#it does get better even if it feels like it won’t

[dollwrites]

ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｔｙｐｅ ┊ v-day weekend blurbs ( caleb )

ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ ┊ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, mirror sex, exhibitionism ( filming ), caleb gets rough, size kink, praise kink, stand-fucking, all characters featured are aged 18+

ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ ┊ i stared at caleb doing one handed pushups for like a minute solid and hit a blinker. here’s the result. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“Hey, no moving…” you murmur in a pointed, accusatory tone the very moment you feel Caleb’s hips buck forward. your breath caught in your throat as he does; his cock notching another inch into your silken core none-too gently. “I told you to let me do it.” puffing out your lower lip in a childish pout, you cast a glance over your shoulder, peering up at a grinning Caleb, raising both arms, palms out in mock defeat.

you blinked, needing to pause to look over his countenance. sweat-dampened brown tendrils stuck to his forehead and against his temples and the very edges of his cheeks. speaking of his cheeks, there were violet in hue, with diamonds of perspiration glistening against the apples. his jaw slung, swollen lips parted to accommodate his heavy breathing, you could even see the vein on the side of his neck bulge and throb when you clench up, milking his cock in a warm vice.

“What’s the matter? Do I play too rough for your movie?” he challenged with a smile.

“Always,” you reply, squirming on your feet to welcome in his fresh, thick inch. it took some stirring, and a whole lot of primal pleasure as his heavily veined cock rubbed against your sensitive, spongy walls, to find a comfortable enough position for you to keep going. the hand gripping your phone tightens it, and you look back to the mirror, standing less than six feet from it, to ensure the angle was still perfect. you raise the phone just a quarter of an inch higher, and spread your legs wider. “I want it to be… pretty.” you settled on an almost laughable adjective, but it seemed the most fitting, as you glance up at him from the glass. the two of you lock eyes, and you shudder at the eroticism of it all. you were clad in lacy lingerie ( though, however skewed it may be, it still counted ), your makeup done, and you had chosen the best possible setting and position to ensure that you would be able to review the footage while you railed yourself on his cock— looking into the mirror. but, it wasn’t simply for your own vanity, and you remind him of that as you start to move again, pushing your ass back and forth to take the familiar inches. “You know,” you continue, trying to be as casual as possible as you explain, though your sentence is continuously marred by choking gasps and happy moans, “f—for when you’re away in Skyhaven— shhh—shit! — you’ll have something… ahhh… nice to watch…!”

“Sorry, baby girl,” his words were thick and slurred with the ever-so-subtle etching upwards of his mouth in a crooked grin. “Just couldn’t help myself, wanted to get that cute, lil’ yelp outta you. Won’t happen again, promise.” but even as he drew a cross over his heart, you could still see that twinkle of mischief in his eye. one of your brows quirk up, as if to say: i don’t believe you, and Caleb reads it immediately. with a husky chuckle, he shook his head. “Lil’ thing’s so damn suspicious.” however, he still hooked his arms behind his back in submission. widening his own, already imposing stance, you feel like a worm dangling on his hook between the gap he provided. then, he straightened his back, standing at attention. his biceps bulge, the hard and thick muscle pads of his arms dancing beneath his skin as he flexes them, more for you than anything else. it was a silent reminder of his strength— the power he was willingly giving up to you. “There, that better, baby?” he asked, his gaze softening as it roved over your back. the clasp of your bra was still held together, even though the shoulder straps had been discarded, and the weight of your breast spilled out of the loosened cups, swaying hypnotically with every move you make. still, that clasp taunted him, and he had the sudden and wicked urge to lunge forward and unclip it with his teeth rose to the surface of his resolve. he resigned, however, grinding his teeth together as his eyes followed the shape of your spine downward, instead.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he praised quietly, his brows knit close together. your pace was slow enough to frustrate him beyond measure, a steady rhythm that was a sweetly agonizing form of torture he’d only ever endure for you. “Takin’ my big cock just how you want it,” Caleb let out a low growl. against the small of his back, his fingers twitched and jerked with the desire to grip your hips tight enough to leave their shape imprinted in your skin. he shook away the thought, and clenched his fists tightly. “Fuck yourself on me, baby girl, take whatcha need.. Ah-hah, that tight, little cunny ready for another inch? Because I’m dyin’ to give it to her.” Caleb’s thighs tightened, a dull tingle settling against the base of his spine.

“You’re already so deep,” you whine back, glancing down between your legs. your cunt drooled as you speared yourself on to Caleb, over and over, and you use your free hand to dip between your thighs and scrub at their apex, strumming your swollen clit to the same speed of your riding, mewling in pleasure. “I— I can cum, just like this…” you trail off, your eyeline fluttering back to the phone screen. you could see the contortion of pleasure on your own face, and you had to admit, it was sexy to watch yourself get closer and closer. you had no doubt that Caleb would spend many a lonely night, watching this video over again, gripping his greedy cock and wishing to feel your tight cunt instead.

“Lil’ fucking tease…” he growled into your hair on the crown of your hair. the scent of your shampoo still lingered there, and it made his eyelids flutter. “I need more.”

and just like that, your control of the situation, and of Caleb, dissipated. he sucked in a ragged breath, large hands releasing themselves from their subservient position and grope at your thighs, hooking against the backs of your knees to sweep you off your feet.

“Caleb!” yipping in surprise, your phone slips from your grasp and clatters on the floor between his feet. fortunately, with this new angle, the video captures the visage of you, spread open, and Caleb already rutting like a man possessed into you. his balls, though tight with impending orgasm, are still heavy enough to spank against your clit as he pulls your body down to meet his rabid thrusting. “That’s—!”

with your knees dug into your own chest, your eyes follow the shape of your spread legs, and the mesmerizing, helpless flop of your stocking-clad feet in the air. it felt good, really good, to be fucked so animalistically, to be locked against his powerful body, at the mercy of his whims.

“Just hush up and take it now, baby girl. You’ve had your fun,” Caleb chuckles as he lowers you down to meet the upward pounding, his hips snapping against yours. “— made your cutesy, lil’ video, you got to ride for a lil’ bit, but now you get to just sit pretty and take exactly what I’m gonna give ya.” Caleb pulled you flush to his lap, burying himself balls-deep in your weeping cunt with a happy snarl tearing through his throat. his eyes flick to the mirror, “Look how precious you are, all dolled up, gettin’ ruined, all for me?” your gaze follows his, and your cheeks warm as humility rises within them. he’s right, though. even you couldn’t help but be wooed by your fucked-out state, babbling as he bounces you up and down on his cock. then, Caleb chuckles, a rough and strangled sound in comparison to his usual timbre. his gaze had listed downward, to catch the sight of the camera on the floor, capturing your decimation from a most sordid angle. “Oh, fuck yeah, I’m gonna love watchin’ your puffy, lil’ pussy get stuffed full from this angle.”

[buckiverse]

☆ warnings: mdni, this is literally just a description of how caleb, zayne, and sylus jerk off and if they watch porn

☆ a/n: I have officially decided all the boys are virgins, so i feel it's only right to write about them yearning for you but also being overcome with guilt <3

☆ Caleb

Caleb has spent so long secretly admiring you, adoring you. All he wants is for you to like him the same—but Caleb is patient. Caleb understands long-suffering and is willing to wait for you. He won’t force you to come to him. You have to want it—this, as he does. With this being said, for a long time, he will not watch porn. He’ll feel bad like he’s betraying you—like you’ll know he lusted after another person. 

When you both go to college, he’d spend more time away from you for the first time, and he wouldn’t even dare to think about letting another woman touch him. He’d even have you act as a liaison, discouraging others from approaching him romantically. That didn’t mean that he hadn’t heard stories of what his friends were doing in bed, the fantasies they were living out—now he was curious. 

He’s not a boy anymore, and this is different—it’s educational, he’d tell himself. When the video loaded, a woman, blindfolded, a vibrator pressed between her folds. Teasing her clit gently. The blush spread on his face furiously as he felt himself getting hard. He watched as she writhed against the toy, but not daring to close her legs as her partner commanded. He could feel the heat spreading across his neck—taking mental notes. He would love to do this to you.

Though he had no experience, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make love to you so good you’d never want to leave. He’d read books and look at fanart, especially of things you like. If you tell him about the latest manhwa you’re reading, best believe he's going to study that shit like no other. You read romance? Well, now he does, too. 

He might even have a whole notepad. Seeing what works, what he likes, what he thinks you might like. He knows you well enough to guess, though he’d definitely ask you directly. 

But when Caleb touches himself, he’d do it with a stolen pair of panties. Sometimes, the washer would eat your socks, underwear, and towels, which was nothing new.

Now, speaking of guilt, he knows this is horrible for him, but he doesn’t know what else to do with himself. But when Caleb saw the pair, unwashed and forgotten in the washer, he couldn’t help but pick them up and stuff them in his pocket. Now he closes his eyes, stroking himself slowly, the underwear in his mouth to muffle the noises from his lips, hoping you wouldn’t hear him. He decided this would do. Using little pieces of you to get himself off. 

He would think of the times before college when he could hear your muffled moans and breaths coming from your room late at night and secretly press his head against your shared wall, trying to listen to you better. He couldn’t wait to use his newfound knowledge on you. He’s just eagerly waiting. 

☆ Zayne

Zayne wants to be romantically involved with you. He desires—yearns for it. But he knows that's not the current state of your relationship and will respect the pace at which you want to take things. His busy life keeps him occupied. He almost relies on it to monopolize his attention since he can’t give it all to you. But it doesn’t stop the guilt he feels—watching porn. 

It takes a lot for him actually to touch himself. He won’t do it often. Yet. It would be an actual internal conflict for him. When he finally decided he was going to watch porn, he would make it quick. The cold metal of his phone in his hand, the dark screen reflecting at him, would almost snap Zayne out of it—but he’s currently wrapped up in his lust. Even so, he still feels like he’s being unfaithful to you—the idea of you more accurately. 

He’ll decide only to watch one while allowing the video to load. He’s just desperate to get off at the moment. It’s almost painful, the way his cock is straining against his slacks. Lately, waiting or sleeping it off hasn’t been working. He’d been so pent up that Zayne stayed hard the whole drive home, and now he gave in. 

It's a short video, but fuck it was hot. The woman squirmed underneath her partner. And Zayne’s pupils blew wide when he saw him suck on her clit, and he could hear the *pop* of his lips detaching from her folds. The groan that fell from her lips when he pushed his tongue inside her—how his arms kept her legs pinned down, though her hips bucked upwards. 

