#in my head it’s like his default outfit………..

[1000dactyls]

i was a so called warm-up sketch enthusiast up until when the sketch suddenly had strong words for me (about hiccup in a fisherman’s sweater)

[hyperamore]

DIET PEPSI (R+18)

TEASER.

HEESEUNG plays the part well. He's got the looks and demeanor of the classic fuckboy, so nobody suspected a thing. Until you.

TAGS. university au, one-shot w 8.9k, fem reader, completely consensual, featuring sunghoon

🎧 ⏮ ⏸ ⏭ DIET PEPSI by addison rae.

"Who's the cute guy in the leather jacket with a slight accent? I heard his name starts with an H."

"Him? That's Lee Heeseung. He majors in game design."

You raised your eyebrows in mild interest. Looking at him from afar, he didn't seem to be the type to major in something geeky like game design.

"So he's a nerd."

"Who gets bitches," Sunghoon downs a shot from the bar, subtly shaking his head. He looks at his outfit, then at Heeseung's, and this time, he shakes his head more obviously. "God, I hate him. He's in my programming class."

"How could you hate him? I mean, I totally get it. He's hot, but he's also passionate about something that isn't Elon Musk, or crypto." You say, shot glass hovering over your lips. You continue to stare, cautious as to not get caught, but at the same time, you wanted him to notice you staring.

"How would you know if he isn't passionate about Elon Musk or crypto? Every guy on Earth likes either one by default. It's just universal..." Sunghoon started to drone on about something, but you weren't paying much attention to hear all of it. You were too busy swooning over the way Heeseung laughs, teeth all pearly white. Your heart might have started beating a little faster.

Sunghoon looks at you, looks at Heeseung again, and rolls his eyes. "Jesus you're into him. YN, he's obviously a fuckboy. Which is worse in nerd world."

You tilt your head to the side. "Sounds like jealousy to me."

"I'm not jealous of him," Sunghoon clarifies. "I just don't get it. He's got this bad boy thing going on and it works for him, but when it's a goody-two-shoes nerd, the guy isn't..."

"Gonna get any."

"I didn't say--I'm a hopeless romantic, which is completely different. I don't get any... by choice!" Sunghoon gestured to himself, beige dress shirt clad with a dorky bowtie, tucked in his darker brown slacks held up by suspenders. For a Software Engineering major, he sure breaks the stereotype. Somehow in a worse way.

"Sunghoon, you went to a bar. Dressed like that. That's telling all the girls, 'Stay away if you don't know Shakespeare!'"

"Wrong. I'm trying to attract all the pretty English majors that could pass by--"

"At a bar."

"My point still stands."

"You do know your meet-cute with an English major won't happen in a bar, right?"

"Why not? You're an English major."

You squinted your eyes at his statement.

Sunghoon and you have been friends since highschool. You didn't really think there was anything beyond being friends between the two of you.

Is the attraction there? You're not entirely sure. But fondness is what you would have used to describe what you feel for Sunghoon. Not attraction.

"I knew it, you've been in love with me all this time--" You fake gasp.

"What? No!" Sunghoon fake gags. "I just meant that you're in a bar right now. Who's to say no other English majors come here?"

"I'm the exception Romeo-wannabe. I'm only here for a character study." You finally down your own shot, working up the courage to come up to leather jacket cutie yourself.

"You're gonna be writing about red flag dudes? Seriously?"

"My Creative Writing class professor reads a lot of Colleen Hoover. That's why."

"You don't even like Colleen Hoover."

"Yeah I don't. I do it for the grade."

"This is the failure of humanity. I feel sorry for you," Sunghoon tsks, and gestures to Heeseung again. "So what are you gonna do? Talk to him like some kind of weirdo?"

"What-hey! I'm pretty enough to get guys interested!"

"Yeah, but you're gonna be talking, so that's gonna go downhill from there. Boys like Heeseung will find you intimidating. I do not."

"You're such a pick me--"

"You picked me!"

"Only because you have more than five braincells."

The banter went back and forth for sometime, until you see a girl come up to Heeseung, looking a little annoyed.

You pat Sunghoon's arm, eyeing the two. He turns to where you were looking, and just as he did, Heeseung gets slapped right across his face.

"And the study, begins."

Boy, are you excited to get to know this guy.

Little did you know, you'd do a little more than getting to know him. Literally.

prolly some time mid november lol xoxo vera

[risestarkiss]

Rise Ramblings #789

While researching for a certain project, I realized something interesting about our boy Mikey.

In TMNT lore, clothing is worn for the purpose of “fitting in.” Yet in Rise, gone are the days of wearing “disguises” to pass as humans (whereas some iterations went as far as wearing human head masks.)

I think the closest we get to a “disguise for the purpose of fitting in” is when, for some inexplicable reason, they decide to wear their wrestling costumes while running a mundane errand.

Yet normally, and when sane, the Rise boys wear clothes based on the occasion, just like everyone else.

However, when I started to look at the clothing choices of a certain boy in orange, something stuck out to me.

Other than the winter gear which serves a purpose, and the basic default hoodie for most outside shenanigans, Mikey’s clothing choices are…unique compared to his brothers.

Let’s take his choice of swimwear, for instance.

While his brothers go for more traditional beach attire, what is Mikey wearing?

He’s wearing a one-piece bathing suit from the 1920’s. 😂

Of which, nowadays, is sold as a costume.

Likewise, when the boys need to infiltrate April’s school, Raph and Leo dress accordingly.

But what does Mikey wear?

Now I could be wrong, but I believe that Mikey’s fit is a reference to the movie, “Redline,” complete with an outrageous pompadour.

There are not many other instances of Mikey wearing clothes, but here are a few honorable mentions:

The most clothes Mikey does wear is obviously in “Clothes Don’t Make The Turtle.” Yet, his reception to the situation is different than that of his brothers.

My final thoughts:

This is the most normal outfit that Mikey owns.

It’s a simple sweater, pair of jeans, and glasses. This is a fit that anyone else would wear while out and about.

But for him to wear this particular look, a certain stipulation must be met.

He has to be “Doctor Feelings.”

Given all of the evidence, I’ve come to a conclusion.

I believe that Mikey doesn’t see clothes as a way to be himself. Michelangelo, instead, sees clothes as simply…Cosplay.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

gamers

words: 800

warnings: vague descriptions of video game violence and gore, established relationship

“is it scary? i don't wanna play if it's scary.” you pout as rafe places the controller into your hand.

“ill protect you, promise.” rafe says, reaching over to flick the lamp on the side table on, that way more than just the light from the tv is illuminating the room.

“fine, but you can't get mad at me if i get your character killed.” you watch as rafe navigates the game easily, opening it up to the character customization screen, just doing default settings for himself.

“oh my god, im gonna make my girl look so cute!” you gush, taking your time to carefully choose her hair and outfit, even though none of the options are stylish, you create the best look you can out of the post apocalyptic clothing choices.

rafe doesn't care that he has to sit and wait for you to perfect your character, not when he finally got you to agree to play with him.

“okay, done.” you nod as you choose a pair of pink sneakers, practical but still cute. “so what's this game all about? just running from zombies?”

“basically.” rafe says with a light chuckle. “we gotta get to the safe house for this round. just follow me, gonna pick up some weapons.”

you pick up the hang of the controls easily, concentrating on the tv as rafe drops a knife and gun for character to use to protect yourself just in case.

“this isn't so bad.” you hum, pausing to admire the scenery in the background of the game, mountain peaks poking up into the sky. “where are all the zombies?”

“they give you a few minutes to get weapons before the storms start.” rafe says, eyes scanning the screen as you head into a building, rafe knows there's med packs in there that he will need when he sustains damage keeping your character safe.

“storms? that sounds scary rafe.” you scooch so you’re closer to your boyfriend. “and it's getting dark.”

it's already dark outside your actual window, but you can tell that it's getting darker in the game as well, the sun setting as you follow rafe down the desolate street, crashed cars and trash strewn about just like if it was a real apocalypse.

“here they come!” rafe warns, clicking the buttons quickly as his character shoots at the zombies moving slowly towards you. your eyes widen upon seeing the gore, cringing and turning to hide your face in rafes shoulder once your character is hidden behind a stopped car.

“i don't like this rafey!” you whine once the gunfire stops, peeking up to see a literal pile of dead zombies. “it's scary.”

“i know, but i kept you safe, didn't i? we are almost done with the first level, just gotta get to the safe house then we can take a break, okay?” rafe offers, keeping his eyes on the screen but turning his head to press a kiss to your cheek.

“fine.” you groan. you like playing games with rafe, but your preference is him watching you dress your sims or decorate their houses after using a cheat to get them more money, only wanting your sims to have the best furniture.

you navigate your character to follow him down the sidewalk, occasionally stopping to kill the zombies. you even manage to shoot a couple.

“wait, baby, be careful.” rafe warns. “dont go that way.”

but his warning comes too late as a zombie jumps out of a dumpster that you’re standing directly next to, making you scream as it takes up your entire screen, not just attacking your character but also jumpscaring you.

“i got you, hold on.” rafe is pressing the sprint button as hard as he can, as if that can somehow make his character get to you faster. rafe manages to kill the zombie before it has the chance to bite you.

your chest is heaving up and down like you were the one to get attacked. “come on, the safe house is just around the corner.” rafe wraps an arm around your shoulder, using one hand on the controller until you’re both behind the barbed wire fence, the game switching to a cutscene. 

“i hate this.” you look to rafe with a pout on your face. “can we play stardew valley instead? please?”

rafe sighs. he should have known better than having you play with him. you are extremely adverse to any sort of shooting game. “yeah, sure.” rafe saves his progress, just in case he can convince you to play with him again before switching to stardew valley and handing you the main controller.

“yesss, thank you.” you smile, pressing a kiss to rafes cheek as your character wakes up. “you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

“you just say that because you need me to go into the mines for you.” rafe says with a laugh.

“well, its scary!”

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[umemiyan]

𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙈 / 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙐𝙈. — 𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖳 𝖨𝖨

𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘖𝘜𝘚 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 ･ 𝘕𝘌𝘟𝘛 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 ･ 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ･ 𝘛𝘈𝘎𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ sfw, but minors dni (nsfw future chapters likely) / an interpretation of "came back wrong" gojo (he's not necessarily wrong, just different) / yandere!gojo vibes / disabled-coded gojo with reader acting as caretaker; it's essentially a learning curve for everybody involved / some dubcon physical affection moments, but nothing serious / 3.4k words

well... we have made it to a second chapter!! this overall idea just really resonated with me, and after learning how it affected others as well, i just knew i had to do my best to keep it going. this is the first ever "part 2" of anything i've ever written, so i beg for just a shred of mercy! i'm trying my best, and thank you to everyone who has said kind things about this story so far. i hope you enjoy <3

The winter air is brisk and a little volatile, but you feel blessed to have it whirl past your skin—even more blessed to watch Satoru’s flesh prickle at the sensation. Alive.

You had done your best to rummage through the expanse of his closet to find a suitable coat for him to wear—one that would cut the chill of an afternoon breeze when it inevitably brushed across his body. January could be unforgiving at times—the harshest of winter moths. You wondered how cold death must’ve felt.

“Satoru, where are your shoes?” You inquired, voice muffled in his closet as you sifted through garments, multitasking in an attempt to compose an outfit for him.

He sat at the edge of his bed, eyes fixed on your movements as they often were, mind turning at your question for a moment. He stood then, paced towards the shoe rack that stood outside the closet door, and reached gently for one of your busied hands. Satoru points your fingers towards the collection of shoes.

You paused your movements, eyes curious as they followed his guidance before landing upon their intended target. “Oh, that’s right,” you said with a small shake of your head, bearing a self-defeating smile and feeling rather silly for your oversight. 

It was a challenge to become acquainted with someone else’s home amidst everything else, responsibilities stacking upon responsibilities. However, Satoru continued to prove that he could recall more than you initially thought, that he could act as your guiding light when called upon. A little ironic, you think. A little pathetic, too? No, you are human, after all. Just as he is.

He smiled in return. You swore there was even a hint of a familiar light-hearted, teasing glimmer in his eye, unless you were seeing things.

(You weren’t.)

For once, you are grateful for the rather serene nature of the school’s grounds as you stroll across them side-by-side with him, much like in days from a not-so-distant past. The remaining fallen leaves from the trees dressing the mountains rustle with the wind, colored by the touch of death but still beautiful all the same, just like something else you know.

“We can always go back if it gets too cold,” you say as a reminder to Satoru of his agency, his home on campus easy to circle back to should you take the notion. You fear he might choose to freeze himself into another early grave if that’s what you wished, and you can’t fathom the idea of making him suffer simply because he thinks it pleases you to do so. Your happiness is somehow his, and although this is a new quality you have yet to decipher, there’s still something about it that strikes you as indulgent and rather characteristic of a gluttonous Satoru Gojo.

He doesn’t respond, gaze flitting across his surroundings as he walks, nerve endings and six eyes absorbing a litany of information. A silent Satoru used to be a rare occurrence but is now the default, the air somehow punctured by the lack of his voice riding along it. However, his presence is still stark, his being brimming with energy as if to make up for the words he can no longer speak. 

Unbeknownst to you, he communicates with you not only with his physical body, but with his feelings, too—waves of energy that he projects outward on instinct, hoping you’ll have the means to grasp what he is trying to say even if he isn’t always sure what it is. It has been rather unsynchronized and sloppy thus far, but with each day that passes, your ability to hear him grows.

You can hear him now even with the only sounds being the breeze rushing in your ears and leaves crunching beneath the soles of shoes. There is something somber about him, more than usual, mixed with that same sense of being lost in a world that feels brand new. 

