#instead of a vent art. have a kind art

[sczawr]

something kind for Metal

[prick-love-for-arting]

... Mhm

[marsixm]

making lists of things people say that annoy me would be faster

[fitzfunnymoments]

Me when the mental illness

[theobservatory]

｡⁠☆I'm Baby｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ 

☆Tim drake x reader

☆Cw: Damian being a menace, crack/fluff

To be honest, Damian was only getting close to you to bother Drake. He didn't really have a reason for it either, but bothering is pseudo older brother is entertaining, fun even.

It's not tranquil, like painting. It's not rewarding, like training. It's not adrenaline filled, like patrol. No, it's just... Fun.

Damian can't even explain why it's fun either. There's just something about the look of utter anguish, irritation, that crosses Drake's face that just makes him smile.

It's an evil little thing, all sharp teeth and hard lines. Nothing like those big grins you see kids have in childish movies. No, he looks like a shark in fish infested waters. Like a wolf locked in a pen of sheep.

So imagine his surprise when you derail his plans by being likeable. You're clever, and kind, but not smothering like Grayson. He didn't start showing up at your window to actually get close to you, and yet here is, tucked into your side as he vents about school today.

The people at his school are utter imbeciles, and he only goes to appease his father. Not that he understands why his father sends him. He already has a friend his age, Jon! He's sure you'd be his friend too, if he asked.

... Even the thought of doing that is too humiliating to fathom.

He's sure you'd just look at him with that dumb smile that makes his chest feel tight, and you'd probably pet down his hair, and say something like "Of course we're friends! Why else would I let you crash on my couch after patrol?" Because you're good like that, and always give reasons why you do and feel things.

But he'd rather drop dead than be perceived as childish or immature. Asking someone to be your friend is playground chat, and Damian stopped going to a school with a playground this year so he's much too old for that. Instead he just rambles about how many times he's had to correct his teacher this year, because if he thinks the kids are stupid don't get him started on the adults.

You listen the whole way through, an arm wrapped around his shoulder. He's practically squished to your side. He planted himself there as soon as he got through the lock on your front door, but you don't say anything about it, you never do. It's much more tolerable than Grayson's constant cooing.

"And do you know what the worst part is?" Damian huffs, a balled fist gripping your pants.

"What?"

"She tried to correct me on the Greek Pantheon, me! It's as if my chosen aunt isn't Princess Diana of Themscryia! Imbeciles, everyone of them!"

You nod solemnly, clearly understanding Damian's plight. This is why he comes to you, no one at that blasted manor gets it. They would try and correct him, teach him to be more understanding, but you just listen! You listen, and commiserate! Like any good sibling should.

"I used to have a teacher like that. It turned out no matter what I told him, no matter what evidence I presented, he just decided that I was a lost cause anyway." You roll your eyes, picking at the stitching of Damian's sleeve. He should probably stop you, but he can't even bring himself to give the gesture a glance of his attention. "I ended up transferring out of the class, my peace was not worth the credit. I just took it online instead."

"If only father were that understanding. I would take every class online if I could."

"What, there isn't a single thing you enjoy about school? When I was your age I only ever showed up for extracurriculars, but they managed to at least make it a little worth it for me."

Damian wants to say no, "My art and art teacher isn't deplorable." But that would be a lie.

"What're they-"

The lock of your farthest window clicks, interrupting you. Damian slips a blade out of the pocket of his school uniform, but doesn't bother moving. A measley intruder won't stand a chance against him, especially because they would be interrupting his you time.

A foot slides in through the open window. Black slacks, he can tell by the hemlines they're expensive. The shoes are glossy, but slightly scuffed, also clearly expensive.

Damian glares, he knows exactly who this is. The grip of his blade gets tighter.

"Hey babe." Drake greets, pulling his satchel in the window before closing it. "You'll never believe the day I had at work-"

Damian and Drake lock eyes. He can feel his eyes turn into giddy crescents as Tim's face falls into disbelief. Yes, this is the exact feeling he's been waiting for. He could revel in that disgusted expression he has.

"What's he doing here?" Drake sneered.

"Don't be rude."

"Wha- I'm not being rude. I just- baby, sweetheart, why the fuck is my little brother in your apartment?"

For his part, Damian just snuggles closer to you, causing you to squeeze him tighter. If it's even possible, he looks even more smug than he did before. All according to plan.

"I invited him. He likes to hangout after school sometimes." You smile, it's genuine, as if you're completely oblivious to why this would distress Tim. They both know you well enough to know you're having just as much fun fucking with your boyfriend as Damian is.

"You know each other? You do this regularly??"

"No thanks to you. I've only met your family once and it was in passing, Tim! What was I supposed to do, tell him to leave? He's just a baby!"

Under normal circumstances, Damian would grow irate at being called a baby. He is ten years old, in double digits, basically an adult! However, annoying Drake takes precedence right now.

"Yeah Drake, I'm just a baby." Damian says flatly. "I'm just a baby, and you're scaring me."

You gasp. "Timothy you're scaring my baby!"

"That demon is NOT a baby! Are you under mind control? Blink twice if you need help."

Your hand tugs Damian into your chest, and you plant a kiss on his forehead. His demonic smile wavers for a moment as a flush hits his cheeks, that same icky syrup-like feeling you tend to give him curling in his chest. It comes right back when he sees that absolute offended and affronted look on Drake's face.

This is the best day of his life.

"If you don't start being nice to this sweet baby angel right this second, I'll have to throw you out of my apartment. Sorry Tim, those are the rules."

"You just made that up, those- that's- those aren't the rules!"

Damian pulls out of your hold to sit up straight on the couch, re-pulling out his switchblade. It glints off the yellowish lighting in your apartment, the same glint in his wolfish grin.

"Please." He stands. "It would be an honor if you would allow me."

You pretend to think about it, a matching mischievous look on your face. "Hmm okay, but only because you asked so nicely.

"I'm sorry Tim, but I don't make the rules, I just follow them."

"I'm not sorry." Damian brags.

"Shut it, brat."

Tim begins to climb back out the window, huffing as his satchel gets stuck on the sill for the second time. His head pokes back in before he closes it, a glare, that would be terrifying if Damian was anyone else, on his face.

"This isn't over."

"I disagree."

The window slams shut, and Damian slots himself right back where he was before. Both of you have the evilist of giggles as you basket on the high of teasing Tim Drake.

Despite his shitty day at school, it's a good day, anyway.

You only played along bc Tim's been ignoring you for the sake of work, leaving his stabby little brother here to satiate your boredom. This is petty revenge.

Damian also becomes the biggest cock block in the world after this. You think it's funny, Tim not so much.

Also planning on writing a short follow up to this where Tim comes to you after patrol and needs reassurance.

｡⁠☆Requests open

[doppel-doodles]

That illustration is making me want to slam my head against solid concrete, Art block said no, and I know when to pick my battles so fuck it we ball-

A normal post about Matthew Hallard from Poppy Playtime

I briefly mentioned this in the Jack post, the fact that I didn't think I had anything new or particularly interesting to say on Matthew as I always thought the Fandom had a lot of the bases covered.

But the more I actually thought about him, the more I wanted to talk about one thing in particular:

Let's talk about Doeys tape.

In game we find a vhs tape recorded by Doey, talking about how he almost ditched everyone in favor of running away, ultimately deciding to go back for them instead. It reveals a lot about how he truly feels about the responsibility that has been given to him.

I think it was so important to include this and the reason why is quite simple:

It humanises Matthew for me.

Why I point him out specifically is due to reasons I mentioned in my other analysis, Jack's control is mostly passive, Kevin only really comes to the forefront when he feels like there is a threat to assess or deal with and it has been confirmed that Matthew is the oldest of the children as well as having been a leader of sorts since he was still a human child, so in the tape it's basically him venting.

Which is great as it makes something crystal clear: He is not a perfect saint.

Matthew is a teenager who has been parentified from an incredibly young age, places immense pressure on himself, is suffering from more burnout than a college kid and not to mention the horror that is his current existence and life-

He doesn't WANT this responsibility, he only takes it on because nobody else will or can.

And nobody even thinks to ask him ONCE how HE is doing, no,no it's him who has to do that, he is not allowed to have breaks.

For godness sake he literally tells us in the tape that he is recording it because he feels like he can't talk to anyone about his problems!

The toys- The children having someone like Doey or more accurately Matthew is not a guarantee, it is a privilege but it's a privilege Matthew needs to!

And you rarely ever see kind characters COMPLAIN about having to be kind all the time, truly looking after everyone else drains you, it's exhausting to fulfill the needs of others, more often than not you'll have to put aside your own and when you really pull the shit end of the stick you get more complains then appreciation for your troubles.

It is such a CHORE and I think a character struggling with being so selfless actually can have such a massive impact instead of just being able to handle everything, it's that tiny bit of realism I love.

Despite how exhausted and miserable Matthew was over being stuck in this position in the end he turned back. Because he loves his friends that much, and he should get massive props for that.

And to think he still did so much but didn't think anything he did was good enough is just painful, like no honey you are enough, more than enough-

Also Poppy having once been the leader makes you think that maybe Matthew might have been hurt the most by her disappearing.

Like her leading was the closest thing to a break he ever got- and then she just up and disappears?? And it's all up to him now? Not to mention the concern? The worry??

Boy it speaks volumes that he doesn't seem to display more hostility towards her considering Poppy doesn't even EXPLAIN herself on why she left or why she couldn't come back.

He is even civil in discussing the fact that she demands for them to be okay with being blown up(also correct me if I'm wrong but didn't Poppy also include in her plan that SHE will get to live? If I heard that I would be flabbergasted.) But that's something I should discuss in another post.

For now that is everything I have about my boy, if you want to see what I have to say about other characters here is Kevin annnnnnd Jack, plus some extra stuff on Doey

[so-i-did-this-thing]

I’m 18, and admittedly there’s no real hope for me transitioning until I’m in my 30s ( education, family, finance- stuff like that ). It leaves me feeling kind of hopeless a lot of the times- I don’t have the energy to be ambitious or to feel good about my future because, even optimistically, it’s another six-seven years of hell waiting for me. Existing is hard. Can’t date, can’t leave the house without wearing a jacket, can’t look in the mirror too long. At least my dysphoria doesn’t drive me to suicide, but it’s drained me in every other way possible.

So, thank you for existing. I burst into tears today when I saw your profile. Thank you for reminding me that this…isn’t my forever. I just need to pull through. Joy is waiting on the other side.

Hey, Anon. Sounds like you have a bachelors + advanced degree lined up? I hate that college is so fraught for young trans people right now, when it should be your chance to start expressing some personal freedom.

A lot can change in just a few years, and change for the better can happen faster if you plan what you can now. Part of my transition stalled simply because I was just waiting for something Good to happen to me, instead of making it happen. (Working on job skills, being responsible with my money, meeting other queer people, etc.)

If you *are* to be stuck in Limbo for a while, please don't fall back on "at least I'm not suicidal" when evaluating your mental health. I did this for 13 years, and so much of me broke down under the weight of that inertia -- my family hoarding triggered and my depression got so bad, I nearly became homeless.

