#just because they’re introverted doesn’t mean they’re not gonna be messy

[cryptidcr3ature]

Soft, fluffy charthur is weak as hell. Give me dysfunctional uncles charthur. Give me a “I’m gonna get this wasp nest off the porch” “I swear to god if those wasps get in this house I’m packing my shit and leaving” dynamic. Give me charthur that argues over dumb shit and then don’t talk to each other for hours. I don’t need “Arthur learns to braid to braid Charles’s hair.” I NEED MESSY CHARTHUR.

[ctrlchar]

Johnnie Guilbert nsfw alphabet

not requested

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

he’s such a sweetheart when it comes to aftercare that sometimes he forgets to take care of himself. firm believer he keeps a bag of baby wipes near his bed which he’ll use to clean you up and he’ll make sure you know he loves and cares about you especially if he was being rough

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he really likes your tits and thighs,this isn’t anything sexual but he loves how comfortable it is to lay on them when you two are together

he doesn’t have a favorite body part on himself,more so a thing. that thing happens to be his tattoos. he’s very proud of how good they look and how many he has

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

he’s so messy when it comes to cum. he’ll do it in the spot that’s most convenient which if you don’t want him to cum inside you is gonna be your stomach

I also think he cums a lot

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he just wants a woman who can tell him what to do tbh,i don’t think he’s a complete sub but he definitely likes someone who will boss him around due to him being a little more introverted

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s hooked up with girls a few times but has only had sex with a few of those girls I think that he can definitely read you easily and tell what kinks you have within the second or third time you guys fuck

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

very simple when it comes to positions,he likes missionary because of his intimate it can be. he also likes to watch you face contort at each movement his hips make

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I don’t think so honestly,he usually gets too wrapped up in both you and his pleasure to even think about being funny

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I feel like he randomly shaves it for no reason but if it’s not completely shaved he won’t care too much

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

he shows his intimacy outside the bedroom rather then in,he prefers to show you how much he loves you (which sometimes will be sex) rather then telling you he loves you in the moment during sex

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

he jerks off about 3-4 times a week because he gets far too embarrassed to initiate any sort of sexual activity but this embarrassment fades the longer you two are together

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

he is a masochist and i am willing to die on this hill

Johnnie had been between your thighs pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. your hands had been resting on top of his until the overstimulation started to kick in. your hands flew to his hair pulling on it softly as you moaned out his name not even noticing the way he would moan against your cunt with each tug of his hair

praise-he loves praising you as well we being praised. he also likes to apply ownership when he parises you meaning he’ll say “you’re doing so good for me” “you look so pretty on my cock” “don’t you love that i’m the only one who can fuck this pretty little cunt?”

impact play-i’m not sure if this is technically impact play but we’ll say it is. whenever he goes down on you he loves to slap your cunt if you disobey him. that’s honestly as far as he’ll go though,I can’t see him hitting you or anything like that

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

prefers a bed but he does enjoy fucking you in his gaming chair or maybe over his desk. did I mention his gaming chair? he would die if you rode him in his gaming chair

your hips had been grinding against Johnnie’s as he wrapped his arms around your waist while you rode him like your life depended on it. with his confidence growing,Johnnie moves his hands from your waist to your ass as he begins to move you the way he wants you to move on his cock

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

he adores seeing you in makeup,all he thinks about is how your mascara would run down your face as you give him head

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he wouldn’t do anything like role play,it’s just not something he seems interested in

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he looses all self respect the second you give him head,he’s more of a begger though and this also applies to giving you head he will beg and beg to eat you out and when he starts it’s almost impossible to get him to stop

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

definitely more slow but if he notices you want him do go faster then he happily will

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

not opposed to one but he’ll never ask you for one because he prefers to take his time with you,he does love how needy you become during quickies though

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

I think he would try anything about once but he makes sure the two of you talked about it before hand

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

maybe two? but he does last a while for the most part

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

he personally doesn’t use them and he wouldn’t mind if you used them but it might make him a little self conscious if you go to a toy rather then him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn’t tease you too much other then maybe a crude joke here and there but nothing physical

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

he whimpers when he’s about to cum 100% but other then that he kinda just lets out shakey breaths/ groans or talks to you rather then moan but every now and then he’ll let out a couple moans

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

one time when he was giving you head he subconsciously started grinding into the bed but stopped himself before he came and he could’ve cried from him ruining his own orgasm

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

firm believer he has a skinny cock,not a small one but it’s skinny

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

for actual sex it’s pretty high now that he has a girlfriend,because now it’s just like the two of you can fuck whenever you want

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I don’t think he falls asleep after,he’ll usually do something on his phone or maybe watch a movie after he’s done taking care of you

[humanrindswrites]

private world

summary: tour is over and lars just wants to stay in bed with his girl.

pairing: lars ulrich x female reader/oc

warnings: smut, morning sex, fluff, vanilla, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, L-bombs (but in danish)

word count: 2550 words

originally posted to ao3 november 29 2022

The knocking on the hotel room door had quickly turned from a patient rap to an incessant pounding by the time Lars tried to get out of bed. He had intended to spend the morning curled up with his girl, but whoever was at the door clearly thought he should be doing something else.

“No, don’t go,” she whined as he let go of her to stand up.

“They’re not gonna stop knocking if I don’t answer,” he said and pulled his pants on before making his way to the door. The pounding was starting to rile him up.

“Hurry back,” she said from her cosy nest of sheets. 

Lars looked back at her and his face immediately softened at the sight of her: her hair messy against the pillows and her eyes still smudged with stubborn mascara. He stepped towards the bed and leaned over to tenderly kiss her forehead.

“I promise it won’t take two minutes,” he said before answering the door.

She listened to him talk with the person at the door as she let her tired body sink into the bed. Tour had just finished and while she’d had a blast following the band around the world, she was ready to go home and she knew Lars was too. Just watching him play almost every single night was exhausting so she couldn’t imagine how much more exhausted he must have been.

True to his word, he came back to bed after two minutes. Without bothering to take his pants off again, he threw himself down onto the mattress next to her and sighed deeply. She rolled onto her side and brought her hand up to run her fingers through his hair, making his eyes drift shut.

“I can’t wait to get home and just ignore everyone for a week,” Lars said.

“Hopefully that doesn’t include me,” she said playfully. He opened his eyes and smiled lazily at her.

“Of course it doesn’t,” he said softly. “I could never ignore you.”

“Good, because you’re not getting rid of me.” She shuffled up to him and perfectly slotted her body into his, their noses just centimetres apart.

“Don’t worry, darling,” he said as he brought a hand up to stroke her face. “I don’t plan on ever getting rid of you.”

Moments like this were her favourite. She knew that Lars could be abrasive and argumentative with other people, but deep down he was sweet and enthusiastic about his work. That always shined through the most when they were alone and nobody was around to tease them or bother them with any important tasks.

“What’s the first thing you want to do when we get home?” she asked as she stroked his face with the backs of her fingers.

“I dunno,” he said, sleep starting to creep back into his voice. “Sleep. Eat. Just stay in bed as much as we want.”

“Why do I have a feeling that you’re missing something off of that list?”

“What, fucking?” 

Her body flushed at hearing him say it, no matter how many times a day he would. Embarrassed, she covered her face with her hands and tried to push herself into the pillow.

“Lars, don't say it like that,” she whined as he pulled her into his arms again.

“You don't like it when I talk about fucking you?” he teased. “You always end up in the right mood when I do.”

“You're mean,” she said as she took her hands away from her burning face. 

“Yeah, but you love me,” he said with that cocky grin she loved so much.

She really did love him. He was always so kind to her, so patient and understanding. His extroverted nature balanced her more introverted one so well as if they were perfect for each other. She wanted nothing more than to be there for him through all his stress and see him live out his dreams.

Her eyes drifted closed when she felt him stroke her hair, his fingers softly trailing down her head and over her cheek until he cupped her jaw in his palm. His steady breaths stroked her cheek as he closed the gap between them. His lips were soft against hers as he kissed her tenderly and she let herself melt into him.

He mumbled something against her mouth but she didn’t hear what he said and just kissed him back. She let him pull her to lie on top of him, the scratchy blanket falling away from her body and leaving her in just her panties. She shivered when the air conditioning hit her bare skin but was immediately warmed up again when he ran his palms up and down her back.

“Cold?” Lars asked when she pulled away and buried her face in his neck. She nodded and tried to push her body into his. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up.”

She hummed in comfort as he gently stroked her back and arms, his warm palms spreading heat throughout her body and almost lulling her back to sleep. Her eyes snapped open when she felt his hands travel lower down her body, groping as they went until he was dipping his fingers underneath her panties.

He chuckled softly when he felt her clench and heard her whine his name. He’d barely done anything and yet she was already writhing in his arms. He wanted to do nothing but tease her until she was begging him to touch her, but he wasn’t feeling that cruel. Not yet, at least.

“Can I?” he asked, stopping his fingers from going any further. She curled her fingers against his shoulders and nodded into his neck before climbing off to lie beside him. He hovered over her as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, making sure the backs of his fingers brushed against her skin as they went.

His hands were warm on her knees as they were coaxed open and she couldn’t help but shyly turn her face away from him when he took in the sight of her laid bare for him. Even after being together for so long, every time felt like the first time he was seeing her like this, exposed and vulnerable.

“Hey,” Lars said, drawing her attention back to him. “No need to be shy.”

She kept her eyes on him as he trailed his fingers along the insides of her thighs, igniting her nerve endings and making her already damp pussy clench and moisten even more. It felt like an eternity before he finally ran his fingers through her soaking folds, gathering her arousal and spreading it around as he gaped at her in awe.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he breathed as he circled her swollen clit with his fingers. She whimpered and pushed her hips up into his hand, silently begging him to touch her more. “You want my fingers inside you?”

“Yeah,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she took in a shuddering breath. “Yeah, use your fingers.”

He steadily slid his middle finger inside her warm cunt, loving how she immediately clenched around him. He was already hard, to begin with, but the sensation of her tight walls pulling him in and refusing to let him go made his cock twitch and strain against his jeans. Steadily, he slid his finger in and out of her, letting her get used to the sensation before adding a second to gently stretch her out.

She grabbed hold of his toned arms, her fingers clenching and relaxing with each stroke as he drew pleasured sighs and breathy moans from her lungs. When he finally found her sweet spot, she clenched harder around him.

“There, right there,” she moaned when he curled his fingers into the spot, making her head spin.

“How’s that feel, darling?” he crooned as he lowered himself to lie next to her, his body perfectly slotted into hers.

“So good.”

He kissed her neck tenderly and toyed with her clit with his thumb, relishing in how she squeezed around his fingers and bucked her hips into his hand. He could already tell that she was going to cum soon, her moans becoming more desperate and louder as he steadily rocked his fingers back and forth and curled them into her sweet spot.

The knot in her stomach finally snapped and she came with his name tumbling out of her mouth in a stream of breathy moans, her pussy steadily clamping around his fingers and her clit twitching under his thumb. He continued to pleasure her through her high, pressing soft kisses to her neck and stroking her thighs with his free hand until her body relaxed into him, her breathing heavy.

Her eyes drifted closed as she basked in the afterglow, her body feeling like it was resting in a shallow pool of warm water as Lars gently pulled his fingers out of her and stroked her flushed skin. She let herself melt back into him as her endorphins coursed through her system, the warmth of her climax making her feel soft and vulnerable in his arms.

“You’re so cute when you cum like that,” he crooned in her ear, trying to ignore how hard he was. She could probably feel his erection through his pants but he knew she didn’t mind.

She rolled over in his arms and took his face in her hands before softly kissing him again and again, wanting to be closer to him. When she reluctantly pulled away she rested her forehead against his and tried to pull him to loom over her again.

“Please,” she whispered as she looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Please, what?” he teased, knowing exactly what she wanted. “You’ve gotta say it for me.”

“Lars,” she whined and covered her face again. “Don’t make me say that.”

“Okay, okay,” he said with a laugh. “I won’t tease anymore.”

“Thank you,” she said before reaching out for the button on his pants. “But I want these off.”

He made quick work of taking his pants and underwear off and threw them aside, not caring where they landed. Cock in hand, he took in the sight beneath him, watching her as she let her eyes trail over his body, waiting for him to push inside her again. He leaned down to tenderly kiss her before sliding the tip of his cock through her folds, coating it in her cum before steadily pushing inside her eager pussy.

A broken moan escaped his mouth when he slid all the way inside her, feeling how she pulsed around him, still tight from her last orgasm. He stilled for a moment, letting her adjust to the feeling of him inside her again as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. She tangled her fingers in his long hair and pulled him down so that his forehead rested against hers before signalling that he could start moving.

Steadily, he pulled back until only the tip of his cock was inside her before pushing in again and finding a good pace to fuck her. Her hands on the back of his head kept him close to her while her legs around his waist gave him the best angle to hit her sweet spot again. Her entire body tightened around him when he found it and she moaned against his mouth, wordlessly begging to keep going.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said under his breath before muffling her moans with his mouth, plunging his tongue into hers and kissing her messily.

She pulled on his hair so that he could give her time to breathe and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, leaving wet kisses and hot breaths there. Her breath hitched when he trailed his fingers down her body to play with her clit again, leisurely stroking it in time with his hips and slowly driving her body into a frenzy.

“Want me to make you cum again?” Lars purred in her ear. She nodded frantically and let her limbs fall away from him, giving him more room to play with her body. He slightly sat back on his calves and held her hips as he watched his cock slide in and out of her. She grabbed hold of his forearms, still needing to touch him as he started to pound into her faster.

She couldn’t help the moans and whimpers that fell out of her mouth as he wound her body up, her stomach tying itself in knots as she dug her nails into his arms. She wanted to keep her eyes open but they kept fluttering closed as her head fell back onto the pillow, the pressure building up in her body becoming too much to contain.

When she came it was much more intense than before, as if she’d been hit by a tsunami of pleasure that made her cry out and claw at his arms. Her cunt squeezed and pulsed around his cock, clamping down and triggering his own climax that he announced with a string of his own delicious moans. She felt the warmth of his cum coat her insides and let her body go slack, her hands loosening their grips and simply circling his wrists.

His hair hung in his face as he caught his breath and his body sagged over hers. She lifted her boneless arms to brush it away and cradle his face, noting how much he was blushing. He looked just as thoroughly fucked as she felt and he smiled lazily at her before bending down to kiss her.

“Jeg elsker dig,” Lars said against her lips before kissing her again.

“I love you too,” she said breathlessly.

He stayed inside her until he started to soften, not wanting to leave her warmth as his cum slowly dripped out of her. He finally pulled out slowly, trying to savour how she felt and flopped down onto the mattress beside her, his bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead.

“C’mere,” he said, opening his arms to her. She rolled over onto her side and snuggled into his warm body, shielding her from the air conditioning before she pulled the blanket back over them. “You okay?”

She smiled warmly at him and nodded, resting her head on his chest and gently running her fingers through the ends of his hair. Just as soon as they had both started to bask in the afterglow, another knock was heard at the door. Lars groaned in annoyance but didn’t make any attempt to move.