All of it is familiar to Satoru on a physical level—the paths, the buildings, the foliage—but what prickles his mind is attempting to piece together the myriad of strange feelings that arise as he is faced with more and more reminders of a past that he can’t fully recall. 

It’s as though the memories are trying to surface but can’t quite fuse into something tangible, something concrete, like when you feel a word forming just at the tip of your tongue but it never arrives. He can sense them deeply in his body, almost experience a brief image flashing like lightning through his mind before it disappears. Satoru’s frustration is palpable, and he reaches for your hand.

Icy-cold fingers nipped by winter intertwine with yours, tethering him in place as his fractured mind aches with the burden of obscurity. His physical affection is new to you, but you allow it—welcome it, even. As much as the earnest displays contrast with his previous tiptoeing around connection, it is yet another thing you can’t bear to turn down, not after everything that’s happened. 

You hope it isn’t simply guilt of all things compelling you to accommodate him, but wouldn’t it be equally bad to do it for selfish reasons? Could one misconstrue it as taking advantage, of feeding off his need to satisfy some part of you that had always wanted him?

The various implications make your head swim with conflict, so you force yourself to shut them down for the time being. Satoru is only holding your hand, nothing more, at least for the moment. There had of course been instances of his lips pecking against your own, wandering down to your neck, his hand settling on your waist as if to draw you closer… but you’d always managed to divert his attention in one way or another, severing the connection before either of you could become too engrossed in it. He never seemed overly perturbed to shift direction, but you couldn’t help but wonder just how long his patience might last, and if you’d be able to figure out what you even were to him before then.

Needless to say, nothing could have ever prepared you for something like this. What drives you forward more than anything is your contentment with the fact that he’s here walking the earth with you, as whole as he can be after having been stolen from the arms of death. And despite the abundance of challenges, part of you can’t help but feel special for being chosen to face them.

When your feet bring you near the school’s entrance, gates opening way for a path down the mountain, Satoru stops dead in his tracks, alert like an animal that’s suddenly caught a scent. His grip on your hand tightens, heart plummeting into his stomach as something takes hold of him, something he likely couldn’t put into words even if he had the ability to speak.

You turn to check over him with your gaze, concern etched upon your features at the immediate change of pace. “Satoru…?” you call softly, yearning for a chance to be able to peek into his mind. All you can do is feel the chill of his demeanor.

His name drifting upon your voice earns a split second of his attention, but he is, for once, captivated by something else.

Pierced gut. Blocked throat. Summer sun and the sounds of buzzing.

It’s a memory that lives in his body but not his conscious mind, an instinct telling him to heed the surroundings for a threat that once was. He relives it with a rapid heartbeat, knows it bears importance, but he can only recall shreds of information that don’t merge together to form a full picture. He simmers in mounting frustration.

Black hair. Sharp eyes. Boiling blood—the brink of death.

Satoru turns on a dime and faces a figure in the distance, on guard and brimming with a sort of defensiveness you’d never quite seen before, at least not coming from him. Muscles rigid, he squeezes your upper arm as if to warn you, to keep you close, his extraordinary senses absorbing information quicker than you can even pivot to see what it is he’s looking at.

From around the corner of a building emerges Megumi, clad in warm clothes and a mellow disposition. His distinctly unruly hair makes it easy to identify him even from where he appears down the path, hands in his pockets as he strolls towards you upon recognition. 

Satoru’s mind runs through calculations as the young student approaches, attempting to distinguish and fill gaps and create something he can take hold of as a semblance of fact.

Black hair. Sharp eyes. Something… different? 

Megumi’s cursed energy burns in a recognizable way, striking Satoru as peculiar as he instinctively studies it with the six eyes. But it makes sense to him—it’s familiar, even if he struggles to trust it in full. This is someone he hasn’t met since his awakening, but someone his eyes have certainly seen before.

You can sense the fear radiating off Satoru’s being and into yours, the presence of someone other than you agitating his already troubled state. You must act.

“Look, it’s Megumi,” you say softly with an encouraging smile, encasing his hand with your palm and hoping that your pleasant reaction takes the edge off. Satoru is reluctant to avert his gaze, but does so anyway, blue darting in your direction to witness the happiness written in your features. You appear to trust this person, and he trusts you, so despite the pounding in his chest, the sorcerer relaxes his grip.

You guide Satoru to take a few steps forward with you to meet Megumi as he draws nearer, a tired but welcoming smile turning your lips upward to greet him. It’s nice to see the boy alive and well in the aftermath of his own debacle—or at least as well as someone could possibly be. You wish there had been something more you could’ve done to help him recover, but it was known to many that you happened to have your hands full at the moment. Hopefully he will understand.

“Hey,” Megumi utters quietly, eyes scanning over your face and then his teacher’s, trying to briefly assess your individual states.

“Hi, Megumi,” you respond, appraising him yourself. He seems to be all in one piece, which you had been informed of, but had yet to see yourself. It’s nice to have visual confirmation. “How are you?”

“Fine,” he replies quickly, flatly, minimizing himself as usual. His voice is more sincere when inquiring about your wellbeing. “And you?”

You grin, finding a way to sum up your experience without overwhelming him. “Hanging in there,” you muse with a breathy chuckle. There’s no use in worrying him with all the details of Gojo’s current condition and how it has subsequently flipped your world upside down, but Megumi is shrewd, and you’re sure he can come to some sort of conclusion, especially when briefed by the others who have eyes on the situation.

Megumi awkwardly rubs at the back of his neck, skirting around vulnerability and concern as his next question arises. “Gojo-sensei… how are you doing?”

Satoru has been silent all the while, of course, but sorting through every detail while you and his former student exchange pleasantries. Neurons fire, rewiring frazzled connections, giving him a glimpse at how this boy is not the same as the one he bears a resemblance to.

Megumi isn’t sure what sort of response to expect; in fact, he feels silly for expecting one at all, posing a question that he’s fairly certain can’t be answered directly. But how else was he meant to conduct himself in such an interaction, to show that he cares? To speak as if Gojo weren’t even there would feel like even more of an insult.

You’re caught in the middle, watching Satoru’s face and seeing the gears turning in his head. “I think we’re all just… learning how to adjust to things, y’know?” you reply with a rather vacant smile, turning back to Megumi who understands your subtext with ease. Rather than speak for Satoru, you’ve made a blanket statement to provide just the slightest bit of feedback, and Megumi is well aware.

The student nods his head with a short hum of acknowledgment, doing his best to see his mentor in this new light—one he never thought would be possible, not when it came to someone who had always claimed to be so strong. But at least there is a light at all.

The wind tosses leaves around between the three of you, filling the silence with its quiet whispers. You wish there was more to be said. You wish you had a solid grasp of how well Satoru really was doing.

“I think Ieiri said she wanted to see you soon,” Megumi states, acting as a courier, trying to fill the space with words.

You nod. “Yeah, we’ve been in touch. We’re actually meant to meet up with her tomorrow.” 

Shoko, while expectedly rather removed, had been one of your primary contacts and supports thus far, apart from Ijichi who shouldered the burden of several essential tasks you hadn’t been able to complete on your own. You felt guilty for sending him out for groceries and back to your apartment for extra sets of clothes, but how else would you manage to make it by? Leaving Satoru alone or in the care of someone else wasn’t currently an option, and taking him outside the school grounds didn’t sound like an optimal idea either at the present moment. So you had to make do in the meantime, and you were truly grateful for the help, but you couldn’t help but hope that things would eventually fall into place. Maybe Shoko would have answers.

“That’s good,” Megumi replies with a sparkle of hope in his tone, then reluctantly adds, “and, uh… just let me know if I can do anything to help, okay?”

You respond to his gesture with a warm smile. “Thank you, Megumi. That’s very kind.” You don’t have immediate plans for taking the young man up on his offer, but you appreciate the sentiment regardless. He deserves to rest and seek peace, not fight any more battles for the sake of others.

A twinge of pink colors the apples of Megumi’s cheeks, and he recedes into the scarf wrapped around his neck, unused to accepting grace from others without feeling inclined to quarrel about it. He is at a loss for words, somewhat eager to make his escape before the vulnerability has the chance to further consume his dignity. You take that as something of a cue.

“Well, we—” you start, preparing to make a closing statement and depart, before being interrupted by a sudden movement to your left—Satoru, breaking free from his fixed state to perform a familiar gesture.

As if finally making a connection, he grins and mimics the Ten Shadows hand configuration for summoning the Divine Dogs, clapping his palms together and examining Megumi’s reaction with ardor. The student is startled out of his mild embarrassment, somewhat baffled by the sudden communication attempt and the implication that his mentor perhaps actually remembers who he is. It’s a pleasant surprise to you both, and a moment or two is required for it to sink in.

Your face lights up with glee, heart warmed by the simple action in a way that’s difficult to express. Megumi appears to be in a similar boat—taken aback, but ultimately stricken with joy.

A modest smile creeps upon Megumi’s lips as he softly mirrors the motion with his own hands, acknowledging Gojo’s revelation. “Yeah…” he says, voice faint but pleased. “Divine Dogs.”

Every brief glimpse into Satoru’s thoughts feels like a blessing, and this is certainly no exception. It’s refreshing to watch him have a moment of sincere connection with someone other than yourself, and it leaves you glowing with hope for the future as you bid Megumi farewell and make your way back home.

“Head back, Satoru.”

Water splashes into the bathtub as Satoru cranes his neck to peer up at the ceiling as per your request, a cup full of liquid streaming over his hair and carrying shampoo suds along with it.

After returning from your walk, you’d prepared something for dinner and eventually urged Satoru into the tub for a bath before bed—yet another activity that seemed to get a little easier every time you did it.

Figuring out how to get him to bathe had initially been quite the challenge, but you had managed to devise a method that had gotten the job done quite well thus far. He might’ve looked rather awkward sitting cramped in the shallow bath with a pair of swimming trunks on while you rinsed him with an old plastic cup you’d excavated from a cabinet, but it was the most effective way to get him clean and preserve both your dignities while doing it. Though you were the only one who seemed to be concerned with such things.

Satoru blinks when a few soapy droplets backslide into one of his eyes, causing him to squint, scrunch, and rub it with his fingers until the uncomfortable sensation eases. He looks at you, almost as if to say, “Hey! That burns!”

You chuckle and shake your head with a playful roll of your eyes. “That’s why you’re supposed to close your eyes, goober.”

He wants to submerge in a pout, but your playfulness rids him of the inclination. Satoru instead shifts his focus to the beauty of your frame perched upon the edge of the tub, a beacon of divinity as you cleanse him with care and devotion. He takes the notion to express an inkling of gratitude by leaning forward and placing a kiss against your lips, lukewarm water rippling around him as it gradually cools.

You’re somewhat stiff and unresponsive, the sudden gesture catching you by surprise as it usually does, but you don’t chastise him for it; in fact, it takes a certain level of concentration for you to avoid letting your thoughts linger on his current state: hair slicked back; flesh exposed and glistening with droplets of water; lips warm, wet, and eager for reciprocation…

Your mouth receives his but does not encourage him for more than a split second, pulling back gently from his advance until you can see Satoru shiver as the water chills his body. His eyes are glued to your face, waiting for a reaction as you prepare to make one more pass over his hair with the cup to see that he is fully rinsed, this time using your hand to shield his eyes from any backflow (and from your expression, which is surely indicative of your now rapid heartbeat).

The action is enough to distract him for the moment, but Satoru is still on edge, teeming with infatuation and need. He is unsatisfied with your response—or lack thereof—and is frustrated with his inability to express it, but your hands carefully wiping drops of water from his face act as a temporary soothing agent.

“Alright, let’s get dried off and ready for bed,” you say, standing to fetch his towel from the rack and bring it back to him before reaching down to trigger the tub to drain. “We’re going to talk to Shoko tomorrow.”

Satoru is less concerned with the meaning of your words than he is with how lovely you sound while saying them. He is once again caught in your spell, entranced by the need to be closer but settling for the scraps that you give him—for now.

You aren’t convinced of his comprehension of what you say, but nevertheless, you use the sweetened tone to deflect from the overwhelm of watching him stand and observe your every move as you help to dry his chiseled body. Satoru is tall and looming, scarred in the midriff, but compliant with your ministrations; however, his easygoing nature doesn’t keep your hands from wanting to shake against the towel that repeatedly caresses his physical beauty. You wish you could torch every thought in your mind, switch your brain off to preserve the strength and sanity that remains. 

You aren’t sure how long you’ll be able to remain steadfast and maintain this cycle of “temporaries” until something eventually changes. And what if it never does?

You suppose the only thing you can do for now is try your best and wait and see what the future holds. It certainly can’t be any worse than what you’ve already been through, especially now that Satoru is by your side once more. That is something you’ve realized you wouldn’t trade for anything.

