#idk how smth so small makes so much noise

[nyxypoo]

two yrs since i started putting up with this bs

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hii! Idk if you've ever done something similar, but what do you think about TADC x Skater! Reader? Like, Reader always have their skates on, like it's a part of their digital costume or smth. And i really mean ALWAYS. Someone spilled water on the floor? Reader slips down. They go on an adventure and a part of the floor is inclined? (Like a hill for example) There goes reader down the hill. I think it would be pretty funny lol

Btw, i really love your page, keep it up and don't overwork yourself

TADC cast x rollerskater!reader

Anon I am so so so sorry !! I dont know if I personally got jumbled up or my inbox has been wonky silly goofy or I just got thrown off because of so many people sending stuff in, but I also missed this as well as some other requests 😭😭

This one may be a little short since I've never skated <\3

Written this as more platonic leaning !

CAINE:

Probably poofs himself his own rollerskates, literally the only time you see him on the ground and it's so weird to look at. You guys both slip and fall because bubble wiped themselves across the floor or something

Obviously leads to bubble getting popped

Honestly seeing caine struggle to keep steady while using the rollerskates is... very funny.. look at his lil legs wobble (tell anyone and he will tilt the ground of the next IHA)

POMNI:

Honestly she would probably slip on the floor too if its wet or has marbles. She looks like she would comically fall over, with her legs flinging straight up into the air before plopping down

Looks at you confused as you visibly try to calculate how fast this one little slope will make you go, she probably forgets you have skater feet in the beginning

Subconsciously tries to grab and stop you when you start rolling, but because shes so small you just drag her with you

Theres that squeaky noise as shes being dragged across the floor

Yk the sound

JAX:

Throws marbles on the floor as well as other things that can make you stumble or slip... probably soaps up the floor.. thank god hes just a circus rmemeber and not like, a ringmaster... this dude would tolt the floor in so many different angles just to fuck with you... thankfully, he cant do that!

Though in another timeline... perhaps you werent so lucky...

Not much to be said here, with the bit with zooble in the pilot (the arm thing), jax is more than ready to use peoples unique digital qualities to please him or mess with them, and you being his friend only makes you slightly less likely to be messed with

RAGATHA:

Keeps a hand on your shoulder when she notices the floor is tilted, tends to walk with you while holding your shoulder still. She can only imagine what it's like to be s victim of slopes.. it would drive her nuts.. as long as shes around shes going to do her damndest to make sure you dont roll away or slip... unless jax literally throws marbles in front of you two at the very last second because who can predict that..?

In any case where theres an IHA with a DEEP slope I think she just might resort to carrying you so you dont go FLYING down

ZOOBLE:

Okay you guys might not have the same issues but they can relate to you in the jax department, with him using your qualities to his advantage. Its absolute hell.. I think it would be this shared thing that leads to you guys building a relationship in the first place

That one meme where it's two people at the bar and they overhear each other saying "I hate (x)" then they start making out

Thats you guys ranting about the bunny/j

Offered you some parts before realizing that you cant swap out your limbs like they can

"Ah, bummer"

KINGER:

Has probably asked you why you dont just take them off when you vent to him about jax putting marbles on the floor. Kind of sounds like when people say shit such as "oh you're depressed? Just cheer up!" But like, kinger says it in a genuinely.. not malicious or tone deaf way.. like I dontt think he knows, or perhaps he thinks you're like zooble with detachable limbs and you have another pair of feet hanging around somewhere

Gives a soft "oh.. " when you demonstrate that they are attatched to you

Offers to let you strap pillows to yourself to soften any blows when you fall, let's you have his softest and thickest pillows... what do you mean it throws off your balance...?

GANGLE:

You have probably accidentally rammed into her after misjudging how steep a hill on the ground was

Good news! She stopped your momentum!

Bad news, shes all tangled up in your skates (owie!) And her comedy mask is broken (oh no!)

Please be careful getting her out. We don't want her ribbons to tear or get damaged, we cant have our girl start fraying!

[nightlyrequiem]

Hi there requiemm!!! :3

tis i, jester, back with more requezts 😈

soo, ive got this like, vague idea, idk if its going to be worded correctly (im writing this on 2 hours of sleep and four cans of mango monster energy drinks)

anywhos, yknow how Valeria has that one skin thats full of tattoos? Like, face included? I think it would be genuinly super adorable if she had one of her cartel workers (us, reader) tattoo them on her

(I know some people say she got her tattoos in prison, but, this is fiction, so, who the fuck cares)

i want sexual tension though. Like, inbetween breaks from her lil tattoos reader massages her shoulders or something, or like, they have to get real up close for a tattoo on Valerias upper thigh -- instead of kneeling infront of her etc, reader looms over her shoulder, leaning at the heel of their palm, said palm placed inbetween Valerias legs on the chair underneath her, ykyk?? Idk if u know what im talking about, but, generally, keep the whole thing feeling like theyre about to kiss or smth 😦 real up close and intimate

Or like, Valeria requests reader sits criss-cross on her lap, holding her face as they start up her cheek tattoos, rather than just standing, uncomftorably over her, while loosely adjusting the position of her head, because, 'she values her favorite tattoo artists ease'. Aaagghhh melting 🫠

I ask of you, if pronouns HAVE to be involved, either keep them gn (gender neutral), or fem. I genuinly cannot imagine Valeria with a man of any kind, im sorry 😭

Whether or not smut is involved is up to u :3

as always, take care, and stay silly! No rush, no pressure, thank you in advance, whether or not u decide to write for this :3

much love,

-🃏🌀⭐️

Hiii Jester :3 So, someone actually already requested Valeria x Tattooist Reader a few days before you did. This post, if you were wondering. It was so fun to write though and I liked some of the ideas you had as well so I'm writing some more.

Fem or gender neutral reader 4ever. No hate to any male Valeria enjoyers but Valeria x any man icks me out

Also, mango monster is the best monster. 🙌

More Tattooist Reader x Valeria

I think you’re talking about her blackcell skin. The one with the skull tattoo on her face? Love that. It’s so… 😍

You worked for Valeria for a while. It’s no secret to anyone that you are good at tattooing. It still surprised you when Valeria asked you to do hers. You were incredibly nervous waiting for the upcoming day. She wanted a lot done in one session too.

The day finally came and in walked Valeria in all her glory. She just walked in like she owned the place. Technically she did, it was HER warehouse. You invited her to sit, eyeing the bare space on her arms. Your own canvas.

Valeria wanted her face done first. You awkwardly fumbled for a position before deciding to just invade her personal space. You tried leaning but you couldn’t get a stable grip on the needle. Valeria made a suggestion to simply sit in her lap.

You’re just so talented and she’d hate for your hand to start cramping, or for the awkward angle to do damage to the nerves. Please, sit in her lap, it’s really no trouble at all. She insists.

You considered it. That would be awkward but who wouldn’t take the chance to sit in VALERIA GARZA’S LAP? You certainly would take that chance. You sat your ass down and got to work. Gently holding her jaw as you worked. She stared at you the entire time. And you? You avoided looking into her eyes as if she were Medusa.

Occasionally you’d hit a more sensitive area and she’d tense under you and make a small noise. Oh boy, it was a going to be a long session. You had to fight yourself to focus on the work at hand and not the way her breath softly hit you in the face. How close her lips were to your own. If either you or her just leaned in about three inches you’d be kissing.

The worst part was when Valeria started talking to you. Asking about your work as an artist, and about how you were getting on in the cartel. Practically murmuring into your ear. It’s a good thing you weren’t a guy because you’d be popping an absolute RAGER.

You had finally finished her face tattoos. You hesitated before getting off of her. You wanted to savour the feeling of being in her lap for just a little longer. Not too much longer though. You didn’t want her to think you were weird.

You did her left arm next. A little college of images and symbols coming together right on her arm. You finished up and looked at your work proudly. Her skin was still red and irritated but you knew she was going to look so good when they were fully healed.

She needed a break before you started on her right arm. Valeria had a high pain tolerance but getting a needle repeatedly stabbed into your skin will start to become unbearable after a while. Valeria stretched and then winced.

“Do you think you could help me?”

That’s how you ended up stationed behind her. You weren’t a licensed massage therapist either but it turns out tattooing isn’t your only skill.

You finished up her right arm a few hours later. You still had another session the next week to finish up some smaller details but you were finished for now and Valeria was happy. Happy enough that you somehow ended up in her bed that night. Not that you were complaining.