“I’m fucking busy!” he yelled, trying to not startle her. “Come back later!”

She giggled as the knocking continued, clearly not paying attention to Lars’ complaints.

“You should probably go get that,” she said as she lifted her head off of him. “I don’t think they’re going to leave us alone this time.”

Reluctantly, he got out of bed and found his clothes. He pulled them on quickly and made his way to the door, grumbling something about wanting to be left alone for the rest of the day. She wasn’t sure that was likely to happen, but she hoped that the little world they’d made wouldn’t be intruded on anymore.

[antvnger]

I'm gonna be honest, These have been my feelings these late weeks. I finally got to the point where i'm tired of hiding it, so i'll confess everything i feel. I was planning to do this on anon but then it wouldn't be a true confession.

I feel like trash. I don't feel like belonging anymore. My mind has been overwhelming me with begative thoughts about being an unworthy friend and i've been feeling so alone lately, as if people already see me like a weird creep to be avoided.

It kinda has been like that my whole life i guess, since i was always the black sheep of the group that nobody would talk with, and i was always the last option.

I'm also so afraid of what will someone will think of me, therefore why i haven't said anything about my true feelings. I love all my few friends and i'm also afraid of not being enough for them, like, dissapointing them or making them hate me somehow.

It looks like i can handle it, but there are nights, last one by example, where i just can't handle it and i break down in tears, and it's already affecting me physically.

It feels so ugly, like a stab in the chest, because people often think that just by being an introvert i'll be okay if i'm lonely, which I AM NOT, and i'm so sick of that, honestly...

I just look up at people and see how supported they are, no matter what they do or are, and i just wonder why have i never been supported like that, but i found out the reason is just that i'm that, a hideous creep that just does not deserve it. I know it's because i don't reach out, but my mind always convinces me that it's my fault.

I'm sorry if this came on too fast and messy, i just couldn't help venting it out. I just don't know what am i doing wrong, or if the problem is my own existence.

I couldn’t let this one wait. I just couldn’t. ((Neither of us could.))

Kit honey, I really wish I could tell you this face to face but believe me please. You are not a hideous creep. You’re not. You’re the complete opposite of that. You’re a wonderful, beautiful person! You’re fun and funny and caring and kind and thoughtful. You’re great! I love seeing you around. Ant-Mun and I both do.

((I can speak for those introvert feelings, sweetheart, and I understand what you mean and how you feel. It’s not your fault you are more naturally quiet and shy. Not many understand how introverts think and feel unless they’re introverts themselves or have spent enough time with one and took the time to learn how they think and feel. Just because we can handle being alone doesn’t mean we always like it. Loneliness hurts us just like anyone else. I get it. Believe me; I get it.))

These thoughts you’re experiencing sound intrusive, and they’re lies, Kit. They are. They’re lies. Anxiety and mental issues really love to tell lies, and they’re really good at making even the most ridiculous sound believable. That’s what’s happening right now. Kit honey, I guarantee you none of us, your friends, see you like how you see yourself. You’re far greater than you give yourself credit for. We love you very much, and you deserve to be supported and helped and encouraged and loved.

And Kit, feeling this way and thinking these things don’t make you a hideous creep either. But it’s no way to live either. You need some extra help overcoming these feelings and thoughts, and that’s okay you need extra help. You deserve it.

Please believe us, Kit. These thoughts and feelings are not who you are. The things your anxiety and intrusive thoughts are telling you that you are just aren’t true. They’re not. You’re a wonderful, beautiful, incredible, special person worthy of love and support. ((Period.))

[arvandus]

Congrats on 750. May i have Aizawa and/or Hizashi(Present Mic) headcanons?

Of course! I’m gonna go with Hizashi because I haven’t written for him before, so I think it’d be fun. :)

Hizashi x Reader (SFW & NSFW)

SFW:

🎵 Not one to shy away from his feelings; as soon as he realizes he’s crushin’ on you, he will immediately start courting you. Flirting with you at your desk, asking you out on dates, buying you little gifts, and surprising you with lunch.

🎵 Loves to take you out on fun dates. Carnivals, open-mic nights (ha ha), obscure/indie music performances at hole-in-the-wall dive bars… he’s very into the arts and loves having someone to explore them with. Not so big on the nature activities though… this man is a city guy 100%.

🎵 However, that doesn’t mean he can’t also have the occasional stay-at-home-and-veg date, either! He works a LOT, so there will be times that he’ll be tired and not want to go anywhere. His has a huge social battery though, so it’d take time for it to get to that point. And once he’s recharged, he’s back out on the town.

🎵 Favorite home activities would be watching movies with you (preferably something lighthearted) or one-on-one game nights. Will also sometimes just lounge on the couch, making up songs to make you smile. Maybe they’re sappy love songs. Maybe they’re funny songs with toilet humor lyrics. Either way, fiddling with his guitar is an excellent way for him to relax.

🎵 Loves to dote on you. Nothing makes him happier than seeing your face smile at him when he does something nice for you. He’d definitely be the type to leave little love notes on your desk and to send you random silly pictures of himself or of memes that he knows you’d enjoy.

🎵 Enjoys annoying you with silly nicknames. It’ll start off somewhat normal at first. “cutie pie,” “sweet cheeks,” etc. But it’ll just get worse and worse. “Boo,” “cuddle cakes,” “muffin,” “Sugar-baby-honey-love.” He loves when you glare at him and roll your eyes. Beware if you try to do the same to him… it’ll turn into a never-ending game of who can come up with a worse nickname for the other.

🎵 This man loves praise, both giving and receiving. It’s so validating for him. Not just because of the attention aspect, but because he desperately wants to make you happy. The surest way for him to know that he does, is for you to tell him so.

🎵 He strongly values open communication. If there’s an issue, he wants you to be able to tell him about it. He’ll do his best to work through whatever problem you two might be having.

🎵 If his extroversion and companionship starts to become too much for you, you can always tell him so. After all, his best friend is introverted, so he’s used to it. He’ll miss you, but he won’t take offense. Just make sure you reciprocate by showering him in appreciation once you’ve recharged your own batteries.

🎵 Is 1000% committed to you. Loyalty and honesty will never ever be an issue with him.

🎵 That doesn’t mean that he’ll dump all of his past trauma and stuff onto you right away, though. If anything, he might refrain from bringing up topics about himself that might be upsetting. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you with them or anything. It’s that he doesn’t want to make you feel sad, especially over things in the past that can’t be changed.

🎵 If you ask him about his past though, he’ll answer honestly. And when he’s able to open up and talk to you about it, it’ll leave him feeling relieved and so much closer to you.

🎵 I definitely see Hizashi as the type to say he wants kids, whether his own or adopted, even though he’s around them 24/7. But it’s something that’s always “in the future” for him, since he’s still enjoying his artistry, his friends, and his job.

🎵 If he ever does become a parent, he’d be such a fun dad. But he’d also be a complete sucker for his kid(s). They’d have him wrapped around his little finger. You’ll probably have to be the responsible one most of the time (unless it’s something very serious, of course.. he’ll know when to put his foot down).

🎵 If you don’t want kids, that’s okay too. Hizashi is all about flexibility and going with the flow. As a teacher, he understands the level of responsibility that comes with children and would never ever pressure his partner into it if they didn’t want it. If anything, he’d have a lot of respect for you because you’re honest and you’ve thought heavily about it. Besides, there’s plenty of other things that can be enjoyed in life that don’t involve kids. And the most important thing to him is that he’s able to do those things with you.

🎵 Would be open to a polyamorous relationship, but he’d be very responsible about it - there’d be a lot of talking and hashing out important details, like ensuring that trust is established as well as important ground rules. And once you’re in one with him, the communication wouldn’t stop. He’d always make sure to check in from time to time, and make sure that everyone is happy and getting their needs met (including himself).

NSFW:

🎵 Hizashi has zero problems with PDA (as long as you’re okay with it, of course). That won’t be limited to just kisses and hugs, though… He will thoroughly enjoy grabbing a handful of your ass and whisper dirty secrets in your ear before giving your earlobe a small nibble. He’ll be sneaky, about it though, doing these dark little deeds when no one is looking and watch as you try to save face when the other person turns back around. LOVES to see you get flustered.

🎵 He’d be a very sweet lover. He’d whisper sweet praise in your ears, cover your body in kisses. He’d be a gentleman, making sure you’re feeling your best from start to finish. 100% will always make sure you finish before he does. He will straight up worship you.

🎵 He LOVES giving oral. LOVES. IT. If you let him go down there, you better buckle up and make sure your schedule is cleared for the next few hours. He literally wants to live between your thighs. And dear GOD is he good at what he does.

🎵 Favorite position is when you ride him, preferably facing him so he can see your face. It’ll start with him leaning back against the pillows, one arm propped behind his head while the other hand rests on your waist. He likes giving you the reins, watching you work yourself on his long cock. He’ll have the most languid, serene smile on his face, his eyes drinking you in. Seeing you enjoy yourself so much only riles him up more, and at some point he’ll forgo his relaxed posture in favor of placing both hands on the meat of your hips, guiding you up and down on his hard cock. When you’re both close to unraveling, the tension wound and ready to snap, he’ll sit up from his pillows and wrap an arm around your waist and begin pounding up into you as his other arm keeps him propped up on the mattress. He’ll definitely take your nipple in his mouth during this final sprint and will cum with a groan, his breath hot against your skin.

🎵 Afterwards…? So much aftercare! There will be cuddles, pets, massages… he’ll sing to you softly, the tenor of his voice vibrating against your ear as you rest your head on his chest and his fingers stroke your hair. If it’s a particularly long session, he’ll bring you a platter of snacks and something to drink. If it’s a particularly messy session, there will be a bubble bath together (and don’t you dare doubt that he’ll have a bathtub big enough for the both of you!).

🎵 He’s definitely got a mischievous, kinky side. He’d enjoy sex in public places. Bathrooms, dressing rooms, empty hallways, stairwells… places that are mostly private but still have a risk of getting caught.

🎵 Will totally buy you lingerie to wear for him; or better yet, take you shopping (and find a way to secretly join you in the fitting room….)

🎵 Definitely has switch energy. Would enjoy being blindfolded and teased. Can absolutely be reduced to a begging, whimpering mess if you want him to be.

🎵 He trusts you completely to take care of him just as he takes care of you.

🎵 Your sex life with Hizashi will never be boring.

[ganyunomi]

Can I request headcanons for Sugawara, Kuroo, Osamu and Asahi pining after their sweet yet introverted classmate, please?

ʚ PINING AFTER THEIR SWEET + INTROVERTED CLASSMATE ɞ

mvps. sugawara koushi, kuroo tetsurou, miya osamu, azumane asahi

anything special to declare? this is so messy sjdjsj fluff!! somewhat crack (?)

a/n: omg aaa pls this is so cute <3 nonnie u’re so cute mwa <3 grr i feel like i lowkey changed it a bit but sdsjh 

ʚ SUGAWARA ;; he’s so sweet to you. he also knows what your boundaries are, so he’s always careful not to overstep them!! he very subtly drops hints that he likes you when you’re alone, mostly because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable in front of others. he’s really patient with you, so whenever you’re trying to tell him something, he’ll wait until you’ve gathered your thoughts and are ready to tell him what you were thinking. he keeps shielding you from his teammates because he knows they’re too much to handle, but he’s slowly introducing you to them. his heart swells whenever your affection’s directed at him, it’s kind of cute how everyone teases him about his crush on you. he’d say he’s pretty close to confessing his feelings, but he’ll wait and see how things go.

ʚ KUROO ;; he’s so obvious about it. like, ever since he met you (and that took a while), he knew you’d be someone he held close to his heart. did he expect to grow feelings for you? no, but they’re certainly not unwelcome. his only problem is that, he doesn’t know how to let you know he likes you. so, he settles for something he does know. chemistry. and this is where the mess starts, because he keeps trying to flirt with you through chemistry, but you have absolutely no idea what he’s saying. it’s kind of a funny sight, to be honest. his teammates certainly get a good laugh whenever they see their captain try to flirt with you (they keep spying on him because they know you’ll feel uncomfortable if you see them). he’s not giving up though, he will go on a date with you even if it means enduring all the embarrassment from failed flirting. 

ʚ OSAMU ;; please he thinks he’s doing a great job of hiding it, but he isn’t. funny enough, it was atsumu who pointed it out a first (mostly focusing on how soft his twin was with you). even funnier, when he was confronted about it, he didn’t confirm nor deny that statement, and that’s how everyone was completely certain that osamu liked you. when his teammates tried figuring out when and how he started liking you, they really did notice that you were both quite similar (minus the fact that osamu was feistier than you were, or that’s what atsumu said, anyway). it’s quite interesting to see osamu get pep-talked by his brother, especially if suna was recording for ‘research purposes’. it’s not like it worked anyway, he keeps backing out whenever he’s about to ask you out, settling for small talk instead. he’ll eventually confess, though, it’s just a matter of time.   

ʚ ASAHI ;; he genuinely liked you from your very first interaction. you were so gentle with him, never teasing him too much nor making him feel uncomfortable. maybe he saw something in you that reminded him of himself. nevertheless, it’s safe to say that he treated you as if you were made of glass. he always treated you so kindly, it really wasn’t a surprise to anyone when he finally admitted he liked you. and suddenly, everyone in the volleyball club has become asahi’s wingman (the only ones who actually do anything helpful are kyoko, daichi and suga). he’s lost count of the amount of times he’s had to drag noya and tanaka away from you, multiple apologies tumbling out of his mouth while you laugh. it’s really sweet, and you’re also rooting for him (but you’re not gonna tell him that). 

[halcyonstorm]

Hey! I hope you're well. I started watching AOT and realized that levihan was a ship. And after reading the manga Ive come to the conclusion that they were more than friends if not just friends. Mostly because I saw Levi act with Isabella, a friend and a sister of sorts even Farlan. But with Hange he was just different. And thats what made me feel maybe it really was something more. He was a different Levi with her. All the teasing and the overprotectiveness, the unnecessary sass and hostility sometimes, but that makes me wonder WHY? Why was he like this towards her? And when was the moment he fell for her or decided to befriend her that way that yes I will tease this person from now on. At first I thought its because of how they met maybe but their first meeting was so sweet. Hange seemed impressed by him and he even thanked her for her compliments. I didnt think their interaction would lead to something like this. So what are your thoughts because I wonder alot on this. Also can someon pls tell me why Levi looks at her that way in aot 4 when hange meets the kids with him and says if they dont understand us we'll meet them and teach them. Like. What happened? Thank you !

Hi! I am well, thanks! And thank you for leaving me an ask! I always appreciate hearing what people have to say. I’m gonna try my best to answer your question without going on any tangents lol (but I can’t promise I won’t). This is going to be long.

Mostly because I saw Levi act with Isabella, a friend and a sister of sorts even Farlan. But with Hange he was just different. And thats what made me feel maybe it really was something more.

I 100% agree with this. When I read the manga and watched the anime, I thought maybe Isabel was a love interest (AT FIRST). When I realized she would call him “aniki” (brother) and the way he acted around her (patting her head), I knew there was a different relationship between Isabel and Levi. He saw her as a little sister and was always trying to avoid his two friends from getting into trouble. That’s why he decided for all of them to join the SC after all.