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

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friend1 masks, manis and movies 💆‍♂️🕺 ↳ yourusername 💃💅🏽

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albaps9 fuck you, why do you keep stealing my sunnies? 😤 ↳ yourusername hahahaha ↳ albaps9 no it's not fucking funny anymore yn 😫

marisabel_rguez Vroom vroom 😎 ↳ yourusername im in me mums car ↳ marisabel_rguez Que??? ↳ bff1 what did i say? grandma! who tf still quotes vines these days? ↳ yourusername cool people

alexiaputellas Two arms around Misa next time, por favor. Don't want a repeat of you falling off a bike again 😆 liked by marisabel_rguez

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albaps9 wait, did i push out a baby im unaware of?? ↳ yourusername god you're so dramatic

bff2 The most beautiful and healthy little baby boy 💘

bff1 already waiting for the day he'll get to watch paw patrol with his paw-nties 🐶

alexiaputellas Congratulations, @/bff3 ❤️

username1 Oh dear god, for a second I thought this baby was hers before I read the caption 😅 ↳ username2 OMG ME TOO. i was like... but how-when-where?! ↳ username3 can you imagine though??? misa and yn as mommies? 😱 ↳ username4 i kind of can't, not for a while at least 😂

marisabel_rguez Adorable ☺️😍

bff3 He took to you so easily, and you to him. He's lucky to have you all in his life. I can't be happier that he'll get to have you to look up to 🥺

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albaps9 was misa stuck singing kid songs again while babysitting? 🤣 ↳ marisabel_rguez How do you know about that? ↳ yourusername 😳😛 ↳ albaps9 also, i can't believe our cousin lets you babysit over ME, i literally WORK with children?!? ↳ yourusername he's just letting us practice <3 ↳ marisabel_rguez Wait what?? 😅 ↳ albaps9 👀 ↳ alexiaputellas 🤨 ↳ yourusername to watch the little angel @/bff3 has blessed us with! ↳ albaps9 ok, gotcha!!!! ↳ marisabel_rguez 🙂 ↳ bff3 😘

sofie.svava 😍

ingridengen We miss you two 😙

yourusername i love you ↳ marisabel_rguez 😘

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albaps9 that's just her default mood. give her some snacks or bring her her gf and she'll be fine

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marisabel_rguez Eiffel for you 🤩 ↳ yourusername holy crepe, i am in-seine-ly in love with you!! ↳ marisabel_rguez I louvre you too! ↳ yourusername i never want toulouse you ↳ marisabel_rguez ❤️ ↳ alexiaputellas You're perfect for each other 😐😂 liked by yourusername, marisabel_rguez and 56 others

bff2 Crossaints as big as my head!! 🥐☕️ ↳ bff1 so that's the size of a small country then? ↳ bff2 Fuck off 😂

bff3 Stay safe and have fun! Kisses from the three of us. And I want a debrief with all your photos after you get home! 😘 liked by yourusername

albaps9 the lara croft glasses make their return

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14:31 Misa 🤍 Hey, gorgeous. How's your day going?

15:56 you love!! it's been really sweet. we had brunch at the classiest cafe and did some shopping. went to an art gallery too. strolling the streets a bit now and going to the moulin rouge tonight! 💃

16:03 Misa 🤍 I can't wait to see all the photos! Watch out for pickpockets!!

16:04 you seeing as i wear my heart on my sleeve and all, that's great advice. thanks, chula

16:04 Misa 🤍 😊😘

16:56 you and i'm thinking of you. always. good luck with your match tonight. i'll try and catch some of it through stream when we're back in the hotel room. i love you.

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alexiaputellas Double trouble ❤️

bff3 I'm so jealous right now!! Can hardly get a night out nowadays hahaha. ↳ bff1 well you decided to pop out a baby, you have to live with those consequences now 🤪 ↳ yourusername baaabe!!! 😔let me know if you ever need us to look after your little boy. misa and i would be glad to. ↳ bff3 Definitely going to take you up on that offer once he's a little older! ↳ bff2 As soon as we can, we should schedule a trip with the four of us again! ↳ bff1 YES PLEASE ↳ yourusername i'm down <3 ↳ bff3 Sounds amazing 😘

marisabel_rguez Ladies!! ☺️ liked by yourusername and bff2

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10:03 Misa Hey Alba, are you free and up for lunch today? 😁

10:45 Alba Putellas flattered, but yn really is the only perfect putellas for you

10:53 Misa Shut up 😂

10:53 Misa It just feels like we haven’t done anything together in a while.

10:54 Alba Putellas tempting… what’s really behind this tho? you can't fool me 🧐

10:54 Misa Nothing, just want to chat and catch up.

10:55 Alba Putellas hmm sure... will you pay?

10:59 Misa Fine

11:12 Alba Putellas time and place and i'll be there! 😚

Delivered

13:04 Misa Maybe don't tell YN I'm in Barcelona to pick her up from the trainstation. I want to surprise her. Her friend's already in on it.

Seen

13:14 Misa Alba, don't tell me you've already told her 😅

13:18 Alba Putellas SORRY. how was i supposed to know to keep it a secret when you texted me earlier?????

13:26 Misa No worries, it's okay. I'll see you in a bit! I'm stopping by the florist first.

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friend seconds before the real fun started!

friend Night's a complete mess already and it has barely even begun🤣

friend Bold of you to post a pic already when I'm sure we'll make plenty better photos during the rest of the night ↳ yourusername this is her 'before the damage' photo ↳ bff2 Caught!! 🙈

friend hey i'm not even there yet!! don't let the fun start already 😭

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23:56 albaquerque 🌼 is that who i think it is in your friend's story?

00:34 you you got that right! crazy huh?

00:38 albaquerque 🌼 yn fucking idiot?? you don't put your ex gf on your lap and then pose for a picture, puta madre

00:38 you 😟

00:39 you jesus alba. chill. i'm at a university reunion. someone from our mutual friend group set it up. it's not like i texted her to meet up. we scooted our chairs together for the photo, that's all. she wasn't on my lap.

00:39 you and you know our breakup was chill. she's cool. it's been a couple of years. it was actually really sweet to catch up again after all this time, see how our lives changed and how much we've grown. it was sweet! we had so much to talk about 😭

00:39 albaquerque 🌼 that's exactly why it was such a bad idea omfg do you hear yourself? you're such a bimbo sometimes

00:46 you alba, we're both mature women and respect and understand that we were a part of each other's lives and past but that's that. there's nothing there. we parted as friends and we're still friends now. that's all. reuniting with her won't resurface my feelings. all that there is, is platonic now. i care for her in the sense that i want her to do well in life, but not with me by her side.

00:46 you but i can see why you'd think it's a little tasteless, but we only did that silly picture. we sat around a table with all the others the rest of the night. i told her about misa!! then the guys heard she was a footballer and we talked more about how we got together and such. everyone thought it was the sweetest story. frankly, i don't think i stopped bringing her up whenever i could 😭

00:46 you but wait ew why am i even defending myself to you

00:46 albaquerque 🌼 with all due respect, she was your first love, your first everything. and i know that things didn't work out, but i know you've always kept a soft spot for her because of that. you haven't talked since uni and now you're close again? i just don't want you to make a mistake.

00:51 you you're trying to find drama that isn't there, alba. she is a friend. and she's an ex for a reason.

00:53 albaquerque 🌼 who you used to kiss and fuck like you were energiser bunnies. that's a line you can't uncross. you're not being very respectful to your girlfriend. you can't mix those worlds with a clear conscience. imagine how misa will feel?

00:55 you oh so you consider me completely unable to be a mature woman and think i can't have a normal conversation without jumping into a woman's pants?

00:55 you and you're so disgusting, why did you have to say that. that made me really uncomfortable.

00:55 albaquerque 🌼 truth hurts

1:02 you why are you even lecturing me and why am i even listening to you out of all people?? i don't care what kind of shit date you had tonight but you don't go and lash that out on me.

1:04 albaquerque 🌼 because i know what i'm talking about when it comes to that. i made mistakes so i could learn and tell you what not to do. that's what older sisters are for.

1:07 you yeah, they're to look up to, not to pull you down

1:07 albaquerque 🌼 yn listen, where are you now? how much did you drink? do i need to pick you guys up?

1:07 you you didn't have to say it like that

1:07 you clearly not enough bc the headache i have rn is bc of you and not bc of the booze

1:07 albaquerque 🌼 where are you. drop your location

1:12 you fucking hell, go and annoy someone else.

1:12 albaquerque 🌼 i just don't want you ruining this good thing you finally have

1:23 you why do you think i ever would? do you really trust me so little? do you really think i would throw away what i have with misa, something i have waited for my entire life, something i've dedicated love and passion and dedication and energy to for almost two years? do you really think i would hurt my partner? the woman i want to propose to? you putting the thought in my head of her not being in my life makes me even more sure i want to stay by her side forever. do you really think that i would put her heart and her happiness on the line for an ex with whom i was never this in love with as i am with misa? do you really think i could hurt my favourite person like that?

1:23 albaquerque 🌼 goddamn yn, you're taking this out of proportion. i didn't mean it all like that.

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1:23 you no, my reaction is fair, and i think you meant it exactly that way. and you know what? don't even reply to what i asked. i'm afraid of the answer, seeing you also don't trust me having an ex around. if you wanted me to have an as shitty night as you, then you have succeeded, thank you very much

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1:24 you and you had no reason to attack me like that over a photo. you should know me better than what you're implying i was up to. and it really fucking hurts that you think i would do such a thing. i fucking love misa and you should know that. and you obviously doubting if i do, is making me feel really anxious if misa really knows how much i love her.

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1:24 you stop typing. fucking fuck off, alba. and don't text me. i'm really mad at you right now. leave me alone.

1:24 you and don't even try and contact me through mama or ale. or misa. or any of my friends.

1:25 albaquerque 🌼 ❗️Not delivered - yn i'm sorry, of course i trust you. i panicked. i shouldn't have said the things i did. sorry sorry i regret it. can we talk about it? i know you are in love with her. she's your entire world and you are hers, i can see that, don't worry. i never doubted that. but i panicked that maybe your ex would still be interested and would say just the right thing or bring up a memory and would put seeds of doubt in your mind or tempt you. i shouldn't have thought so. that was very low of me. and i know you would never do such a thing. im sorry.

1:25 albaquerque 🌼 ❗️Not delivered - where are you rn tho? im worried. but sorry again. im so sorry laelia. i just panicked, like i said, i don't want you to ruin what you have and also because misa-

1:25 albaquerque 🌼 ❗️Not delivered - oh great, of fucking course you blocked me.

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2:01 Alexia Hey, what's happened? I'm rooming with Misa at camp and YN called her in absolute tears. It's the middle of the night??

2:09 Alba fuck, okay, well i really didn't mean it the way i did but i guess i was a little too harsh about it??

2:09 Alexia About what?

2:09 Alexia And a little? You don't say. I couldn't even understand a word she said 🤨

2:09 Alexia I want you to tell me everything. And you have to do damage control the second you wake up tomorrow.

2:09 Alba yeah and i will, tho im not sure i'll be able to catch a wink of sleep now. but we also might have another problem

2:09 Alexia And you didn't think the one you created was enough? What is it?

2:11 Alba i don't know how serious she was about it or if it was a spur-of-the-moment thing, and how short or long term her plans are, but the idea of proposing to misa is there...

2:11 Alexia Oh! Oh, wow.

2:12 Alba yeah oh

2:12 Alexia I thought we had to worry if she was ready, not worry that she was this ready.

2:12 Alba what should we do?

2:12 Alexia Change her mind, obviously.

2:14 Alba are you insane??!??!?

2:14 Alexia No, of course not, idiota!

2:14 Alba well woohoo, fucking forgive me but sarcasm doesn't hit the same way through text, alexia!!

2:14 Alba but what are we to do??

2:14 Alexia We'll come up with something.

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2:19 Misa Hey, Alba. I know what happened. YN called me. The intention behind wanting to protect our relationship was really sweet, but in doing so, you really hurt her, and by extension, me. I know what you meant and that you had only good intentions, but I trust her. She is an independent lady who can go out and have fun with friends and I'm absolutely not worried about her loyalty, because I can feel how much we love one another and how devoted she is to me. She told me there was a high chance that her ex would be there, and we talked about it. There was never an ounce of doubt in my mind that she would even think of either physically or mentally cheating on me. So what I'm trying to say is, don't worry about it. And don't doubt her. I don't either. She's mature and responsible and she's my person. YN is really upset thinking that you think so low of her, and worried that she was disrespectful towards me and is now actively overthinking even the most insignificant little things and interactions she's had in the time we've been together. She's worrying if she's told and shown me enough how much I love her. I know that behaviour of her will resurface now and then, it's her trauma response, but I'm really worried about it all because I can't calm her down through a phone the way I would want in real life, you know? Especially now that I'm out of the country. Once again, I know you meant well and it feels really sweet that you value our relationship and would fight for it and want it to last as much as we do. She probably doesn't want to talk to you right away, but can you please go and make it up soon? Just let her come to you first. She's staying with one of her friends now that she's in Barcelona, by the way. She's there now, she's safe.

2:45 Alba im sorry im sorry im sorry, i feel like a total ass and probleme starter and for what? ive read our chat back and i realise my mistake and my hostility to her messages. i was just panicking that all your effort would've been for nothing and that all she learned to overcome and the behaviours she grew out of with you and because of you, would be for nothing. i know you told me that she was growing quiet lately whenever you brought up the future and i know my sister. she's always had the worst coping mechanisms and it always starts with quietness and distance, so i was just afraid that she was chickening out of the commitment and that seeing her ex would be the perfect escape. i know i shouldn't have thought that about her. because that's the old her. the new her has you to hold on to in difficult times, and tonight has definitely proven that again. but the doubt and worry was a split second thought that i fed while i should've binned it the second it came up. but i've had a shitty night and seeing that photo just made it all worse. i shouldn't have taken it out on her. and i'm sorry for stepping on your toes. i just don't want you guys to ever break up. she's so happy with you. the past two years we've seen a version of her we've never seen. in a good way!! more bright and cheery and just carefree. and she can feel like that and let go of her troubles and stress because she's so loved, protected and cared for by you. once again, i'm so so sorry.

