#jewelry. he wears a LOT more than just that. i need to throw on some piercings too…

[fissions-chips]

not spicy but here have the concept work for one of The Sins- Mynah, the casino boss and personification of Greed.

[exuvianen]

dating hc's with dr. ratio, aventurine + blade!

headcanons about what these hsr men do in a relationship witth you <3

cw: x reader, gn! reader (no physical descriptions), mostly fluff, sfw, headcanon style

notes: hsr brainrot… ahahaha... i hope i have a fairly good grasp on these characters and wrote them well. 

wc: ~1050 words, around 350 words per character. all under the cut!

feel free to drop an ask or to add on to my thoughts! likes + rbs are appreciated  <3

✎ Dr. Ratio:

He likes parallel play, or being alone together with you. He works on his own projects, like grading papers or writing a new thesis while you’re doing your own thing, like playing video games or reading. Occasionally, he might ask you for your input, such as ideas about his next thesis or what pose he should sculpt himself into next. 

He has a spare desk and chair for you in his office. You can choose to do work or entertain yourself there when you visit him and he’s still teaching a lecture, but feel free to take a nap on the plush sofa he bought just for you. 

He will nag you about your health but in an annoyingly endearing way. He fusses over you, telling you about appropriate attire for today’s weather, offering you an umbrella, and reminding you to drink water. 

He entertains all your ideas, no matter how silly or illogical. He’ll hear you out on anything you say, though he might have some very strong disagreements or objections to your ideas, especially if they are silly or completely nonsensical. However, he never turns you away when you bound up to him with a mischievous gleam in your eyes - he just sighs and prepares himself mentally to hear whatever goofiness comes out of your mouth. 

He’s your biggest cheerleader, supporter, and advocate. Though he may come off as intimidating, he is always willing to help advance your career or work. He has many connections and vast knowledge of the universe after all - why not utilize them for his beloved? 

He’s very good at dispelling any irrational thoughts in your head. If you’re panicking and your mind is disoriented, he’ll sit next to you and hold your hand gently, but firmly to ground you. He doesn’t speak at all when you vent out all your frustration, confusion, or anger - rather, he’s silently contemplative and then asks questions when you finish talking. He’ll indirectly guide you to a solution while gently calming you down as he dispels those pesky thoughts from your head.

He makes a custom alabaster head for you. 

♤ Aventurine:

A big fan of matching accessories and clothing. You don’t need to wear the exact same outfit, but he likes wearing complementary colors and jewelry to yours.

If you’d like, he’d be more than happy to bring you to casinos and public events with him. He wants to show off to you and let you witness his wit, talent, and skill like a peacock presenting its colorful feathers. 

He likes it a lot when you trace his skin through the spade-shaped hole in his outfit.

He hates the feeling of being vulnerable, but he likes being around you. This creates conflicting emotions inside of him. Oftentimes, he doesn’t know how to deal with it and just lurks by you. Pull him into a hug to quiet the voices in his head. 

He will send you packages or luxury items from the planets he’s visiting. You’ll be greeting a disgruntled Topaz or IPC soldiers at your door as they hand you various gifts ranging from limited-edition jewelry to flowers that bloom only once every 200 amber eras. He gifts extremely grand things, but he always knows how to find things that suit your tastes.

He’s a big spender on you. If you’re unused to the amount of money he’s willing to throw at you, he’s going to give you a lot of “exposure therapy” with his generosity. He’ll invite you to private auctions, lavish galas, luxury boutiques, and high-end jewelry stores. He’ll start filling your wardrobe with tailor-made clothes with the excuse that you should match his outfits when you attend formal events together, but his clothing contributions eventually infiltrate your closet pretty deeply. 

He enjoys being pampered and pampering you. Self-care nights are a must - as a representative of the IPC and one of the ten Stonehearts, he has to keep himself presentable and looking sharp, and that goes for his partner too! He’s more than happy to spend money to fund your trips to the salon or buy you any beauty products to use at home. He’d love to put on face masks together and share a drink or two with you. 

☠︎︎ Blade:

If you want to, and Elio’s script permits, he will bring you along on missions to safer planets. He’ll drop you off at a commercial district - feel free to go shopping or try out some novelty food while he wraps up his Stellaron Hunter business.

He likes getting his hair brushed. One of his favorite activities is sitting down and letting you comb through his hair after he cleans up from a mission. It’s an activity that leaves him vulnerable, but he doesn’t mind if it’s with you.

He’s an acts of service kind of guy. He moves to take your bags before you even say anything, holds open doors, and pulls out chairs for you. Brings you a cup of water and some fruit when you’ve been working for too long, and silently drapes his jacket over you when you shiver.

Tell him you like a certain pastry and he’ll show up every day and bring some. Show him a picture of a pretty flower and he’s boarding a spaceship to bring the flower to you personally. If you want something, he’ll do his best to get it.

He’s pretty quiet, but he’ll remember everything you say, what your preferences are, and what you like. He secretly writes it down in case his memory gets murky, and he’ll often reread his notes to remind himself.

He gives simple but traditional gifts to you, such as jade bracelets and pendants, and combs and hairpins if you have longer hair to wear or use them.*

He’ll treasure anything you gift to him. If you make an accessory for him, he wears it at all times. If your gift is small enough, he’ll stow it safely in his pockets and take it everywhere with him.

If family is important to you, he’ll send funds their way and ensure that they’re taken care of. 

As someone who’s often dead and then undead, his body can get stiff. He’ll enjoy it immensely if you massage him, and accompany him for his daily stretches and calisthenics. Even if you just hold him for a while, he finds that his muscles will relax from the warmth emitting from your body. Therefore, he quite appreciates having you physically near him.

* Combs, hairpins, Jade bracelets, and pendants were given as tokens of love and affection in Ancient China. These gifts have a deeper meaning/symbolism, but for the sake of post length, I did not write them all out. 

[frogchiro]

Been thinking about Chris in the college AU…

I think he’s a fuckboy, but at his core he has trad sensibilities (because he’s an asshole). So he fucks around with girls at college, but his ultimate goal is to find a nice girl to marry who can stay in his house and raise his kids so she never has to use that pretty little college degree.

Maybe he’s a sophomore now, so he’s still looking to chase tail, not quite ready to find his wife, so he’s not looking very hard.

But then Leon keeps talking about you. And poor Leon… he has no idea that him talking about his crush on you and all of the things he likes about you is like dropping bleeding prey in a shark tank. If Leon had kept his crush a secret, you might never have been noticed by any of them! But now it seems like every guy in his frat wants a piece of you!

And Chris sees you occasionally around campus, in class, almost never at any parties. You’re a good student, well dressed (mostly modest!), with great hips and a great rack (childbearing!!). And one day he sees you sitting with Ashley for coffee, and you take a napkin to wipe some whipped cream from her mouth for her, and Chris has to run back to the house to take a cold shower because he can so easily imagine you doing the same thing to his babies when you have them. What?

You’re almost never at the frat parties, cause you’re a good girl. And when you are, he never sees you go off with any guys, never lets them feel you up, you never get sloppy and drunk like that other sluts that come to these things. You just delicately sip from your cup, smiling and laughing with your little group of friends. You wear such nice jewelry— his ring on your finger would fit so perfectly with your look. What?

And the way you brush off Krauser and Leon when they’re being sleazy and quite frankly, desperate. He might’ve fallen for you at the exact same moment as Krauser. And Chris has such a superiority complex about his attraction to you. Leon just has a stupid little boy crush, Krauser wants to dick you down stupid, and to be honest… he’s not entirely certain what Luis is angling for, but he knows it’s probably not anything virtuous. But Chris wants to make an honest woman outta you 💖 so in his mind, he’s the only one pursuing you for the “right” reasons.

And if you’re friends with Clair, he’s totally taking advantage of that. Fishing for information about you, asking if you maybe have somewhere to go during holiday break…

-🐱

Yeah tbh that sums Chris really well up ;; Also I apologize for not answering sooner I just had a lot going on with uni work and it really hindered my writing attempts </3

And yes, Chris is definitely that type of guy that will fuck any girl that is willing but they are the sluts!! They are the hoes who don't respect themselves and are only after the dick!!1 And he is the nice guy who will fuck them and throw them out afterwards bc he 'doesn't do feelings' or shit like that.

Chris is here only for a good time and ofc experience! Like you said, despite being an asshole and a obnoxious party and fuckboy, he has weirdly traditional values at heart; white picked fence, a sweet stay at home wife with a baby on her hip for who he will gladly provide for as the loving and caring husband and will need all the sexual experience to make his wifey feel good...But he still has time! He is in college for 'all the experiences' more than the education itself and he's not the sharpest tool in the shed with how reckless he is but that's fine!

...Until it isn't

It was all fine and dandy until Leon started to bring you up, some girl he met in class and was gushing over you. Okay, weird enough since Leon wasn't really the gushing type but fair enough, nothing to worry over. But then it started to escalate and Chris started to wonder what is going on with his friend. Leon stopped going on those casual dates, stopped hooking up, never even glanced at another girl and his whining about you got even worse.

The final straw for Chris was when he caught Leon jacking off and filming himself while whining something about 'please respond I send you a cumshot video, now you have to send me a pussy pic, please even a tit pic please-' and Chris knew he had to get to know this girl that made Leon so pussy whipped without even seeing it as far as he knows!

And yeah Chris probably saw you for the first time during that one party where you and your little friend rejected Krauser's advances and Chris almost snorted his drink out and spat on the girl he was flirting with; suits that blonde asshole right, and you're...You're honestly incredible in Chris's eyes. So assertive and composed...Your clothes on the more revealing side, your tits almost spilling out of that dress, fuck...But still nowhere slutty like other girls!

Chris definitely has a weird superiority complex; despite the fact that he's arguably the worst hypocrite out of the group he still believes that his love for you is the only 'real' one; Leon is a dumb horny rich boy with a middle school crush, Krauser will sleaze over pretty girls all the time and Luis is a certified ladies man, he refers to himself in that way for fucks sake! And then there is Chris who wants to wife you up! Isn't he charming?? Just please ignore those girls who complain about the hookups he had with them, they are probably just bitter that he threw them out <3

[roseychains]

could you maybe do relationship/nsfw headcanons for gojo and nanami. Please

Relationship and nsfw h/c for Gojo and Nanami ~

A/n: thanks for the request! This was pretty fun writing, I enjoyed it a lot and kinda went crazy ;3

C/w: fluff, sillyness. As for nsfw, written by a minor!

Sfw

Gojo

Major gift giver!! It’s his love language and he certainly has the money to do so. If he sees something that reminds him of you, he’ll buy it for you. If he thinks you’ll like it, he buys it for you. If he thinks it’s a cool thing, he’ll buy it to show you

Sooo touchy. He’s clingy and cuddly. He always has his hands on you. Holding yours, snaked around your waist, hip, around your neck, on your thigh, it doesn’t matter. He needs to hold you. When he gets home from particularly draining missions, he just wants to wrap his arms around you and sleep

Speaking of sleep, he’s really sleepy. And snores loud as fuck, almost monstrously so. That’s only for day naps, at night, he won’t let himself sleep before you are asleep

He sometimes has bad dreams, dreams where something happens to you and will wake up and pull you closer. He’s gentle enough to not wake you up but holding you is a comfort to him

Loves to take you shopping and play dress up with you. He will pick out clothes with you then send you to the changing room, and have you walk out real quick to show him how you look

He loves showering together, and he loves washing your hair for you and vice versa

You play games together, and he rages. Y’all definitely have some shared concels for playing things together, and he will throw a fit when he loses

He likes helping you cook. He will get things out for you, cut veggies and wash the dishes while you run the kitchen

But sometimes he cooks for you, doing it all in an apron that says “kiss the chef” or something cheesy

Buys you the most expensive jewelry, and urges you to wear it anytime you go out

Hugs from behind!! Lots of sneaky teasing touches. Pinches you playfully. Slaps ur ass then runs knowing your about to turn around and get his 10x harder

He acts like he’s smaller than he is. Will definitely ask to be little spoon, but you end up wrapping around him like a backpack. Sits on YOUR lap, etc

Always wants a kiss. Never let’s you leave the house without a kiss, and vise versa

He will pose for you. Pose for you to draw him, pose for pics, etc

Let’s you practice hair, nails, makeup, and anything else traditionally feminine on him. He thinks he looks fabulous

Will attempt to take bites of your food when you aren’t looking

Nanami

Such a gentlemen. He will chauffeur you everywhere, open your door for you, carry you when your feet hurt, pay for 100% of all dates, treats you like a princess

Speaking of princess treatment, he makes you breakfast in bed “just because”

Definition of a male wife. He does all the cleaning and helps with the cooking, always has the bed made and the house tidy by the time you get home

