#i washed my face too hard 😔

[circumlocutive]

Nosebleed!

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | knotting

pairing | alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader

warnings | omegaverse elements: knotting, mating press, breeding (and me not knowing like anything about the omegaverse.) unprotected p in v. clit rubbing. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. crying kink. breeding kink (like fr he wants her pregnant lol.) he comes in her. some brief aftercare. alpha!steve is so hot and powerful it's ruining my life.

word count | 859

an | i've wanted to write something substantial for an omegaverse au for sooo long but i've just been so hesitant to bc i don't feel super well-versed in the genre. shoutout to @starksbabie, ao3, and my google images search for teaching me everything i know about knotting LOL. and @brandycranby for teaching me about the mating press lol. if i got anything wrong, please let me know!!

imagine being alpha!steve's prized omega and mate, being fucked and bred by him during your heat 🤤 (nomad!steve is what comes to mind first, but i've also had a soft spot for endgame look for the longest time, so i'll let you take your pick 😉)

steve's the kind of alpha that doesn't let you lift a single finger (in or out of heat); everything's always done for you because duh!! you're his baby!! this is especially true when it comes to sex during your heat. your only job is to be pleasured and bred. your alpha will do everything for you, no need to worry your pretty little head 💕

thinking about him spreading you out on your back, bringing your bottom up to the edge of the bed so he can stand over you and pound into you as you lay there and take it. he gets you nice and comfy, laying a blanket down beneath you and positioning a pillow under your head to make it easier for you to look up and keep eye contact. of course, he knows you'll spend much of the ordeal with your eyes closed or rolled back in bliss 😏

the number one thing you crave during your heat is the feeling of being filled up, and by now steve's fucked you enough to make you crave being filled by him specifically. he's massive, even for an alpha. long, thick, and unbelievably powerful. because of his overwhelming size and strength, he has to maintain a good balance of fucking you hard enough to satisfy you both, but not too hard to prevent injury

the look on his face as he's ramming into you is a mixture of such pure love and authority. he absolutely talks you through it 😔🙏 you're so overcome with pleasure, he understands it's hard for you to do much talking back

sliding in and out of you at a steady speed, watching as your face is washed over with relief as you finally get what you need. "there you go, honey," smiling as he sees your tummy trembling as it's filled up, "gonna keep fucking this pretty little pussy, just keep being my good girl and taking it. let me give you what you need, doll"

bringing his thumb up to swipe over your quivering clit, always a little eager and impatient with how much he loves to see you come. crooning as you whine and wriggle at the burning feeling he's creating, "i know, baby. i know- so sensitive there, aren't you? look at this pretty little clit. so needy for me"

"nng... n-nnn," he loves the soft, weak little noises you're making. and he loves it even more as they gradually grow louder and more desperate, signaling your building climax

he's working his thumb quicker over your slick button to help keep the pressure rising, "c'mon baby, almost there. you gonna come for me? let's see if we rub a little faster-... oh-" he gasps almost mockingly with a smug smile, praising you heavily as you clench down on his swollen length

and god he could never get tired of seeing you coming. watching as your little face scrunches, your toes curling up in delight, your tummy spasming helplessly as you stammer through a string of angelic, breathy whimpers

"goood, so good for me, baby. keep coming for me, that's it," he draws out his words as you're coming down from your first high. your big, watery eyes and soft little squeaks, paired with having just seen you come, and knowing how sensitive and overstimulated you feel now?? it all makes steve's eyes burn as the heat and primal urges within him rise

it doesn't take long for him to near the edge himself. his large hands come down to manhandle you into position, grabbing under your thighs to force them up, your feet splaying out in the air as he leans himself down over you, his speed and forcefulness bringing tears to your eyes

"gonna come, sweetheart. you want me to fill you up? wanna carry my pups in that pretty little tummy of yours? come on, baby-... shit, that's it-.. f-fuck-"

the feeling of his base rounding out inside you has you crying out weakly, your entire body bracing as you feel the pressure in your core reaching its limit. as the heavy band snaps, your poor, helpless form seizes and spasms beneath your alpha. steve's heavy load shoots into you, the tight mass bulging just inside your entrance locking him inside, forcing you to take what you're given

seconds feel like hours. eventually everything fades to soft tingles as the silence is filled by your and steve's heavy breathing. as soon as he's able, he's shifting so delicately hold you against him, his thick knot still pulsing inside you hard enough to let you feel his heartbeat. "shhh, shhh," he's wiping away the tears that escaped down your cheeks, letting you rest your face in the crook of his neck to breathe in his familiar scent. "i got you, doll. just rest now. close your eyes, i'll take care of you"

[supercutszns]

you may be right | hughie campbell

wc + pairing: 2.2k, hughie campbell x f!reader

synopsis: you’re left bloody and bummed after a mission with the boys. you do your best to clean up in the bathroom, and hughie, your not-so-subtle crush, offers to help.

warnings/notes: love hughie so bad but he was done so dirty in s4😔 NOTHINGG gets me like a nerdy man. also my first time branching out from pjo content so i hope u enjoy <3 ft. lots of blood, jokes about death, it’s the boys that’s a trigger in and of itself, questionable humour

No matter how many times you spit, a bloody tang lingers in the back of your throat.

“Jesus,” you hack, leaning down to press your forehead into the sink. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

You can’t even bring yourself to look in the mirror anymore. Everything—literally everything—is covered in blood. You feel it caked under your fingernails, in your hair, on your face.

The door clicks open behind you. “Still bad, huh?”

You grimace, looking past yourself in the mirror to see Hughie in the reflection. It’s sort of a relief that he doesn’t look any better. He stands awkwardly in the doorway, his head almost grazing the ceiling. “I mean, I can make out my face now, so, there’s some improvement?” You reply.

“How am I?” He asks.

You pretend to consider. “Pretty fucking bad, Hughie.”

His bloody face creases, and he sighs. “C’mon, we can share the sink,” you gesture. “This bathroom’s disgusting anyways.”

He smiles faintly, wiping his hand down his face. It leaves a streak of skin from his right temple to chin. There’s a bit of a lull as he comes to the bathroom counter, the door shutting behind him.

“Blood makes your eyes pop,” you quip, shuffling over so he can have some of the sink.

He laughs. “Yeah, thanks. I love what the red does to your hair.”

His eyes flick over you briefly, and you can’t help but smile back. A year ago you’d have wrung your own neck if you knew you’d be cleaning blood off your face in a shitty basement bathroom with a bunch of criminals, but now it’s an almost welcome break from all the running and fighting and other fuckshit. Besides, don’t all women dream about wiping blood off the guy they’re into?

You should’ve known this was inevitable. Your crush on Hughie had started slow, almost unnoticeably, but now you have to stop your skin from short-circuiting whenever you touch him. You’d hit it off the second you met. You were both out of your element, and he was the only one who responded to your awkward sense of humour. The only way either of you could cope with absurdity was by cracking up in the midst of a mission until Butcher threatened to sew your toes on backwards if you didn’t cut it out. You’re pretty sure the feeling goes both ways, but at this point your life is so fucked up that everything could be a figment of your imagination.

You both wash your faces in relative silence. It’s hard, watching someone else’s blood run down the drain. It’s also hard for you not to say something incredibly stupid. (In retrospect one of them is definitely easier than the other.)

“You holding up okay?” Hughie asks after a while. “You’ve been, uh … been pretty quiet.”

Crimson water drips from your wrists. There’s such unbridled concern in his voice that your hands stop scrubbing. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” you say a little too forcefully. “I’m just … I still don’t think I’m used to this.”

There’s a certain gravity that always catches up to you, when the adrenaline has left your system and you’re scrubbing away the consequences. Usually it comes when you’re alone, but right now all the blood left on you weighs twice as much as your own and you don’t think you’ll ever get rid of it.

You’re still hunched over the sink when Hughie says quietly, “Yeah.”

He turns the tap off, grabs a towel and passes it to you. “At least it’s not just me this time, though. You ever notice everyone else gets to leave with a bunch of sick scars but I’m the one that gets blasted with some guy’s insides?”

A laugh rings out of you, and you keel over even more into the sink. “Could you word that any worse, Jesus!”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re being blasted by some guy’s insides?”

“That is not—not like that!”

“Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if it was like that, Hughie.”

He swats you on the shoulder through bouts of laughter. “That’s besides the point!”