[tachimichishrine]

I swear no one does Higuchi justice like c’mon I’m BEGGING to be her cute wife that cooks for her whenever she comes from the Mafia. The chokehold she has on me is just *mwah* she’d be so sweet

also love your tachihara fanfiction it’s my dinner everyday <3

<never been crazy abt higuchi but writing for her just,,, it did smth ok- GAH HOW IS THERE NOT A SINGLE FIC OUT THERE FOR HER?? also you're so sweet ill be sure to feed u properly huheeheheh... thank you for your service to the tachi community btw, all the best w your writing n future fics ^w^ >

"housewife"

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higuchi ichiyo x wife! reader

warnings: i attempt fluff again ; this is so short idk why, apologies my liege ; this is fiction bc there's no way i could cook smth and not poison my wife/ burn the house down in the process ,,, ; tw bath!! (/j it's all just fluff) ; l e s b i a n s ; love language is phys touch deal with it ; itty bitty cursing ; lowercase intended ; NOT proofread

you knew not to panic in such situations. waking up to disheveled sheets that had turned frigid, indicating that ichiyo had been gone too long. you allowed yourself to sleep in, given that you had the day off and decided you'd just lounge around, take a break and plan something nice for your lover in the meantime.

a stress-free period, but all you felt was anxiety when you dialed her number and got sent straight to voicemail repeatedly. this time, you decided you might as well actually leave a message when the line rang for too long.

"'chiyo, honey, call me back when you get this. just wanna make sure everything's okay, alright? I miss you already, love y-"

"who the hell is this?"

you'd been anticipating the automated voice so much that it barely registered that you didn't actually hear it this time, and a quick glance at the screen confirmed that you really were on call with someone on the other end of the line. the voice was raspy, definitely not hers, so you echoed back the question.

"um, who are you?" you challenged with a hand on your hip that they couldn't see.

except, instead of a response, you heard some distant voices on the other line, one rather hyper as it babbled something you interpreted as 'akutagawa-senpai!'. a few noises ensued along a brief chaos you couldn't see, and suddenly the phone was put back to someone's ear as they panted. you could recognize that heavy breathing anywhere.

"hey, hey, 'chiyo, what's going on?" you spoke softly, hoping she was alright and not trying to scare her.

she stuttered nervously. "sorry, I'm so sorry, I must've dropped my phone somewhere and akutagawa-senpai picked it up and-"

"woah, was that the akutagawa you're always talking about?" you couldn't believe it; after being with her for so long, you'd only ever heard stories about the people with whom she worked. you agreed that the kind of place where she operated was dangerous and it was better not to get yourself involved, so she kept you separated from everything she did. you appreciated the thought, but sometimes you felt a little frustrated that you couldn't meet the people in her life— you didn't even think they were aware ichiyo was married.

a tired sigh confirmed your theory. "look, [_____], I'll call you back when-"

"higuchi, who is that?"

akutagawa seemed to be speaking again, and quite frankly you didn't like his tone. if you were on speaker, you'd set him straight but for now you just listened to ichiyo ramble a response while not actually answering the question. he sounded tired of the bullshit and eventually the line was cut off harshly. something told you that you won't be able to call this number anymore.

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music played on the speaker as you hummed, tray of baked goods getting pulled out of the oven by your gloved mitten. the smell filled out the rather small place you shared with both your wife and sister-in-law, but the latter was out for the week on some kind of trip and left you all alone. you'd gotten used to ichiyo's erratic lifestyle, sometimes disappearing during the day and barely making it home at night. she sounded exhausted when she did arrive, so you didn't mind taking care of the little things.

proud of yourself, you put the assorted goods in various plates and left them on the table, waiting for her to come home. you couldn't call her, obviously, since it appears her boss had pulverized the device out of rage. you'd be worried if not for the fact that, based on her stories, it seemed this was a regular occurrence and she didn't mind it. you'd feel jealous of the man if it weren't for the fact that she fawned over you much harder in all the days you'd known her. she knows what she wants and does everything to get it, you'll give her that. by nature, ichiyo was incredibly caring and it was difficult to hold that against her

something was in your hands as you lounged on the couch, passing the time: a book, your phone, anything to keep your mind occupied. the sun had set and you were getting impatient, as nighttime meant she was going to be out until the early hours and might even come home with a particular scent on her clothing that resembled blood and death. how a person so sweet, so feeling could get into this kind of business was beyond you, much less how she could last thing long. she once told you that the only reason she could keep her mind this long was coming home to your soft kisses and pampering.

a clicking of the front lock and the creaking that ensued signaled that you were about to do that once more, and you strolled over to the entrance with an excited smile.

"welcome home, 'chiyo, how wa-" you caught yourself off when you saw a splatter of crimson along her cheek. your lips tugged downwards into a frown as a reflex, and you sighed gently once you saw her expression. she seemed so conflicted, not about whatever crime she'd done but about making you worry so quickly. "hey, hey, it's okay, c'mere."

with that, you pulled her into your embrace and set a kiss on her hair. it still smelled like that shampoo you'd bought her, a subtle vanilla and chamomile that reminded you of her. her entire body slumped into your strong arms, and she let you drag her across the house, shedding her shoes, meticulously pulling the elastic out of her hair to let her messy bun fall into a bob, then helping her out of her unbuttoned jacket. you pulled her body into yours as you laid down on the couch again, but this time with her head shoved into your chest, which was one of her favourite things to do.

"wanna talk about it?" you asked, dumbly, one of your regular antics. of course she wanted to talk about it; she did an awful job keeping things to herself anyways.

so, you listened carefully while she recounted stories with fake names to keep you protected and vague details in certain places, specific in others. she didn't seem hungry, so you just skipped the food for now and dragged her to your bedroom. you were about to throw her pajamas and get her to change so you could just lay down in bed for the evening, but the burgundy was darkening on patches on her arm and you couldn't help but stare at it.

"—so akutawaga-senpai showed up and I felt a little stupid but he-" you interrupted her by grabbing her shoulders and giving her a little shake.

"honey, can we clean off... that..." you danced around the topic, but she knew exactly what you meant when your eyes kept darting to certain areas of her skin. she nodded and you gave her a quick kiss on her forehead. "I'll run the bath and we can scrub it off. keep going, I'm listening."

she continued speaking as you did exactly that and eventually both of you were stripped and laying down in the tub. she was sitting in between your legs, with her back resting on your chest and head leaning back to rest on your shoulder. you traced her body, rubbing into certain patches until her skin was back to its beautiful glow. the warmth of both her and the water was too comforting, and you stayed longer than needed, your fingertips turning raisin-like in protest. despite this, you leaned down to kiss her up and down her neck while you gently massaged her flesh from her thighs to her hips, her stomach to her breasts. if she wasn't so tired that she eventually ran out of steam and stopped talking just to revel in your embrace, you might've handled her a little differently. yet, at this moment the only desire you had was to pamper her.

"ichiyo..." you breathed out slowly, lips grazing her ear while you kissed her again and spread out your fingers over her stomach. "mmmmn... 'missed you... i love you s'much..."

god, you would break her if you kept this up. so long together that you finally managed to put a ring on it yet she still fangirled over you like you were her high school crush. even as you pulled yourselves out of the sanctuary of steam and warmth in order to actually eat, she blushed every time you left a quick peck on her cheek or rubbed noses while chuckling softly.

she fell asleep in your arms, with her leg on top of you pulling you close like her very own plushie. it was hard not to smile at her once she began snoring and murmuring something about akutagawa during her slumber.

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hand in hand, you snuggled up in big jackets in the middle of the night to fend off the frigid breeze. holding onto your fingers wasn't enough, and ichiyo was fully clinging onto your bicep as you walked with her in the empty streets of yokohoma.

"this s-sounded so m-much more fun when w-we were inside... warm... by the f-fireplace.." her teeth chattered and she pulled herself closer into you.

"you were the one who suggested getting something from the café," you retorted with a chuckle, opposite hand brought up to tuck her hair behind her ear that was starting to turn pink from the cold. you rubbed your thumb along her cheek which was going through something similar, then sighed with a cloud of hot breath. "alright, honey we'll head in. i think there's another one on this street, we can just stay there and warm up before we go back, mkay?"

she would feel a bit ashamed about being so demanding if you hadn't pulled her in tighter and looked at her so lovingly. she had such an impossible time never believing she was capable enough at the mafia, and that discomfort disappeared as soon as you whispered sweet nothings into her ear and made her feel like everything was alright.

you turned your bodies together, door jingling as you stepped inside and the air blowing down from the heater hitting you. you realized that she was right, it was too damn cold outside, as soon as you felt the contrast of the inside. you turned towards your lover with a quick look to see if her body was as relieved as yours, but she was staring at something intensely on the horizon, like she'd seen a ghost.

you followed her gaze, and it fell on a man with tuffs of white in his hair standing next to a woman, slightly shorter but with noticeably long stands of black veiling the sides of her face.

"do you know them?" you whispered, and she jumped a little. part of her wanted to drag you outside, but she couldn't lie to you or keep things no matter how much her common sense told her to.

"that's... they're..." she was struggling to say something, anything, but you noticed she was letting herself get flustered. in these kinds of situations, you liked to interrupt her with a kiss to bring her back to earth from her constantly overreacting mind.

she pulled away before your lips could touch.

she'd never done that before.

you knew better, that this was probably a question of her not wanting the pda right now or maybe it had something to do with the duo standing over there waiting for their drinks, but it hurt nonetheless when you saw her squint her eyes shut and shake her head.

"that's akutagawa," she whispered as an explanation, and you felt simultaneously irritated and relieved, the former due to the fact that it confirmed that she hadn't told her boss that she was in a relationship, much less married. you understood why but it didn't sting any less.