He wanted to do that to you badly. So bad that he closed his eyes, his head thrown back, his lips parted as he leaned back in the chair, jerking himself fast. He had to have you—he couldn’t take it anymore. And he came so fucking hard, and when he finally opened his eyes, he saw the come all over his slacks.

But the guilt was quickly spreading through his chest. It almost feels like he has desires towards the people in the video, but honestly, all he wants is you. He’s never even touched another woman—but still, he felt mortified at the idea that you’d look at him and know what he was doing late at night, imagining it was you there.  

He would never touch another woman. You are all he has wanted since he was a child. Even back then, he only wanted to be connected to you, keeping other girls at a distance even into his adulthood. But maybe now that was catching up to him.

☆ Sylus

Sylus is patient—but only with you. He’d been frustrated for a while. Between your apparent hatred of him and the chaos in the N109 zone, it was slowly eating away at him. Still, no matter how adamant you were about holding your grudge, he’d never be angry with you. Disappointed? Maybe. But never angry.

He loved the game you were playing but wanted—needed—more of you. You were bonded to him, whether you realized it or not. Fated. And the longer you pretended to hate him, the more amused he became. Sylus knew your walls were crumbling, piece by piece.

Like the patient man he is, he waited. Even as you kept those walls standing, even as you unknowingly softened him in ways he never expected—he never sought out distractions. He wouldn’t watch porn. He didn’t need to. First of all, he was busy. Running a city, being a crime boss. You know, important stuff.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t come home late at night, exhausted, missing you. That he didn’t lie in bed on his stomach, the ache of longing settling deep. He might even pull a pillow beneath him, letting it fill the empty space—imagining it was you.

He’d press his weight into it, wishing it were your body beneath him instead. His breath would hitch, a flush burning its way across his cheeks as he rutted against it, slow at first, then more desperate. His fingers would twist into the sheets, knuckles white, your name slipping past his lips like a prayer.

He just felt so desperate. The need for you—your touch, your claim—clawed at his chest, leaving him raw. And when he finally came, hips stuttering in one last, shaky grind, a tear would slip from the corner of his eye.

Sylus doesn’t cry often—if at all. But the thought of you never choosing him? That breaks him.

[reiding-writing]

i love ur writing sooo much, kicking my feet giggling as i reread your entire cold!reader masterlist

i think it'd be interesting to see some sexual tension between them 👁️👁️

THE CONVERSATION. — SPENCER REID!

after the hotel incident, you and spencer avoid the inevitable conversation until you can't anymore.

spencer reid x cold!reader | 2.4k | ?? | cold!reader masterlist.

main masterlist.

a/n — not really sexual tension, but definitely tension

The flight back to Quantico is suffocating.

Spencer sits across the aisle, book in hand, but you know he’s not really reading. His eyes flick over the words too slowly, the way they do when he’s using them as a shield rather than taking them in.

You don’t blame him. You’re doing the same thing—staring at the report in your lap, eyes skimming over the same paragraph for the fourth time, pretending you don’t notice the weight of his silence.

He’s quieter than usual. That alone is enough to unnerve you.

You should say something. A joke, maybe. Something dry and dismissive to shove things back into place, back into before. But your body betrays you, tense and unwilling to bridge the gap.

So you sit in it. The not-quite silence, the too-loud hum of the jet’s engines, the unspoken weight pressing into the space between you.

But things have changed.

It’s in the way he looks at you—just a second too long, like he’s cataloging every flicker of your expression, waiting for a signal he’s not sure will come.

It’s in the way you look at him, catching yourself watching the way his hands move when he flips through case files, when he tugs at his tie absentmindedly.

You hate it. The awareness, the sharp pull in your chest when he leans forward to adjust his bag and his knee barely brushes yours. The warmth that lingers too long. The way your own body responds before your mind can shut it down.

He doesn’t push. Of course he doesn’t.

Spencer is patient, careful in the way only he can be. He’s waiting—for you to say something, anything, to acknowledge what happened in that hotel room. But you don’t. You can’t. Because if you start, you don’t know where it ends.

And then there’s the team.

Emily teases, because of course she does. Some offhand remark about how you and Reid have been acting weird ever since the case wrapped up. JJ gives you quiet, knowing glances that make your stomach twist.

And Morgan—well. Morgan just smirks and says, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say there’s something you two aren’t telling me,”

You brush it off. Pretend you don’t see the way Spencer stiffens beside you, or the way your face feels unnaturally warm.

It’s fine.

Everything is fine.

Except it isn’t, and you both know it.

There’s an awareness between you now. A charged undercurrent in every glance, every movement, every second you spend in the same room.

It starts small. The way you feel his presence before you even see him. The way his gaze lingers when he thinks you won’t notice. The way your body tenses when he gets too close—not in fear, but in anticipation, in something unspoken and unbearable.

So you do what you do best: you bury it.

Your tone stays sharp, clipped, practiced in its indifference. You keep the distance, keep the edge, because that’s easier than acknowledging the way his fingers linger when he passes you a case file. The way they brush against yours, fleeting but deliberate, like he’s testing the boundaries of whatever this thing is.

You pretend it doesn’t affect you.

But it does. It does.

He doesn’t push. Spencer never pushes. But you know he’s waiting.

Waiting for the moment you slip up. Waiting for you to let the mask crack, even just a little. Waiting for you to admit what he already knows—that you feel it, too.

And the worst part?

You almost want to.

The tension is worse when it’s just the two of you.

It sneaks in during the in-between moments—when the rest of the team is occupied, when there’s no buffer, no reason to pretend the air between you isn’t thick with something unspoken.

In the conference room, you hand him a report, your fingers brushing his for the briefest second. He inhales sharply, a quiet thing, barely audible over the rustle of paper, but you hear it. Like it’s the first breath he’s taken all day.

You ignore the way your own breath catches.

In the break room, you’re pouring sugar into your takeout coffee when he walks in. You don’t look at him, don’t acknowledge the way his presence shifts the entire atmosphere of the room. But you feel him. Standing just close enough to press at the edges of your space, just far enough to keep it appropriate.

When he speaks, his voice is softer. Careful. “You should try decaf in the afternoons. Too much caffeine can increase cortisol levels, and you already don’t sleep enough,”

You roll your eyes, sip your coffee anyway. “Noted.”

It’s clipped, controlled. Everything about you is controlled.

But the silences are getting longer.

The pauses between words stretch too thin, stretched tight like a wire pulled to its limit. Every unspoken thought, every question neither of you dares to voice, hangs between you.

One day, something’s going to snap.

—

A week passes, and the tension becomes unbearable.

It’s everywhere. In the hallway, when you walk past each other just a little too close. In the team meetings, when your eyes meet across the table and neither of you look away. In the casual brushes of hands—when your fingers touch for a fraction of a second, a spark you both feel but don’t acknowledge. Every accidental touch lingers too long, and every word is too charged with meaning, too heavy with what’s unspoken.

You hate it. You hate how easily you fall into this strange, uncharted territory with him, how you can't seem to escape the gravity of what happened. And yet, every time you think you’ll address it, every time the words almost slip out, something pulls you back into the silence.

It’s late, way past normal office hours. The rest of the team has long gone home, but you’re still here, hunched over case files with Spencer.

There’s a strange, muted quiet to the space between you, and for once, it’s not just the weight of all the cases you’ve been working on. It’s the weight of this—the silence that surrounds you both, thick enough to choke.

Spencer doesn’t say anything for a long while. You’re both too immersed in the reports, in pretending to focus on the paperwork instead of whatever's hanging between you. But then he puts the file down, leans back in his chair, and the words come, simple and deliberate.

“Are we ever going to talk about it?”

It’s quiet. Too quiet. And the air in the room shifts. You freeze for a moment, caught off guard. Your mind instantly races to shut it all down, to run from the conversation you’ve been avoiding for days.

You open your mouth, prepared to deflect, to push it all back into the vault of things you don’t talk about. But then you meet his gaze.

His eyes are earnest, softer than you’ve ever seen them. There’s hope in them, and maybe something else—something fragile, something vulnerable. He’s not pushing you, not demanding anything. Just waiting.

And suddenly, you realise that you don’t want to run anymore.

You feel it in your chest, that sharp pang of wanting to bridge the gap between you, to close the distance that’s grown between you both over the past week. Maybe you don’t have the right words. Maybe you never will. But for once, you’re not afraid to try.

You swallow hard and finally speak, your voice quieter than usual, rough with the weight of everything unspoken.

“Yeah,” you murmur. “Let’s talk.”

The silence that follows isn’t empty. It’s thick with everything you’ve been holding back. And then—something shifts. The air between you crackles. You both lean in slightly, but neither of you makes a move. Not yet.

And then, without another word, Spencer stands, stepping toward you with that same quiet intensity. It’s a move you didn’t expect, and for a moment, you freeze. But then he’s closer, his breath warm against your skin, and you realize that he’s waiting for you.

Your heart races, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you let him close the distance, and this time, there’s no hesitation.

The kiss is slow. Tentative at first, like both of you are afraid to shatter the fragile moment. But it deepens quickly, and it’s everything—everything you’ve been feeling without knowing how to express it. His lips are gentle but insistent, a soft pressure against yours that makes your pulse spike.

You kiss him like it’s the only thing that matters, because in this moment, it is.

The kiss lingers in the air, charged and unresolved, as you both pull back just enough to catch your breath. You’re still close, too close, your faces a breath away from each other, and the space between you hums with something different. Something new.

You break the silence first, your voice tinged with that familiar edge of sarcasm that you use to shield yourself. “That’s not exactly us talking.”

Spencer freezes for a moment, his expression shifting from confusion to a slight grimace. He knows you’re not exactly serious about it, that the tone you’ve carried throughout the whole exchange has been more about self-preservation than actual disappointment.

But the weight of it still settles on his shoulders, and he winces at the mild reprimand, even though he understands it’s more a defence mechanism than anything else.

“I’m sorry,” Spencer mutters quickly, the apology falling out of him without hesitation. His eyes are a little wider than usual, like he’s bracing for something more, but he also knows it’s not really warranted. You’re not angry with him. You never were.

But the words are enough to make you exhale sharply, and you roll your eyes as you shift back slightly, breaking the proximity just enough for your mind to catch up with everything that’s just happened.

You study him for a moment, watching how his hands twitch slightly at his sides like he’s trying to keep himself together. His eyes are wide, darting between yours, looking for some kind of confirmation.

“I like kissing you… sorry—” he blurts, his voice cracking slightly as the words tumble out in a rush, and then he keeps talking, his words pouring out like he’s finally letting go of the tight grip he’s been holding on everything.