If it helps, here's a timeline of my own journey:

4: knew I was a boy

20: tried to come out, didn't go well, went back in the closet

21: too depressed for grad school for my music degree, went to tech school and fell into a stagnant web career

27: dad died, stress made a lot of my mental issues worse

30: near rock-bottom, got fired from work, nearly lost my house, living below poverty line, drained retirement, credit score probably like 300, I couldn't even get a secured credit card, new BFF started abusing me

31: started dating (never went well), too poor to fix AC, power frequently shut off, hoard starting to block rooms

33: almost out of money, started HRT, lost a lot of music gigs, stuck in payday loan hell

34: found steady employment again tho at a toxic web shop, $45k/year, cleaned up my hoard for the first time

36: met my partner, lost my virginity, started hanging out with queer people

37: got AC fixed, slowly started improving home, stopped being stealth, partner moved in with me

38: told abuser to fuck off

40: got top surgery, caught up on back taxes w/the IRS, able to secure credit again

41: got out of a toxic job industry, free from payday loans, started making $80k/year in a new field

41: got married to my partner, hoard pretty under control now

45: broke 6 figures for my salary

46: left Florida, bought a house

47: got a promotion to a senior role, hit 800 credit score, home is clean and organized (except for some stalled unpacking, I'll get there...), working on rebuilding my retirement

It was really around age 37 where I made a concerted effort to plan my way out of my shitty living situation. It's also when I really embraced being queer. I wish I had managed it earlier, but I was a goddamned mess and hid a lot from my family & friends. And I didn't know how to energize myself when things felt bleak.

So, please avoid my mistakes by taking efforts to set a higher bar for your mood. Get outside in nature, make things with your hands, consume and spread queer art, try to find safe outlets for expressing and exploring your gender, and above all, create a network where you can safely vent and have folks take care of you when you need help. Stoicism goes toxic far too quickly - you're going to need to cry *and* become a shoulder to cry upon.

And then pick yourself back up and continue with your plan towards joy. I believe in you - I don't think it'll be as long as it appears. <3

[mrs-weasley-reid]

SWEET ADDICTION

Spencer Reid x bau!reader

Synopsis: Spencer always felt afraid you'd be too sweet for him. Turns out, you were just the right spice he needed. Word Count: 1800+ WARNING: Fluff with a pinch of spice. A/N: an alternate narrative draft of my other published draft, Regrets Sting... enjoy✨

Spencer found you saccharine.

As a colleague, a friend, and... an enchanting woman.

He spent most of his days hypervigilant, careful not to fall for your tempting, bright smiles and witty jokes.

He watched you smile warmly to each and every family of the victims you'd ever encounter. Spencer would never stop bragging about his high intelligence, but somehow, he couldn't figure you out. You were a beguiling force to behold, an enigma of kindness and walking epitome of apricity.

Spencer loves everything about you. He loves you. He was obsessed with you. Craved your presence. Greedy for your attention.

He was afraid that whatever feelings brewed in his chest were going to ravage you. Afraid that he'd ruin a beautiful art due to his impulsivity.

So he chose friendship. He had to, or else...

He became your motivator. Your stimulus. Your best friend.

He was there for you. He was there when a case became too heavy. He lent you his day off. He became your personal therapist, listening to all your vents in the hopes that it would stop the nightmares just for one night. He kept you company, reading a book to you until you drifted off to sleep but left as soon as he tucked you in.

And without you, or him, knowing, he fell for your addicting sweetness all over again. Spencer Reid was in love with you.

He felt guilty. Falling for you right after being in love with someone else because he wanted to avoid falling for you. Even Spencer couldn't make sense of himself. It was a mind-boggling conflict.

And yet, Spencer held himself back for as long as he could. He made himself believe that all he wanted was your friendship. Shoving his feelings into a box as if it were a dirty sin, he tried to keep a secret.

The deeper he fell for you, the more obvious it became to the team.

JJ figured it out first when Spencer put in too much effort to make you smile after a case that hit too close to home. You have been bland with everyone but not with Spencer. He managed to get you to laugh just by saying a couple of nerdy jokes. She knew, then, that you'd be the perfect match.

Emily and Derek noticed Spencer's smittenness at the same time. You were all on a case, and the unsub's victims disturbingly fit you. Spencer was protective of you and knew exactly how it'd make you feel. So he always kept you in his line of sight and insisted on working with you before Hotch had the chance to object. Of course, along with that was Penelope squealing about her suspicions that Spencer had a huge crush on you.

Rossi had a hunch. He saw Spencer's eyes light up every time you walked into any room, staring at you for as long as he could. One time, he saw Spencer organize your case file in the way you preferred: written detailed descriptions instead of photos. And he suspected that Spencer had done so since your first day with the team.

Hotch? He always knew but kept his mouth shut. Spencer went to him for any type of indirect romantic advice. Spencer was experiencing childish love, so who was Hotch to ruin it for the boy genius?

And so it goes...

JJ would ritually give Spencer new, interesting facts about you. Emily would become suggestive whenever you made Spencer his daily cup of sugar with drops of coffee. Derek would flirt with you whenever he caught Spencer staring at you, then report to Penelope about the progress in their project: get Spencer to confess. Rossi, at times, pulled Spencer back from his trance whenever he started to malfunction because of something you did that made his stomach flip. And Hotch was Spencer's go-to companion. Vaguely describing his feelings for you in hopes that the unit chief had some sort of advise in return.

So he could only imagine the heartbreak when you arrived one morning with an unfamiliar scent of shampoo and a giddy smile as you walked in with the precinct's detective.

He immediately expressed his disapproval. Of course, you were confused about it. What was worse was you didn't know why. And worse than that was Spencer couldn't tell you why.

Or so he thought.

"I don't understand why you're making a big deal out of this," You walked into an interrogation room.

"Just because Det. Lohan is an old friend of yours does not mean he can be trusted. You haven't seen the guy in years. I think it's safe to say that sleeping with him was not a smart choice." Spencer wanted to smack himself for his poor choice of words, but he'd rather you lecture him than spend more time with the detective that still lingered on your hair.

You laughed, not taking his words personally. "Spence, I'm a woman with two guns dangling on each side of her hips. I can take care of myself." You took his worry into account and yet made your decision clear.

Out of nowhere, Spencer pushed you by your hips against the door. You gasped out of shock, a dangerous sound that rang in his ears.

"Still think you'd be safe?" Spencer could barely look at you. He didn't know what he would do if he did.

"You're making him sound more dangerous than he is. This is clearly not about keeping me safe. What's going on? You know you can always talk to me." Your voice was like honey. It was sweet and kind. You had no doubt, no suspicion. You trusted him too much. You were too sweet on him.

Spencer released a sharp sigh. He really had no other choice, did he? "I'm in love with you," He muttered under his breath but loud enough to tickle your ear.

Your expression changed. You took time to read whatever his eyes could say, but you came up with nothing, "Spence... you already rejected me. You said we're better off friends. You said you weren't attracted to me." You kept your tone unfairly soft, filling him with guilt.

"I lied, okay?!" Spencer was losing his cool. How much you affected his mood was beyond torture.

"Well, that's not fair... I was in love with you. Told you how I felt." Your face was sullen. "And what? I'm supposed to just take you in my arms because now you want me?" You gently pushed him, looking down on your feet. "I'd like to be alone, please." You were firm with your words, hurt lingering under your breath.

"Was?" Spencer queried.

You looked back up, "What?"

He stepped closer, "You said, 'I was in love with you.' You're not anymore?" Spencer's eyes bore into your very soul. It felt like he was interrogating you with a different charge of crime than a few seconds ago.

"That's not the point," You barely managed to sound in control. His entire demeanor changed, focusing on one phrase.

"You don't love me anymore?" Spencer moved closer, leaving nothing but his breath between the two of you. He quickly glanced at your lips, then stared at you once more, making sure you saw what he just did.

You subtly gulped, swallowing the sudden lump in your throat. "What are you—"

"Say you still love me, and I'll kiss you," It was as if every restraint Spencer had finally snapped the longer he was alone with you. He has been restricting himself from every inch of you, after all, despite you being unaware of it.

You shook your head, lifting your chin up, "I'm really not in the mood to play games with you, Spence. Why can't you just leave the entire thing alone?" You hoped he couldn't hear how loud your heart was beating right in your ear.

Spencer's eyes soften. He drooled at the sight of your lips, leaning his forehead on yours. Spencer closed his eyes in desperation, "Please say you love me so I can kiss you..." He begged in a small whisper.

A lot of possibilities and doubts flooded your senses, but only one thing rang in your head.

"I—" You didn't get the chance to say it. Spencer's lips were already attached to yours.

Your mind went blank, and your knees turned weak. If he hadn't wrapped an arm around your waist, you would've long fallen on the floor and ruined the euphoric moment you were in.

His kiss wasn't anything like you'd imagine. Nowhere near the gentleness you've known him to be. His kisses were desperate and eager.

Spencer pressed your back against the two-way mirror, harsher than when he'd pushed you against the door. The loud thud echoed in the entire room. His kisses became hotter and hungrier by the second.

And just as his lips were about to trail down to your jaw...

"Uhm—"

You froze at the sound of the speaker sending feedback, lightly tapping Spencer to abruptly stop.

"Sorry... But, uh, the interrogation room's actually not empty. At least not on our side." JJ spoke from the speaker.

You bit your lower lip as you tightly closed your eyes, "I know I'm going to regret this, but who's with you?" Your voice cracked from utter embarrassment.

The speaker spilled a chuckle all over the room, "You got room for another, sweetheart?" Derek could barely hold his laugh as he spoke.

"Count me in, too," Emily chimed in, creating another horrible feedback.

Spencer squinted at the mirror as if he'd be able to see them the more he stared at his reflection. You were glad your back was against, or else they would've seen how red your face became.

"Uh... Can you leave? Please?" You looked up at the ceiling. You couldn't even look at Spencer's face from the embarrassment you were feeling.

"Just don't make a mess. We still need to use the room for the unsub later." Derek teased.

"No promises," Spencer grinned at you, making your face heat up more than it already was.

Emily's amused laughter echoed, "Getting a little too pride of yourself there, Reid." Her voice went one-eighth octave lower. "I won't hesitate to beat you up if you do some dumb shit."

You waited for at least a minute to make sure that they did leave before you collapsed on the floor with your hands covering your face.

Spencer squatted in front of you and took your hands, intertwining your fingers. "Regret falling in love with me yet?" A playful smirk danced over his lips.

"Right now? I do. I really, really do." But you were too sweet for him. So you rolled your eyes, groaning in indecisiveness, "I really don't."

"Yeah," Spencer couldn't help but smile, "You really don't." He grabbed your face by the cheek and stole another kiss.

Spencer couldn't help it. You were his sweet addiction. And he'd keep it that way as long as you let him.

reid masterlist | masterlist

[buckevantommy]

Bucktommy Fixit where they reconnect next year and become friends - albeit ones who mostly converse via text and only really see each other on calls or running into each other at a bar etc. They don’t actually make plans to hang out, they just keep in touch. But keeping in touch turns into daily text conversations about anything and everything which turns into post-shift phonecalls at least once a week.

Meanwhile: Buck is casually dating, maybe more than one person, because he’s not looking to settle down right now he’s just looking to have some fun and meet some interesting people. But he starts dating one guy a little more seriously, to the point he stops dating others.

