ellie's voice in the kitchen halted your steps. You never realized what are you doing in front of the bathroom door, until you found yourself leaning on the wall right next to the kitchen where you heard her voice. She sounded so happy, laughs between her words, saying jokes that she had already told you.

The ache in your heart was undeniable. Who could she be talking to on the phone? Emma, perhaps?

You bite your lower lip, your hands wiping away the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes. You enter the bathroom and sit on the toilet, head bowed.

"Why does it hurt so much? I'm just her friend, right?"

Right, you had no right to be jealous or hurt when Ellie never thought about you being her girlfriend even though she treated you like one.

The next day, neither Ellie nor you started the conversation on messages like you two always did every morning. It felt so empty to you as you woke up and didn't find any signs of Ellie texting you.

You did your morning routine as usual without giggles and smiles. Everything went too quiet. You didn't mumbled or even talking to voice notes that you'e always sent to Ellie.

As night fell, time passed quietly. You didn't venture out, choosing instead to isolate yourself from the world, turned on the do not disturb mode on your phone even though Ellie hadn't sent any messages. The conversation remained where it was left off yesterday morning.

You couldn't resist the urge to text her, yet it all seemed no use when you deleted every word you were about to send.

You walked back and forth in your bedroom, hand holding the phone as your fingers scrolling through TikTok. None of the videos you watched, all you did was scroll and scroll, not really in a mood though but you were bored. Really bored.

Fingers stopped as you saw the profile picture, recognizing it too well, more than your own profile picture. It wasn't a video, but photos with a song called 'The Perfect Pair'. You knew who the figure in the photo was: auburn hair, sitting in the driver's seat, wearing the same jacket you saw yesterday, and the gray baseball cap she always wears.

Your eyes caught the other figure: long wavy ginger hair, sitting in the passenger seat, her hand holding the person you recognized before. God, your heart was beating faster than you could pant.

Slowly you sit on the floor, leaning onto your side bed.

You saw the caption, 'Soft launch' with some hashtag she always put in there. And the user she tagged, @/user3291emms.

That was the time you felt like something crashed your heart and broke into hundreds pieces. You know if you were too curious, you'll get the consequences. You opened the comment section, there was she commented on her own post, 'Welcome back to Boston, sweetheart.'

You feel like you're the most foolish girl who ever lived. Suddenly, you remember something that you had forgotten when you had a conversation face to face with Chloe.

"I heard from Dina, Ellie had been talking to someone for a while, the girl named Emma or something."

You didn't listen to Chloe that day because you were too busy adoring Ellie, who was playing her guitar far from you. You cursed yourself, mind repeating all those moments you always thought it meant nothing to you and her. All those moments became signs that Ellie wasn't the one.

The moment when she excused herself in the middle of UNO games, the moment when she always left too soon after she took you out, the moment when she was on the call on the balcony and she got too excited. The moment she was about to go, she was going to pick up Emma from the airport. And when she left the dinner party earlier than others, she was going on a date with Emma.

You were crying so hard, you put your phone right beside you while you buried your face between your arms.

"How could I not see the signs?" you spoke between your tears.

The voices in your head were right; you never learned anything from the past. Now, the voices were telling you why did you always ignore the signs. Because you were too busy loving someone, which led you to forget the worst-case scenario if they weren't loving you as you did to them.

Maybe you'll finally learn your lesson.

You sit there alone on the bench, at the park that Ellie always used to take you. Eyes never leaving two figures from afar, they seemed having fun on their own. Ellie hugging Emma tightly, giving her a lot of kisses while laughing at something. Thoughts of imagining if Emma were you came, which immediately you push away.

Ellie never texted you again or called you, or even talking to you, and you were trying to get used to it. Every single day, you tried to resist the urge to check the messages that had started to be abandoned.

You smiled slightly, you stood and picking up your bag, ready to leaving the park soon. Taking a small step into the exit.

You didn't know, Ellie noticed your existence right after she's done hugging Emma. Her eyes locked on your gestures, she didn't move even for an inch. As you get up from the bench, she did the same thing like she was about to take her step to you.

Oh, she did it anyway. Your wallet dropped without your knowledge. Ellie told Emma to wait for a minute and hurried over to you. She picked up your wallet and noticed the Polaroid of you and her from when she took you to the beach before. Something stirred in her chest as she wondered why you still held onto the Polaroid despite her having hurt you by avoiding you like a completely stranger.

"Hey, your wallet dropped," she tapped your shoulder twice, before you turned around.

You were surprised, Ellie was right standing in front of you. After all these months of being a stranger to each other, she showed up suddenly. You cleared your throat, took the wallet immediately, and put it in your bag. "Thanks," you said.

Everything went quiet again between you two, none of you were talking or leaving.

You felt like the goodbye was screaming in the silence. You seeing the visions of the past, maybe you just got her longing glances while Emma got her rings. You huffed, doesn't know if this was the last time you'd see her or not.

"Ellie," her smile disappeared as you called her name.

"Is it okay if I tell you that I still love you even though we haven't talk since Emma came to Boston? I'm sorry, Ellie. But I couldn't bear my feelings," you confessed to her, all those words just out from your mouth.

With furrowed eyebrows, she averted her gaze before fixing it on yours. "And would it be too late if I told you that I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for these past few months, even after avoiding you? God, I wish I could have told you sooner."

Your eyes widened. Just before you could say something, she left, leaving you all alone with her words lingering in your mind until God knows when.

a/n: i made this because i just found out that the girl that i had a crush on for months already have a girlfriend <3 (i've been crying nonstop) ANYWAY big thanks to taylor swift for the names <33333

[rzyraffek]

Due to lack of affecion in my life I gladly wanna say that I made another

Slashers hugs and kisses headcanons

It's fully swf! Pure fluff! They/them Somone hug me pls. Request open

Brahms Heelshire

How his hugs look like: he either goes romantic and hugs them very gently OR just grabs them and holds them as close to him as possible. Loves hearing heartbeat too (when laying in bed )

He loves any kind of physical contact with them! Any handholding, hugs, cuddles ANYTHING this guy loves. Especially grabbing their hips or dhoulders when they are cooking or doing chores

Laying in bed together before staring day and morning routine is a must! He needs to wake up with good mood or he will stay grumpy for whole day

Also pls give him little kisses! On cheeks, forehead, hand, neck HE LOVES THOSE

Billy Lenz

Hugs on couch, him on top cuddling like his life depends on it, like they gonna evaporate in his hands if he stops hugging

Also he is going to say a lot of weird things (wow no way billy lenz saying weird stuff??) And he will inform them that he is plannin on doing the nasty with them later (respectfully)

But he enjoys the moment

Everytime he sees them after long day (assuming that s/o works/studies outside their household) he will just keep one of his arms around them till they go shleep really

Also he stares, a lot, if they aren't in huggy mood he will just stare without any emotions on his face, hes not mad he just misses the warm feeling of somone loving him :(

Also he bites

Asa emory

I swear this little prankster will pretend he fell asleep on couch while yall be watching movie, just to hear them react and take care of him. Also he melts when they give him little kisses or turn tv off so he can peacefully nap.