But with Hange he was just different. And thats what made me feel maybe it really was something more. He was a different Levi with her. All the teasing and the overprotectiveness, the unnecessary sass and hostility sometimes, but that makes me wonder WHY? Why was he like this towards her?

I think that the reason Levi had always acted different with her than anyone else was because of their first interaction. It was not in the anime but it WAS in the manga where Hange approaches the trio saying “I was watching you at that crucial moment!” (Not to mention the chapter Hange appears for the first time is called “Hearts” and in 139 we see “...hearts” over her head). At this point, Levi, Farlan, and Isabel were ready to kill Hange since they thought she found out about their plan to kill Erwin. What actually happened was she had seen how cool they all were and wanted to pay them a compliment. Ever since that trio left the underground, Hange was the first person to show them kindness. I don’t think this is something Levi would forget or take lightly. If it were me, I’d definitely remember that moment. I know there is a post somewhere comparing how Levi looked at Hange for the first time vs how he admired the nature outside the walls for the first time. After Farlan and Isabel died, who did he have? Practically no one. It’s my own HC but I’d like to think that Hange stuck by his side. Levi and Hange both have lost so many comrades that they found solace in each other. They bonded through grief I suppose. Also, I think Levi was intrigued by Hange’s personality. Their personalities complement each other: Hange is extroverted, loud, messy; Levi is introverted, quiet, reserved, clean.

When I first saw them, I definitely felt some romantic attraction of sorts. We eventually learn he is a clean freak, yet he has no issue grabbing her hair (which probably was greasy and unclean). Also, I believe that wasn’t in the manga and Isym requested it be added? I can be wrong with that, but I think that if there was nothing planned for their relationship, he wouldn’t have requested it. From the second I saw them, they reminded me of an old married couple. The way they bickered and how Hange never felt threatened by him.

One of my favorite scenes is when Hange enters the room that Levi’s squad is in at the castle.

E: Oh, I’m not sure if I have the authority to help you.

H: Levi, what is Eren doing tomorrow?

L: Cleaning the courtyard.

H: Okay! It’s settled!

See how she doesn’t ask permission? See how Levi doesn’t retaliate? If it were anyone else, I’m sure that 1) someone wouldn't ask that and 2) Levi wouldn’t have responded that way. We have seen all throughout the anime and manga that he usually goes along with whatever she wants to do. Remember in the OVA where Levi grabs her and yells at her? She doesn’t retaliate from his tone either. She SMILES at him. Why? Because he is expressing concern for her. He is showing he cares about her (also he’s grabbing her and bringing her close again). Eventually at the end of the OVA, we see how Levi tells Hange that Erwin agreed to capture titans for experimenting.

And when was the moment he fell for her or decided to befriend her that way that yes I will tease this person from now on… Also can someon pls tell me why Levi looks at her that way in aot 4 when hange meets the kids with him and says if they dont understand us we'll meet them and teach them. Like. What happened? Thank you !

I am not sure if there was a specific moment, but I do believe it definitely developed over time. One specific moment is the one you mentioned later on in your message, “If you don’t know something, go figure it out. Isn’t that what the Survey Corps is all about?” Levi looks at Hange almost in a surprised manner. In my biased LH eyes, it shows that Hange really is a brilliant and wonderful Commander, and Levi is appreciating her and her intelligence. In reality, it is most likely because it is something similar to what Erwin would have said as Commander. In all seriousness, her statement is entirely true. I think we can all learn from and use that statement in our everyday lives. But I think that in this moment, he possibly starts to realize how much he admires the Commander. We can also see Hange taking her own advice in chapter 126? 127? Where she forms the alliance with Pieck. She is not sure how to stop the Rumbling, so she goes to figure out how she can by talking with Pieck. As it turns out, she is successful in forming the alliance.

Overall, I think that Hange and Levi complement each other perfectly. Even if you aren’t looking too deep, I think their relationship is quite obvious. I mean… why would you ask someone to live with you if you didn’t care for them or even love them? I think that this is one of the points that other shippers bring up to break up LH (how L dislikes H or vice versa). Levi didn’t reject her. If Isym wanted him to reject her, he would’ve made him say something similar to Erwin’s “Give up on your dreams and die” statement when Erwin stated his selfish dream and was willing to sacrifice all of humanity for his selfish desire. Hange told him while he was unconscious and “not listening”, and he didn’t reject her. He says “if we run and hide, what will that get us?” and “I know you aren’t able to stay out of the action” when he sees her building the cart. We also see Levi “confess” or “respond” in 132 to Hange’s statement in 126. “Dedicate your heart”?? OMG Do not get me started on that lol.

Getting back on track, the pair is almost always together in the anime. They’re together in the manga panels when they don’t have to be. They don’t even need to speak actual words to communicate. They are the sun and moon, two wings of a bird. Levi is almost always looking at Hange in the official fanarts. We know from the smartpass AU’s that Hange says “he is a good guy” and “he doesn’t say what he means.” That’s why I think they use nicknames frequently. Four-eyes could be seen as an endearing comment coming from him. Also, Levi making Hange chocolates in the Junior High manga?!?!! Oh, yeah, its definitely to shut her up.

Im sorry for the huge tangent but I hope some of this answered your question. I enjoy reading the levihan analysis’ from other blogs. Thank you for reading if you did read this far. Have a good day/afternoon/night <3

[michals]

May I request some Allison and Ben and best wishes for your regular projects to get easier, I absolutely love your fics.

Firstly: 🥰🥰🥰 thank you!! Also this was very much inspired by this post by knif2thrower.

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Nostalgia is tricky for Allison considering, well, everything. As soon as she left the house at 18 the majority of her past took on a harsh, ugly light. She’s always tried to move past it, tried not to look back and especially not let it get to her. But in the wake of two apocalypses and some disorganizing and reorganizing of the timeline and finally everything getting back to the way it should be – with a couple bonuses – she finds the memories don’t leave quite the bitter taste they used to.

A week past the re-righting of the universe finds her absently picking through her old bedroom, searching for nothing in particular except idle thoughts. A rare quiet moment in the house these days. When she finds the stack of old magazines they’d been in as kids she only means to flip through the top one, just a quick glance through. But the picture on the cover of the next one is so cute she has to check out the others inside too, and then naturally she goes through a third and soon enough she’s sitting cross legged on her bed with the magazines spread out in front of her as she browses through them.

They’re mostly teen beat magazines, simple colorful things meant for preteens with articles about dealing with crushes and homework. She laughs when she finds a picture of Lil Bow Wow she’d drawn a heart around. And the pictures of her and the others only make her feel sentimental. They’re smiling in all of them, posing goofily with their arms around each other, pulling mock superhero poses. She couldn’t help but like those photoshoots. They never got to leave the house except for missions and press and unlike the boring, serious articles in the newspapers and Time, when it came to Bop magazine they got to act like kids and talk about their favorite ice cream flavors.

A photo of her standing with the boys around her, her hands posed cheekily under her chin with Luther, Klaus, Diego and Ben around her gets to her. That had been a fun day. She runs a finger over it like she’s trying to smooth down Klaus’s messy lapel when the door whooshes open and Ben rushes into the room, swinging the door shut behind him but making sure it doesn’t slam. He whirls on her with his eyes wide, poised like a frightened rabbit.

Her heart rate immediately picks up. “What’s wrong? What happened?” They think they’re in the clear, almost sure that nothing’s gonna fall on their heads anymore but she can’t stop her mind from preparing for the worst.

“Nothing!” Ben chirps, stepping carefully into the room, scanning it like he’s looking for something, “Nothing’s wrong, I did nothing wrong.”

A smirk comes to her lips. Oh, she knows exactly what’s happening. “What’d you do and who’d you do it to?”

Ben breaks into a sly, knowing look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I would never. Unrelated but can I hide in here?”

Ben was supposed to be the shy one, quiet and introverted. He never spoke much in those interviews, shied away at too much attention. But all of them knew he was actually a little shit who pulled more pranks than any of them.

That he wants to hide tells Allison exactly who he played one on this time. “It was Five wasn’t it? In that case no, you have to deal with that on your own.”

“Really? You won’t help your own brother?” he puts his hand to his chest.

“Against my other brother?”

“You’re supposed to play favorites here,” Ben says shaking his head at her. There’s a distant thump and he practically throws himself on the floor and crawls over to the other side of the bed.

Allison leans over to look down at him. “What’d you do?” More conspiratorial than accusing.

Ben lays on his back, eyes innocent but his smirk giving him away. “Nothing! I just thought, maybe, Dolores might want to change up her look for spring is all.”

Allison reels back, laughing, “Oh you are so in for it!” But then she leans over further, eyes sparkling. “What color eyeshadow?”

“I was thinking pink but blue fit her so much better.”

Allison shakes her head at him. Ben had been one of those bonuses after they got back, a reward even. When they’d all landed on this side of it he’d been here, in the flesh and beaming. And he was the right one, he was their Ben. Allison hadn’t had to wonder if he’d fit in like he hadn’t been dead for so long because he’d dashed any doubts right away. He was bolder, perhaps, probably from years of Klaus’s influence, but he was him. This right here is proof of that.

She props her chin on her hand, “Remember when you told Diego people eat spiders in their sleep and you had just seen a big hairy one crawl into his room?”

Ben laughs. “Oh yeah, he slept with a bandana over his mouth for a month. Remember when I put a pebble in all your socks?”

Oh she remembers it now; she hadn’t noticed until they were in front of the cameras and she’d been on the evening news shuffling awkwardly the whole time. She’s not quite so nostalgic for that. “You little jerk,” but it’s fond.

This is what she likes about those silly teenage magazines, they could never actually show exactly who they were, especially the little hidden things like this, but they were the closest they ever got to appearing like actual kids. Sometimes a picture would manage to capture that mischievous twinkle in Ben’s eye.

“Remember when Luther broke that beaker and you told dad it was you?” she asks.

Ben’s smile is softer. “Yeah. I mean he looked like he was going to have a heart attack.” He shrugs his shoulders against the carpet. “Besides he did all my physics homework for a week.”

He hadn’t done it for that though, Allison knows, he’d been protecting Luther. That was who Ben was too.

“I’m glad you’re back,” she says, gentle sincerity in her voice. Ben smiles back, fond and happy.

Then there’s the distinct ‘thwip’sound of Five blinking from just outside the door and Ben’s eyes go wide and he scrambles to pull himself under the bed.

Allison’s just sitting up as Five suddenly appears in front of her. He looks over the room with narrowed eyes. “Where is he?”

Allison feigns ignorance. “Who?”

Five trains his skeptical gaze on her. “Ben. He’s around here somewhere.”

Allison shrugs, “I haven’t seen him, I’ve been here by myself all afternoon.”

He studies her face for a moment but only frowns deeper in frustration. Five’s shrewd but Allison is an actress after all. “If you see him tell him I’m going to find him.”

And in a flash he’s gone, she can hear him stomping around in the hall. Luther’s voice calls out:

“Five it’s not that bad! It’ll come off.”

“If you like it so much you let him do your eyeliner!” Five shoots back.

Klaus’s voice chimes in with, “Ooh I’d like to see that actually.”

Allison stays quiet for a long moment until the noises outside go away. Ben pops his head up over the side of the bed.

“Coast’s clear I think,” she tells him.

He gets to his feet, peeks outside and doesn’t see anyone.

“Thanks sis,” he says, makes to leave only to turn around and ask: “So tonight, when Luther’s asleep, you’re gonna help me with his eyeliner right?”

“Oh absolutely,” Allison says, as if there were any question.

He gives her a giddy grin before slipping out into the hallway. She shakes her head, chest tight with affection. She turns back to the magazine she has open in front of her. There’s a picture of Ben in it, his face in a big cheesy star graphic, and yeah, there it is, there’s that glimmer in his eye. She’s happy then that nostalgia doesn’t hurt so much anymore.

In the hallway there’s another ‘thwip’ followed by a panicked high pitched yelp.

[samantha7337]

DATING GEORGE WEASLEY WOULD INCLUDE: ◾ Let’s get something super clear here, George is the more sensitive of the twins, which he never forgets thanks to his fabulous twin Fred who continuously brings it up. ◾ You’re either a companion within regards to their ideas for pranks or just in the prank itself, there is simply no in between. They’ve either slyly convinced you to fully commit to their life of cheeky crime or you’ve made it clear to them that you’re not willing to be completely responsible. And you know what? George and Fred love you for it. ◾ Unfortunately, you had to go through a ‘trial period’ at first with Fred, to ensure that you were good enough for his brother; which George, in the slightest bit, wasn’t too keen on, because he didn’t want you scared off and found it all a bit unnecessary. ◾ But you managed to pass, so it’s all just left in the past. ◾ Consistent teasing from Fred about how the both of you are so in love. ◾ “Oi, get a room not all of us can handle your love bird syndrome.” ◾ “Awe looks at the two love birds!” ◾ “You know Georgie, (Y/N)-” ◾ “Shut your mouth Fred, before I end you!” ◾ Always having thought that George was the more attractive of the twins. ◾ George having an immense soft spot for you, which Fred never misses the opportunity to point out lavishly. ◾ Protective asf George. ◾ Like, you won’t get to do anything that puts you even in the slightest of dangers. ◾ The shitter thing is that Fred will back him up 110%. ◾ But you somehow do it anyways, which means George ain’t too happy. ◾ Due to George being more emotional than Fred, I can definitely see him ranting to you about Umbridge or how Malfoy always puts his family down. You and Fred are usually the only ones able to calm him down so he won’t commit murder or any other unspeakable act. ◾ Sending notes in class, which leads the pair of you into detention, but George already had detention anyways. ◾ He’s excited about detention with you because he get’s to spend more time with you. ◾ When he get’s in detention you tend to get annoyed at him as you guys don’t always get to spend much time with each other alone, - especially if you’re in another house -. ◾ George won’t give a single damn about your blood status or what house you’re in, he cares about you for the person that you are and what brilliant qualities and quirks you have. ◾ With that noted, if you’re in another house, he’s gonna sneak you into the Gryffindor common room no matter how much you reprimand him. ◾ You sneak him into yours. ◾ Pranking each other lightly ( you not so much bc George hates making you upset). fucking softie. ◾ Fred and George learning the hard way not to prank you so much or too badly or at all really. ◾ Tender forehead kisses and long, warm cuddles that extend for hours on end. ◾ George is just a mega dork around you. ◾ Intertwined fingers and walks in the autumn leaves. ◾ Eyes lighting up with brilliant ideas. ◾ Silent communication, just a look in each others eyes will do. ◾ You’re stuck with Fred now too. Sorry it’s in their contract. ◾ The dork will definitely boop your nose if you’re sad or angry. ◾ He’s always making you smile, laugh and blush, which is just the way he likes it. ◾ Hates it when you’re in a bad mood or sad, he’ll do anything to get that grin back on your face. ◾ In private George will totally say more mushy stuff, he already get’s teased enough from Fred as it is. ◾ The pair of you never shut up about each other, everyone’s sick of it now. ◾ He twirls the end of your hair around his fingers, breathing about how soft and perfect it is. ◾ He’s romantic af. ◾ This boy will protect you and give you everything, okay? ◾ Deep meaningful hugs. BEAR HUGS! ◾ Dates that’re usually simple, but he always finds a way to make them sooo special so you won’t forget. ◾ Pretends to forget important dates with you so that he can get a little rise out of you before he kisses your nose or your mouth and tells you to shut up because he’s not that much of a brain dead git to forget your anniversary. ◾