"who's the girl?" you followed up, trying not to think about it too deeply. "is that.. uh... gin?"

she nodded meekly, and it was impossible to stay mad for long when she was so cute. you slid your hand around her waist, turning her around so that her back was to the pair and they wouldn't recognize her while she spoke to you. your voice dropped so low she could barely hear it. "should we get out of here so they don't see us? I'm not that cold, I can wait outside if it makes you more comfortable, honey."

how could she ask you to do something like that when your words were so caring, so honest? she took a deep breath and shook her head once more. in one impossibly fast motion you found yourself on the other end of the shop, standing in front of the man.

"akutagawa-senpai!" ichiyo exclaimed just a bit too loudly for this time of the day and the serenity of the empty café. she bowed her head down, speaking incredibly quickly. "I don't mean to interrupt your evening but it's come to my attention that you don't know that I'm married and this is my wife her name is [_____] and she's wonderful and-"

"'chiyo, he won't be able to understand what you're saying," you laughed softly, cutting her off as you placed your hand on her back reassuringly before addressing her boss with a respectful nod. "it's nice to finally meet you, akutagawa-san. I've heard a lot about you."

he barely bothered to acknowledge you, but the slight twitch in the spot that should've housed his eyebrows signaled that he was shocked. your smile grew wider when you looked to his sister who was sporting the same look. you pulled ichiyo against you from her hip as if to prove that she was indeed yours, and spoke slowly to explain snippets of the current situation. gin listened carefully without a word while the man tried his very best to seem completely uninterested.

as much as you wanted to learn everything there was to know about ichiyo's other side, eventually his drink was ready and he barely excused himself as he walked out. you watched him do so, and gin nodded to you and said something about how nice it was to make your acquaintance in a meek voice before quickly following him out. you waved, and noticed akutagawa watching you do so warmly before burying his face in his coat and scampering off.

"well," you giggled, turning back towards ichiyo, "that wasn't so bad. she's cute and he's an ass, but I trust your judgement in people."

you could practically see stars in her eyes; she rambled to you the entire walk home - during which she didn't complain about the cold a single time and was nearly bouncing off the sidewalk - about how much he clearly loved you based on his expression (apparently the fact that he didn't try to kill you on the spot was a sure sign of his support). she was so excited she even suggested bringing you with her to the port mafia tomorrow, but you stopped her and told her to slow down for just one second. you loved that she was so passionate about her emotions, but you wanted to talk and think this through before you did anything.

for tonight, though, you let her radiate with happiness as she jumped on top of you, making the mattress creak while she climbed up to sit on your lap and curl her fingers around the fabric of your shirt. your hands on her hips, she sat down with her knees bent on either side of you like a frog and leaned so you were chest-to-chest. she tickled your skin to draw out soft giggles while she peppered you with kisses, littering you with her best efforts to repay just a fraction of what you did for her. you rubbed her thighs in long, loving motions and brought her up so she was sitting on your hips instead. you wanted her closer, and she was happy to oblige as she kissed your lips.

"[_____]," she said, smiling into you, "I'm so lucky..."

you cut her off with a press upwards and a firm grip. "shhh, don't say anything. I love you, you love me and that's all we need."

she murmured your name that night in her sleep instead of akutagawa's.

[jukipptx]

could i request smth like a fluffy small imagine or smth of renjun or any member confessing and maybe how he would be? would he be flustered or shy idk. thx <3

Here you go baby 🩷 sorry for taking sooooo long 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

REQUESTS are OPEN🩷🎀

You wanted to prove Chenle’s theory, but you knew you were going to risk it all. Renjun could get mad for sure, but you really had to know if he was as ticklish as Chenle had told you.

“He almost peed once.” Chenle had told you.

“Yeah, and there were tears on his face.” Mark continued.

“But he makes the cutest face, he gets aggressive dimples, you need to see it for yourself.” Jaemin confirmed.

You’ve been dating for a while, so he couldn’t get thaaaaaat mad, right?

You were both sitting on the couch. Just chilling and relaxing. He was on his phone watching a video, his head was resting on your legs, so much trust given to you, he was already laughing, not knowing how hard he was going to laugh in a minute.

You poked his cheek first and he leaned into it, not knowing what your real intentions were. Then you poked the inside of his ear and he gave you a side eye, but continued watching his video. Started running your hand through his jaw and he blinked slowly almost letting his eyes close forever. And when you stopped, he opened his eyes quickly and sat up.

“Why did you stop?” He started scanning your face, started making you nervous, but you wouldn’t let him get to you, not when you’re trying to prove a point. He moved closer to you, willing to kiss you, he even wetted his lips for you omg 🥶🥶🥶🥶 and when he got close enough, you pushed him making him fall on his back. He whined and he was mad, you could see it in his furrowed eyebrows and his red pointy ears. He tried to get up whilst complaining, starting to ask what was that about, but you pushed him again and got on top of him. His face went 😳

“I’m sorry baby, but I really need to see the face Jaemin was talking about.” You said with regret.

“What face? What are you talki-“ He started but was interrupted by the sudden urge to scream.

You started tickling his ribs and his reaction was instant. His eyes closed strongly like >< and his knees went up and down up and down up and down. His feet kicking as hard as they could without hurting you even if you were hurting him. His hands went straight to your wrists, but he was so ticklish, he lost all strength. He couldn’t even speak, he could only make one single noise and it went kkjjjjjkjjjjjkkkjjjjj

You only stopped when you saw a single tear roll down his cheek. He finally opened his eyes, worried as ever, and his grip on your wrists loosened, his hands went to your hips trying to get you off of him.

“Are you okay?” You asked as you got close to his face, wiping the tear.

“I almost peed.” He was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath, his feet finally stable in the couch.

“But are you okay?” You asked again, giving him a kiss on his cheek.

“Yes, but I’m soooooo mad at y-“ You cut him off again. His grip tightened again and his feet started going up and down.

As he started kkkjjjjing again, he was finally able to speak, more like plead. Saying airless stops multiple times, but thinking that you might have gone deaf because you didn’t stop.

“Stoooooooooooop” he finally was able to yell, but you didn’t stop.

“I will, I only need to see the dimples!” You moved from his ribs to his stomach and that’s when he started yelling and laughing at the same time. Tears falling dramatically. He was soooo dramatic 🙄🙄🙄 was it that bad?

Were those the dimples? More like whiskers. You got close to his face so you could see them, not stopping the tickling.

“Omg!!!! So cute!!!” You yelled, while tickling, and you kissed his cheek making a muaaaakkk noise.

You were about to stop, when all of a sudden he yelled again.

“I love you!!!!!” He yelled straight to your face. You even had to close your eyes because you thought he was for real mad. When you opened them, you were both in the same position, you were still holding his stomach and he was still holding onto your wrists trying to push your arms away, but you both quickly let go of each other.

His face went 😵‍💫 He was mortified!!! He couldn’t believe what he just said. It’s not that he didn’t mean it, but he was waiting for a better moment to do it. Your face was more 😳 You obviously stopped, just like he expected you to, you squirmed back to your side of the sofa and cleared your throat.

“Do you mean it?” you almost whispered. He just shifted a little on his seat and rubbed his hands in nervousness. It took him some time to answer and you were starting to worry, so you just pushed his arm slightly to bring him back to life.

“I do.” He spurted out quickly. Fixed his gaze on the window, on the flowers from the table, on the door, on whatever he could find but you. He was trying to be quiet, but he couldn’t, his breath was still so fast and loud.

You couldn’t help but smile, biiiiiig smile like 😊 You tried to get ahold of his chin, but he was holding his gaze away by force. “Look at me” and he did. He wasn’t one to obey, but he did listen to you. “I’m sorry.” You smiled, knowing he would forgive you in a second or two.

His face was soooo red, never been this red. Now he was the one that pushed you to your back, he didn’t push you as hard as you did, but gently. And he got on top of you this time. His face red, but so serious, a little bit mad, a little bit 🥰sexy🥰 but still super adorable. Hair all messed up, cheeks wet from the tears, it was all too much for you and he knew, you knew he knew by the smirk on his face, and the way he was studying your eyes.

“I’m not ticklish.” You said nonchalantly, even though you were dying inside because of how close he was.

“So you’re just not gonna say it back.” He whispered in your ear causing you goosebumps instantly. You were not ticklish but you were so sensitive, and you didn’t know it until now that he was whispering and scoffing and blowing into your ear.

“I love you I love you I love you.” You urged. He looked into your eyes, gave you a quick smile and a quick kiss, then he sat back up as if nothing ever happened and continued watching his video.

“It will be over for you later.” Was all that he said.

🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 ok Renjun thanks 😊

[xrmywaifxx]

Hey I was wondering if could maybe get comfort for a Gn reader from daichi? I don’t know if I can explain it but my birthdays soon and every year for my birthday and New Years I get a rly deep anxiety of like “wasting my life” or smth idk it sounds stupid. But I get rly anxious around it bc I have a fear that I’m like not living life to my full potential, so every “milestone” is just a reminder that I’m failing. Idk I hope I was able to explain that enough, so if ur willing, I could use some comfort even if it’s just imaginary lol. Thx!

hello anon :) I appreciate you trusting me with something like this. I completely understand the feeling you are describing. I decided to go for New Years theme. I’m sorry for how late this is out.