Or when they are tired after long day and have nap on him while he monologues about cool bugs. Playing with hair and lil massage included

He doesnt really like hugging while he just stands, it feels so akward, so he rather go lay on couch/sit on armchair while yall wanna get phisical

Every cuddle session ends with one of you falling asleep and other one really hates waking the first one up

Jason Voorhees

I dont really write for Jason but oh boi

Cuddling before sleep is so goofy, this guy is huge, like HUGE. If s/o prefers being smol spoon he will cover them completely, he is one of those people who put their leg on their partner so they are closer. But if s/o prefers being big spoon, he will giggle, blush even, he loves it! Also good luck with not being squshed at night

This guy really goes 'a mimiimi ah mimimii zzz' when sleeping btw

He will pick them up while hugging and hold hands 24/7, especially after that one event when s/o got lost in Forest once. No. No more of that pls there are degenerates around

Bear hugs

Micheal Myers

No

Just no

He won't hug anyone really, its uncomfortable for him. I mean after really long time spent and enough trust given, he will let them hug him, or grab his arms and hands and give him lil smooches

But he won't really give those back, no, even if they are very upset or in bad mental situation, he won't. Respect that

Again-if he knows them well and likes them, he will pay no mind in them giving him smooches or hugging him. He gets that that's how they find comfort, but don't think he will do it too

Vincent Sinclair

This one is very hugable bean

He will be akward due to his lack of social skills but oh boi isn't he very meow meow?

When they kiss his head or hug him while saying something nice. Guy will be soso happy

He gets very shy when Bo sees yall hugging. Like he did something embarrassing:(( somone needs to explain to this poor baby that hugs and comfort is okay and valid :(

Bo Sinclair

His hands are all over them

If yall aren't holding hands, he has his on their hip, or on they shoulder

He also kinda ??? Sniffs you??? Idk he likes how they smell?

He likes when they lay on top of him or when he's big spoon

Will say some goofy level stuff, wacky even

And bites them a bit, not hard tho

Also vincent once walked in room while yall were cuddling and laughing and he thought yall were doing the nasty and now he has (another) trauma

Boioioioojgn 3am here yall have great day bai

[blushblushbear]

Can we get Demetri, Eli, Scale and Stirling relationship headcannons? I barely see any anymore and I think it would actually be really cute

Dmitri

very classically romantic

and extremely cheesy

tries to fit you as best he can

but his instincts will always bring him to wine and rose petals on the bed

also likes to read you poetry

he also will write you poetry too but I won't lie it's not the best...

but lord does he put his heart into it

also really really really wants to do that whole guiding your hands in pottery thing from ghost but he won't force you

he will just quietly (not so quietly) hopes the moment will arise

legit swoons a little (or a lot) at every romantic gesture you make

just generally a really old fashioned fallen hard romantic

lots of picnic dates and beach dates and make out sessions in the moon light

really wants to integrate you into every part of his life if he can

also introduces you to the family so quick

has a locket with your picture in it to look at when he's feeling down and he needs a pick me up

(also has pics of you on his phone and as his bg but the locket is just so much more romantic)

Eli

hello cheesy romantic number two

he actually also reads you poetry but he's a lot more thoughtful about his choices and less swanning about the whole affair

though he's still very dramatic over it don't get it twisted

also writes you poetry but waits till FOREVER to share them with you

he's legit embarrassed but he's really feeling this relationship so he shares not only the stuff he's written about you but the stuff he's wrote in general

loves to collect and share romantic things and basically show them to you going 'us' lol

also a meme queen

will go from the day's latest meme to a really heartfelt romantic sentiment, right back to memes so so fast lol

will 1000000% sweep you off your feet but honestly does ADORE being swept off his

I think he's actually more flustered than he thinks he'll be when you do it but he's not complaining

won't make a big deal of it but low key tries to be in contact with you 24/7

just really loves talking with you, even if it's about nothing

also likes roleplay, sexual or otherwise

you guys have def done the whole 'oh mysterious stranger who I just met tonight at this bar, I can't fight the attraction between us, let's have a wild one night stand' bit so many times you end up having to go to knew bars all the time

really loves slotting you and him into romantic scenarios

anytime he legit makes you swoon he's never happier

he's good at charming people and good at being charmed

but when he sparks something so deep and geniue

or has it sparked in him

IDK MAN he's just so head over heels

on cloud nine, so beyond joyous

loves loves LOVES good morning good night texts

if you don't send them he will but also pout pout where's my morning text >:T

also a very 'where's my kiss hello/goodbye? >:T'

always flirtatious but this is probably one of the first times he's felt something so strong behind it and frankly he's just over the moon to have you in his life at all

Scale

HELLO SHY TSUNDERE

firstly, he is always looking out for you/watching over you more than you know

always making sure you're safe

but he also tries to make sure you're good emotionally/mentally

key word is tries, he's not the best with people

but god damn it all for you he will move the heavens and earth!!

loves doing the most mundane shit with you

just being around you makes him so so happy

learns all your favorite things, it's like recon but for LOVE

anytime he's given love or attention or affection he's practically dizzy with delight

he tries to hide it everytime but he is SWOONING

MELTING

HIS BRAIN HAS SHUT DOWN AND HIS HEART IS RACING

LOVES cuddles so much

also kisses but his favs are the ones he sneak steals

whenever you manage to get him back or beat him at his own sneaky game, he's so impressed and also so in love

BLUSHING MESS THE FIRST TIME YOU COUNTER SNEAK HIS SNEAK KISS

he doesn't wanna admit he's kicking his feet every time he gets a text from you but there he goes, being too giddy to function

tries really hard to act cool around you and sometimes even succeeds

he's constantly torn between no one can know how much he loves you or it could be used against him and get you in danger and

OMG OMG OMG OMG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, EVERY CELL IN MY BODY IS FULL OF LOVE OMG THEY'RE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE I CAN'T BELIEVE I FEEL THIS WAY AHHHH

also tries his best to be strong and manly around you

has a better success rate with those then trying to be cool

Stirling

smooth

very very smooth

doesn't get flustered easily

but still CAN get flustered

he didn't think he could but then you gave him the sweetest little cheek kiss and his undead heart was beating like a war drum in his rib cage

very protective

no harm shall come to his beloved

but unlike others he doesn't linger on it

it's a quiet deadly assurance

he'd much rather spend his energy and time with you having fun and delighting in your presence

loves to have you come skating with him

also loves to have you present at performances and competitions

he does so much better at them when he has you to perform for

has a few paintings of you hanging in his home

does not tell you they are there

you don't know when he got them done

you have to teach him some technology but honestly if it makes it easier to talk to you he'll learn anything

loves to have you stay over with him for days or even weeks at a time

constantly trying to get you to move in

very sensual

very romantic

anytime he can make you swoon he feels like he's won

love bites <3

loves to listen to you talk about your day

always listens with the most love struck look on his face

likes to regale you with tales of his long life

but the best stories as far as he's concerned all come from his time with you

[half-eclipse]

little daisy x cg camila headcanons ✩°🌟｡⋆⸜ 🌙✮ [part 1/?]

cw: mentions of smoking, past child neglect

this got a lot longer than i intended, but i’ve been thinking about them so much lately <3 thank u @emdure for helping me brainstorm about my fav pair

⭐️. . . Camila finds out about Daisy’s regression one night after a party. She doesn’t ever intend to tell Camila about it (she doesn’t necessarily understand it herself) but she’s overwhelmed and Camila always has a way of seeing right through her. When the party winds down and Daisy is the last guest standing, she ends up spilling the truth about her childhood and how sometimes she feels like a scared child rather than the adult she’s meant to be. The night ends with Daisy crying into Camila’s arms, Camila lovingly comforting her through it all, tucking her in when she passes out on her sofa. 