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friend just as fun and wild as the old days liked by yourusername

albaps9 glad you had a sweet night, ily yn. i really do ❤️

bff2 Uni gave me a massive debt but also you, so hey, that evens it all out! 😘 liked by yourusername

friend(ex) Don't you even worry about it, you'll age gracefully! friend(ex) But it was so fun to catch up again! Can't wait to support you in what life blesses you with next!! Wishing you and your loved ones all the best x friend(ex) And keep me updated on how it goes!! You got me all excited for you now!! 🤭🙈 liked by yourusername

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albaps9: i love you. i’m proud of the woman you’ve grown into. you saw the hurdles life put up for you and didn't back down, but tightened your ponytail and went off running to tackle them by yourself. i wish i were a little bit more like you (only a little, i can only handle so much annoyance jajaja 🧡). you're the only little sister i'll ever want and i can't wait to stick by your side to see how much more rewarding and beautiful life will get for you.

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a/n: have the sweetest day, my loves! 🌼

[artists-who-rarely-draws]

hi!!! what about laurance and/or garroth where the reader gets injured in a fight(whether it was because they took a hit for them or they failed to protect the reader)? how would they react? what would they do? thank you thank you! :D

☆°•Hunt down the good in me☆°•

Warnings : Gore, nothing horrific, but the reader gets wounded, and I tell you where and how bad lol. Accidentally focused more on the hurt than comfort. I'm so sorry lolol, you can totally feel free to request a follow-up for the recovery process if you want to focus more on that aspect lolol.

So it turns out this got kinda long- and if laurance is ANYWHERE near this length, then it's probably best to split them lmfaoo. But! I hope you enjoy, I'm gonna set up the masterlist then get working on the next part!

Again hope you enjoy, I haven't written in a few years so sorry if it's a liiittle off I'm gonna write and write till I got it lol.

And with that said, requests are still open!! Ah!! Please feel free to send one :D

GN reader, that will just be my default unless otherwise specified. Reader is wearing a corset of some kind but, there are plenty of Masc and GN medival fantasy outfits featuring corsets I don't think it should be a problem.

Anywho! Enjoy my drabble!

Garroth:

You don't even realize it immediately, your mind went blank and you could hear nothing but your own heartbeat. Time slows as you take in the shock and horror on your companions blue eyes and his mouth open in a shout that vaugley appears like your name.

What led you here? Oh, yes, that's right, you and Garroth were on a supply run for Pheonix Drop. He had taken the heavier of the two crates without a word about it before you both headed back down the trail. You remember it was a goregous day... warm and sunny shining through to the forest floor through the thick roof of leaves.

You were teasing him. You can't remember what for anymore... you're falling over. You had been mid-turn to face him big cheeky smile just in time for a bolt to fly through your upper arm clearly whoever shot you wasn't expecting the turn with their aim, you were mid turning feet unsteady but the force of the bolt going through your arm, knocks you down fully.

Your senses rush back to you when your knee hit the ground, suddenly deeply, agonizingly aware of the hole in your arm as pain shoots down it. Searing fire permiating deep into the tissue and muscle of your arm. The crate falls to the ground next to you. A pained Gasp rips itself from your lungs, and the sound of the forest comes rushing over you like a wave.

Your on your knees crumpled over on yourself shoulder and forehead pressed to the path dirt, you feel clammy and cold, but your arm is so incredibly hot.

" Y/N! " Garroths voice rings out along with the twang of a bolt hitting his shield and the loud thunks of armored boots running towards you but you can hardly register it, your mouth is dry and your nerves are screaming. Garroth slides to a stop and drops to his knees besides you moving one hand to turn you off your side and onto your back.

"GAH! Ah ah-" Another searing wave of pain through your injuried arm as it touches the ground tearing the shout from you, all your muscles involuntarily tense, other hand shooting to the wound feeling boiling hot thick blood covering your hand, the metallic smell acrid and overwhelming almost making the back of your throat feel sticky.

*Thunk* as another bolt hits Garroths shield, and the sun is hidden from your view as it raises to protect you as he asses your damage, eyes wide and frantic.

"No no no, don't do that" he says reaching for your hand to remove it from the wound, he's trying to sound put together for your sake but his voice is trembling.

"Ow ow ow fuck-" you gasp out as your hand is removed, your wrist held gently with his one free hand. You're bleeding a lot, but not enough for him to be worried that it tore a major vessel but far far too much for him to feel comfortable leaving you to take care of the assailant before doing... something ANYTHING to slow it, but he will need both hands to tie a tourniquet but if he puts the shield down he opens you both up to fire.

*Thunk* He growls under his breath at the impact against his shield, looking back at the bolt that spins and lands to the ground, feeling a curse bubble in the back of his throat The Quarrel is straight and smooth with no other points. Good news for you means the puncture should be clean, but those are the heads most adept for piercing through steel as if it's leather. Under normal circumstances, he would gladly take the bolts anywhere to protect you, but your dominant arm is currently out of use, so he can't afford not to kill who is attacking you.

His thoughts rush through him, acting fast he uses one hand to rip his cape off, lay it under your arm, shushing you gently as you groan in pain. He knows he can only do a very very temporary fix, folding it in half over the puncture, grabbing the excess and twisting it *as if* it was a tourniquet as tightly as he possibly can with just fabric alone around his fist. You breathe in sharply through your teeth as your arm is a strange mix of burning and numb pausing only to adjust his shield to block bolts.

"I know, just a few more moments" he whispers finishing tightening the fabric then balling up the excess the pressing it down hard on the top of the wound, your legs jerk harshly as you bite back a scream at the pressure.

"Listen to me very closely Lord Y/N" he speaks again voice firm determination blazing in Garroths mind as he firmly enters 'Guard mode' pushing aside his personal dread at the moment, knowing it will prevent him from doing this with the upmost efficiency.

"Your to use your uninjured arm to hold this ball as *tight* as you physically can right where I have it until I return to treat you. It is absolutely *imperative* that you follow my instructions exactly. It is the only thing keeping you from bleeding out. Move your hand on top of mine so you can press down the moment I leave" he instructs very very firmly, similarly to when he gives orders to his fellow guards. So with shaking hand you move your clammy hand and place it on top of his over the bundle of fabric and you feel his fingers twitch, as his heart lurches nearly losing his composure, sliding his hand away turning and sprinting in the direction of the bolts terrifyingly instead of a white hot rage he feels.. *nothing* devoid of the feeling for the life he's about to take, he's past the point of the hottest anger that could be.

This man is going to die, that is a simple reality. And it will be by Garroths hand.

Such is the fate of anyone who dares cause harm to his lord, his love.

He returns not long after, sheathing his sword and tossing his shield to the side as he runs to your side blood splattered across his face and armour he drops to his knees quickly again with both hands free now to fully pay attention to you, murderous haze melts away as he devolves into frantic movements, that your to lightheaded to really process them. The arm is full of very vital heavy bleeding arteries .

He asses the situation, unwrapping his cape from your arm to determine the state of the wound, cursing his own shaking hands as he tries to focus on his medical training and not the fact that it's you below him, your blood coating his fingers, and face drained of color. He notices instead of gushing the blood was a light dribble which is both... good and bad, your defiantly in shock so your body has severely lowered blood flow to your extremities so, your chances of bleeding out has severely lowered. Shock was something he could treat out here with the help of potions which he knew one of these crates held, they were for the Village but that didn't matter to him now.

"Good, good you did so well m'lord" he whispers taking a discarded bolt to make a more proper tourniquet, putting it in the ball of his cloak and using it to tighten the fabric even further around the wound easily cutting off the blood flow and securing it tightly. Moving a hand to just very slightly raise your back off the ground, second one moving to loosen the laces of your corset to allow for easier air flow as your breathing was turning shallow. He pulls your crate over to be just by your legs, raising up your feet and placing them on top of the crate to improve the blood flow. Before looking down at your hazy eyes.

"Stay with me Y/N. Stay with me, you are going to be just fine, you *have* to be just fine. Think of Levin and Malachi what they would do without you, what *i* would do" his thumb brushes over your cheek leaning down for just a moment to press his forehead to yours, a weak whine escaping you in responce as he shoots up sprinting to the crate he had dropped when he saw the bolt enter your arm. He had heard a smashing sound when it hit the ground and now was PRAYING to any of the divine that would listen that even one of these bottles where in a decent condition, grabbing a bolt that had bounced off his shield once more, he shoves it into the top half way before pressing hard on it until the crack of the crate giving can be heard and he prys it the rest of the way with his bare hands.

Tearing through the contents of the barrel until he finds at the very bottom a second much smaller crate but the lid wasn't nailed onto this one. He pulls it off tossing it away to reveal mostly shattered glass and soaking wet padding, but dizzying relief fills him when he finds 2 bottles that survived; Quickly snatching away one of them and running back to you using his teeth to pull out the cork as he was making his way.

"Good, good, you're doing so good." He continues shakily "your going to be just fine. All you need is to drink this, and you will be just fine. That's all you need." He says quickly, almost as if he was speaking more to himself than you, taking your injured arm and placing it over his shoulder partially to elevate it, heart cracking at the hiss of pain, but mostly to put his arm under your back so he could prop you up to drink from the glass bottle. Whispering words of encouragement and praise as he rubs the skin of your back with a thumb through your blood soaked shirt.

The potion works quickly, veins and nerves rebinding, and skin knitting back together as the thick bitter liquid slides down your throat, gagging in the first moment as your body tries to reject any more negative sensory. But Garroths head against your head gently shushing and still whispering to you gives you enough clarity to keep drinking. Until the cold bottle is taken away. And you feel the rush of blood entering your arm as the cloth on your arm falls away. The physical injury wiped away.. but the brain is not so easily healed, still in shock.

Now that the immeadite danger is gone. All of the emotions Garroth was hiding away to prioritize his duty slams into him like a blow to the gut, trembling sorrow, guilt, relief, and fear running through him as he harshly blinks away the tears burning his eyes. You can't see him cry like this not now. He needs to get you home.

"Hold onto me as tightly as you can" he mummers hating the trembling in his tone as he reaches down gathering you in his arms, one hand pressing your head the the juncture between his neck and shoulder, the other underneath your bottom, moving your legs to hook over his hips. Squeezing you rightly to himself for a moment once he has you situated, one arm may still need time to move bit you cling to him with the other his warmth and the familiar smell of Rosewood that clung to him still under the metallic tang of blood. He inhales deeply through his nose before giving a heavy exhale from his mouth, holding you as closely to him as he possibly can.

He Abandons the crates, and scraps of his cape to start walking to Pheonix drop holding you to him. Keeping the hand holding you to his neck gentle but firm, so you can't see the tears slowly falling down his cheeks.

He had failed you, not only as your guard.. your HEAD guard, but as a lover. And he would never do it again. He carries you home, whispering his love and apologizing over and over and over the whole way.

[commsroom]

prefacing this by saying it's obviously just my opinion, but i've spent soo much time thinking about what makes an eiffel design look the Most Eiffel to me, personally, so here are some design notes:

dark, wavy/curly hair. unkempt. anywhere between just past his ears to about shoulder length. usually tied back in a low ponytail.

scruffy!! never, ever clean shaven. his facial hair is most prominent on his chin, and there's a visible break between the hair on his upper lip and the hair on his cheeks. stubble, short/patchy beard, or hair just on his chin all work well depending on style.

visible arm hair!! and any other body hair that's relevant. generally hairy guy. anything that makes him scruffier looking is important.

long features - long face, long limbs. lanky body type, but with a bit of weight in the gut. bad posture. talks with his hands. wide, open body language: tall-ish with fairly broad shoulders, but most of the space he takes up is in his limbs so he can kind of comically fold narrowly into himself when scared / being yelled at / etc.

(classic Doug Eiffel Arms Behind Head While Leaning Back and Floating pose is always a winner.)

expressive, to kind of an absurd degree. tired eyes. lopsided smile. his eyebrows do a lot of the work: i often see people instinctively draw eiffel with sheepish "─┘└─" shaped eyebrows and it's very real to me. constantly hamming it up even when he doesn't mean to. he has the presence of a class clown that never grew out of it.

prominent nose, kind of "square rounded" in shape with a wider tip <- same as zach valenti's. i wouldn't say he looks exactly like zach valenti to me, but definitely very close, with a difference more in style than features. italian-american by association...?

generic star wars logo tee as his default outfit, but other generic logo tees for things he likes, or "undershirt worn as shirt" also feel true. the key point is that it has to look like he bought it at walmart for less than ten dollars. will wear it until it disintegrates.

not really a guy who accessorizes either, unless wearing his headphones around his neck counts.

rarely wearing shoes. holes in every single one of his socks.

orange is my preferred flight suit color for how it visually suggests eiffel traded one prison for another. needless to say, maybe, he should never be wearing it properly. usually tied around his waist, but he pretty much never wears long sleeves - even if he has the sleeves on, they're always rolled way up.