“I’ve wanted to for so long, but I was scared that you wouldn’t be into it. I mean, I’ve seen how you act with me, and I get it, I do, I just—” He stumbles over his own thoughts. “I didn’t want to ruin things between us. You’re—well, you’re you, and I’m me, and I didn’t know if you’d even want that, you know?”

You blink at him, trying to process the flood of words, and for a moment, it’s overwhelming. He’s still standing too close, so you take a step back, crossing your arms defensively as you try to steady yourself.

“Spencer,” you start, your voice gentle but firm, “you need to breathe.”

His eyes flicker at your words, and you see the immediate tension in his face relax a fraction, but only a fraction.

“Listen,” you continue, your voice steady now as you push past the weight of the awkwardness. “I’m not exactly a romantic person, okay?” You can feel the vulnerability creeping in, but you don’t let it overwhelm you.

“I don’t—” You sigh frustratedly. “I don’t know how to do this, or what I’m supposed to say, but… I don’t want you to think I’m rejecting you. I just— I need to know where we’re going with this. And I need to know what you want.”

Spencer opens his mouth to say something but falters, clearly still unsure of how to navigate this strange, new territory with you. You take a deep breath, feeling the space between you growing thicker with every second.

“I need you to be straightforward, Spencer,” you say, softer now. “Just— tell me what you want from this,”

For a moment, Spencer just stands there, eyes fixed on you, as though trying to read between the lines of what you’ve said. And then, finally, his shoulders relax as he nods.

“I don’t want to pressure you,” he says quietly, his voice earnest, “but I do want this. And I want you to know that, even if I’m nervous and all over the place, I’m not trying to make things difficult. I just want to— be with you. If that’s something you’re open to.”

You chew on his words for a moment, and the weight of them hits you all at once. He’s not asking for anything more than what you’re willing to give, and he’s not rushing you, either. The idea of having someone like Spencer—someone who isn’t expecting perfection from you, who’s patient enough to understand your walls—feels almost… safe.

You take a deep breath.

“I’m not good at this. But I don’t want to screw it up either.” You step forward a little, trying to meet him halfway. “I can’t promise all the right words or the grand romantic gestures, but if you’re okay with that…” You pause, meeting his gaze squarely. “I’m willing to try.”

Spencer exhales slowly, his eyes lighting up just slightly, the weight of relief crossing his face. He doesn’t move closer, but the air between you feels a little less tight, a little less heavy.

“That’s good enough for me,”

The words settle between you, and for the first time in what feels like forever, there’s no tension—just the quiet understanding of what comes next.

[essycogany]

Sonic And Amy Are A Unique Couple

This is a quick Sonamy rant /ramble session. With a few added clarifications too. Enjoy!

This couple is more unique than you’d think. It’s cool if anyone disagrees. I'm all for a polite debate and respect your opinion. But if you're willing to hear me out, I'll be willing to explain myself as clearly as possible. Great? Awesome! Let’s get started!

Amy doesn't want to change Sonic. I will scream this until I'm not able to speak any more that Amy loves Sonic for who he is. She always has but it wasn't until IDW that she expressed it out loud. Still one of my favorite moments between them.

Does that make their relationship unique? Not really. What makes their relationship unique is what Amy loves about Sonic is kind of the reason they're not a couple yet. Sonic is an ongoing force that can’t be stopped or changed. Of course, he’ll allow someone to join him on a race, but he still keeps going. Not to say Sonic won’t stop to smell the roses (pun not intended) but he’ll do it on his own time. Amy always likes to take advantage of those moments and best of all, Sonic doesn’t mind. Even during their old chases, he’d slow down for her. Says a lot about the connection they have but there’s more

Their chemistry is…something for lack of a better term. Their back and forth is so interesting to me. Sonic does like Amy back. Notable examples here but to put it shortly, Sonic doesn’t know what he’s doing when it comes to romance. Sometimes he’s not into it and other times he’s chill. Sometimes Amy is ecstatic and other times she's bashful. I'm looking at you Sonic X.

Every time Amy’s occupied, is when Sonic wants her the most. Amy on the other hand wants Sonic to enjoy his freedom. Neither of them stops to think about how maybe they can have it both ways.

I'll also mention romance isn’t about “being tied down.” That paints romance as if it’s some kind of chain being rapt around your neck or being forced to be with the person. That is not romance. It’s keeping someone hostage. Something Amy would not do. Every time she’d joke around about marrying him Sonic didn’t take it seriously. Heroes included.

Sonic’s line in Heros: “Amy, knock it off. There's no time to play!” Dude knows Amy was messing with him. She was written to be girly, childish, adventurous, and cartoony. No, it wasn’t always executed well. Hello, Sonic Freeriders Amy! But I think this scene summons it up the best.

Important thing to mention as well is Sonic is an outspoken and honest character who rarely lies. It’s either you get the truth or you get nothing. He’s not the type to spare people’s feelings either, so if he had a problem with Amy in the past, he’d tell her directly. I do think she'd also stop if he genuinely told her to. The last thing Amy would want is to tarnish their friendship because of her actions. This loyal girl is so sweet.

Not to mention this is a popular trope in Japan too. The trope was what their relationship was based on.

Back to my original point Sonic and Amy aren’t a traditional couple. That’s a good thing. If they became canon their relationship wouldn’t change if they got together, but also they don’t need labels either. Romance isn’t or shouldn’t be a burden on you. That’s not how love works and that’s not what Sonic believes Amy to be. If that’s the case he wouldn’t be friends with her. Whether you ship Sonic with Amy, someone else, or no one, there should be no doubt Sonic values her friendship.

I’ll also add that Amy is just as up for an adventure as Sonic is. It’s why she loves him so much. They’re a power couple and love going out to travel, so there’s no staying in one place for these two.

In Sonic Adventure 2 you can tell Amy’s intuition when it comes to Sonic. Close to the end, she saw him looking a bit down and noticed his mood shifting a bit. “What’s the matter, Sonic?” “Oh, it’s nothing.” She knows him so well. I don't know what connection they run on but it’s inspiring.

These two don’t have a typical girl/boy relationship. I know some people say, “Well, why can't Sonic and Amy stay friends? Not every male and female relationship needs to be romantic.” You're 100% correct. Here are some examples.

The difference between other relationships is that Amy was created to be a Minnie to Sonic’s Mickey. Which is why these two are treated differently compared to others. Including in merch. There are more examples but I digress. The point is this specific pair is always going to have nuance even if they’re only friends. It doesn’t stop until Amy doesn’t love Sonic and even if it shouldn’t define her, it should still be a part of her. She might work without romance, but we already have other amazing female characters for that.

No one’s obligated to ship them because of this of course. Again, your opinion is still valid, and I will always stick to that point.

Last but not least is their friendship (or situationship) as a whole.

The funny thing is their friendship is what makes their romance the most compelling. The appeal to Sonic and Amy’s dynamic is how much platonic energy they have. Romance doesn’t always mean you need to be lovey-dovey. With Sonamy it’s their powerful friendship that makes the (somewhat not platonic) interactions memorable. You don’t have to choose romantic or platonic. It can be both. I wouldn't be a Sonamy fan if I didn't think their relationship was plain. I'm here because of how different they are.

And I love them to bits. Look at this panel and tell me it isn't running with situationship fuel.

Another fun detail is in recent years despite knowing Amy still loves him, Sonic hugs her back. Even the moments in Sonic X he carries her are moments he offers to. Even when it wasn't necessary.

Can’t forget about the recent asking Amy out to a dinner panel in IDW. He's never done that before. There's a familiarity between the two of them however you look at it. I LOVE them for it.

His moments of genuinely being excited to see her are not due to some development but because Sonic’s passion for Amy has noticeably increased. Why am I bringing these up? It’s because one thing that hasn’t been talked about when it comes to romance is actions. Sure, Sonic doesn't fully confess his feelings to her outwardly. But why do you have to be obvious and in people’s face when it comes to loving someone? In Japan, love is mostly shown through what you do more than what you say. That stuff can happen there but it doesn't always have to. The “Sharing an Umbrella, Amy,” line in Frontiers carries a lot more weight when you think about the implications.

Please read this post by @egalitarian-tomboy if you're interested in the implications of Sonamy in Frontiers.

The up-to-interpretation view of whatever they have together is the main reason I and so many people ship them. It’s not the fact that they are close, but the progression of their closeness. To make a long story short, the appeal of Sonamy is the fact that they don’t have to be traditionally romantic to be an interesting couple. Amy represents expressive love and Sonic represents emotional love.

Stay creative! 💜

[signanothername]

Under any circumstances, would murder time trio get along to geniually be friends, or does it stay situational?

It always stays situational

You’re taking about three mentally and physically abused, tired and depressed individuals, who are fighting to survive under a boss who feeds on their misery like it’s a Tuesday night, and who, specifically puts them in an environment that they can’t truly flourish under unless he specifically wishes it so, cause while Killer has his own special conditioning of his own, Murder and Horror go through conditioning too in the form of rewards and punishment system

So you can easily imagine how Nightmare can turn them against each other under him, which Nightmare actually in reality does, he makes sure they can never truly form a meaningful connection with each other, because if they did, they can easily start plotting their escape plans together or to betray him, in unity there’s strength, and Nightmare, despite his power, knows better than to let them find strength, find a stable relationship, or a stable bond they can use to find hope under him

So they can never really form a genuine friendship even if they truly wanted to, it just wouldn’t work out, Killer to put it bluntly, wouldn’t even care to form a genuine connection, he’s constantly dissociating from everything and everyone around him, he’s apathetic on stage 2, a stage, that Nightmare keeps him in constantly, and even if he was at stage 1, Killer still wouldn’t care about the two guys who can easily stab him in the back for their own gain, and this is the same thought process Murder and Horror have, they simply aren’t convinced to rely upon people who can easily screw them over, Horror has a brother to keep safe, and Murder has an AU to get back to

I’d say Horror and Murder have a bit of a friendship going on, but it’s less genuine friendship and more “let’s look out for each other’s back while in this hell”, and even with that in the mix, Murder can and will stab Horror in the back if it benefited him and the vice versa is also true

Even if they all got freed from Nightmare, they still wouldn’t form a genuine friendship, cause each of them would look at the other as a painful reminder of their abuse than another individual like themself that they can form a connection with, they would simply rather to go their separate ways and never talk about what they went through under the same roof

Do I believe MTT would feel a bit of fucked up nostalgia when it comes to each other had they gotten freedom? Yes absolutely

Do I believe that if they somehow crossed paths again after said freedom, that they might talk to each other, even if briefly? Yes

But that would be the end of it, there won’t be anything deeper than that

[swytchoocos]

Valentine’s Day— Haitani brothers ୨♡୧

I know for them is white day in march but this is the Americanized version feb 14 ;)

Ran Haitani

• Last-Minute but Perfect Plans – He acts like he doesn’t care about Valentine’s Day, but somehow everything falls perfectly into place. Reservations at an upscale restaurant? Done. A thoughtful but expensive gift? Already bought. He’ll act like it was effortless, but he definitely planned in advance.