This moment feels infinitely better than anything else the world could offer you. You lean on each other like drunks until the mood is sobered, but there’s a flutter in your sternum that won’t go away.

You’re running the towel over your face for the umpteenth time when Hughie lets out a hum. “Hold on, you have some on the back of your neck.”

“Hm?” Your vision blurs when you rub the cloth off of your face.

“Want me to—just—I got it.” Hughie fumbles for the cloth in your hand and you fumble back and it becomes a sort of fumble-off until you realize what’s happening.

“Sorry, sorry,” you mumble into a laugh. The fog in your head has just thickened tenfold. Your palms press into your eyeballs. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me!”

Hughie chuckles too. “I think we’re tired. And psychologically damaged.” He runs the cloth under some warm water. “C’mere, I’ll help.”

The fuzziness is much more pleasant now, at the very least numbing your idiotic nerves. You shuffle around until you’re directly in front of Hughie, trying not to stare at yourself in the mirror looking rougher than you’ve ever been. He sweeps the hair on the back of your neck and it tingles. “Thank you,” you murmur.

“No problem.”

You’re eternally lucky that Hughie’s as easy to talk to as he is to not talk to. The silence unfurls like a blanket, easy and warm. You almost want to live in it, this sleepy in-between. It’s nice not to think.

Hughie laughs almost imperceptibly behind you, and you feel it against your back. “Shit, sorry,” you mutter. At some point you’d shifted your weight onto him and hadn’t bothered to notice.

“No, it’s okay!” Hughie says earnestly, and your stomach twists again.

You can’t help yourself; you let your head loll back until it hits his chest. You notice the cloth has been abandoned on the counter. “How long have you been done?” You ask stupidly.

His lopsided smile peeks out. “A while. You kinda zoned out there.”

“Sorry,” you mumble again, your cheek smushed into his chest.

“Don’t worry,” he says gently. You think you’re dreaming, the way he smooths out your hair with his fingertips. “Want me to get the rest on your face so you can shower?”

“There’s still some on my face?”

“Just like, a little. Not that much. None at all, really, if you squint.”

You crane your head to give him a funny look. His cheeks seem pink, but that might just be the blood. “Mmkay, I can’t tell if you’re lying.”

“As long as you don’t look in the mirror right now, you never will.”

You squint at him, but he’s smiling so you know you’re smiling too, and the space between you is infinite and buzzing. You feel like a teenage girl. You feel like an average person. You feel like you’re not hiding out in a porn shop basement doused with someone else’s blood.

After you turn around, you lean back on the counter, the edge cutting into your hips. You don’t mind much, not when you’re already hurting everywhere else and not when Hughie is paying this much attention to you. Unprompted flurries of laughter pass between you two, a bewildered sort of communication coined for each other.

“Wanna get up?” He asks.

You nod, adjusting before hoisting yourself onto the counter with your palms. Hughie’s hands skim at your waist, like a last-resort effort to help. You hope so, so badly that’s not all it is.

Warmth crawls up your neck and peaks in your cheeks. You’re so used to being perpetually nervous now— both with high-risk situations and your schoolgirl crush. You keep waiting to feel the jitters now, with Hughie so close, the cloth sweeping over your pulse point like it’s daring you. But it feels different. Maybe it’s because you’re sleepy. Hughie’s company is the greatest luxury you have in this life, so you’re just going to enjoy it. It feels easier than anything else you’ve done the past few weeks.

You’d be lying if you pretended like this doesn’t feel like the closest you’ve ever been to another person. Hughie is one of the gentlest people you’ve ever met—and all his goodness goes to waste on you. You, and this life that tries to snuff it out of him. The tang of blood still wafts over you, but on Hughie it smells warmer, almost sweet, and it’s kind of fucked-up you’re thinking that, right?

“You smell good,” you say anyway, mostly because you want to see what he says back.

“Thanks,” he grins, “I should try adding blood into my cologne, I guess.”

You snort. His smile ticks wider, and you think he’s rosier under the scruff of his beard. He holds your gaze a second longer than acceptable, and soon it’s a second more, and another one, until there’s no point in looking away.

He rests the cloth against your jaw. The stillness in the room snaps you awake. You watch him raptly, admiring the notch between his brows when they furrow. “I want to do something stupid,” he admits quietly. “And probably weird.”

Your spine tingles. “What?” You ask. “Hughie, what?”

“Okay, forget it, it’s seriously weird,” he says, but doesn’t move.

“We’re underneath a porn shop covered in blood,” you deadpan. “Is anything weird anymore?”

He laughs a bit and his head angles down, losing your eye contact. A part of you lurches. You don’t want the spell to break. “Hughie.” He’s already looked back up before you finished his name. “C’mon.”

Tentatively, you touch him, right beneath the collar of his shirt. He leans a little closer. “Sure it’s not weird?”

“I’m sure.” Your smile is easy, infectious, the stubborn kind that reveals itself whenever you’re with him. Your noses brush and it sends a jolt all the way to your toes.

“If you hate this, it’s your fault,” he says pointedly. You want to scold him for his stupid-ass smile that you love so much, or maybe reassure him, but it washes away when he tilts himself down just enough to brush your mouth.

It was a test, a sample to ask This is what you were talking about, right? and you respond by holding his shirt and pulling him in to say Yes. A very earnest yes. Maybe too earnest.

You kiss him properly, just once, just in case this is all you’ll ever get. When Hughie slants down to kiss you better you understand it’s not. He feels it too. The warm, inescapable pull beneath his skin. Hughie Campbell likes you. Like, he likes you likes you. He likes you enough to make out with you when you’re covered in blood and dirt. He likes you enough to sigh when you run your nails along the scruff of his beard. He likes you enough to draw his mouth to the underside of your jaw, like there’s a magnet beneath your skin.

“I’m starting to feel like a vampire,” he admits against your neck, barely silencing your heartbeat in your ears. “All this blood.”

You chuckle, and your body relaxes of its own volition. “Are you into it?”

“Am I a bad person if I say kind of?”

The way he laughs sends ripples through your pulse point, and it’s infectious. The bathroom may be arid and metallic and your clothes may be sticking to your skin, but you’re giggling against Hughie’s warm body and your eyes are closed so is it really that bad?

“Guess what?” You ask, bliss splitting across your face.

His mouth ghosts the crook of your neck. “Mm?”

“I didn’t hate it.” You feel his grin imprint on your skin. “I actually kind of liked it.”

“Yeah?”

“A lot.”

Hughie pulls back. His face is a spectrum of colour, cheeks beet red, eyes an endless swim. “Think I could kiss you again when you’re clean?” He asks, nose wrinkled in a smile.

You can’t help but take his face in your hands and run your thumb over his stubble. His smile softens at the edges and you accept, unbelievably, that this is real. That you feel tender and giggly and satisfied. It was hard to think you’d ever find this kind of innocence again. But the feeling, so gladdening and complete, has overwhelmed you. Even though the blood on your skin will probably never go away.

“What do you think?” You ask, feeling coy.

You can taste his lips again when he says, “Well, I’m really hoping it’s yes, but I’ve got pretty bad luck.”

“You may be right,” you hum, vaguely to a tune of a Billy Joel song he played for you once, and he chuckles. “But not this time.”

“Oh, thank God.”

He cups the back of your head and kisses you again like it’s sacred. You want to live in this warmth forever. It might have made everything worth it. The fear, the exhaustion, the gore. It’s a horrible thought, but maybe kind of true?

“I’m glad you’re real,” you whisper.

You’re almost sure it’s recognition that flashes on his face. He kisses a spot on your jaw where the taint of blood used to be. “I’m glad you’re real too.”

[youn9racha]

i have no clue why but I'm always thinking abt Chan being a pervy boss 😔

NO BECAUSE PERVY CHAN IS MY CUP OF TEA 👹🍴

let me paint you a picture

chan’s your boss at this very big company that he owns. yknow ceo tingz.

he’s your boss and you were his subordinate—employer, assistant, whatever position you want to be. you always respected him and his role as your boss. sure, you had a tiny crush on him—afterall, he was very handsome and charismatic—, and you may or may not have had fantasies of him that resulted in you touching yourself at the end of the night, but you still kept your distance and kept it professionally.

unbeknownst to you, however, chan has always been watching you like a hawk. if you think you’re the pervert for staring at him for too long or fantasize about him, then think again, because chris is way ahead of you.

he would purposely call you over to satiate his hunger, eyeing your legs up to your breast to your pretty face. each time you come in with red lipstick, he would find himself going hard and excuse himself to rub himself while imagining that lipstick staining his cock after sucking and gagging on it. he would also hold your waist each time he wants to “squeeze” his way out (even if the space was big enough).

once instant that got him going to the edge is witnessing you spray your perfume from afar while adjusting your blouse. he took note of the perfume you used and bought it. once he started sniffing it he was hooked on it, often time he would spray his pillow to do things to it, ranging from cuddling to straight up humping until he covered it with his cum, imagining it was your naked body instead of the pillow. of course, he’d wash it but the cycle would repeat itself

anyways, i want chris to use me as the pillow he humps every night.