🐞. . . (Daisy does not open up about her childhood, to anyone ever. But Camila is so comforting that she tells her more than she intends to. She should feel uneasy about it, but she realises Camila might be one of the only people she trusts with it) 

🌙. . . Camila keeps stock of the fancy tea from Thailand that Daisy likes. Whenever Daisy has a hard night, she calls Camila and she’s always ready with a cup of tea. She burns Daisy’s favourite incense, plays her favourite records, and holds her until she settles down. They call it their ‘’quiet time.’’ The way Camila prepares her tea becomes her favourite.

💤. . . As much as Daisy loves her newfound relationship with Camila, she starts worrying that this isn’t how it’s meant to be. That she’s an adult and she shouldn’t want this, let alone enjoy it so much. She starts avoiding Camila and becoming distant – but Camila understands her and reels her back in everytime. 

⭐️. . . Camila starts to notice that Daisy smokes more often when she’s overworked and stressed. She questions her about it one night, and Daisy admits that she needs to keep her mouth busy when she’s overwhelmed. Camila buys her teething jewellery to replace the cigarettes, and Daisy is shy to admit that it helps. 

🐞. . .They ease into it all slowly, trying to figure it out together. Starting off with soft plushies and lullabies, and introducing more baby things as Camila starts to get a hold of the whole thing.

🌙. . . One night during their ‘’quiet time’’, Camila introduces Daisy to her first pacifier. Daisy is obviously embarrassed and wants to run away, but Camila is there to comfort her and tell her it’s okay if that’s what she wants. Camila starts preparing her tea for a sippy cup. 

💤. . . Daisy tells Camila one night that she misses a toy from her childhood – a little redhead doll with freckles that matched Daisy’s and a little pink dress. Camila spends weeks searching for it, and finally tracks it down in a toy store. She surprises Daisy with it on their next quiet night. 

⭐️. . . Camila learns how to knit to make clothes for Daisy’s new doll

🐞. . . Daisy being a bookworm as a kid definitely followed her into her adult life, but also shows when she’s regressed. She babbles happily to Camila about the latest book she’s read, and Camila buys her kiddie books for when she’s feeling smaller. 

🌙. . . Daisy struggles with letting people touch her hair. Her mother was never careful when she brushed and styled it – Camila shows her how loving it can be. She brushes through the knots gently, braiding it back to keep it out of her face, and kisses Daisy's face when she starts to cry from the tenderness. 

💤. . . Camila starts to call Daisy her little sun — in turn Daisy starts seeing Camila as her moon. 

⭐️. . . When Daisy seems down or quieter than usual, Camila implements ‘’tickle time’’. Tickling and stroking Daisy’s skin until she’s a giggling mess and begging Camila to stop. 

🐞. . . Daisy slips up one night when she’s feeling really little and calls Camila ‘’mama’’. She’s instantly embarrassed, immediately feeling big and trying to leave. Of course, in true Camila fashion, she reassures her that it’s okay. If Daisy sees her like that, then it’s okay. 

🌙. . . When Camila isn’t around, she asks the band to keep an eye on Daisy for her. She doesn’t tell the band the real reason, never wanting to embarrass Daisy or wreck the relationship she carefully crafted. (But she does suggest to Daisy that maybe she should let Billy and Karen know – they are the two people in the world who would understand the most)

💤. . . Daisy ends up needing lots of reassurance, especially in the beginning. She can’t get out of her mind that she isn’t supposed to be like this, that the lead singer of the world’s biggest band shouldn’t be like this. The more they ease into it, the more Daisy accepts that part of herself. 

⭐️. . . Daisy starts off being incredibly shy and quiet, becoming more and more energetic as she comes out of her shell. The first time she gets fussy and throws a tantrum, Camila pulls her into a hug and cries, because Daisy is finally letting herself be the little girl she never got to be. 

🐞. . . Camila seems to understand what Daisy might need before Daisy even realises. A pacifier when she starts feeling fussy, a sippy cup full of tea when she cries so hard she can’t catch her breath, her doll tucked in her arms when she’s afraid to be let alone

🌙. . . Because Daisy is so shy to let Camila know she's feeling small, Camila helps her make a bracelet -- ladybugs and leaf beads with ''Daisy'' written in gold letters that she wears whenever she's little but struggles to tell Camila.

💤. . .Buying her little gerber puffs and yogurt dots as snacks :') keeping some in little baggies in her purse in case Daisy starts feeling snacky.

[wilbursluvr]

hellooo I wanna request a fic with incelbur (if you do bursonas) and you're his best friends sister. One day u and your brother go over to wilburs house and then u catch wil pleasuring himself in his room and they do the dirty- 😭 idk if you'll write this or not since ive never had a simple request written cuz ive been ignored 😃✨️ THANK YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT

haiii!!! i can totally write that!!! incelbur has my heart 🫶

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let me help you with that

incel!bur x gn!reader

afab!reader

cw: sexual content

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you knew of wilbur, but you didn’t know him personally.

your brother had befriended wilbur earlier in the year, and they’d been best friends ever since. you spent a lot of time with your brother, going everywhere with him and always hanging out with his friends… if they were his friends, they were your friends.

besides wilbur.

and it’s not that wilbur was weird around you, nothing like that. you’d been around him before, and you’ve been to his apartment a couple times with your brother, but you didn’t necessarily know wilbur all that well. from what you knew about him, he was a pretty decent guy.

his whole life, wilbur struggled with women. he’d never been intimate before. hell, he’d never even had a girlfriend. everytime he had to speak to a woman, he’d get shy and not know what to say around them.

and wilbur fancied you. he didn’t know too much about you (other than what he’d found on your twitter account that he found), but he knew that you were cute and single. and you looked nice. in fact, it was all he could think about.

you and your brother drove over to wilbur’s apartment. when you two arrived, things seemed normal. wilbur and your brother would talk about whatever they’d talk about, and you’d be sat on the couch next to your brother, looking around and picking up on some of wilbur’s interests. after a while, your brother sighed, standing up. “i should go get the food now. are you staying here?” he asks you. you nod, and he heads out the door. “i’m gonna go finish something up quick. feel free to get something to eat or… whatever you want.” wilbur says, standing up. he walked away, though you didn’t see where he was going. and then, you were alone.

you’d sat on the couch on your phone for a while, but then got up to use the bathroom. when you walked down the hallway, there were three doors, all of which were closed… so you went to the one at the end. makes sense, right?

you slowly opened the door, and you see wilbur laying on his bed, his cock in hand as he jerked off, and his eyes shot open. “oh my god!” you both said at the same time, and you quickly slammed the door shut. you stood outside the door, processing what you had just seen… and before you knew it, the door flew open.

nervously, wilbur leaned against the doorframe. “so um… you didn’t see anything, did you?” he asks, playing with his fingers nervously… though there was no point in asking, he already knew the answer. you avoided looking in his eyes, and he already knew what you were saying. “i-i’m so sorry, i… i didn’t know you would come in…” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks flushed red. “y-you didn’t bother locking the door?” you say, finally looking at him. “m-my lock is broken…” he says. you sigh, rubbing your face with your hand, trying to break the awkward silence. “you’re packing…” she says, trying to smile, but she was just too embarrassed. she’d never been intimate before, and she’d never seen anything like that. “you’re not funny…” wilbur says, rubbing the back of his head.

“what even got you to that point? like, we were just sitting in the living room…” you began to ask, but then it clicked in your head. “oh my god, me? i’m the reason you were doing… that?” you ask, appalled, your cheeks flushing a bright red. he let out a huff of embarrassment, looking down at the floor. “ ‘m sorry… i couldn’t help it… i had to…” he says nervously, his voice shaky, his hands fidgeting with the ends of his shirt. “w-why? how?” you ask. he nervously looks around. “y-you’re just so pretty and nice…” he says.

and sure, you’d found wilbur attractive. he was dirty, but he was cute, and a nice person to you. so, why bother holding back? your brother would be gone, he didn’t know.