• Teasing but Sweet – Spends the whole day teasing you, calling you needy for wanting a romantic day with him. But then he’ll randomly pull you close, tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and say, “You’re lucky I like spoiling you.”

• Lavish Gifts – He’s got money, and he’s not afraid to use it. Jewelry, designer clothes, perfume—he loves seeing you draped in things he picked out. “Makes you look even better, doll,” he’ll smirk.

• Slow Dancing at Home – If you two go back to his place, he’ll put on some slow jazz or R&B, take your hand, and sway with you in the dim light. It’s one of those rare soft moments he doesn’t admit he enjoys.

• Possessive Affection – Ran has a habit of pulling you onto his lap in public, especially if he catches someone else eyeing you. “They can look, but they’ll never have you,” he’ll say with that lazy grin.

• Late-Night Drives – After dinner, he’ll take you for a ride through the city, one hand on the wheel, the other holding your thigh. He’ll drive aimlessly, just enjoying your presence.

Rindo Haitani

• Acts Like He Doesn’t Care (But He Does) – He’ll grumble about how Valentine’s Day is overhyped, but if you say you don’t want to do anything, he’ll get secretly annoyed. He wants to do something for you—he just won’t admit it.

• Simple but Meaningful – He’s not about flashy dates like Ran. Instead, he’d take you somewhere quiet and personal—like a hidden ramen spot or a scenic lookout where he can just enjoy your company without distractions.

• Homemade Effort – If he really likes you, he’ll cook for you. He’ll pretend it’s no big deal, but you’ll catch him double-checking the recipe or cursing under his breath when something doesn’t turn out perfect.

• Protective but Subtle – If you go out, his hand is always resting on your lower back, guiding you through crowds. He’s not the type to be overly possessive, but he makes sure everyone knows you’re his.

• Soft but Rare Compliments – “You look nice,” is about as much as you’ll get at first. But if you catch him off guard—maybe laughing or staring at him with love in your eyes—he’ll mumble, “You’re beautiful,” like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

• Loves Spending the Night In – Rindo would rather have a chill night in than go to a fancy dinner. Movie marathon? Gaming session? Cuddling under a blanket while he absentmindedly plays with your fingers? Yes to all of the above.

• Quiet but Deep Love – Unlike Ran, Rindo won’t shower you with words, but his actions speak for him. He’ll hold your hand when no one’s looking, press a kiss to your temple when he thinks you’re asleep, and pull you closer in bed when he thinks you might move away.

Overall, dating Ran on Valentine’s Day is like being swept into a whirlwind of luxury and charm, while Rindo makes you feel like you’re the most important person in his world—even if he struggles to say it.

[artisiumstudios]

Stanley agreeing to pass off as fords son for a while but out of spite saying “actually funny enough i ended up getting sent 6 years into the future but technically me and ford are twins!” And no one believes him but it sure as hell pisses ford off.

Also Stan is smart so he probably would figure it out within a few days. But imagine if it happened before his graduation? Like yeah he invited shermie and ma but even though he won’t admit it he really wanted ford to be there. So he ends up taking pictures and a video thanking him for giving him this opportunity.

Also if ford is using grant money for the house I would assume he would have to keep the board of the school updated to keep receiving money. Do you think Stan would still start up the mystery shack or would he get some o their type of job in town. Personally I feel like he would get a job in town first before he gets the idea (it’s basically the whole Oh you’re the son of that crazy scientist? Do you ever give tours?) and while he does want to, like you said he doesn’t want to drastically change the house so he opts in for wilderness tours instead since by that time— and fords research— he can already handle the creatures better!

And when ford comes back he feels guilt because he feels like he once again abandoned his baby brother. Although this time around Stan does seem to hover a bit more over him. In the end both of them decide that just for safety reasons anything that involves going into the forest/town means they both go together, at least for a while.

Au where 17 year old Stan freshly kicked out of home gets into an actual life vs death situation except he accidentally (either the “person he’s fighting is an anomaly or he’s near one) gets sent a few years into the future, (around the time ford would be set to graduate from college) He hadn’t had enough time to leave jersey so imagine his surprise when his car is no longer where he left it, his surprise as he tells the police what happens still bleeding only for them to stare wide eyed and make phone calls while they hold him in a separate room unable to tell him what’s going on. His surprise as his mother now sporting streaks of gray walks into the room blubbering in disbelief. His father’s usual stotic face now with raised eyebrows and surprise. A child who looks a lot like shermie when he was younger. Or when ford now bulkier and taller walks in staring at him not with the anger he saw before the curtains closed, but rather disbelief and something along the lines of relief joy and confusion.

His disbelief where his twin is now 6 years older than him and he was presumed dead after his disappearance.

We’ve heard of the time skip au, now welcome to the time jump au

[cherryblossompink303]

Patience *Bonus Chapter*: ~degrees of seperation~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: Oceans apart can be very far away, and Kyoya never expected how far it would actually feel ➼ what to expect:  "If i didn't know better Kyoya Ootori I would think that you miss me" ➼ warnings: n/a

A/n: when someone comments that the next chapter will be y/n and Kyoya being masterminds and I already had this chapter written T-T

You had to admit that the flutter that you felt in your chest when you heard the familiar jingle of the video call on your computer. The summer is going incredibly since you left Japan for an internship in Italy, you found yourself counting down the hours for Kyoya to call.

"Hello?" it is already dark for Kyoya when you answer, a symptom of the time difference. "Hi" you smile, still unpacking your bag as you had only just got in from work that day. "How did talking with that competator of your father go?"

Kyoya takes a sharp inhale at the mention of the meeting "As well as we could hope. I've sworn them to secracy even if they do not accept our offer" you nod "Good, I'm sure they will, they've been looking for a way to get back at the ootori group for years" Kyoya laughs through a hum "Very true"

"How was work?"

"Alright, in full honesty if they were paying me I probably could have fixed half their issues by now, but I also don't want to work for them long term so what would be the point?" Kyoya smirks "Sounds about right"

A comfortable silence overcomes the two of you as you both basque in your combined success. "Are you being well looked after?" you roll your eyes "Yes, you know that I am" Kyoya had insisted in you staying in one of his families properties while you were in Italy.

"Do you have enough money?" you laugh "I don't think money has ever been an issue" it is kyoya's turn to roll his eyes. "I am just making sure, the less you have to rely on your parents money the better”

You huff “yes Kyoya I am fine”

“Good.”

You shake your head at kyoyas expression “what’s got you so worried?”

“Your father called today.”

Oh.

You try to seem unbothered, looking away “oh really?” Kyoya hummed, leaning back in his seat “he’s wondering why you haven’t gone home”

You raise an eyebrow “and he called you?”

“He thinks I’ve kidnapped you” you laugh at the reply “in a way he’s not fully wrong” Kyoya scoffed “like you didn’t leap to stay at the villa instead of with your nonna”

“What did you say?”

“That you are extremely busy with work placements”

“Good”

Kyoya cleared his throat “he also mentioned something else”

“Hmm?”

“Now that we’re going into third year…he said that the l/n and ootori group are going to release a joint statement confirming our engagement by the end of the year”

“What?”

This was a strange move, even for your fathers of all people.

“I would have thought that they would have waited until we graduated to announce….why move it up?”

Kyoya hums in agreement “something must have prompted them”

You wrack your brain for any idea on what would trigger them to hasten the arrangement. “Well if my father is the one that is moving it up…possibly he is sensing that your father is getting cold feet?”

He raises an eyebrow “I mean possibly but I don’t know where he would get that idea, I must admit I haven’t really spoken to my father on the matter”

It is only now that is hits you exactly what you had just been told. “Wait Kyoya, if the engagement is announced what about the host club-“

“I’ll handle that, don’t worry”

You sigh, leaning back, shaking your head “I mean…I guess if it’s moved up then it’s still happening…that’s good right?”

“I suppose, it does mean that you won’t be with them for as long after we graduate” Kyoya sighed, taking out his notebook and scribbling something down that you can't see onscreen.

You keep forgetting somehow that this engagement is actually going to end in marriage despite that being the entire point. It makes you wonder actually what life being married to Kyoya would even look like.

You always used to picture it as being cold, that the two of you would just live in the same house and for the most part mind your own business. But that was before you actually started talking to each other now you have no idea.

"How are the host club?" Kyoya groans, leaning back in his seat "As infuriating as ever, they're even harder to handle without you here to keep them in check"

You laugh "It is still the summer I am sure that they haven't been that bad" you shake your head, taking a sip of your coffee. "Tamaki's delusions ae unfortunately not seasonal i'm afraid"

"I can imagine"

"That does remind me however, our said great leader has asked for your proposed events calendar for the next semester" You have to restrain yourself from laughing midsip at kyoya's newfound nickname.

"Ok, I'll have to get started on it then, I've been a bit busy planning corperate sabotage to work on it"

"It will work out, I am sure of it"

You pause. "There is...still one more thing that we still don't know"

"Hm?"

"What exactly my father is covering up for the ootori group"

Kyoya sighs "yeah, I've been trying to look into that, the problem is trying to investigate within the ootori group without exposing our plans"

you hum in agreement "true, it is just concerning that if the group is so desperate to cover something up that your father would arrange a marriage with the head of a media empire for his daughter then it is serious, the ootori group is in medical..."

"I dread to think aswell"

Things were just going to get messy this next year, you just knew it.

"When....are you returning to Japan?"

You're head shoots up at the question, surely he already knows, a detail like that does not slip under Kyoya's radar.

"I...my placement ends on the nineteenth, you know that"

"I know...I just...thought I have may have gotten my dates wrong"

"Why would you think that? your notes as meticulous I know that much"

"I know it's just, it feels like you've been gone for a long time so..."

You raise an eyebrow "If i didn't know better Kyoya Ootori I would think that you miss me"

"More like I need someone else to deal with tamaki and the twins" You roll your eyes "You love them don't be so mean"

"If you say so"

You roll your eyes "Okay well if they are that unbearable it will be one more week until I am returning to Japan, and then your torment will be over don't worry"

Kyoya lets out a small chuckle "Good"

"Goodnight Kyoya"

"Goodnight y/n"

The room all of a sudden feels all too quiet as the call ends. One more week.

Next time on patience 'Kyoya's reluctant day out!'