[itsmattchou]

you and i, dancing in the moonlight !

pairing: zb1 maknae line x fem!reader warnings: i think there are none, english isn't my first language!!! genre: fluff synopsis: relationship dynamics with the zb1 boys notes: i had matthew in it too but i hated it so it got deleted 😁 i literally have no idea what i wrote here. read this with your eyes closed and only open them to like and reblog okay? okay thank you🫶 ALSO I NEED TO UPDATE MY MASTERLIST BC I CHANGED MY USER😭 life is so hard😔

SHEN QUANRUI - she fell first, he fell harder falling for ricky wasn't hard. he's handsome, nice and sweet towards everyone including you, he worked hard and was just straight up lovely. you were in the same class, but you never really talked with each other- well, that was until you two got assigned to do an assignment together. falling for you was easy. after spending some time together and getting to know each other, ricky found himself head over heels in love with you. with each day his feelings grew and he could spend hours thinking and talking about you, to the dismay of gyuvin who had to listen to all of rickys rants about you. as gyuvin likes to call it, ricky is obsessed with you.

KIM GYUVIN - gf with cute laugh x bf who makes her laugh just to hear it gyuvin liked being funny. making friends laugh was always a great feeling and surprisingly a big ego boost too. that was until he met you. the first time he made a joke around you and you let out a laugh, something in him changed forever. gyuvin now loves being funny. by being funny he manages to make you laugh multiple times a day, even when you're feeling sick or upset. there's nothing he adores as much as the sound of your laughter- and he's ready to make a fool of himself at any given time just to hear it again and again and again. he loves seeing you happy more than anything, so please let him make you happy.

PARK GUNWOOK - obvious x painfully oblivious getting gunwook to understand you like him is an unexpectedly hard task. how could somebody so smart like him not get what you want from him? everyone else around you knew. everybody knew that you liked him: you couldn't stop staring at him during classes or lunch, your eyes lit up whenever he entered a room, you laughed at all of his (even unfunny) jokes, you were the first one to offer if he needed something and you'd always go ask him first if you needed help. you had to literally spell it out for him in order to understand it and only then he asked you in a shy and suprised tone, "wait, you like me too?"

HAN YUJIN - warm hands x cold hands the first time you held hands with yujin was still one of your favorite memories with him. a wave of sudden confidence washed over yujin and he did what he wanted to do for some time now; holding your hand. you looked at him with a suprised expression on your face and he looked at you equally suprised for some reason. "what…" you asked, unsure of what was going on on his mind. "why are your hands so cold???" yujin countered. he quickly took your other hand and wrapped his warm hand around it, telling you to please let him warm up your freezing fingers. after months of being together your hands are still always cold while his are always warm. and he still uses the same excuse of 'warming you up' whenever he just wants to hold your hand.

[qtboni]

helloo boniiii (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) i hope ur doing okay todayyyy i saw that you hve ur reqs open and i have an idea!

the way chubby!reader is insecure of how she looks and Simon notices it and comforts her? bye sorry im like so bad at explaining but what would Simon do?

HELLO, BABI ! omg u got me there. im one of those peeps who gets so insecure easily 😔 and really, i want a husband like simon who can comfort me in bad times 😭 thank you for requesting this !!

╰﹒ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Chubby!Reader

OVERVIEW: Simon reassures your insecurities with loving words, and you are overwhelmed with emotions, as he makes you realize the beauty in yourself that you can't see.

C/W: Hurt/comfort! body image issues, insecurities, mentions of body dysmorphia, intimate partner relationship (emotional support), reader expressing emotions and processing trauma, reader struggles with feelings of self-worth.

Simon's car doors shut with a loud thud, echoing through the garage and signaling his departure. A small sense of relief washed over you, knowing that you would have the whole day to yourself.

No more needing to pretend to be okay when you weren't. You slowly made your way to the bathroom and leaned towards the mirror. As you gazed into your reflection, the harsh lights amplified every imperfection.

'I hate how I look,' you thought to yourself as you gazed into the mirror. Every day, you spent too long in the restroom, staring at your reflection, trying to figure out what was wrong with yourself.

Your shoulders were too wide, tummy too fat, and your cheeks were getting fuller by the day. It also doesn't help that your legs look so big on you and the way your thighs would touch together quite so much. You felt gross and ugly, and it seemed like nothing you did could make a difference.

You sighed as you cupped your cheeks, pretending to pull them behind your face. You longed to be slim and thin, or at the very least, pretty. But no matter how hard you tried, it seemed like you were doomed to be the ugly duckling for the rest of your life.

"Why did I let myself get this way?" you wondered.

Tears started to fall from your eyes as your self-pity reached new heights. You didn't understand why everyone else seemed to have it all figured out, while you were stuck here, hating yourself more and more each day.

You wondered if you would ever be able to accept yourself for who you are, or if you would forever be doomed to feel inferior to everyone around you. It was a painful feeling, and one that you struggled with every single day.

Your eyes slowly shifted towards the mirror in the restroom again, and you let out a heavy sigh. Without even really thinking, you started to pinch and pull at your skin. Your fingers zeroed in on your thighs and you frowned, unable to help but focus on the parts of your body that you didn't like.

Your hand then moved to your midsection, and you stared at your reflection in the mirror, feeling defeated. You wanted to look different, you wanted to look like the pretty girls in the magazines and on social media.

You wanted to be beautiful.

Tears started forming in your eyes again, and you brushed them away before your sobs could come after. You didn't want anyone to see you like this - didn't want Simon to see. You didn't want him to know how much you hated yourself. But it was a constant struggle, and one that you fought every single day.

You pinched the fat on your stomach, pulling it from side to side and watching as it jiggled.

"Why can't I just look normal?" you asked yourself, your voice cracking.

You moved on to your thighs, pinching the flesh that had been collecting there over the past few months.

"I look gross," you said to yourself, voice barely above a whisper. "I hate.. my body."

Tears started to pool in your eyes as you began to pull at your cheeks and the edges of your mouth, trying to pull them back to make yourself look thinner.

"I just can't stand looking like this," you said to yourself again and again, your voice catching in your throat.

But no matter how much you pinched and pulled, you couldn't make yourself look the way you wanted. The image in the mirror still looked like you – tired, fat, and flawed. You turned away from the mirror, feeling defeated and alone.

You wanted so badly to be able to pull the fat away and make your face look the way you wanted. In your mind's eye, you imagined how much better you would look if you could just lose a few pounds, if your stomach wasn't so rounded, if your thighs weren't so thick.

But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't seem to make a single inch of difference. The cycle of self-doubt and self-loathing was never-ending, and it seemed like you were doomed to remain trapped in your own head, unable to break free.

But then you looked down at the sink, and saw your reflection in the water, distorted and warped. You realized that in trying to fix your flaws, you had only made them worse. Your self-imposed torture was only making you hate yourself more.

It seemed like an eternity before you calmed down, your breathing slowing to a normal pace once again. However, you were still on the brink of tears.

What if Simon saw you like this? Would he still love you?

But you knew that Simon was more than just a pretty face. He was kind and gentle, and he accepted you for who you were, imperfections and all. As you stood in front of the mirror, you then stared at your reflection with a mix of sadness and frustration.

Your heart sank at the sound of a knock, and you quickly dried your tears. Then, your heart raced as your tried to compose yourself. You knew it was Simon – your husband, and the one person who understood you the most. You guys had been through a lot together, and you knew you could count on him to make everything better.

"I'm coming!" you called out, your voice shaky. You took a deep breath and smoothed down your clothes before making your way to the door.

As you opened it slowly, you saw Simon standing there, a sympathetic look on his face.

"Hey," Simon said softly, his voice full of compassion. He walked in and gave you a hug, as if he knew exactly what you needed. You hugged him back, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. You knew that Simon would always be there for you, no matter what.