Brushes and does your hair for you, learned how to specifically for you

Such a romantic. I’m talking candle lit dinners, rose petals adorning the bedroom, bubble baths and more

Surprisingly super shy in public. You have to break him out of his shell a little bit

He secretly wears women’s perfume when he can. He thinks it smells so much nicer than cologne

Puts your needs first down to the most minimal details. Not making you sit next to strangers on trains, letting you get the entire hotel bed to yourself, letting you shower first with the hot water, etc

He takes any and all of your injuries seriously. Even a small paper cut he will have you wash and put a bandage on it to prevent infection

He also doesn’t take any risks. He makes sure anytime you guys are outside for an extended period of time that your wearing sunscreen. When you guys are in grass, he’s making sure you have on some kind of bug spray on your ankles

Brews coffee everymorning like clockwork for the both of you. He likes it black but bought a ton of stuff for you, so he makes your coffee Starbucks style the way you like it with cream and stuff

Watches you sleep, not in a creepy way. More in like your so beautiful he can’t keep his eyes off way

He’s super into yoga, will go to yoga classes with you. He’s so stiff he needs it

He reads a lot of books, and will geek out about them to you

Frequently accidently sleeps with his glasses on, you’ll wake up beside him and he will just. Have them on. And when he gets up in the morning to take them off he has red marks around his eyes

Nsfw

Gojo

Such a fucking tease. He LOVES to get you worked up before giving you what you want

Edging and overstim both ways. He loves to get you so close to that edge, then pull out and make you whine or beg for it. He also really enjoys making yoy cum over and over until your crying and pleading with him to stop. As for himself, his main motive for edging himself is to help him last longer. Lord knows he can’t stand more than 10 minutes inside you without cumming. He also loves it when you milk him for all he’s worth, ridding him into tears

Absolutely into sensory deprivation. He gets a kick out of either you, not being able to know his next move keeping you in the dark, or him, being at your mercy

Speaking of sensory stuff, he fucking loves it when you wear his blindfold. Blocking your vision, you can only feel his touches and not see them

He cums so much, everywhere all the time. His favorite place to cum has to be all over your face. Have you sucking him off, but before he cums he pulls out and jerks it a few times before painting your face with his seed. It’s so hot to him, seeing you covered in it

He might even take a picture if you let him. He’s really into picture/video taking, just to have for himself. Whenever your not there, he can pull out his file of lewd photos and videos of you two

He is soooo vocal. He’s loud and his moans are whiny. He doesn’t hold back though, he has no shame. Matter of fact he wants everyone to know what you do to him

Speaking of, he’s a bit of a risk taker. He’s not past sneaking into a changing room for you to help him with the boner he got looking at you in those clothes

While he may cum fast, he can still last several rounds without break. He is the strongest, after all

Loves oral giving and receiving because it’s so messy. He loves it when your drooling all over his cock, or when his chin is covered in your slick

He’s a switch, but when he’s on bottom he’d moan if you step on his cock. Such a slutty submissive, and a brat too. He’d do things to get you angry so you punish him for it later <3

Definitely has considered 3somes with geto, but never brought it up

I can see him being into roleplay

He’s not insanely girthy, but he is LONGG and pretty. Has a cute curve at the end that’s perfect for you

He loves fucking your tits

His fingers are slim and long, and when he fingers you he will make you see stars

Thinks it’s so hot when he gets you to squirt

Somno with consent

If you need to be clean right that moment he will do so, but aftercare with him usually he prefers to cuddle up and sleep then clean up in the morning

Nanami

Such a service dom. He’s a provider, and that nature sticks in the bedroom. He lives to please you, and will make you cum several times before even freeing his cock from his tight pants

He would definitely dabble in bdsm. Specifically, what he enjoys is bondage and brat taming

With bondage, he has it all. It may be a small fluffy pair of handcuffs binding your wrists behind your back, two a sturdy rope tying your ankles and wrists to the corner of the bed, to full on shibari, ropes all over your body

Absolutely uses his tie and/or belt to bind you

Brat taming was something you insisted, and when he tried it he found out he got a kick out of it too. It started with you teasing him all day, and when you begged him to be rough with you and put you in your place who is he to deny you?

Both kinks are done with upmost gentleness and care. Of course. He may also engage in light impact play, small spanks on your ass and even your clit. Nothing enough to hurt, just a little love tap to startle you

His hands drive you insane. His hands are so big, they wrap perfectly around your wrists, neck, hips, waist, etc. they also reach all the parts inside you just the way you like

While he often takes the leading role, he’s not opposed to letting you ride him to get yourself off when he doesn’t have the energy

He’s not very loud, mostly grunts and quite muffled moans come from him

So much praise. He’s constantly reassuring you through the whole ordeal, calling you beautiful, gorgeous, how well your doing, how good you are for him, etc

He would degrade you if you really wanted. Again, you’d have to tell him because he wouldn’t ever say such things to you but when your begging him to say mean things to you, he’s nothing but a pleaser

Cockwarming is a big turn on. He’s a busy man, so when he has work to do but you wanna get off, he will let you sit on his cock

Similarly, he also likes watching you ride his thigh. Your wet pussy grinding up and down on his clothed leg does something to him

Aftercare god. As soon as you guys are done he’s running a bath, carrying you to it, washing you off as you just lay back. After he drys you off, he’s carrying you back to the bed and wrapping you with his arms

[goingmerryfics]

Hello!! I recently found your blog and I love it!! ❤️

I was wondering if I could request something!

Kid, Mihawk and Law with a partner who’s into gothic clothing. uwu

Gothic style S/O w/ Kid, Mihawk & Law

Content: Gender Neutral reader, SFW!

Notes* Glad to have you! Thanks for the request :) Out of anyone, I think these three would be the most accepting/understanding of someone with this style and even indulge in it a bit themselves so I tried to make this a little more personal to each character. That being said, I feel like they turned out a little shorter than normal, but I hope you still enjoy it!

Kid

He wouldn’t even bat an eye if this was a regular thing to be dressed in gothic style. It’s pretty common around the crew, and even if it wasn’t, Kid appreciates the aesthetic of the style

He also just doesn’t give a shit what you wear as long as you can do your job

Looking good while doing it is also a plus

For that reason, he would help you out with your makeup for sure. Not that he has much experience with it in the first place, but he just likes any excuse to look at your lips

On the other hand, if your weren’t introduced to him in black and chains, he wouldn’t recognize you if you just up and changed your wardrobe

You walk out of your room in your new style, the one you’ve been wanting to try for years and never had the bravery to out of fear of judgement

But after joining the Kid Pirates, it didn’t feel so scary to go outside of the world’s expectations

“Who the fuck are you!? How’d you get on my ship!?”

After managing to convince him not to just throw you overboard, he does the unthinkable

“Oh. You look good. Better than that boring shit you used to wear.”

He compliments you

Kid will pick at your outfits and give unsolicited advice on how to coordinate or style your clothing

He isn’t one for making jewelry, but he might try if you can’t find anything that would match your clothes

Mihawk

No comment from him. You’d have to outright ask him what he thought, and even then it would be a short answer

“Yes, it’s a good look on you.”

He isn’t actually looking at you when he answers, but it’s genuine

You’d find him staring at you quite often, though

He enjoys the style on you, especially since his style is very close/similar to gothic

He respects your backbone for sticking to what makes you happy, and he’ll encourage you to stick up for yourself if anyone has anything to say about your look

Honestly, he’s seen people look and dress a lot worse, so he doesn’t see why anyone should be making unnecessary comments

Despite being a man of few words, he would still compliment your outfits every time

He, having a eye for the fashion, would also help you coordinate and mix up your clothing items and accessories to freshen up the looks

“That won’t do. We need to get you some earrings that will match this.”

It’s such a sweet way to spend the time that you two have together

Law

Law gets whiplash at first

His emo phase is coming back to him all at once and he’s cringing internally

But despite his own emotional setbacks, he is happy if you feel comfortable dressing this way

He’s very level-headed, so there’s not going to be a very big reaction out of him right away

His perception of you hasn’t changed, and it won’t anytime soon

“Express yourself however you like, just make sure you don’t alter the uniform too much.”

He’ll warn you that the crew might ask some dumbass questions or make rude comments

He also will ask you some questions, very carefully, not wanting to sound ignorant

He would come to your aid if you needed support, especially within his own crew

If you’re the type to wear a lot of make-up, he’ll be on your ass about cleaning your face every night 

He’d even help you do a skin care routine to make sure you were taking care of yourself!

If you bother him enough, he’ll start to do it with you, too

Gets you stuff that remind him of you, things he believes may align with your style

All in all, he’s pretty indifferent to the style, and may even be open to dipping back into it a little bit

He looks great in eyeliner, but damn it he keeps smudging it

[zombiesthetic]

THOMAS HEWITT WITH A PLUS SIZE S/O . . .

pairing . . . thomas hewitt x plus size!fem reader

warnings . . . hoyt ( he needs his own warning ) , no insecurities or self doubt but mentions of having "bad days" because let's be real, we all have those days.

comments , likes , and reposts are appreciated !

★ let us be real for a moment. thomas would 100% love a woman who has some meat on her bones. someone he doesn't have to treat like fine china.

★ you have curves? he's running his hands over them.

★ you have hip dips? perfect place for him to put his hands.

★ you have nice, soft, plush thighs? it's a perfect place for him to rest his head after a long day of hunting and killing.

★ you have a soft stomach? another amazing place for him to rest his head. it's like his own personal pillow and he loves it.

★ oh. and don't ever let this man see you in a dress. your curves, your soft stomach, your wide hips, your full breasts that threaten to spill out of the top and sides, oh dear lord. it takes everything in him not to stop what he's doing, throw you over his shoulder, and take you to the basement to do ungodly things that luda mae would definitely not approve of.

★ luda mae would definitely talk to him about you having nice "birthing hips". it would confuse the hell out of him. how did she know you had nice birthing hips just by looking at them? but once that idea was planted in his head . . . it's game over.

★ he loves it when you sit in his lap. the feeling of your weight being on him makes his head go fuzzy. ad you better believe that if you don't put your full weight on him, he's tugging you down til you're fully seated.

★ he just loves you. he loves every single thing about you.

★ he loves you even when you have your bad days. you know the days where you don't feel your best? he's right by your side and in his own way, he's telling you he loves everything about you. sure, there's a huge conversation barrier, but you know what he's trying to say.

★ if hoyt even dares to make a snide comment, thomas is locked and loaded, ready to take his brother/uncle down to the basement to butcher him.

★ after a close encounter with tommy's chainsaw, hoyt never said anything again. at least not when tommy could hear him.

★ but all it takes is for you to threaten to tell tommy and hoyt is shutting his mouth. that man really doesn't want to become a victim.

★ when it comes to cuddling, tommy likes to be little spoon. nothing you say can change my mind.

★ after a long day of killing and butchering, all he wants is to lay down on top of you with his head buried in your chest while you run your hand though his dark curls.

★ he's so used to be forced to "be a man" by hoyt, he likes that he doesn't have to be a big macho man when he's with you.

★ of course, he'll put on a "i run this relationship" act in front of hoyt, but when it's just you two. man, is this boy whipped. you tell him to do something, it'll be done within the hour. and of course, it's the other way around too.

★ in the beginning you had to sit him down and tell him that relationships don't have an "owner" and a "pet" like hoyt had always told him.

★ because of hoyt's constant talk of how relationships are "supposed to be", tommy didn't really want to be in a relationship. he didn't like the idea of having to "own" someone.

★ but after you had a nice sit down conversation with him, he liked the idea of being in a 50/50 relationship. you respect and love him and he respects and loves you.

★ in reality, you had to teach tommy a lot of things. but the good thing is . . . tommy is a very fast learner. in more ways than one. *wink* *wink*

★ tommy is really good with his hands. no, not in that way. get your head out of the gutter.

★ if you liked a piece of jewelry one of the victims were wearing but it didn't fit you, tommy would craft it to fit you. you mentioned a ring you liked, but it was a few sizes too small? this man is cutting the band and making it adjustable.

★ you like a necklace but it doesn't quite fit your neck how you want it too? he's stealing a chain from another victim and adding it to the necklace so it'll fit you.

★ you liked a piece of clothing but it's too small? this man is cleaning his sewing machine and creating an entire new piece of clothing with you. ( after he has luda mae get the blood stains out because that woman is scarily good at getting blood stains out of things. )

★ his love language is acts of service and gift giving, obviously.

★ he likes doing things for you and he really loves giving you things.

★ after he's done working in the barn, during his walk back to the house, if he sees a flower that sprouted in the yard, he'll grab it and give it to you.