Also: Tommy’s been seeing a therapist. And doing art therapy. And trying his damndest not to turn into a sad lonely old man. It was a new year’s resolution kind of thing. He’d dated casually but soon realised it was better to just meet his base needs and focus on platonic relationships - like new friends and old friends, acquaintances and coworkers, and what little family he still talks to. 

Someone asks how Buck’s new boyfriend feels about Buck texting his ex-boyfriend so much (and Buck has mixed feelings about all of that: having an ex-boyfriend and a second boyfriend makes him giddy and conflicted all at once). He starts to wonder if he shouldn’t be texting Tommy so much now that he’s dating someone properly. But he doesn’t get the same want to text his boyfriend about his work day or random things in his life, and when they do text it’s brief and he doesn’t respond to Buck’s rambling trains of thought the same way Tommy does. He thinks it’s fine. Not everyone is a texter. And Tommy is his friend and people text their friends all the time while dating or being married.

But it’s different when it’s an ex. And Buck hasn’t told his current boyfriend that the friend he’s always texting with is an ex. Not that current boyfriend is aware of how much they’re texting or how often they talk on the phone. And current boyfriend knows Buck’s ex is called Tommy. And Buck always just says ‘a friend’ whenever current boyfriend asks who pinged him. Never ‘just’ a friend; Tommy will never be that for Buck, despite everything.

Things come to a head late one night after/during a rough shift or after a fight with Buck’s current boyfriend. Buck calls Tommy and vents because Tommy always lets him vent and always listens to what he has to say, and then he broaches what they haven’t discussed since reconnecting months ago: does Tommy ever think about where they’d be right now if they were still together?Buck has taken responsibility for his part in moving too fast, but he wants to know more about Tommy’s headspace now compared to when things ended between them. It’s curiousity in that ‘what if’ sense, but he also wants to know how Tommy is really doing, if he’s opening himself up to people, letting himself be happy, be loved.

There’d been a closure type of conversation not long after they reconnected, with Tommy apologizing and being sincerely happy for Buck and mentioning how he’s been working on himself a lot in the time since. And buck was happy for him but Tommy held back on details about what exactly he was doing and what that meant for him and his future relationships. He wanted Tommy to want to tell him, so he didn’t pry, but he liked the idea of being a friend Tommy could be open and honest with.

“Evan..”

Tommy knows he hates when he calls him ‘Buck’, but he never actually switched back to ‘Evan’, instead just kind of omitted saying his name altogether. Buck wonders what he’s listed as on Tommy’s phone. On Buck’s phone Tommy is ‘TK’, and he’s told more than one white lie to more than one nosey person that it was a firefighter friend from Texas - gay but happily married. He does keep in touch with T.K., but there’s periods between his letters on Buck’s contact list.

Tommy already said he’s sorry. He’s already told Buck it wasn’t his fault, that he would’ve ended things eventually even if they took their time with every step and that’s on him, it’s his issues and his life, not Buck’s.

“I can’t think about that.”

“I think about it all the time.”

Buck has a boyfriend and he’s happy, but he thinks about his ex-boyfriend slash current friend and what they could’ve looked like today if Buck had found a way to make Tommy believe he wanted all of him. He tells himself it’s to know himself better, to be better prepared and try harder next time. But he’s kidding himself if he says it’s not because he still has feelings for Tommy.

“You have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah.”

“I just want you to be happy.”

And.. he is. He is happy with current boyfriend. But he was happy with Tommy. And he can’t help wondering if he was happier with Tommy than he is right now, or if Tommy was right and his excitement and wonder about being in a queer relationship got muddled up with how he felt about Tommy. He still doesn’t know. He wishes he knew. 

“I was happy with you.” Tommy sighs over the line but Buck doens’t let him cut things off. “I know you think it was puppy love, and that I didn’t know you well enough, but.” But. He knows Tommy better now. Tommy has opened up to him as a friend, sharing personal details about himself and his past - not everything Buck wants to know and he never could bring himself to ask, but he’s learned things about Tommy in these past few months that he wishes he’d known when they were dating. And he wants to know more. He wants to know it all. 

“But?”

“Sometimes, it works backwards.” Sometimes you get to know someone and fall for them, and then you learn dark things about their past or get a better look at their emotional baggage or they go through a rough time. And some people break up because it’s too much or not what they wanted. But some people simply care more, and become stronger together for it. Buck wanted the chance to know Tommy better, to be there with him through the bad times. He never got to find out how things would’ve gone but he thinks he knows his own heart well enough to know he wouldn’t have abandoned or rejected or hated or been fed up with Tommy because he has a past or he’s imperfect or life threw some crap at him.

Buck knows people are more than they seem. He wants to see them for everything they are, to be trusted with that, the same way he wants to be seen in return and wanted anyway.

“What does?”

“Love.”

Sometimes, you love someone more after you learn the bad stuff - or what they think is bad - not less.

Buck breathes in as Tommy remains quiet.

“I didn’t have to know all of you to love you, Tommy. And whatever you think about how I would’ve reacted to the things you didn’t share with me, you’re wrong. I know I would’ve loved you anyway. And not out of pity, or some misguided infatuation, but because knowing you better means getting to love more of you, it means loving you better.”

Tommy doesn’t respond, and when there’s a bleep from Buck’s phone he thinks Tommy hung up - except he didn’t: it’s a facetime request. They’ve done this a few times before but only for something on a call or because it was easier for Buck to show Tommy what he was talking about in realtime rather than try to send through photos and videos.

Tommy fills his screen looking soft around the edges, hair and clothes and face bed-rumpled. His face is drawn into something that threatens to break Buck’s heart again; it beats in aching memory and yearns in equal measure. You’re good, he wants to say, you don’t deserve what you put on yourself.

“Tommy..”

[xomakara]

Between Us

SUMMARY |  When Johnny and Yunho get a little too jealous that you can't pick a favorite between them. PAIRINGS |  NCT Johnny x Reader x ATEEZ Yunho RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+ GENRE |  idol!Johnny, idol!Yunho, photographer!Reader, smut, established relationships, polyamorous relationship, threesome, jealousy CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, oral sex (both female/male receiving/giving), dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, creampies LENGTH |  9,508 words TAGLIST | — NETWORKS |  @illusionnet @cromernet @wonderlandnet @k-vanity @othersideoutlawsnetwork @ksmutsociety AUTHOR’S NOTE |  Sooooo… I decided to throw both my NCT and ATEEZ bias in one fic together because of this video. Originally, it was going to be Doyoung instead of Johnny but I decided to go with my giant man lolol. And man, just actually thinking of being sandwiched by both Johnny and Yunho is making me feral lolol. Thank you @wooahaeproductions for the pretty banner!! 💚 Show support by liking, commenting and reblogging. Love you all 💚

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You were fucked. Absolutely fucked.

It was one thing to be sleeping with them separately at different times throughout the year and just trying to avoid detection. Now you were here alone with both of them, you didn't know what they had in store.

They were in your apartment all of a sudden with seemingly no warning. And then the first words that came out of their mouths were as soon as they saw each other…

"Why is he here?" They ask together, their faces displaying similar sour expressions.

Johnny let out a heavy sigh as he plopped on your couch, eyeing the tall, young man that seemed so confused standing in front of you. You awkwardly held an arm in front of each of them, as if they were about to lunge at each other the moment that you dropped your arms. But Yunho didn't move, and neither did Johnny. There was only tension hanging in the air.

Of course they knew about each other. How could they not, being in the same industry and all? Who would've thought that they would both have fallen for you, a freelance creative designer and photographer? You were an established creative in the industry, despite your young age and experience and this had gotten you working with both of them (as well as others from their respective groups) on separate occasions. That was the way that you met them and became quickly enthralled by each others' professional talents. Your love for their music and their love for your art helped make your relationships blossom.

Yet despite their music being vastly different from one another, what attracted you to them was their friendliness and kindness. Johnny could come off as intimidating because of how tall and good looking that he was, but he had the aura of caring for others that made it so easy to become attached to him. Then there was Yunho who was warm and protective and upbeat, making everything seem light and happy around him. They were so similar yet so different, you didn't know why or how you wound up loving them both.

You've been in a relationship with Johnny the longest out of your whole dating history. For five years, he was there for you during the tough times when your exhibits and gallery displays weren't selling, through the tears and breakdowns and fears of "What's the point in this anymore?!" He'd been the best emotional support you could have asked for, letting you vent it all out to him and being there to bring you back up on your feet whenever it seemed like no one in the world loved or cared for you and your artwork. He had been an amazing comfort and you felt like you could never replace him or anything that he did for you.

Yet your relationship was fairly new with Yunho who gave you just as much strength in different ways than Johnny had. For the past year, he helped you break out of your mold and be more brave with your designs, feeling okay with being expressive with your color choices, patterns, and with different techniques. He told you that you didn't need to follow rules and that your artwork would be so much more beautiful if you did. And he was absolutely right; when you finally got the courage to step away from what others expected of you, you saw the works that you did sell skyrocket. You wouldn't have gotten to where you are right now without him. And if he hadn't pushed you to take more risks, you didn't know how you would have lasted under the intense stress that came with being an artist in this day and age.

And so you were stuck between two incredible guys, in both a professional and a romantic sense. There was no easy way of breaking up with either of them because they each inspired you so much, and you didn't have the heart to do either of them wrong. So one day, you told them separately that you were seeing other men, thinking that it would be a clean and easy cut. Neither Johnny nor Yunho reacted as badly as you expected, but they both tried to stay out of each other's way when it came to you.

"Let me make coffee," you mumbled, slipping into the kitchen and making your morning drink while you kept your eyes trained on them the best that you could over the countertops. There was still no movement, and the silence between the men in the other room was almost deafening. You could barely concentrate on pouring yourself a mug, and once the coffee machine was off, you scurried back to the living room to intervene. The second you sat between the pair of them on the couch, though, all hell seemed to break loose.

"Look," Johnny begins, sitting forward on the couch and holding his hands up.

"Why? You're going to tell us it was a mistake coming to see her," Yunho replied, leaning his long body back against the cushions.

You found yourself wishing that you were still in bed, maybe you were still asleep, maybe it was a dream and they hadn't shown up at your place uninvited. Or at least it could have waited until the afternoon.

"Guys, please, look—" you attempted to say.

Johnny looked unamused. "What are we supposed to do, Y/N? Come here every time the other isn't around and take turns on who stays?"

"Johnny-oppa!" you exclaimed. He was making things so complicated.

Yunho cleared his throat. "Oh, so he's oppa?"

"You guys are the same age," Johnny rolled his eyes. "What else is she supposed to call you?"

"Guys, if you'll give me just a minute, maybe I could—" But their bickering began to drown out your voice.

Johnny laughed. "She doesn't have to call you anything other than your name if you weren't such a fickle flake."

Yunho furrowed his brow. "Oh, I see, just because you're older means that everything is okay and there's no issue, is that it? Of course a brute like you would feel entitled to take her."

"Entitled? Just because I've known her for longer doesn't mean I'm entitled to her or whatever stupid shit you're thinking," Johnny looked angry now, sitting at the very end of the couch. "She's only interested in you because she feels like you're a new challenge. New shiny toy."