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[taeaura]

Hey! I really like your posts.(Sorry for my bad English💔💔💔) And I feel so awkward asking you something..😭 Well, in general I was interested. Thomas is a very closed person and I was interested if it is AT ALL possible to get closer to him. Like, is this even possible? What would he value in a person? Or maybe there would be some rules when communicating with him and his family? Sorry if my question sounds stupid💔

Hi! Don't worry, your English is very good! This question isn't stupid at all - I think it's wonderful! Plus, it gives me more to work with which I always appreciate. I took this as an opportunity to introduce what life would be like as a Hewitt "guest" - Which I will expand on in future posts 🫀

Surviving Thomas {Hewitt} + The Family

Yay! You’ve survived the Hewitts - A real accomplishment if you ask me. Sure, you’re scratched up, bleeding, and traumatized but you’re alive, aren’t you? {Would’ve been better to die, but..can’t do much about that now.}

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The Family

Communicating with the family? That's not gonna be as hard. Submission and respect is what they accept - Nothing but. 

First of all, you’re not automatically “family” just because you survived - You’re a “guest” captive. You’ll join them for dinner, you will NOT interrupt prayer; You’ll do chores, specifically the tedious or strenuous ones: Cleaning bathrooms, helping with laundry, dusting {the house definitely needs it}, getting Thomas for dinner, tending to the animals, dishes, ironing clothes - Anything to help the family. You will do as you’re told. If you don’t, they won’t hesitate to penalize you. 

Be prepared to give up all your belongings and morals. Everything they want, they’ll get. Books, clothing, food, MONEY, it’s theirs. If you have weapons, Hoyt is taking those IMMEDIATELY - They’re his now.  

You will eat. Do not waste food, time, money, anything. The Hewitts have little as is, don’t decrease their chances of survival. 

If you’re fem-presenting, watch for Hoyt and Monty. Both are sexual deviants with no respect for women outside the family. From what I’ve seen in the films, Hoyt tends to prefer blondes - I don’t see Monty as caring too much. Just like he did with Erin, Monty will ask for “help” when you two are alone. 

“Can you help me grab that?” - “Could you help me get up?” - “Could you pick this up for me?” 

Anything that gives him room to grope. He’ll try to trip you and lift your clothes with his cane, too. 

Back to Hoyt,

Hoyt’s a piece of shit, but he’s not as bad once you’re “family.” It’ll start off very rocky - Calling you slurs, being physically, verbally, mentally, emotionally abusive, trying to grope and rub-up you {if you’re fem-presenting}, VERY little trust, and lots of belittling remarks. 

“I don’t know what {whoever spared you} saw in you” - “One word, and I’ll get Tommy to chop your pretty ass up n’ serve you on this very dining table” - “What the hell are you doing? You ain’t doing it right..asshole” - Lots of comparisons to livestock and hookers, and lots of “you fucking idiot!”

Once he's gotten used to you, he'll respect you a bit more. {If you've gotten close to Luda Mae or Thomas, he'll calm down}. If you're not a straight white woman, he'll call you a slur and frame it as a joke - It's not. He respects those who're part of the family, but that doesn't mean he wont ridicule you when you {or a victim} pisses him off. The easiest way to gain his respect is work. When he sees you working your ass off for the family, he'll slowly but surely gain respect for you. It may not seem like it, but Hoyt Charlie does care. He'll protect you from whatever once you're part of the family..but he'll still be 'tough love'.

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You’ll have the best luck with Henrietta - She’s the least likely to get violent or judgy if you aren’t judgemental to her. You won’t see her too often - But when you do, don’t get confrontational {this goes for every family member}. The Tea Lady {Kathryn} Won’t do much harm either. She’s not too confrontational, only minor teasing with other family members. When she comes over for tea with Luda Mae, don’t interrupt unless you’re spoken to.

OFFER AS MUCH AS YOU CAN !! If you see Luda doing housework, offer to help. At the scene around 1:12:00 in TCM: The Beginning, when Hoyt’s in the kitchen with Luda Mae - At around 1:12:20 when she says “I’ll go set the table”, it would be best if YOU offered to set the table. Preferably before she announces that she will. Recognize their routine, incorporate yourself by helping out when you can. 

One of the biggest, most influential things you could do is warn the family when something happens. For example; in TCM:The Beginning, at around 1:16:55 {when Chrissie grabs the knife?} You should immediately either A.) Tell Hoyt; Or B.) Run after/Yell for Thomas. This will prove to them that you care about the family, their safety, and how they operate. That will automatically bring you closer to becoming a “member” of the family. 

It’s easier to become part of the family if you’re: A woman {Luda wants a daughter}, a Christian, submissive, quiet, hardworking, or NICE TO THOMAS !! 

This doesn’t mean you have to compliment Thomas or be attracted to him - Just don’t alienate him, stare excessively, or give him judgmental looks / remarks. 

{if you’ve gotten close to Luda Mae} 

When she starts talking about Tommy, that’s a good sign. ESPECIALLY in relation to you.

“Y'know, Tommy’s really starting to take a liking to you.” = He’s stayed up thinking about you. 

If she ever sends you to get Thomas, she’s trying to set you two up / get you two closer. If she likes you, she’ll connect you with Thomas. 

She’s pretty kind to you - But she’s still strict. No wasting food, no defiance, no secrets, no shaming of the family {especially Thomas}, do as you’re told. If you’re not busy, she’ll invite you to join her and Kathryn for tea sometimes. {Especially if you’re in a relationship with Thomas, they wanna know everything most things}. 

Jedidiah just wants a friend. He's a lonely boy who will happily draw you {please praise it, he needs some.} He gets hurt often {cuts, bruises, scabs}, he's outside a lot. You might be asked to babysit, which if you do, be prepared. He's a bit of a chatterbox if he likes you. Draw together, pose for his portraits, and let him ramble about whatever's on his mind. {You could try to get family information out of him, but butter him up first.} This will also help you get closer to Luda Mae and Thomas - Showing care for Jedidiah is a good sign that you're not a total asshole.

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Thomas

Thomas is closed off for a few reasons: Previous trauma, anxiety, insecurity, and "fear" of outsiders. One of the easiest ways to get closer to him is by showing respect to the family. If you don't cause chaos, he’ll be less antsy around you. Especially if you get close to his mother. Be patient with him, please. He’s trying his best. Leave him alone when he’s stressed or really upset - He’ll usually storm off to his room or the basement. He needs time to himself, be mindful of that. Thomas, in his nature, is introverted. This doesn’t mean he hates people - He’s just very cautious. 

You don’t necessarily have to compliment Thomas, but it’ll definitely help him weaken his guard. I.E; “I like your mask{s}” is a wonderful place to start. Even if you don’t like his masks, complimenting his work is the easiest way for him to reconsider how he views you. 

He LIVES for praise. {This connects to the compliments} - Compliment his strength, his stature, his craft, how he provides for the family. STAND UP FOR HIM !!! Oh my god, and PLEASE thank him for things. For example, if he gets something for you, please say ‘Thank you’, it’ll mean so much to him. He just needs lots of praise and appreciation. 

If you’re ever serving dinner, give him a bigger portion. He’ll appreciate it. 

If you ever find things he might like {CD’s, Jewelry, BONES, Needles, Thread} anything he can craft with, give it. It’ll further weaken his protective walls and show that you’re one of the very few people who’s genuinely interested in Thomas.

When attempting to have a conversation with Thomas, do it when he’s not busy - And when he’s not too tired. At the dinner table? Not the greatest option; Hoyt will be eavesdropping and Thomas is focused on eating. Maybe after dinner - If no “guests” are around. If you’re gonna ask him questions, it’s preferred if they’re ‘yes/no’ questions. Something easy and quick for him to answer. 

As soon as he starts loosening his guard, softening his gaze, staring at you / acknowledging you more, and doing things for you; You’re in. He’s semi-comfortable with you. When he’s really comfortable around you, he’ll treat you as if you’ve always been here. More touchy {depending on what type of relationship you two have}, open to conversation, less likely to guard his things; Just generally calmer around you. Oh, and he’ll be very protective :) {Hoyt and Monty will be deterred}.

Ask him how he's doing - He may not always respond but it's a start. Bring him water, don't get in the way of his work, give him his space, compliment / praise / acknowledge him, and let Thomas grow at his own pace. The best things take time, especially relationships {of any kind}. Mutual respect is key 🫀

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I hope this answers your question! If it doesn't {or you have more questions}, please let me know! Thank you for the ask <3

[prettyboykatsuki]

Fang… as the Elder Sister type (I could not be a spoiled princess little sister type 😔) how do u think Caleb would fare with that dynamic instead… younger brother Caleb……………

- @princess-okkotsu

@streimiv HAS AN ENTIRE POST ABOUT THIS THAT I MUST GO FIND AND AN ASK THEY SENT ME AND THEY ARE BOTH PERFECT

ON ANOTHER NOT I SHALL SAY… it’s not really that this part of caleb changes with an older sister. at least, the level of dedication and devotion that he shows in order to protect you as his older sister is the exact same. what changes the most imo is simply how he goes about different things and the level of subtlety in his approach

little brother caleb is eager to grow up and to make you see him as a man so he’s very proactive to grow up as quickly as he can. he’s also imo a lot more covertly manipulative in how he tries to bat away suitors and men who are interested in you. he joins the fleet young, gets his many licenses, and becomes capable and independent because he’s just that eager to have you stop treating him like a baby. you practically raised him from birth, so he knows how you see him.

but you’ve always been the woman he wants to marry. he doesn’t feel any guilt for that. who could be as capable, as cunning, as smart as his big sister?

i think he’s also a touch more temperamental and almost more violent though it doesn’t show often. once you enter the workforce he picks you up when you get drinks with co-workers, comes over to clean your house and do your laundry, and does all the same things to take care of you. he insists that none of this is bothersome to him, that he just happened to have time. even when he goes out of his way to dry clean your nice shirts or deal with some random chore. even when you know deep down he is doing everything in his power. he does it in a way that forces you to accept

“jiejie, just relax. i can handle it.”

it’s dangerous. its really really dangerous for you because i think you go through the feeling of recognizing him as a man way later than you would if he were your older brother. because caleb takes care of you without needing his hand held. and he knows you, because he’s your baby brother who absolutely adores you—who wants to repay his gratitude. so every single thing he does, he does without letting you think at all.

you don’t get a chance to worry, to feel discomfort. its done, resolved before you can even think it through

you wake one day to a clean apartment and a warm towel and fresh coffee—with caleb sitting in the kitchen making you breakfast and you’re just. embarrassed. you can’t deny it, what he’s making you feel—what he’s showing off to you.

he doesn’t take care of you like a brother. the weight of it is much more distinct. it makes you see him as a man in such a jarring, alarming way.

little brother caleb talks you down from the ledge all the time. rubs your shoulder blades. he’s more forceful because he knows you won’t cross the line. but he can be good to you, so good to you—so just let him. he’ll let you see it like appeasing your sweet baby brother just like you always do, if it makes you feel better

but you know it deep down, know it when he fucks you and knows exactly what spots to hit and how to make you feel good (so good that you wonder if he had a girlfriend to practice on, and try to ignore the discomfort the thought brings you) that you can’t hold that plausible deniability forever.

don’t worry. he knows it’ll be hard on you. his big sister burdened with everything. he knows it’ll make you break eventually but that’s why he’s there. he made himself sturdy enough just to catch you

[formula-fun]

hi hi!!! i’m thinking about ostinato lestappen this valentine’s day… what are they doing!!!

hiiii!!!! omg my ostinato babies...charles is currently finishing up his time in conservatory and max just moved to LA, so they're long distance right now. that doesn't mean there isn't any time to visit though!