CREDITS . . . divider by @cafekitsune

MASTERLIST

[moodymisty]

I would like to throw Sanguinius into the “wants to hunt down his beloved to satiate his latent predatory instincts” arena (especially since he doesn’t indulge them nearly as often as Leman & Lion do, he needs to cut loose 🥴)

But ALSO… Horus wants to be so sugar daddy coded. He wants to actually have kids so not like your typical sugar daddy but he wants to provide for his beloved he wants to drown you in luxury and gifts. It gets him harder than tungsten carbide when he sees you looking dolled up to accompany him somewhere and he knows he bought every single thing you’re wearing (probably down to the underwear cuz we been knew he nasty like that lol). He didn’t just want to raise kids he wanted to occupy that perfect paternal figure archetype as a provider (because he has daddy issues that he “copes” with by trying to one-up Emps XD) and part of the perfect image of his future would probably include a spouse he would spoil and treasure like nobody’s business. This man lives for the constant adoration he gets so of course he wants to hear it from you. The thank yous and bashful looks as he hands you ANOTHER priceless piece of jewelry, mewling and moaning as he’s balls deep in you that you don’t NEED another fur shawl and how people will gossip. Let them talk, let every ear on Terra know the warmaster can and will provide only the finest of the fine things in this whole galaxy for you. Cuz that gets him off too XD

ALKJDFLJSDFLJSKDFOW4ITREHDFNB AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

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"Oh thank you! Warmaster Horus gifted it to me."

You've found yourself saying those words a lot lately, tumbling out of your mouth even before you realize you're saying them.

The dress you wore with sleeves billowing over your wrists, with a train that dusts across the floor is a gift from him, along with the jewelry you wore; The heels you have on are from Horus, custom made from the hide of an animal sourced from a recently annexed planet.

The lingerie you wear under your dress is from him as well- a bra, garter belt, panties and stockings all matching and delicate with lace and silk.

Horus had loved that gift of his in particular, shown in how gentle he was in assisting you while putting it on. And taking it off, now a moments later.

"It sounds like the primarch has quite the warchest, if he's lavishing you with so many gifts." You smile nervously, trying to laugh it off.

You know that despite the relatively simple nature of the comment, that it's implications are less so. There has been gossip going around, talking about Lupercal's spoiled little princess, his brat, and he's been on a manhunt to find the sources of all this talk.

He hasn't told you what he's going to do when he finds out who is nattering insults, which worries you more than a little.

"I keep telling him to stop, that he has thousands of men to feed, but he doesn't really listen."

They smile at you while you try and shrug off their comment, polite and insincere, but amicable enough. At least your response got them away from Horus' gifts.

It's a bit difficult to fend of prying questions about the Warmaster when he isn't around, as many lords and ladies are eager to know anything any everything that could give them a head up. They are all quite interested in the primarchs and their legions goings on, but Horus in particular is of much interest.

Only when you return to Horus' private Terran chambers can you breath, feeling the ache in your feet after so long in heels.

You're taking pins out of your hair when Horus returns, watching you put the pins in a little container before turning to him. He's in his casual war, a massive pelt draped over his shoulder ending right where the start of his baggy brown trousers begin.

"I apologize for missing you, I wish I could've gone but the Mournival had some urgent questions they needed answered." He glances over you, see how you've begun to get ready to settle down. "I hope it went well in my absence, at least." You nod.

"It did, don't worry."

He lets out a soft 'good' in response, but he's already getting down on his knee and pulling something from his trousers.

"I do have something for you. I was going to give it to you before we left, but I suppose I can gift it to you now as an apology for leaving you alone."

You watch as he opens a small box for you, and the shine instantly catches you attention.

They're earrings; Small, delicate and feature a beautiful teal gem as the centerpiece. Horus chuckles.

"You should put them on. I would help but, my hands are not suited for such tiny details."

You can't resist the urge to smile back as you take your current pair out, swapping them for Horus' new ones. He watches with interest the entire time, even as you glance in the large vanity mirror to see them.

"They're perfect Horus, thank you."

You lean forward to wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss to the cheek, your lipstick leaving a mark on his tanned skin.

"You always get me so much though, are you sure it's ok?" Horus laughs, a deep chesty laugh as he puts a hand on the small of your back and pulls you closer.

"Ok? Whatever do you mean?" You purse your lips.

"I just don't want you lavish me in all these things when you might be able to use that income for more important things." Horus lets out a softer, quieter laugh, kissing your forehead.

"My love, don't you worry about those things. I have them all handled." His other hand comes up to rest on your jawline, cradling it in his massive palm.

"I only wish to make sure you don't want for a single, solitary thing. If you want something, it is yours. I will make sure of it."

You smile at him, gentle and sweet. You love Horus so much, the feeling is palpable. You wish he wouldn't give you so much however, the gossip is becoming unmanageable. Each time you mention it however

Horus always shrugs it off, saying that they can gossip all they want- It only shows off just how well he takes care of you.

"Do you mind helping me with the buttons on the back of my dress? The handmaid helped me earlier but I think they're off cleaning."

Horus nods and gestures for you to turn around, unfastening the buttons at the nape of your neck. While they're small they aren't as small as the earrings, so he's able to manage the delicate task somewhat easily.

Farther down the trail of buttons eventually the shoulders slide off of you, and the dress pools at your feet.

"You wore it again today,"

Horus says while he looks over your back, and there's an unmistakable look in his eyes at the sight of his gifted lingerie. You turn around, unable to help the way you cross your arms across your stomach.

"It matched the dress, so I thought i would."

His hand drifts over your right thigh, up over the lace top of your stocking, before drifting up and over your hip. He leans inward to press his lips to your collarbone, before lowering to your sternum.

"I should get you another."

You stutter and try to decline his suddenly exclamation as his hands drift upwards, threatening to push your bra up over your breasts.

"Horus, I don't need another, please-"

He hums, and you can feel the vibration go through your chest.

"If you're going to wear it under your dresses then you need multiple, of course."

He's not going to budge on this, and his distractions of kissing your skin are working masterfully. A whimper leaves your throat as one of his hands slides to gently cradle your bottom, and his lips push up your skin to nip at the sensitive skin just below your ear.

"Then... Could you do it in silver? ...I miss the silver of your Luna Wolves regalia."

Horus chuckles, but unlike the one earlier that was so sweet, this one has far more rumble, deeper in his throat.

"Consider it done, my love."

[koolades-world]

Obey me! brothers jewelry headcanons

Lucifer

Definitely a plain kind of man, not much

Since he previous wore the ring of light, he might get a ring or two to replace it and wear under his gloves

He owns some jewelry for special occasions like some nice horn jewelry and necklaces. Several of these pieces were gifts from Diavolo

Has a whole set of horn jewelry for all his brothers but doesn’t let them have it because he’s afraid they’re going to do something to it. It’s a custom made set so if one gets lost it will be hard to replace

If Mc made him any, he wouldn't wear it because he would be afraid of losing it or getting it stolen, so it sits in a special charmed drawer in his desk

Mammon

100% the most dripped out

Lots of rings, lots of bracelets, lots of neckalces. He probably also has anklets, toe rings, and other face piercings too. Most likely to have a nipple piercing lol

Seems like the kind to have a million random bracelets on and pass them off to someone they trust whenever they can’t wear them (ie mc, and my middle school bestie and I) about to get arms dirty? about to throw hands? need to braid hair? hold my bracelets

I like to think he had a little jewelry tree, a divider hang on the back of a door, and a ring holder for all of his things, but even then it’s overfilled (lol I’m projecting again)

Would take jewelry Mc made him everywhere. If he couldn’t wear it, it would be in his pocket or in a bag, secured. Would treat it nicer than his expensive jewelry

Levi

He probably has the same jewelry characters he likes has or is at least inspired by them

Everything is probably tangled together in a giant mess in a little jewelry box Mc gave him and complains every time he wants one specific piece and can’t get it untangled

All his nicer pieces were gifts because if it were up to him, he would have bought something more useful to him

Another one who would take Mc made jewelry literally everywhere since he’s so touched anyone would care enough to give him a handmade gift, probably would never take it off and get super heartbroken if he broke it by accident

Satan

He’s giving rings, lots of rings. He’s also giving chokers because Lucifer once said he hated them

He seems like the type to really like lockets since they’re typically romantic or for familiar bonds so he got one for Mc with a picture of either them together in it or a cat

Would definitely use a bracelet or necklace as a bookmark. You can’t tell me he also doesn’t make his own. Originally they were just to make bookmarks but after Asmo suggested he do more with his talent, he got hooked

The type to always quietly highlight any jewelry given to him by Mc, like wearing shortsleeves to showcase a bracelet or wearing more subtle colors to make it pop more

Asmo

If he doesn’t have a jewelry collection I’m eating my running shoes

He has the most ear piercings, basically the most you can have, with Mammon in close second

He has so much there’s some he’s never worn. They are gifts, they are things he’s picked out, and things he’s not quite sure how he got

His outfits are always coordinated so he has something for everything

If Mc gave him jewelry, he would only wear it if it matched his outfit but would keep it somewhere safe

Beel

He probably has a couple pieces of really nice and durable jewelry but that’s it

He’s probably afraid of breaking or losing it, so he lets Belphie hold onto it

Probably just one set of ear piercings to wear studs

His favorite piece is the gold chain in his human world outfit. I hc Mc said they liked it on him once so he always wear it with his human outfit

Would always wear jewelry made by Mc but would definitely break it and need a replacement

Belphie

Another one that doesn’t wear a lot of jewelry. Maybe has one necklace he likes but never remembers to wear it

I kinda feel like he would have a nose piercing, like a simple stud. Although him with a septum piercing is also tempting…

Prefers gold to silver even though silver goes better with his hair

If Mc gave him jewelry, he would always wear it. Mc would think it's because he was being sweet, but its half that, half he never remembers to take it off. Probably lasts a while since he doesn't do too much

[nyx-v1]

TWST boys at your funeral tw- meantians of death and funerals

[Heartslabyul],[Savanaclaw], [Octavinelle][Scarabia]

Kalim

 Kalim covers the cost of the funeral. As soon as he heard you passed he told everyone that he would pay for everything, no matter how much it costs, and of course Crowley didn't stop him.

He decides to throw a big party  in your honor. He holds it at his dorm and invites pretty much the whole school. (at this point he has spent way to much money Jamil is not having fun keeping track of his spendings.)

Kalim is very honest about his feeling and won't hide the fact that he's sad about you dying, that he miss you, but he thinks funerals should be used to celebrate the person who passed, so he tries his best to be happy around everyone else. The only time he'll allow himself to show his sadness is when he is alone.

 He Goes around trying to cheer every one up with gifts, or by offering to do things for them. Kalim just wants everyone to feel better.

Despite his energetic and loud personlity Kalim is somehow the most respectful person during the funeral. He absolutely does not bother with any one else, he wants he attention to just be on you. If others are talking poorly about you he doesn't even notice, because he is only really focused on the service.

 He was going to wear brighter colors to your funeral but he was told by Jamil not to because it might be offensive from where you some from, and kalim doesn't even want to think about somehow disrespecting you so he ask Jamil to double check everything he's done for setting up the funeral.

Although Kalim is not the smartest person he is very emotionally intelligent.

He is very good with understanding how other people feel,and why they feel that way, so he works his hardest to cheer others up when he sees how much everyone is struggling after your death.

Kalim tries his best to cheer Jamil up, but his attempts end up causing more problems for Jamil to deal with.

Kalim understands whats its like to lose someone, even if it might not specifically be by death, so he spoils Grim even worse than everyone else, if Jamil wasn't there he probably would have given Grim some really important items(probably some national treasure).

He spends a lot of time at your grave, just talking to you, just like when you were alive. Doing this helps Kalim feel more at ease.

 He has custom jewelry made for you and him, in time for your funeral. He makes you and him matching bracelets.

Kalim is by far the most emotionally stable person, and he knows that losing you has effected him deep down,and he deiced to go to counseling for a little, just so he could have someone to talk to without having to burden Jamil with his feelings. 

After your death Jamil is a little emotionally unstable,and sometimes takes it out on others, including Kalim,and Kalim is very understanding towards Jamil. He always make sure to never be upset at Jamil unless his action cross the��line, other than that he makes sure to respect Jamil and give him the space he needs to properly deal with his feelings.

Kalim probably tries to contact your spirt but with ghost hunting equipment but nothing ends up happening, so he gives up trying to your ghost.

Bonus: What kind of flower they would leave you+ what they would say

 Blue Hydrangea- gratitude, honesty, deep understanding

"I hope you have a fun time where ever you are, I'll miss you [name]!"

Jamil

 Jamil is the one to keep Kalims spending on your funeral with in reason and he makes sure that Kalim doesn't try to do anything to out there.