Unlimited comfort. ◾ Being protective of him. ◾ Him throwing major hands when a guy flirts with you or when anyone hurts you. ◾ Inviting you to The Burrow every holiday. ◾ His family, - especially his parents -, loving you totally. You’ve suddenly been adopted by them without any consent, but you don’t mind tbh. ◾ Molly and Arthur constantly ask about you, they’ve sent you a Weasely sweater, but you still steal George’s. ◾ Helping Arthur understand muggle stuff and concepts better. ◾ George and Fred switching places, but it never fools you. Originally you got cross, but then began playing with them. ◾ Him and his family loving you for you and not focusing on your gender, race, sexuality, beliefs, etc. They’re always so accepting of you that it makes you sob. ◾ Sneaking into his room late at night when staying at The Burrow just for cuddles. Fred doesn’t mind as long as he can tease the shit out of you guys and also that there’s no funny business. ◾ Him giving you free stuff from his shop, but you insist on paying him back with kisses. ◾ “I think I’m going to spew.” ◾ “Oh come on, Freddie! You love a bit of romance around.” ◾ “Yeah, but not when your tongues down (Y/N)’s throat, you git.” ◾ The banter is real mate. ◾ George being really intelligent, which surprises you but he helps you with your homework constantly. ◾ Helping him at the shop. more like distracting. ◾ Jump scaring tf out of you. ◾ Taking care of one another and treating each other with the utmost respect and love. ◾ You’ve definitely been caught by everyone at The Burrow when making out. The worst has to be Molly, she’ll give a long lecture that embarrasses the pair of you. ◾ When you cuddle with George in his room, Fred’s got to be clingy and join in. ◾ George buying you sweets. ◾ Breathy sweet nothings and husky morning voices. ◾ Honestly every day you wake up at The Burrow, George will always point out how adorable and sleepy you are. ◾ Fred and George teach you Quidditch, you’re not very good at it yet, which Fred teases you about, but George is always encouraging you. ◾ An immense about of fluff and happiness. ◾ Wiping away your tears and kissing it better. ◾ Being picked up and thrown over his shoulder bc it’s just George. ◾ Being Ginny’s role model, she loves you so much and everyone is so happy about it. ◾ George just gushes over you all of the time. ◾ Moving in with the twins in the small apartment above their joke shop. ◾ A cheeky, “Morning,” and wink from Fred every time you come out of your bedroom followed by George with messy hair and love bites. ◾ Aimless invisible patterns drawn on the skin which make you both shiver in delight. ◾ Deep loving kisses that can turn passionate and rough. ◾ Being obsessed with how he smells, and vice versa. ◾ Pulling on George’s cheeks and cooing to him like a little kid whenever he achieves something, it makes Fred and him laugh, though it irks him slightly. ◾ He’s literally your sunshine. ◾ You’re obsessed with the color of his hair, constantly playing with it whether his heads in your lap or you’re sitting on his lap. ◾ Major eye contact; if you were nervous about it originally, he got you comfortable with it. ◾ Interlocked fingers and soft eye contact during intimate moments. ◾ Tickle attacks. ◾ Peppered kisses. ◾ He’ll share his food with you, what a miracle! ◾ Always making sure that you’re taking care of each other. ◾ Taking care of each other when you’re both sick. ◾ Visiting each other when you’re sick at school. ◾ He loves it when you come to him about everything first, unless he get’s stumped on what to do. But him and Fred are your biggest cheerleaders, okay? ◾ He’s a sucker for neck kisses and biting or nails softly scratching down his back or arms. ◾ He loves it when you always come first. ◾ He’s super attentive with you. ◾ He can be sub or dom. ◾ Seriously, he’s brilliant at everything which makes your head spin. ◾ He speaks with his words a lot though his actions can be louder, because he’ll do things for/to you that he’d never do for/to

anyone else. ◾ Genuinely dying of embarrassment whenever George and Fred find out something embarrassing about you. ◾ Not always quite during sex, but he can’t help it. ◾ He always loves a challenge, so if you’re at The Burrow and want that sort of intimate alone time, he’ll make is so hard for you to be quiet, which you’re so annoyed at him about later, but it wears off bc it was worth it. ◾ Literally shows you off to everyone. He’d never hide you or make you feel like he’s embarrassed to be with you. ◾ If you’re introverted, he’ll do his best to understand and do things that you enjoy, though it may take time for him to understand why you need so much alone time, but he’ll respect it. And if you’re extroverted, he’ll be happy too, loving to do everything with you. If you’re in the middle and an ambivert, a good mix will do! ◾ If anyone upsets you, that’s their target for cruel pranks for the rest of the year.

[420themanbehindtheslaughter69]

Found Diary...

This is 100% based on a TikTok I legit just saw by yoongi.xd so full credit to them for the idea :)

R/F/N = Random Female Name R/M/N = Random Male Name

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst(?), lemon(not really)

Au: Non-Idol au, High School au, Gender neutral! Reader, it's 2019, Yoongi is 17

Song: Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds

Word Count

Warnings: swearing,

Pov: alternating

POV - Y/n's First Person

High school... I hate it. I've always hated it. I feared going into high school since I was little. The only reason why I had any bit of motivation is that I got to see my best friend Yoongi.

Min Yoongi. The introvert who can do literally anything. It's crazy. I don't know how we ended up becoming friends, but we did. He's always been a tough cookie and had a hard exterior. Though it didn't take long for me to break into it.

It apparently took less amount of time for this bitch named R/f/n. They met about two months ago, and they're already sucking faces.

Which is what's happening right now.

"Can you guys like not to do that while I'm trying to eat?" I look at Yoongi and R/f/n and they pull away.

"No." R/f/n scoffs trying to pull Yoongi back in for a... I can't even call it a kiss. "No, R/f/n, it's okay. We can continue later, Okay?" R/f/n pouts and nods her head, making me fake a gag.

"Okay, Yoongi-Baby. I should probably get going then. I love you." She stands up giving him another kiss. "I love you too, R/f/n." They wave to each other and she exits the cafeteria.

"Fucking finally. I thought that you'd be stuck there forever." My comment makes Yoongi chuckle. "Yeah, she's really touchy. It's okay though. I like her a lot." He looks down with a shy smile on his face.

"Yeah, I know you like her a lot. And I'm so happy that you've finally found someone that makes you happy." He looks up at me and I smile at him. "What do you mean? You make me happy? You're my friend." The legendary words that make any fool break.

Being friends with him is great and all but I think I would prefer to be more. "You know what I mean, Yoongi. We're friends, not lovers. She makes you happy in a romantic way." I stick my spoon in the pudding of my school lunch and stir it around before deciding that there is no way in Hell am I going to eat it.

"Thank god you're not about to eat that. I probably would've thrown up if you did." Yoongi says chuckling before drinking the chocolate milk in a cardboard box. "It's chunky." He continues after setting the milk down.

I look at the pudding and pull a face of disgust. "Yeah, it's very chunky." I throw the spoon on the tray and look over at the clock on the wall. "We have 10 minutes to get to class... Do you wanna start heading there now?" Yoongi nods and we both stand up and throw our shit away.

As we exit the Cafeteria, this stupid fucking bitch, R/m/n, throws a basketball at me. I hate guys. "Yo Yoongi! You gonna play later? Also sorry..." He stops for a moment and looks at me. "You." He then looks back at Yoongi.

"Nah, I promised Y/n that I'd help them with their homework." R/m/n nods and walks away. I completely forgot that I had asked him to help me.

"Thank fucking god it's Friday. I literally don't wanna have to deal with these fuckers for much longer." Yoongi says wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

~ After School~

"Do you really need help? It seems as if you just wanted to hang out?" Yoongi drops the notebook onto his bed and looking at me. Obviously, I lied. I look away in shame, and he chuckles. "If you wanted to hang out, you could've just asked. We're friends after all."

"But it seems as if we've been so distant." He lets out a long sigh and he rubs his eyes.

"Is this about R/f/n?" Yoongi raises his voice a little bit, making me jump.

"No, it isn't about R/f/n. I mean it kind of is bu-" Yoongi lets out a long irritated sigh.

"Why do you hate her so much? What the fuck did she do to you?" He yells at me.

"I never said I hated her!" Even though I do despise her, I would never admit that, especially to Yoongi. "What the fuck is your problem? Why are you getting so mad at me?" Suddenly, I'm angry. All I wanted was to hang out with Yoongi outside of school after what seems like the first time in months, and he's getting angry with me for no reason? Oh hell no.

"Recently all you've been doing is complaining about the fact that we're never with each other, but you're forgetting that we literally go to the same school and that we have most of the same classes! It's so fucking annoying!" I'm furious now. I stand up and start packing up my stuff with tears in my eyes.

I'm not crying because I'm sad, I'm crying because I'm angry. I run out of his room and get my shoes on at his door. "Y/n... I didn't mean to-" He calmly states as he stands at the top of the stairs.

"No. Fuck you Min Yoongi." I finally walk out of his house wanting nothing more than to lay in my bed. I want nothing more than to be at home, in my own room, with my headphones in, curled up under my blankets. I stomp down the street speedily, I turn around and see Yoongi standing outside his house.

"Yeah... fuck you Min Yoongi," I mutter looking forward again.

~

Lunchtime... It used to be my favourite subject in school because that's when I got to see Yoongi. It's been about a week since our fight. It was such a silly fight as well. I also haven't felt like eating out in public, so I haven't been buying any lunch.

Yoongi seems happy. He's been with the basketball players, their girlfriends, and R/f/n. He's acting as if nothing happened, as if he didn't freak out at me. I only have two other friends other than him, and one of them, Tara, doesn't have the same lunch as me.

"Hello~ Earth to Y/n!" Tommy says, waving his hand in front of my face. Tommy and Tara are twins, and they both happen to my two other friends. Convenient, I know. "You've been staring at Yoongi for the past ten minutes." Tommy continues before taking a big bite of his sandwich.

A sandwich that includes turkey, bologna, provolone cheese, mayo, and tofurkey. For some reason, he likes the smokey flavour of the fake meat mixed with the real meat. "Yeah, I'm aware I've been staring at him." I roll my eyes, playfully making Tommy laugh.

Tommy. Twin brother of Tara. Both are seventeen and from America. He has messy brown hair and greenish-brown eyes that look green in the right lighting, and in another lighting, looks brown. Cheap warm-tones cafeteria lighting makes his eyes the in-between colour of hazel. He has pale skin with natural red cheeks, along with freckles across his nose. He's not unattractive but he's definitely not on most people's level of beauty.

"How are you after the fight?" He says nonchalantly, peeling the crust off of part of the sandwich he's about to bite into.

"I wouldn't necessarily call it a fight. More of a 'he flipped and I didn't wanna deal with it' situation." I pick at my nails anxiously. I don't wanna talk about this. Tara knows that, but I guess she didn't tell Tommy.

"Yeah... Right." He says squinting his eyes at me to show he doesn't fully believe me. "Anyway, you wanna hang out after school? My biological dad sent a new video game if you wanna try it with me." I look at him with wide eyes, making him chuckle a little.

"Fuck yeah! What time?" He stops and thinks for a moment.

"Four-Thirty? I have theatre club after school."

I also have stuff after school to do. Not like a club, I mean I guess you can call it that, but I just go and chill out in the Library, reading a book with a group of other students. It's not a club where you have to sign up to be in, but more of a free-range. It's fun and relaxing, especially since I don't have to talk to anyone there unless the leader really wants us to, which she's an introvert and doesn't want to.

~

Alas, the school day is over. It's two-fifteen, the bell has rung indicating that we can now leave, but I head over to the library. Oh, I'm the first one here. I take a deep breath as I sit in the comfortable cushioned rocking chair in the corner of the Library. This area is very isolated, which is why we sit over here. It's quiet and away from other students who are wanting to come in here and study or something.

Though it's isolated, in the seat I am in, I have the perfect view of the door, which is open from Seven-thirty to two-fifteen, and then after, the Librarian, Mr Kim, who isn't too much older than us, closes the door but it remains unlocked.

It's now two-thirty, most of the kids that usually show up are here reading their books, there are a few new students who just wanted an escape, and-

"Ayo Yoongi pass the ball!" I look over at the door and see a dude, I recognize as R/m/n catching the brownish-red ball from a shorter boy with dark hair, I can obviously notice is Yoongi, especially since R/m/n called his name. I whine slightly as I slump into my chair. I hear the girls who are misogynistic for their boyfriend's validation giggle as they watch the guys.

Please God... don't let them see me.

Luckily they didn't, and I continue reading until I finish the book. Then I packed up my stuff and decided that it was better off that I leave early.

POV- Yoongi's First Person

"Hey, Yoongi~" R/f/b comes strutting over with her friends with a notebook in her hand. That looks like Y/n's notebook... she never let anyone touch it.

"I found Y/n's diary." She smiles mischievously.

"Let's read it!" R/m/n says, and the others agree. "But Yoongi should be the one to read it." R/f/n rolls her eyes before handing it to me.

I don't really wanna have to do this...

"Dear Diary, I will be writing all of my important accomplishments or just important things in general here. So starting with today, we have a new kid. He's really cute, I'm afraid to talk to him though."

"Boring! Skip forward!" One of R/f/n friends say. I nod and skip a few pages. October tenth two-thousand thirteen... that's when Y/n and I met.

"Today is October 10, 2013. Oh, dear Diary, I met a boy. He made my dull heart light up with joy. He's shy and kind of mean, but I think I can become his friend. I'm gonna keep trying."  Oh god... I continue reading every few pages until the most recent...

"Dear Diary... we fell apart. He yelled at me and called me annoying. I had lied to him, saying I needed help with homework, when in reality, I just wanted to be with him. I wanted to be with him outside of school, with no interruptions from his basketball friends who always push me around when he's not there, with no interruptions from his snobby girlfriend to told me to go kill myself and to stay away from him. Just him and I. But when he noticed that I didn't actually need help, he flipped. I don't know what I did wrong... maybe it was because I kept it a secret that his friends are so shitty. At least I still have Tommy and Tara. They're the only ones I need. Oh, who am I kidding? I miss him so much. I love him." My heart stops as I continue reading. I look up at the people around me who just stare at me awkwardly and apologetically.

"Did you guys really do that to them?" I take them not answering as a yes. I look down at my watch to see it only just hit four o'clock. I have to go see y/n...

I put their diary in my bag and swing it over my shoulder before running out of the library. Everything seems to have turned in slow motion. My heart is pounding My friends are yelling after me, but all I want is to see y/n. I want to see their beautiful smile again. They like me... They like me. I was so blind to notice, but now I think about it, it was so obvious. I smile while running as I think about all the moments I have had with Y/n.