“did you cum?” you ask him. he looks up, slightly confused, and he shakes his head. “no…” he admits. you glance around for a moment. “what if i helped quick?” you ask, and his eyes widen for a moment before he looks at you, nodding slowly. he was scared, he’s never been intimate before… but god, he wanted you so badly.

you two walk into his bedroom and close the door, and you pin him beneath you with your knees. he whimpers as he feels your hands pull his pants down, his hips arching up to your touch as you stroked his dripping cock gently. “oh… w-wow…” he whined. “wow… how long have you been holding this?” you ask. “too long…” he responds, whimpering, his hands gripping hard onto his bedsheets. he gasps as soon as your thumb runs along the tip, and he finally cums, letting out a long moan in the process. “fuck- fuck…” wilbur’s head falls back against the pillows, his chest rising and falling.

and god, was the sight so attractive. sure, you may not have known wilbur all that well, but… you’d have no issue with him being inside of you.

and that’s exactly what happened.

after confirming he wanted to cum again (and would love to be inside you), you straddled his hips and sunk down onto his cock. “oh!” wilbur cries out, gasping. you couldn’t hold back the moan that left your lips as you moved your hips slowly. you had never had sex before, but with how nicely wilbur was filling you out, you never wanted to stop. “more! oh, fuck!” he begs, his hands grabbing your hips and holding on tightly as you rocked your hips slightly quicker, your hands resting on his chest.

the moans and whines in the room grew louder as you rode him quicker. he was so addicted to you… and you loved this. “so good! o-oh, fuck!” he whines, throwing his head back, his eyes squeezing shut and his mouth hung wide open, his hands shaking with pleasure as your hips kept moving quick against him. “so nice… feels so good…” you moan, your words coming out in short, shaky breaths.

after a couple more minutes of this, you could feel him tense up inside you, his hands gripping harder at your hips. “i-i’m gonna cum!” he gasps, whining and moaning loudly as he cums in you, filling you up, his eyes finally opening and staring at his ceiling. you slowed down, breathless, your eyes closed as you laid against him. your head was against his chest, kissing his neck softly. “y-you’re so good at that…” he says, turning to his side and holding you close. “you just felt so good.” you admit, sighing as you continued laying against him. he checked the time on his phone. “oh, your brother’s gonna be back soon… we should probably go back out there.” wilbur says.

as you two were getting dressed again, you looked at him and spoke again. “we’ll do this more often, right?” you ask. “of course.” he says, almost instantly.

and somehow, you two got through dinner with your brother, and by the end of the night (after convincing your brother to let you stay the night to ‘play mario kart with wilbur later’), you and wilbur were in each other’s arms again, the bedroom filling with whines and moans once again.

and you were happy it was with wilbur.

[ohmygs-blog]

short jaemin drabble.

— (1.2k-ish words)

jaemin x reader,

where in you and jaemin can't keep your eyes off of eachother.

"let's sit here," jaemin calls out, lightly placing his hand on the small of your back leading you towards the bench. the two of you sitting down on opposite ends of the bench, though you both wish there wasn't any space.

both stealing glances at each other, turning away after a few seconds finding something else to focus on, before turning back to look at each other. jaemin often feeling your stares, catching you. sending a shy smile or raising his eyebrows at you, the actions flustering you. feeling embarrassed you turn away, and before you know you're back looking at him.

jaemin was even worse, turning his whole body to face you. not caring about getting caught in the moment, his eyes tracing your face, often stopping on your lips. you felt his eyes almost everytime, having to hold back a smile. through all the small glances, you met eyes more times than you could count. wanting to steal glances at each other at the same times, sending one another small awkward smiles before turning away.

you sat in silence, both feeling embarrassed having been caught staring at each other so make times. looking out over the park, the sunset casting pinks and oranges over you two. trying to focus on things out in the distance, like the small kids running around. or the people who past by every so often, walking down the path. though both of your thoughts are filled of each other.

you look down towards the space between you two, a few inches in between you, yet your fingers are so close to brushing each others. wishing the distance between them would close, you noticed jaemins fingers tapping on the wood. letting out a breath you look back up, watching the sky.

while jaemin fingers fidgeted against the bench, his eyes looking over every so often, seeing the distance between your hands. slowly sliding his hand down til his fingers lightly nudged yours, picking your hand up and gently intertwining your fingers.

a smile growing on his face when he sees the heat bloom in your cheeks, he doesn't think he's ever seen someone as beautiful as you. his favorite sight you. in love with the way you can be so shy and quiet, then other times you're the center of attention.

you lightly squeeze his hand, glancing at him with a smile before looking back to the sky. you hear movement, then feel jaemins shoulder brushing yours, the heat in your cheeks immediately burning. placing your intertwined hands on his knee, while his fingers busied themselves playing with the bracelet around your wrist.

silence surrounded you, but it wasn't awkward, both of you never having felt more comfortable, your presences bringing peace to each other. not having to say anything, being near each other was enough.

jaemin turns his head to the side, looking down at you. seeing you looking out in the distance, watching the sunset. he glances over, noticing the sky melting into a darker pink, he could admit it was beautiful but there was something else he couldn't take his eyes off of; finding you to be a better sight.

you felt his eyes, looking over at jaemin. your eyes glancing down at his lips not so subtly, his eyes immediately doing the same thing, watching as your tongue slightly slides along your bottom lip.

you hear him call out your name, breaking out of your daze. your eyes tracing over his face before you meet his gaze, "yeah?" you hum out as a response.

"can i kiss you?"

"yeah." you slightly stuttered out, her eyes locked on his. he moves even closer, looking into your eyes. both of your cheeks carrying a light blush, you feel the flames in your cheeks as he moves closer. feeling his hand move to rest on your waist, trying to pull you even closer. his other hand landing on the crook of your neck, his thumb rubbing softly along your jawline.

jaemin looking over you with a lazy smirk, moving until your noses are brushing together, both of you letting out small giggles. his hand on your waist squeezing you lightly, sending a buzz throughout your body.

"are you sure you want this?" jaemin spoke, his lips brushing yours with his words. your cheeks flushing even further, your eyes fluttering shut before opening once again. nodded your head lightly, wanting him to move closer, wanting to feel his lips on yours.

"say it," he responded, another smirk taking over his features.

"please, kiss me." you whispered out, feeling his lips a moment later. his lips pressing gently against your own, jaemins hand moving up to cup your cheek. his thumb now softly moving along your cheekbone.

jaemin smiling into the kiss, not being able to hold it back. having wanted to kiss you for months, his happiness overflowing in this moment. the kiss remains gentle, jaemin pulling away after a few seconds. looking over your face, his smile only growing when he sees the red brushed on your cheeks.

jaemin brings his other hand up to cup your face on both sides, feeling the slight heat radiating in your cheeks. your lips holding a shy smile, eyes darting everywhere but him. he leans back in pressing a kiss to you once again, laughing when he sees your eyes widen slightly.

he tilted his head, moving his lips in front of her ear. the action causing the fuzzy feeling to erupt in your stomach once again, having jaemin so close to you making your cheeks burn and body fuzzy.

"you are so cute," he whispered out, his lips brushing the outside of your ear before moving back to face you.

shaking your head lightly, you turn to look out at the park once again. the sunset vanishing, the darkness taking over the lingering colors left. watching for a moment before turning back to jaemin, his eyes already on you.