 Jamil shows up to the funeral all dressed up, suit and tie. Your funral is one of the only time he would change his hair style.He also adds little hair accessory that have your favourite color on them.

During the funeral he doesn't speak all the much, he's mainly keeping an eye on Kalim, making sure that Kalim doesn't try anything.

When other students talk negative about you he just rolls his eyes, they're not worth his time. He already knows that other students are going to take care of the rude students.

 Jamil is not very expressive so it looks like he is carrying on like normal. It's really hard to tell that he's actually struggling.

 He refuses to talk to kalim about your death, when ever kalim brings up the topic he either changes the topic or will find some excuse to leave.

With out you there every thing feels quite to him, and Jamil now finds himself falling behind in school work for a little, and he loses motivation for club. He ends up feeling really burned out for a while, not feeling like he can do anything.

When Jamil just needs to get away from everything he vists ramshackle, talking a quick walk in the area around the dorm. Being at the dorm reminds him of when he felt like he has someone who truly understood him.

begrudgingly goes along with kalim to visit your grave, but he actually doesn't mind. If for some reason your grave gets messed up or the area around it is Jamil will clean it up .

Keeps a photo of you on him normally in the pocket of his school blazer.

The first week is the roughest Jamil tries to be normal, but he just finds that everything gets on his nerves a lot easier. Anything that annoys his makes him snap. Most of the other dorm members  try to stay clear of Jamil. Once Jamil calms down his dorm mates start to avoid him less but still make sure to stay on his good side, making sure they doing everything right.

Jamil will never explicitly say that he's sad about your death and that he miss you. He'll NEVER let kalim think he's even remotely upset about your death, he would rather die than let Kalim have a reason to pity him.

 He stops kalim from spending lots of money on ghost hunting equipment.As much as he would love to talk to you one last time he knows it's probably not possible, so instead he makes sure to stop Kamil from wasting a lot of money trying to talk with you spirit.

Bonus: What kind of flower they would leave you+ what they would say

Red Spider Lily- meaning: death, sad memory, last goodbyes

Not one to speak his feelings for you out loud, so I can't see him saying much to you. Instead Jamils actions are much more subtle, he leaves a small note with you, and on that note are his true feelings towards you , he's never letting anyone read it.

[inkblot22]

When Smitten

I think the problem with writing with these guys is that I'm consistently concerned that I'm writing them the wrong bad way. I honestly just want to write about gruesome murder and nothing else. This is not that. I also have no idea what pairing I'm doing here. I tried to shift the trigger warnings so it doesn't spoil anything?

This fic is aimed towards anyone who can handle it. No pronouns other than "you" are used for the reader, and the reader's body is not described in any detail other than clothing.

TW for knife imagery, mention of sickness, vomit mentions, description of blood/bleeding, death mentions, washing dishes, and a power imbalance if you squint.

btw these gifs are outta pocket wtf

As several dirty plates land in your bucket, you have to remind yourself that this job is going to be a lot of money once night falls. Looking at the uneaten remains of overly-decadent food makes you want to throw up. You scrub a few plates, scowling deep into the bucket with an expression that could kill, and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. 

It’s some long-haired guy. What the fuck does he want? You raise your eyebrows at him in silent question as he stares at you, and he smiles gently and walks away. You curl your lip and go back to washing dishes. By the time you’re done washing, the sun is slung low and painting the sky in oranges. You pause in the garden on your way to the servants’ house and stare up at it. 

What you have to do is not easy in the least, but you desperately need money. Your mom is sick and needs medical attention. You don’t even know what she has; all you know is that she has a fever and hasn’t spoken more than three words to you in the past month. She doesn’t even eat anymore. You’re scared, and you have to rationalize your guilt for not being there for her. Even though you can’t be with her right now, you’ll be with her soon.

As you look up at the sunset pensively, someone grabs your arm and effectively scares you out of your skin. 

The first thing you notice are his eyes, and they make your blood run cold. He’s smiling, vermillion eyes wide and earnest. If the sun were higher in the sky, you would have been blinded by the paleness of his hair, which is cropped short. He’s wearing a lot of ornate jewelry, including a pair of earrings that are dangling freely.

He’s close enough for you to smell him, the smell of turmeric and butterfly pea, smooth and earthy, “Oh, wow, you’re even cuter from this angle! Hi!”

Did he just…? You look at him in a sort of flustered shock, and that long-haired guy strolls over and separates your arm from the smiley guy’s grip. He’s scowling, both at you and the smiley guy.

“What are you doing here?” The long haired guy bites at you, “You’re done in the kitchen, go back to-”

“Aw, Jamil, don’t be so prickly! The garden is for everyone!” The smiley guy chirps.

Jamil, apparently, snips back, “I shouldn’t need to remind you that you shouldn’t be out here either, Kalim.”

You feel your heart stop for a moment, and it’s then you have to make a decision. The Al Asims are known for being incredibly friendly, which you have just experienced, but… you don’t want to get too attached to anyone here.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You mumble, your nerves making your voice come out a lot shakier than it should, “I didn’t know we had a curfew.”

Kalim somehow smiles brighter, “I knew you were new! Where do you usually work?”

“Kalim,” Jamil warns.

You don’t know what you should do here. The beastwoman who showed you around three days ago told you to be polite whenever you encounter one of the Al Asims. Your boss told you to look out for their personal servants. You shove your hands in your pockets and briefly contemplate running before Kalim grabs your wrists and pulls your hands up so he can hold them with both of his.

“Oh, you must be shy. That’s okay, I think Jamil is too. Right?” He casts a grin over his shoulder at the glaring man and turns back to you. “Well, whenever you’re available, just let Jamil know. It’d be a shame to not get to know you.”

You nod warily. You’re not a fan of being immobilized like this, however gentle it is. Your hands are better where you can move them whenever you please, not held in the hands of Kalim Al Asim.

Kalim grins and releases you, and you glance at Jamil, who is standing with his arms crossed. He’s looking at the crotch of your pants. His eyes sweep up to yours and he gives you a dirty look before casting his eyes towards Kalim.

“Let’s go. You still have a lot to do before bed.” Jamil tells him.

Kalim laughs it off and strolls behind Jamil, and you want nothing more than to vomit. 

The night is… longer than it should be. Fatima, your roommate, snores, and thanks to that you’re able to stay awake until your digital clock is staring back at you with the beginning of your deadline. It’s one in the morning. Your boss told you that Kalim typically gets to bed around nine, but you should wait a bit to make sure that Jamil is also sleeping. 

You slide out of bed and pace down to the kitchen. Your knife presses against your thigh, a pressure that you do not want to bear. The kitchen is thankfully empty, and if everything goes right, you’ll be back in a few minutes anyways. You grab a pair of gloves and slip out of the kitchen through the window. 

You left some spare clothes in the bush. You’ve never done this kind of thing before, but when your dad was around when you were a kid, you’d watch tons of crime shows. That had to count for something. You quickly change and leave your other clothes behind. The bodysuit is a dusky red, and it has a pocket that lets you grab your blade quickly. You slink through the shadows and end up below Kalim’s suite.

Your adrenaline is rushing, blood roaring in your ears as you cautiously begin climbing the lattice, occasionally losing your footing on a vine or something. The lattice ends near the hallway window, not the balcony, and you do like it better that way. It gives you more time to prepare yourself.

Once you heft yourself over the ledge and are standing on solid ground again, you take in a wheezy breath and slide into an alcove, catching your breath. This is like something straight out of a nightmare. The longer you stall, the less certain you are that you can do this. You have to move or else you won’t get paid and your mom will die of whatever illness she’s caught because you can’t afford a doctor. You have to enter Kalim’s room.

The Al Asims, for however relaxed and friendly they are, have a slight paranoid streak. It doesn’t manifest in the usual ways, so the minute you step into Kalim’s huge bedroom, you expect an alarm to go off.

Nothing happens. It’s completely silent, save for quiet snoring coming from the person in that humongous bed. You pad across the room with trepidation, and you don’t notice Jamil. A glance at the weird, futuristic alarm clock informs you that it’s about 1:45 in the morning. You crawl onto the bed and straddle Kalim.

He stirs, but doesn’t wake. You would imagine that if you had a bunch of attempts on your life, you’d be more of a light sleeper, but you suppose that he has his bodyguard/personal servant to thank for his ill-gained ease. 

With practiced motion, you reach into the panel on your thigh and slip your knife out. As you raise it above your head, you grimace.

Can you do this? He seems so sweet, and… he’s a living person. Is killing one person to save another moral when both people are innocent? You don’t even know what your boss is going to do once Kalim is dead other than pay you. It should be simple. One swift motion and your dagger goes into his chest. Maybe he wakes up for a moment, you see shock in his eyes before the life fades, but other than that, it’s simple. Easy. That’s your goal. Easy money.

Quick bucks.

You steel yourself. You have to do this. Your arms raise a bit higher and then there’s something ice cold against your neck, lithe musculature snug under your armpits. There’s a hand holding your chin up so the blade can rest a bit more comfortably under your jugular, and the warm body pressed against your back smells like star anise, fresh soil, and heady molasses. You swallow and your throat bobs against the blade.

A voice whispers in your ear, “Drop your blade.”

You let go of your knife with one hand and lean your arm as far as you can to the side without getting your throat cut, then drop it on the bed. 

“Good.” It's spoken with a hot puff of air in the shell of your ear. You feel the pressure of his cheek pressed against the back of your head.

You’re entirely expecting the icy pain of the blade against your neck, the warm gush of your own blood in your mouth, but instead you are spun around, his dagger pointed at your spine and Jamil’s hand still clamped against your jaw. He leans over you until your noses touch, staring deep into your eyes.

He looks wild. His hair, normally tied at his nape, sweeps over his shoulders, and he’s forgone a shirt. His eyes bore into yours and you feel like you’ve been shocked.

Before you can wonder if you’ve been stabbed, he begins to speak, reciting a spell that you’ve never heard before, “The one before you is your master. If I ask, you shall answer. If I command it, you will do it. Snake Whisper.”

Everything goes black after that. You come to, seated at a table in an unfamiliar room. Your knife lays on the table, but when you jerk your arm forward to grab it, the bite of ropes holds your wrist back. You wet your lips and look around further.

Kalim is sitting in front of you, dressed in a tank top and a pair of sweats. There’s a bright white tattoo that loops around his arm. His head wrap is gone, and you look away from him as he yawns. You feel like you shouldn’t have seen him without it. You hear him stretch and then there are footsteps and someone grabs your jaw again, yanking your head to look up at him.

It’s Jamil again. You shut your eyes and hear him chuckle.

“You learn fast.” He lets you go and you open your eyes again to see him pick up your knife, “Kalim, please try to stay awake. You’re the one who insisted I didn’t dispose of… this individual.”

“I’m awake.” Kalim shifts a little and you keep your eyes on his knees, “I guess I should be a little flattered that someone so cute would try to kill me.”

You don’t know what to say to that, so you don’t say anything at all. Kalim bends down so he can make eye contact with you and smiles at you. You sort of want to cry.

“Are you allowed to tell me why?” He gently asks.

Jamil places your knife back down, “I’d like to know as well. I can’t imagine what you hoped to achieve with this little carving knife.”

You swallow and Kalim sits straight again. Jamil chuckles.

“And here I was, thinking you’d have something proper. Only a fool would attempt murder with a tool such as this. It can barely do more than carve soft fruits.”

Good to know that Jamil is apparently an asshole. You lean your head against the side of the chair that you’re seated in and feel the first tears begin to streak down your face.

Your boss was clear: you get caught, he’s not helping you.

You wipe your face on your shoulder and take a deep breath, “What’s going to happen if I tell you?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” Kalim says.

The answer is that whatever punishment they decide on will happen. All you have to lose is your life and your mother’s life. Not like you’re gambling.

“I… needed money.” You finally mumble.

Kalim doesn’t say anything, like he’s waiting for you to say something else. You squirm.

“My mom, she’s sick. I… I can’t afford a doctor, and it’s just me and her.”

“Do you know who sent you?” Jamil asks.

You don’t. Your boss was definitely wearing some kind of makeup every time he met with you, which was only three times. He never told you his name, and you had to memorize the documents he handed you before he set them on fire in your grasp. You shake your head no.

“Alright.” Kalim shifts in his seat as you keep looking at his knees, “Jamil, can you bring me and my guest some tea?”

“‘Guest’? This is an assassin.”

“Not anymore, and can you really call someone an assassin if they planned on using a cute little fruit carving knife like this to kill someone?”

You can almost hear Jamil tense, but he storms off, mumbling under his breath. When it’s just you and Kalim, you somehow feel less safe than when Jamil was in the room.

“Can you look at me?” He asks, sweetly.

You slowly drag your eyes up to look at his, and he smiles. He’s holding your knife.