"Hi," You let out a deep sigh and rested your head on his shoulder. "You're back early?"

Simon's warm embrace was exactly what you needed. You felt your body loosen up and your heart start to calm down as you let out another slow, deep breath.

You felt him nodded against your shoulder. "Yeah, my plans got canceled," he said softly, rubbing your back in a soothing motion.

You leaned into his embrace, humming a reply, feeling a sense of comfort. You needed this, you thought to yourself. You needed someone to remind you that you weren't alone, and that there were people in your life who cared about you – people who loved you just the way you are.

Despite your best efforts to hide your feelings, it was obvious that something was wrong. Simon squeezed your shoulder gently, as if he could sense what you were thinking. He knew that you were going through a tough time, but he also knew that you needed someone to talk to – someone who would listen and understand without judgment.

You took another breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. You were grateful for Simon. Grateful that he was in your life, and that he was there for you when you needed him the most.

"Is something wrong?" Simon asked, his tone soft and gentle.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. You didn't want to appear weak or needy, but you also didn't know how to hide your emotions from Simon.

"Love?"

Finally, you replied, "I'm just having a bad day. It's nothing you need to worry about."

"But.. I am worried," Simon said, his voice filled with concern. He pulled away from the hug to look at you. "You know you can tell me anything."

"I.." You sighed, feeling the weight of your insecurity and self-hatred bearing down on you. "I don't know, Simon. I just feel like I'm not good enough. Like I don't measure up."

"What do you mean?" he asked, the confusion on his face evident.

You looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes. "I, um, hate the way I look, I guess," you replied, trying to convey the depth of your dislike for yourself without stating it outright. You didn't want to burden him with the full extent of your self-loathing.

You watched as Simon's expression changed, going from confusion to concern. You sighed, knowing you had to be careful with your words. "It's just... I hate my body," you finally managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Simon's eyes widened slightly, and you could tell he was beginning to understand.

"Oh, baby," he said softly. "You're beautiful, inside and out. I know it's hard, but try not to focus so much on how you look. There's so much more to you than that."

Simon leaned closer to you, his hand reaching out to hold your waist and the other at your chin. You looked up at Simon, grateful for his understanding and compassion.

"I know, but it's just so hard sometimes," you replied, your voice breaking again.

Simon pulled you into a hug, holding you close. "I know, love. But you're not alone. I'm here for you. You're not defined by your appearance. You're a kind, caring person, with so much to offer the world. Why'd you think I chose to marry you?"

You clung to Simon for a moment, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the love he held for you.

"My love," he continued, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck in your ear. "You are more than enough. You are an amazing person, inside and out. I'm not just saying that. It's the truth. Understand, baby? The truth."

"I ... I can't do this," you choked as your sobs echoed the bathroom. It was all too much. It's as if you don't deserve all of his compliments to your body.

Simon took you into his arms, holding you close and rubbing your back soothingly. "Tell me, baby," he asked, his voice full of concern. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

You took a deep breath and hesitantly told him everything – about your insecurities, about how you never felt good enough, about how you hated how you looked like.

You leaned into Simon's embrace, seeking the warmth and comfort of his presence surrounding you. You close your eyes, trying to gather your thoughts and put them into words.

"It's just... I can't stop comparing myself to other people," you said finally, voice low and strained. "And every time I look at myself in the mirror, I just see all the things that are wrong with me. I can't seem to love myself, no matter how hard I try."

Simon squeezed your back, listening to you attentively.

"I know you mean well, Simon, but it's just so hard sometimes," you said, your voice still low and emotional. "I feel like everyone's always staring at me and judging me, especially when I wear something that shows off my body."

Simon's hand stroked your hair, trying to soothe your frazzled nerves. "You're beautiful, baby. And no one has the right to make you feel otherwise." He paused, his voice full of quiet intensity. "If anyone says anything to you, I'll deal with them, I promise."

Despite feeling down, you find yourself chuckling with tears in your eyes. His jokes were just so random and out of place, but you appreciated it nonetheless. Simon's voice was gentle and comforting as he pulled you closer to the hug, swaying your bodies in a slow, rhythmic motion.

"Tell me, pretty baby," he whispered, his eyes locked onto yours. "What's eating away at you?"

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your courage before you answered. "Well, it's my cheeks firstly," you said quietly, voice shaking slightly. "They're too huge.."

Simon's arms tightened around you, his voice filled with compassion. He leaned away from the hug and cupped your cheeks together. "Huge? Really, baby?" he asked.

"Yes, really..." You leaned into his embrace again, feeling the warmth of Simon and the love he held for you.

"Pretty baby," He said, cupping your cheeks again together. "I love these chubby cheeks you have. It makes you look like a hamster and god, you look so cute with them, don't you know that?"

"But everyone else has a perfect appearance," you said, voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I'll never be able to measure up."

Simon's eyes closed for a moment, as if he were searching for the right words to say. "You don't have to compare yourself to anyone else," he said finally, his voice fierce. "You're perfect just the way you are, my love. And I'll always be here to remind you of that."

Simon then kissed both of your cheeks affectionately and you feel tears welling up in your eyes again. He asks, "Do you have any more?"

You sighed. "What about my hips and thighs?" You continued, voice shaky with insecurity. "They're too big, too curvy. I'll never be able to wear the things I want to wear."

Simon's face softened even more as he listened to your words, his eyes full of understanding.

"Sweet baby," He coos at you and carefully places both of his hands onto your waist. "Your hips and thighs are a part of you, and they're beautiful. Nobody has the right to tell you otherwise. Your curves are beautiful and I love how it fits well in my hands when I hold them to touch you."

Your tears wouldn't stop running down.

"They're my love handles from you, my love," He added and it had struck a chord in your heart. You felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. His words had been like a balm to your soul, and you leaned into his embrace more, feeling a sense of peace and comfort wash over you.

Your tears continued to fall, but they were no longer those of sadness and insecurity. They were tears of gratitude, for having found someone who truly valued and loved you for who you are – curves and all.

You looked up at Simon, your eyes shimmering with a mix of joy and gratitude. "Thank you, Si’," you whispered, sniffing as you do so.

Simon stroked your cheek gently, his eyes full of love and affection. "You're welcome, baby. Fuck, I love you so much. Don't you ever forget that, okay?"

Simon's words hit you like a ton of bricks, lifting a weight you didn't even realize was there off of your shoulders.

"I love you too, Si'." You replied and rested your head on his shoulder, softly breathing in your choked sobs.

"I just want to love myself like how you love me." You cried into his embrace, all of the pain and insecurity you'd carried with you for so long finally coming to a head.

"I believe in you, love," Simon replied, his voice filled with conviction. "You're strong and capable and beautiful, inside and out. You don't need anyone else's approval to be those things. And I promise, I'll always be here to remind you of who you truly are."

You felt his arms tighten around you, his embrace warming you from the inside out. His words of encouragement filled you with a newfound sense of confidence, and you felt a sense of hope rising within you.

As Simon's words registered with you, you felt the weight of the tears rolling down your cheeks like an onslaught. You had been carrying the burden of your insecurities for so long, and the idea of someone else understanding what you were going through, and even accepting you for who you are, made you feel like maybe there was still hope.

Simon's embrace grew even tighter as he held you, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. You could feel the comfort and warmth exuding from his body, and it made you feel like you were at home.

"Thank you," you said, nuzzling into his neck further. "I don't know what I would do without you, Si'"

"You'll never have to find out," Simon replied, his voice full of determination. "I'll be here for you, always. You're not alone, love. We'll face your insecurities together."

With those words and a kiss to your shoulder, you felt a sense of peace and acceptance wash over yourself. You knew that, with Simon on your side, you could get through anything, even your own perceived flaws and imperfections.

You leaned into his embrace more, feeling safe and loved for the first time in what felt like forever.