"Look at me! Have you seen me?" Yunho was nearly standing now as well. You were positive he was going to hit Johnny, if not the couch if you didn't put a stop to this. "You're pushing thirty now and she's obviously realized it and has turned her attention to better and more youthful individuals like me—"

"Guys!" you shouted, grabbing both of their arms. "Stop talking about me as if I'm not right here, will you?"

They stopped fighting, but still eyed each other angrily from where they were. Johnny bit back whatever he was about to say before relaxing against your hold on him. Yunho settled into the couch a little, his hair a little tousled. 

"For God's sake," you continued, covering your face and sighing heavily. They were being ridiculous. They were not going to fight, not right here in your living room on a random Friday morning. "It was already complicated enough before and now this? This is ridiculous," you complained, shaking your head and crossing your arms in a huff. 

"You're the one who's sleeping with us both, babe," Yunho frowned slightly at you, leaning his tall body towards you with his large hand resting on your knee. "Can't you choose already? I'm still young and-"

"You don't want an old man like me, huh?" Johnny muttered. He couldn't hide how defeated he sounded. He wasn't getting any younger, but that wasn't exactly something he was aware of before. You just made him feel young, made him feel so special. "Is that it, Y/N? Are you bored of an old man like me? We've been at it for five years, so I understand if—"

"What?" you responded immediately. He couldn't have thought it was because of something that minor, right? "Oppa, you're only four years older than I am. Where is this coming from?" 

You cupped his cheek with a soft hand, forcing him to look at you. His eyes were glossed over. He had genuinely thought about losing you because you'd rather be with a man in the peak of his twenties and he was nearing thirty. You needed to comfort him and reaffirm him in every way possible. "Johnny, don't be silly. I could never grow tired of you. If anything, it's my art, it's the stress and—it has nothing to do with you being older. Don't ever think like that. Ever."

Johnny immediately took you into his arms, holding you tightly and stroking the hair along your back. He nuzzled his nose in your hair. "I can't ever let go of you, baby girl."

Your touch was so nice and tender and Johnny let out an uncharacteristic sigh before clearing his throat to compose himself. It wasn't lost on Yunho, either, as he watched you lovingly tend to the other. But the latter remained silent and stared down at his socked feet while you tended to the older man.

"And you—" you started, pointing a finger at Yunho, who immediately straightened his posture at the tone of your voice. You quickly reverted it back to a gentler one, knowing that wasn't how you actually wanted to talk to him or any of them. But, damn it, you needed to do something to get these men to see reason and listen to what you had to say. "Do you honestly believe this is about age? After all the time we've spent together, and seeing how upset Johnny is over thinking he's not good enough, is that seriously all you've understood?"

"I—" Yunho started, swallowing. He knew better than to argue. "No," he admitted.

You sighed again and stood up, unable to deal with the mess that your relationship—relationships, plural—had turned into in a matter of days. But neither of the men made a motion to follow you. They waited until you had shut the door to your bedroom, thinking they had messed up everything before deciding that the only thing for them to do now was sort it out between themselves and explain.

But after a long while, you didn't leave the bedroom. Rather, neither of them heard you stir from the space and both looked worried, the tension of the air having disappeared.

"I fucked up," Johnny concluded, running his hand through his dark hair. "She didn't leave us, but I know it's probably my fault and not yours."

Yunho's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Johnny. "Wait, what? You think it's your fault? I never thought it was that serious, but now I feel like it's my fault..."

"It can't be your fault, Yunho." Johnny tilted his head slightly.

The two of them continued like that for what felt like a long time. They weren't actually yelling or raising their voices, but somehow their discussion—if they could even call it that—just went back and forth with the two of them bouncing blame around between each other until it reached a stalemate. They had somehow formed a bond over how much they messed up.

"You love her too, huh, sunbae-nim?" Yunho quietly asked. There was a soft smile on his handsome face as his hand reached out and gently patted the other's shoulder.

"Just call me hyung," Johnny answered with a little laugh. He shook his head as he replied. "And there's no reason to hide it from you. How could I not fall for someone like her? She's an incredible woman - a perfect balance of gentle and caring, yet strong and confident." He spoke with genuine warmth, his shoulders relaxing as he gazed towards your room. "What about you? Do you love her?"

"Oh, fuck." Yunho leaned back against the sofa, staring up at the ceiling ."I never understood what a real relationship was until I met her. So yeah, I think I'm falling in love with her. It sounds crazy, right?" He trailed off, his thoughts a jumbled mess. The more he focused on you, the harder it was to think clearly. He ran his hands over his face, anxiety creeping in. "What if she leaves us both now?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Yunho's worry about you leaving amused Johnny, who chuckled lightly. "Well, I guess we'd have it coming." A thought struck him - maybe there was a solution. With a playful grin, he leaned in and patted Yunho's shoulder. "What if we shared her?" he suggested, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves.

"W-what?" Yunho stuttered, taken aback by the unexpected suggestion.

"We're both head over heels for her, aren't we?" Johnny said, a nervous edge to his voice. The idea sounded crazy even in his own head, and saying it aloud made him feel ridiculous. Time was limited, but if it meant keeping you happy and in their lives, wasn't it worth a shot? "She clearly doesn't want to choose between us, and we can't bear to lose her. But neither of us is willing to give her up to the other." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of his own suggestion.

Yunho watched with curious eyes, barely catching up with what his sunbae was trying to say. What kind of absurd suggestion was that?

"She's an amazing woman, of course," Johnny continued. "Sharing a girlfriend has to be tricky. But if anyone can figure this out, then shouldn't it be us? Think about it, I'm sure it would make her happy to know that her boyfriends don't have to stop seeing her anymore and everyone can be satisfied."

"I mean...if it's just you and me with her, and not anything between us...then yeah," Yunho mumbled softly. He chewed on his lip, considering the idea carefully before meeting Johnny's eyes. "I'm only doing this for her. As long as I can still be with her, I'm willing to try this crazy plan."

Johnny extended his hand, sealing the agreement with a firm handshake. "Deal," he confirmed, a sense of relief washing over him.

Both men shook hands and agreed. They felt an immense sense of relief wash over them, glad that there was now a solution. They were planning to spend the rest of their lives with you anyways. The first step was already the hard part. Now, all they had to do was convince you.

Before approaching you, they decided to iron out the details of their unconventional arrangement. Neither had been in this kind of relationship before, and there was a lot to discuss to ensure things ran smoothly. They talked through every possible scenario, doing their best despite their lack of experience. They hoped their plan would work.

Your bedroom door suddenly creaked open, prompting the men on the couch to silence their conversation. Their heads turned in your direction, and you looked at them with your arms still crossed.

"So? What do the both of you have to say for yourselves, hm?" you inquired with a sharp tone. They swallowed, sitting straighter. You may look small but you could certainly fill a room.

Yunho was the one who spoke first. "First, we want you to know how sorry we are, baby. It was wrong of the both of us. I promise it'll never happen again."

"Yeah, no more of this. Just us from now on," Johnny added with a serious nod. "From now on, you have our full attention, all the time that we have and are willing to give. It should all be given to you, and you alone."

"But how do I know I can trust the two of you after this? Look at you, arguing right in the middle of my living room first thing in the morning," you exclaimed, exasperatedly flinging your hands up. "Honestly, what makes you think you can come to my home and fight each other like this, huh? Answer me that."

Johnny interjected before Yunho could speak, "To be honest, baby, you've got us both on edge. It's hard not to point fingers when we both love you so much and want the same from you."

"Honestly, Y/N, you never leave my mind. All I want to do is be with you all the time," Yunho added quickly, a frown appearing on his boyish face.

You pursed your lips and studied the two men who were gazing at you longingly with the sweetest expressions they could muster. The kind of gaze that made you melt inside, like they would do anything to prove their undying devotion for you. The pair of them seemed ready to get off the couch and on their knees to plead with you, even. It was too cute for you to handle so early in the morning.

"I love both of you so damn much, I swear," you quietly answered. Tears were pricking the corners of your eyes. "I can't bear to leave either of you, can't stand not being the one who puts smiles on your beautiful faces, and I can't—I don't ever want to stop hearing you tell me how wonderful and amazing I am. So how the fuck could I possibly choose?"

Johnny stood, crossing the room to where you waited, your lower lip trembling. He drew you into his strong embrace, his lips finding yours in a tender kiss. Yunho soon joined them, his hand hovering near yours as he sought Johnny's silent consent to take his turn.

Johnny smiled and pulled away so the latter could kiss your soft lips with his own. Each kiss was slow, warm and felt incredible. And you moaned quietly in between them while their arms embraced you. They didn't let you go.

"How did I fall for two giant men like you two?" you murmured after the many minutes of making out with each of the boys' lips.

"Don't pretend you don't like it." Yunho laughed at you, kissing the top of your head.

"Are you alright?" Johnny asked softly, lifting your chin with a gentle touch. He sensed your inner turmoil, the struggle of loving two men and the anticipation of a painful separation. His eyes searched yours, filled with tenderness. "Do you understand that neither of us can walk away now? We know how deeply you care for us, and our feelings for you are just as strong."

You nodded, still sniffling but much calmer now that they've clarified where your relationships stood.

"So, can we keep dating you?" Yunho asked, his grip on your hands tightening. The thought of losing you was unbearable. "Johnny and I can learn to get along and share you, can't we? Please say yes. I've never met anyone as incredible as you, and the thought of not being with you is breaking my heart." His voice was filled with desperation and hope. "This can work, right?"

Their hopeful expressions melted your heart. You couldn't resist their pleas, nodding enthusiastically as you reached out to caress their cheeks. Pulling them close, you kissed each of them, unable to deny the affection shining in their eyes.

"I know this sounds crazy," Johnny admitted, kissing your forehead gently. He held you close, his arm a protective barrier around you. "It could all go terribly wrong, and someone could get hurt. But there's something undeniably special here, something worth exploring. It's more than just romance."

"Baby, we'd never intentionally hurt you." Yunho glanced at his sunbae before sighing, cupping your face and admiring how perfect you were. "It's a chance I'm more than willing to take if you'll let me. I would do anything to be with you for the rest of my life."

"The rest of your life?" You blinked.

"Absolutely," he responded. "Why? Don't you feel the same way?"

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. How could Yunho look so cute and be so genuine when he asked you a question like that? You held his hand that was cradling your face and squeezed. "Of course I feel the same way," you admitted quietly, nuzzling his palm.

You turned around and glanced back at the handsome Johnny, his arm still wrapped around you. He gave a gentle kiss to the top of your head and replied, "You have my heart forever, darling. The two of you are stuck with me whether either of you like it or not," he finished with a small chuckle.

A giggle escaped from your mouth. "Can I just say one more thing?" They hummed, gazing deeply into your eyes with the utmost attention, waiting to hear what you had to say. Instead of keeping that in, you let the question spill past your lips. "Can you both kiss me now?"

They eagerly fulfilled your request, their bodies enveloping yours in a warm embrace. Their lips trailed kisses along your neck and shoulders, savoring the taste of your skin and the soft moans that escaped your lips. A blush crept onto your cheeks, and you hoped they hadn't noticed the effect their combined touch was having on you - at least, not yet.