“Do you carve fruit?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“I’d love to see it sometime.” It’s very odd that he’s speaking so casually with you like this. You don’t see any deception in his eyes or on his face, “I noticed you a couple days ago, but I don’t think you saw me. I thought, ‘Wow, I didn’t know that someone so cute worked here!’”

What the fuck is happening?

“And then, at sunset, I saw you in the garden and I just couldn’t help myself. I had to talk to you. You looked so sad. You must have been thinking about your mom. I don’t know what I’d do if mine was sick.”

“I… was… forgive me, sir, but I’m a little confused.” You manage.

“Oh? I guess I should get to the point. Ahaha, I have a tendency to ramble, don’t I? Jamil tells me to be more concise sometimes. I’m working on it,” Kalim grins, sheepishly, and then he looks at you.

With eyes that bright, you get the impression that he’s looking at you, the real you. Not the body you reside in, but your spirit. The soul. Your deepest person. You avert your eyes and Kalim stands up, walking around the table so he can squat near your chair. 

You didn’t think he knew your name, but when he says it, it’s as soft as a breath, like a feather gently floating in the air. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

You don’t. You gape at Kalim as though he has grown a second head that speaks nothing but egg latin, and he giggles.

“That’s okay. I do. I really, really believe in love at first sight.” Kalim’s hand cups your cheek, and he rubs the apple of it before he leans forwards and presses his forehead against yours.

You hear Jamil re-enter as Kalim kisses you. It’s the gentlest kiss you ever felt. You want to both cry and vomit.

[weregreatatcrime]

Anyways *deep breath* thanks @omalahsocs for making me think SO MUCH about this bcz of the prompt during stream. It's very late and I'm tired but I want to get the concepts down before I lay down and presumably forget all about it

So heres some Trans Girl Noctis ideas to ruminate on

I've said it before I'll say it again: her sculpted shoulders are one of her FAVORITE parts of herself and she is PERMANENTLY salty it means struggling to find dresses and blouses that fit

(Thanks to omalah) A? Corset?? You're galaxy brained

Corsets are just Gender it doesn't matter what the gender IS they're just Gender and wonderful. Tiss isn't sure about them at first but then she tries one on and it's like. A back brace that pushes her pecs up. She looks hot as FUCK

I'm probably going to draw this at some point gfdi

All of the chocobros are supportive in their own ways but absolutely nothing compared to how feral Prompto is. He hears a misgender and he is about to Throw Down. He hears "His Majesty" and Prompto is pulling out a gun

He goes through all of Tiss's mail and crosses out everything addressed Incorrectly with a sort of manic glee that Ignis doesn't even dare stop him

Ignis is so supportive in an Ignis way. He does All the research. He's that ally that knows more about trans experiences through research than most trans people do from personal experience. While they can't exactly do much for her transition medically on the road and technically being fugitives (and she's not overly concerned either) he still goes over every single potential option she has just so she Knows

Ignis is very annoyed that they actually Do Not Have The Funds to help Noctis like, socially transition in terms of clothing and jewelry and presentation. Tiss has to inform him that she is still perfectly happy dressing masc on the regular because they are, in fact, war fugitives and no, she does NOT need a new wardrobe

He still finds little ways to help her feel a little fem. Ignis is the one who starts to paint her nails for her and will on occasion just hand her a hair clip or small bits of jewelry she's not sure how he got

If Ignis ever gets the chance to find Noctis feminine formal ware he just about has a heart attack because instead of her usual grumping and groaning about how stupid formal wear is she is actually very tentatively excited. She definitely wants to wear the pretty dresses, Iggy. She doesn't UNDERSTAND a lot about fashion and shit but going over dozens of pretty dresses is a million times funner than going over dozens of suits.

She still gets bored after like an hour. But that's an hour of Noctis going through CLOTHES. Ignis is taking so many notes

Gladio isn't very like outwardly supportive or anything but he is so good at being the scariest thing in the room. He will Loom behind her and make people think twice about talking shit

He is the one who has to nearly tackle Prompto from trying to attack people at the SLIGHTEST hint of bigotry

He's not good at fancy shit. But while they're on the road, living out of the armiger and clothes bought from thrift stores and hunter depots, Gladio helps resize dresses and shirts and everything that won't fit her

He's not the one who'll give a nice pep talk or comfort her when she's down but he WILL be the first to pull her aside and ask very seriously if she needs a hug

Being the one and only one of them with a living female family member, Gladio also is the resident "Iris does X girly thing, if that helps?"

The day that Prompto and Noctis wear matching skirts Gladio calls them fucking ridiculous, ruffles their hair, and threatens to lock them in a closet together

[crossedsabers10s]

I saw something about Damon being a shapeshifter and going gender is stupid. Any more hcs or scenarios on that?

alkfdjalkfjdsf okay okay so!!! In S1 he was very much playing a role. He was the Bad Guy. Except that was to mask his real mission. He was there to save Katherine. Tormenting Stefan and causing trouble in Mystic falls are also goals, but secondary to the first, more amusements than anything. He also probably spent literal decades planning out exactly how everything was going to go. Some of his decisions were absolutely for the Drama. Like. Taking a Founding Family Daughter to a Ball in the Lockwood Manor to Retrieve the Amulet-Key??? Dramaaaa. He didn't need to do that. (I mean part of it was def Bothering Stefan, but he really could have just gotten an invitation into the house discreetly at any point prior. There was time between the comet 'charging' Emily's Amulet and the night of the party.) It really just strikes me as 'This is The Plan.' one he's spent who knows how long thinking of. So he has a Role to Play. That role is romantic hero/vengeful lover. He's very set on that, plus I imagine he wanted to present himself as similar, but not quite the same as the man Katherine has once known. Being in Mystic Falls, he's deliberately portraying a version of himself.

This being a very rambling way to say that after he realizes his entire life was based off a lie, Damon goes back to--like yeah sure I'm generally guy-shaped--(insert someone repeating 'generally?' with confusion here)--but who cares about that??? This vampire has spent decades hanging out in every dive bar imaginable and a lot of them had been drag clubs and gay bars and sex clubs and every shade of what society demanded be kept away from the rest of them. Gender isn't even like. some unimportant human concept to him, it's also one humans Made Up that doesn't apply to Other Humans and some of them just enforce the idea of it. It starts off small, in the 'when did you paint your nails?' sense, then he just starts going, yeah this IS a woman's top, but I'm rocking it and I Can Kill You, i think that's more important than how good I look in this sweater. Boots with more of a heel to them, occasional makeup, just whatever he feels like at the time. Sometimes he keeps his original body but wears a skirt, sometimes it's ambiguously androgynous in the 'excuse me, ma'am--sir? sorry, uh, here's your coffee.' And sometimes it's oh those are very much breasts, but that is a men's shirt and his face has stubble. Very nice clothes, like he had tailored shirts in canon, it's the same here. Really nice tops and skirts and shoes. Makeup On Point, expensive stuff, subtle jewelry, Caroline is lowkey annoyed he has such good taste. and also keeps wanting to look through his closet. Throw in some shapeshifting and its 'Are you a man or a woman?' 'I'm a vampire. Sometimes I'm a crow.' 'But what's in your pants?' 'fangs.' Given how very small town 2009 Mystic Falls is, this does not endear him to some people and probably sets him further apart than he was in canon. Though, I do like to imagine that the Originals don't even blink at this and just take it in stride before going back to their Murder Plots. Elijah is particularly gentlemanly, and does all those automatic 'holding out his arm' or 'holding the door, or a jacket' gestures with no reserve.

At some point Damon replaces all the (he usually goes by he because he doesn't especially equate pronouns with gender and does switch it up occasionally but sticks with he/him and his original name bc that's what he introduced himself as and bc Stefan would Make It a Thing--more about Damon throwing away every connection to his human life than him being a jackass, i think, but) but he replaces the pictures of the original Salvatore Siblings in the town archives and basically invents a sister solely for the purposes of gaslighting people into thinking he's the Original Damon Salvatore's Vampire Twin Sister Who Assumed Her Brother's Identity. Elena has to actually ask Stefan if he has a sister, which he denies, except it was a confusing conversation which left her unsure if they actually had a sister at some point or not and Damon somehow convinces her that Stefan doesn't know the actual truth and that he's his own twin. (He was very bored between the post-Tomb Opening binge drinking and depressed episodes.)

Katherine, watching this go down through binoculars: I think I'm proud? Shame he's going to try to kill me, I want to know where he gets his shoes.

i imagine if he wanted to keep up the Masquerade, but walk around town in a different form, he has an ID and backstory all set for a distant cousin on his mother's side. Her name is Desdemona, yeah they do look a lot alike, they both take after their mother's family. Stefan, stuck escorting his 'cousin' around town: please stop inventing Family Drama to talk about, you literally killed off any real family we have.

Damon, who has made a fake family tree and charts and has files on personalities complete with Thanksgiving Dinner Level Gossip: Not on your life. Don't you want to know how cousin Georgina gets back at Evil Aunt Charlotte?

Stefan: ...you need a hobby. A different hobby.

Damon: listen, it's this or murder. you pick.

Stefan: *sighs* Did Cousin Georgina elope?

Damon: She Eloped!! This, of course, enraged Evil Aunt Charlotte so much she had a heart attack and died!! Right there in the dining room!!

Stefan: we told people we were orphans with no close family, Damo--..Desdemona.

Damon, mentally plotting out how Evil Aunt Charlotte's funeral is going to have suspicious man in all black attend, who, when he turns to leave, reveals a gun under his jacket: We were estranged, problem solved. They didn't like Father. honestly, who did?

okay that took a very cracky turn but!! Vampires using their powers and immortality for Ridiculous Shit is my favorite thing

Gradually practicing until he can hold a full shift for as long as he wants and just disappears for a week to be a bird bc god knows the murders hanging around town are more fun than the people. Blood red lipstick and winged eyeliner and feathers nearly blending in with black hair. Eyes a touch too wide or irises oddly sized, dark blue nearly corner to corner. Spends a month breaking limbs oddly often bc he fucked up his bones and now theyre hollow even when he’s human-shaped. Maybe in this verse vampires are a bit wilder, a bit more connected to dark powers, and Damon especially so. Some others get stuck or can only partially adopt animal form, giving them a bestial appearance—and play their part in the myth of vampirism, the origin of some of the world’s stories.

Stefan can’t shift, doesn’t really have that talent and has none on animal blood, but when he isn’t maybe he can float a bit. Some murderous parody of Peter Pan—forever young and forever luring people away never to be seen again. (He could fly in the books, once he’s had more than animal blood. So could Damon.)

[shepherds-of-haven]

Hi Lena! Could you please tell us, what’s an object(s) that the ROs (+ ya boy Halek) always have on them ?

Hi there, the true answer for this is typically their main weapon or a weapon of some kind, but since that's a bit boring, I'll endeavor to be more creative--just operate with the unspoken assumption that most are armed in some way from here on out! And obviously things like coinpurses don't count!

Blade: okay Blade is the exception because this is the only thing that's true for him, unless you strip him naked you should always assume he does have a weapon on his person somehow, I can't think of any particular object he'd reliably have over a weapon! He's not really one for sentiment or particular materialism so he can just like throw everything else away no problem if he has to lol. If we're counting field stuff he generally has a utility belt with like multi-tool type stuff, flint and steel, map, water flask, file and lockpick, little first aid things like bandages or sanitizer, but again, there's not a lot he can't do so long as he has a sharp blade, so these are more conveniences and can be dispensed with if he has to!

Trouble: his gloves, probably a charch case and matches, and he pretty reliably always has a timepiece on him!

Tallys: she always keeps a hidden utility belt with pouches of different types of herbs, powders, and tinctures for emergencies! Stuff that can be used medically or to numb pain, stuff to put enemies to sleep, etc.!

Shery: she always keeps a pen and typically a notepad or slip of paper with her! It would also be unusual for her not to have a handkerchief on her person as well!

Riel: he always has a clean handkerchief, a timepiece, and typically his walking stick on him! He usually carries a writing implement but not always because 1) he can just memorize everything if he has to 2) Aerin is usually on-hand to carry it for him and 3) he doesn't like risking ink stains so it's not always a 100% encounter rate for that one!

Chase: I would say it'd be extremely unusual for him not to have some form of jewelry/shiny accessory like rings, a necklace, or his earrings on him, but if that doesn't really count, he 100% always has some form of lockpick or skeleton key or pin on him for emergencies! Also, if we're not counting weapons but weapon-adjacent type stuff, he often but not always has some kind of flashbang or smoke bomb device rolling around in a pocket somewhere. He also typically carries a flask with strong liquor, though not for himself! It comes in handy more often than you'd think!