"hi," you muttered out, face holding a shy smile. thought feeling shy, you don't think you've ever felt this happy before. jaemin always bringing out new emotions in you, his presence a blessing in your life.

"hi pretty," he smiled out, tilting his head slightly to the side. your smile widening at the sight of his own, holding eye contact with each other for a few seconds before they burst into laughter, leaning towards each other, holding onto jaemins arm while your giggles never seemed to stop.

they calmed down after a while, jaemin moving to hold your hand in his own again. bringing your hand up, leaving a kiss on the back of it. his heart fluttering, having wanted to experience this moment with you for so long but not wanting to lose you. his cheeks aching from smiling so hard.

"i've wanted to kiss you, god you don't even know how long," jaemin spoke, looking down at you. the two still holding large smiles and rosy cheeks.

"i've wanted you to kiss me, for i don't even know how long." he let out a chuckle at your words. leaning your head on jaemins shoulder, while he played with your fingers. the two sitting enjoying the last bit of the sunset together.

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[fruitsofhell]

I'm actually lowkey embarrassed that dissidia post got the attention that it did cause it's easily like, the lowest intellectual effort post I've ever made dbjdjf, so here's the follow up unhinged rant going over what I love about Kuja in Dissidia Duodecim.

Like I was saying, his writing in Duodecim is AMAZING, like everytime I think about it it blows my socks off. It would be so easy if just the whole game he was the Kuja he was during the plot of FF9, shallow, flamboyant, and callous, but they decided to pick up with his arc from the ending! Which is what I like to see in a spinoff like this, not just a rehash of old stuff but a continuation, a reiteration. And doing that also shows great grasp of what his character's about. Dissidia pulls from every mainline Final Fantasy game and isn't shy of the fact that not every game has the most complex villain. I often see Kuja too considered to be just a fun purely evil villain instead of someone with more meat on his narrative bones, which is insulting to me. Kuja isn't motivated by some deep darkness in his soul or a craving for violence and suffering like some other villains, all his actions were motivated by one thing, which was wanting to prove to his creator that he could create his own purpose and worth. It just happens that because he's insane, his methods to this is mass-murder and regicide. He loved life, and Gaian culture, and having a purpose, which is why he has those two massive changes of heart by the end, and is left feeling empty. The life he loved is ending, he scarred the planet that he loved, and the entire narrative he built for himself was null, its just over for him.

And that's where Dissidia picks up, because it understands that Kuja is not a being of darkness nor much of a sadist, he's just a guy who loved theatrics but had that beaten out of him by existential dread and now doesn't want to live anymore. And the only thing that would've given him any reason to live after his defeat, his brother - who was with him till the end and likely the only person from his world who doesn't want to kill him anymore - HAD HIS FUCKING MEMORIES ERASED. So what does Kuja do? He follows Zidane around and tries to help him, because like, literally he's just that grateful to him. Like??? That part's really important to me, cause it would be really easy to assume Kuja was bitter during his defeat, given his actions and apparent shallowness. But this game is SMARTER than that, and it understands that Kuja wasn't angry anymore, he was just empty and still deeply nihilistic. But actually given an opportunity to try again, he sticks to Zidane. Despite there no longer being an external incentive, AND ACTUALLY DESPITE FORCES WORKING AGAINST HIM. Like Kuja was placed on the Chaos side, surrounded by a sea of fellow villains who could produce all the bravado and destruction he used to enjoy, but he was so genuinely disillusioned with that afterwards, he goes out of his way to do right. Despite threat of annihilation by his peers and heroes he was trying to help! LIKE THE GAME GETS THAT HE ISNT JUST EVIL????? IT GETS THAT HE ISN'T JUST A SHALLOW SADIST????? It's fucking heaven-sent.

OH MAN AND THEN HIS INTERACTIONS BEYOND JUST ZIDANE! That interaction he has with Cloud is one of my favorite things ever, it's just fucking rich with characterization for him. And then you have him freeing Terra from her spell because, can you believe it guys, he felt honest to god sympathy and compassion!! Insanity!! And then that leads to his relationship with Kefka which is immaculate! Everything about their relationship helps reiterate Kuja's helplessness as a character and villain, and just makes me fucking DESPISE Kefka. But in the fun intentional way. He's such an abusive, manipulative asshole to him, and it stings like hell to see Kuja once again end up as someone else's pawn BECAUSE HE WAS WILLING TO SPARE ANOTHER FROM THAT FATE. Like it's horrible for him, but it deepens his redemption.

Ok, and last thing is his VOICE!!!!! JD CULLUM!!! JD Cullum, I owe you my life, your Kuja is so delightful! It's just perfect. It has this androgynous softness to it, he switches between the theatrical and honest lines perfectly, and he sounds annoying!! That part is so important to me, if Kuja had a generic sexy villain man voice I'd be so disappointed, but like have you heard him in NT? I don't know why he sounds so happy in that game (I think Zidane has his memories in that one...) but you can hear his stupid little smile behind some of those passive-aggressive one-liners, it's the best! I have Dissidia Duodecim emulated on my PC just for Kuja's lines.

Final Fantasy 9 is criminally underloved by Square, and Kuja as beloved as he is is so often misunderstood and mischaracterized by fans. Dissidia being the only other piece of official media he has a role in and getting it THIS RIGHT brings a tear to my eye. The game in general is just really above average for a silly crossover fighting game, I can't speak for the writing of every character, but I know my Sephiroth friend has moments from that game that give them psychic damage (/positive). And for me, the Kuja Guy, it gives me plenty as well. But also some negative psychic damage cause why tf does he look like that.

[honestreviewsblog]

The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

Everyone who knows me knows how obsessed I am over P&P so when I read a Tumblr thread on Pinterest that said that this is one of the best things in the world... okay I didn't watch it instantly cos I'm prejudiced (badumtss) BUT a few years later, I found another thread that says it's amazing and people should go watch it and I'm bored so I thought, "alright?? maybe i WILL watch it????". And I did and it was the BEST FREAKING THING IN THE WORLD OMG.

I've watched the BBC and 2005 version and while I loooveee both versions equally in my heart of hearts, I think this version perfectly encapsulates my idea of Jane when I read the book. Jane was described in the book by Mrs Hurst and Caroline as "a sweet girl". In fact Jane was the only one in the Bennet family who received a compliment from both their judgy ass which further proves just how sweet Jane really was. And the actress totally nailed it, she was so soft-spoken and calm and good natured, when you see her all you can really think about was, "Oh my God she's so sweet".

Charles Bingley/Bing Lee's charac is much more nuanced in here and when you look at what he did to Jane in a modern eye, you might dislike him just a bit honestly. But I guess in this version, their feelings were mutual and they both knew that. In the regency era versions, he didn't know Jane's feelings because she's shy and didn't show it much and along with her family being soooo embarrassing, he was persuaded to end the "engagement" by the people whose opinions he hold in the highest favor. He fully redeemed himself tho the moment he knew and in all the versions, you just couldn't help but like him in the end cos he's an overall good guy and good person just surrounded by judgmental people lol.

Wickham's a first class a-hole, I hated him before but now I LOATHE him, he's a HORRIBLE person hope he dies a most painful death. Meanwhile Lydia, I looove her in this version. I can't believe I'd say this really, it sounds so crazy but yes I do love Lydia. I think she was a victim of her choices but she shouldn't be held majorly accountable for that. She's a kid, she didn't know better but when she did, she gained a lot of wisdom from it.