A/N: what the fuck. this made me cry again holy shit this rlly hit a nerve inside. what have u done to me anon !! jk i love this <//3

and to anyone who related to this, if you're feeling insecure about your body and struggling with body image issues, it's important to remember that you are so much more than your appearance. Everyone has their own unique features and qualities that make them special and valuable. Try to focus on your positive traits, both inside and out :) Surround yourself with supportive people who see you for who you truly are and appreciate you for all that you are. Remember that it's okay to have days where you don't feel your best, but try to be gentle with yourself and give yourself time to heal and grow <//3

Remember that you are not alone, and there are people who care about you and can help you through this difficult time !! It might be helpful to seek professional help or support groups if you feel like you're struggling. Ultimately, remember that your worth as a person is not tied to your appearance or weight. You are so much more than your exterior and deserve love and kindness no matter what. <//3

[glxwstxcc]

Holes headcanons :D

Stanley (caveman):

probably addicted to minecraft. (He forces hector to play it with him, but he doesn’t mind)

stanley is the type of guy to prance around and skip when he’s in a good mood 💀

Has anxiety and/or adhd

his love language is physical touch. (He hugs hector all the time 🥺)

he’s probably afraid to close his eyes in the shower. (It’s okay, bro, me too.)

he ate play dough as a kid.

painfully awkward in social situations. (Me too bro, me too)

since he’s kinda tall, he doesn’t know his own side sometimes and bumps into things often.

He’s such a baby when he’s sick. (His mom always takes care of him and she babies him as well, so she’s partially to blame.)

played violin in elementary school but switched to trumpet in middle school.

he loves to dress up for halloween and go trick or treating. He does not give a F*CK IF HES TOO OLD, HES GETTING THAT FREE CANDY.

his favorite color is probably blue. (Super basic, but it’s valid)

unashamed weezer fan.

probably watches adventure time or regular show or some show like that.

cat person.

he loves dinosaurs.

oh and he’s a smashing pumpkins fan.

his favorite subject is chemistry or science.

he probably tried to smoke a cigarette to be cool but he ended up almost dying.

Hector (zero):

bro is probably a Roblox kid.

his love language is quality time.

he gets a little uncomfortable when Stanley hugs him sometimes bc he’s not really used to that sort of affection, but he starts to like it more over time.

he loves watching SpongeBob SquarePants and he makes Stanley watch it with him.

probably and arctic monkeys fan.

Also a Radiohead fan.

fantasizes about beating the sh*t out of people. (DUDE DID YOU SEE WHEN THAT FIGHT ALMOST BROKE OUT AND HE IMMEDIATELY GRABBED A POOL BALL TO SMASH SOMEONES HEAD?.?????)

Gorrilaz fan.

he’s a big Garfield fan as well.

oh and hes also a red hot chili peppers fan.

dog person.

he probably plays guitar.

always wins at card games.

When he was a little kid he wanted to be a magician or a zookeeper when he grew up.

absolutely goated at laser tag.

Ricky (zigzag):

he’s just a silly little guy 🥺

Lowkey the mom friend.

nirvana listener.

I feel like he hates spinach idk why.

yapper.

he has a really stupid sense of humor. (Like if you said the word “ball” or “nut” he would crack tf up)

South Park watcher.

plays cod regularly.

closet Lana del rey fan.

bro can’t cook for shit.

he always bothers the rest of d-tent with his random thoughts in the middle of the night. (Zigzag: “if all my future children are in my balls rn, doesn’t that technically make me pregnant??” Squid: “I swear, if you don’t shut the f*CK UP RIGHT NO-“

raging feminist energy.

his favorite animal is a giraffe 😍

he always uses the shittiest pick up lines on girls he likes (they never work 😢)

Alan (squid):

TERRIBLE at bowling. (Like when he goes the throw the bowling ball he slips on the glossy floor and almost f*cking dies)

brushes his teeth way to hard.

he can’t handle caffeine 😔

He’s a HORRIBLE speller.

If anyone falls asleep around him, their face is 100% going to get vandalized. (Never pass out when there’s markers about, kids.)

Green Day fan.

watches regular show.

bro probably uses three in one shampoo, conditioner, and body wash 💀

he has a pet bunny that he loves and cherishes with all of his heart.

Theodore (armpit):

idk why but I feel like he loves kids and babies and he’s really good w them.

surprisingly great at public speaking.

he and x ray always do karaoke together.

system of a down fan.

when he was little he got hit by the school bus 😐 (he was okay tho).

he probably has a diary that he writes in with glittery gel pen. (he also begins each entry with “dear diary ✨🧚‍♀️🌸,”)

Rex (X-ray):

lowkey a theater kid.

proud solitaire player.

he still enjoys coloring and he is NOT ashamed 😡.

regularly plays fnaf.

queen fan????? 👀

he is ready for Christmas IMMEDIATELY after thanksgiving.

train enthusiast.

he has hello kitty and Sanrio merchandise but would never EVER admit it to anyone.

he owns all of the diary of a wimpy kid books.

Jose (magnet):

bro’s favorite subject is probably history 🤣🫵 (valid).

if one of the d-tent boys is in the phone with literally anyone he will moan as loud as he can.

strong believer in the five second rule.

rammstein fan.

sings HORRIBLY in the shower.

he likes to bully small children on roblox. (Valid)

When he was a little kid he walked through wet cement and his parents had to chisel the concrete off of his feet.

he also sleepwalks often.

Brian (twitch):

bro is such a little f*cking freak like dude wtf is wrong w you (and we love that for him.)

yeah that’s kinda all I have for this kid. He only had like a minute and a half of screen time so I didn’t have much to work with.

anyway yeah sorry they gradually got smaller and smaller but yeah wtv I hope you enjoyed :D

[play-rough]

Look at me rn Mx. Rough like peer deeply into my kawaii anime girl pfp eyeballs and see my vision.

It's the day of the summer festival. Chuuya doesn't know how he was able to convince Dazai to come and he definitely doesn't know how he was able to get him to drop but what he did know was that he'd do anything to make sure that Dazai would have a good time.

Chuuya's buying every snack Dazai lays his eyes on and using his ability to win prizes because he'll be damned before he lets his baby down. The highlight of the night finally approaches: the firework show. Chuuya's a bit nervous to see how Dazai reacts and is closely watching him the whole time. Dazai's initially a bit frightened by the sounds but after seeing the colors fill the sky he's completely over his fears. His tiny giggles and small gasps over each pattern in the sky makes Chuuya glad that he brought him. That night Chuuya was easily able to get Dazai down to bed because of how worn out he was. Chuuya vowed to himself that he'd make next year just as special.

He never got the chance to keep his promise.

Fast forward to the present. The ADA all go together to their local summer festival at Ranpo's request. Despite Dazai's initial refusal Ranpo convinced him to come (And by convinced I mean he threw a tantrum kicking and screaming until Dazai agreed.) Dazai's absolutely confident that he can keep his adult headspace but slowly, he begins slipping with everything he sees. All the pretty lanterns and the soft looking teddies and the fishies are slowly ebbing away at his headspace. He's so mesmerized by it all that he wanders off suddenly finding himself lost and alone.

That's when he finally drops.

He's looking around frantic. Searching for any familiar face amongst the sea of people. He catches sight of someone with orange hair wandering through the crowd and tries to make his way towards it.

Is it Chuu? He probably hates him now. He wants to apologize for leaving without a word and for being a bad baby. That's probably why he got lost. He's a bad baby who's too needy and too clingy and too whiny. It's no wonder that Kunikida is having hard time with him.

He catches up to the owner of the red hair and pulls on their shirt. Dazai finds that it is a familiar face just not the one he expected.

Junichiro is startled by the sudden pull but is relieved to see that it's just Dazai. (Upon noticing that Dazai was nowhere to be found Kunikida sends everyone out to search for him)

Dazai begins to wail (whether it's out of guilt or relief he'll never know) While Junichiro calls Kunikida to let him know Dazai's been found. He slowly guides the little to a bench while attempting to console him. Kunikida arrives not too long after the call visibly distressed. A wave of relief washing over him after he checks him over to make sure that he's ok. He thinks about scolding him for wandering but decides against it when he sees tears.

Kuni sits down next to Dazai on the bench and holds him in his lap. Slowly he rocks Dazai until he eventually calms down. They slowly make their way back to the group with Dazai babbling in Kuni's arms.

After they arrive back to the group Ranpo immediately runs up to Kunikida excitedly telling Dazai everything he's missed. Atsushi slowly follows behind him holding something behind his back. When he reaches Kunikida he holds out a stuffed tiger that Kuni had won for him earlier. Dazai hesitates at first but after Kunikida reassures him that it's okay he takes the teddy and nuzzles it close to his face.

The rest of the night goes off without a hitch. Atsushi and Ranpo somehow convinced Kunikida to give Dazai a bit of cotton candy and to suckle on a candy apple (because the baby can't bite an apple 😔). Yosano and Haruno both win some goldfish and they strategize on how they'll convince the president to let them get a tank for the office.