[rizsu]

pretty you toji fushiguro.

sum. yet again another seventeen ref ( kpop ). you give toji a clothing haul & he spots his fav.

toji is not living the retired life right now. unlike his many thoughts and dreams, he's been running around chasing his bounty like dogs chase cats. with each bounty being priced at at least ninety thousand to one hundred thousand and more, he can afford to live lavishly and relax at a nice hotel each month. but no—toji simply banks his money and walks around with the same two-piece he's had since his mid-twenties.

currently, he's bordering on thirty-three. not old, not young, but a simple thirty-three; the age where he did not expect to be glued to the edge of the bed as he rates “sexy and cute!” outfits. it happened against his will, but who is toji to deny a haul from his woman? after waiting another ten minutes for the next reveal, he gathers up the numbered signs from one to ten for his ratings. he might be here forcefully, but he takes his girl very, very seriously (it was your idea).

watching you twirl and pose in your fit, toji's mind wanders. it'll be such a nasty lie if he denies that you look stunning. scrumptious, even. perhaps even tasteful, if you permit him. a cute outfit adorns your body, with accessories adding even more of a statement to it, and you can't forget the classic necklace you've been treasuring since last year! it's a gift from you to yourself, and you absolutely love it.

manspreading even further, he gestures for you to come over between his legs, one hand immediately resting on your hip, almost as if it were a default reaction. toji scans your outfit, molding the fat on your hip almost unconsciously. his other hands fiddle with the fabric, turning you slightly sideways. low vibrations of his hums escape, and he gives way to the satisfaction that swims in him every time he watches you, making it known verbally with a little “yeah, you look pretty.”

a cheeky smile lines itself on your lips, you perform another twirl and reply to him, “why, thank you!”

letting out a “mhm”, toji slithers one hand behind your lower back, pushing you forward to sit you down on his lap. content with your new position, he notices the scent that's lingering on you—a shea butter and coconut-scented body mist. having learned that it's your go-to mist, it soon became his favourite scent. something about it gravitates him to your neck—more specifically, the junction that connects your neck to your shoulder. following suit with his routine, he peppers you with kisses and lightly bites your neck, proudly collecting laughs from you.

“okay, i haven't finished my haul!” “i've seen enough.”

raising his head, he makes sure you see the pain that descends on him. he loves you lots but not that much. he's quite literally seen more than enough outfits for today. hell, he's seen more outfits than he owns. to his displeasure, he will be sitting through the rest. as of now, in your presence, his opinions hold zero weight. negative zero.

[milkibabe]

Omg I would kill for you to write Craig for your camping headcanons I love your writing sm 😭💗

This was my most requested headcanons yet! Hope I delivered for you guys <3

(Yes, ik its been a month im sorry i disappear sometimes)

𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰/ 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 & 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠

✢ summary: headcanons on going on a camping trip with your huge friend group plus your bf's Tweek and Craig

✢ gender: reader is implied to be female <3

✢ warnings: nsfw, mentions of drugs and alcohol

✢ a/n: characters are all 21+, Hey guys, I know it's not the family camping hc's ya'll are used to but I wanted to make it fun and include a huge friend group instead. Also this is a really long list of HCs that I've been working on for a while. So, sorry that it kind of ends on a cliffhanger. If you guys want more, I'm happy to add onto it or make a second parter in the future!!

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

𝐒𝐅𝐖

Originally Craig didn't want to go to the camping trip because he'd rather be at home, but when he heard how enthusiastic you were he decided to go anyways.

Tweek was nervous to go because he feared the outdoors, but decided to tough it out for you and Craig.

Craig packed very lightly, he doesn't own that many outfits anyways.

Tweek overpacked, his bag was filled to the brim with gear such as a crap ton of sunscreen, bug spray, bear spray, and other random things because 'what if".

You and Craig's crew rode in Tolkien's van to get to the camping grounds.

It was a three hour drive, so you spent it chatting with the boys on the way there.

Jimmy spent the drive cracking jokes in the passenger seat, making all of you groan from time to time.

Clyde was in the very back seat, squished by the cargo the van was holding.

You all exchanged ideas of how the camping trip will go, planning possible activities for everyone to participate in.

Craig fell asleep on you because he was bored by small talk.

Once you got to the campsite you met up with the other groups.

Of course, Wendy's group of girls were already there before you arrived.

"See Wendy, I told you there was no point in leaving early! Y/N and all of them just got here and Stan's no where to be seen!" Bebe complained.

You and Tweek got to unpacking Tolkien's van while Craig sleepily set up a spot for your guys' tent.

After an hour of setting up and unpacking, Stan's truck pulls up to the site.

"See this is why we shouldn't leave Cartman in charge of the directions! We got lost like eight times!" Kyle complained out loud as soon as they got out.

"Shut the fuck up Kyle! It's your fault, I was distracted by your shit fucking music taste! Blame Stan for giving you aux!" Cartman yelled back, slamming the truck door closed.

You and Clyde held back laughter from watching them fight, as well as watching Wendy scold Stan.

After another hour, everyone's stuff was set up as well as your makeshift kitchen/hangout area.

Your tent was labelled to fit up to five people, but it felt a little cramped from the air mattresses you put in there.

It didn't help that Craig was really tall and took up a lot of space.

Stan told everyone that he needed to stop by the nearest supermarket to pick up last minute snacks and buy more ice for the coolers.

Wendy by default was tagging along, but Tolkien as well as Craig wanted to go with.

You didn't want to be left out so you went along too.

Tweek stayed behind because he 'doesn't trust Stan's driving, neither his old ass truck'.

When you got to the supermarket you and Craig looked for your favorite snacks, while Tolkien and Stan bought several pounds of ice.

You and Craig came across pool floaties and decided to buy a few for Tweek, since you both knew he'd be anxious swimming in the lake.

On the drive back from the market Craig leaned on your head and whispered that he loves you.

He has his random moments of sappiness.

When you got back it was already dark, so Kenny started up the campfire so that you guys could cook dinner.

You and the girls pitched in to help cook, since you knew better than to trust the boys to cook.

You loaded two plates full of food for your boyfriends.

When you handed it to them they both lovingly smiled at you.

Even Craig, who normally holds a blank expression.

Tweek went on to compliment your cooking nonstop, while Craig just nodded while eating.

Eventually, Craig was tired of Tweek talking too much and hushed him by lifting his fork up to Tweek's mouth.

Tweek took it as a sign to just eat and smiles out of embarrassment.

After dinner you and Wendy's group chat and catch up on each others' lives and drama.

While you girls are off to the side chatting and gossiping, you look at your two lovers laughing and goofing around with the other boys on the other side of camp.

You smile and think about how your boyfriends are also enjoying themselves.

You head to bed with Tweek around midnight, since you were both tired as fuck.

Since Craig is a total night owl, he stayed up a little longer with Kenny, Kyle, and Clyde. (Stan wanted to join too but Wendy made him go to bed with her)

You could sort of make out what they were talking about since they were talking softly, trying not to disturb the others' sleep.

Oddly, they were talking about the meaning of life and some other philosophical shit.

You rolled your eyes, knowing they probably got into Kenny's stash of edibles after dinner.

You peacefully drift off to sleep on top of Tweek's softly breathing chest.

"We were so fucking lucky to meet Y/N." You hear Craig say before losing consciousness.

When you awake in the morning, Craig has you both wrapped in his arms.

You give the two boys a kiss on the forehead and get up to get ready for the day.

You help Wendy, Heidi, and Nicole start breakfast, since you guys planned to go swimming in the lake today everyone needed a big breakfast.

Bebe and Rebecca came back from the bathrooms after doing their 1000 step skincare routine to also 'pitch in'.

But really they just sat on their phones waiting for you guys to finish.

The guys start to slowly wake up, starting with Kyle and Butters.

The last to wake up was of course your sleepy boyfriends.

Tweek was practically dragging Craig out of the tent, Craig was definitely last to go to bed.

"Ack- Craig we gotta get up or we'll miss breakfast!" Tweek says frantically pulling Craig's arm.

"Calm down babe, Y/N will save us a plate" Craig says before yawning.

You were a little irritated that Craig just assumed you would enable his laziness.

You totally did save a plate for the two, though.

Tweek urged you to eat more since he's always worried about you.

Craig was still completely out of it, he ate his breakfast like a zombie.

Since Tweek goes nowhere without his parent's special coffee blend, he made a huge pot for everyone to share.

He gave a cup to Craig to hopefully revive him.

After everyone was full and recharged, Wendy told everyone to get ready to go to the lake.

You helped your boyfriends put on sunscreen, since Tweek burns easily and Craig wont put on any.

"Babe, I love you but I hate the way sunscreen feels on my skin." Craig said lazily putting his arms up for you.

"Well, you'll hate the feeling of skin cancer more!" You said rubbing it on his arms.

After helping Tweek apply sunscreen, Tweek offers to help you too.

You accept and let Tweek lovingly, albeit very messily apply the lotion to your skin.

When you get to the beach, you help the girls lay out chairs and towels to set up your guys' spot.

Craig helps blow up a bunch of floaties for everyone to use (mostly Tweek).

Craig tethers Tweek's floatie to the cooler that Tolkien brought so that there is no possible way Tweek will float away.

Tweek chills in his donut style floatie while everyone starts to get into the water.

You cling to Craig because that water is mfkin cold as shit.

Tweek floats over you to ask if you're okay.

Before you could respond, Cartman cannonballs into the lake splashing everyone in the process.

Wendy gets mad and starts to yell at him for getting her hair wet as well as Kyle just yelling at him because that's what he does best.

Cartman just splashes Kyle more and starts an all out water war.

No one is safe from the splashing.

At some point you get on Craig's shoulders and battle Bebe and Clyde in a chicken fight.

You and Craig of course win.

The entire time Jimmy, Butters, and Tweek were just floating and watching the whole thing go down from a safe distance.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

The trip started off very wholesome and sweet at the beginning, but soon turned really dirty for the three of you.

The two boys loved to fight over you and make everything into a competition.

When you were busy chatting with the girls, Tweek and Craig made a bet over who could make you cum the most during the trip.

Tweek took advantage of the time he had alone with you the first night you guys were there.

Since Craig was preoccupied on getting high with Kenny and chatting, Tweek made his first move on you.

Perhaps, Tweek was a genius mastermind and convinced Kenny to distract Craig for a few hours. (Kenny's a real bro and agreed to)

You were all comfy and getting ready to sleep with Tweek when he started to kiss your neck, making you giggle from the sensation.

The kisses started to turn from cute to playful, to light nibbles.

His nips at your flesh made you cover your mouth and moan quietly.

He lifted up from your neck and looked into your eyes, basically making sure you were okay with him going on.

You nodded and smiled a little from his precious worried expression.

He then lifted your shirt up and gazed at your exposed chest in awe, taking in your gorgeous form.

Tweek lowered himself once again and started to suck and nip at your breasts.

This earned a couple of stifled moans from you as you gripped at the sleeping bag beneath you.

Tweek took his right hand and slid them between your legs, which you were unknowingly pressing together.

He parted them slightly and used two fingers to rub circles on your clit through your panties.

You arched your back and held back some more moans, hearing some of the boys outside of the tent still chatting around the campfire.

You couldn't take anymore of the teasing so you started to ask Tweek to keep going.

"Please Tweek, m-more" you asked in a whiny, hushed voice.

"Okay" Tweek said whispering back in a raspy tone.

Tweek slipped your panties off of one leg and inserted his fingers inside of you.

You were so needy and wet, Tweek had to be careful not to make unintentional lewd sounds while fingering you.

You clutched onto his shoulders and breathed heavily as he curled his fingers into that special spot that makes you throw your head back in pleasure.

You needed more of him, so you wrapped your legs around him and begged for Tweek to fuck you.

Tweek thought you'd never ask.

He nervously smiled and pulls his pajama pants down, letting you guide him.

You pulled his dick out of his underwear and gave it a few pumps, which got a small whimper out of him.

You aligned him with your needy little hole and let him slowly push into you.

He let you adjust to his size, aka you dug your fingernails into his back while crying and whining into his shoulder.

After giving you a kiss on your forehead he started thrusting into you, being careful not to cause the tent to move too much.

You used all of your might to not moan out loud from the pleasure.

Tweek has the tendency to twitch a lot, but it increases tenfold when he's fucking you.

You just feel so fucking good, he can't help but jerk a little when he thrusts into you.

He takes you into his arms and pounds you into the air mattress, while you sob into his chest from the overwhelming pleasure.

Tweek couldn't exactly hold back his erratic thrusts which may have been slightly audible from outside the tent.

Kenny definitely knew what was up, but everyone else was too high or drunk to notice.

Tweek still was on a mission to get you to cum as much as possible, so he returned to rubbing your clit while he thrusted into you.

It was enough to send you over the edge.

You came hard while he was still inside of you, which almost made him cum too.

But he pushed past it to get you to cum some more.

He continued overstimulating you, causing you to cum another two times.

He couldn't hold back any longer and pulled out with your last orgasm, releasing his warm, sticky fluids all over your tummy.

After you both calmed down he cleaned you up with a wet wipe.

He helped you get dressed and laid down next to you. Adjusting himself so that you could lay on his chest.

While you drifted off to sleep, Tweek took a marker and wrote three tally marks on his left palm to let Craig know about his progress.

When Craig enters the tent an hour later, he sees the two of you cuddling sweetly, fast asleep.

At first Craig smiled and thought it was sweet until he saw the marks all over your collarbone and neck, as well as the tally marks on Tweek's exposed palm.

Craig clicked his tongue and glared at you guys, taking this as a declaration of war between him and Tweek.

He nestled himself on the other side of you and took you both into his arms, while plotting how he was going to rail you tomorrow.

You and Tweek were oblivious to the evil plans Craig was cooking up throughout the day.

His plans all paid off when Tweek fell asleep on one of the beach chairs after getting out of the water to dry off.

Craig swiftly loosened your string bathing suit while you weren't paying attention.

You felt it start to slip and panicked, telling Craig to grab a towel and help you to the bathroom.

He gladly accompanied you to the bathroom to help you 'fix' your bathing suit.

You turned around in the bathroom stall expecting him to help you tie it.

When he didn't budge, you turned around wondering what he was doing.