“I warned you,” Max says as he half-carries Charles through the pool house’s front door.

It’s no easy task. The cats are already trying to slip out from between their ankles, and Charles himself is slow and clumsy from exhaustion. He lets out a long, pitiful sigh and tries to nose at Max’s neck even as Max tugs them forward and haphazardly shuts the door with his hip.

“’M not that tired,” Charles mumbles.

Max just huffs fondly. He drops his keys on the entry table and turns to gather Charles into his arms fully. Charles slumps into him, breathing already evening out like he’s about to fall asleep then and there.

“I warned you,” Max repeats quietly, biting down the laughter that’s threatening to slip into his voice. “I said the jet lag would be brutal, didn’t I, and no amount of Red Bull would fix that, and Santa Monica would still be there for you tomorrow and the day after that—”

Charles whines and squirms in his arms. “I have plans.”

“Mark will be happy to move your interview to Sunday.”

“Not that,” Charles grumbles.

“Oh?” Max snorts. He leads them slowly backward through the pool house, down the narrow wood-paneled hallway that leads to the bedroom. It’s barely more than a cottage, but Max is already in love with it—isn’t sure how Mark even knows Jenson, let alone convinced him to rent it out for so cheap. He’s not sure if Jenson just took pity on Max, or if he genuinely has no idea how much a rental in Los Angeles with a pool and a skyline view is worth these days. “Who could you possibly have plans with?”

“You, idiot,” Charles grunts. He makes another little sound as Max pries his hands off his shoulders and sits him down on the edge of the bed, working his hoodie off. Charles lets Max lift his arms and tug it away, though his hair is ruffled and his face twisted with indignation when his head finally emerges. “It’s Valentine’s Day. I want to spend it doting on my boyfriend.”

Max snorts again. Charles won’t be doing any doting in the near future; not when he can barely keep his eyes open and when he’s already swaying in his seat.

“I feel doted, don’t worry,” he deadpans as he tugs off Charles’ shoes.

Charles just rolls his eyes, stifling a yawn. “You do not. I am supposed to win you carnival prizes and cook you dinner and make you laugh, and—”

“Carnival games are all a scam, anyway,” Max says. He tugs Charles’ jeans off, sending him toppling into the pillows in the process. Charles just sighs, long and low, hugging one to his chest as his eyelids dip. “I also definitely don’t have groceries, so I think cooking’s out.”

Charles frowns a little. “Max,” he says softly.

“I mean, I never cook,” Max clarifies. “I get paid enough to just order most of the time, and—I mean, you cook for half an hour and eat it in five minutes and then you have to clean, it’s just a massive waste of time. Do you want to cook together? We can just order in, it’ll probably taste better. I know a place that does Amatriciana just like they make it in Rome.”

Charles grunts a little, then unearths his arms from the pillow just to hold them out. It takes all of two seconds for Max to give in and tumble down against him, wrapped immediately in all four of Charles’ limbs. Charles pulls him in close, his eyes barely open.

“Wanted to spend time with you,” he slurs.

The rush of fondness that hits Max square in the chest is enough to knock the wind from his lungs. He feels Charles go boneless against him, lulled by the contact. It’s getting to Max, too, even if it’s tough to admit. They’ve only been apart for a month, but a month is a long time—long enough for Max’s clothes to stop smelling like him; long enough that his touch comes with an electric buzz rather than the comfort of familiarity.

It's simultaneously like Max has been without him for an eternity and like he never left. It’s a parody of when they found each other again, the years between them changing everything and yet nothing at all.

Max’s fingers absently seek out the spot behind Charles’ ear that always makes him melt, and today is no different. A few careful, slow strokes of his thumb and Charles is boneless against him, panting softly against Max’s neck. He ducks just to kiss the top of Charles’ head where the marine air has made his curls more chaotic than usual.

“You’re spending time with me,” Max whispers. “Just a little sleep in the middle, hm? Just an hour or two.”

“Then dinner,” Charles slurs.

“And then we’ll get dinner,” Max confirms.

“N’ I’ll blow you.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Okay, whatever you want.”

Charles sighs, squeezing him once before relaxing again. “Stay?” he whispers.

Max swallows. He nods, nose brushing Charles’ hair, trying to commit the feeling of him to memory—trying to ingrain the weight of him in his skin and blood and bones so that he can call it back later when Charles is back across the Atlantic again.

“Yeah, I’ll stay,” he answers, his eyes drifting shut.

It’s not like he has anywhere else to be. Mark banned him from rehearsal today once he learned Charles was visiting, and besides, Max has worked hard to learn to take breaks. He’s teaching himself how to be a more caring person, even toward himself; a more full person. He wants to be the kind of person who makes Charles happy, not who makes him worry.

He’s getting there, he’s pretty sure.

He learned a lot last fall. Not passing up opportunities was one—opportunities to be happy, or to rest, or to be cared for. He knows not to pass up sleep when he has the chance to catch an hour or two, even if he already slept the night before.

Charles’ breath falls into the familiar light rhythm of sleep, his fists slack where they’re curled in Max’s shirt. Lulled by Charles’ even breathing and the warmth of him in his arms, he lets his eyes slip shut as the easy contentment pulls him under.

[tulip-room]

blush - tobio kageyama || wc: 1.1k || genre: fluff || masterlist || tags: he fell hard, 5+1, just a two paragraph bit of angst, happy ending, yn our confident queen, hinata there to help the plot, shy kageyama

syn. a little blush here, a little blush there, a makeup artist and an athlete fall in love. it's only so many times kageyama can see them before he loses his mind. someone beats him to it though

i.

the first time she meets kageyama tobio is for an ad for some curry brand. he’s not hard to work with and he doesn’t try to make conversation and make her job more difficult. that’s all she notes about him and doesn’t make an effort to look further in to him.

ii. 

he’s glad that it’s her doing his makeup the second time they meet. all of the other makeup artists he’s had to deal with for various ads or interviews always want to talk to him more than he wants to. the process takes much longer he’s noticed if they talk and he just wants to go home to get the makeup off of his face. it never feels good on his skin, too sticky and heavy.

“hello again,” she says with a smile. she’s brought less product this time and he appreciates it. 

“hello.” he watches her as she goes about cleaning everything and using disposable applicators to apply the minimal product to his face. he can't help the twitch when she puts concealer under his eyes.

“not like makeup?”

“feels too heavy.” she hums in response and nods as she searches through her bag for something. “i can use water-based products instead. they should feel lighter on your face.”

“okay,” he does admit it feels better. not as sticky and heavy. they don’t talk again after that.

iii.

the third time he begins to believe that it’s not a coincidence. but he can’t complain much when she’s gentle with applying what needs to be done and he’s found himself wishing she would talk to him more.

who keeps asking for this? does she keep asking to be the artist for all of his shoots? “do you like makeup?” that’s a stupid question, why would she do this for a living if she didn’t like it?

“yes,” she replies with a small laugh. “all done.” there’s a smile on her face that has his breath hitching and he’s not sure why. 

he brings it up to hinata and glares at the laugh he receives. “you like her.” he can hear him over the crude speakers of the phone. 

“idiot, i don’t like her. i barely know the person.” he scoffs and realizes hinata won’t be of any help in this. 

“trust me on this, i know you’re bad at feelings but you definitely have a little crush.” hinata can’t hold back his small bits of laughter through the sentence though.

“idiot.” with a click he hangs up the phone and finds himself staring at the wall. did he like her? they’ve met three times and he likes her? that seems ridiculous. 

he calls his manager five minutes later requesting her for all of his appearances.

iv. 

surprisingly, the next time they meet he isn’t sitting in her chair and she doesn’t have her makeup bag with her. it’s at a local diner and her booth is right across from his table. she gives him a smile after realizing it is him and he nods his head. 

he tries not to look at her but he hasn’t seen her look so…relaxed and free before. the actions she takes don’t look practiced and meticulous. he watched her putts around with the straw wrapper and almost knock over her glass of water with an inkling of a smile on his face. 

“do you want to sit with me?” he finds himself asking over the silence. 

“why?”

“i don’t like having lunch alone.” that’s a lie, he’s perfectly fine with eating alone. 

“okay, i don’t like eating lunch alone either.” they eat their lunch in silence and kageyama pays even though she tries to refuse. 

“you can pay next time,” an unspoken promise. 

v.

when he visits japan it doesn’t feel the same. maybe he’s grown too used to the structure of italy. the sights, the language, and the people. his heart yearns for italy on nights he sleeps in his childhood bed. it’s become uncomfortable and bulky compared to his bed in italy. as much as it hurts, japan doesn’t feel like home anymore. 

his friends are there…mostly, some have gone off across the world in their own ways. his family is there, his old coach is there, the place he got rejected for the first time. his first kiss was there, his first volleyball game. japan was his beginning but it feels like a coat that he’s grown out of but is still made to wear when the weather grows cold. it will always be warmth but not enough for him to stay there. 

he returns to italy two weeks later and the first thing he does it run to the beach and just watch the waves. italy is warm and italy is his home now. “funny seeing you here,” his eyes flutter open and behind him he sees her approaching him. “haven’t seen you recently, i thought it was my turn to pay?”

that’s another thing japan didn’t have. it didn’t have her. “it is.” she sits down beside him and they look at the clouds.

“where were you?” her voice feels as gentle as the waves. wearing down slowly at his resolve. 

“visiting japan,” he sighs and brings his knees down from his chest.

“most people would say visiting home you know.” she remarks with a small smile.