The festival ends the same as it did before with a fireworks display. However, instead of Dazai silently watching the display alone he's surrounded by the sounds of people that he's come to care about. With each explosion that colors the sky the sounds of Ranpo's laughter and Atsushi clapping can be heard. Dazai joins them giggling away at the patterns as they paint the sky.

Their adventure ends with Yosano's phone filled with photos of their day to show to the president and 3 sleepy littles sitting in the back of Kunikida's car trying and failing to fight off sleep.

(This took me much longer than I expected to write omg 💀)

I am looking directly at you 😳 we are crossing brainwaves 😍 clown to clown communication 🤡

First of all this is so beautiful and full of flavor 10/10, I got ur other message as well and I hope it’s ok if I dm u instead of answering publicly 🩷🩷

“He never got the chance to keep his promise”

I love summer festivals sm this would be such a cute three part fic (part 3 would have to be 22skk Chuuya making good on his promise) like the found family actually has me weak and dead 😭😭😭😭🩵🩵🩵

[chrollo-lucilfers-chains]

Hiii I only read few of your posts about chrollo because I am stressed due to my exams 😔 but as soon as they are over I am going to read all of them because the ones i read are amazing!

But could I request a really sweet and gentle chrollo? 🥺 because there are so many yandere chrollo (which i also enjoy reading) on tumblr and so few of fluff chrollo like maybe chrollo who helps his s/o to relax and tell her that everything is fine? 🫂

And I also apologize for my bad English since its not my first language 💀

No worries love, I feel you with exam season...

You close the door behind you with a huff and groan, leaving behind a wet trail of water. Finally this shitty day will be over!

You'd went to a Cafe to get some studying in. Usually this works great for you and the buzzing environment helps you focus, but today was just not it. Apparently three families had decided that today would be the perfect day to have a family lunch and neither the kids nor the parents felt the need to be discreet about the incredible intricacies of their abismally boring private lives.

Coincidentally, on the way back, a sudden rainstorm had decided to make your day even worse, with making you soaked and you having to sprint home.

Now you just feel bad for not having done nearly as much as you'd originally planned for the day and you're cold and wet on top of it.

Sighing in self pity, you drop your keys into the little bowl at the door, relishing in the familiar quiet of your flat.

There is some light shining from the study so you make your way to the door. Peeking into the room your mouth forms a smile.

Chrollo is sitting in your beloved armchair, reading one of his books.

"Hello dear, welcome home," He says and reads one more sentence before tearing his eyes away from the page to look up at you with his steel gray eyes.

Before he can say anything else, you crawl on his lap and slump into his arms, burying your face in his chest with yet another dramatic groan of frustration.

He lets out a chuckle as you rub your wet face on his shirt.

"Hard day studying?" He asks, stroking your cold cheek with his thumb. You nod and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. He pulls you closer as well and boops your hairline with his nose.

Slowly, the cold from you body begins to dissipate, wrapped in his embrace.

"I feel like I haven't done nearly enough for the exams that are coming up soon. It was just soo much and the cafe was soo loud today... " You sniff. "I couldn't concentrate at all!"

Chrollo listens to your complaining, while stroking your hair calmly. You look up at him and he smiles, quickly kissing your lips.

"I'm sure you did as well as you could, given the situation at hand. You've been studying so much the last few days too so don't worry. You'll be fine!"

He's so pretty in the low light of the study. Rain and the evening darkening the sky outside. Now that you're inside, it's quite the nice sound, to hear the pitter patter on the windows and the storm outside blowing through the street.

Listening to his sympathetic voice you smush your face back into his chest. He smells nice, you notice...

"I also got drenched on the way back," you murmur quietly and he laughs at that.

"Yes, I can feel that, dear. You're quite literally sitting on top of me." The hand on your waist squeezes your side as if to bring home the point that you're getting him all wet.

"Sorry." You bump your head against his peck with a smile, not sorry at all. But he only chuckles and pats your head in a gentle motion.

"It's fine. I was going to wash the shirt tomorrow anyways. Might as well add the pants and your clothes to that."

Your smile widens. Surely, your boyfriend is the best of all the boyfriends in the world.

Chrollo softly lifts up your chin to look at you. You blink at him and he presses a kiss to your ice-cold nose.

"We should quickly hop in the shower together, you know? For warming-up purposes only, of course." You snort and kiss him properly on the lips.

"Of course."

[vindikaetion]

Thank yew @butterfly-siege for the tagggg this is a good excuse for me to come clean 😔 I have in fact not rlly been cooking up anything hijack lately, and that is because I have been haunted with thots of my OC, Klaufi....... Who is a httyd OC dhdbejsbsjsbwnwn

I'll be revealing more about her later once my friends start posting about their own OC's (wink wink nudge nudge) but below I've posted a blurb I wrote that takes place not long after Klaufi first washes up on Berk <33

"I don't trust her." 

Hiccup sighs. He's spent the past week bedridden, and his patience for Astrid's paranoia is at an all time low. Not to mention is head is pounding, and the Meade hall isn't exactly quiet.  "Has she done anything to warrent your suspicion?" Hiccup asks, rubbing his temple. 

Astrid's face falls. But then she steels it and squints her eyes at him. "Remember Heather?" she hisses, leaning over the table to whisper at him. "Some girl washes up on the shore with some sob story? What are the chances that happens two years in a row?"  Hiccup purses his lips. "Good point," he says. "But I still disagree. When Heather showed up, we weren't exactly in peaceful times. In hindsight we should have been suspicious of her."  Astrid gives him a flat look. "I was."  "Yes, yes, and you haven't let me forget it." Hiccup rolls his eyes. "But tell me; if she did have ulterior motives, what are they?"  That seems to catch Astrid off guard. For a few seconds her gaze drifts down to the wooden table, seemingly trying to think of an answer to his question.  It pains him to say, but Hiccup was suspicious of Klaufi at first. After everything that happened with Alvin and Dagur, he learned to stop being so trusting of strangers. For the most part, at least. But Klaufi's tale of misfortune seemed too fabricated to be true. 

Then he met her, and saw the genuine kindness in her eyes. From then on Hiccup decided not to treat her like an outcast. Which became a bit hard when their first meeting left her embarrassed and she started to avoid him entirely.

Eventually, Astrid sighs. "I don't know," she says, but there's still a pinch in her eyebrows. "But I think we should still be cautious. We have the book of dragons, and we've put a big target on ourselves. Maybe she's an assassin." 

Hiccup gives Astrid a dry look, and then turns his head to where their new guest is walking through the throes of tables. Every day since she's washed up on Berk, she's come to the Meade hall to grab food and flee back to Gothi's.  Her shoulders are bunched up to her ears, and her gaze stays glued to the floor as she tries to get out of the hall as fast as possible.  In her haste, it seems she didn't account for her... dexterity. Something catches her foot, a high-pitched yelp echoes in the air over the chatter, and she falls to the floor. Her food and drink spill all over herself.  Astrid stares blankly as the citezens of Berk erupt into laughter, the subject of their torment springing to her feet and escaping the hall with a blush so potent Hiccup wonders if red paint spilled as well.  "Does that look like an assassin to you?" Hiccup says dryly. "... There's no way she's that clumsy," Astrid mutters under her breath.  Hiccup laughs. "Her name is Klaufi."  "What are the chances her parents knew she'd grow up to be that... Well, y'know."  "I dunno. Maybe the gods blessed them with the gift of foresight."

Yeah I'm a dirty OC/MC shipper what about it

Oh erm yes tags. @that1notetaker @droptoposmosis @yanleafy hi pookies. Feel free to just post a line or two from your most recent WIP. I'm just a yapper and incapable of only posting that many

[mouthfullofmunson]

i’m begging for more pest eddie and pest reader because they’re so funny

Omg thank you so much 😞

Here is some more just for you :)

Okay okay so they are very lovey dovey, but they are obviously pests so any cute moment between then usually turns into something stupid

Eddie wiping her tears while she’s crying and all of a sudden “your fingers smell like cigarettes so bad have you ever washed your hands in your whole entire life?”

And when he fingers her and she gets close to cumming “Jesus Christ could you moan any louder directly in my ear? There is no way a few fingers can feel that good.”