11:43pm December 31st - New Year’s Eve

All you wanted to do that night was sit by your window. When you were small, you loved watching the fireworks, but lately, it has seemed more convenient as a distraction, a way to forget about life. You close your eyes, the subtle echo of the early fireworks slowly lulling you to sleep. Just then, you heard a noise. Opening your eyes, you hear another, seeing movement as a pebble hits your window. You open your window to the sight of your childhood friend Daichi. Bags in his hands, he smiled up at you the way he always does. So sweetly, like you were the only thing that mattered at that moment. "What are you doing down there, you idiot?" you shout at him. He holds his finger to his mouth, shooshing you, "Shhhhhh, you'll wake up your parents!" He quietly says to you from your backyard. You laugh, "My parents? At home on New Year's? Yeah, right." You say, "They're at some party." "Why aren't you?" He shoots back. You scoff, "You know I'm not the big party type. Besides, I had…more important things to do tonight." He smiles at the ground, hoping you don't see it--you do. "Oh, yeah? What kind of important things? You mean moping around your room all night and finally going to bed at 6 a.m.?" He laughs. and raises an eyebrow at you. You blush at the accuracy of his words, "Whatever, just meet me in the treehouse!" —————————————————— You and Daichi had built this treehouse with your dad when you were only in elementary school. A lot has changed since back then. Your parents divorced, your dad moved away, your mom remarried, and you started feeling differently toward Daichi. You wish you could go back to that age. Before your parents got divorced and before you developed a crush on Daichi. As Dachi slid into the treehouse, you realized that the inside was much smaller than you had remembered, or maybe you were just a lot bigger. As if reading your mind, Daichi says, "Wow, it's smaller than I remember." Because of the size--or lack of it--you were so close to Daichi that you could smell his simple cologne mixed with that coconut-scented shampoo he always used. "Y-yeah, it is.", you let out, already blushing from the proximity. You looked over and saw his bags again. You had noticed them before but didn't pay them much mind. Just as you're about to ask Daichi about them, he asks, "Wondering what's in the bags?" "Yeah, actually, I was." He empties the bags on the floor of the treehouse, and they're filled with all your favorite snacks. "Oh, Daichi, you brought me a picnic?" He nods in response, "I feel bad that I spent last New Year's with the team, so I wanted to make it up to you! Plus…I feel like I've barely seen you lately." That's true, you hadn't really seen each other. When you realized your crush on Daichi, you avoided hanging out with him, hoping he wouldn't find out. You smile, "Don't worry, I've missed you too. Now, let's dig into this food!" —————————————————— You gazed at the starry landscape out of the treehouse window. The sounds of the fireworks fade the further it gets from midnight, as the town slowly begins to doze, the excitement of the New Year now long faded. "Do you remember…" Daichi trails off. "Do I remember what?" You ask in response. "Nah, never mind.", "Well, now you have to tell me!" Daichi laughs, "Do you remember when we were young, about when we built this treehouse… and you had a crush on me."

You swear you felt your soul leave your body. You had no idea that he had ever known about your crush. The thought of him knowing makes you want to curl up into a ball and never come out. "Y-yeah. I remember that", you mutter.

"You know it's funny, but I always liked you too. I was just too scared to tell you." Daichi whispered. You weren't entirely sure why Daichi was telling you all of this, but somehow, knowing he used to like you gave you the littlest bit of hope. The long silence burned your ears, the awkwardness of the present conversation looming over you like clouds on a stormy day. Suddenly, Daichi spoke. You think that maybe he had felt the storm clouds just like you. "Sorry, maybe I shouldn't have brought that up." Daichi scratches his head. "No!" you respond quickly, "I don't mind. I just.. don't usually think of back then."

You feel Daichi's eyes on you as he asks, "Why not?" You simply shrug your shoulders. Daichi chuckles and smiles at you "Why do you always spend New Year's inside nowadays? Remember when we used to go on my roof and watch the fireworks?" You smile softly "Yeah…that was fun…but, I think I just grew out of this childish holiday." "Childish?" Daichi scoffs playfully "What makes New Year's childish?" You turn to look out the window "Everyone gets together and celebrates the end of the year and the beginning of a new one, but…what if…I don't want it to end? What if…I want things to stay the same? But what if I want some things to be different?" Daichi's eyebrows furrow in confusion "Hey, just slow down, you're not making any sense-'' Upon seeing his confused expression you take a deep breath "I just…I get anxious with every 'milestone' because…well, I'm scared that I'm not living to my full potential, you know? Every start of a new year just reminds me that I failed for a whole year…"

Before you can continue Daichi puts his hand on yours. "You're not failing…why would you think that?" You scoff "I'm barely passing my classes, I have no friends, and the only family I have is a mom who would choose her new husband over me any day." Daichi looks in thought for a moment and then laughs. "So…what you're trying to say is that nobody likes you because you're such a failure?" You blush in embarrassment "Why are you laughing about it?" "Oh, I'm laughing at how WRONG you are." You let out a sharp laugh "Oh really? How would you know?" He laughs again and then smiles "Because I like you. I would pick you over anyone."

It feels like your heart is going to beat out of your chest. He likes you? Does he mean in a friendly way or something else? Before your thoughts even finish spiraling in your head you feel Daichi grab your hand. "Sorry, I know it's sudden but… I hate seeing you like this. You like me too, right…?" You suddenly snap out of your thoughts "Of course! I mean um…yeah…I like you too, Daichi."

Maybe this new year won’t be so bad after all…

a/n: yall im so late with this one 😵‍💫, anyway i had so much fun with this, i haven’t written haikyuu in a while :D

dividers by: @/plutism

[xiaoluclair]

hello okay i've seen you reblog 4433 posts so this is my invite for you to go fully incoherent rambling about why you love 4433 pretty please?

okay so i sure as hell ain't a vet but i Am intrigued invested enamored hopelessly sinking and it goes like This:

ONE. racer4racer ruthless4ruthless champion4champion. yall heard lewis talk about booing?? it just fuels me 💪💪. yall heard max? i'll just take my trophy home and they can have a nice evening ☺️. the objective energies are a SPECTRUM apart. but then you look a little deeper and Yeah, that's. thats a champion there and champion there.

alexa play monza 2021 silverstone 2021 jeddah 2021 interlagos 2022. in other words: racing other people?? yeah, fine. Can Do, no Problemo. racing each other? explosion Noises.

i.e. u know the phrase Opposites Attract? well. Yeah . onto

TWO. Opposites! e.g. Agendas (for lack of a better word.) max will kneel, will speak when spoken to. but give that kid the choice and he aint sayin a word. he is there to Race and have Laffs why u askin me about my political stance on cheese 🙄😒. lewis on the other more vocal hand Will Speak Out. prbly maybe it traces back to their childhoods, but im not getting into that Particular thing bc its too heavy for this and im not about to make it into a joke, So. yeah, the way they view their own Purpose within fame, the way max Wouldnt bc he thinks hes too small, insignificant in worldwide change, doesnt believe he can do Much for those larger social issues, then lewis doing so many things bc he might not alter the globe singlehandedly but he wants to be part of that smth Bigger. and no that is Not me saying max doesnt have a heart or doesnt want to help bc we've seen him raise donations and be Kind and condemn people for their shitiness. i just think, Opposites.

keeping with the seriousness: yall ever seen max wear smth not white and jeaned other than his racesuit and swim trunks?? MAYBE i can give him the singular fucking bowtie. lewis? ur catchin him suckin of the w14 before u catch him in that shit (Affectionate).

and to their hearts: both of them, who race to win, to be the fastest, to take home the trophy, to feed that fire as it burns on the track, to make their fathers proud. and then: lewis, who lives with faith, who races with God, who want to break records. max, who lives against superstition, who races with gut, who wants to rest. so Yeah. Opposites.

nYway,

THREE. i realize i havent actually touched much on their actual Dynamic HEE, so like. theyre fukin . miscroscope-worthy. in that they should be Studied. intently. i Cant with the whole, the whole Thing they have like. yeah no theyre not Best Buds or anythin but they Have been amicable. acquaintances. Rivals. and there is no fucking way im feeling Nuthin about two men racing with the Sole Focus of beating the other. first, thats 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈YYY!!! second, that is Everything. who tf is feeling what either of them are feeling going into abu dhabi 21. who Else is putting down his visor knowing its Make or Break. who else is sinking into their cockpit pulling up at the starting line exhaling into their helmet as they watch the lights go out knowing its Now. its there, for Me or Him. its pinned in the center of Us right in the middle, could tip either way. who else, if not each other???? who ELSE I ASK!! also when tf did it happen before that two f1 title rivals went into the final race on equal points??? once?? idk but the Point is, theres two fuckin people (or close to) in the entire World who've been There, only one person who knows how you couldve truly Felt in ur Soul, hands on the steering wheel foot on the gas, has felt it too and hes sitting to ur left, takin a fuckin selfie of u both like sum social media Diva. smfh.