Red: he's typically always going to have a pen and a slip of paper somewhere on his person, and pretty reliably a compass because it can be crucial if he needs to translocate somewhere from an unfamiliar spot! I'd say there's like an 85% chance he has a book on him as well, and that tends to increase if he's out in the field and has a pack with him!

Ayla: she always has her windstaff, but if that doesn't count, she keeps a heavy jade stone in her pocket or tied around her braid: it's the only thing that her parents left her as a baby, so it goes everywhere with her! Also typically some form of emergency snack in her pocket as well as always has a water flask (when out in the field)!

Briony: Gonturan pretty much all of the time, but if that doesn't count, a pair of fingerless gloves to fight with and typically her red ribbon, though sometimes she leaves that at home by her bedside on long missions where she thinks she might lose it!

Lavinet: perfumed handkerchief, her fan if she's "out" as Lady Lockwood and not as Captain Naveen, typically a pair of gloves (either leather for riding or silk for social occasions), and she actually always wears a ring on her person that's engraved with the Lockwood crest: it's proof of her identity in case of an emergency and she doesn't go anywhere without it, though oftentimes it's hidden on a chain underneath her clothes! She hasn't needed to go on an undercover mission yet, but I imagine that the day she does is when she'll probably have to leave it somewhere safe!

Halek: typically I don't think he cares to have any one thing always on his person at all times (aside from the standards like a coinpurse or a weapon), but out in the field you can pretty reliably rummage in his pack for little stores of ingredients, either stuff he's foraging or buying along the way that seem interesting as he passes through (wild herbs, mushrooms, purchased spices from random towns) or little emergency supplies of salt, dried meat, cubes of fat or bouillon for soup, etc.!

[murdockparker]

Flaking Fancy - Part 1

Matthew Murdock x Reader

Summary: Reader invites Foggy and Matt to her family’s holiday party. It’s a fancy affair, one that she’ll need all the help she can to get through.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: some alcohol consumption, mentions of sex (nothing happens)

A/N: Matt is back, bitches. You thought I forgot about him? Hell no. Could never forget about him, no matter how hard I tried. (This is part one of two, but can be read alone!)

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“Tell me again why Foggy decided to flake tonight?”

She had been fiddling with the clasp on her bracelet—it wouldn’t close no matter how much she tried—without even looking up at the man across the room from her. If only she had a second pair of hands, or one of those nifty bracelet gadgets she’s been meaning to buy anyway.

“Flake?” Matt barked a laugh. “You know Foggy would want nothing more than to go to a fancy party with free booze and food.”

“Right,” she looked up, “which is weird that he flaked.”

“He said he was sick,” Matt shrugged helplessly. Truth be told, Matthew Murdock could see right through his roommate’s white lie—but he didn’t have the energy to fight him on it, not when he was already late to meeting up with (Y/N), anyway. “Stomach bug or something.”

“He seemed fine this morning during Professor Knight’s lecture,” (Y/N) sighed, placing a hand on her hip. She’d all but given up on the bracelet, throwing the damned jewelry onto her disheveled bed. Her dorm was in a state of disarray—she had gone through nearly her entire closet to choose what dress she would wear tonight. “And I know for a fact he couldn’t have gotten food poisoning—we both ate that shitty Chinese food for lunch, so I would be hugging the toilet too if that was the case.”

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” Matt held his hands up, holding back another laugh. “Believe me, I tried to get him to come with us—”

“I never invite y’all to something this nice,” (Y/N) bent down to grab her heels, “the one time I can get us into a fancy party with fancy food and fancy drinks and fancy people? He just… flakes?”

“You never said this party was fancy.”

She turned her attention from her shoes back up to Matt—his face already plastered with a shit-eating grin that was so uniquely… Matt. “Har har.”

“Seriously, (Y/N), it’s fine,” Matt reassured her, “we can still go to your fancy party and have a fancy time with your fancy family. You won’t even notice he’s gone.”

“It’s just…” (Y/N) wrung her wrist, trying to find the words she was looking for. Matt just stood there, waiting patiently for her to continue. “You two are my best friends here at school and this is my family’s holiday party—I just… dunno…”

He could practically hear her heart drop. This party meant a lot to her—this much Matt already knew—but to hear her admit it? “You want to prove to your parents that you’re not totally floundering away at school,” he stated.

“My dad always said law school was a bad idea,” she stood up from her bed, both heels now firmly on her feet, “said I was wasting my time on my ‘passion project’. Mom never really understood my convictions about it either, but she never outright said anything nasty about it.”

“So if you had friends in your corner to back you up—”

“Maybe they’d be more okay with the idea of their daughter straying off their ideal path,” she nodded softly. “Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t invite the two of you to this party just for that. I also really enjoy your company—something tells me I’m gonna need some of that Murdock sass to make it through the night.”

“‘Murdock sass?’”

“I would’ve also appreciated Nelson’s one-liners, specifically about my aunt’s terrible taste in fashion, but I guess,” she drawled the last word out, “I could settle for just you. Maybe a whole bottle of champagne too, but we’ll see where the night leads us.”

“I’m afraid I can’t comment on your aunt’s state of dress,” Matt joked, “but I promise I’ll be by your side all night, ready to entertain.”

“Oh, right, you’ll need me to guide you around the house,” she nearly slapped her forehead. “I totally forgot—”

“I’m sure I could manage my way around a townhouse, sweetheart,” he said cautiously, hoping she wouldn’t shy away from the term of endearment. With the way her heart skipped a beat, he safely assumed it was an alright move. “But if you feel the need to show me around…”

“You’ll need the help,” she assured him, smoothing the lines in her satin dress. “Trust me. My parents own the wildest home decor—last time I was over I nearly tripped over an elephant statue by the front door.”

“An elephant?”

“My mom is convinced it’s her ‘spirit animal’ or ‘inner beast’, I guess,” she shrugged. “Always remembering things, holding it over my dad’s head and whatnot.”  

“Sounds like someone I know,” Matt hummed.

“Shut up,” she slapped his arm playfully. “Come on, we’re gonna be late—”

“Aren’t you going to put on your bracelet?”

“My…” her eyes grew as wide as saucers. “How did you know I didn’t get my bracelet on?”

Matt wanted to tell her the truth—badly did he want to be honest and explain that he was diligently listening to how many times she fumbled with the clasp, the metal clinking ringing through his ears. But, he couldn’t do that, not tonight. “You mumbled something under your breath earlier,” he held out his hand, “come on, let me help.”

“Did I?” (Y/N) shook her head in disbelief. It was likely that she did, it was a bad habit of hers—and seemingly she did it without even realizing it. “Are you sure you can get the clasp?”

“No,” he smiled lightly, grabbing the dangling chain from her hand. “But I can hold it in place while you get it.”

“That… could work,” she breathed, “yeah.”

Carefully, Matt held the chain of small diamonds taught in the air, hoping her wrist would find its place without any guidance. She pressed against it gently and circled the chain around her wrist—ignoring completely how electric it was to feel Matt’s fingertips graze the sensitive skin there. She all but stuck her tongue out in concentration to finish the task quickly, to get them out the door faster, but with the way he was standing so close to her? The way his breath hitched when her fingers brushed his? The task seemed almost impossible.

“T-there,” she mumbled, removing her hand from the clasp. It had taken only two tries this time to get it attached, the help from Matt surely aiding greatly. “All done.”

“Great,” Matt breathed, finally allowing air to fill his lungs again. “Glad to be of help.”

She smiled sweetly, patting his chest. “Come on Murdock, we’ve got a fancy party to attend.”

—

When she had told Matt about her parent’s holiday party, he was expecting the usual. Christmas cookies, carolers, drunk uncles and ugly sweaters. What he hadn’t realized, is that (Y/N) came from a rather well off family, so their version of the holidays was much different than what he was used to. Hell, he’d grown so accustomed to a T.V dinner on Christmas Eve it had almost become the norm, so when a server—a server—asked if he wanted a tourtière? He felt completely out of his realm. To his relief, it seemed (Y/N) felt the same way. He could tell that her heart was beating faster, her breathing was uneven—she was nervous.

“What exactly is a tourtière, anyway?” Matt mumbled into her ear, careful to not bump into her. The scent of her hair nearly sent him into a spiral, her shampoo was intoxicating.

“Some sort of meat pie,” she uttered back, “I think it’s Canadian.”

“What ever happened to pigs in a blanket? That still a thing?”

“I think it was a pork tourtière,” she giggled, “so, technically a pig in an unconventional blanket?”

Matt giggled—God, he giggled. “I guess you’re right, on a technicality.”

“Technicalities are my specialty,” she poked his chest. “You should know that.”

“The specialty of any law student,” Matt rocked on his heels, taking a sip of the bubbling champagne he had been given not too long ago. (Y/N) downed her third glass of the night along with his timid sips. “You should probably slow down,” he said, hearing the soft clink of the glass against the metal plate of the passing server.

“If I’m gonna talk to my parents tonight, I’m going to need at least three more of these things,” she murmured into a fresh glass. He couldn’t argue with her logic, so he merely continued to nurse his bubbling glass.

“What was it like?” He asked, trying to change the subject as best he could. “Growing up here, I mean. I can’t speak for how nice your home is or looks—but by the way it smells, I’m sure it’s very elegant.”

“Cold,” she replied honestly. “Lonely most of the time—I didn’t have any siblings to entertain me. I usually was stuck watching movies with the nanny while my parents decided to spend their evenings at galas and parties.”

“You had a nanny?”

“Oh yeah,” she gulped. “Lucy was my nanny up until I was in middle school, then her daughter Rose took over until I made it to college.” (Y/N) laughed lightly to herself. “It’s funny, if it wasn’t for Lucy bringing new movies over every week, I don’t think we’d be here right now.”

“And why is that?”

“One of the movies she brought over was Legally Blonde,” she snorted into her glass, “I wanted to be Elle Woods so bad—don’t get me wrong, I have many other reasons why I want to be a lawyer, but I can’t discredit how Reese Witherspoon had a helping hand in my future career.”

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Legally Blonde,” Matt hummed. “It never really appealed to me—to be fair, most movies don’t.”

“Well, it’s a fucking fantastic film,” she tilted her head, smirking. “Though, I think the only reason Lucy brought it over so much was because I would actually leave her alone to do the housework.”

“That seems totally unlike you,” Matt deadpanned.

“I was a master at mopping the floors,” she snorted, “Lucy just preferred that I… didn’t.”

“Something tells me you kept getting in the way?”

“There may have been an incident with a jar of pasta sauce and a rogue mop handle—but the stain mostly came out of the floor. I think mom bought a rug to cover it up, though.”

She did. Matt had noticed the slight change in the flooring when they had paraded through the kitchen earlier, avoiding any collisions with stray family members and business partners. It was an odd place for a rug, he had thought, but the little bit of backstory on the matter pulled his lips up in a small smile. “A rug for the kitchen? Seems outside of your mother’s taste.”

“Oh,” (Y/N) barked a laugh, sipping more champagne, “trust that the rug probably costs more than our tuition—so not too far out of the realm of possibility, I’m afraid.”

Matt’s smile faded, just a bit. “What did you say your parents did for work again?”

“Beats the fuck out of me,” she shrugged helplessly, downing the glass in her hand. “The more I try to pry, the more I get shunned away with expensive gifts and trips.”

“So you… don’t know?” His brows were furrowed, laced together with slight confusion.

“Last time I asked they swore me to secrecy,” she leaned in closer, her breath practically dancing across his cheek, “knife to my throat and all. Y’know, mobster style.”

“Mobster? (Y/N), are you saying that your parents—”

Before he could finish his thought, she erupted in a fit of giggles, clutching her stomach nearly in pain.

“Oh my God,” she held onto his shoulder for stability—surely about to fall over otherwise. “You thought I was serious!”

He swallowed thickly, trying to force a laugh. “I mean, most people don’t joke that their parents are in some sort of organized crime syndicate?”

“You should’ve seen the look on your face! You looked as white as a ghost,” more laughter escaped her lips. “Nah, my parents are both Wall Street assholes—most of the people around us are also Wall Street assholes. Some normal assholes too, like my Uncle Tom. Everyone here’s an asshole, except for us”

“Alright sweetheart, I think you’ve had enough to drink,” Matt carefully pried the empty glass from her hand. “No need to be ranting about assholes at the holiday party.”

“Speaking of assholes!” (Y/N) nearly shouted, a few business-looking individuals turned their attention to the couple across the room. The lingering stares didn’t last long, nearly every one of them continued their seemingly boring conversations and decided to move on. “We should find my parents! I think I can talk to them now!”

“That seems like a poor decision,” Matt smirked, snaking his arm casually around her waist, leading her away from the room. “Especially in your current state.”

“Please,” she scoffed. “My parents have seen me tipsy before.”