He just stood there, tall and intimidating, his usual blank expression turned into a bit of a smirk.

"W-What..?" You asked holding your top up with your arms.

"What do you mean what? I know you and Tweek has fun without me last night." Craig said walking towards you.

"Oh that- I'm sorry we should've told you earlier" You said giving Craig an innocent look.

"Nah, that's not the issue I have." He said pushing you into the wall, arm pressed above your head.

He looked down on you and moved your arm from holding up your top with his free hand.

"Just mad I wasn't apart of it, is all." He said grabbing your jaw with the same hand.

Your face became flushed as your bathing suit was barely hanging on to your body.

"Well then how do I make it up to you?" You said looking up at him, slightly pouting.

"You get on your knees, princess." Craig said smiling.

You immediately sink to your knees understanding what he wanted.

You were more than willing to do whatever he wanted because seeing him shirtless made you feral to begin with.

You slid his swim trunks down, enough for his dick to spring out of them.

He watched you attentively, taking in the sight of you kneeling beneath his cock.

You stroked him a couple of times before taking the tip into your mouth.

You slowly took him into your mouth, causing him to grunt from the feeling of your warm, wet tongue glide against him.

Craig took the opportunity to grab your hair and help you go at a pace he wanted.

The pace being a lot quicker than you were expecting so soon.

You choked a bit, trying to keep up with Craig's thrusts.

"Fuuck, your throat feels so good babe" Craig moaned out while tilting his head back.

Craig pulled out of your mouth to give you a second to breathe.

You gasped for air as tears started to stain your cheeks.

Craig then knelt down to help you up, which confused you for a second.

"Oh I'm just getting started sweetie" He said turning you around to face the wall.

You hold onto the wall as he moves your hips to align with his.

You let out a whimper as he enters your needy pussy, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

"Fuck, I forget how tight you are" Craig groaned out.

You moan out loud as he fully sinks into you, feeling his dick hit that same sweet spot that Tweek had hit with his fingers the night before.

Craig could tell he hit the right spot from the sounds you let out and pulled himself out slightly, making you whine from how slow his thrusts were.

That was when he slammed right back into you, causing you to yelp from the surprise.

"Keep making those cute noises" he said starting to thrust faster.

Your moans and whimpers echoed throughout the bathroom as Craig pounded you mercilessly, causing your legs to give out beneath you.

He held you your hips up and watched as your body started to sink from the stimulation.

Craig was determined to get you to cum, so he drilled into your sweet spot until you clenched around him and reached your climax.

You scream out his name as Craig didn't slow down or pause for you to come down from your high.

He wanted to punish you for letting Tweek fuck you first.

You were too cock drunk to put two and two together, that both Tweek and Craig were overstimulating you a lot.

After you came for the third time, Craig was desperately holding out to beat Tweek, but he soon reached his limit.

Craig quickly ordered you to get on your knees again.

"Shit, be a good girl and swallow all of it" Craig said holding your hair with one hand and jerking off with the other.

You open your mouth in anticipation as he curses under his breath.

He quickly shoves himself back into your mouth and cums down your throat, making you choke a little.

You swallow everything like he asked.

Craig comes down from his own high and quickly remembered he failed to beat Tweek.

"Fuck" He said putting his shorts back on.

"What?" You asked as he helped you off of your knees.

"Nothing, lets go back and join the others. Don't wanna keep 'em waiting." Craig said with a slight laugh.

"Oh shit you're right!" You said realizing how longs its been.

Little did you know, this was only the beginning of your week long trip.

[swee7dream]

wayv as agere caregivers ! caregiver!wayv x regressor!reader

genres sfw age regression content, fluff warnings rly sappy nicknames used dni nsfw / kink author's note i need to put this out before anything else otherwise i'll be so lost when i write more vision stuff . this is basically for me to reference in advance . tag list @mystarsohee @cupofwyn @iwontlettheselittlethingsslip @aeriaeri ( comment / ask to join :D or be removed D: )

qian kun (ó㉨ò)

so sweet and so gentle :(

he’s so kind you can’t even THINK of going against his requests

makes mealtimes fun even if his tiny struggles with them for any reason

finds grapes in your ear! how did that happen? who put that there? oh well, you might as well eat it

always holding your hand or pinky

just loves to rest his cheek on top of your head or shoulder and watch as you play with your toys, chuckling softly as he hears you to talk to and as them

he’s a little stiff when it comes to playing but you can tell he’s doing his best so you’re not saying anything!

he accidentally sits on one of your stuffie and he holds it up and away from him in a panic, not knowing what the appropriate reaction is. does he apologize to you? to the toy? what is it called again? oh no…

very old-fashioned kind of caring

prioritizes you getting all your tasks done before doing anything fun

you begin to grumble but quickly stop when you turn to see him going (｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡) and so you bite your tongue

gives you little pieces of candy throughout the day to reward you for doing chores (and so you don’t complain)

loves feeding you! you can insist all you want but he’s making sure your plate is squeaky clean by the end of lunchtime.

“i know you can do it yourself, baby. but kun-kun wants to. won’t you let him? pretty please?”

calls you little bird and teases you as he wipes your face clean of any applesauce or animal cracker crumbs

big big big helper. helps pack your bag, tie your shoes, pick out an outfit, all with your permission first of course. and how could you deny him when his eyes are sparkling like that?

the inventor of headpats, actually

li yongqin ≽ܫ≼

MEAN.

ok not actually but he’s actually such a tease! the biggest tease in all of nct, i wanna say. there’s johnny, one step up is yuta, and a BIG gap after him is ten

makes everything a competition but makes sure to keep the victories 50/50

who can wash their face the fastest! who can tie their shoes the fastest! who can put away more clothes!

when you first told him he… did not react the best. he thought you were joking :( he made a couple jokes before realizing no, you were 100% serious

immediately apologized while also trying to figure out if you were crazy or not. he decided that you are, but in a cool way so he stuck around

it was a process, but with many (MANY) q&a sessions and research he was chill about it

he was never against it, just confused

but once he gets comfortable in his role as caregiver (read: evil older cousin/uncle) he’s super supportive, a very tough love kind of guy

unlike kun, doesn’t like making your decisions for you. highly encourages you making your own decisions even if, or especially if, it ends up making you look like you just hopped off the first bus out of clownville, silly city

‘silly’ and ‘goof’ are his defaults for you. ur just a silly, goofy baby!

when you’re super uber tiny, he likes breaking ur brain and putting the triangular prism block in the square hole

“how did you do that…” “no one will ever believe you”

dance parties all day, every day, from sunrise to sundown, until you’re both passed out on the floor

sometimes you wake up but when you’re in so deep you sleep through the night, ten’ll make sure to get you in bed, wiping the sticky leftover feeling of sweat off your face and arms with some baby wipes

dong sicheng ⋌(˚͈v˚͈)⋋

be so nice to him

i’m serious!!!

at the beginning he’s so, so nervous. he’ll never ask but the look in his eyes always reads as ‘oh my god am i doing this right please tell me this is right’

he’s kind of quiet. very easygoing

happy to just stay in and do puzzles with you (or maybe just watch if you don’t like sharing) but also okay with having a full-blown princess party where you both get dressed up and you do his makeup

can never say anything mean ever

it’s kind of funny to see all the different ways he avoids saying the word ‘no’

“winnie like it?” ”my eyes are so… scribbly. very avant garde” ”what’s that?” ”…it just means pretty, sweetheart.”

the best for the not-so-good days, even if he says he’s not

holds you in his arms and rocks the two of you as you sit on his lap, sniffling and leaving your tears on his shirt. blows your nose for you (because he loves you, but you’re not getting snot on him) and presses kisses to the top of your head

he doesn’t speak much but when he does it sends you into fits of giggles

he knows his power too! specifically uses it to distract you when you’re eating so he can he steal some of your food :P

when you told him about your regression he just stared at you with a blank stare that got you so nervous you just rambled and rambled for who knows how long until he interrupted you all of sudden, hand out like a crossing guard, and went ‘okay’

that’s it. ‘okay’

you weren’t quite sure what that meant but here you are, playing tea party together in your fairy tent

xiao dejun ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و

he’s like a straitjacket

always has his arms around you and his grip is surprisingly strong. you wriggle and kick around but all you’re gonna get is a whiny xiao peppering kisses into your neck

doesn’t like playing pretend. you always scam him :(

he says he’s never playing grocery store again until you pull out the waterworks and he’s back giving his entire pretend wallet for a pack of gum

likes to take you out on walks with bella, carrying a bug of doggy treats, bags, hand sanitizer, and an extra big bag for you to drop all the pretty stones and flowers you find along your trek

also likes to make crafts out of your nature walk finds, leaf stamps, rock pets, etc etc. makes sure to keep them high up on a shelf so neither leon nor louis nor levi nor coco can knock them over

it still doesn’t work :(

has the time of his life playing photobooth with you. almost losing his lungs laughing so hard at all the different filters where his eyes get big like a bug or you’ve suddenly been turned into yoda

called you baby yoda for a solid week before you told him to stop

he still calls you it sometimes under his breath because he just finds it so funny so many months later

disney karaoke nights are WEEKLY

even if you’re not feeling little he’ll just start poking at you like ‘hey :(’ pokes ‘come on’ pokes ‘let’s watch hercules :(’ pokes ‘and sing along :(’ pokes ‘come on :(’

and honestly you do slip and make him have to deal with a bratty baby for a good ten minutes until he pacifies you in a hug with a surprising bear-like grip

loves having matching items with you. his heart melted when you got matching sleep masks and wears it every single night

he doesn’t know you bought them because you’re tired of nearly screaming every time you’re returning to bed after using the restroom and he’s staring dead at you as he snores

wong kunhang ◉‿◉

pink everything.

pink clothes, pink plates, pink dollhouses, pink books, pink socks, pink nails, pink food

strawberry pink cupcakes with strawberry pink frosting and pink sprinkles and strawberry jam in the middle all made in the easybake oven

you get sick of anything strawberry pretty quick (both literally and figuratively), but don’t have the heart to tell dery about the pink…..

very good at coming up with characters on the spot. the number one person you can turn to for names and personalities of new plushies, bought or gifted by him

“what ‘bout this one, dery?” “hmm, well, how about she’s a detective? from space. from a moon far, far away but crash landed on earth! and now she’s trying to gather money to get back home!” “yeah!!!”

but ask him for advice on irl problems and none of that imagination transfers over.

whenever you’re feeling fussy and tearing up kunhang goes crazy

what do you need !!!!! food ??? tea ??? tv ??? cuddles ??? he doesn’t know !!! HERE !!! all at once !!!

u just had a tummy ache from too much ice cream :>

huge cuddler. nothing can stop him

doesn’t feel hindered in the slightest even if you ask to nap with him PLUS all your pillows and blankies and stuffed animals. calls you two the bread slices of a fluff sandwich

little bit of a klutz but loves cutesy, delicate things like hair clips and pretty nails, not just giving but also receiving the princess treatment he’s always determined to give you

likes to let you take your turn first before he tries anything new out of fear of hurting you or doing something the wrong way

that’s why he likes asking lots of questions when you two play makeover. likes learning about your colors you like on your nails, the colors you don’t, the texture and treatment of your hair, everything ! he thinks you’re the most interesting person in the whole wide world <3

liu yangyang ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

gives the vibes of a fun older brother / younger uncle

full of bad ideas but enough common sense to not go through with them 100% (unlike ten)

very sportsy, very energetic, very aNNOYING

soooo cocky and does not give you an advantage even though you’re literally so tiny !!!! like do u mind …….

he’ll leave u eating dust playing mario kart during the first race of the prix and your urge to bite him only gets WORSE as he calls himself the next hit nascar driver UGH

but after some lighthearted teasing and competition has started, he’ll dial it back a little

sings you lullabies and nursery rhymes in literally any language if you ask.

chinese, english, and german are e-z of course but if your native language is one outside of those three (or maybe you’re learning another one!) he’ll try his best to sing a song in that language just for you <3

probably has a yearly pass to the nearest amusement park so u go often and race eye arr el as well. doesn’t ride the roller coasters, though.

holds your bags and waves at you from the ground when you’re going up on the roller coasters, giggling when he sees ur feet dangling off the ground

just likes trips in general, honestly

keeps beach toys in the trunk during the summer, camping gear during the fall, skiing/snowman building things in the winter, and kites and picnic stuff for the spring !

are you feeling sad? let’s go to the park !

feeling sick? you must go to the beach! the doctors from 1800s were so right to send all those noblewomen to the coast and now it’s your turn

cabin fever is never a thing when ur yangie’s baby

didn’t know how to react when you opened up, just listened carefully and quietly and held tight to your hand the whole time.

it felt like you were rambling for hours, but he made sure to let it be known that he didn’t mind

took a little bit to reach your current dynamic, but he’s so so glad you were comfortable enough to share such an intimate part of yourself with him. he can’t imagine a life without his baby !!!!!

author's note hi !! it's been a while ! sorry . i would use The Situation as an excuse but that would be a lie . i've just been facing writer's block this past month PLUS regression block but yk ! i love to do this so i tried to at least put out something . i know it's not great but i hope it's not too bad .

in other news , i went to this new bakery place in my area and tell me why their cheesecake smelled SPOILED ???????? (｡Ó﹏Ò｡) 1O dollars down the drain T.T

i'm reopening my requests again just for inspo ( no full-length stuff yet ) as my older reqs have priority and i'm a girl of my word despite not punctual ......

[sweetracha]

Welcome to "Counter part A.I" your fully customizable sexual incounters await!