Lizzie couldn't be more relatable—she was relatable before but now with all the technology, it feels like she's speaking for my soul. Meanwhile Darcy is soooo dreamy, and much much more hilarious. Everytime he shows up I just wanna rewatch it all over again. He's also more intimidating tho in a sense probably bcs of his limited screen time and how the vlogs are structured to only see what Lizzie wants you to see and only what is sometimes taken from a camera "candidly". No other point of views and no other camera points that might suggest otherwise. The whole vlog was totally Lizzie, it's like travelling inside her mind and only knowing people through her. It was definitely a whole other experience to which I absolutely loveeee as I do like to experience P&P in different ways.

Kinda sad that I didn't get to watch it at the height of its popularity tho cos I can only imagine the hype?? the chaos?? the excitement for the next episode next week?? the intensity of waiting for Mr. Darcy to finally appear on screen?? It must've been sooo crazyyyyy

Overall it was 10/10 I can't believe I finished it in 2 DAYS WTHHHH I WAS SO OBSESSED

[mbavholidayexchange]

to: @doublemyheight from: @bloodykora

Title: Art Therapy | Rating: Teen | Word Count: 2.3k | Summary: Erica's been given gentle detention with Mr. G, in a hope of letting her release her inner emotions he persuades her to paint. Rory tags along too because the more the merrier.

They had sat in that classroom for what felt like hours, in reality it had been about 40 minutes. It was a practice her guidance counselor had recommended after she may have gotten in trouble for "bullying" one of the fresh men. She wasn't necessarily a troublemaker but Erica's attitude was beginning to be known by the teachers and principal.

Mr. G volunteered to supervise Erica while she painted out some of her aggression. Which she had already been highly embarrassed before Rory practically signed himself up for it too. Wanting any excuse to be near her, to be with her. In turn ruining any escape plans Erica may have had. She would've been dreading it if it weren't for the small little flutter in her heart considering she wouldn't be as alone in the classroom.

"Now Erica, this is not a punishment or something to be ashamed of. Everybody has feelings that are sometimes too big for their body, all I want is for you to paint something. Anything. As long as it's finished, you will be free to go." Mr. G presents his words with a smile in front of the canvas and easel before walking back to the desk. Taking a seat and beginning paperwork.

She had sat there since, a few lines drawn on with a pencil but her mind drawing a blank. And everytime Rory would try to initiate conversation, Mr. G would stop and remind him that it was Erica's time to reflect and that talking could be done later. And that he had his own thing to pay attention to, gesturing to the canvas in front of him as well. She had memorized the cracks in the wooden easel, how the grooves wove through the material. Listening to the ticking of the clock, the repetitive clicks of Mr. G's keyboard as he emailed other teachers, the taps of Rory's vans hitting the tile floor. She would sneak peeks at him, hoping his insistent fidgeting would ignite something in her brain to snap and start something on the white in front of her.

'What would mom do? She wouldn't even be here, she isn't here.' Her thoughts ramble on as any teenage with parental issues would. 

She leans to the side, sneaking a glance at Mr. G before picking up her pencil. Her fingers roll it a bit before gently writing a delicate fuck you onto the canvas. She grins, taking a small amount of pride in her victory. A true rebellion to the institution.

Rory’s eyes flutter to the blonde next to him, he always felt like she casted this glow onto him. And it wasn’t just because of her beauty. He had always looked up to her independence and strong will, even before when they were both humans. Behind her shy and polite exterior hid the fire that vampirism had so welcomingly brought out. His lips crack into a smile, reading over the words lightly scrawled onto her art project. He sits, watching as she puts her hand near her mouth, slightly picking at her bottom lip. 

The sound of a chair scraping draws both their attentions, Mr. G having now stood up.

“I hope you both are ready to show me at least something over there!” He says with an excitement only an art/history/whatever he taught teacher could have. Erica’s small smirk had dropped, the whole fuck the system was going to now bite her in the ass. Her hands drop, mouth agape as her mind races for some excuse to stop him.

Next to her Rory automatically dips his hand into his cup of maroon, previously using it for spot marks on the yellow that had been thickly added to his masterpiece. Having gotten it from the crate in between them on the ground holding all different colours, brushes and red solo cups. Before even having a second thought he gently smacks onto hers, paint splattering with a slap sound. Erica’s face flinches, turning to the side to avoid the spray getting onto her. Her eyebrows furrow as her eyes re-open, turning to look at him in shock and a smidge of anger. His eyes meet her furious ones, shrugging his shoulders in defense.

“Rory! Now that is not how we encourage Erica, you need to apologize to her.” Mr. G says, coming around and behind them. Staring at the two portraits, shaking his head to himself. Rory is quick to fess up.

“I apologize Erica, I am not sure why I did it. Just popped into my brain and I did it, I can clean up what I did.” His words are half sincere, knowing it did just pop into his head but not feeling remorse considering the words that had been there before were now covered.

“Well, I am off to get paper towels. Now you two don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone.” He waits for the confirmation, finally turning to leave when they both nod in agreement. They watch as he opens the classroom door and leaves. 

“What did you do that for? I would have figured something out, now mine is all dirty you genius!” Her voice lets out in a hushed whisper, hands gesturing with her words.

“You had eff you on there, and there was no time.” He half explains, she knew and understood why he did it. A part of her felt relieved too yet she still had the difficulty of receiving the help her friends, and more, had to offer.

They both sit quietly, fidgeting with hands and hair. Erica takes a breath, finally pushing away the mental wall.

“I like your giraffe.” Her words barely take a second to register in Rory’s ears before he perks up, turning to face her fully in excitement.

“Did you know wild giraffes fight with their necks? They whip each other with them, it’s very strange and a tad silly. They also have very long tongues that’s black and then purple slash pinkish!” He rambles a bit as she listens, staring blankly.

“I didn’t know you liked them that much.” She sighs out, finally taking a brush in her hand. She begins to spread the colour sporadically over the white. Breaking the tension that now seemed so non serious between her and the assignment.

“They’re so cool! Well, cool in the chill way. They don’t compare to crocodiles cause they are more of a dangerous cool.” Erica ponders for a moment before glancing at Rory beside her.

“Do they have any natural predators?”

“No, only humans! Adult crocodiles are so strong they’re top of the food chain, except the babies. They are sometimes hunted by raccoons or bir-” His rambling gets cut off by Erica who although was curious, she did not care about wetland ecosystems that much.

“I meant giraffes dude.”

“Oh.” He pauses nodding before continuing again. “They do have some like lions or hyenas, even leopards! But to be fair, they are herbivores. Not hunters like the other animals I mentioned. Actually, scientists report that only a quarter of baby giraffes make it to adulthood because of their natural predators.”

She nods and listens, looking back to the canvas. Her thoughts rush through her subconscious as Rory continues to talk, he keeps his gaze on her as he mumbles on though. Her canvas has become dark, black residing on the outer edges before fading into a maroon and then into a crimson red in the middle. He readjusts on his stool before realizing the red had taken the shape of a heart.

“What are you painting?”

“Not sure, something vampiric though. Dark and gloomy like our eternal souls.” She lets her more whimsical side shine in her words.

“Woah, that sounded like it would be out of your Dusk books.” She smirks, nodding in what Rory could only assume was pride.

She continues on, reaching down to grab a new cup and colour. Taking a smaller brush to add a tan kinda tone in the middle of the red in a smallish line. She pauses, waiting for the layer to dry before going back in.

“You know, Mr. G is taking his sweet time.” Erica remarks, checking the clock on the wall in front of them.

“I wonder if he or us slipped into an alternate dimension, like when we pulled Benny and Ethan and Sarah out of that weird ghost-like state.” Her hand shoots up as if to block what he said, like she was keeping his aura at bay.