But judging by how their fingertips had already roamed down your side and began touching you in other places, you were definitely sure that both of them noticed how wet you were for them. Especially with Johnny whispering hotly into the shell of your ear.

"Tell me what you want us to do to you, sweetheart," Johnny growled.

"What is it, baby?" Yunho murmured. He nibbled on the skin of your throat, and you let out a deep and shuddering breath. "Speak."

"W-wait," you moaned in between kisses. "I want—I need you both."

"We're already yours," Johnny squeezed the flesh of your ass with a large hand before running the tip of his nose over your collarbone and drawing another moan from the back of your throat.

You giggled and lightly slapped his bicep, muttering something under your breath about being cheesy before turning around to face the tall, younger man. With an enticing smile, you dropped to your knees and unbuttoned his pants. You slid them down to his ankles, taking a second to admire the huge outline of his cock tenting his boxer briefs.

You heard him groan above you and when you glanced up to meet his gaze, the desperate pleading expression on Yunho's face had you working even faster. With his boxers pushed down, his cock sprung up before your wide eyes.

"Open up," he murmured gently, massaging your neck and easing the nerves he was certain you were feeling in this moment. 

And you did.

A long and low grunt fell from his lips as he slowly eased his impressive dick past the fullness of your pretty lips and down the silk of your tongue. You relaxed your throat as you felt him make himself comfortable and nuzzle his cock inside. It wasn't too long before his balls met the line of your bottom jaw.

"Such a perfect little mouth. Isn't she a good girl?" Yunho muttered. His long fingers slid past the silky strands of your hair. It made you whine softly from his praise, and he felt the soft hum against his length and the vibration tingle him. His grip tightened a little in your locks.

You dragged your tongue against his girth, staring up with wide and loving eyes. And you felt how his legs trembled. His face twisted in pure ecstasy. Your mouth pulled back, stretching around the throbbing vein lining the length of his shaft. "Yunho, do you like that? Do you like how your cock fits perfectly in my mouth?"

He gave a moan and a shiver and slowly his hips began rocking. In response, your small hands clutched the smooth curve of his ass. Your fingers spread apart and took hold of a firm cheek in each hand. He gave a quiet grunt above you with each thrust.

"Fuck," he quietly whispered. "You're doing great, baby."

Your tongue danced around the swollen tip, pulling off for a few short seconds with a long trail of saliva still connecting you two and slurping the dripping precum into your mouth before popping it back into your warm, wet mouth. Yunho whimpered, pulling your head towards him a little further and causing the tip of his hard dick to hit the back of your throat. But you could take it.

"Fuck," Johnny quietly commented at the back. You could barely pay attention, focused completely on your man and the cock in your mouth, his salty cum and musk filling your nostrils and filling all of your senses. It had been far too long since you had him in your mouth.

With a hand threaded through the hairs at the base of your scalp, Yunho lazily thrust in and out of your wet mouth. You kept your head as still as possible while you allowed him to fuck you in your throat, drool dribbling down your chin.

It was a sight that Johnny didn't think he could hold off from any longer. His hardened cock ached at the sight of it, pressing against the front of his sweatpants as he slowly moved behind you.

Your arms shook slightly on the hardwood floor beneath your knees and Yunho released you to check in, a soft and concerned expression appearing on his handsome face as he brushed your hair out of the way. You smiled appreciatively as you took in deep, heaving breaths of air. You gave him a slight nod as your lips and lungs recovered from their sore state and you wiped at your spit and saliva mess before returning your tongue back to his thick head. He was coated in your slickness now, and he didn't seem to mind at all, biting his bottom lip and stroking your face with the pads of his thumb. You would take that as an encouragement to continue.

"Fuck, baby," Johnny started. "After you finish sucking Yunho off, we're moving this to the bedroom." He patted the side of your hips before grabbing one ass cheek and roughly smacking the fatness of the cheek before moving aside. "You've got an appointment with my cock next and I've had to sit back and watch far too long today as it is," he grumbled impatiently.

Your pussy clenched around emptiness and you whined around Yunho's dick, knowing how insatiable and demanding Johnny could be. Sex with Yunho was intimate and slow and sweet, just like their dates. But with Johnny, you didn't have that patience. He was always ravenous and starved for you, and you could never stop him from getting a piece of you whenever the both of you are alone.

The thought of your other lover with the same attitude was making your heart race, pumping your blood at rapid speed until your pussy was gushing out for the both of them. The harder you sucked Yunho's dick, the deeper he groaned, praising and adoring every move of your head, neck, and lips as you pushed him closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. It had been weeks since the last time Yunho came in your mouth, and you were not disappointed.

"Yeah, baby," he whimpered. He thrust his pelvis forward one more time and spilled his hot white load over your tongue, filling your mouth to the point where you're practically drinking him. You took your time drinking him down, licking and sucking until every drop of him had been drained. "Ah, fuck. Yes."

"Yunho," you called softly when you let him slip out of your mouth. A sliver of white cum stained the corner of your lips. He lifted you to your feet and smeared it on his finger before placing his digit back into the warmth of your lips. You licked every trace of cum and spit from his finger with your warm, pink tongue, making him chuckle.

Johnny smacked the side of your hip a little more urgently the second time. "Alright, baby. Bedroom."

"Wait." You stopped him.

His lips flattened into a firm line. You smiled in response and gently gripped the wrist of the hand holding you. "What is it?"

"Your turn," you said sweetly.

"You can suck me off when I have you in the bedroom," Johnny suggested, tugging on your waist in the direction of the bedroom.

"But John~" you pouted with a whine.

That got a groan out of him and it seemed to do the trick in winning him over. Within seconds, he had you slung over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

"How can a giant man like you move so fucking fast," you grunted, shimmying your legs.

He spanked one cheek as a warning. It made your stomach flutter in anticipation. "Don't worry about it. Your bed is waiting. And so am I."

When he threw you on top of the bed, you laid there and allowed your two gorgeous men to strip off every last item of clothing. Even though they had both already seen your body several times, it was making your cheeks flame hot just thinking about the next steps they had in mind for you. Johnny tossed aside the fabric of your pants and panties while Yunho unhooked your bra and gently pressed a kiss to one of your breasts, causing you to shiver beneath them.

Yunho opened his mouth and ran his warm tongue over your erect nipples. A throaty moan fell from your lips. He chuckled, grabbing both of your breasts into his large palms and squeezing, kneading the supple flesh while his tongue swirled around a pink tip.

"Our sweet baby is very excited," Johnny commented as he watched Yunho sucked on your nipple. "All of this is for the two of us? That's quite generous, princess."

You tried your best to glare at him with your half-lidded, sex filled eyes. Johnny sat back against your headboard with a hand lightly placed on his pelvis. His dick was standing straight up, rock hard and throbbing. "Come on, babe. You said it's my turn."

You crawled in front of him and gripped the bottom of his shaft. Johnny grinned as you slowly wrapped your lips around the thick head of him. "Fuck yes. Keep those pretty lips warm, love."

He gazed at the pretty sight of your lips, his hands pulling and stroking and yanking on the ends of your hair until he was fully sheathed in the welcoming warmth of your mouth and tongue. Your spit coated every inch, and Johnny moaned your name, eyes fluttering shut, the sounds of your sucking making his heart hammer quickly. His cock slipped in and out of your mouth over and over again as you moved a hand to wrap your fingers around what your lips couldn't reach, making him tremble with pleasure.

"There you go. Goddamn it feels so good," Johnny grunted. He looked at Yunho who was waiting patiently for a chance with you next, staring with his big round eyes. "Yunho, don't stand there. Finger her pussy or eat her out man."

You hummed at the thought of Yunho's tongue teasing your folds and making you lose yourself all over his mouth and face, a tremble coming from your knees and legs. He approached you from the end of the bed, rubbing your bare thighs and squeezing them tight. His fingertips worked their way over the damp, sensitive spot in between. The sudden sensation of his thumbs touching your pussy made you gasp and moan around Johnny's dick, but your older boyfriend only smiled smugly.

"Just as I thought," Johnny commented, beginning to thrust into your mouth and relishing how hot your cavern felt around his member. "You love Yunho eating out that dripping little pussy, don't you?"

You whined in between moans around his length, hips jerking forward and backwards as a tongue lightly traced the swollen area around your clit. You lifted your bottom half up so that your lover could hold the thick curve of your thighs as his tongue pressed against you.

"Hell yes, princess. Fuck," Johnny groaned deeply, letting his head fall back and resting a large palm atop your head. "Does my dick taste good? Does it, baby? Open wide," he rasped.

A pool of saliva and pre-cum had coated Johnny's thick shaft as you began to pick up the pace of sucking his cock while a tongue lapped at your dripping core and plump folds. It was overwhelming having Johnny force himself deep into your mouth, and feeling him grunt and growl from below you. But you kept on sucking, closing your lips firmly around the thick, sensitive head of him each time before swirling the soft underside of your tongue underneath him.

"Say you want Yunho to put his tongue in your pretty pussy," Johnny urged in a husky voice.

"Babe," you could hear the whining from Yunho's voice. It makes you dizzy with want and desire. The other man's cock jerked on your tongue. Johnny grunted and petted the crown of your hair. "I'm listening," the younger man urged.

"Fuck," you mumbled in-between your moans. You had an aching in your center for Yunho's mouth and touch all over your wet pussy. "Please. Please, Yunho. Eat me, lick my cunt, put your tongue in me, please."

"That's it," Johnny held onto your hair and was rocking into the heat of your mouth with his eyes glued to Yunho below you. "Make our pretty baby feel good, Yunho."

You didn't want to blink and miss one second as you saw the taller man position his head between your thighs and drape his full upper lip around your clitoris. He lapped with his tongue and massaged the little bundle of nerves, causing your thighs to twitch in his hands. The grip on your thigh only grew tighter as his wet mouth pressed in further.

And oh, god.

When his long fingers began to slip up inside, pressing down on the rough patch of skin that had your back arching and you feeling so much pleasure, your lips fell open and you completely lost yourself and became completely unfocused on the cock between your lips. Your eyes fluttered, threatening to fall shut in bliss. The older man shifted and watched you with dark eyes and a small smile.

"Look at you, princess," he started, nudging his thumb against your lip and sighing in delight when it fell open and he shoved the digit between your lips. He palmed himself as he observed the expressions on your face and felt his cock began to pulse from how amazing your lips looked stretched and wet. "Good girl, that's our pretty baby. Yunho's gonna make you come, isn't he? Cum all over his face, baby."

"Yes, John," you whispered obediently, pulling your body together again and hollowing your cheeks before dropping your warm mouth down on his length once again. Johnny moaned quietly as you began to suck. His hips jutted slightly forward into the slickness of your eager, compliant, wet mouth, and you felt a gentle rumble come from the base of his throat in satisfaction.

Yunho's breath suddenly touched your exposed pussy again, causing your nerves to set ablaze, a fiery trail following him down. One arm wraps itself tightly around your thigh and you moan, beginning to suck on the member that was still shoved into your mouth in appreciation. "Baby, you taste so good." He circled his tongue around the hood of your clit, flicking over it a couple times and pushing down firmly. The movement and pressure drew another deep groan from your lungs, vibrating around Johnny's cock and making the man above you curse loudly.