FOUR! they Actually get along???? like ik to some poople theyre tryna Kill each other 25/8 but dawg i think about tom sharing that lil story abt max asking lewis about his hair all the fucking Time its so Unhealthy i need More. n less often but still deserves Stage Time: lewis saying This Guy, this Fucking guy, and max calling him out on it right there on the podium. lewis showing max shit on his phone, makin him goddamn Giggle. the two of them just Joking Around, idk i think its Sweet. that they Can be okay, yknow, even with all the head to head (head 👀) shit they drove each other to in 21.

FIVE: the misc things! i.e. theyre no1s theyve both fucking Dominated the field. who else has on the current grid, i hear? No Fucking one. only Them. i.e. i think there is so much Potential. ik theyre so Different almost polar arctic antarctic north south but it warms my heart sm when theyre together Because of that. i.e. ik this post doesnt read quite so Shippy as it couldve but idk they make me feel More than that in a way bc theyre just so. Apart. and when they come together, it feels Monumental. plus the absolute Dawg the Cunt the 🧎🧎🧎 they can fit into a single photo:

.

Yeah .

[zhongrin]

Hello hello! Hope you’re recovering from the hackathon *pat pat*, I brought snacks for you! (What snacks do you like actually? Any Indo ones you particularly like? Street foods count! I rlly miss batagor, kue rangi and and… ah shoot I’m hungry now *sobs*)

I’ve been to your teahouse (blog) several times, yet for some reason I just realised smth. It’s how Zhongli greets the other customers when they first come in, the ‘My wife will be with you shortly.’ I just realised the *my* is italicized and I went hmm… someone’s possessive… I wonder how that someone would react if I were to steal you away for a bit? … I’m joking of course!

How goes your progress with the Guzheng? I like to think your partners convince you to perform at the Tea House one day. Zhongli and Wriothesley can attest to having something nice to accompany their tea, Al-Haitham would switch off his headphones to listen to you play and Neuvillette… has another dragon joined the teahouse? 👀

*is patted* thankiew... i went out to touch grass today (am still outside actually hahah) and i'm pleased to say that while i still am stressing over some things, it has really helped with the change of pace and de-stressing a bit...

snacks... ohhh i love sweet things!! i'm a sweet tooth so anything sweet with 'basic' taste (vanilla, chocolate, strawberry), i'll usually like... but if we're talking about indo-specific snacks then... molen!! lemper!!! keripik tempe (bro i love love love love fried tempe so much they're so good i can have them as lunch and dinner every day all day you can eat them with soto or pecek or pecel or rujak without/with kacang hrrrrrgghhhhhh)!!! kue Iekker (leker? idk what's the right spelling lmao)!!! hitam manis!!! 🤤

hahaha yeah!! i think most people wouldn't really catch it but that header almost always changes after an ebg or an event... the italicized version has been there since that april fool neuvillette blog revamp prank. and i'm pretty sure zhongli just goes "welcome. what would you like to order?" after that albedo ebg for a while... which implied meirin wasn't allowed to handle customers for a while *wink*

(ignore the noise in the background that's totally the teahouse's electricity generator making weird sounds, definitely not dragon growls yeah um yeah)

hakdjskdj mayhaps one day!!! i'm definitely not good enough to play a whole music by myself but one day i will! it's my target ٩( ᐛ )و

guzheng progress wise, i was finally given a score that would require two hands to play!!!!! and. i am. Struggling™️ HAHAHAH but this is good!! because it means i'm one small step closer to be able to train myself playing lovers' oath hehe ᰔᩚ i'm also learning the tremolo; i think i somewhat have the motion down (i.e. i'm using my wrist instead of my fingers as the main force for the motion) but i'm still struggling to build the strength to do it continuously and consistently. i'm struggling HARD to do it for 30 seconds. the goal is 1 whole minute so uh yeah hajdhsdj

...... and yes i don't talk about him much here, but the iudex is indeed around 👉🏻👈🏻 don't freak out if you see him at times haha

[zeondraws]

Lore about Indra and Althea

Adding to my last lore post.

I THINK the humanoids would also try to steal young busses because of the more underdeveloped AI, mainly so that they can train it themselves and raise it by THEIR standards. So that they can use the AI for propaganda on their homeworld or other malicious things, but they usually don't keep the bus body, they usually extract what they need.

So now I was thinking about Indra, Roxanne and Althea again.

Indra is often busy to try and look after Roxanne, that little bus started to bother the other busses a bit more or simply exploring the area a bit more. Indra tries to entertain her with toys he found at the planetary lab that were meant for human babies but she often breaks them. Sometimes she starts to cry because of it, making him spend more time to try and calm her down.

Poor boooos I imagine her gnawing on a ball and enjoying herself and it popping in her mouth and because it shocked her so much she started to cry very loudly.

And I imagine just her laying there in Indras room, with her favourite blanket, she often lays on it but I wouldn't be surprised if she would hold it or just chew on it. But she often lays there and plays with her toys, the baby noises she makes might sound like a human baby but noe I wonder. Should I try and make it sound more like a bus?.... idk how a bus would make bus baby sound, maybe through the entire air system that these vehicles need, she could make some of those noises. But she'd def have a more high pitched voice.

As for other busses for example, their voices gets deeper over time, often having 3 main time periods where the voice changes

When they are a young teenager, a young adult and then adult.

Oh and when Roxanne said her first word her dad was so happy. Her saying "dada" and Indra just loudly exclaiming "Yes!!! I am your dada!!!"

I think Indra is a very happy dad even if Roxanne starts crying about very random thing, or as she gets older still wants to get hand fed by him but he keeps telling her to do it since she's big enough.

And Althea is Indras partner, atleast over time they start to form a bond together, marriage isn't smth busses consider yet. Atleast there have only been 4 marriages thus far. One ended in a tragedy, which was between Mark and Elahe. It was an event all the other busses couldn't forget so most of them felt unsure of marriage. It could be a bad omen perhaps

But Althea still feels unsure letting Indra get closer to her, she still has alot of inner demons to fight. She was once kidnapped by humanoids and was left with alot of unresolved trauma. A few busses helped her overcome most of it but she worries of slipping back. It happened a few times but there was always a bus to help her. She just has no idea how Indra would react.

When two busses want to have a deeper connection with one another they pretty much connect their minds together for a while to exchange thoughts, memories and feelings. It is quite intense and both vehicles would need to trust each other aloooot to do that. And she worries that Indra gets a wrong impression if she doesn't want to do that, she has no clue what to make of this. She likes him alot, they already look like a small family together.

Considering she often helps out with taking care of Roxanne. She loves that little bus, wondering if she will get called mama at some point. She also felt very happy when Roxanne said her first word.

I don't know enough about mental health stuff so I will leave her stuff as some sort of trauma. I keep thinking about other stuff to display that she struggles alot with reoccurring nightmares but I gotta keep it tame to not evoke a wrong impression. Atleast I think I can try to use what I know from my own difficulties, since I am familiar with that. I think, I'll see how it goes.

Also Alondra still feels very disconnected in the lore, she seems like an outsider so I can't fully grasp her or remain interested, I need to think how I can put her more to the foreground.

[rainy-weather-supremacy]

*I drive towards you on a too-small scooter, wobbling*

My turn again!

What do your characters do purely for fun?

How fast would they kill each other on a space ship?

Do any of your characters like the taste of blood? (I figured the question might fit better with yours than mine)

Do your characters have symbolisms/metaphors n stuff? If yes, explain them.

Creepiest object one of them owns

What would they do if given a kazoo?

One character you’d want to kiss and one you would slap

How do they interact with technology?

Who’s the most afraid of being left behind?

Is there a fundamental question to your characters? (Like idk, what is fear to humans or smth like that)

*I, still wobbling and hunched over, drive into the sunset and fall over*

*I walk after you on very big stilts, help you up and eat your scooter*

Hehe

Avery, Ozan and Jamie go hunting sometimes, which is cool because Avery is fast when she hunts already and Jamie can turn into, like, a big wolf or something like that and carry Ozan on her back. Tara and Mikaela do music together, Camilla likes to exist in nature without moving for a while, Arthur and Toby cook and Daniel likes to read.

Pretty darn fast, especially if Jackson's not around. If he was, they'd probably work together to get him to safety and then immediately turn on each other.

Yeah, you're probably right. Avery, Ozan and Tara always do, Jamie sometimes.

I don't think so, actually. They're mostly just silly little guys... Maybe it's symbolism that Esther weaves since she has other spider-like tendencies?

Arthur has a very old doll that never seems to be quite where you left it. He refuses to get rid of it. Camilla once threw it into the garden and the next morning it was back on the shelf.

Mikaela: Plays the final countdown impressively well for the fact that it's a kazoo. / Tara: Makes a sound so loud and horrible that it kills you instantly. / Mary: Annoys the hell out of Daniel. / Granny: Eats it. / Jackson: Actually plays it like a normal person.