“Do not start manifesting that, it’s the last thing I need right now.” He snickers at her comment.

“You’re starting to sound like Benny.” Her mouth falls open into shock, looking insulted.

“How could you ever say that to me? I’m way more sophisticated and hotter than him.” Her hand goes back down to her thigh, still in shock at Rory’s comparison.

She presses a finger onto the canvas, testing the wetness of the paint. She looks onto her finger tips, noticing no stain left. She picks the black paint back up, stealing Rory’s black paint brush. Dipping it into the cup before moving close to the canvas, steadying her arm on the easel. Her purple painted nailed hand gently begins to make the shape of an eye, the outer rim and the circle of the pupil. She takes her hand back, looking at her artwork. The lighter colour she put down earlier was to resemble the skin of the eyelid fold above the eye. She goes back in, finishing some of the details such as eyelashes and lines, not disturbing the other parts she had just painted.

“Wow, that looks great Erica!” A voice booms over the pair of them as Erica pulls back from her creation. She jumps a bit due to her being fully concentrated in the work.

“Maybe you just needed the authoritarian figure out of the way to break out of your shell a bit, this makes a lot of sense.” He begins to tap his finger on his chin before walking to his desk, scooping the pile of pages up before returning back near the exit.

“Now, I am going to trust you both. I am heading just next door to finish up my paperwork, I’ll come check on yous in every so often. I want you to keep the creative energy flowing!” Rory nods excitedly and Mr. G exits the room. Leaving the vampires again.

“Well, maybe now we can sneak out. I don’t think there’s anything else to add to mine.” Erica mumbles, turning back to her station.

“Nuh uh! You are missing the best part.” She looks to him with her eyebrows furrow, insinuating she had no clue what he was referring to. 

“You have to sign it, every artist signs their painting.” He explains, turning back to his canvas. Picking up a brush, dipping it into a green he had for a leaf that the giraffe was chewing on and scribbled his name messily in the corner. 

“See, gotta leave the artist mark.” 

“I am not an artist, besides. I don't even know if I'll keep it.” She sighs, finding the whole exercise Mr. G had insisted upon as stupid. However her actions go against her words as she lightly writes E.J in the corner of it. 

“Well, if you don't want it. Then I'll take it!” Rory insists, getting to his feet way faster then Erica had expected. She stutters over her words as he happily trots around her and lifts it off her work station. 

“I think it would go beautifully with the Star Wars poster and mathematics award on my wall.” He says, mostly to himself yet Erica feels a sense of pride in her chest. 

“If you want it that badly then sure, take whatever your heart desires.” The end of the sentenced is more muttered out as she brushes her hair behind her ear. 

“Yeah, you're right. I should give something back, make it a fair trade.” He scans around the room ad Erica questions how she had fallen for the blond with almost no social awareness. His eyes fall onto his giraffes, his beloved giraffes. She follows his gaze onto them, understanding how big of a present it would mean. 

“Rory I don't something in return, its fine. I was just whining.” She tries to convince him. But he insistently shakes his head. 

“You have to take good care of them, make sure they like the spot they will be in. You have to say hello to them as well and they like Elton John.” A small smile begins to appear on her face as he talks about them like they're alive. 

“Rory, I will take care of them like they are my children. Okay?” For a moment Rory could actually see her wall come down for a moment, her face softens as she speaks to him. He stops talking, smiling widely before nodding to her. 

“You wanna get outta here? I know a super place where we could catch some coyotes!” His eagerness bounces through him, grabbing his jacket and bag. Slinging it over his shoulder as his other hand holds the painting. 

“Ew coyotes! Why can't we just nibble on a college student and be done with it?” Erica states, getting up to grab her stuff along with Rory's painting. 

“I swore to Ethan I'd never drink from a person without their permission.” Rory looks at Erica, half disappointed. They had already had long talks about human vs animal consumption. 

“Ughh you're no fun.” She lets out before they hear a familiar voice through the echo of the hall. 

“How are we doing over here guys?” Footsteps being to approach, the blondes quickly look at each other. Erica breaks into a grin before running out the door, going in a spur. Rory follows her right after. 

The only thing Mr. G finds left behind are used solos cups, some paint splatter and two empty easels. 

[matenrou-fan]

Requests Open again? Let's go before it's too late 🤧I'm on my period and it hurts so f***ing MUCH!!!

BadAss Temple(separately ofc) playing the pocky game with their fem!s/o(She is the one that suggested btw, I dunno I always imagine the s/o being a little bratty, specially with Hitoya and Kuko) - Maid Cafe Anon

BadAss Temple playing the pocky game with their fem!s/o

Kuko and bratty s/o.. It sounds like a good competition. Also hope my work will make you feel better <3

femreader, teasing, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-"Huh? What do you wanna try? Alright, but don't complain if I start to play by my rules, alright?"

-Maybe you thought you could confuse him with such a thing? Well, actually yes, but only when you both get too close to the middle and your lips start to brush at each other.

-Till this moment he's pretty bold, not even interrupting eye contact with you, holding your waist softly. Cause right now for Kuko it's actually just a game, a challenge to make you blush first.

-So he would try to get to the middle first, and when he notices that you're not pulling away, but also quickly eating your part, that's where all his bratty attitude fades away. It's much harder to look at your face now, when he can feel your tickling breathe..

-Yet of course Kuko would act brave till the end, trying to show with his whole expression that he has no shame. If his mouth wouldn't be busy with a long biscuit, your boyfriend would totally tease you just to see a more shy glow in your eyes, yet your smirk tells him you're going to be as bratty as he is..

-Even if he can't stop his heart from beating so fast, there's no way he would pull away and hide his face, never! So you would end up with a kiss on the first attempt.

-And it would be a pretty messy kiss, as now, when you don't have this stupid sweet between your mouths and you close your eyes, Kuko can take revenge and make you more embarrassed. He was seeing your teasing expression and now wants to make it into some blushing and nervous one. And he knows exactly how to do this.

-So maybe after two or three Pocky he will get a taste, and get more calm, enjoying such a game. Now it's your turn to find out it's actually pretty hard to keep your cool when someone looks at you like this..

-"What's wrong, s/o? This time you looked away, I noticed this.." - Kuko smirk, pinching your waist lightly. - "I'm sure in the next round you would finally pull away, doncha?"

-Just at what moment you both forgot about candies and just started sharing more kisses..?

-"Ahh, so today my princess of the darkness wants to delight me with some game from human's world? Then I'm ready to be amused.."

-Of course he's so nervous that he switches to his pompous mode!! All your teases and games always leave him all red and trembling, as he giggles nervously. And now, such a test makes him nervous.

-As soon as you place a sweet stick between your mouths, that's it, Jyushi is absolutely embarrassed again.

-For the first few times you win, as he just can't help but pull away everytime his eyes meet yours. Your faces are so close, and you look at him so playful, and the fact that you also hold BOTH OF HIS HANDS.. His heart can't take it!!

-After you offered your boyfriend to close his eyes and just enjoy the taste of biscuit, everything got better, and your lips finally pressed to each other. For a second Jushi shrugs, mewling in your mouth but you just grab his shoulders, continuing to kiss him.

-A pretty quick kiss, as you were kinda afraid he would fall unconscious now. And, also, after that he just gets more coy, closing his eyes every time tips of your noses start to tickle each other..

-Well, when you already eat almost half of a packet, Jyushi gets used to such a naughty game, starting to look at you more with need than with embarrassment. After all, even with someone as sensitive as he can start to be pretty bold, huh..?