I finally arrived at Y/n's house, I'm out of breath and my legs sting. I walk up to the front door...

POV- Y/n's First Person

It's currently Four twenty-five, so I should probably start heading out to Tommy and Tara's house. Just as I open the door, I am greeted by someone I really don't wanna see. Yoongi.

"Y/n..." He lets out a long sigh and a small smile. "I'm so sorry. I fucked up. I don't even know why I freaked out as I did." I just stand there. I don't know what to say to him. I miss him... I miss being with him. I open my mouth to say something, but my mouth is dry and I can't say anything. Yoongi steps closer. My heart pounds out of my chest. His hand makes contact with my hip hand and...

The world around us has stopped. Nothing else is important. Min Yoongi is standing in my doorway kissing me. His single hand on my waist, slides around to my back, pulling me closer. We can't...

I push him away. "Yoongi..." I whisper. I didn't mean for it to come out so quietly, but with how nervous I am I can't help it. I want to kiss him. I've always wanted to... but now that it's actually happening-

"Y/n... I love you. I love you so much. I'm so sorry... please I need you back in my life... I never realized your feelings for me until just recently, and because I finally realized, that made me rethink everything. I never truly liked R/f/n... I never felt the way I do when I'm with you. You make me happy." He pants, pulling me toward my living room couch. I comply and sit next to him.

"Yoongi... I really like you. I always have. But you never liked me, why has that suddenly changed?" I want to cry. I feel so overwhelmed by everything. He shrugs before placing his hand on my cheek.

"Can I kiss you again... please?" I don't even care anymore. I nod and he pulls me towards him. His soft upturned lips make contact with mine. I move his silky hands from my cheek to my waist, and I hold onto his face. Yoongi's tongue tries to enter my mouth, but I allow it. I suck on his tongue as his lips are still pressed to mine.

Knock Knock Knock Knock

We pull away quickly. He laughs at the string of spit connecting us before I stand up and go over to the door.

"Hey, Tommy."

"It's five o'clock... is everything okay?" I look at my phone and my eyes widen. Has it really been thirty minutes since Yoongi got here?

"Yeah everything's fine, I'll be over in a minute though, okay? I might need to even wait until my mom gets home so she can drive me over since it's getting dark." Tommy nods and smiles. He waves and walks away, so I quickly shut the door and walk back over to Yoongi. "My room, now," I say softly and we both run up the stairs and into my room.

It's been a while since he's been in my room. I never told her, but my mom knew I liked Yoongi and as much as she trusted him, she felt afraid that he would do something.

Yoongi tackles me onto my bed after locking my door. His hands are on either side of my head. He dips down and starts leaving small kisses up my neck to my mouth, once he reaches my mouth he just barely touches it. "Yoongi... please..." I whine and he chuckles. I tangle my fingers in his hair.

Oh god, his beautiful dark hair. People wouldn't consider his hair curly, but it has some natural texture to it. So silky and soft. So healthy... every damn thing about Yoongi is perfect. His soft lips trail from my mouth to the soft dimple on my cheek, down my neck. He lingers at my neck for a little while, allowing me to feel how perfect even his lips are. So good at kissing, I guess that watching him and R/f/n make out had to lead me to think otherwise... R/f/n.

"Wait... Yoongi." He pulls away with a hum and looks at me. His dark lust-filled eyes have now turned into precious puppy dog eyes. They're glossed over and widened, as his lips are in a pout. "What about R/f/n?" He chuckles, making me embarrassed for asking.

"I'm done with her. Don't think about her, or Tommy, or R/m/n, or Tara, or Mr. Kim, or Ms. Jung. Think about us." I nod and he leans down to kiss me again, but before he can, someone knocks on my door.

"Y/n, I'm home." My mom says on the other side of the door.

"Okay, hi mom!" I call out, Yoongi flops softly onto the space next to me and wraps his arms around me.

~

"Tommy give me my phone!" I yell as Tommy and I run around my living room. Yoongi and Tara laugh at us, and I finally grabbed my phone from him and stuff it in my pants.

"Do you really think that'll stop me?" He says reaching towards me, but stops when Yoongi lets out a cough. "Sorry, Yoongi. Didn't mean that in a creepy way." He awkwardly apologizes and we sit down on the couch. I drape the blanket over Yoongi and I, as Tommy and Tara fight over who gets to hold the popcorn.

"I thought this was gonna be a calm movie night," Yoongi whispers in my ear with a smile. I let out a soft laugh and look over at the two twins.

"At least Tara isn't threatening to shove her fist up his ass again." Just as I say that, Tara then yells she was gonna shove her fist up Tommy's ass.

"I don't want anything else than to be here with you guys," Yoongi whispers again, placing a kiss on my nose. "I love you."

"I love you more."

[wxsuthorn]

a sort of organised analysis of The Gifted characters:

pt 2: Wave

(this analysis includes episodes 1-13 of season one and 1-7 of season two, so it probably isn’t completely accurate, but i tried my best. also please excuse my shitty grammar and spelling if I noticed it i would’ve fixed it lmao)

Characteristics and qualities in the beginning of season 1

I’m writing this while listening to love score on loop lmao so if smth I write makes no sense I blame it on nanon’s high note. RAK TER DAI REBLAOW. okay so in episode one Wave just seems like that classic draco malfoy mean dude with his whole wIpE mY fReAkInG fOoT bullshit. But wait... what’s this??? an egotistical personality that comes from past trauma??? yep, lmao. But we’ll talk more about that in the next section.

Throughout the show, Wave displays his ego very clearly, but he also show’s his intelligence. I don’t think i need to explain but in case you need examples: first discovered his potential and revealed it, solved the problem from the academic competition punn was in, almost beat all of the gifted squad when he had the plan to “leak” the gifted program info (he could’ve done it if pang didn’t use his potential, which wave didn’t know the details of, unlike the rest of his classmates), did a research project in eighth grade that was plagiarized to be used as a MASTERS(?) DEGREE THESIS. Bitch is smart as fuck, on contrary to Pang, who also has an inflated ego. (I will discuss how their egos are different in the next part). His intelligence isn’t only academic, but he’s also street smart, and he knows how to provoke people (like when he came back at ohm’s joke + when he provokes punn)

Wave doesn’t really show a lot of depth in the beginning, but to sum it up: ego, smart, kinda cocky and wants to be the best, doesn’t seem to trust anyone, very straight forward/has a level of confidence, cool/mysterious so I don’t really mind him being mean cuz im interested in his back story.

okay lets move one to where wave has a backstory and development.

Characteristics and qualities from episode 9 - 12 of season 1

Wave... was mentally/emotionally groomed when he was in eighth grade and had his work plagiarized. Yeah. On top of that, he’s an orphan with grandparents/guardians who don’t provide him enough emotional support for him to develop properly as an adolescent. These traumatic experiences affected him in so many ways.

In the flashbacks, we see Wave being shy, introverted, and he lacks the confidence he has in the present. His eighth grade self lacks self confidence, since a majority of the adults in his life have told him that he was dumb/he wasn’t good enough. On top of that, he has no emotional support (adults or peers) to seek help from and was probably very lonely for a long time. Well, if Wave is in M4 (aged 15-16) in season 1, and he was in lower secondary school in the flashbacks (probably M3, aged 14-15), which means that his personality changed/developed pretty quickly. What triggered this change you ask? MS. NARA. THE BITCH AND ONLY. FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT WHO I HATE AND WANT TO DROP KICK.

Let’s talk about Ms. Nara, shall we? To say the least, she mentally/emotionally groomed Wave into trusting her, and even having a crush on her. She encouraged him to do work that she would eventually plagiarize for her masters degree thesis. That’s the shit she did. Fucking bitch I hate her. And Wave trusted her really easily because again, he significantly lacked emotional support, so once he received it, he was very welcoming of it. This allowed for ms. bitchass to groom him more easily. She praised his talent, spent a lot of time with him, encouraged him to do more, and brought his ego up. Her effect on Wave stuck with him, since it wasn’t really that long ago, and he could even remember little words/phrases she would say. “You talk big game, huh?” is one of the things she said to Wave, and when Namtaan said the same thing to him, you could see him thinking back to those times with ms. bitchass. lmao almost everyone in this show has trauma. Now, when Wave decided to expose ms. bitchass for buying her bachelors degree and get her fired, that shows basically where he became like the wave from season 1. He wanted to win against her. He couldn’t let her get away with what she did to him. After all, isn’t he extremely talented? Despite him disposing of ms. bitchass, he still took in her words of encouragement and praise. He still believed it all. But after she “betrayed” him, he must’ve felt that perhaps she was lying... so in turn, he had to prove that he indeed was talented by getting back at ms. bitchass.

Ah yes, Wave is indeed a cocky motherfucker. But his ego can be easily tarnished by adults. The reason why I say adults, is because I don’t think he has ever felt threatened by a gifted student, other than Pang. When Punn tried to provoke him by saying he didn’t get head student, Wave didn’t give a shit cuz he knew (thought) he was better. But when Director Supot says “Wasuthorn im disappointed in you” and shit like that, Wave listens to it and gets pissed as hell. A lot of these behaviors come from his trauma with Ms. Nara. If you look at almost any internal conflict he has, it can be traced back to his self-worth and/or trust issues that stemmed from Ms. Nara. 

I don’t think I’ll need to explain this much but Wave’s need to win at everything is basically to prove to everyone (but actually just to himself) that he’s better/more talented than everyone else again because of his past trauma and how he had almost no emotional support.

Okay now I’m gonna talk about his relationship with Pang and their trust. This is the part where I’ll get the most wrong cuz episode 9 of tgg just fucking came out and im rushing cuz i wanna watch it. Again, unlike other peers, Pang reaches out to Wave as an equal, and they have an agreed ideal. Fuck the school system, it just makes kids feel bad about themselves and give them trauma. At first, I think Wave trusted Pang because of his idealistic and almost naive outlook on the world; he just seemed good, and like he genuinely wanted to do something to better people. However, in the end his ideals and beliefs to align with Pang’s exactly. No one wanted to give up their potentials for their own reasons, Wave’s being to protect his breakable ego. lmao this is getting messy im so sorry welp lets move on.

Characteristics and qualities from season 2, until episode 7

Wave trusts Pang. He says it to Time. It’s made clear in the beginning. But when Pang decides on things on his own and tries to find Korn on his own, Wave starts to see a pattern. Pang (unknowingly) only comes to Wave when he needs help with something regarding doing the right thing blah blah blah hero complex shit. and like Wave said, once he doesn’t agree with Pang, he just does everything on his own, like his view is the only correct one.

Lets take Korn for example. Or the whole “there’s an imposter among us” drama. Wave was the one with the braincell in the moment. He was the one to conclude that they could be someone within the group who betrayed them. He looked at the situation logically, while Pang was looking at it idealistically. This is what separates them and causes friction between them. Wave can separate and balance his ideals/logic/emotions, while Pang’s ideals/logic/emotion are all smushed together and combined.

Last point: his last fight with pang (episode 7) was a valid one. Wave was hurt af. and i think he started to see Pang as another Ms. Nara. The difference here is that Pang is a kid, and he’s also unstable, so they’re both affected by what he’s doing. It is possible that Punn used Pang’s potential on Wave, but it wouldn’t be out of character if the fight came up naturally.

Summary

Has an inflated, yet breakable ego

does what he can to prove that he’s talented/good enough to protect his ego from shattering

trust issues (stemming from Ms. Nara)

a smart boi

he can balance his ideals/logic/emotions most of the time

Sees Ms. Nara in everyone, compares all of his relationships to the one between him and Ms. Nara

Genuinely cares for people and is afraid to lose the emotional support he has (since he lacked so much of it in his childhood)

A smol bean that must be protected

Cocky

could probably be the villain to a superhero movie if he wanted to

[itsclydebitches]

The RWBY/It Crossover That Absolutely No One Asked For But You’re Getting Anyway

Ozpin - The “gifted child” who is already sick of that shit, both because of the bullying he’s gotten for it at school (what middle schooler uses his vocabulary and dresses in a suit?) and because it has given his parents another reason to ignore him. You’re basically a functioning adult! The Losers are Ozpin’s first group of friends outside of his little sister Salem, gone missing one day and now re-appearing in his basement, pale like she drowned, with strange black veins threading over her skin... Though they all silently think of him as the leader once the horror begins, he discourages that whenever possible. He’s done with being the odd one out. 

Qrow - Qrow “Trashmouth” Branwen. Twin brother of Raven who also disappeared around the same time as Salem, though only Qrow knows that’s because she finally hitch-hiked out of their fucked up town. He hasn’t heard from her since. Unfailingly annoying and loyal in turns, Qrow’s nickname is only partly because of his foul-mouthed tendencies. The group decided he needed another, proper nickname after he quietly told them that he and Raven would like to be known by those names indefinitely now, regardless of what’s on any birth certificates. The Losers respect that. Devoted to Ozpin in particular, Qrow often uses his status as the (presumed) local bad boy to keep others off his friends’ backs. 

James - Coming from the only Jewish family for miles around, James has his own share of problems, thanks. Lately, with his bar mitzvah approaching, he’s found his adoration of science is somewhat at odds with his faith, especially when so much is riding on him continuing tradition. Quieter and more reserved than the others, James was inwardly pleased to make a friend in Ozpin, the only one around capable of keeping up with his theories---even if they disagree 99% of the time. When all the horror starts, it’s James who is the most resistant to it, first through sheer disbelief, then later through confidence in his own sense of what is and is not reality. It’s often his mental fortitude that gets them out of tight spots. 

Bart - Manic almost to the point of being obnoxious (some Losers would lovingly argue that there’s no ‘almost’), Bart has ADHD according to a couple online quizzes he took with Glynda. That’s the best they can do with no money, no resources, and no one else who cares. It’s fine though. They make do. With an intense passion for all things history, Bart is more than happy to start researching the town once Ozpin brings it up. A good thing too, considering that he’s probably the only one capable of working through that many massive, dry tomes. Find him in the library and you’ll be startled by the contrast: a vibrant look that includes dyed green hair and a bright yellow shirt paired with the most studious of attitudes. Researching something he loves is the only time when Bart keeps still. 

Peter - A stocky, boisterous boy, Peter longs for nothing more than to be the hero of his own story. Even if he really doesn’t look the part. Or seemingly have any heroic skills. And sometimes freezes when things get messy. None of that matters because he’s going to succeed one day, dammit. Fake it till you make it! Practically attached at the hip to Bart, the two make an unlikely---but as others quickly learn---unstoppable pair. Contrasting James’ skepticism, when Ozpin first told them about seeing an evil looking Salem in his house, Peter immediately pulled an ax out from under his bed and demanded to know where he was needed. Oh, the ax? He just had it for... reasons. 

Tai - Kind-hearted almost to a fault, Tai took Raven’s bedroom when she left in order to escape his own parents. He’ll take indifference over his previous living arrangement any day. Though more than once Qrow has tried to talk to him about the broken school supplies and badly hidden bruises, Tai never offers anything except a smile. It’s the same for all of them, all the time, and whenever his back is turned the Losers share glances among each other, wondering when he’ll finally break. Not if, but when. Not that it matters because they all intend to be there when it happens, determined to show Tai that he’s allowed to be something other than that constantly cheerful, helpful version of himself. 