“I think we’re well past tipsy,” he laughed airily, pulling her to a quieter corner of the townhouse. “Besides, I don’t think you’ll agree with your choices tomorrow morning.”

“Ugh,” she groaned into his shoulder, head bashing against him in defeat. “You’re probably right.”

“Usually am.”

“I’m starting to get a headache.”

“I can imagine.”

“I should probably lay down.”

“That seems wise.”

“D’you think my parents would mind if I took a power nap in my room?” Her question was serious, eyes only slightly glazed over from the alcohol. “I mean… it’s my room, y’know?”    

“Why don’t you lead the way? I’m sure you can sneak away for thirty minutes,” Matt rubbed his hand gently against her side, urging her to move forward. She nodded slightly before pulling away from him and wandered down the long hallway, familiarity lacing her every step. “Here’s hoping they didn’t turn it into an exercise room or something.”

“Oh, they wouldn’t,” she said seriously, “they already have a home gym on the second floor.”

Matt blinked.

“Right. Of course they do.”

She turned towards a large white door, embellished with an antique looking bronze knob. After a quick knock—something she immediately regretted doing—she opened the door to a nearly unchanged room. The decor was completely different than the rest of the home, save for the furniture, as that matched everything else. Her walls were plastered with movie and band posters, a cork board filled with all of her accomplishments hung beside her bed along with the various stuffed animals that adorned it.

“Welcome to mi casa,” she said unceremoniously, flopping face first down into the mattress. A stray teddy bear fell to the floor as she mumbled something into her pillow—he tried to make it out, but it was no use.

“What was that?” He toed into the room further and shut the door, feet hitting a fuzzy rug quickly.

“I said,” she mumbled, pulling her face up from her pillow, “this isn’t how I was expecting to pull you into my room tonight.”

He could’ve sworn his heart stopped. Had it not been for the rushing blood in his ears, he’d have no way of knowing.

“Yeah?” He nervously chuckled.

“Yeah,” she agreed, rolling onto her back, “was planning on seducing the absolute shit out of you. Figured you’d be amazing tonight at the party, probably say the sweetest crap about me to my parents and I’d want to finally make a move. Even went out of my way and wore my sexy underwear set which… you couldn’t have seen anyway…”

“The thought counts,” he smiled gently, floating his way over to her bed. Cautiously, he sat down beside her, silently hoping she wouldn’t move.

“I mean, it has a bit of lace on it,” she hummed thoughtfully, “you probably could’ve enjoyed that?”

“Probably,” he agreed. She hummed again, putting her head against her pillow. “How much have you had to drink tonight, sweetheart?”

“Not sure, the servers just kept… putting another glass in my hand whenever it was empty.”

He laughed at that. “I’ll go get you some water, maybe some proper hydration will get your head back on straight, stop talking nonsense.”

“Nonsense?”

“Nonsense,” he parroted begrudgingly, patting her leg gently. “All that bubbly’s gotten to your pretty little head, making you say things you don’t really mean.”

“Nah,” she scoffed back, “s’not nonsense, I think it’s the most level-headed thought I’ve had. Probably ever.”

“Sure it is, sweetheart,” he replied sarcastically, tenderly removing the black heels off of her feet—they were practically falling off anyway.

“You’ve gotta stop calling me that,” she lifted her head up from the pillow, desperate to try and look him in the eyes, “or else I’m gonna try to jump your bones, Murdock.”

Matt listened carefully to her heartbeat—it was steady and strong—she was telling the truth. “You’re drunk.”

“And you’re hot.”

“You’re not in the right mind and I’m not going to take advantage of you,” he sighed, rubbing her leg tenderly, “it wouldn’t be right.”

“Ugh,” she pushed her face into the pillow again, “why do you have to be so nice all the time?”

“I’m not always nice,” Matt snickered lightly, “but I’m glad you think so.”

“If I wasn’t drunk,” she practically slurred, “would you want to sleep with me?”

“(Y/N)…”

“No, wait,” she pressed her hand towards the sky—hoping it would land somewhere in Matt’s vicinity. “Don’t tell me. I don’t wanna know.”

“I’m gonna go get you that water,” Matt managed to squeak out, rising from the bed, “maybe find some Advil. I’ll… be right back.”

Matt could barely make out the agreeing murmur that came from the pillow as he exited the room. The party was still in full swing, the jazz band he tried avoiding earlier was still blaring throughout the home. He didn’t want to cause any suspicion on how well he was navigating through the house—the thought of trying to explain how he found the kitchen based on the faint smell of food nearly halfway across the building—Matt pulled out his cane. It was neatly folded up in his inner jacket pocket, he had (Y/N) to guide him around most of the night, it nearly seemed pointless to bring it.

“Excuse me?”

Matt turned around, having nearly made it to the end of the hallway. He hadn’t heard anyone walking behind him—but to his detriment, he was focusing on (Y/N)’s breathing as he walked away, insuring that it was even.

“Uh, hi,” Matt forced a smile, waving lightly, “I’m just looking for the kitchen… sorta hard to find.” He tapped his cane twice for good measure. The blind thing usually worked.

“And you were hoping to find it in my daughter’s bedroom?”

Shit.

“Mr. (Y/L/N), I’m sorry for the informality,” Matt waited for the man to get closer, hoping he wouldn’t punch him square in the face, “I’ve been meaning to find you this evening to introduce myself—”

“Introduce yourself? Tell me, when exactly did you plan to introduce yourself? Before or after you fucked my daughter?”

Matt could feel the blood drain from his face. He knew that (Y/N) had been joking earlier about the mob thing, but now coming face to face with her father? It didn’t exactly seem too far off. “Sir, I think there’s a bit of misunderstanding—”

“Really? How else am I to take fact the same man my daughter has been carting around all night just exited her bedroom? Said daughter in question nowhere to be found?”

“Your daughter had a little bit too much to drink,” Matt said honestly, “she needed to lay down, so she led me to her room. I was just going to go get her some water. I promise, nothing nefarious, sir.”

The older man huffed, breath hot on his mustache. “And your name?”

“Matthew Murdock,” he outstretched his hand, “I’m a law student with your daughter. Just a friend, I assure you.”

“Just a friend,” he mumbled back, meeting Matt’s hand in a firm shake, “and I’m supposed to believe that?”

“You don’t have to,” Matt smiled brightly, “but it’s the truth. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to meet you all the way back here, would’ve thought you’d be enjoying the party with the rest of your guests.”

“Had to step away for a bit,” her father sniffed, “went to my study to clear my head. These parties are more my wife’s thing.”

Matt could smell the scent of cigars coming off of the man’s suit, the cigars overpowered the other lingering scents that he couldn’t quite pick out, but if he had to guess it was probably something Mr. (Y/L/N) would want to keep from his wife anyhow. “I understand, I get overwhelmed quite easily. These things aren’t particularly my scene.”

“My daughter’s alright, I take it?”

“She’ll be fine,” Matt assured him, “once she gets some water I think she’ll be able to join the masses again. Had a few too many glasses of champagne, I think.”

“She’s not much of a drinker,” her father mused, shoving his hand into his front pocket, “guess that silly little law school of hers has changed her in ways I’ll never understand.”

“Columbia is a prestigious school,” Matt bit back, feeling his chest grow hot in anger, “your daughter is a bright student and intelligent beyond her years. She’s going to be an excellent lawyer, I assure you.”

“Prestigious or not,” the older man sighed, “she’s just wasting her time. Her mother and I already had a charming life planned out for her, a good job, a fair amount of inheritance, a husband—”

“Husband?”

“But she decided to throw all our hard work away and act ungrateful for the entire thing,” he finished, clearly exasperated.

Matt’s grip on his cane grew near-deadly, the anger flushing upwards and outwards—you could probably see the steam leaving his ears. He knew of her parent’s convictions, she had been brave enough to share tidbits here and there about their continuous disappointment. It never, ever, made sense to Matt.

“She,” Matt cleared his throat, “is a wonderful woman. Got accepted into an Ivy League school, practically the top of our class and she makes it look effortless. Any parent would be proud to call her their daughter.”

“I never said I wasn’t proud,” her father groaned lightly, fingers rubbing against his temple, “she’s clearly been making a name for herself in the slums. Look, you’re not a parent, so you have little to say on how I decide parent my own daughter.”

“You’re right,” Matt agreed quickly, without hesitation, “I have very little to say to you.” He began to walk away, towards what was presumably the kitchen. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get some water.”

—

He didn’t mean to practically insult her father, of course not, that wasn’t his intention. Matt was sure he’d hear the ramifications of his actions from (Y/N) at a later date, but until then, he had a job to do. He had—thankfully—returned to her room with ease, a cold glass of water in one hand, a frosted pitcher of it in the other, cane tucked promptly in his armpit.

“S’just me, sweet thing,” Matt mumbled into the dark abyss of the room, hearing her stir slightly at the large wooden door creak shut. “Brought you some water.”

“Matt…?”

“Well, at least I think it’s water,” he chuckled dryly, setting the pitcher down on the picturesque nightstand beside her, “could be more of that sangria your aunt was chugging.”

“Looks like water,” she groggily replied, scraping the sleep out of her eyes, makeup be damned. She had hardly been out for twenty minutes, but the nap hit her like a brick to the chest—a good sleep nonetheless. “Lucky for me I sober up quickly.”

Matt forced a smile, nodding only the once. He could still smell the lingering notes of the champagne on her tongue, but he had half a mind to believe her. “The water will help. I couldn’t find any pain killers though—”

“My purse,” she pointed across the room, “I have a bottle with stuff in it. It’s right next to the door, on the ground to the left.”

His heart warmed at the simple directions—even though he knew full well where her purse was, she took the extra moment to describe the location for him. He momentarily fumbled ‘looking’ for the bag—he’d make a mental note to consider coming clean about his abilities at a later date—and managed to loop the strap onto his arm, carrying it back to the bed with ease. His hand dug around, reaching for the bottle she had spoken of, smiling when his fingers wrapped around a rattling cylinder. “Doesn’t sound like you just have pain killers in here.”

“Pain killers, antidepressants, ecstasy,” she chuckled, popping the top off easily. “Maybe an Adderall or two from Foggy…”

Matt knew she was lying, mostly, anyway. Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of anything past her antidepressants. He listened for the soft sound of her swallowing the capsules before settling onto the mattress beside her. “I’m shocked Foggy even had the thought to give you some.”

“Nah man,” she scoffed playfully, “I had to sell my soul to acquire just the one. Well, my soul and my notes from Professor O’Malley’s lectures.”

“Ah, of course.”

“How long was I out?” “Forty minutes at the most.”

The silence that filled the room was comfortable, to say the least. It usually always was when it was the two of them, but a certain tenseness had overwhelmed Matt’s entire being—a detail not entirely overlooked by the still sobering woman sitting beside him. “You… met my parents, didn’t you?”

“No,” Matt shook his head quickly, “just your father.”

A groan escaped her lips, Matt could only guess it could have been heard over the horrific jazz music down the hall. “Somehow that’s even worse.”

“He was… fine.”

“You hesitated.”

“I didn’t.”

“Matt.”

He pulled his hands up in defense. “Alright, fine maybe he wasn’t fine. We had a small chat and… I completely understand why you had me come tonight. He was practically talking you down every chance he got… Christ, (Y/N), I had no idea that he really disapproved that much—”

“Tell me about it,” she somberly replied, gulping half of the glass of water in her hand. “Wait—when exactly did you run into my dad?”

“He… saw me exit your room and thought that we—that I possibly was up to something—”

“What? Like we were fucking?”

Matt’s face flushed instantly, he was nearly certain of it. “Yes.”

“Oh.”

“I think I persuaded him into thinking otherwise,” Matt stated quickly, the words tumbling from his lips. “Convinced him we were only friends.” Her response was muffled, even with his enhanced hearing, the blood that was pumping through his head from the embarrassment was enough to nearly deafen him, even for the moment.

“Would that have been the worst thing?” (Y/N) repeated, fully registering the man’s lack of reaction from her earlier statement. “I mean, in the grand scheme of things?”

“What? That your dad thought we were fucking in your childhood bedroom?”

“Yes! I mean,” she slapped her forehead lightly. “No, obviously. Not that, but, in general? Like we were… together?”

“Oh.”

“Oh,” she mimicked, feeling the shame of a thousand suns burn against her skin. “You don’t—that’s fine, forget I said anything—”

It was against better judgment, Matt could attest to it, but he simply couldn’t wait a second longer to put his lips on hers. He hardly knew how to leave her speechless in the best of times, and with the way she was reacting? The way she practically melted into his touch? Matthew Murdock had yet another trick up his sleeve.

She pulled away much quicker than he would have liked, placing a hand on his chest gently. “I thought you said you didn’t want to take advantage of me?” Her tone was teasing, light.