And if he laughs at one of her jokes a little too hard “nothing I say is never that funny” but then she starts laughing at his wheezing (I’m guilty of doing that one 😔)

I don’t know if I said this already but if they get on each others nerves too bad they will bite each other, hard

He goes on complaining about something for too long, bite on the arm

If she gives him the silent treatment, a bite on the neck

And she LOVESSSS to lie and say Wayne is mad at him or Wayne asked him to do something

“Oh my god Eddie what happened I just got in and before Wayne left for work he told me that he’s not speaking to you?!”

“What?! He said that just now? I don’t think o did anything… all we talked about today is how I finished this huge drawing of this dragon, it was super cool he even helped me tack it up on my wall since I can never get it up straight.”

“You’re so stupid! You should’ve seen your face! You looked terrified!”

“You’re the worst girlfriend ever!”

And she also makes up the most random lies to tell the group just so they ask him about it and then he gets all panicked and confused and then he remembers that his girlfriend is a little shit who does this stuff for her own entertainment

“Y/n told me about your problem and I just want you to know I’m here for you man. You know… I have no problem with that, but if you need to talk in here” Steve says while giving Eddie a little pat on the back

“What? What problem?”

“You know… down there”

“What?!”

“Dude she told me you can’t get hard because you used to jerk off too much”

And he does the same but he fucked up so he makes up the most disgusting lies

“Yeah she can’t give head because she’s got a terrible gag reflex and if she does well… you know. And no one wants to clean that up”

“No I do not! You’re the one who threw up trying to eat a fudgsicle yesterday!”

he wants to constantly tickle her because he knows that she hates it and can’t handle more than two seconds

Anytime he’s talking about something that is boring to her (but she knows it won’t hurt his feelings) she fakes falling asleep and then jolts up “oh my god Eddie, I just had a fucking nightmare that you were talking to me about the most boring shit… wait…”

And he is so the type to pants her

She’ll be brushing her teeth and he yanks her shorts down and runs off

And when they are just chilling in bed and he’s eating he will all of a sudden shove a mouthful of chips into his mouth and start loudly crunching them in her ear

And when she’s irritated with him he with grabs her face and start kissing all over her face “oh baby, forgive me! I didn’t mean to break your heart! It was a mistake, a one time thing! It didn’t mean any! I didn’t mean to pants you infront of Steve and Robin!”

“It wasn’t infront of Steve and Robin it was infront of everyone at family video!”

“Okay so it was in front of them because they are included in ‘everyone’…”

OKAY THATS ALL THE THOUGHTS I HAVE I LOVE YOU THANK YOU SM

:)

[fruitmilkshake]

And here you see me.... At 12 A.M, speaking again about my Na'vi ocs, ok, I'm gonna be Honest, I hate myself, I like to see myself suffer xd, so here i show you guys what kind of face war paint my Na'vi ocs would use :D

Also, i said that I like to make myself suffer because it was a pain in the ass to find these, because there's a lot of face war paints, and because these are from Horizon Forbidden west, so... Yeah, They have beautiful face war paints😔

Ta'ra;

Alright... So, as we all know, Ta'ra is an albino na'vi, so i don't think that she would use something too bright, like green, or red or Orange, so, I found this one, that I thing it suits her a lot :))

I'rina;

Alright, I'rina it's actually quite the opposite to Ta'ra, I feel like she would definetly use a war paint that makes her face look brighter, so, here it is this one ^ ^

Noah'la;

It was pretty hard to choose one for Noah'la, because of his rebel nature, I think that he would use something pretty messy, like red lines all over his face, and there were a lot of war paints that looked like it, so i found these, and i'm still choosing, but these are the ones that I think that it would suit him very well u.u

I'kalu;

And just like I'rina and Ta'ra, I'kalu is pretty the opposite from Noah'la, he is organized (Like Neteyam), of course, I feel like he would use red as well in his face, so, here it is one that I think it would suit him really well :D

Xa'le;

So, Xa'le is that typical teen who like to be the "one and only" of his generation, like a emo kid, so i feel like he would like would use black... Like all black, maybe with some red on it(Yeah, if he was human, he would be emo xd) all lines, over his face, like this

I'krie;

I'krie, on other hand, likes to make it more colorful, in a way that makes it pretty obvious that she's putting whatever she finds on her face as paint, so, here it is one that I think it would suit her

Extra: Tarya;

This one is an honorific Mention, so.... Tarya, an Omatikaya-Olangi Warrior, someone who doesn't really cares what she puts on her face as longs as she wins the battle, a messy warrior if it is the right thing to say, so, here it is one that i think it's the perfect one for her

Pa'ya;

Alright, I know what you guys are thinking "Why are you thinking that Pa'ya would have a war face paint, if she's a reef na'vi, and the paint could wash off with the water" alright, let me explain, don't hate me yet. So, in Avatar 2, in the scene where Lo'ak connects his braid with Pakayan's memories and sees everthing that happened, we can see some metkayinan na'vi corpses floating underwater, and those corpses have these war face paintings, here's an imagine of that scene, for you guys to see that i'm not liying;

Alright, so, now that we know that metkayinan na'vis can have war face paintings, here's how i think Pa'ya's war face paint would look like

[puck-luck]

hi hi hi, i'm back !!! (i sent you an ask over a week ago abt being very new to hockey and adoring your fics) here to maybe manage to formulate some thoughts abt your writing.... but it's 3am and im watching the devils game so brain is a little fuzzy 🤭

okay so like as i said im very new to hockey, i never thought i would end up here but i couldn't hold back eventually 😭 there's just something abt jack... he isn't even my usual type but ?? he's got me under some kind of spell?? not fair... and well super recently ive started to also maybe really like quinn too so i may have spent all morning reading all your quinn works 👉👈

when im reading (and writing tbh) i much much much prefer like sweeter, softer smut? and god you write that so so well. something about the way you intertwine the dialogue with the actions, the way the characters you write fit so well into my own thoughts abt them.....

but yeah again, esp the first frat fic you did for jack in the 1k celly. maybe it's because i live across the globe in europe, but the whole frat system has always intrigued me, and frat!aus are so lovely – but yours was even more amazing than usual? i can't really put my finger on it.... but i have to say that you describe everything in such good detail yet not too much, like it doesn't feel like your intention is to be overly descriptive but your writing still makes me feel every little thing the characters are feeling in some way? does that make sense or am i over analyzing?? like this: "It’s hard to place at first, mostly because you’ve never seen Jack look at you this way. He always oozes confidence. He always watches your expression when he’s fucking you because he knows how good he’s making you feel, and he wants to see you fall apart. He’s never looked at you like he needs more, but today he needs more. // You search his face for any other hint about what he means, placing a hand over his heart and finding that it’s racing. Jack is breathing evenly, but his eyebrows are turned down and the corners of his lips sag."  IDK just in such few words you make me feel so much. (also just loved seeing that softer side to him aaaaaaaaa)

and like. "You giggle when his breath washes over your chest, partially because it tickles and partially because you know that if Jack could climb into your skin, he would." you write that so casually as if it's not the most adorable shit ever??

okay 3am turned into 4am and the game is now over (spoiler alert: got stuck re-reading one of your fics) and i really need to sleep because im so tired and i know im not making any sense rn but !! hope you have a lovely weekend !!! thank you for allowing me to read what you write, truly makes my day every time 😚

(OKAY last thing before i go to bed: the asks abt quinn teaching you stuff and being a good coach. y e s. im actually a sports coaching major in uni and i have SO many thoughts abt attractive things when it comes to this (too many cute classmates 😔) so i will be back once ive formulated some thoughts abt that okay bye mwah)

HI! YOU'RE PERFECT! I LOVE YOU!

Jack is super cunty pretty princess babygirl vibes (even when he's frustrated on the ice all i can think of is how he prob sounds like one of those cutey animal crossing animals when he chirps)

My first foray away from Jack Hughes, whose tiktok edits admittedly inspired me to return to fanfiction, was Quinn. So brother: I understand the trajectory and I am FOR IT. we, as tumblr users, are allowed to love ALL of the brothers in a non-incesty way <3

i have been so into established relationship, sweet and loving smut recently. it's sooooo gratifying to hear you say that you enjoy that!! i love writing my dom shit too (some people on this app write dom shit that is too much for me bc i'm like damn trevor zegras wouldn't be mad at me like that🥲) but soft and sweet sex is always so fun. i love a lil self insert where my bf hockey player is sooooo into me and loves me sooooo much. you make me want to write more of that!!

BROTHER iiiiiiii am living in europe this year!! i actually had to teach my students about frats/sororities my first month overseas and it was so silly. i felt like a zoo animal.