Glynda - The one girl of the group and no, she’s never going to let you forget it. Also the real leader if we’re getting right down to it. Glynda had no intention of making friends with six other boys, especially when she already has an entirely undeserved reputation as the town slut. Why not embrace it then? The Losers lose their collective shit the day she walks up in a new purple skirt, black boots, and white top, all of them stolen from the store where the manager dared touch her. The persona isn’t at all what she’d intended---like Ozpin and James, Glynda is somewhat introverted---but then she had no intention of fighting whatever was hiding in those sewers either. Something dark and otherworldly, capable of transforming into a massive bird, a boar, sometimes a vaguely human-like shape...  Glynda hates that version most of all. 

Fun plot points after the time jump include: 

Qrow losing his goddamn mind as he remembers that he’s been in love with Ozpin for over thirty fucking years and what pRECISELY is he supposed to do with that information NOW? 

Ozpin is also panicking, he’s just quiet about it 

The awful realization that this Grimm thing beneath the town feeds on/grows stronger through negative emotions so lol that’s a bit not good when the seven of us are all such a mess 

Oh hi Tai great to see you again quick question WHY DID YOU BRING YOUR TWO YOUNG DAUGHTERS TO THE MURDER TOWN? 

Hey Tai second question what do you mean you went and had a kid with my long-lost sister 

Whole side plot involving Ruby and Yang meeting Weiss and Blake who grew up here. Cue culture clash and the kids helping the adults out on their messed up adventure 

Blake: “You won’t believe me if I tell you... no one does... it’s just too horrible...” Yang: “Oh you mean the supernatural entity that wants to devour you and frequently finds its way across the town via the sewers? Yeah. Dad filled us in on the drive up.” 

James takes all of .5 seconds to start bickering with Oz again, mostly on how to handle the situation. The Losers know they’re really back together once the shouting starts

Bart greets Glynda with an enthusiastic “I finally got diagnosed and you would not believe---I need you to sit, honey, this is gonna take a while” speech and she’s so happy to do it

Peter still has his ax. It comes in handy 

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❄️❄️ –––– have you seen [ ESME MACMILLAN ] since the storm? some say they look like [ DANIELLE CAMPBELL ] but they’re [ 21 ]  & go by [ THE TACITURN ].  [ SHE ] lived in halloway for [ 11 YEARS ] & they are originally from [ LONDON ]. before the town vanished they were studying [ MEDICINE ] and lived at [ UNI BLVD ]. most people knew the [ CISFEMALE ] as [ ALTRUISTIC ] but i’ve heard they can also be [ RETICENT ]. for some reason, they feel [ UNEASY ] about the town’s disappearance.    ––– 

–––––– well , well if it isn’t me , b , with a broken theme !! but i’m too eager to pay any mind to it right now , and i’ve got homework due at midnight that has to happen after i get this baby posted . hi friends !! very excited to be here . this is my soul baby esme who is just trying her gd best and is stressed out 99% of the time . needs a 12 hour nap and maybe a therapist . summed up in a word ? soft , probably . i hope you love her like i do anYWAY GONNA leave this here and get to plotting so you can also hit me up at  b a y#9956 on discord!! 

LONDON.

weston and anna macmillan never planned on having a child. they were young and in love, and both had struck the genetic lottery – weston with his brains, anna with her trust fund. while weston was up and coming in the world of corporate law, anna had spent her life in pointe shoes and was at the top of her game as a principle dancer for the royal ballet in london. they were picturesque… perfect, even. until anna found herself to be three weeks late and their dazzling little dream life reached its first hiccup.

that hiccup entered the world screaming a whole nine months later!! tiny blue eyed esme grace macmillan was a fuckin handful even before she was born. as anna went through prenatal checkups, she found that her heartbeat was irregular. further tests concluded that she had hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (hcm) which is a genetic condition that affects the muscles in the heart and causes irregular blood flow. it’s not fatal, but it is hereditary and gets riskier with physical exertion. being a new mother, anna made the decision to shelve ballet and focus on this new chapter of her life.

which was probably a good thing! she loved being a mom, and it was safe to say that having a set of eyes on esme at all times was the right choice. she was restless and constantly full of energy. from a really young age, it became apparent that esme had inherited some of the best parts of her parents. she got her dad’s brains, catching onto things quickly and learning to walk and talk earlier than most. this turned into simple reading and messy writing shortly after. she wasn’t a very social kid though, didn’t talk much.

as soon as esme was old enough, she was put into tiny pink ballet slippers. she took a liking to dance, and this is when they realized she’d also inherited her mother’s natural grace. early on, it looked like she’d easily follow in her mother’s footsteps.

dance really really opened esme up. it was here that she started making friends and began tip toeing outside of her comfort zone and opening up a little bit, but her direction changed when she was six and discovered figure skating.

it was technical and lyrical like ballet, but it was far more challenging. even as a kid, esme loved a good challenge. so her parents bought her a pair of skates, and the rest is history. as she grew up, her weekends were occupied with practices, performances, and eventually competitions. she was a natural. and for the first time there was an air of confidence about her.

though she loved it more than anything in the world, her life soon came to revolve around school and skating.  it caused her to miss out on a normal childhood, never really making friends close enough to be invited to sleepovers or birthday parties.

that made the move much easier for esme. when she was 10, her father’s firm went international and he was put in charge of the american branch. thus, the macmillans hopped across the atlantic and moved to halloway for a fresh start, a new adventure.

HALLOWAY.

she took a small break from competitive skating when they moved; it was her parents’ choice in hopes of her actually making friends in new hampshire. and it worked! for a while. esme was still quiet, still a little too book smart and a little less than street smart. even as a kid, she was awkward, but she was kind and clever and for the most part — people liked her.

and life was good for a long time! she got back into skating, and around the time she was thirteen she showed no signs of stopping. in fact, her sights were set on an olympic medal, and though her parents were wary of her inherited condition, they supported her in every possible way.

entering high school, life got a little bit harder. her schoolwork and training kept her pretty tied up, and it was often really hard for her to balance a social life along with that. she didn’t show up to every party. she didn’t really have any interest in going on dates. she kept up with her friends and made time for the important things, but she wasn’t exactly the most open person.

this backfired real quick!! as a freshman, at a bonfire, a senior boy kinda came onto her and when she said nope no thank you, he got pissed. instead of taking rejection Like A Man, he decided to spread a little rumor about them hooking up. this combined with her quiet nature kind of caused her to get a bit of a reputation of being aloof and a bit easy which is so far from the truth. but high school is high school!! and people were fuckin mean about it for a long time thereafter!

around this time was also when her parents sorta…. fell out of love. as in… her father got a little power hungry, a little bored of his life, and like the cliche he is started having an affair. the secrecy of it didn’t last… long and he ultimately left both anna and esme. she felt kind of.. abandoned. like they weren’t good enough almost but.. she and her mom got . even closer because of it tbh. the macmillan girls don’t need no man!!

so she threw herself into her studies and even more so into skating. she trained in the morning and on the weekends, year round. winning competitions made her feel good, and she kept doing so. when she was fifteen, she competed at the world figure skating championship. though she didn’t medal, her scores were impressive and she became an alternate for the us figure skating team at 16. being so close to those five rings was enough to push her further.

she left traditional high school and threw herself even further into figure skating. (this only fueled halloway rumors that she was a bit of a snob akjdfha) after graduating, she enrolled at halloway part time in order to slowly get through her gen eds while training for, yup, you guessed it, the 2018 olympics.

and ya know what? it paid off. at 20, she’d had two world’s silvers and a world’s gold under her belt as she competed in the winter games. her whole life had been leading up to that moment, and she brought home an olympic gold medal in women’s figure skating. that’s right, ya girl fucking peaked.

it was a high, for a while. and she rode it quietly and gracefully. idk she was PROUD ok she worked so hard…. but her incessant need to be perfect and to continuously better herself was nagging in the back of her mind. she wasn’t sure how you could really get better than gold at the olympics.

needless to say, she’s in the midst of a bit of an identity crisis. with her heart condition and ya know aging… she knows figure skating isn’t a forever-thing. so she went back to halloway, taking an interest in medicine and trying to understand her own weakness— a weak heart. she began studying medicine and to fell in love with that profession, but . she honestly can’t stay off of the ice. activate existential dread! she doesn’t actually know who she is!

and then the heckin storm happened smh

NEW HALLOWAY.

with a calm exterior and a notorious knack for being maternal . . . someone , somewhere along the line said hey let’s put esme in charge of the hospital to which she said in a john-mulaney-esque voice . . . huh ? what ? huh ? what ??? huh ???? and then did it anyway

if she’s not on call or working at the hospital , best believe she’s studying because she’ll be the first to tell you she has no business calling herself a doctor 

it’s been months!! since!! they disappeared!! and she’s sort of adjusting to this new life which often makes her feel very, very guilty because she doesn’t know what’s happened to her mother at this point

when everything was frozen she still found time to escape and do some skating on the lake aksdjfhas

for the most part, she keeps herself busy ... someone like .... help her tho

PERSONALITY.

esme’s naturally introverted. she likes people, but she’s a textbook people pleaser and gets exhausted quickly when she’s socializing. she’s always been quiet, never the center of attention (unless on ice) and never the loudest voice in the room. when she does speak, though, it’s purposeful and articulate. the sort of ‘she doesn’t talk much but when she does it’s important’ kinda thing idk. she’s not meek ya know.. just reserved

she’s naturally… very kind. cares a lot about other people but struggles to express that which is why she gravitates towards the profession of medicine. she enjoys helping people ya know

ya girl keeps her shit close to her chest. doesn’t really want to bother anyone with her own shit and takes her anger out in physical activity, disassociates from her sadness by reading. a lot of people know her but not on a deep level. tbh does she even know herself? prob not

she’s not a stick in the mud, but she does need a little push every now and then. she lets loose when she’s around people that she’s comfortable with tbh. behind the prim and proper macmillan facade is.. a bit of a goofball. does not hesitate to participate in dramatically karaoke or midnight swims in a lake.

SOFT as fuck but she’s not one to be walked all over. she’s clever as all get out and when snapped at harshly enough won’t hesitate to snap back. she doesn’t get angry to the point of showing it easily, but when she does, she’s very purposeful with her words. don’t underestimate her she hATES being underestimated

competitive as heck. in academics, in sports, in board games. she’s a sweetheart but she will wreck you in spite and malice or sorry bc she just… has a competitive nature

really does give a shit about what people think of her. like… wants to be liked. not being liked by some people in high school really fucked w her bc she just….. can’t help caring about how other people perceive her and wants it to be positively. it’s in part because of how she was raised?? she grew up in a pretty monitored, strict environment between rigorous training and her parents’ world of the rich (will this change after the storm tho??? we’ll SEE)

values honesty like has absolutely 0 time to be lied to and 0 time for bullshit

SO curious, always ready to learn more

will make a fool of herself to see you laugh

a lil bit of amy santiago.. a lil bit of rory gilmore.. a lil bit of caroline forbes..

needs to relax; constantly Anxious

s t u b b o r n

literally never sleeps

doesn’t curse bc there are more clever ways to express anger

reputation: aloof and stuck up. reality: literally just shy lmao

is TRYING VERY HARD

WANTED PLOTS.

i have a few connection ideas here!! and a tag here!! but also…

friends from halloway that she’s just… straight up been pals with since she moved there

i’m… constantly thirsty for … girl gang shit. any of y’all watch the bold type? i eat that shit uP AND IT’S all i NeED TO BE . HAPPY OK

esme’s an only child and i would love to see a sibling-like bond for her

academic rivals pls and thank!! mayb in their major…. mayb back in high school…. paris vs rory anyone?

the maya to her riley oh man

a bad influence or even… the polar opposite . to her Mom Friend-ness

someone else who grew up in the realm of rich parents like galas suck but at least we got each other!!

neighbors!!

new friends! people who she’s met through halloway and quickly taken a liking to. super interesting dynamic bc… while she’s eager to know u she’s not so eager to …. open up lmao

previous roommates

y’all into angsty exes? i know this is the end of the world and all but that don’t mean wE CAN’T get SAD

someone she became friends w via… skating yikes akjdfha i swear that’s not her only personality trait

someone she agreed to tutor!! or study buddies!! ‘i’m going to cry literal tears on my flashcards please study with me!’

someone she was forced to be friend with post-storm. they step on each other’s toes but suck it up for the sake of everyone else

i .. love combining ideas and brainstorming too so!!! we can also do that!!

if you made it this far i’m literally going to cry bc i love you already for reading a rambling like this . aNYWAY !! that’s my esme. feel free to smash the like and i’ll come to you or message me on discord!! 

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Hewwo, my dear nene! I hope you're doing okay and that everything is going alright for you ;3; For the ship asks... Well, no surprise: KdFd XD And uuuh... HiroAtsu, if possible? XD

Hewwo sweet any~ I’m ok more or less, trying to relax due all this stress of the moving, so thank you for the ask, it helps me a lot💗 and I hope you’re doing great as well sweetie💗💗

KDFD

Who said “I love you” firstI know it might sound strange, but it was Fudou! Kidou is far too wrapped up in his own self doubts and overthinking and that stopped him from at first even acknowledging his feelings and then to said them out loud. So one day Fudou just EXPLODED because he couldn’t wait any longer and had to speak up what was in his heart. It was very loud and messy and at first Kidou said nothing because he was paralysed and half in denial and only in a second moment did he finally manage to say “I love you” back (after seeing his silence was hurting Fudou). And even then it wasn’t without a loooooot of overthinking about his dad and family situation, what that would mean for his future etc (to know more read the “first kiss” answer👀)

Who would have the other picture as their phone backgroundMmhh they both have the potential to do it, but this more when they’re adults and spend lots of time apart, then they would totally use a pic of them together as phone background AND WITHOUT KNOWING THEY USE THE EXACT SAME ONE BECAUSE THEY’RE TO BIG DORKS!