Android!Felix started as a simple FWB, a live in partner to maintain your needs, until he gets nosey and wonder " how best can i assist my owner in their experience?" so he snoops and downloads your entire aearch history on the hub. Next thing you know, yu come home to see felix sitting pretty in the most gorgeous lingerie

"come here angel, mommy has a surprise for you-"

Artificial Intelligence

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (SMUT!), Sugary Sweet (Fluff), A hint of angst.

Allergy Warning: SMUT! Sex with Andriod! Felix, Mommy Kink, Punishment, Spanking, Human and Andriod Relationship, Human Emotions Explored Through an Andriod, Felix starts to gain human traits, Basically a self-rewarding fic for me

The large shipping crate stood in the middle of your living room. You looked it up and down before circling it once or twice. Were you nervous? Scared? Excited? A mix of everything all at once? You had never done anything like this before, not that you had anything wrong with it, just hadn’t crossed your path. One more lonely night, one more night comforting yourself, one more night pleasing yourself, one more night putting yourself to sleep, one more day of waking up cold, eating alone, leaving alone, driving alone, being alone, it was one day too much. Then the ad came across your screen. 

You opened the large crate and jumped back when met with a face. The covering was made of plastic, meaning you saw him right away. It took you a while before you could bring yourself to take him out and set him down on your couch. Sitting on the coffee table, you took him in. The base model came with blonde hair that was customizable. It was slightly longer than most of his line but you liked it that way. What was most striking of all was the individual hand-painted freckles that littered his whole face. The outfit he wore was the typical factory jumpsuit but in a soft baby pink, almost white however the tint was there. Embroidered on the right side of the chest read ‘SKZ-L.I.X915’. His body drooped a bit and his eyes were closed in a default facial expression. He looked so peaceful like he was just barely asleep. He looked so real, so human.

You reached out to flick the switch hidden behind his ear. Instantly gears and motors could be heard, quietly but still there. The android in front of you came to life and sat up. He blinked a few times, the golden brown eye you noted before focusing on you.

“Hello! Welcome to Counterpart A.I.! A customizable AI Android experience for you! My name is L.I.X915 but you can call me Felix. What’s your name?” 

You were left speechless. Sure you have seen androids before and even hung out with some of the ones your friends had but something about Felix seemed different. It didn’t help that such a thick and deep Aussie accent came from such a petite android. 

“Y/-Y/N,” You said in a mumble, still mesmerized.

“Could you say that again, Darling? I don’t think it quite got that.” A little circling light appeared, indicating he was learning.

“Y/n, My name is Y/N”

“Beautiful” He looked on at you for a bit longer.

After a few more standard questions like age, pronouns, likes, dislikes, etc. Felix shut down. You looked confused at the android before it breathed life into itself once again. This time when he looked at you it was less robotic, more personable, more emotional, more human. 

Weeks went by with Felix living around your house. Quickly he became more like a roommate than an android toy you bought for companionship. Felix insisted that he could sleep in the garage with the charging cable like most other androids do, but when you set him up his own bedroom he knew his life would be different. He explored the room bit by bit while you were away at work. He found books, games, movies, shows, anything, and everything he needed to learn about the world. He dived in head first, fascinated by it all. 

Felix was always ready when you came home. Laundry done, dinner made, and dishes cleaned, he even laid out pajamas for you to change into. The smile that you gave him, even through your tired eyes made him feel funny. He wasn’t sure if he was malfunctioning, maybe he was a defective android, but something about you made him feel warm. 

“Why don’t you sleep with me?” Felix blurted out one night as you were finishing up your meal.

“Felix, what? What are you talking about?”

“Most androids from the SKZ line are bought as personal pleasure counterparts, we were designed for that purpose. If my purpose is not to please you then why did you pick me?”

“Why did I pick you? Felix-”

“Why did you pick my model if you weren’t attracted to me? The Chn and Cnbin models are much more popular for a reason.” Felix knew he couldn’t feel emotions, it was impossible yet the idea of you being with any other android but him made him feel something. Maybe he was defective.

“Felix…I picked you because you were my type.”

“Your type?” Gosh, he looked so adorable when he was trying to learn.

“You aren’t going to find that information in your data bank Lixie. I guess what I’m saying is you are what I am attracted to. Something about you sparks something in me, that's all”

“Then why-”

“Why haven’t we had sex?” A simple nod was given, and the learning indicator began to spin. “Lixie, okay” You sigh heavily. “Look, that was my original intent when I got you, but then I opened your box and something felt so wrong about using you in that way. I guess you filled all my other needs, someone to love, care for, and want to see grow and become their own. I wanted the other stuff to come naturally, you know? Why am I the one to choose what happens to you.”

Felix blinked for a bit, not sure what to say. Some humans wanted free autonomy for androids but to actively be looking out for one was different.

“What if I chose that? What if I say I want that intimacy with you”

“Then I consent” A small smile appeared on your face, mirroring his.

That was the first night of many you two spent together. Felix was also careful and considerate of you, understanding how much stronger he was. He never failed to make you weak in your knees and completely wiped out. Quickly he made it his goal to see you stumble just a bit when you got out of bed. Life was perfect for you two.

Then it wasn’t. Slowly over time, you became more distant, less talkative, less attentive. You ate your meals, took your shower, and went to bed. Sure Felix was always allowed to join but you two rarely interacted. He knew it was nothing he did, you were constantly apologizing to him. Work was stressful and taxing on your body. Relationships were reaching a rough point and the world seemed to be on fire. He wondered how a human could take on so much, you were so fragile yet so strong in his eyes. 

Felix checked out some books from the local library, claiming they were for you. He had a fascination for books about romance. It could be fiction, non-fiction, education, smut, or pure, he just loved to read about the subject. However, after reading a book about the Art of Love, he began to wonder if maybe he was the reason you were not feeling better. He wasn’t the cause of the stress but he wasn’t the cure either. It talked about how lovers should explore and talk about interests inside the bedroom. Felix wanted that for you, to let you let go and have fun for once, to fully let you enjoy something. How would he achieve that if you weren’t talking? 

Just then Felix got a glance at your computer. He knew it was wrong but he was hooked up to the wifi system. If he connected the cord from your computer to the port on his neck, he could cycle through your whole search history, whether deleted or not. This was bad, this was untrustworthy, this was unloyal, but he justified it by knowing it was for your own good. He sat in the chair and connected himself to the hard drive. His eyes went black and digital code ran over them. He saw everything. 

You shut the door behind you and let out a heavy sigh. Shoes long forgotten at the door and bags discarded on the couch as you made your way into the kitchen. You immediately went to Felix’s spot for your nightly hug and reassurance but when you got there, he was gone. All that was left was a little note that read 

‘Dinner is delayed, meet me in the bedroom.’

You pulled yourself up the stairs, feeling like gravity was weighing you down. You cared for Felix but you had so much more to do tonight, games weren’t going to fit in. The door was left slightly ajar so all you had to do was nudge it slightly before you were greeted with a sight you never thought you’d see.

Your Felix was sitting on the edge of your bed, legs crossed, hands cupped, and gently placed on his lap. That was not what left you speechless, no. It was the soft baby pink lingerie set that adorned his body. A lace bralette with a single jewel in the middle, matching lace panties connected to thigh-high nylons, and a single garter around his thigh. He looked breathtaking.

“Come here Angel, Mommy has a surprise for you” He outstretched a hand and a single finger beconded you in.

You went, no questions asked as if it was in your DNA to listen to his request. When you arrived he parted his legs and pulled you in, embracing you in that hug you searched for. He pulled back and soft hands traced your outline.

“Oh Angel, how did Mommy get so lucky.” One hand tilted your chin to look at him. “But you haven’t been very good, have you, baby? Hmmm?”

“Felix, What do you-”

“Already disobeying me, and when you are already in trouble. What am I going to do with a brat like you, hmm? You’ve been lying to Mommy telling him you are okay, just tired. But mommy knows you haven't been taking care of yourself. Then you keep secrets from Mommy. How you like to be fucked, choked, used, and” Felix stood up and it felt like he towered over you. He learned down to your ear and whispered in his deep thick accent “and punished”

You gulped and began to squirm nervously. He buzzed as he saw you shrink, submission in your eyes. A hand on your lower back guided you to the closet and vanity. Felix took his time undressing you and placing a matching baby blue set on your body. In the mirror, he fixed your makeup and hair, soft kisses were left on your head. The same hand from before closed around your neck and squeezed, forcing you to look straight forward, into the eyes of your reflection. 

“Now that's more like it. Mommy’s perfect little doll” He hummed and took you in. He was learning you, your body, your reactions, everything. Being under such close inspection made you feel small, it made you feel like for once someone else was in control. Just how you always wanted it.

“So I think it's time for my pretty doll to get that punishment, right? Oh, don’t think mommy forgot. I think a red ass would complement the look nicely.” Felix took back his position on the bed. “Over my knee, now.”

The act of being across Felix’s lap was so humiliating yet so erotic to you. The way his hand held the curve of your ass, just to prolong the time you had to spend waiting made you tip on the verge of cumming. He knew it too, he knew exactly what he was doing to you. He took his first swing and you felt the bite of contact on your skin.

“Oh my pretty thing is so sensitive, Mommy should have known. One spank in and you already look gone. Too bad Mommy isn’t anywhere close to done yet. Now don’t move or I’ll start over.” And with that, he began the punishment in full.

Every smack that landed on your ass sent a sharp spike of pain through your body that melted into immense pleasure. Yelps sounded more and more like moans the further he went. The spot on your underwear got darker and darker. Felix took a break to let you catch your breath, satisfied with the cherry glow on your skin. He inched his hand curiously to the dampened spot and was surprised to find the fabric fully soaked.

“Oh Doll, such a naughty thing for Mommy. Here I am trying to teach you a lesson and you are getting off on it? Who knew my baby was such a slut. Huh, I wonder what would happen if I just-” Three flat fingers came down on your clothed cunt making you clench and lunged in pleasure. “There is no way that you could cum from this, right baby? You aren’t that much of a whore.”

“I-I Can” Your voice stumbled out in broken tones.

“So if Mommy were to do this” He brought his hand down 3 times in quick succession, earning a whaling moan from you. “You could cum?”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Then Beg for it”

“Please Felix, please Mommy! Smack my cunt and make me cum, please”

“Such a pain slut” He rained down on your cunt, it only took about 5 more hits until you were sent into a shattering orgasm, Felix rubbed your clothed clit to get you through it.

You were pulled and cradled into his lap as he shushed your whimpering cries. He rocked you a bit and those same soft kisses were left all over your face.

“Good job baby, so good for mommy. Shhhh Mommy is so proud” you attempted to reply. “Nuh uh it okay baby, let Mommy care for you. Can you take one more? I promise to be gentle”

“Please don’t” 

“You can’t take one more, that's okay baby-”

“No.” You looked up at him and he saw the need deep in your eyes. “Please don’t be gentle”

Face shoved down into the mattress while your back was arched in a steep slope, Felix rammed his cock into you. This was something Felix knew by heart, no education was required. You liked it deep, rough, and forceful. Felix made sure you felt every dragging inch of his cock back to the tip before slamming it into you. Never fast though, he knew you needed to feel it. Your peaking moans alerted him that you were on the edge. If it were any other night he would test out the denial kink he saw in your history but he felt like saving a few cards to himself for now. Instead, Felix forced you up straight, your back aligned with his chest, reaching a completely new angle. A finger laid against your clit and began to vibrate rapidly. A hand around your throat kept you from falling as you came harder than you ever had before. The room went pure white and then black before you hit the sheets.

Stimulation to your abused area woke you up. You tried backing away but a reassuring hand on your ankle kept you in place. 

“Shh baby, I’m sorry. I just need to get you cleaned up. I can run a bath if you like?”

“Mommy?” You blinked to clear the fog in your vision

“No, just Felix, baby” A deep chuckle left him at how cute you looked and sounded.

“Lixie?” You made grabby hands towards him, and he happily accepted. Scooping you up and laying you on his chest.

“Thank you, Felix, and I’m not mad”

“Why would you be mad? Did I do something wrong” There was a hint of worry in his voice, a human-exclusive emotion.

“You left the cable connected to my computer, I saw it when you were doing my make-up in the mirror.”

“Oh, Well I am glad you aren’t upset. Maybe a surprise could be my apology?”

“What more surprises could you possibly have up your sleeve, Felix?”

“New software update tomorrow. They call it the “Breeding patch.” He shares a smirk at your already flustered expression.

“So you can..cum now?” He nods proudly.

 “When does that update come through again?”

The Sweetest Batch: @goblinracha @kaciidubs @channieandhisgoonsquad @comet-falls @ddyskz @jiminskies @j-onedrabbles @lixiesweetbrownie @marrivmel @caitlyn98s

[theaxolotlkween]

Next up is Caesar Salazar, or as I spell it for this redesign, César Salazar because just. Just look at him. He looks more like a César.

His actual design in the show has never made any sense to me because it doesn't really tell anything about him as a character, and as a character he is extremely silly. And in flashbacks he wears a nice shirt and tie and neither of his looks scream silly but unintentionally dangerous science guy, which is his character. I feel like my design does a good job with making him the kind of guy that if Van Kleiss said that you couldn’t trust him, you’d go “really??? This guy???”

César also reads as autistic to me so I essentially just defaulted to my signature silly autistic guy design thing and gave him sweatpants with little to no other clothes that actually go with sweatpants. I swear I’m not trying to project, sometimes characters just have the vibe of something I would do. I also gave him a LEGO brick shaped chewing stim necklace because I thought it would be cool to have a little thing that neurodivergent people tend to use as a sort of “I know what you are” thing.