I like my characters, but I don't think I'd want to kiss them... I'll give George a parental kiss on his fucked up little baby head. I also?? Don't want to slap any of them??? I'm sorry for ruining your question lmao 😔

Camilla only uses it to cook. Esther and Granny tend not to use it much, but they do send stuff in the group chat sometimes. Tara and Mikaela refuse to get any technology on their ship except stuff that their crew needs, like hearing aids or noise cancelling headphones. Toby can spend hours on wikipedia, researching random facts or perfecting articles. The rest use them pretty normally, tough use may vary.

Oh, shoot... Avery and Daniel, I'd say. Both have had issues with it in the past (Avery with her family, Daniel with Mary). It's part of why they get along so well- They understand each other and trust that the other won't leave them behind.

What is fear to humans is a very good question that indeed makes me want to apply it to them. However if you asked me what the question to them is I'd probably say something like "how many fucked up little freaks (affectionate) can I fit into one family?"

Do you wanna use my stilts to get back home?

[cunninghamchrissie]

hoooo boy i have so many thoughts on this to the point that i need a read more cut lmao

my hc is that, yeah, she's not a virgin, but jason isn't rly invested in her pleasure. maybe they haven't gone all the way bc "good girls save themselves for marriage and only dirty sluts put out before", but he's convinced her to go down on him, and at a certain point she just does it unprompted bc the sooner he finishes, the sooner he'll stop touching her (bc he'll try to touch her while they're making out, but it doesn't do much for her and ends up feeling uncomfortable after a while)

between having an ed (which destroys your libido, just physiologically speaking, not to mention the body image issues and mental stuff that totally affect your sex drive too) plus her daily abuse from her mom and her religious trauma idk that chrissy even masturbates. she'll feel the urge every now and then, but she doesn't know how to and gets in her head abt it and stops halfway. she's maybe finished a couple times, but felt so bad about it, and like everyone at school could tell what she's done, so the guilt ends up not being worth it.

eddie's not a virgin, but sex has lacked any and all emotional connection for him, which i feel like he'd be ok with? i don't see 20 yo eddie struggling w that.

when they get together they have many hurdles bc first of all, chrissy thought it was bad enough she was having sex w jason, but now she's gonna have sex w another guy? that's super slutty, right? but that's smth she works out on her own, bc some of her cheerleader friends have had sex with different guys, and she doesn't think they've changed or turned into bad ppl bc of it. and esp bc she's crazy abt eddie and he's obvs crazy abt her too, it helps her get away from that mentality a bit.

eddie's horny and now that he's experienced sex w someone he actually has an emotional connection with, his mind's been kinda blown and he just wants it all the time, and chrissy's been taught that good girlfriends are always available for their boyfriends, so she'll do it even when she's not rly feeling it, and when eddie realizes it he feels like shit and disgusting like he's taken advantage of her (and it doesn't help that ppl around town would prob be saying the same stuff abt him too) so the first thing they work on together kind of urgently is communication.

so that's maybe where kinks would be introduced bc eddie will just straight up not touch chrissy sexually if she doesn't say it with her words that she wants him to, but she's even quiet when they do it (bc, again, she doesn't want to sound like a slut or like those women in porn that she's caught jason watching a couple times, and he told her he was only watching so he could look for signs that chrissy was turning into one of those dirty women, screaming like the devil was in them or smth). so they'll start with super tame dirty talk, eddie just talking her ear off bc he obvs can't ever shut up, and urging chrissy to make any noise, talk back, and at first she'll just reply and try not to let her face burn off in shame, but they work up to chrissy actually naming body parts out loud and saying what she wants, but even then it's only when she's already super keyed up. she's still struggling to say it outside of that context, although she's better with physically guiding eddie to doing what she wants him to do. and that's especially helpful too bc chrissy can't finish for the longest time, and of course eddie thinks he's the problem, he's forced her into doing it and that's why she can't finish, and chrissy thinks she's the problem, simultaneously thinking she's broken and also a small part of her not wanting to finish lest she turn into one of those sluts screaming. so with her learning to be more vocal, she also learns to touch herself, be on top, let eddie go down on her etc.

body image would be an issue too, but i feel like on a lesser level. it'd start w chrissy not wanting to get fully undressed, only doing it in the dark, stuff like that, but between eddie running his mouth bc he can't help it and just touching her everywhere esp during sex (including her stomach and thighs, including and maybe esp when she starts gaining weight in recovery from her ed) it ends up rly helping her. it's not ideal to let your body image hang on how someone else feels abt your body but we all do it, and it's more common to start to feel ok abt how you look bc your partner is into it than just starting on your own

eddie's got the magazines and handcuffs and he likes "weirder" stuff and i think after the first great hurdles they'd def try some stuff, but at the end of the day i just see them as being so vanilla (which is not a bad thing!!!). the most i can see sticking is dd/lg, spanking and/or choking, light tying up (so nothing like shibari or anything)

i think the one thing that would be completely off limits would be degradation. i know it works for some ppl precisely bc of the trauma but i just don't see it esp in a vecna universe. eddie just wants to protect her and chrissy's love language is words of affirmation, bc it's exactly what she lacked the most growing up, so being reassured and complimented is what gets her going and she would for sure take it to heart if eddie said anything bad even in a made up scenario.

curious about what other hellcheers think of the way chrissy's relationship with sex, fantasy and kink would evolve over the course of her life with eddie. from a standpoint of her starting out not necessarily a virgin, but having not had good sex before. i accidentally started writing a fic exploring this, where i'm kinda tracing the path of her voicing her interests and things she's curious to try with eddie. she starts with asking to watch him jerk off, which she haltingly turns into mutual masturbation (which ends with her upset and crying because she can't get herself off and she's so scared there's something wrong with her).

would love to hear anyone else's thoughts on this, especially if anyone has very specific headcanons about things chrissy would or wouldn't like.

[griffintail]

You can either take this as a request or just brainrot with me, whichever you want but: Thinking about Winged! Child! Reader whos like the youngest in SBI Family Au where whenever they see Dadza they rapidly flap their wings because they're really happy seeing him (mostly because of the bird qualities) and they also like chirp a lot. And then here's also just a small event i see happening: Reader is sitting on like a play mat playing with whatever and then there's Tommy just sitting on a couch not to far away. Philza comes from upstairs and asks for Tommy to bring reader to him because he's either about to go on a walk or smth with them (idk). Tommy walks over and picks up reader and starts walking towards Philza. As they're approaching him reader notices Dadza and just reacts like "Father! :D" and starts rapidly chirping, flapping their wings repeatedly, having their hands out reaching for him. As they're flapping their wings, the wings are just constantly slapping tommy in the face. Wilbur and Techno are just somewhere off to the side wheezing at Tommy getting slapped by reader unintentionally. AND to make it slightly more funny / wholesome, the siblings just have this game where like: "If dad asks you to bring y/n over, do it as quick as you can or else you get slapped by the child." If you do ever take this as a request, could you make it a oneshot where its just a day in the life of the family where they struggle getting through the day with reader constantly being happy seeing Dadza or whoever they like? - Bird Anon :> Remember to eat food, drink water, and sleep!

Just Another Day

Pairings: SBI x Reader

Warnings: None :D

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“Boys! Breakfast!” Phil called from downstairs.

Wilbur rubbed his eyes in annoyance before Phil shouted up once more.

“Oh! And someone grab (Y/N)!”

From across his room, he could hear Tommy practically falling out of his bed to scramble up so he didn’t have to get (Y/N). It was the rule between the three of them, whoever was last downstairs in the morning, had to get the small child. Wilbur huffed trying to get up quickly enough to at least beat Techno but as he stepped out of his room while putting his beanie on, Techno smirked from the stairs, Tommy long ago downstairs.

“Damn it,” Wilbur muttered.

“Be quick.” Techno chuckled as he went downstairs.

Wilbur sighed, before going into (Y/N)’s room where they were sleeping soundly in their crib.

“(Y/N),” Wilbur whispered gently as he carefully picked them up. “Time to wake up.”

(Y/N) chirped softly as they grabbed onto Wilbur’s shirt as he held them close to his chest while their wings gave a soft flutter. Wilbur chuckled softly at how adorable they were before going for the stairs.

“Come on songbird, breakfast.” He told them.

Slowly, (Y/N) woke up as Wilbur made it downstairs. It’s not that any of the boys didn’t like the small child, they were simply too adorable to dislike in the slightest. They just got a tad bit overexcited when…

“There you are kiddo.” Phil smiled at the winged child in Wilbur’s arms.

Quickly, Wilbur went to put them in their high chair as they chirped excitedly seeing Phil. He grinned in triumph as he managed to put them in their chair with only getting smacked in the arm by one of their wings. It was no secret (Y/N) loved their father.

Tommy was the first to find out the hard way how much (Y/N) loved Phil. Phil had been building (Y/N)’s room to finally have them move out of his room and was going to take a walk with (Y/N) for a quick break. He told Tommy to bring them to the front door as he quickly got changed. Tommy had picked them up from their blocks and waited by the front door until Phil came over. (Y/N) gave an excited chirp and all Tommy then saw was wings as they quickly flapped their wings against his face.