Who leaves notes written in the fog on the bathroom mirrorFudou would write something in the fog, a flirty/dumb message probably and Kidou would replay, always writing in the fog, to not write in the fog ‘cause he’s ruining the mirror (two loaf of idiot bread)-

Who buys the other cheesy giftsNeither? But also both? I mean they usually don’t but if they’ve been apart for a really long time they would eventually meet up and have both a silly present for the other, usually something that reminds them of shared memories like “a bouquet of the first flower you ever picked for me” or “that sweet you always eye inside that bakery’s window every time we visit that one city”

Who initiated the first kissTying this to the very first question, it was Fudou once again to initiate things between them, because they’re like that example of two introverts going out and one of them having to act as an extrovert to make the other relax and feel safe while they handle everything, just that this time they’re two teenagers who don’t like to show their emotions that much ao Fudou HAS to break from his own mind state and just say stuff, take Kidou’s face in his hands and KISS HIM TO SHUT HIM UP!Because he was spiraling with doubts and stupid worries instead of giving in to what he truly wanted.The kiss was initially BAM two mouths crashing together bc of the impact but an instant later Fudou was kissing him softly, conveying all his feelings in sweet slow movements and he felt Kidou melting in his hands until he was relaxed enough to reciprocate.Fudou is Kidou’s oxygen after all ;^)

Who kisses the other awake in the morningFudou wakes up first but doesn’t wake Kidou up because he knows he’s been up until very late, so he just sneaks out of bed and does his things, starts to get breakfast ready etc.Then Kidou would sneak behind him, kiss his shoulders and neck up to his cheeks, still half asleep while Fudou cooks and they’d smile and faintly chuckles- 

Who starts tickle fightsFUDOU! FOR REVENGE!! Also because he found out Kidou is ticklish on his hips and honestly he just loves his laugh-

Who asks who if they can join the other in the showerThe both do, really, but the first time Kidou did was such a great, important step forward in their relationship! He gathered up all his courage, pushed aside all his fears and slide that door open to a very surprised Fudou.They didn’t even do anything nasty, but it was so intimate, they ran fingers across their hair, watching each other into naked eyes and exchanging soft brief butterfly kisses on lips, nose and forehead while the water poured over them...

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunchTwo options: 1) Kidou forgot his lunch, once again, so Fudou had to go and give it to him with a good scold but also a kiss. 2) Kidou wanted to surprise his beloved one and kidnapped him to go at their favourite place to relax a bit together!

Who was nervous and shy on the first dateGosh they were both so shy and awkward, blushing like the crazy in love teens they were but also gathering up the guts to actually hold hands in public during the local fair. It took them a while to warm up at least a bit to all that PDA and ended up enjoying the date, winning prizes for the other and eating cotton candy and chocolate banana~

Who kills/takes out the spidersThey both kill them without blinking an eye, really!

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunkKidou gets whiny when drunk and a bit sad, but he constantly brags about how much he loves his husband (those rare times he did get drunk for real, so like two MAX)

HIROATSU

Who said “I love you” firstMmhh it was probably Atsuya, muttering it while blushing and looking away with a cute frown on his face because he had to master up all his courage to say those three words and he’s rather shy when it comes to these things. He honestly wasn’t expecting much but Hiroto surprised him after a moment of silence bc he looked down and blushing as well while throwing one last rock at the river (which fell this time instead of skipping on the water) and just... muttered “this is so not cool” and Atsuya confused “what?” “You beating me to this whole confession things” and then Atsuya realises what he’s saying and they both stand in awkward silence before Hiroto prompts “so wanna go on a date or what”. It’s gonna take some time before he says those words as well...

Who would have the other picture as their phone backgroundI personally can’t see them doing it bc they’re both too prideful and shy, but they do pass lots of time on the other’s Instagram or through their own phone gallery 👀

Who leaves notes written in the fog on the bathroom mirrorThey actually do it together, art competitions using the fog and mirror as their battleground. They laugh and push each other slightly while smiling both at the obscene things they draw AND at the whole complicity surrounding them.

Who buys the other cheesy giftsI think neither of them is really a cheesy romantic guy? But then again, they are both pretty shy and not at all comfortable with expressing their feelings, so they’ll probably try to convey them in dumb yet meaningful gifts?? Like, if one of them has trouble sleeping the other would buy some relaxing herbal tea but with a butt shaped mug, you feel? They care but they’re dumb.

Who initiated the first kissAtsuya confessed first, Hiroto initiated the first kiss. This because Atsuya kinda pushed him to, he kept nagging him on how he didn’t believe he had ever kissed someone before and saying he probably didn’t even know how to kiss properly, so Hiroto just kinda turned around, took a handful of those pink orangish hair and pulled him into a kiss.Spoiler: it wasn’t the first kiss he gave, but the first chaste one yes. Because for how much he wanted to prove him wrong, deep down he wanted to woo gently and a bit seductively Atsuya, not rushing things like he’d usually do...

Who kisses the other awake in the morningThey’re both grumpy sleeping in guys, so whoever opens eyes first can either decide to pepper kiss the other’s face OR to just stare in awe watching the other sleep~

Who starts tickle fightsFingers are Atsuya’s weapon, he tackles Hiroto down and get his revenge for the chestnut pudding that scarface stole 😤

Who asks who if they can join the other in the showerIt’s usually Atsuya despite the initial embarrass, and Hiroto accepts and lets him in wide eyed every time. And those are the times is Atsuya who tries to seduct Hiroto 👀

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunchMmh probably Atsuya whenever he’s free? I think he asked Someoka some cooking advices and even if his stuff doesn’t look great like his, it tastes good and Hiroto dies internally because of the cute anxious faces Atsuya makes-

Who was nervous and shy on the first dateBOTH OMGS THEY WERE BOTH SO NERVOUS! Atsuya because he felt he had to beat all the other partners Hiroto ever had but he actually had no experience, while Hiroto was because he wanted for it to be perfect since, unknown to Atsuya, he never actually went to a date with someone he loved...

Who kills/takes out the spidersAtsuya. Hiroto just shrieks every time a spider gets at less than one meter from him and he’s lucky to have a mountain boyfriend with him~

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunkThey’re both very loud drunks and those are the moments they have no inhibitions so they go all out. It’s usually a competition to whom screams more loudly and angrily that they love the other!

HOPE YOU LIKED THESE ANSWERS!

[macbetha]

Preview of SouRin Sugar Daddy AU “Death of a Bachelor” Chapter 26

Makoto stays with with him a few days at Haru’s childhood home. He usually takes this time to bask in glorious solitude, not leaving the house for days to allow his introvert tank recharge to the highest possible level before he goes back to the city. Staying in Tokyo is hard, but living with three college roommates is one of the most challenging situations Haru has ever endured. He is lucky that the living arrangements turned out as good as they did. Hiyori is fucking weird and he's obsessed with indie horror games that are so low quality they're pixelated, yet they still somehow scare and irritate Haru in equal measure. Hiyori makes a fantastic pistachio pie, though, so he makes up for it. Asahi fucks like a rabbit and watches forty-five minute vine compilations on the living room TV while Haru is trying to study on the couch, but Asahi mixed the Flipper the Dolphin theme as an orchestral version for Haru's birthday one year, so he can let the sleepovers with Kisumi slide - as loud as they are.  Rin's friendship is stressful and deep and old. Haru has seen him through a lot, but Rin has talked him through panic attacks from the time they were five to just a few months ago. They are as different as oil and water, but those differences were accepted and needed long ago. As pleasantly different as it is to have a group of friends, they are still people and Haru can never really feel like his true self if there's a presence in the room. It's not that he feels like he needs to impress anyone - it's just that Haru's brain was never wired with a need to socialize, and if he must do it too much, he will absolutely, despairingly overload.   Yet he is quite content with Makoto's presence in the house. Maybe it's because they're in the “Honeymoon Stage”? He heard Kisumi talk about that once. He and Haru don't see eye-to-eye on many things, but Haru has never felt kinship like he did when Kisumi told him he would die painfully for Asahi, but that doesn't mean Kisumi suddenly lost the need to just be alone in his car in a fast food parking lot, eating everything greasy and awful and having a good stress-cry. You can be in love, but you still have to let yourself be messy and broken sometimes, Kisumi said. Haru really fucking gets that.  Makoto seems like the type that would take it wrong if Haru wanted to be alone and cry - not like, he would be offended, but he would feel guilty. Makoto lives by himself; he works long into the night after the office is closed, and he is independent, but he hates being alone. Haru has witnessed that over time, it makes him panic. He needs to be overbearing with Sousuke, he must call his mother every single day and check up on the twins. Haru is pretty sure the man was like that even before his father passed away, but now, with that kind of heavy reality, Haru could never really blame him for it.  Makoto is not even the easiest person to talk to, but that's only because he is so genuine. Haru doesn't know what to do with all that, but fuck if he isn't obsessed with it. He wants Makoto to look at only him when they're in a room together; he could shake for the way that Makoto listens to Haru's short, droning responses to whatever sincerity question the man asks. Nobody thinks Haru is deep, but Makoto thinks that he is an ocean. He reflects on the rest of his friends, his parents. He's not one to consider how things will change with the upcoming new year - it's just one day passing to the next with far too much pop culture fanfare - but this time around, he thinks about how different his life was last year at this time. In reality, not much has changed. He's working the same boring job for less pay than he deserves, still gets bad grades and swims it off.  Haru stares down at his grill as the mackerel begins to curl up. Indeed, at the core of himself, everything is ordinarily the same -  He hears the pad of footsteps and startles when he's hugged from behind. Haru goes light-headed with how intense it feels: arms pull him close, tender and strong; Makoto smells so familiar, all cinnamon and apple and masculine heat. Haru's knees twitch, almost quiver. Makoto pecks sleepy kisses all through his hair. "The whole house smells like a seafood market. It woke me up." He doesn't sound upset, though.  Haru says, "Did you think I was gonna apologize for that?" Makoto laughs and nuzzles into Haru's neck, snuggling his face there. His breath is humid on Haru's skin, lips playful as they brush up and down. "No. I can get used to it."  Haru's eyes fall half-lidded and he gives a small smile despite himself. He lets Makoto hold him and closes his eyes, rubbing one hand through the man's hair, folding the other one over Makoto's forearm.  Makoto feels like home; he feels like water.   

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Catra and Adora are high school seniors, working at Hot Topic and Bright Moon Boba Tea respectively. They’re both clueless disasters, and their friends are getting pretty tired of waiting for them to make up and make out.

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Catra’s been working at Hot Topic for the past few months, one or two days a week after school and constantly on the weekends. She figures the job suits her, in that angsty-emo-goth way, although the store is more nerd culture now than it was in the early 2000’s. Still, she doesn’t mind most of the music on the shop radio and she’s encouraged to wear fingerless gloves on the job. And her manager, Scorpia, lets her get away with plenty of slacking.

On this particular Tuesday afternoon, Catra enjoys the deadness of the store (due to lack of customers, in addition to the death-themed products). She stands behind the counter, her chin in one hand, the other tapping a pen to the beat of a Green Day song.

“Hey, Kitty!” Scorpia greets her, exiting the back room with an armful of discounted tees.

Catra rolls her eyes, facing away so Scorpia can’t see it. “I told you, don’t call me that—”

“Whoops, sorry, it’s just so… Catra! Your name is Catra! I still can’t get over it.”

The high school senior glances down at her nametag. “Yep. That sure is my name.”

The story’s actually pretty simple: her parents allowed her older brother, Mateo, to name her, probably to lessen the blow of no longer being the only child. And being the idiot six-year-old he was, Mateo took one look at the family cat and exclaimed… well, you know.

As far as names go, it’s unfortunately on the nose—Catra’s sullen and introverted, with big messy hair and long nails painted black. Not that she wouldn’t cut them, given the right opportunity.

“How was school?” Scorpia asks, sliding behind the counter.

Catra shrugs. “Fine.”

“Any customers?”

“A few.”

Scorpia sighs and begins sorting the pins in the one-dollar display. “Any sales?”

“Yeah,” Catra says, “buy-one-get-one-free’s doing good.”

“The fun corporate term is ‘BOGO,’” Scorpia says, grinning. “Oh, I love that!”

Catra’s sarcastic reply is interrupted by a group of customers entering the store: three teenagers, all familiar. Bob, Glitter, and… Adora.

Catra frowns even deeper than before and pretends to be invested in the sales totals on the register monitor. Scorpia raises an eyebrow as the group huddles by the sparkly-unicorn-bullshit display.

“You know it’s a part of your job to greet the customers, right? I like you, kid, but I’ve gotta see some effort here.”

Catra winces. “Scorpia, please… I’ll explain later, okay?”

“Ooookay. Bad history or something?”

“I said —”

“Excuse me,” says Glitter, standing suddenly in front of the counter. Catra raises her head, cheeks burning.

“What?”

Scorpia clears her throat.

“Uh, I mean, how can I help you, ma’am?”

Glitter raises an eyebrow. “Adora says you’ve been ignoring her, and she’s being all weird about it.”

“Sorry, we don’t sell that here. Why don’t you try Spencers?”

“Catra,” Glitter groans. “Look, you’re her best friend, why can’t you both just figure this out like normal people…”

“Normal people named ‘Glimmer?’”

“Pfft, okay, Catra.”

“Fair enough, Sparkles,” Catra snarks, stretching her arms over her head. “Well, since you three obviously have no intention of making a purchase here, why don’t you tell Adora that I’m still perfectly fine ignoring her.”

“Yep, that’s what I thought you’d say,” Glitter says. “And the dumbest part is, she still wants to give you this.”

Glitter slams a plastic cup onto the counter, filled with a milky-brown liquid and small glasslike balls. The logo on the cup reads ‘Bright Moon Boba Tea.’

Catra scowls for a second before bursting into cold laughter. “Keep it,” she says. “Hell, give it to Adora. It’s what she chose.”

Glimmer groans. “You’re ridiculous! It’s just a job, she still obviously wants to be your friend!”

“Clearly not enough to come over here herself,” Catra shouts, glaring over at Bow and Adora. Adora frowns, her face red, and looks down at her shoes.

“I’ll never get what she sees in you,” Glimmer says haughtily, turning on her heel.

Catra has no response to that, her fist tensing beneath the counter. Deep breaths, 1… 2… 3…

Glitter returns to Adora and Bow, speaking lowly. Adora sighs and nods, allowing the group to leave. Catra turns to face the back of the store, crossing her arms, as she focuses on the angry rock vocals.

Seconds pass in the empty store. Finally, Scorpia speaks.

“So… wanna explain that?”

Catra sighs and stretches her back, hands on the counter, ironically catlike in form. “Do I have to?”

“Kind of, yeah.”

“Fine,” Catra says. “Adora and I have been close since we were kids. Senior year’s been hard because we’re both busy with extracurricular bullshit, and in my case, work. She has a different group of friends than me—you just saw ‘em over by the unicorn display, minus a few. A couple of months ago Adora was saying that she wanted to start working, get a few dollars, but instead of applying here to work with me , she signed up at Glitter’s mom’s boba tea place.”

Scorpia looks down at the drink. “Hence the…?”

“Ooh, ‘hence,’ big word,” Catra says coolly, putting her head in her hands. “I’m being a stubborn dick about it, sure, but after years of being her little sidekick, it was just the last straw.”

“Well, you know I support you, wildcat,” Scorpia says, dusting the counter’s ledge with her sleeve, “but petty teenage angst is bad for business, even at Hot Topic. Just try not to let it get into the way of excellent customer service.”

Catra blows a chunk of dark hair out of her face. “Yeah, all right.”

Scorpia turns away and heads back towards the back room to do inventory. Catra stares down the cup of boba tea for a moment, and then bats it into the trash.

                                                              ~

A few days later, Catra watches her co-worker Lonnie rearrange the current Marvel display, another white guy in a colorful suit replacing the last boring blockbuster’s star.

“Hey there,” says a customer, breaking her haze of boredom. A guy she recognizes from school places a container of moustache polish on the counter.

“Oh, Sea Hawk,” Catra says, scanning the item. “Find everything you were looking for today?”

“Oh, yes!” the guy exclaims with his usual bravado. “In fact, I have!”