Johnny tugged your head by the roots of your hair, panting hotly. "Sweetheart, get ready. Fuck—"

Before Johnny could give you his last warning, hot seed shot from his tip, filling your mouth. Some dribbled past the corners of your lips and down your chin while the rest was dutifully swallowed. You licked up all that spilled and were careful to be gentle, working on cleaning his pulsing member with your soft and slick lips. Johnny petted your head and groaned softly. He was proud of you, and the best part was watching how wet you were becoming just by pleasuring him.

Johnny pulled his dick away to give Yunho a chance to finish you off. You turned to see Yunho moving his lips around the area, spreading apart and dipping inside. His long fingers curled and straightened back again, slowly caressing and touching you, and you're starting to cry out and shake from pleasure as his tongue works your clit relentlessly. A long and wanton moan leaves your body. Your core clenched and quaked at his skillful lips and fingers. You were a mess by the end, letting the last tremors pass through your body as he slowly stroked your slit in tender circles and loving brushes with his thumbs, working through every pulse and aftershock and encouraging it with soft kisses placed along your inner thighs.

After cleaning Johnny off with your mouth, you turned to see Yunho gazing up at you, chin glistening with your juices. There was a loving smile on his boyish features and then his lanky figure was sliding over you and meeting you for a deep kiss. You hummed when your lips slid together in the midst of exploring the sweetness of the other's mouths.

"It feels different tonight," Yunho mumbled. "With Johnny-hyung here."

"In a good or bad way, Yunho?" You cupped his face, rubbing his cheekbones softly with your thumbs.

His tongue darted out to taste the lingering sweetness on his lips, sending a shiver down your spine. "It's good," he admitted, a hint of bashfulness in his voice. "Maybe it's because all three of us are here together, sharing this intimacy. This is the first time I've seen Johnny with you like this." A nervous laugh escaped him. "Don't get me wrong, but I don't want him to have you all to himself." He mumbled the last part, pressing his forehead against yours, their noses brushing, while Johnny's hand gently swept away the hair from your face, leaving a tender kiss on your temple.

"We're just getting started. You and I, we can't let her catch her breath." A warm chuckle emanated from Johnny's chest as you crawled further up his lap to straddle him. He made sure to show Yunho his eye smile in appreciation. His lips lightly brushed the shell of your ear when he murmured hotly against it. 

"Plus, she likes when I'm rough with her. You're more the...soft and romantic type. Though I know you're a bit more rough than the average Joe," his eyebrow rose with a pointed look at your thighs. He studied your naked, wanting form with darkening orbs before adding, "But still, baby-doll needs more. Right, sweetheart?"

Your jaw clenched. "Johnny, please," you answered quietly, voice sounding small and high-pitched.

A mischievous glint passed the older man's gaze as he spread the lips of your labia, and a smirk of his lips appeared upon seeing your pink insides clench around air and drip for something to stuff you. "Tell us what you want, Y/N." His index finger slipped between your swollen, tender lips and circled around the ring of muscle that made you shudder. "We won't know if you don't tell us. Is it my cock you need or his? Or both?"

"Fuck me," you muttered, gazing up at their handsome features. "With both of you, together. At the same time. Fuck me until I'm screaming," you whimpered.

Johnny grinned. "There it is. So feisty tonight. My cock hungry girl needs to get her needs taken care of. She needs both of us inside her at once. Do you like that, sweet girl?"

"Fuck, Johnny," You nodded. "Yes, yes, that's what I want," you purred, fingers brushing over the bones of his collar.

"Can you handle the both of us?" the young man questioned seriously. "We'll both break you, and I wouldn't forgive myself if we ever hurt you in any way." 

He caressed your cheek with his rough fingers. The back of his knuckle lightly stroked the column of your neck as he examined all of your beautiful curves.

"I promise I want this," you muttered, focusing on the heated touch on your skin. "I can take you, Yunho. Both of you. Just...let's get moving before I die from being empty."

Johnny let out a small laugh, his hands at your hips. "Okay, sweetheart. But the second this goes wrong, if anything is uncomfortable for you, no more, alright?"

You grinned, teeth raking along your plump, bottom lip, and rolled your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." 

You pulled him forward and attached your lips to his before switching around to pull on Yunho and draw the younger man in with an even longer kiss. "Please, I need both of your big dicks stuffed in me. My poor little cunt and ass is lonely without you guys and I really really badly need to be fucked," you finished off by putting extra emphasis on the syllables to add in an extra dramatic flair.

Their smiles only turned into playful growls. 

"Then let us fill your needy pussy and ass up and have you bouncing on both of us at the same time," Johnny purred, leaning in close and leaving sloppy open-mouthed kisses down the crook of your neck, paying special attention to the junction where it met your shoulder. Johnny nuzzled at the expanse of your neck, his large hands gripping your hips to lower you down on his dick.

"Fuck, John~" you hissed under your breath, clawing his shoulders.

"Tightest little cunt I've ever had the pleasure of fucking," he rubbed his nose gently on the apple of your cheek. "Hold on tight, sweetheart. Yunho is behind you, ready to play with your cute, tight ass." 

He kissed your lips softly before swiping his tongue inside your warm cavern and finding your wet one to greet his with an eager slide and sliver. You moaned into his mouth and closed your eyes to relish the feeling.

At the same time, the sound of a cap opening caught your attention, making you peek and catch Yunho squeeze a generous amount of clear, gel-like fluid from a bottle over your ass. A warm thumb immediately pushed into the ring of muscle there to make sure the lube gets nicely coated and rubbed into the entrance. The thumb soon turned into a couple fingers thrusting inside you, slowly scissoring apart to widen you in preparation for another body part, stretching the walls of your hole. You began to pant, toes curling against the duvet cover and palms gripping Johnny tighter as Yunho pressed forward, moving his lubed member to your ass to begin the first push. The tip was at your entrance, waiting.

"Deep breaths, babe," the younger man instructed.

"Do it. Fuck me in the ass, Yunho, please. I'm ready," you huffed out, nodding your head eagerly as Johnny pressed soothing and loving kisses against your throat. You wanted to be full, and now.

Johnny lifted his gaze over your shoulder. He watched the careful expression on Yunho's face, tipping his head to the side. "Slow. And steady," he reminded with a nod of his head.

Yunho smiled slightly, sending him a grin as a way to communicate, 'Don't worry, Hyung, I got this,' in return before turning his gaze back to you. His palm skimmed over your ass, squeezing one cheek and causing you to moan from the pressure. His large and lubricated cock nudged and pushed its way into your tight ring. The stretch burned as Yunho finally thrust into your tight hole. 

"It feels amazing," you whispered, whining. He started out shallow before pushing further until his balls were brushing the curve of your bottom.

"How's this, sweet girl?" Johnny asked, brushing away the stray hairs that hung loosely around your forehead as he pulled away. He smoothed his palm on the surface of the skin.

Your hips begin to push against Johnny, seeking the friction and push inside your pussy as your hole and insides are gradually stretched by Yunho's big member. A low rumble began in Johnny's chest, chuckling at your eagerness and lust.

"Don't stop," you said quietly, shifting a little. "More."

Both men grunted from the friction and pace. "Our greedy, cockhungry girl," Johnny observed with an amused smirk. His grip on your hip tightened. He added, "Tell me how we're doing. I want you to talk me and Yunho through everything. Okay, babe?" He guided your head and cupped a hand at the back of it.

"Big," you tried not to moan. "So...so thick and big. It feels full. God, this is exactly what I need."

"Really? How good does this feel? Tell us, sweet thing," his gaze darkened with desire, enjoying the pleasured face that formed when his cockhead knocked your cervix.

"Fuucckkkk,” you moaned.

"Use your words, precious," Johnny urged, his voice a low, husky growl.

You could hear the moans from the taller man behind you. He leaned in closer, mouth brushing the shell of your ear. "Is it good, baby?"

"Mhm," you nodded. "I've wanted this to happen. Being sandwiched between both of you. Finally, finally," you couldn't hold back the moan that ripped out of your lungs. "All I could think about was coming home to my boys. Having my two men fuck me. Taking turns with my mouth and holes. I never knew that I wanted a dick in every hole but right now, I need it."

"Good fucking girl," Johnny muttered in agreement. He tilted his head down, and captured a nipple in-between his lips. He sucked deeply while he bobbed his head and swirled his tongue against the sensitive skin there. You arched your back at the contact. "Does this feel nice? Does Yunho filling up that tight ass feel good? You're a dirty girl, sweetheart. Getting the two of us together so that you can be taken care of like this. Getting double teamed."

"Please, I want it so much," you pleaded. "I want it deep and hard."

He smiled gently at you and petted your hair, pushing it from the beads of sweat dripping onto your temple. "Don't worry, sweet girl. You'll get the entire load from us."

You felt a kiss pressed onto the center of your sweaty back, causing your hips to twitch as pleasure and lust traveled in waves throughout your body, moving further with each stroke from both sides.

"Love you like this," Yunho said in a thick voice. "Bent over and taking two cocks."

Johnny's lip curled back to reveal his white teeth as he breathed hard. "She takes them so well, doesn't she?" He gazed down between your thighs where you were sandwiched against him. "Her cunt is sucking me so tightly while you fuck that ass like that. Does that feel nice, sweetheart?"

Your fingers roamed over the bones of his shoulder blade before traveling down. "Ohhh...yes, Johnny, oh yes...it's so good, feels so fucking good," you moaned.

You moaned as both cocks begin moving faster. Yunho pushing forward from behind and Johnny pushing in at the same time, the tip of their lengths meeting just at the exact spot that would make you lose your senses. Yunho's front was covering the plane of your back, allowing the ridges of the dips between his abs to press and rub on you, sticking and sliding on the layers of sweat that developed from the movements of bodies rubbing and thrusting against one another. His balls smacked at the line of skin between your two entrances.

"Your poor pussy, and your tiny hole," Johnny was groaning. "Look how our pretty baby-doll has to accommodate the both of us." He thumbed your bottom lip. His gaze was on Yunho. "Not a fucking word about us stopping."

"Fuck no," you mewled, fingers gripping on Johnny's biceps. "If you stop now, I'll hate you both."

They didn't speak more but looked into one another's gazes. You could tell from the twinkle in the men's eyes, Yunho with his large, round puppy eyes and Johnny with his trademark mischievous, bedroom orbs, that the two were getting into a rhythm with each other, synchronizing the movements of their thrusts so both men would thrust in simultaneously at the same time instead of taking turns. 

And, you found yourself more stimulated and satisfied by the both of them when they moved inside you together. "Oh, fuck, please."

Their heads both lowered and left simultaneous marks along your shoulders, not minding or bothering to avoid one another, tongues tasting the salt that formed at their spots, biting harsh enough for a bruise to form, licking over it as a consolation after they were done. They took their time adoring your body. And you let them.

And when they heard you calling their names, chanting, whispering, and muttering in their ears while they pressed kisses wherever and whenever they could find available spots on your body to lavish, they couldn't resist continuing the affection.