Techno and Wilbur had laughed their asses off at the time but had then since fallen victim to the same attack. Now it was always a fight to bring (Y/N) to Phil.

“Ok little crow. Calm down.” Phil chuckled gently running a hand over their head before handing out plates.

Though the reaction was very cute when they were alone in their chair, chirping as they tried to leave their seat to get to their father.

After breakfast, Phil took them on his own to spend some time with them. He played for a while but of course, he had to eventually work. So, Tommy sat on the floor with the small child as Phil worked in his office till (Y/N)’s nap time.

“Alright, I need to get a drink. Stay here.” Tommy told (Y/N) before going to the kitchen.

(Y/N) watched him before looking at their toys, making little noises as they did before they spotted one of Phil’s crows flying from the window and into the house. Making noises, their wings flapped as they tried to stand up. They managed on their feet but with their wings flapping, they quickly became unbalanced.

“Shit!” Tommy swore as he came back out and dove quickly catching (Y/N) as they fell over almost landing on their wings.

(Y/N) clapped their hands as Tommy groaned in slight pain from his quick save.

“Tommy, you better not be swearing around (Y/N),” Phil called from his office.

At the sound of Phil’s voice, (Y/N) once more flapped their wings and Tommy quietly swore as they hit him in the face.

“No, never Phil,” Tommy called back as he held (Y/N) from him as he sat up. “Alright, knock it off.”

Naptime came and eventually went as Phil was off to trade in a close-by village. (Y/N) woke up before he got home though and they whined in their crib. Tommy had gone to visit Tubbo and Wilbur had left to play a few new songs out in public, leaving Techno at home where he stayed to read. He sighed quietly hearing the small child and got up, going into (Y/N)’s room and carefully picking them up. Their wings flapped in annoyance, hitting Techno’s arms and chest, that Techno wasn’t Phil.

“Come on kid. Phil will be back in a little while.” Techno told them as he went downstairs, back into the living room where he had been reading.

(Y/N) wings still flapped and Techno hummed as he sat down.

“Now, I know you’re just trying to get a story out of me.” He said carefully balancing the child as he picked up his book. “Alright, here’s the story of Nemesis.”

He started to read the story and (Y/N) slowly started to relax before the flapping stopped and before long, the tiny winged folk was asleep once more in Techno’s arms. He nodded as he closed the book before laying back on the couch. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep as well, both siblings napping soundly.

When Phil came home, he came in as quietly as he could, going towards the kitchen to put down his trades but awed softly seeing pair asleep. Phil put down his things before trying to carefully pick (Y/N) up but the young child woke up and fluttered their wings happily as they saw Phil. The older man winced as their wings hit Techno’s face and the piglin hybrid grunted as Phil moved back with his child.

“Sorry, mate,” Phil said.

“Eh, it was time to get up anyway.” Techno rubbed his eyes.

“I’m very glad you’re always happy to see me little crow, but we do need to practice your control over your wings,” Phil told them as he went to have them sit in their playpen.

“That’d be nice I think for all of us,” Techno commented and Phil chuckled softly.

It was just another day in the Minecraft household.

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General Taglist: @devilchicc @technoblades-sword

[sailorhyunjinz]

Imagine skz realizing their s/o reads smuts about them .... sksksksksk

PLEASE I SO WANNA DO A HEADCANON ON THIS 

LEZ GO HEADCANON/REACTION (i swear i know the difference i just dont know what to call these LMAO)

Warnings; SMUT!!! mentions of rough sex, mentions of pegging, mentions of threesomes, mentions of degredation, sub/dom!skz x gn!reader

bangchan

“o-oh”

he just needed to check the weather on your phone or smth

but was instead greeted by hardcore smut with him choking and fucking the reader

I MEAN,,, HE KNEW 

BUT STILL VERY SHOCKED 

“why dont you read the cute like fluffy stuff? like going on dates by the beach or getting a dog together or something?” 

you try to act innocent like “read? i do read book with those themes if you didnt kn-”

“no i mean the things about me”

realisation just HIT 

“chan,,, how much did you read??”

“maybe like 3 or 4 pieces, all very rough??”

smile through the pain, you’re busted and theres nothing you can do about it lmao

minho

“here i am,,, thinking my partner was so excited over news articles but no,,, oh no they reading about wanting to dom me. never baby”

he says it in such a serious tone so you’re cracking up, half embarrassed, half amused.

but he doesnt even blink

“also why the fuck does changbin get to fuck but im stuck jerking off in a random ass corner?”

so defensive

justice for minho in fics

starts judging how its written

“the writer doesnt describe my handsome face?”

changbin

“Y/N!!! COME HERE!!”

you skip into the room, your buff boyfriend sitting infront of your computer scrolling through a smut post you hadn’t bothered clicking down

“this is pretty hot not even gonna lie”

you punch him playfully on the shoulder but it doesnt make him move an inch

“c-can you not?! thats invasion of private property!!”

“ ’ah fuck yes changbin, im yours’ doesnt sound like private property”

you slam the computer screen shut and walk out but he grabs your wrist

“do,,, do you wanna try?”

“try what?”

“you know,,, recreate those,,,”

hyunjin

“b-but im right here?”

so confused??

like why would you need to read about having sex with him

WHEN HE WAS THERE??

rolls his eyes and starts making fun of you 

“y/n wants to be called a whore!!”

but then discovers smth really kinky that you like

idk like being tied up or restrained or smth

eyebrow wiggle 

“hey y/n i just wanna test something” 

you’re cooking food and you nod

he takes both of your hands behind your back and CLICK

mf had handcuffs behind his back 

“WH- HYUNJIN WHERE DID YOU EVEN-?”

he leans in real close to your ear, pressing his chest against your back

“dumb baby didn’t know that i would have found out, hm? reading those dirty things behind my back every night”

jisung

“my dick is not small”

you’re like wtf,,, he just says it randomly while you were grabbing a snack from the kitchen

“in that story you’re reading, it says that i have a small dick”

FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU LEFT THE DAMN PHONE UNLOCKED

you cant even say anything, you just frozen, with a packet of crisps in your hands

“what more stories are there of me? are there any with me and a big dick?”

“JISUNG, SHUT UP”

felix

GIGGLY BOY

he vibes with it but kinda pouty because why didnt you tell him what you wanted to do in bed

baby starts worrying that maybe he’s not good enough :((

highkey loves the sub fics OOP

“y/n, i wanna try this”

he says, showing you a fic about him getting pegged/buttfucked

you’re all like static tv noises at first cause how the fuck did he even find out

but ya know,,,, it opened door ;))

seungmin

“do you want to fuck my bandmates?”

bruh you choke on your mf water

“w-wha? why would i-”

“especially jisung, theres just countless links of jisung smut in your history”

you’re impressed over how calm he is?? 

“s-smut? pffft,,, i dont read that,,,”

he pulls out his phone cause he took a picture of what you were reading and you just wanted to sink underground and stay there forever.

“I quote; ‘jisung grabbed his leaking cock an-”

“IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY I WAS JUST CURIOUS, SPARE MY EARS”

he just chuckles, looking up from his phone with his sharp eyes

“should be me instead...”

jeongin

“wait is that the new volume of that manga?”

he says all pouty before he jumps on top of you, you lying on your stomach on the bed, deep into the story until you scrolled down and boom

the smexy scenes started ;)))

you quickly scroll up again but he’s all like;

“wait scroll down,,, im pretty sure i saw my name”

he grabs the phone out of your hand and runs away

“WAIT PEOPLE WRITE THIS ABOUT ME?!”

flops down on the floor out of embarrassment 

and you flop down on top of him

just a pile of embarrassment

[moons-cozy-corner]

PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE ME HANGING FOR UR WRITING SNDNND. I loved ur recent one, where Villain finds that Hero doesn't care for their sidekick and their disgusted at that. Could u do a follow up? Maybe Sidekick gives villain the info and hero rages on them or SMTH idk

Thank you for asking for a follow up, I enjoyed writing this SO MUCH.

Part 1

TW: Cussing, mentions of past abuse, imprisonment

Word count: 841

The hallways were dark and quiet. That was how Villain had always liked it, an extra punishment for anyone unlucky enough to find themselves amongst the cells. They were never cleaned, either, rotted food littering the cells of those that refused to eat, the smell of waste lingering from the toilets. There were soft moans from those that had been there too long, screams and cries from those who hadn’t been there long enough.

It had taken a good amount of time to scrub the blood off of their arms and face, they hoped it would be worth it. Being covered in their mentor’s blood was hardly the way to make them feel safe.

That is, if Sidekick even looked at them at all.

Villain reached the cell, unlocking it with one of the keys at their belt. They pushed the door open carefully, the metal screeching as it scratched the concrete floors. As soon as it opened, cold air surrounded their body, sending a familiar chill through them. They were used to the cold down there, the temperature never changed. Still, they took a deep breath before taking a full step in.

In the far corner, a crumpled figure lay curled up on the mattress, shaking, pressing the sandpaper-like blanket against their flushed cheeks. They could see the whites of their eyes peering up at them, following Villain as they walked into view.