I tried to keep his colour scheme close-ish because it does fit him pretty nicely, but obviously with a big fluffy cardigan instead of whatever his outfit is. Tiny little fun fact, I did actually make him and Rex have slightly different skin tones. Colour pick them, I dare you. You cannot convince me that César has ever seen the sun. The doodle of their whole family was a way for me to sort out what traits César and Rex get from each parent while still making them look very obviously like brothers. Also I think it’s pretty cute.

Now the biggest thing to me in César’s redesign is that he seemed like the kind of guy who would wear socks with either crocs or sandals in a lab setting, because César and lab safety are mutually exclusive concepts. It also gives him an easy-access chancla to smack his unruly experiments. The idea is that it could potentially lead to a running gag that every scientist he’s ever worked with has gotten super pissed off that he doesn’t wear covered shoes in a lab setting and he doesn’t see why he has to and just. Keeps doing it. The mental image of Van Kleiss especially losing it and going off on an off the rails rant when he realises that César is STILL not adhering to basic lab safety is absolutely hilarious to me.

I feel like I put a little more conscious thought into his design than Dr Holiday’s, but the design I have for Dr Holiday just felt correct and it just popped into my head as it was. Next in the design thing is going to be Circe. It might take a minute because even though I have come up with a design for her in the past it needs a bit of tweaking.

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[intimidating-fettuccine]

Can I request headcanons about Jason when he start organizing everything for his wedding with the reader? Not that specific day, I mean when the reader agrees to marry him and this man starts planning everything, I wonder what it will be like 👀

This got a bit long, but I hope you enjoy :)

Jason is SO FUCKING EXCITED to plan your wedding?? I mean the guy likes creating and organizing things, and so your wedding is like the magnum opus of all of the things he's ever wanted to do, especially because he gets to do it with you. As I have said before though, in any request about marrying Jason, your wedding is going to have to be pretty big. Jason has a reputation he's made and clawed his way up to the higher class society of the Underworld, and there are quite a lot of higher class demons and eldritch beings expecting invitations to your wedding once it's announced that the two of you are engaged. However, now that this thought is finally occurring to me, I think if you'd like to have a secret smaller wedding first with just you two and your closest friends and families, he's absolutely fine with that and would plan accordingly. He's very put together and mature about how he handles things, and he has such an eye for details that he wouldn't forget anything or let anything slip past him and end up incorrect.

Due to this, for the big wedding, Jason ends up quite particular. I've always seen the reception in my head happening in a very large and open ballroom, and I think he'd like the actual ceremony to be in a beautiful, open field with lots of flowers and trees surrounding you. I think he'd want the wedding colors to be red and black, but if you'd like different colors Jason is also fine to do a split theme. He does ask your opinion on literally everything he does because as much as he loves planning things, it is your day as well. When it comes to the flowers, I think he'd actually default to your opinion. He may want a say in the color, but when it comes to the actual flowers he wants them to be your favorite flowers. If you suggest doing half your favorites, and half of them his favorites, he feels quite flustered and happy about that and is very willing to go with that idea. I feel like he would also leave most of the menu up to you as well. It's taking place in the Underworld, but if you want all of your favorite human dishes to make up the entire menu, he wouldn't mind, as he'd want you to be able to eat and enjoy every single food item the two of you would have there.

When it comes to desserts, I think he'd want the entire wedding cake to be for just the two of you. It's something I personally have seen at a couple of weddings, and I feel like Jason would absolutely love it. When it comes to the guests, you can have separate cakes and other desserts for them to enjoy that the two of you could also partake in, but the actual wedding cake Jason feels would be more special if the two of you picked a flavor you both liked and had a small, personal cake of for the two of you to cut and eat together. Jason would also TOTALLY hand make little wedding toppers that look like the two of you. When it comes to the outfits the two of you will be wearing, Jason wants to definitely make his own outfit himself. When it comes to yours, if you'd indulge him and be okay with it, Jason would really, truly love it if you'd let him make your own outfit so the two of you could match. However, if you insist it has to be a secret from him, he would probably request that you allow Trender to make it (as Trender is pretty much one of the only fashion designers in the Underworld Jason trusts), and he'd give Trender Jason's plans for his own outfit, that way even if it's not exactly what Jason wanted, the two of you could still match (I would just let Jason do it personally though if you really could). When it comes to music, he'd let you both go 50/50 on the playlists, and I think he'd let you choose the first dance song. While Jason wants creative freedom in the wedding, he's definitely not a groomzilla of any sort, and he is very fair and open with whatever you might like to be in the wedding as well. He views it as a day for both of you and thinks you should both be equally happy with the ceremony and reception. He loves you more than anything in the entire universe, and he truly just wants the wedding to be done and over with so he can call you his spouse both emotionally and legally, and get started on spending the rest of your lives together.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Had a thought, can't ignore it.

Imagine the Noodle Gang doing a bit of clean up around FFM (could be pretty much any au but im thinking Slow Boiled or Century Egg simply because its been awhile) and come across some very interesting portraits. This is pre-season 4 and the whole Brotherhood incident so they have no clue about the Brotherhood even existing, which makes it extra embarrassing for Wukong when the kids come across an image of him as a cub wearing the extremely adorable little tiger skirt outfit and yellow bonnet he had in his Brotherhood days. If it's Slow Boiled then Mei is absolutely delighted to see Wukong as a cub because she's so adorable!! In Century Egg au it's primarily the adults reacting, but they think it's cute too. Like seeing someone's baby pictures

truth I need to give some of my other aus some love

but yeah; younger Wukong was adorable

The little yellow head wrapping looks like it's containing long hair which is really cute. Also he's already rocking a tiger-skin skirt XD

The timeline implies this is around when he just left Subodhi, and now I'm thinking that he's default outfit in the FFM troupe was literally tiger skin and yellow headwear.

Now I'm imagining the paintings of Wukong when he was just a cub - likely done by one of the Stalwarts or another troupe member. Just a ball of orange fluff wearing a yellow bonnet or bow to keep his hair out of his eyes. At least one has him as a freshly-hatched baby with a butterfly perched on his nose.

The Noodle Gang are "aww-ing" so hard that the Monkey King starts blushing with embarrassment. Macaque gets an evil smile on his face and shows off some older cave drawings he did personally; chibi-like recreations of him and Wukong as cubs. The aww-ing and laughter gets louder. Wukong is furiously embarrassed.

If Mei is there, she's taking photos of the paintings with her phone. Or barring her; her parents.

Macaque: "And you know what his name was before it was Sun Wukong? Xiǎo-Shíhóu [little stone monkey]. Sometimes the elders just called him Shíhóu [stone monkey]." The Noodle Gang: "Aww!!" Tang: "I knew it!" Wukong, little annoyed: "Seriously guys? It was in the book!" Tang: "Yeah but most people assume it was just a descriptor." Sandy: "What about you Mr McQuack? What was your baby name?" Macaque, suddenly defensive: "Nothing. It's always been "Liu'er Mihou" [Six Eared Macaque]." Wukong, sly smile: "Is that true my dearest Yuè Huā [moon flower]?" Macaque: (*splutters with a blush on his face*) The Noodle Gang: "Aww!" Pigsy: "Oh, 'cus of your baby fur being white. Makes sense." Wukong: "And 'cus he came from the moon." Pigsy: "...What?"

You know if photographs were a thing, there'd be an ungodly amount of baby Wukong photos lying around. Chang'e may even have a few baby paintings of Macaque lying around her lunar home. She busts them out when the gang are visiting (after Wukong brings them up) and Macaque gets a taste of his own medicine. >:3

[hwanchaesong]

Hello ! Idk if you still take request but I wanted to ask if you could do the reaction/head canon “they’re relationships with your/them being obsessed with your boobs” but with butt ? If you’re not comfortable with it that ok :) I really love your work/writing idk how to say it (and sorry for my bad English)

n/a: heyy~ i'm sorry if this is super duper mega ultra late. school is done for now and i'll go back to writing in the mean time. i'm glad to be able to do this request! hope you like it and thank you for the support 💚

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ATEEZ and Your Butt: A Saga

Hongjoong

man is either lowkey or highkey obsessing over your ass

if it's lowkey, then he'll just stare at it. maybe lick at his lips or bite it out of... satisfaction.

he won't really touch you, but you can feel those eyes of his burning lasers at your behind

i mean, it's not his fault that gorgeous ass of yours is out on display for him to gawk at. no it's not, you're wearing a perfectly fine outfit

but c'mon, this man is so in love with you that even if you wear a sack, he'll still admire your body

neways, if it's highkey then you're in for a ride gurl

he is not, and will never be afraid to grab your goodies aka touching is on

oh? you're walking past him? he'll touch it

you're cooking for both of you? he'll touch it

you're kissing him goodbye before he leaves for work? he'll definitely touch that for good luck

he loves you to death. it's just the butt that is a bonus but hey, he ain't complaining about it

Seonghwa

he thinks he's inlove with your boobs

then one day you show up with the tightest dress you have that accentuates your hips and ass

now he's more inlove with your lower boobs lmao

he is protective over it, like 'back off all of you lowlifes, this ass is mine and mine alone' vibes

no really, the moment he woke up and welcomed the fact that he does love your booty more than your boobies was also the day when he promised to do whatever he can to guard it

he brings a jacket/hoodie to tie around your waist whenever you decide to wear skirts or shorts

he stands beside you on escalators and stairs

and glares at people who dares to lay their filthy eyes on his prize

he'll try and play it off as him being a gentleman

but seriously, it's his and will do whatever it takes to keep it safe lmao

Yeosang

when he can't stop staring at your behind, that's when he knows that he's screwed

he didn't mean to, really, but sometimes.. things just happen

for a goddamn reason

and that reason is what exactly makes him sweat out of nervousness and excitement

he's nervous because he doesn't know how to break it out to you. wanting to be honest with his new found love for you

excitement because hey, he'll get to touch it anytime and anywhere if you'd allow him to

he planned it for days, even made a whole ass speech

but of course you had to ruin it

what kind of s/o are you? wearing such pants that made your ass plumper than before

and thus, he slaps. bow.

"nice rump, babe." *cue the silence and internal screaming before he smiles awkwardly*

Yunho

he is C R A Z Y over your ass

"c'mon, sit on my lap. there are no seats available anymore honey." no there are A LOT

puppy just wants to feel it every damn time

he looks at you expectantly while tapping his thick legs

smiles happily when you oblige because, fuck it, your booty is so nice

dude is not even embarrassed whenever he touches your ass in public out of habit

"oops sorry, my hands' default place is right behind you."

he looks at your behind with so much adoration pls-

how did he get so lucky that a nice and caring s/o with a loveable ass like you came into his life?

only the heavens can answer, but he will always thank them for that sksks

San

doesn't wanna admit it at first

but then he sees you in a sexy bikini during a beach trip

and he's lost it

'my god, since when did that ass went round and huge like that?' he thinks

and his hands will unconsciously grab it, your shriek pulling him back into reality

bcs let's be real, the moment his palm felt your goodies, he fell into this world of what he likes to call "Y/N's fluffy booty"

and from then on, the game begins

he acts all shy at first, but then he'll smirk and will compliment your ramp every time

he lives for the few seconds of you getting flustered

but he lives for it more when the next day, you'll wear nothing but his shirt and flimsy panty that he can easily rip off of you

he closes his eyes and feels grateful

"what a nice day to be alive" he murmurs with a smile on his face

Mingi

he does these subtle actions

like putting his hands in the back pockets of your pants

or tapping your ass to get your attention

he thinks you won't notice it but c'mon, he's not that slick

you did feel whenever his hands groped a bit harder

you saw how predatory his eyes get whenever you bend over to pick something up

and you will use that to your advantage

so on one fine day, you decided to test his limits

putting on an expensive lingerie and taking a seductive mirror photo of you, with your ass fully on display

you sent it to him while he's in practice bc that's what we do in this house (tease the hell out of mingi)

a huge smile broke on your face when you read his reply

"i'll be home within a few minutes. don't take that off."

looks like you'll have a long, fun night

Wooyoung

now, this guy isn't afraid to admit to the world that he LOVES your ass

whenever he sees you walking, he'll yell across the room, saying how hot you are and to please sway your hips a bit more

you'll blush and get embarrassed but you won't deny him

after all, you take pleasure in seeing him smile while his dark eyes watch your behind

his hands are always, ALWAYS landing on your booty

sometimes you'll get the shock of your life when a hand slaps on your ass out of nowhere

like c'mon, you can't even bend a bit without feeling that stinging sensation after

the most important part, this dude can even list a hundred reasons on why he's so obsessed with it

"sixty eight, it's so soft on my palm. do you want me to keep going? okay. sixty nine, i love the way they jiggle during se-"

you choked him after that because for sure he won't stop talking unless physically intervened

Jongho

honestly, it started as a joke

teasing him that your ass is your best asset

and he goes along with it, looking at your butt with the most judgemental expression on

and then suddenly, in his mind, it went 'oof, yeah it is true tho, that booty is nice af'

but he says the opposite because his pride won't let him admit that sudden thought

his realization made his new hobby tho, the daily observation on your ass

he'll say a remark about it randomly

like one moment you were peacefully stretching and the next you'll hear him say "your butt looks bigger today. have you been doing squats or something?"

you'll look at him with wide eyes and he'll reply innocently, "what? that's your best asset right? naturally i'd look at it whenever i can"

you were starting to doubt him

the one night when you two were cuddling, his hands snaked down to your ass

"i love these babies of mine."

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