The whole time, both Johnny's and Yunho's deep and sultry voices urged you on to keep your eyes open while their cocks kept stuffing you with pleasure, filling the room with the noise of lewd, slapping sounds, grunting and cursing and dirty talks, their little remarks filled with praises about your pretty, pretty skin, or their wet tongues dragging along their own swollen lips, the taste and sight of you overwhelming their senses and making them feel completely light headed.

"Give her all you can," the older man whispered. The young man behind you listened and gripped at the globes of your ass and pulled apart to open up a little space to drill in deeper, thrusting his length deeper inside you while the man below you kept up his steady and measured pace, plowing upwards in a familiar, methodical way. They knew how to fuck you. And the three of you were here, exploring what worked for you and what you craved. "Stuff her full until there's nothing left."

"Fuck...yes. My god," you groaned.

Yunho cursed in agreement and whispered hoarsely.

Johnny gave one of your breasts a firm squeeze. He rolled and played with the soft flesh in his palm. "You've been taking us so well, babe."

Yunho gripped at the long locks at the base of your neck. The bed rocked harder when he pushed himself forward, almost bending your smaller form over Johnny's, the motion pressing down the front of his broad, muscular chest at the middle of your upper back.

"Still good, angel?" Yunho placed kisses to the side of your neck. "Is this what you wanted all this time? Me and Johnny-hyung fucking and using your holes at the same time?"

You shuddered and groaned. The stimulation had begun to make you ache in a way that almost had you buckling your legs. "Yes..."

"Angel," his mouth lowered to the top of your spine and dropped kisses over the hills of your vertebrae. "This is amazing. Fucking you and feeling your ass squeeze me the same way your dripping little cunt sucks and sucks on me." He pumped his hips, adding the rest. "Fuck, baby."

"Shit, shit. Just like that, come on," Johnny encouraged the two of you to keep moving faster, hands pushing at your waist to slam you on his throbbing length even harder and more relentlessly. "This pretty baby is being used by us at the same time right now. This gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous human. So fucking good, keeping your legs open for two, huge dicks."

"Gonna...gonna come," your mouth fell open as your hips shook and vibrated with so many sensations as your nerves grew hot and sensitive. You weren't going to be able to last any longer and held Johnny and Yunho even tighter, urging them to fuck you quicker.

"Already?" A low chuckle rumbled from the chest below you. "Come for us then." 

Johnny's dark eyes traveled past the bridge of your neck and his expression locked eyes with Yunho. You watched from over your shoulder and saw him give a nod. A few seconds later, the other young man, with his curls clinging to his dampened forehead, stopped kissing the spot between your neck and shoulder to pull his mouth away, placing his chin right above your back. Their pace continued. "Show us what a mess you make when you fall apart with two big, fat cocks filling you up and stretching your tight, greedy pussy and ass."

"I need you, baby. Want you to come hard all over Johnny-hyung and me, now," you heard Yunho's voice in your ear. You glanced and watched his tongue rake over his swollen bottom lip. You're ready. Your legs grew weaker as the knot that grew and grew at the pit of your stomach was about to unravel. A guttural, low moan was stuck in your throat when you heard the younger man add a firm demand, "Come."

When you heard his command in the midst of his heated breaths tickling the rim of your ear, you did as you were told. Johnny began moving faster while Yunho slammed his thick, long member deep in your ass at the same time. Your chest heaved violently when it released a huge breath of air and let out a cry of intense pleasure while the men underneath and behind you followed close behind with a growl of their own, hands squeezing you tightly and then their release mixing with yours as it spilled between the three of you, hot and messy, warm, and filling, leaving your inner thighs drenched and covered in the thick, sticky white substance.

You moaned and gulped and allowed Yunho to slide his now limp cock from you first while Johnny wrapped an arm around your waist and rolled over. He had you lay on the mattress first and pulled out next with a wet sound. 

"Fuck, I've never come so hard in my entire life," you finally managed to speak out. You giggled at them with a goofy grin. "The both of you are absolute angels and devils with what you did, but I think that was the best fuck I've ever had so far."

Both of their smirks only widened as the satisfied laughter emanated from their chests. Yunho's hand roamed, pushing aside some of the strands that stuck to your flushed and sweaty face. He caressed your temple. "Glad to please. Though, that was good for me too," he added, brushing away the droplets that rolled off your chin.

"Wow, you did well. Took both of us just perfectly, didn't you?" Johnny's finger ghosted around the outline of your body. "How are you doing?" He questioned carefully. "Still feel okay?"

You grinned back and pecked both men at their cheeks, laughing out loud. "I need a bath and my sheets need to be replaced."

"Let us take care of that," Yunho nuzzled his nose into the space between your neck and shoulder. He grinned cheekily. "You want a bath right now or later? It's your choice."

"Well...I still have energy. Enough for one more," you admitted with a sly grin.

"No way. Nuh-uh." Johnny's jaw dropped and his gaze widened in disbelief. He clicked his tongue as his fingers trailed over the red marks forming on your thighs. "My dick will fall off. You're impossible."

"Wow. Way to make it sound romantic, Johnny." You rolled your eyes and lightly pushed him.

He laughed. "My apologies. Shall we get clean, then, beautiful? We can shower, the three of us, and help you with your neediness," he added with a raised eyebrow.

"Sounds perfect," you sighed as he cupped his warm palm at the back of your neck, a flurry of soft pecks raining onto the sides of your face.

Yunho let out a husky laugh. His features grew dimmer and darker while his tone gained a teasing, playful edge. "In the shower...hmmm. Can't promise she'll be quiet though, hyung."

"Wanna bet? A pretty baby like you can be good, can't you?" Johnny murmured, his voice husky and his orbs holding a smoldering, intimate gaze while he stroked the lines of your lips with a teasing and very fleeting touch.

You simply hummed with an eager smile on your lips as they took care to lift and lead you to the bathroom.

[harmonyckrs]

making (slightly rude) assumptions about you based on your favorite Strangetown sim

remade to be more organized

Pascal: You're probably gay, trans, or both. Probably a Nervscal shipper as well. You're responsible for the amazing art within the fandom, which makes up for your surface level, black-and-white interpretations of every character and the fact that you reduce Pascal to either a boyfriend/husband or an alien incubator

Vidcund: You're either a CallMeKevin fan, an irony-poisoned individual, or have him on your hear-me-out list. You probably also projected onto him to some extent, whether it's being an introvert or being on the asexual/autism spectrum. You also have a very mixed relationship with the PSP game and you want Dominic Newlow's head on a stick

Lazlo: Either a chill person who ships Cryzlo or a Crystal hater who secretly wants to date Lazlo and projects onto the person that they're shipping him with. If you fall into the first category you have amazing taste and you should be proud of yourself. There's a possible chance that you might be bisexual/pansexual

Tycho: Pascal fans but instead of creativity you have objectively incorrect opinions. You probably haven't played the PSP game and just got all of your info from the wiki or someone else who only got their info from the wiki talking about it. This is like saying your favorite Pleasantview character is Unborn Baby Broke. If you wanted green with no personality, pick a Smith at random instead

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Pollination Technician 9: You like aliens and have him on a hear-me-out list. Also you're probably some variant of gay/bi even though he and his family give off very stereotypically straight sitcom family vibes

Jenny Smith: You are in desperate need of a hug or at least someone to vent about your problems to. She either reminds you of your mother or she's the mother that you wish you had. I'm going to also assume that you're either straight or have very basic taste in women. At least she's a healthy choice

Johnny Smith: You're a JRO or TankJohnny shipper, and the reason why it's almost impossible to search up certain sims for reference photos without seeing ship art of said sim with another character

Jill Smith: Not sure if I've ever seen a Jill Smith fan but you're probably pretty chill, minding your own business and enjoying the weird snippets of Jill's character that we got from the PSP game. You probably also like Buck

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General Buzz Grunt: I'm so sorry for what you have to deal with. You all seem chill but I know damn well it probably gets annoying seeing your fave get slandered repeatedly over popular headcanons that get interpreted as canon. Congrats on still hanging in there

Tank Grunt: Golden child with anger issues and therapy who's possibly closeted to some extent. You also have a very conflicting relationship with your parents and people misunderstanding you

Ripp Grunt: You're probably not straight, dabbled in alternative culture but coudln't afford to actually give yourself an alternative look, and you probably played the other neighborhoods before

Buck Grunt: You pity him for being constantly overlooked and the fact that the Bus Driver won over him in that one poll. You probably also like Jill, even if you don't necessarily ship them

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Olive Specter: You think she's iconic/a girlboss and probably wish you could be six feet under her garden as well, not in a suicidal kind of way but in a "I'd be happy if she was the one who took me out" kind of way. The Life and Death pack was very important to you, and you think about Ichabod more than the average person

Ophelia Nigmos: You pick your favorites off of personality and lore rather than on how fun they are to play. You don't need to tell me that she's actually the best character because "she's an alternative teenage girl with anxiety who lives with her serial killer aunt and twenty one ghosts" or that she has a tragic backstory

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(to either of these three: You have a very mixed relationship with the PSP game because you hate what they did to the characters)

Loki Beaker: You love the "hate everyone but her" type characters and people who would sacrifice the world to save the one they love over sacrificing the one they love to save the world. You're probably also a fan of malewives and make jokes about his eyebrows

Circe Beaker: You love girlbosses, you hate Dominic Newlow and want his head on a stick more than the Vidcund fans, and you probably have a very mixed perception of Vidcund. You probably also enjoy a good masculine woman/feminine man dynamic.

Nervous Subject: A fusion of the Pascal fans and the Olive fans. You were super happy seeing the Life and Death version of Nervous but got super pissed when you found out that they named him Nyon. You pick and choose which parts of the lore to care about and consume angst for every meal

Atom/Ceres: You're here from the Sims 3 and a stickler for canon. Also unrelated but Atom is a really bad name for a child, dunno why they couldn't name Atom after another Roman god like with Ceres. They even double as planet names which makes even more sense for knowledge sim Loki, like come on

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Ajay Loner: You love how little there is to him because you can literally just make him whatever you want and it technically still works because the lore never said that he wasn't

Chloe Curious: You love chaos and drama, and you're either some variant of queer or the type who wants a gay best friend

Lola, Erin or Kristen: Girl's girl, possibly sapphic. You're also more into career/drama-based gameplay than family gameplay, and you're probably not the biggest fan of Lola/Ajay

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Bella: You love sim lore and you love Pleasantview more. You also get super hyped up anytime she appears in the background of your game. Anytime Bella appears in the background of your game you become that one picture of a wojak who's pointing at something in the background

Crystal: Lazlo fan and probably really chill considering you had to put up with the really bad interpretations of her that either reduced her to either nothing more than Lazlo's girlfriend or made her super toxic so he could either break up with or "fix" her. Barbenheimer was also very important to you

Abhijeet/Meredith: why

[the-offside-rule]

Hector Fort (FCBarcelona) - She's All That

Requested: yes

Prompt: Shes All That

Warnings: none

The Rom-Com Masterlist ♡

Hector wasn’t the type to get dumped. Especially not right before prom, and definitely not by Maria, his girlfriend of two years. But here he was, venting to his friends during lunch, still reeling from their breakup the night before. "I don’t need her, anyway." He muttered, crossing his arms and glaring at his plate. "She didn’t even have the guts to tell me why she flaked out on me at the last minute." His friend Pau smirked. "Right, but you’re also sitting here crying about her." Hector rolled his eyes. "I'm not crying. My eyes are dry."