“I’m not telling you anything,” the kid shifted on the stiff mattress, puffing out their chest as much as they dareed. It was an act, the confidence. They were still scared. Villain could see their tense shoulders, the way they shook, the way their voice quaked as they spoke. 

“I’m not here to get information from you.” Villain stalked closer, hands balanced in front of them. Sidekick shuddered anyway as Villain sat on the cold floor in front of them, keeping a wary eye on them as they sat back up. It took all Villains strength to not pull Sidekick into a hug right then and there, but they knew that in this situation, they were the predator. Sidekick was the small, weak prey, like they always have been. “I only wish to talk to you. Whether you would like to participate in the conversation or not.”

Sidekick eyed them still, remaining silent. They knew the reason for this was not just because they were in Villains presence. No, most heroes and sidekicks yell, insult, scream, spit, make whatever noise they can. A pointless endeavor, really, but this time Villain was practically begging for it, letting the silence linger in the air way too long between the two. Sidekick's gaze soon faltered, meeting the floor.

They sighed, “Hero has… done things to you, haven't they?” The Sidekick’s gaze snapped back up to Villains, shaking, for a split second. They hurriedly returned their gaze to the floor, and the criminal could nearly hear them beating themself up.

You showed weakness again. A crack sounds through the empty space of their brain. A phantom pain spreads across their skin. Damnit, can’t you do anything right? You’ll never be a successful hero. You're worthless. Go. Out of my sight. 

The criminal brought a hand to their face, rubbing the tingling of unshed tears away. “Kid, I know they’ve hurt you. What are you, fourteen?” Villain wiped their hands on their jeans, leaning in closer to the shaking form in front of them. Even the slight touch of Villain's hand on their cheek made them jolt, but Villain held them steady, pulling them into their chest. “You’re not a failure, kid. You’re not worthless. Hero is.” They didn’t know if they were talking to their prisoner or themself, but they did know that the younger of them started crying, silently, as Sidekick clutched Villains cloak like a lifeline.

“April 7th, 3:00 pm, at your underground base. They’re going after your weapons stash.” The voice was so silent, they were not sure if they heard correctly, but the kid kept going. “They aren’t taking prisoners. They’re going to- hic - kill ever-every single- fuck!” Sidekick pressed their head deeper into Villain's chest, clenched fingers pulling at the edges of their cloak, pulling Villain closer, to which they only held onto them tighter. “They’re a bunch of murderers! All of them!” 

Tears were spilling down Villains face too now, faster than they could ever hope to stop. “I know, kid, I know. I know it hurts. I’m here, I won’t hurt you. You’re safe, dammit. Safe from them,” Villain sighed. “All of them.”

Neither of them moved, even as guards dragged a bleeding Hero down the cellar halls, past the open cell. Even as Hero yelled to Sidekick, calling them a traitor, weak, worthless. Screaming at Villain, incoherent, blurred words as they were lost to the suffocating air of their own suffering. It only caused them to hold each other closer, a child to their last hope, and a lost hero to their past.

“Let’s get you out of here, then, shall we?”

Tag list: @eeveearoace @bleeding-letters

[trickstarbrave]

I just really like them both being autistic 😭

Nerevar I think struggles with expressing pain. He can get injured a lot and just. Keeps going. Assuming it’s not that bad. His brain can’t communicate it properly or fully register it and it worries Voryn so much. In contrast with this he’s so sensory seeking if he doesn’t regularly leave parties for “short breaks” to stim the hell out and process everything he’ll lose his mind and start getting angry or even shaking (idk if this is overstimulation or not but it happens to me and I’m sensory seeking. Idk I just gotta stim to Process esp when I’m happy). Voryn meanwhile goes with him to stim himself and calm down bc it’s overwhelming

Nerevar loves listening to Voryn play music bc he likes how it “feels”. Voryn likes when, after he’s calming down from over stimulation, Nerevar likes to massage his head until he’s fully relaxed. Voryn also is VERY touch averse to people he doesn’t know. To the point it literally hurts and makes him feel nauseous. But he likes neht touching him and Nerevar loves playing with Voryn’s hair.

When Nerevar and Voryn were little they would make the netch “hm” humming noises at each other back and forth as a form of communication. They still do as adults but only in private.

Everyone asks Nerevar how the hell he gets along well with Voryn but he feels like Voryn is the only person who really “gets” him. He can only talk about weapons and politics and scripture so long to other friends until they ask him politely to just talk abt smth else or shut up. He understands HOW to do small talk and hold a conversation but it’s draining to do so. He prefers to just go back and forth w Voryn like they’re having two dif conversations at the same time

Nerevar is jealous bc velvet is one of his favorite textures but it’s too warm in Mournhold to wear it. Voryn meanwhile HATES velvet with a burning passion. But he has a few velvet pillows in his room solely for Nerevar to stim with when he visits. Nerevar constantly complains to Voryn that he wished he lived in Kogoruhn bc he’d wear velvet all the time. Voryn does enjoy silk though he wears silks all the time. Nerevar ALSO loves silk and will constantly hug Voryn and just rub his hands up and down the robes happily humming when they’re alone and it makes Voryn smile and laugh

nerevar and voryn are both autistic. nerevar is the best at masking at putting on a persona and actively taught voryn when they were younger. voryn has rings on his hands he stims with and constantly glares at people to get them to leave him alone, but when he needs to be charismatic he's very good at it.

neht and voryn love just sitting in a room vibing together. nerevar will be cleaning and polishing all of his blades, voryn is reading. nerevar eats the food textures voryn hates secretly. voryn does the same for nerevar. they have systems in place. voryn often has problems with over-stimulation and needs to just. lay under a weighted blanket in absolute silence with an eye mask on to cool down. nerevar struggles with under stimulation and voryn often gifts him clothes that are his favorite textures to stim with. nerevar in will infodump about weapons and voryn has no idea what he's talking about but he smiles because he knows neht likes it. voryn will then infodump about magic and alchemy and nerevar doesn't really get it but he loves how impassioned voryn gets and loves that he gets to see genuine joy from voryn and tries to ask questions to get voryn to talk more.

i can keep going. i love the autistic elves

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

ok so this came to me one evening but imagine. Kaeya is a descendant of khaenria and im going off the theory that it is the abyss one day he gets hit with an abyss mages magic and because of his ties to the abyss he transforms into something similar to childe only smaller. Kaey's in incredible pain, can't move, he's whimpering and chirping in disstress.

Childe is just wandering around and he hears the pained sounds. He folows the sound and sees this dark blue creature. Childe begins purring and rumbling to try and calm it down.

Once monster kaeya sees foul legacy he freaks out because while kaeya is large childe is much bigger. After seeing this fucken giant kaeya begins crying out of fear and the noises upset childe.

In his moth brain he comes up with a solution. Bring the creature to you! :) You always make thing better and you'll help this small one too. Childe picks kaeya up by the scruff with his theeth while kaeya is freaking the hell out and carries him out.

You were in your garden doin whatever when you hear something coming. Knowing it's childe you turn around and see him holding some kind of creature with his theeth. You tell him to put that down and come over to inspect the smaller creature.

Kaeya recognizes you and starts whining and crying because he won't be able to go home like this. After some time you notice some features (idk make smth up) and find out that it's kaeya.

Now you have two abyss monsters :D

In the begining kaeya constantly hides and doesn't want to go outside. Childe is always trying to get kaeya to come with him or just lay in the sun toghether. Eventualy childe manages to get kaeya to cuddle with him in front of a window. You come home find both of them curled up toghether, purring and warm. And everyone is happy :D

Then childe pulls you into the cuddlepile and you are smushed between them.

idk what this is but the idea of monster kaeya does things to me. And what's better that having one abyss baby? two of course!

I'd imagine abyss monster kaeya as something like a snow leopard but more monstery and maybe with wings.

ok i know this is a moth Childe blog but

Kaeya

hnnn

you have very good taste anon, i genuinely love this omg

i'm side-eyeing one of my mutuals rn like "you write this? this yours?" and i'm gonna take a leaf out of his book and put in ANGST AHAHHA

you say what's better than one abyss monster: two, right? wellllll in some ways YES, it's very fun to have both Kaeya and Childe with you- you get more snuggles, they're both very affectionate, they can keep each other company while you're gone, stuff like that

but it's also more tiring. like, SERIOUSLY more tiring. now you have another human-turned-abyss-monster to take care of, and while you certainly don't mind, having both Kaeya and Childe in the house at the same time PLUS your normal work can be extremely draining- i'd expect you to have at least one really bad mental breakdown from how much you're working

even BETTER is if you don't trust Kaeya. maybe you're just sus (hehe mongus) of him since the beginning or you dislike his flowery words and flirtatious nature- either way you're recoiling when you realize this new abyss monster is him and he's whining in grief because he wants your warm comfort, and Childe is chirping worriedly as he sees you hesitate. your heart is screaming at you to help, but your cynicism and distrust is urging you to run- what if it's a trap or a trick of some sort?

*taps table* i want more of this give me more of this hehe please please <33