-"L..let's take another one, please.." - with a soft mumble, Jushi looked away. - "I swear, it will be the last one.."

-Of course you ended up eating a whole reserve you had. Well, how could you both pay attention to how many sweets you eat, when your lips were much more delicious?

-"... this is the first time I heard about something like that. If you wanna kiss me, just say it, okay?"

-Acting like he's too old for any games, but actually he enjoys some playful teases, just not in such a way. But there's a first time for everything?

-There's no way you would outplay him with your bratty behavior and boldness. Oh, how sweet, but he's too stoic to actually get embarrassed so quickly, watching with delight how slowly your face changes when you realize for him it's nothing.

-And, of course, you would finish with a kiss in your first attempt. And he would be the one to initiate this, as Hitoya already ate his half and quickly covered your part, before luring you into a long kiss. A really long one, as he wants to melt you more as fast as possible.

-It's just really amusing, seeing how you ended up falling into the trap you made for him. And your boyfriend would totally tease you about this, tickling you with his words almost as with his deep kisses.

-Actually, one Pocky is enough for him, but if you want to make a round twox then he doesn't mind. Go on, want to lose again?

-Hitoya's is willing to do this as long as you want. Cause, despite he really loves to see your bratty smirk, watching as your brows start trembling and cheeks blush every time his lips meet yours is one of his favorite things, actually.

-"Mm, maybe someone should just give up, don't you think?" - with a soft but low chuckle he pulls away another biscuit you put in your mouth and puts it aside, instead just leaning closer, titillating your lips with his in a light touch. - "Just admit your defeat and I'll reward you with another kiss, okay?"

[magnuficent76]

Hey guys I'm Normal about ocs. Here's Baltazar because I love them so so bad.

- What would they be embarrassed to admit about themself? What would they deny about themself?

☆ Baltazar is ashamed of literally Every Part Of Himself even if he really wishes he wasn't. It's more compulsory than anything, but they feel like if they're vulnerable for even a split second everyone is going to immediately start taking them apart the same way they do it to themselves. His whole life has been shameful in his eyes and as such unless he's ABSOLUTELY SURE he can trust other people, he would rather hide it all behind a wall of what everyone already expects and is familiar with <3 however, if they absolutely had to pick, it'd be anything related to their sports career and the whole… yk, alcoholism thing.

- Opposite to the above: What would they proudly admit, and what would they like to claim about themself?

☆ Hmmm… not a lot if we're being honest. Maybe their current profession as a farmhand/magica inspector. Or his kids ! He's real proud of those !... nd yeah nothing else.

- If caught in an inconsistency or a hypocrisy, how do they react? How would they go about fixing it, or alternatively, how would they go about denying and deconstructing it?

☆ Baltazar can't lie as per Celestial law, which makes them shake and blink compulsively to indicate them lying, but they ARE really good at wording actual facts into less conspicuous stuff. Loophole yay ! They don't often have to go back and fix their words, but if they do, they'll more often than not just add more stuff into the mix so it still won't TECHNICALLY be a lie, just a really over decorated truth. People buy it more often than not but if they don't, he just resorts to panic-gaslighting. Normal guy style.

- How much, and how deeply do they think about other characters' opinions that aren't about them specifically? For example if they knew one of their friends liked or disliked another person, how much thought do they give it?

☆ Baltazar values his friends' opinions and takes them to heart, so more often than not if his friends tell him someone is bad he'll try to keep a distance from them just until he can see if what his friends say it's true. Its a bad habit but they can't bring themselves to stop because of some codependency issues. Don't worry abouts it.

- Are they able to perform something 'Quick'? Do they prefer to sacrifice time over quality, or vice versa? How do they dispense effort per task?

☆ Oh absolutely. The switch between Baltazar's regular shy personality and their "performance" personality is like night and day. They learned how to do it early in their life so they could feel less anxious about Literally Everything, and now they do it on command. Balt, when he wants to be, is loud and unpredictable, really putting on a show for everyone around him so they don't notice how he's visibly shaking the entire time. Quality is important to him and he HATES having to do things out of the blue, often practicing several dozens of times before feeling he's got it down perfectly, but if time calls for it NOW then he's doing it NOW and he's doing it BIG. No halfwaysies we die like gods.

- How patient are they with themself vs. Others? Why, and how so?

(Small cw for suicide ment !)

☆ For everyone else, Baltazar is a saint. They can explain an instruction thousands of times in different ways just for someone to get it, and they'll be happy to assist in case they still need help, but with themself ??? Dude you might as well ask them to explode because there's nothing this man hates more than being understanding to themself. He messes up a single time and he's like "OK well guess you're too dumb nd stupid to do this even though you know how to. Fuckin idiot. Die now". He had to put a hex on himself to stop saying he's going to kill himself everytime he fails at something because it was disturbing other people. Normal style.

- How seriously do they carry other people's worries? How much does this impact their actions?

☆ They can't seriously be bothered to actually worry about themselves because of The Depression and such, but if other people express worry this guy would rather DIE than make them feel bad for not helping. Nooo girl I'm sorry I didn't take good care of myself and haven't slept for a week I'll do it right now ::( are you mad at me I'll explode for you if you want me to

- What would they Not want to change about themself? What parts of their self do they cling to, desperately? Even when those things would be already gone?

☆ This is actually kinda important in his later arc so I can't explain it too much but :3 heehoo.

- What would make them focus on themself more?

☆ People saying they want him to stop treating himself badly on purpose. It's literally like kryptonite to him. They feel SO bad having other people be worried for them so they immediately put in that extra effort to get the worry to stop.

- How do they tread around controversial opinions? Is it case by case, or depending on the company? In what way? Are they assured in their worldview or unsure? Are they open minded?

☆ Baltazar has been a punk by proxy since their conception like 3 million years ago before the word was even invented, so you bet your ass they're going to bring it up and be loud about it too. More often than not it comes up naturally and they talk about it but they're also just loud In General. His mind may be open but once something is in there it hardly ever gets out, so good luck trying to change his extremely concrete world view that has been Like That for hundreds of years now.

- How easily do they relate with other characters?

☆ He's (a little too) high empathy, so pretty easily all things considered ! Giving advice to everyone else is way easier than following it himself though...

Getting to know your character better

Here's some (hopefully) less basic things to think about when deepening your character.

- What would they be embarrassed to admit about themself? What would they deny about themself?

- Opposite to the above: What would they proudly admit, and what would they like to claim about themself?

- If caught in an inconsistency or a hypocrisy, how do they react? How would they go about fixing it, or alternatively, how would they go about denying and deconstructing it?

- How much, and how deeply do they think about other characters' opinions that aren't about them specifically? For example if they knew one of their friends liked or disliked another person, how much thought do they give it?

- Are they able to perform something 'Quick'? Do they prefer to sacrifice time over quality, or vice versa? How do they dispense effort per task?

- How patient are they with themself vs. Others? Why, and how so?

- How seriously do they carry other people's worries? How much does this impact their actions?

- What would make them focus on themself more?

- What would they Not want to change about themself? What parts of their self do they cling to, desperately? Even when those things would be already gone?

- Do they think of something as "Their thing", even though other people would disagree? Why so? Are they just not as open or upfront about it as they think? Or do they have gaps in self perception?

- Opposite of the above: Are there some things that others would consider "Their thing" in relation to your character, but they disagree? Why?

- How do they tread around controversial opinions? Is it case by case, or depending on company? In what way? Are they assured in their worldview or unsure? Are they open minded?

- How easily do they relate with other characters?