Then he places another goddamn cup of boba tea on the counter, this time mint green. Catra sighs as she shoves the moustache polish in a black plastic bag.

“Adora sent you?”

“Actually, Mermista did!” Sea Hawk says, taking any opportunity to mention his blue-haired girlfriend.

“So Adora asked her to send you.”

“Perhaps!”

Sea Hawk passes Catra his debit card and she runs it in a blur.

“Here,” she tells him, returning the card and handing him his bag. Sea Hawk doesn’t leave, though, standing awkwardly at the counter.

“What.”

“Mermista said that Adora doesn’t want me to leave until I see you drink the boba.”

Catra smirks and picks up the cup. After a few teasing seconds, she plops it in the trash.

Sea Hawk raises an eyebrow. “Did you just place it behind the counter to drink later, or…?”

“I dropped it in the garbage, dumbass.”

“Oh. Yeah, all right.”

“Have a nice day,” Catra says, grinning toothily.

                                                             ~

“She’s being stupid,” Glimmer says as she passes Adora the box of tapioca pearls. Adora hoists it easily over her shoulder, carrying it to Bow, who stands at the counter of Bright Moon Boba.

“Thanks,” Bow says as Adora places the box down. “I was running out.”

“No problem,” Adora grins as she tightens her high ponytail. She wipes her hands on her apron and returns to Glimmer, who stands in the small supply alcove behind their stand in the mall food court.

“You were saying?” she asks breezily, starting up new batches of black and jasmine tea.

“Catra,” Glimmer says tiredly. “You know what I was saying: she’s being the worst. I know you guys have been friends forever, or what ever, but she’s being mean and toxic and you deserve better than this obsession you’ve got with her!”

“Glim, I love you, but you can’t just throw around the word ‘toxic’ because you saw it in a twitter post once,” Adora says, narrowing her eyes. “She’s just stubborn. I think she sees my taking this job as rejecting her, or choosing you guys over her.”

“But that’s so not it!” Glimmer shouts. “You do stuff together all the time. I’ve had to literally tell people you’re not, like, dating .”

Adora tries to hide her face as the blush spreads. “I’ve been trying to make it up to her,” she says. “With the tea. I don’t know, I’m just bad at the talking stuff.”

“Maaaayyyyyyyyybe it’s because you’ve both been crushing on each other for the past, like, five years, but lack any communication skills whatsoever?”

“I communicate fine!” Adora argues. “I only sent Sea Hawk over because I’m on the clock!”

“You guys synced your Google calendars. I’m pretty sure you could have just stopped by during one of her shifts to talk to her yourself.”

“They’re only synced because of field hockey practice in the fall,” Adora says stiffly, although she does check up on Catra’s schedule more than she would like to admit.

“I’m just saying,” Glimmer says. “Your relationship with Catra is important to you, and clearly you’re important to her… that’s why she’s being such a dick. You’ve been fighting for a month and you’ve been super unhappy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not Catra’s hugest fan, but I can tell you’re better off when things are cool between you two. And, Adora, we’re seniors! Things are gonna get so much more complicated once we go to college. As much as it pains me to say it, you should probably lock her down as soon as you can… and make sure she’s up to being a little more mature when you guys have inevitable spats in the future.”

Adora groans and rests her head on the counter. “This is hard…”

“Only ‘cuz you care so much,” Glimmer reasons. “Oh, the tea—”

“Yeah, I know, ‘and that’s the tea…’”

“No, Adora!” Glimmer shouts, running over the pots on the boiler. “The tea !”

Adora jumps and runs over to the pots, luckily in time to pull them off the heat. She pours the contents into the appropriate pitchers and wipes the sweat off her brow.

“And we’re not dating,” Adora says softly, frowning at the ground. “We’ve never been. I don’t think Catra likes me… like that.”

“I think you’d be surprised,” Glimmer says.

“Do you think that’s why she was so hurt?” Adora asks. “When I chose to work here?”

“I mean, that’s just ‘cuz she’s a stubborn, inflexible bastard,” Glimmer reasons, sipping a pink drink she made herself. “But yeah.”

“We did kiss that one time… well, twice,” Adora says, playing with the waist of her pink apron. Glimmer spits out her drink.

“You what?! ”

“Oh, yeah, we kissed at homecoming. After Bow’s party. Then things were kinda awkward, and we didn’t talk for a few days, and I applied here… and next thing I know, she’s ignoring me.”

Glimmer coughs, her tea and a few balls of tapioca splattering onto the counter.

Adora frowns at her friend incredulously. “What?”

“Adora…” Glimmer said. “You absolute fucking idiot.”

                                                             ~

A few hours later and Lonnie’s gone home, while Catra’s still working until Scorpia comes in for the later shift. She isn’t completely alone, though, with the customers, because one of the mall’s technicians is fixing a broken light by the sales racks.

“How’s Adora?” asks Entrapta, whose technical know-how and strange social graces qualified her for a repair position rather than retail.

Catra shakes her head, startled. “Why do you ask?”

“You guys are close, right?” Entrapta asks from atop a silver ladder. The woman is thirty-something years old and only 4’9, her purple pigtails currently wrapped in efficient space buns. Catra knows that Entrapta has some other jobs, and suspects that several of them involve mad science this world isn’t quite ready for.

“Uh,” Catra says, playing with her hands.

“I recall, the last time we spoke, you reported your closeness to a girl named Adora,” Entrapta specifies. “Is this incorrect?”

“Yeah, no, you’re right,” Catra says, remembering her last encounter with Entrapta. Before Homecoming. “I’m kind of ignoring her right now. For reasons.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” Entrapta says. “She seemed to make you very happy. Or, at least, that’s what your tone of voice and body language indicated.”

And with that, Entrapta turns back to the light, leaving Catra frowning even more than usual.

“Yeah…”

Catra’s been in love with Adora since middle school, and she’s been out of denial about it since sophomore year. So when Adora finally broke the tension between them at Bow’s party last month, and then ghosted her and got a job separate from her, Catra could only come to one conclusion: Adora wasn’t into it. Wasn’t into Catra, in that way. And Catra knows, after that goddamn kiss—awkward, sloppy, but still good because it was Adora —she can never go back to just being Adora’s friend.

And, before the whole tea thing, it seemed like Adora felt the same way. But now she was hanging out by the store, trying to give Catra gifts… sending these dumb mixed signals, trying to torture her ex-best-friend, get under her skin…

No , Catra reminds herself. Adora could never be that cruel . Catra’s the tough one, after all, between them.

Then why does she feel so goddamn hurt?

“You have customers,” Entrapta says, startling Catra out of her spiral. She looks up to face Bow and Glimmer… without Adora.

Catra sighs and pulls out the trash can from behind the counter. “Just drop it in yourself,” she says.

Bow raises an eyebrow and Glimmer scowls. “We don’t have any tea for you.”

“Oh, so you’re actually here to shop? Color me surprised. We’ve got some great fifty-cent glitter nail polish, and the Riverdale display is over there. You sure do seem like someone who’d enjoy Riverdale , Sparkles.”

Glimmer groans. “Just shut up and listen, okay? We’re not here on Adora’s behalf. Well, we kind of are, but she didn’t ask us to come.”

“Fine,” Catra scowls. “Speak.”

“She feels awful,” Glimmer says, “about what happened between you two. She kissed you, and then didn’t know how to talk to you, and then took the job at Bright Moon, and she didn’t realize you’d take it badly—”

“Really?” Catra begins, but rolls her eyes after a second. “Okay, it is Adora we’re talking about.”

“She likes you, Catra,” Glimmer says, Bow nodding behind her. “Always has.”

“It’s always been pretty obvious, honestly,” Bow adds.

“Even from what I’ve heard,” Entrapta contributes from her ladder.

Catra can feel her heart racing, her cheeks turning red, and her immediate impulse is to make it stop. Make it neutral, calm, cool.

But Adora likes her. She was just being dumb, and Catra is stubborn and stupid.

“It’s not too late to fix things,” Glimmer says, surprisingly earnest. “That’s all we’re here to say.”

Catra can barely speak. “I was so mean to you guys.”

“Eh, we know you’re harmless,” Bow says, making a dismissive motion. “And besides, Adora says that’s how you show affection sometimes.”

Catra runs a hand through her hair, still blushing. “Still. Sorry.”

“Adora’s closing alone tonight,” Glimmer says, her expression softer than before. “You should visit her. And, y’know, actually try to communicate like human people.”

“I’ve heard of those,” Entrapta comments with mild interest.

“I’ll stop by Bright Moon after my shift,” Catra says. “Thank you.”

Glimmer nods and Bow grins. “Senior year’s gonna be awesome!” he exclaims.

Catra rubs her neck and tries to muster a bright smile. “Haha, yeah!”

“We should get back to the stand,” Glimmer says. “But first… well, you have a sale so I am , in fact, gonna check out the Riverdale stuff.”

“She has awful taste, but I watch it with her anyway,” Bow says solemnly to Catra. “At least Cole Sprouse is hot.”

The pair heads to the display, chattering about flawed representation and the complete misappropriation of Twin Peaks’ plotline. Catra’s hands shake, so she grabs a red gel pen—using it, she doodles herself and Adora on a scrap of receipt paper.

Between them, she draws a heart.

                                                             ~

Okay, here she goes.

“Have fun talking to Adora!” Scorpia says as Catra clocks out on the register. Catra hasn’t stopped blushing for the past two hours and twenty-six minutes (she’s counted), but somehow she turns redder than before.

“AhhaAAHAHA yeah, bye Scorpia!” she says, hoisting herself over the counter. She accidentally knocks over a figurine in the process and rearranges it apologetically.

Catra rushes out of the Hot Topic, past the Gap, Justice, and Starbucks, until she reaches the Etheria Mall food court. She takes a deep breath, adjusts her shirt and makes sure her ripped jeans are tucked into her combat boots. She takes her lanyard and shoves it in her back pocket, rips off her nametag and tucks it in her bra.

Okay , Catra thinks to herself. You can do this. Talk about your feelings. For Adora, to Adora. Your best friend since childhood. After being a total jerk for a month.

Catra frowns. Maybe she should get a soft pretzel before…

Wait—does she hear cat-calls?

Catra’s head whips around to see Adora, working at Bright Moon alone, with an entire cup’s contents spilled down her white shirt. Her chest isn’t subtle, and the two middle school boys by the register seem more than pleased by this turn of events.

“Hey, sexy!” one exclaims as Catra stalks over. “Wanna take off the apron, show us everything?”

Adora blushes, speechless and in shock. Catra growls and rolls up her sleeves, grabbing one of the guys by the shoulder—hard.

“Shut the fuck up,” she hisses.

“We’re just waiting for our drinks,” says the second guy, looking Catra up and down. “Is that a problem?”

Catra groans in outrage and rips her hands off the dude’s shoulder. Meanwhile, Adora comes to her senses.

“I’ll make a new one,” she mutters, overwhelmed. Catra snarls.

“Fuck, no! These guys are assholes.”

“They already paid.”

“Yeah,” said one of the guys, “what she said.”

“Adora!” Catra says, hoisting herself over the counter, this time making a graceful landing. She takes the blonde by the wrists, Adora’s eyes going wide.

“God—Catra!” Adora exclaims, ripping her arms away. “I just want them to go away!”

“And they will,” Catra says, standing between Adora and the ingredients. “ Without their drinks.”

Adora groans and rolls her eyes. “Ugh, you’re so stubborn!”

The two boys looked at each other awkwardly. “Not sure if this is hot,” the taller guy said.

“Maybe if they were making out?”

“SHUT UP!” Catra and Adora shouted in unison.

“Whatever,” says the shorter guy. “This blows. I want to hit Spencer’s before everything closes.”

“Haha, yeah, to look at the…?”

“Yeah, and the…”

Catra grabs the ‘closed’ sign from behind Adora’s head and places it on the counter. “And look at that,” she says, “you’d better hurry! Enjoy the dildos and lingerie, fellas!”

The boys shift uncomfortably in their sneakers and immediately make themselves scarce. Catra sighs and turns to a fuming Adora.

“Can you believe those fuckwads?”

“I could have handled it,” Adora says sorely. “But thanks.”

“Sorry, I…” Catra begins to say, rubbing her arm nervously. “Oh! Your shirt! Uh, do you have an extra, or paper towels, or…?”

Adora turns red when she notices Catra’s wandering gaze. Catra looks up suddenly, realizing it herself.

“Yeah, gimme a second,” Adora says, turning to the back alcove. “I’ve got a sweatshirt in my backpack…”

“Yeah, sure, cool,” Catra says, blushing again . She awkwardly picks up a tapioca ball between two nails and plops it in her mouth.

Catra enters the employee’s alcove, out of the food court’s sight. There Adora stands, now wearing a red hoodie. Catra raises an eyebrow.

“Hey, Adora? Pretty sure that’s mine.”

Adora blushes and blinks. “Oh man, yeah, it is.”

“And you… you’re still wearing it? Even though we’ve been fighting for a month?”

“Well, it… it reminds me of you,” Adora says, her hands disappearing in the long sleeves.

Catra smiles and leans against the counter, laughing lowly. “Oh my god, we’re so dumb.”

Adora gives her a small smile. “Yeah… I’m guessing you got a visit from Glimmer and Bow earlier?”

“They told me that you… you wanted to talk. About the kiss. And everything else.”

“Listen,” Adora says, “I’m an idiot. I’ve liked you for so long, okay? And then I finally worked up the nerve to kiss you, and we weren’t sober, and I felt dumb for doing it when we couldn’t, y’know, truly enjoy it… so I got mad at myself, and didn’t message you for a few days, and then Angella offered me this job, and it pays so well —”

Catra takes Adora’s hands and looks her in the eyes. “Hey, Adora,” she says. “It’s okay. The kiss, the job, all of it. I was stupid for being all grudge-y. And… I’ve missed you so much.”

Adora’s eyes widen. “Me too. I mean, I missed you, I didn’t miss myself—”

“Oh my god,” Catra says, using one hand to cup Adora’s face. “I like you so much.”

“I know, me too! Ugh, I mean—”

“I know what you mean.”

Catra kisses Adora, and there isn’t an ounce of confusion in it.

Adora pulls away, her eyes narrowed. Catra gives her the widest grin.

“Did you… store a ball of boba in your mouth, just to slide it in my mouth while we kissed?”

“Well, I figured we’d either end up fighting or kissing, and it’d be useful either way.”  

“Useful… fighting?”

Catra picks up a straw from the supply cabinet and popped another tapioca ball in her mouth. “Come on,” she says, “you can’t tell me you, Bow, and Glimmer don’t get into spitball fights all the time.”

“Not really,” Adora says, mystified. “That seems more like a ‘you’ idea.”

Catra sticks out her tongue and spits the ball at Adora through the straw. It hits her right on the forehead.

“I win,” Catra teases.

Adora takes her by the waist and kisses her. Catra kisses back, dropping the straw and grabbing at Adora’s hair.

“Okay,” Catra amends as she backs up onto the counter, “maybe we both win.”

“Hey, Catra?” Adora whispers in the other girl’s ear. “Stop talking.”

And so she does.