“japan doesn’t feel like home anymore.” she hums but doesn’t push. “i think i’ve been gone too long.”

“that happens…are you upset about it?”

“i’m…not sure.”

“that’s okay, do you want to get some lunch?”

“yeah, i’d like that.”

vi.

they’ve been meeting more frequently. numbers were exchanged and texts sent later than either should be up. quiet smiles at their phones between practice and appointments. it’s two months before he sits in her chair again. before the lights hit his face and the bag she carries with her is set down on the vanity next to him. 

his cheeks feel warmer than they used to. has she gotten closer? when he closes his eyes he can feel her breath and the soft touch of her fingers as she applies product to his face. “you’re really pretty tobio.” he feels his breath stutter a little bit. 

“thank you, you are too.” 

“might need something to cover the red on your cheeks.” oh…could she tell? “if you like me, you can just say so. i like you too.”

it takes a moment for the words to wrap around his brain. “i do. like you i mean.”

“i know,” she cleans off her pallets and throws away the applicators. “this is where you ask me on a date.”

“will you go on a date with me?”

“i would love to. be ready by six.”

hi ave <3 i hope you enjoy this !!! it’s your present for valentine’s day because i love you so much <3333 if you guys want to see the other things im writing today go here, it will be updated throughout the day <33

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[keisenthusiast]

pov: you are dating oikawa tooru

[oikawa tooru+fluff+dating+headcanon]

words count: 754

dating oikawa tooru is basically like dating someone who is both your biggest headache and your biggest fan. he’s dramatic, he’s affectionate, he’s confident—except when he’s not, and that’s when you see the real him. the one that’s overworked, constantly trying to prove himself, and secretly a little insecure. but if there’s one thing that never changes, it’s how much he adores you. he’s also one of the most devoted boyfriends you could ever have. he loves loudly. he makes sure you know exactly how much he adores you, whether it’s through grand gestures, teasing texts, or random compliments that leave you speechless.

he is so proud to be with you. it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been dating, he still acts like he’s trying to impress you. one time, he played an entire practice match better than usual just because you were watching. iwaizumi literally dragged him by the collar afterward like, “stop showing off, trashykawa.” he’s so in love with you, and he makes sure you and everyone else knows it.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 things he does:

- sends you soooo many selfies. sometimes he looks good, sometimes he’s making the ugliest face possible. usually with captions like "thinking about u~" or "this is the face of a man in love with u (lucky u!)" either way, he expects compliments.

- keeps a picture of you in his volleyball bag. not just on his phone, but physically. when makki and mattsun found out, they would not shut up about it.

- walks you home after practice, even if his legs are dead tired, because “what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you go alone?”

- insists on braiding your hair if it’s long enough, “trust me, i have an older sister, i know what i’m doing.” if it’s short, he just plays with it absentmindedly when you sit next to him!

- sometimes steals your hoodies, your hair ties, your snacks—anything that belongs to you, he will claim.

- insists on calling you his [y/n], like it’s a title. “sorry, i have plans with my [y/n] today,” he’ll say dramatically, hand over his chest like he’s the most devoted boyfriend in the world.

- very touchy. a hand on your waist, fingers brushing against yours, a kiss on your forehead before a match—absolutely demands a good luck kiss before every game. even if it’s just a forehead tap or a quick peck on the cheek, he won’t step on the court without it.

- loves taking couple pictures. like, a ridiculous amount. “wait, wait, the lighting is good here—one more!!”

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 how he handles arguments:

- oikawa is stubborn. and sometimes, his pride gets the better of him. when you two argue, he tends to react on instinct, maybe gets a little defensive at first, a little whiny “but that’s not what i meant—”. but once he cools down, he really cools down. he’s self-aware enough to know when he’s being immature, and even if it takes him a few hours, he will come back and apologize properly.

- step one: pout dramatically somewhere nearby, making it obvious he’s sulking.

step two: rethink everything he said, realize he was kind of dumb, groan into his hands.

step three: find you, hug you from behind, and sigh deeply “okay, okay, i get it. i was wrong.”

step four: bury his face into your shoulder and dramatically whine about how much he missed you in the last three hours of not talking.

- he’s not afraid to admit when he messes up because he hates being on bad terms with you. he’d rather swallow his pride than stay upset, but he also makes sure to explain how he feels, too. he wants you to understand why he acted a certain way, not just say sorry and move on.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 how things is with his fans..?:

- you definitely get some side-eyes from his fangirls, but oikawa is surprisingly firm about it. he likes that people admire him, but he loves you. and he makes that clear.

- oikawa, to his credit, is never dismissive about your feelings. if you ever feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed, he takes it seriously. he reassures you constantly, never giving you a reason to doubt his feelings.

- whenever someone crosses the line—like leaving mean comments about you, he doesn’t hesitate to shut it down, “if you respect me, you should respect my relationship, too.”

- he also makes it obvious he’s taken. posting pictures with you, walking you home, literally introducing you as his girlfriend, it’s impossible to mistake it.

also, i kinda want to talk about this:

i saw some people on tt talking about this n someone said "she probably dumped him because he's flirty with his fans" hmmm i don't think so 😊 i feel like it was probably more about his obsession with volleyball. we've literally see how intense he is with vb, his entire life revolves around the sport. i wouldn’t be surprised if he neglected his relationship without realizing it, which would obviously a much bigger issue. so yeah, i doubt it was because of the fangirls. but like, it hasn't been confirmed so..

i apologize if there's any mischaracterization!

[petew21-blog]

Ted Lasso: The better coach

Nate hated how Roy carried himself around Richmond. He thought that people would respect him after Ted offered him the assistant coach position. And yet people still treated him the same way as when he was equipment manager before. They didn’t notice him, listen to him. He felt so overlooked.

And on top of that Roy got offered the position as a coach for AFC Richmond. Why would Ted do that to Nate? Does he not appreciate him?

As he stood on the field he envied Roy his life. The way everyone respected him, looked up to him. He looked amazing and he even managed to go out with Keeley. Nate shouted at two players, which they shrugged off by laughing at him. He clenched his teeth. “Fuckers. They would never do that to Roy. Fucker has it much easier.”

In a sudden moment of feeling uneasy, Nate closed his eyes and suddenly felt everything shift. He felt warm water run all over his body. He opened his eyes. He wasn’t on the field anymore. He was in the Richmond showers. How the hell did he get there? He turned around but he was alone there. He couldn’t say what it was, but something was definitely off.

He looked down. What the hell? Instead of his overweight body, there was a muscular and very hairy torso instead. And definitely not his. He looked at his arms, which were now also hairy, but absolutely not the same he was used to see every day. Then he looked down. He recognized that dick from the lockers. That’s Roy’s dick.

Still wet and naked, he left the shower. He got close to the nearest mirror. There he was. His reflection confirmed it. He looked like Roy now. “What the…” he didn’t even finish the sentence, because his new deep and very familiar voice shocked him. He touched his throat. “How is this possible?” He placed his new large rough hand on his hairy  large torso and scratched himself. “Well, this is not bad.”

As he started inspecting his lower parts the door swung open. His body stormed in with an angry look. He sees his body in front of the mirror, exploring. “What. The. Fuck?! You WANKER! What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

Nate turns to face his face scared of what will follow.

Roy:”You THIEVING WANKER. YOU STEAL MY BODY AND THE FIRST THING YOU DO IS VIOLATE ME IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR?!”

Nate:”Roy, I..”

Roy:”Don’t you ROY ME, DICKHEAD! FUCK. I AM YOU. I AM A LOSER NOW. “

Nate couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact that this was happening. Roy saw that and swung his fist. Roy almost felt over, but Nate was pleasantly surprised that it didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would. “Damn, my body is weak.”

Roy:”That’s all you’re gonna say, you fucker?!?”

Nate:”I have to say it’s hilarious to see you like this, but I don’t know how this happened either.”

Roy looked up at his old naked body towering above him. “Then how did it happen, IDIOT?!”

Nate smiled: ”I am not sure, but hitting your face won’t help the situation.”

The door opened again. Ted entered with a smile:”Oh hey, there you are Nate. We are waiting for you in the office. Why are you on the floor?”

Roy looked at Nate and back at Ted:”I… slipped.”

Ted:”Right. Ok, hurry so we can finish the plans. By the way, Roy, not to be creepy, but nice dick.”

Nate laughed. He stood there above his old body in this massive hairy muscular god-like body and someone actually noticed him. He felt the surge of confidence.

Roy got up and whispered to Nate: “Wait for me here, I’ll be back. We have to sort this out”¨

Nate watched as he left and the room got quiet again. Finally some time for himself.

He approached the mirror again. He inspected his beard, his cheek bones, his new pointy nose, his thick eyebrows. “Perfect face, perfect body.” Nate smiled. His palms traced the edges of his hairy torso. “This guy is a gorilla,” he looked down at his pubic hair “gorilla everywhere” he noticed as his new quite honorable member was getting bigger. He turned to the side admiring the ridges of his abs. He pushed his fingers through the carpet of hair covering them. He felt the power. The dominance.

There was a knock at the door that interrupted his self-admiration. He stood still naked in the locker room. The door opened. Keeley, his girlfriend, stood there with visible confusion. “Are you posing in the mirror?”

Nate:”Yeah. I like what I see. You don’t?”

Keeley:”Why are you acting so weird?”

Nate:”Better question would be, why are we not already fucking right now?”

There was a moment of silence, but Keeley was struck by Roy’s confidence. She threw herself over him. They were passionately making out. Keeley throwing away her panties making her naked under her short dress. Nate kiss her neck and grabbed her below her waist. Her legs locked behind his back as his new large dick got quickly hard. He pressed her against the mirror. He made his way inside of her and started pounding her.

Keeley was moaning in pleasure and grabbing Roy’s head. Nate couldn’t believe that he was fucking Keeley right now, completely naked in Roy’s body. As he was increasing the speed of his thrusts. He looked at Keeley’s face full of pleasure with her eyes closed. And next to her in the reflection of the mirror he saw his body standing in the doorway, silent and with a shocked expression. Nate smiled, but didn’t stop.

After finishing inside of her, Keeley left the room, satisfied.

Nate finally grabbed the towel on the bench. He felt amazing. He felt so dominant.

He left the room with only the towel around his waist and went to the office. Ted sat there behind the computer. “Hey, Roy. Someone is pretty confident today. Walking around in just a towel”

Nate felt really confident, but Roy was threatening his new life, he had to get rid of him. And he knew exactly how to do that. “Nate is the one who leaked the info to the press”

Ted:”WHAT?!”

Nate:”I heard him talking on the phone. Thought you should know that”

He left the room with a smile knowing Ted wouldn’t just let it go.