“You said so yourself,” he pressed his forehead against hers. “You sober up quickly.”

Her laughter morphed into a hiss of pain, gravitating away from his touch. “I might be a liar,” she groaned. “My head is killing me.”

“Liar or not,” Matt said softly, rubbing her hand lovingly. “I don’t intend on doing anything more than kiss you tonight, it wouldn’t be right. I’m sorry for kissing you in the first place.”

A sly grin pulled against her lips. “So you do want to do more than just kiss me?”

Matt laughed lightly. “I may be blind, but I’m not stupid, sweetheart. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now and, based on your comments tonight we probably could’ve been kissing a lot earlier.”

“Oh yeah,” she scoffed playfully. “I’ve wanted to do something about my major crush on you since our ethics class.”

It was Matt’s turn to grin. “‘Major crush?’”

“Ginormous,” she nodded. “I’m talking like, heart eyes every time you would walk into the room sort of crush.”

He always had a small suspicion that she felt a little more than just friendship for him—based on her vitals and breathing patterns, naturally—but hearing her confirm it was like music to his ears. “You’re making it really hard to not kiss you again.”

“Good,” (Y/N) mused, squeezing his hand tighter. “You can kiss me whenever you want.”

“How about I take you out first? We can kiss all we want after.”

She frowned. “Just kiss?”

Matt leaned in closer.

“Well, we wouldn’t want you to not get any use out of your lacy underwear, would we?”

The couple erupted into a fit of giggles, both thinking fondly on ways to thank Foggy for flaking.

—

BONUS: “Look, guys, I’m happy that you two finally got your heads outta the sand and got together and are acting like the grossest couple imaginable, truly,” Foggy said, sipping his coffee quickly, eyeing the new couple down. “But you do realize this wasn’t some grand scheme or anything, I really was sick last week?”

Matt laughed. “Sure you were, Fog.”

(Y/N) followed suit in her own flurry of giggles. “Oh yeah, I’m so sure.”

Foggy stared at his two best friends, looking back and forth between the lovebirds. He sighed. Loudly.

[pawnshopbleus]

Put Me in a Movie - Chapter Ten

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary - You’re a famous actress and he’s one of the greatest directors of all time. What happens when you get cast in his new movie? 

Chapter Nine

Parties weren’t something that you hosted very often. Dinner parties, yes, but full-on parties, no. From the wrap parties that you went to they were mostly just the cast and crew members drinking and celebrating the end of the film. You wanted to impress the people that were attending. You wanted to show them that you were just a cool twenty-six-year-old woman that knew how to throw a party. The thing is, you didn’t know how to throw a party, but you knew who did.

Stella was over at your house in less than thirty minutes. Stella was a party girl through and through. If anyone knows how to throw one of the best wrap parties of the century it’s Stella.

She politely knocked at your front door. Usually, she would just take your spare key that was hidden under a rock and let herself in, but the two of you were setting boundaries. You were glad that she was respecting them. It’s the least she could do.

You opened the door and let her in. Stella followed you into your kitchen where she put her bag down on the marble counter. She took a seat on the bar stool and looked around. Stella was a pale woman with golden hair and brown eyes. She always wore red lipstick that could rival that of Taylor Swift. She is an underappreciated beauty that so many girls have.

You studied the way she looked around your home. You knew she wanted to say something, but she knew that it might upset you. The last thing she wanted to do was upset you.

“What is it, Stella?” “Nothing.” She crossed her legs and pressed her red lips together.

You sighed, “Look, I know you have something to say so just say it.” “This is no place for a party.” There it is! “I mean, it’s too light and too clean and too quiet.” “Well, can you fix it?”

Stella jumped at the opportunity to help you fix what could have been the world’s most boring party. People were expected to arrive at seven. It was three right now.

Stella had a lot of people in her contacts. That was the life of an agent. There was this caterer that wanted to help kick-start his son’s acting career. Stella got the son a leading role in a Marvel movie. The caterer endlessly thanked Stella and said that he will forever be in her debt. Same thing with a DJ. By five o’clock, people were running in and out of your home, getting and setting up equipment. By six o’clock, the DJ and caterer were set up outside in your backyard which had a beautiful view of the Los Angeles city skyline. The sun was about to set and in no time, the twinkling night sky would be a decoration to the party that Stella helped you throw.

“Now, what are you going to wear?” Stella asked.

You looked down at yourself and examined your outfit. You obviously saw nothing wrong with the white t-shirt and blue mom jeans that you were wearing. Stella, on the other hand, did. She didn’t want to say anything though, but by the way that her lips were pressed together again and her hands were clasped behind her back, you knew that she wanted to help you.

“If you want to pick an outfit for me then you are more than welcomed to.” You laughed at the way Stella jumped for joy when she heard your response. In under ten minutes, Stella was back downstairs. She nearly threw your own clothes at you and urged you to go put them on. It was like she was a six-year-old girl dressing up her Barbie.

Stella picked out the black Iwona Corset Mini Dress that was made out of recycled polyester from Vivienne Westwood. She brought out your red bottoms and some gold jewelry to match. She really could have been a fashion designer or a stylist if she wanted to but being an agent was the career that she choose.

Stella wanted to do your makeup. You didn’t need any, but since there were going to be cameras everywhere tonight you needed to look your best. She just put on a bit of concealer, powder, mascara, eye shadow, and lipstick. The look was very natural yet chic like your hair.

Guests began arriving a few minutes after seven and soon enough, the party was starting to look like a party. People came up to you and congratulated you on hosting such a nice party. You simply thanked them and directed them to Stella, the real hero of today. Without her, your ass would have been stuck in blue jeans and a white t-shirt.

Jessica arrived in style like always. She was wearing a custom-made Chanel pantsuit. It looked great on her considering that she was very tall and lean. On her feet, she wore pointed-toe heels that could poke someone’s eye out. Peter arrived soon after that with Mary-Jane by his side. Peter was wearing something boring like every other male actor in the universe while MJ wore a green slip dress that made her stand out in the crowd. Peter and MJ made a beautiful couple and they were so head over heels in love with each other that it made you sick with envy greener than Mary Jane’s dress.

You gave both of them a hug and then asked them if they wanted anything to drink. The caterers had brought along with them an expert mixologist.  Peter asked for water while MJ asked for a shot of tequila. She was a new mom, she needed it. You gave them their drinks and watched as MJ took the shot of tequila. She threw it back with ease and walked away to get another one. Peter just stood there, mesmerized by every step that his wife took.

Jessica joined the two of you soon after and struck up a light conversation. Things weren’t as tense as they were yesterday. She hadn’t mentioned the fact that Miguel chose to hug you instead of her. It’s not like she was angry, she was just a bit suspicious. After all, you were her friend and friends don’t date friends ex’s. Even if said friend cheated on her ex.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone going upstairs. You explicitly told everyone that upstairs was off-limits to everyone. You excused yourself for a moment and followed the person upstairs.

You angrily made your way upstairs and mentally cursed Stella for making you wear such elegant shoes in your own house. Your gaze was directed at the floor, making sure that you didn’t trip on any of the steps which meant that you couldn’t see in front of you. The person that you were following most definitely could hear you coming.

“You-” Was the only word you said before you realized who you were following. Miguel was wearing the simplest outfit yet it made him look absolutely unique. There was nothing in this world that could make that man boring. He even spoke two languages. Spanish left his mouth sometimes when he got angry or was passionate about something. Everything that this man did made you fall for him harder and harder.

“Sorry,” he said looking at you. He gave you a once over and nodded his head in approval. He then directed his gaze to a painting on the wall. “The Birth of Venus is one of my favorite paintings. I saw it when I first came into your house.”

“Came? More like broke in,” you shook your head as you took place beside him. “It’s fake. The painting's not real. I printed it at Staples and put it in a picture frame.”

“I could tell.” Miguel points at a watermark on the bottom left corner of the faux painting. “Botticelli painted it. Not some dude named Robert.” The way he pronounced ‘Botticelli’ made you shiver with need.

The two of you were now standing so close to each other that your arms were touching. Your skin was growing hot with the anticipation of what he might do or say next.

“What are you doing up here, Miguel? I told everyone that upstairs was off limits.”

He looked down at you, “Why are you following me?”

You laugh, “It’s my house.”

“I like your dress,” he said. Miguel's hands found their way to the front of your dress. His fingers played with the black strings that were fashioned into a bow. The entire time he did this, you were looking at his face. His features were soft as he played with the strings that were attached to the front of your dress. Miguel’s hand then snaked its way to your back and brought you in close.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he whispered. Now, you were looking into his eyes while he looked into yours. He was searching for the answer in those beautiful eyes of yours, but he knew that he couldn’t do anything without your verbal consent first. His thumb teasingly traced along your mouth as he waited for an answer.

You wanted this. You wanted him, but everything in you screamed at you to run away. He was danger packaged into the man of your dreams. So, you did the thing that your brain told you not to do. You went with your heart and your heart said, “Yes,” and he was kissing you.

His hands were rough at your waist as he kissed you with such fierce passion that was kept inside for so long. Your eyes were kept open for a moment, but only for a moment before they closed as you melted into the kiss.

He couldn’t believe it. You were kissing him! He was kissing you! Miguel had spent the past several weeks wondering what you would feel like and taste like. He finally had you and he stupidly let you go.

“I can’t,” Miguel shook his head, “I can’t. It’s too soon after the divorce. I can’t. I’m sorry. I thought I was ready, but I’m - I’m sorry.”

Miguel left you there in the middle of your own hallway. You were still high off of the adrenaline and the feel of his lips on yours.

Chapter Eleven

[imagionationstation]

If you insist… /j

Uhhh - I imagine he had lots of gold (jewelry) and stuff cuz Apollo was associated with gold. Also do you think he’d be taught music cuz Apollo was the god of music and also BM thinks he needs many skills. Idk.

I just wanna see him play Violin

Also I think he’d be a fashionista. Idk diva/fashionista Donnie is funny to me. BM probably doesn’t let him go anywhere without bodyguards most likely. Idk. I’m throwing ideas out :3

-♊️

I can see gold/jewelry getting in the way of his many experiments. It also just seems like an unnecessary hassle to his full days. Rings and bracelets are especially uncomfortable to wear while sketching. It’s far to many extra minutes spend putting them on and taking them off that could be better spent drawing a blueprint or handling a deadly chemical composition.

Maybe Big Mama tried to get him used to them, but child Donnie either found new places to hide them or they ended up welded as part of his early inventions. She got tired of buying new ones.

She only makes him wear them for gatherings and other social events. He’s not comfortable in them, and often subconsciously messes with them, but he wears them to keep her happy. She became tired of scolding, so she makes a point to smack his hands or arm every time he gets fidgety with them, hoping to get him to stop.

He doesn’t. Mostly because he never notices until the blow.

Then he tries to keep track of his movements. It’s hard when he’s anxiously trying to keep an eye on everything else as well.

Figiting is the only thing that keeps him from getting up when everyone else is sitting and crossing the room to push in that one chair that’s a couple inches too fair from the table, and is the only thing that he’s been able to think about all evening.

A smack is better than failing social etiquette.

Oh, I definitely think that he’d be taught how to play!

It think that would be one of the first things that Big Mama encourages him to do. Busy little hands needed to be channeled into something other than satisfying curiosities. He learned a couple different instrument over the years, nothing uncivil, mind you. He never quite took to it, but it seemed to be one of his few hobbies that Big Mama chose that he was able to do right in her eyes.

Big Mama loves to use his talents to entertain the guests at the hotel. Musical ones are definitely included. Piano, Violin, Acoustic Guitar, and- because he built his own and he only plays what she allows- a modern keytar. The last one is very recent development and he’s still learning when he meets Leo&Mikey.

TRUE THOUGH. AND HE HATES IT.

He doesn’t say anything to Big Mama’s face, but he severely dislikes being stalked by her hires. He does not want them in his room, or his lab, or following him around the hotel! It’s not like anyone’s ever tried to hurt him. Why can’t he get five minutes of privacy?

It makes existence so much harder because he knows that everything he says or does can and will be reported back to her. They’re supposed to protect him, but some days he feels so trapped. Free speech is not available to him. He knows it’s so he can’t mess up or ruin their reputation, but it really gets on his nerves in more ways than one. Again, something that he doesn’t vocalize.

He has to fact-check everything that he says when they’re around. Even existing is hard because they make the simple act of knowing when or when not to smile or frown exhausting.

He doesn’t actually get to experience freedom until his brothers come around and start encouraging him to ditch the bodyguards.

And, really, if Raph thinks it’s cool, who is he to argue?

Diva/fashionista? See, my first instinct was to be like “Would he tho?” But then I thought about it and like…

*sigh* *rubs forehead* He would tho…