"Right." Pau said, leaning in with a mischievous glint in his eye. "So, if you really don’t need her, prove it. Why don’t you make someone else prom queen?" Hector scoffed. "Please. I could make any girl prom queen if I wanted to." Pau raised an eyebrow. "Any girl?" Hector shrugged, only half-paying attention as he speared a fry with his fork. "Sure, go for it. I’ll take whoever you pick."

Pau grinned as he scanned the cafeteria. His gaze landed on Y/n, sitting alone at a table in the far corner, headphones on, absorbed in a book. She was one of the few people who seemed perfectly content keeping to herself, and she had a reputation for being sharp-tongued and fiercely independent. Pau smirked. "Fine. Y/n Y/l/n." Hector nearly choked. "Her? Are you serious?" Pau laughed, nudging him. "Afraid you can’t handle it?"

Hector straightened up. "Oh, I can handle it." He said, though he could already feel the challenge looming. Y/n was practically impossible to like. She had no time for people who didn’t interest her, and she made that clear. But a bet was a bet.

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The next day, Hector decided to start small. He found out they had history together and made sure to slip into the seat next to her, flashing a casual smile as he sat down. "Hey, Y/n." Hector said, leaning back in his chair. "What’s up?" She glanced at him, her expression barely hiding her irritation, and after a second of silence, she zipped up her bag, moved to the front of the class, and sat down without a word. Hector blinked, genuinely surprised. That hadn’t gone as planned.

Strike one.

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He tried again at lunch. He spotted her in the cafeteria line, balancing a tray of food and a stack of notebooks, and thought he’d give chivalry a shot. "Go ahead." He said, gesturing for her to cut in front of him. Y/n raised an eyebrow, gave him a look that practically screamed nice try, but no and walked to the back of the line instead.

Strike two.

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By the end of the school day, Hector’s confidence was slipping. This was going to be harder than he’d thought. But then, as he headed to the parking lot, he saw her by the school entrance, staring out at the downpour, her massive art project tucked awkwardly under one arm. She looked like she was trying to figure out how to get it home without it being completely ruined. Taking a deep breath, he strolled up to her, putting on what he hoped was his most nonchalant voice. "Need a ride?" He asked. "I don't need anything frlm you." She replie, disgust lining her words. "Well, it's a shame. Seems that lovely artpiece is goimg to be ruined if you don't let me give you a ride." Y/n hesitated, looking torn between her pride and the reality of the rain, but finally nodded. "Fine."

They walked in silence to his car, and she carefully laid her project across the back seat before settling into the passenger side. The rain drummed against the windows as they drove, the quiet tension in the car growing until Hector finally spoke up. "So." He said, glancing over at her. "What’s your project about?" She looked at him, clearly surprised that he’d asked. "It’s… well, it’s supposed to be a self-portrait, kind of abstract. I’m exploring the idea of self-identity."

He raised his eyebrows. "That’s actually… interesting." She let out a skeptical laugh. "Are you serious, or are you just trying to be nice?"

"Have I ever actually been mean to you?" He asked. She shook her head. "No, but my friend. You did push him into a set of lockers before." He sighed. "Okay, fair. But I mean it." He said, more sincerely than he’d meant to. "I think it’s cool. You’re actually a pretty interesting person." She eyed him, her skepticism clear. "You don’t actually care about my project, do you? Let me guess; Maria dumped you, so now you’re desperate for a rebound?"

Hector let out a surprised laugh. "A rebound? No, that’s not it. It’s… it’s more like I realized I want to get to know a different group of people. You’re different." She raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but there was a hint of curiosity in her expression as she looked out the window. She hummed slowly. "We’ll see."

They pulled up in front of her house, and she grabbed her art project, pausing as she stepped out of the car. "See you tomorrow, I guess." She said, giving him a look that was somewhere between intrigue and caution. He grinned, leaning against the steering wheel. "You coming to my game Friday night?" Zhe shrugged, but he could see the faintest hint of a smile as she closed the door behind her. "Maybe." She called over her shoulder as she walked up her driveway.

Hector drove off, a strange new excitement bubbling in his chest. He had a feeling he’d see her there.

[allastoredeer]

Hello, don't mind me, I just need to vent for a second.

First off, I just wanna say, as an aroace person on the ace-spectrum, feel free to ship Alastor all you want. Ship him with anyone. Have fun with it. Sex repulsed. Non-sex repulsed. Grey-ace. Demisexual. Pure unadulterated smut. Whatever, have at it. I love that shit.

Just please do it without infantilizing ace-aro people.

The amount of art, fics, and takes I've come across that's so patronizing to Alastor and his sexuality. Thing's like Alastor venting to Rosie about his feelings for a character with the caption "Alastor feeling love for the first time." Or Alastor wanting to have sex with a character and having feelings about that, and someone commenting "That's called a boner, sweetheart. That means you like them 🤭"

Like??? Like do ya'll not see how patronizing that sounds? Being ace-aro doesn't mean you don't know your own body. It doesn't mean you don't understand the functions of your body.

It doesn't mean you've never experienced intense emotions. It doesn't mean you've never experienced love before.

And, look, I know these are meant to be jokes. I know. People are joking. I laughed at the first few I came across, too. It's not meant to be harmful or condescending; no one means it that way. But there's been so much with such...bad takes recently, and I don't know about any other ace-spec people (I don't speak for all ace-specs. Hell, there are probably other ace-spec's who don't mind, enjoy it, or are making content like it themselves. I just speak for myself) but GOD it's getting uncomfortable.

Alastor is in his late 30's-early 40's in human years. That is the established age range we have for him. Do you really think that he'd go that long without ever experiencing "love?" He went through puberty just like everyone else, do you think he doesn't understand his own body???

Being asexual, or sex-repulsed, or touch-repulsed doesn't mean you automatically don't explore these parts of yourself. It doesn't mean he's never, once in his life, touched his own dick, or pussy, or whatever genitalia you're giving him. He can still very well be a "virgin" (which in and of itself is a social construct) while also knowing his body and confidently handling any "sexual needs" he has.

Do you really think he doesn't know what a boner is? That in all the years he's been alive and dead (on Earth and in Hell), he wouldn't have experienced these things once? (And you know what? Maybe he hasn't! Perhaps there are ace's out there like that! But you're telling me he doesn't KNOW what that is??? Really???)

Ah, no, it's all because he just hasn't found the right person yet, right? It's not until Lucifer/Angel Dust/Vox, whoever found him, and they gave him these feelings, and oh no, poor Bambi is feeling twitterpated and horny for the first time, isn't that romantic!

Honestly, not really. It just sounds like the same, stupid shit ace-aro people hear from family, friends, and acquaintances about their sexuality. You know, the tried and true: "Oh, you just haven't found the right person yet. You'll want all that eventually, you'll see😊"

Do you not see how frustrating that is?

Look, I am all down for Alastor exploring parts of himself. I want him to navigate different relationships, feel them out, figure out what kind of relationship he wants and what he's okay and not okay with doing. But there are ways to do that without treating him like a little UwU silly baby boy who doesn't know his own body, or his own emotions, or his own relationships with other characters. Like he needs someone to teach him about himself.

How about instead, he finds someone he feels comfortable exploring these elements with? Instead of them "teaching" him how to fuck, or masturbate, or whatever the hell you want to call it, they're giving him the room and safe-space to explore it at his own pace??!!

It comes across as someone who isn't on the ace-spectrum "teaching" an ace-spec character about their own sexuality which puts such a gross taste in my mouth. Or, at least, that's how it comes across to me.

And the thing is, I know people aren't going to stop. I know they're going to keep infantilizing Alastor and his aro-ace identity, and I wasn't originally going to make this post, because you can't control what people do in fandom.

So this is mostly just a post to say: HEY! Hello! Ace-aro person here! I hope you all are having fun and I love that you're exploring Alastor's asexual/aromantic identity! Especially those who may not be in the ace-spectrum themselves, as you're learning about us and our experiences! That's awesome! Can we just do that while also treating Alastor like the adult he is? Can we do that without being infantilizing and patronizing about his sexual identity? Please?"

That's all I really wanted to say. I just needed to get this off my chest instead of letting it fester. This isn't an attack on anyone, this is just the perspective of an Alastor multi-shipper who loves exploring his relationships with other characters (sexually and non-sexually) and deep-diving into the dynamics of the show.

Thanks for reading.

[darkdragon768]

Ok.

They sent me home.

[palossssssand]

Quick vent/rant post on art

Maaan I know that art output has no bearing on my “worth” as an artist but I wish I could be putting out more original stuff. It’s like the art juice has run out. But more specifically, it’s that all of the recent stuff I’ve been drawing has been commissions and I feel like it’s been affecting my drive to make art for myself. More and more lately, I’ve been seeing my old art ideas as a chore to do because I’ve been putting them off to do once my commissions finish. Unfortunately, I kind of have commissions open all the time because I’m unemployed and still looking, and I will take what I can get. It sucks getting into this slump, especially when my output was really high at the “peak” of getting into Splatoon, and I know this is a familiar pattern but it really sucks to consciously feel like “Oh no! It’s happening again! I’m losing my touch!!”

This is probably the sign for me to try to do stuff like studies where the pressure isn’t on me to come up with original art ideas. It’s been really difficult to force myself to do art because I keep having the nagging feeling that I “should” be doing something “more important” so instead I do neither and open up The Sims

[outofpocketonepiecethoughts]

I want to preface what I’m about to say by saying that I have nothing against any ship. I have nothing against SanZo/ZoSan and even enjoy some of the fics and fanart. More importantly, I have absolutely nothing against people who like ships that I don’t like.

But goddammit why is it that if I like even one piece of ZoSan art it ends up being my entire dash. I want to see ZoLu. Sometimes I admittedly get a bit annoyed by it because I just wanna see LuZo and the only thing on my dash is ZoSan and LawLu. I don’t wanna block those tags because there’s a lot of talented artists posting there but I sometimes wish that LuZo was more popular.

Sorry for venting and being a bit negative. I don’t want to hate on ships I’m not as into or be super complainy but you know what I want to vent a bit so I’m gonna vent.

I also just don’t really get the popularity those two ships have. I get why people like SanZo. It’s got a lot of drama and they do have some pretty gay moments, but I have a hard time understanding why it’s so much more popular than LuZo. Like, the incredible devotion involved with Zoro and Luffy is insane. I get LuLaw less. Like, dressrosa made me get why people ship them, but I don’t quite understand the popularity. I don’t know maybe I just prefer to have more material to work with in terms of ships compared what there is with LuLaw. It’s like, I kind of get why people ship it after dressrosa but I still don’t really get the appeal. And I don’t really get why it seems to be quite a bit more popular than Zolu.

Again, I’m not hating on other people for liking what they like. Your preference is yours and mine is mine. I just sometimes get tired of seeing so much stuff for ships I’m not really into instead of what I really want to see.

Sorry for the rant, I just felt like I needed to get this out so I can go back to being a normal member of the fandom and just talking about things I like instead of being negative.

I probably won’t post about this stuff again because it is pretty negative, but just this once I’m gonna let myself be a bit negative.