The following days were crazy. Roy spiraled in the mess that Nate left him in. He left Richmond and took position in West Ham under the lead of Rupert Mannion.

Nate on the other hand couldn’t be happier. He became a coach. Became a dominant, respected hot male. Nate was finally happy.

Inbox request:

Ted Lasso: Could you maybe do a story where Nate is so jealous of Roy Kent that he swaps their bodies? Nate loving being so handsome and masculine, as well as loving how hairy he is. Most of all though, Nate loving the respect and authority he now has as Roy, as well as being together with Roy’s girlfriend.

I'm not sure if I got the story quite right. I don't watch the show, sorry :/ hope you like it

[fangdokja]

I don't know if anyone else has told you this, but you are a really captivating writer. Maybe it's just me, but when I read your writing I feel genuine fear, it is almost as if I've jumped into the screen and experiencing the story myself.

Hook, line, and sinker, I am reeled in by your words. Thank you for sharing your talent to the world!

WARNING: Semi-formal rambling + Library Recommendations, based on what emotions you want to awaken inside you.

Aww, very wholesome message, Anon :)). That’s very nice of you. I’m honored you think of me as a captivating writer, your genuine support and honesty it’s appreciated. Thanks for taking the time out of your day to leave such and encouraging message here with me, thank you.

Don’t worry, you aren’t the only one. I’ve gotten comments even from those who have read horror and yandere content for years, and don’t react or feel much, even personality-wise. They did say that they felt genuinely afraid or immersed in the story.

And now you too. That honestly makes me so happy :)). I always aim to create extremely immersive stories, characters, and worlds after all. Especially grounded in some form of moral grounds and logical world building, even if it takes place in a fantasy setting.

One of my musts as a write is that I always want my Readers to actually live in the role, to feel that they’re actually in the stories. Fully immersed and not simply reading it passively, or as a third person with a safety net. Especially when it comes to horror yandere content.

Whenever I write, I always aim to awaken and touch the emotions of people. Whatever emotion I’m aiming like for Yandere! Valentines! Special:

Yandere! Valentines Special

Novella : Red Roses, Black Hearts

This Valentine’s, your heart might be the last thing you give away.

Yandere! Yan-Apocalypse

Drabbles

The perfect Valentine’s present: something personal, thoughtful, and won’t scream anymore.

And Yandere! Otome Game, it’s full of dark humor and comedy.

Yandere! Otome Game

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Crown Prince, Archduke, Supreme Mage, Demon King, War Hero, Master Thief, Enemy Spy, Demon Assassin

Drabbles

How do you escape a yandere harem? Asking for a very distressed friend (me).

How to Turn ‘Till Death Do Us Part’ Into a Very Literal Situation.

"Romance is a garbage genre, but if I have to play, I might as well do it on easy mode."

The love interests were bad. The backup plans are worse.

One of them wants to marry you. The other wants to make sure he never does.

Headcanons 1 : How to Survive a Reverse Harem (You Don’t) (General)

I hate it here.

System: “Would you like to resume the main storyline?” You click ‘No.’ They click ‘Yes.’

Imagine hating me so much that you chase me across lifetimes. Imagine being that obsessed.

It’s made to make people laugh and enjoy lighthearted feels. Dark humor is my lightest yandere content, and people love it. They laugh, enjoy, comment, etc. I consider it a huge success already for me if you found it funny or amusing.

Other times, I aim for fear, dread, panic, feelings meant to be inspired in horror. The best Yanderes for this would be my personal “Unhinged Yandere Collection”.

Other people already freaked out a bit in Yandere! Alpha! Hybrid Wolf.

Yandere! Alpha! Wolf Hybrid & Little Omega

Drabbles

“You look prettier when you cry.”

“Do you know what I love most about you?”

“You don’t get to decide anymore,”

“And treasures don’t get to escape.”

“You’re waiting for someone to come for you, aren’t you?”

“Cry for me,”

“But don’t worry, darling. I’ll fill it with something better. Me.”

“You’ll only ever have one choice with me,”

Novelette 1 : Marked and Mated

🔞Run all you want, little omega—I love the chase.

But the truly unhinged Yanderes I have? We currently have three who are part of this collection: Yandere! Russian! Mafia Boss...

Yandere! Russian! Mafia Boss

♡ Main Story. 🔞"I trusted you, wife, and now I'll teach you what betrayal feels like."

Headcanons 1 : The Bride of Blood (General)

To him, you're perfect. To you, he's just a mission.

🔞"I don't need your love, I need your submission."

And, Yandere! Author.

Yandere! Author

Headcanons 1 : Fate’s Final Draft (General)

He’s the hero in his own story… and you’re his latest toy.

🔞"You like happy endings? Too bad. I don’t write those."

There’s a third one, but those are major spoilers lol.

Or how about sadness, despair, and pain? Yandere! College! Bully did really well in this, which was what I was aiming for.

Yandere! College! Bully & Loser

Oneshots

The worst part? You’ve stopped trying to fight it.

Novella 1 : Torn Between Us

In a world where no one cares, he’s the one who notices you… and that’s frightening.

Trust no one. Not even yourself.

Or maybe bittersweet and wholesome? Comforting, realistic, yet warmly wholesome. Ironic considering the character I wrote it for. Yandere! Light Yagami.

Light Yagami

Novella 1 : In the Name of Love

Two hearts, one unspoken promise—forever best friends.

The sweetest kisses are often the most dangerous.

And of course, we have the gaslighters who make you question reality, full on gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss.

Scaramouche / Wanderer / Kunikuzushi

Novella 1 : Lover or Captor?

Your body is chained, but your mind? Still free. Or is it?

Mixed Character Stories

You tried to break up with him… but did you ever really want to? (Chrollo Lucilfer, Johan Liebert, Geto Suguru)

I’m genuinely curious on what your favorite story is or who your favorite characters are, Anon. This is just me usually being curious on my Readers’ personal takes and perspectives. Plain curiosity. You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable or the like. Just have fun and relax, you’ve already done a lot just with leaving me this wholesome message :))

Haha, I liked how your described your feelings. “Hook, line, and sinker, I am reeled in by your words.” That makes me sound like a fisherman, and also reminds me of the verse, “Come, follow me, and I will make you fishers of men (Matthew 4:19).”

And no need to thank me. You’re welcome though. This also goes for all my Readers. The thanks is appreciated, but don’t need to thank me or anything. I enjoy writing, it’s healing for me. It’s not as if it’s a job or anything. I’m genuinely happy writing stories.

And, honestly? I’m genuinely shocked how much people are reading my stories. Engaging and even being genuinely impacted it, makes me really happy. It honestly feels like I’m running my very own social entrepreneurship project. Technical terms, it’s not. But, just the vibes.

Nevertheless, thank you for all the support. From you, Anon, and to the rest of my Readers.

Thank you very much for reading, immersing yourselves in my stories, having fun and relaxing, commenting, reblogging, and sharing your thoughts with me.

Actually all of you Readers have varying personalities. Most of you are lurkers, but it’s interesting to see this growing diversity in community.

∘₊✧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 ✧₊∘

❝ 𝘈 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥 & 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘦. ❞ (✦ 𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙲𝚃𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚂 ✦)

I’m well aware it’s not really a social hub, which is why I’m genuinely shocked with the influx of inbox messages. Though, even then, it’s a generally quiet community. And that’s alright. I don’t want any of you to feel pressured to engage beyond just reading if it makes you uncomfortable. All I want for each of you is to just relax and enjoy the stories here. It’s your digression if you want to do more or less. No worries. And no need to feel pressured with outside factors and people.

Life is already difficult enough as it is, so think of it as a breather in a life that’s always moving, always asking for more. In a way, it’s about appreciating the moment and present, the blessings you have. And slowing down to think, ponder, and relax in immersion.

Hope that’s understandable.

But if you want the short answer?

Please do continue to have fun and relax in The Library Of Forbidden Texts.

We welcome you all here. Whether you crave our dark humor cafe snacks, or the sophisticated erotic horror dining, we have it all here for you to enjoy.

All you have to do is read and relax. :))

[urauntiefaye]

&team mtl get jealous easily!

&Team Most to Least Likely Get Jealous Easily🌸

WC:545  

TW: Jealous &Team, nothing really big tbh 

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to reply, I hope you like it <3

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Yuma: Yuma honestly gives off vibes of being pretty ‘territorial’ of the people in his life. Like once he opens up and lets someone in, they're not going anywhere so if he feels a sudden threat to it he will act on it. 

Harua: Harua just seems like the jealous type to him, very much a “what’s his is his” kind of person. Will literally act up and get petty over someone just as much talking to you because he needs your attention on him at all times. 

Taki: Taki is also pretty jealous, I remember in one video he said he got upset seeing Kei squishing the other members cheeks. He won’t necessarily be upfront about it but there are signs because he will pout and look sad the entire time you’re hanging out or talking to someone else. 

Euijoo: Euijoo gives me silent jealousy, like he is also just as jealous as the other three but it’s not as intense, simply because he knows how to hide it very well. It won’t be until afterwards he’s clinging to you and telling you how much he loves you in hopes you don’t leave him. But also will eventually talk to you about it. 

Jo: Jo is similar to Euijoo to me, like practically the same when it comes to this. The only difference is that he’s practically a rock in these moments, not because he knows how to hide it but because he’s worried if he does you’ll be put off. He won’t even bring it up to you, so you’ll eventually have to ask him if you have any suspensions 

Nicholas: Nicholas seems very confident and secure in himself, and it most likely does too in your relationship. So I don’t see him getting that jealous because his thoughts are always about how he knows he can treat you better and shit. However even though he’s not the jealous type he is the protective type and if he sees things escalating he will step in.

Maki: Maki honestly seems way too chill to be the jealous type in my opinion, similar to Nicholas I also think he’s pretty secure with himself and you so he knows nothing will happen. But that doesn’t mean he won’t punch a guy for touching your ass because you’re his <3. Also I feel like he just gets more flabbergasted than anything when it comes to guys trying to flirt with you because he’s literally right there. 

Kei: Kei comes across as pretty mature, not saying mature people can’t get jealous but I feel like he’s just more of a rational thinker ya know?. He’ll be pretty calm and will talk it out with you, but like Nicholas and Maki he will step in if things get too much and you can’t handle it. 

Fuma: I’mma be honest Fuma just doesn’t seem like the jealous type to me at all. He’s secured in himself and you, is a rational thinker, will talk it out with you, and knows you won’t ever leave him because why on earth would you. If you ever go up to him and say you have another guy he’d start laughing because he knows it’s a stupid prank you’re trying to pull 

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