"i have to say that you describe everything in such good detail yet not too much, like it doesn't feel like your intention is to be overly descriptive but your writing still makes me feel every little thing the characters are feeling in some way? does that make sense or am i over analyzing??" thank you!!!!!!!! i actually have this thing that i've discussed with cappy (but never publicly) where i cannot visualize things in my mind? so my problem is always that i have to describe things wayyy too much because i can't actually see the shit in my head about which i'm writing. it's like this: when i think of an apple, i cannot actually see an apple in my mind. i know what the apple SHOULD look like, but i can't picture it. overall, writing probably isn't the best career for someone who can't visualize ideas in their mind BUT i think i'm doing pretty okay and your KIND acknowledgement of my attention to detail is treasured <3

thank you for such a thoughtful, detailed, and complimentary ask!!!! you are so sweet and daggone wonderful!! if you ever have any ideas for fics, i would be honored to write them for you <3 please continue to hit my line when you want to!! i would love to keep hearing from you :)

[darknesscreepin]

🎀🎀🎀 HAGGHHH MORE FUN IDEASSSSSS (not me being obsessed with Brian because Brian is babie but this is totally me being obsessed with Brian because Brian is babie)

I really like the Perv!Brian thing you have written because in my mind, doing things just because he wants to receive praise and appreciation is SO Brian coded. This is a somewhat separate headcannon but he seems like the sort of guy who likes to feel useful and proud of himself. Knowing this and taking advantage of it when you know he’s interested in you would be so much fun. Like “oh… I’ve had SUCH a hard day. My shoulders are so tense… I wish I had someone to massage them for me 🥺👀”

You know he’d be right there offering but he’d also clarify that he’s willing as long as you’re ok with him doing it. But in his mind, he’d be desperately hoping you’ll say yes. And you’d keep escalating things like “I’m so lonely, I need a hug 😔” then “I wanna watch this movie in the living room but all my throw blankets are in the wash and it’s cold in here… you wouldn’t mind lending some body heat… would you? 😳” and Brian being Brian has his suspicions but doesn’t really figure out what you’re doing until you’ve got him cuddling with you on the couch (for warmth of course, what else?????) and you turn in his arms so that your face is only inches from his and say some shit like “even my lips are cold… what should I do?” Of course this makes his mind go blank and his face gets so pink and you deliver the final blow by saying “Should I kiss you? Do you think that would help?” And when Brian chokes out a “yes” you finally get to taste those pretty, plump lips of his and he doesn’t even realize how much he’s gasping and whimpering while you kiss him.

He also wouldn’t notice how quickly he gets hard at this until you accidentally shift around and bump into his crotch and comment on it. “Are you this excited already? Just from a kiss? Who knew you were so desperate? I guess I should help pretty boy out, shouldn’t I?” Just hearing those words would make him even harder. You’d get him off but he’d feel guilty and he’d still want more praise too so he’d beg to use his mouth on you. Going down on you would already be a dream come true and then sitting on his face would be literal heaven. Loves when his hair gets pulled. Would get so turned on he might just cum again.

Anyway. Those are my thoughts for the day

🎀anon i love ur brain i wish i could go and there and read ur thoughts…

[mitamicah]

Oh telling things, just talking like 👀👀👀👀.

Oh i once ripped my pants from sitting in the snow too long, had a big hole in my pants and had to walk home like that (was only a five minutes walk and i was seven)

I once fell off a pony and no one noticed 😃, i just sat there and waited until they came back, greeted me and then were completely surprised, because they had not noticed. The pony was sweet :3☺️☺️☺️

I went into haunted house as a child and afterwards it took two adults and almost twenty minutes to get me off my neighbour, i held onto that poor boy for dear life while screaming and crying. He wore a vampire costume and i was a witch or cat.

I used go be obsessed with wearing a dinosaur costume 😃😃. I also used to have a hat with cat ears and eye holes but grew out of it 😔.

I have a horrible sense of orientation, its almost criminal. I once drank half a bottle of sleeping medicine (sleep issues due to other meds) and slept for 18 hours.

Oh and i got hit by cars a few times but never something bad, sturdy bones and strong kitty.

My twin (my most beloved) and I usually plan multiple movies days, our record is three movies in one day, nine hours in the cinema.

My twin and I once "attacked" each other with stamps and had to walk through the entire building to wash our stained faces because there was only one working sink.

I am terrible on skates, i once fell and managed to land in the only puddle, my entire back and thighs and butt were soaking wet. And cold.

I went to school in a hospital for some time and that was interesting, smallest school i ever went to. I think i still have the clay bowl I made somewhere. And i will never forgive the nurse in another hospital for just turning the tv off i was watching a movie and have to this day not been able to find it again and it was almost 13 years ago, was very uncool.

I once slept through fireworks going off right next to my room, and through a pillow thrown at my face to check if I was still alive, i also once rolled on top of someone and slept through the other person pushing me back on my side.

Hopefully your day will turn better 💛💛💛

Wait ... how is that even possible OVO oh no I am so sorry that sounds horrible but also hilarious at the same time :'D xD

Another incidence on 'how did that even happen' x'D that is a cute story tho - just a silly little time with a pony x'D

Awww sweet summer child (litterally) :'3 <333 sounds like the neighbour was somewhat patient with you tho, that's nice :'D

Ngl dinosaur costumes are cool :D!!! oh no I hate when that happens :'3 would we just stay the right size for our comfort clothes forever :'D

I can relate to the bad location skills x'D

Oh wow that is a long ass nap OVO I have tried something similar (20 hours but not because of sleep medicine but just pure old exhaustion) and it is very disorienting :'D

I am not sure if I should say that you are very lucky or unlucky for that one :'D this cat definitely have nine lives x'D

Awwwn I love that - normalize sibling dates :'D <3

Hahahahaah that sounds like a lovely and silly memory x'D

Oh nooooo :'D whelp you have more experience on skates than I do it seems which is not hard since I never trusted myself on skates x'D hahaha

I agree, not cool of the nurse :'3 must've been a movie you were quite into as well if you still remember so far after the fact OVO

Wait .... how OVO? I would've been acting like a scared/angsty cat or dog if that happened to me :'D

Thank you for sharing all these fun little facts and stories Jay ^V^ I hope it is alright I submit this :'D? otherwise let me know and I'll take it down <33

[sillygeeseys]

Welcome back toooo 'Gracin is awake, we're late in the AMs, and we're now a captive audience '

UP HAVING MORE HOODIE + BRIAN ARE SEPARATE THOUGHTS 😭😭

It hurts my heart, lemme know if it hurts yours too 😔 (Please, please Tell me your thoughts, please DM me if you want, RP people hmu, or people just wanting to ramble with me uhh-- onto the angst💅✨)

It's probably a troublesome existence for Hoodie, being thrust into the world after Slender manifested their consciousness to life, only to be met with cold faces, and violence surrounding them. I doubt Slemder ever truly guided his creations (Masky + Hoodie) He simply woke them up, and expected the rest to come naturally.

Hoodie, trapped in a body they don't understand, one that came damaged, and one that seemed to instinctively hate or avoid Maskys body. It was confusing, scary, being inside of something that pushed away the only other person that could possibly understand. A body that frankly? Hoodie didn't identify with in slightest, not in looks, not in gender, not even in species, and they weren't allowed to change a single aspect of it because it was still occupied by its original host. They hate Brian's voice, it confuses people, it scares them, they'd rather spend their entire lifetime not saying a word than be mixed up for that frustrating man. Which is exactly what they'll do.

Oh the original, don't get Hoodie started on its bodies occupant. Some washed up 'actor' of a kid who kept getting them in trouble for trying to get away. A kid that wanted to go home, meaning Hoodie would wake up in dark, empty rooms, or restrained somewhere in the manor, or in the midst of some sort of conflict for something they never did. They understand it's hard, they frankly don't want to share either, but they've also unfortunately grown used to names like 'parasite' or 'virus' being echoed in their head, or scribbled on their body, by someone that's frustrated, and hurting. Someone they couldn't possibly blame.

They were crafted to take orders, so as soon as they fall out of arms distance of Masky, the one designed to give orders? Hoodie is a wreck, they aren't supposed to think for themselves, they aren't supposed to have a purpose outside of being Masky's second half. They fall apart, they have fits, they refuse to make choices because they were never supposed to have a choice, their entire existence was decided for them before Brian was even located to be proxy.