#like yes you are masked but you don't get to pick the mask. sometimes i assume you are wearing a ronald reagan mask for example

[utilitycaster]

I think some people believe asking questions on anon is like them strapping the person they are asking to a chair and turning on a single bare lightbulb and performing an interrogation. But really the experience of getting one of those questions is that of being hollered at by someone sitting in the passenger's side of their best friend's ride.

[prlssprfctn]

AU, where Bruce accidentally gets de-aged (physically and mentally), and the first person he bumps in is... Red Hood.

To Jason's defence, he didn't connect the dots at first. He was just patrolling around his usual turf, thinking of nothing in particular, when he saw a small child in a ridiculously serious suit, sulking around Crime Alley. He looks distraught, and considering that he looks rich, it is no surprise - that is not a place for him. So, he is either lost or something happened, right?

He takes the helmet off, as he usually does when he is dealing with kids (they got scared easily) and carefully approaches a brooding baby.

'Hey, shrimp. Where are your parents at?'

That said shrimp turns around, his big blue eyes looking confused and lost, and Jason thinks he looks awfully familiar.

'I am not shrimp,' he protests instantly, pouting at him. 'And they are somewhere... here. We just left the movie theatre together!'

Jason glances at the abandoned movie theatre, back at the little rich boy with a familiar frown, and it clicks. This is his fucking dad. Suddenly, a kid - but it is fucking Bruce Wayne, for sure.

'Was watching Zorro by any chance?' Jason still asks, just to be sure that he is not going insane.

Bruce - and it must be him - beams at him.

'Yes! This is a great movie, by the way.'

Oh, hell. At least, he didn't witness his parents' death just yet. Jason wasn't sure he would be able to deal with his father being so small, and mourning his mom and dad. He would probably cry himself at some point.

'Hey,' Jason calls out for him slowly, squatting down; God, who would've thought that this little shrimp would become so tall and big in the future. 'Aren't you... You must be Thomas's kid, right?'

Okay, yeah, Jason is going to lie to this kid. Because there is no way he manages just to steal Bruce as a stranger to bring him back home; it is still a kid, even if it is his father. Right?

'You know my dad?' Bruce tilts his head, little fingers tugging on the hem of his jacket; suspicious.

'You could say that,' Jason nods. 'Alfie... I mean, Alfred called me. Asked me to pick up a kid, since Thomas and Martha got an urgent call.'

Fuck his life and stupid life choices. What the hell he was even doing? He looked like a mugger; or like a psycho. But Alfred was his best bet - he could call him, after all; ask, well, support his idiotic made-up story.

'No one calls Alfred Alfie but my dad,' Bruce pouts in a very, very spoiled manner.

'Well... I do. We served together in the army,' he blurts out.

His armour, apparently, is enough a proof for the kid to nod slowly.

'Okay. But you gotta take off your strange mask first,' Bruce folds arms on his chest.

...???

Did this kid just agree for an unknown man to take him home? Like this? Who could've thought that this pouty child would become the most paranoid man alive in the future?

'Uh, why?'

'So I can remember your face and do an identikit, if you turn out to be a bad guy,' Bruce smirks stupidly. 'Duh.'

Jason is going to cry. This kid is so cute.

'Yeah, duh,' Jason huffs, but despite his better judgment takes the domino mask off as well. 'Go on, take your time. My identikit should be the prettiest, shrimp.'

Bruce... gawks at him. His eyes are comically wide now, mouth open, and then, he jumps a little closer to him - oh, God, he is jumping when excited? - putting his hellishly cold hands on Jason's cheeks.

'Woah. You look like dad.'

'Uh,' Jason nods awkwardly, and because he is an idiot, adds a joke: 'We are brothers, actually. Just don't talk much.'

...Apparently, little Bruce can't take jokes. Because he lets out an adorable gasp, and throws himself on Jason as if they knew each other for ages now.

'Uncle? That's so cool. You look like Zorro!'

Damn this little kid, and this stupid family. Damn Joe Chill and the night he killed this kid's parents. Damn it all. Bruce might be an asshole sometimes, but he was so... cute and innocent.

'Thanks, shrimp,' Jason slides a domino mask back on, picks up little Bruce with one arm, and grips a helmet with another. 'Come on, let's go home. Alfred will make your favourite tiramisu.'

'You know my favourites?!'

Jason sniffles.

'Yeah. Yeah, I do, kid.'

If he gets so emotional over this kid, he has no idea how worse Dick is going to be once he finds out.

Oh, this is going to be one hell of a night.

[flamingpudding]

Guys it's just merch

Danny watched with a smile hidden behind his mug of hot cocoa his new family. Originally he was only going to mess with them a little, since he wanted to keep his civilian live he gained with them but at the same time wanted to kind of provoke them to tell him about their night time jobs on their own.

Not like he could just flat out tell them he knew about their vigilantes lifes and that would be embarrassing to explain.

It's not every day that Danny's powers fluked on him, but with the stress of the past months, it happened. Right at a moment, he had to be clumsy and trip over his own feet and accidentally phased through a grandfather's clock, finding a hidden passage. Well at least he learned that way that Batman hadn't placed him with some other rich fruitloop that wasn't his godfather but well... with Batman himself and his family out of mask.

Yeah no, he did not want to explain that and hoped they would do that themselves. But apparently, they took Danny's statement of wanting a normal life a bit too serious.

Which brought him back to his current entertainment in the form of messing with his siblings.

"I don't get what the problem is guys. It's just merch." He chuckled slightly at the face Damian was making. While Jason chose to kick Tim under the table.

"Soooo how much merch on Red Robin do you have with this shirt now?" Dick asked instead with a bright smile, Danny still hadn't figured out how to tell what emotion he hid behind them sometimes.

"I think this is my third shirt of him." Danny mused, placing his cup back on the table and tapping his lip in a thinking motion. "Though I was going to pick up a couple of custom-made jackets of Red Hood and a Nightwing plush later today."

He acted like he did not hear the triumph like hiss of 'yes' from Jason as well as the very upset huff of Damian.

He just grinned at the amusement about how they apparently were competing over how much merch he owned of each of them.

When he found a Robin figure and several Robin pins mysteriously placed on his desk the next morning, he broke out laughing. Yet still just to mess with them gushed about his newly gotten merch to his family while sharing a knowing look with Alfred who knew he was just messing with them.

If there was a surprising amount of Batman merch, suddenly mixed into what he already owned the following week without his knowledge. Well, he wasn't going to complain about free stuff.

But he still would get a good laugh out of their reactions on the day he decided to full on dawn every piece of Batman merge instead of theirs.

[monstersandgenderqueers]

Little Gifts (Part One)

Loki, a new resident in the compound, sparks your interest. You decide to give him a gift in secret, hoping he might cheer up just a little bit. Well, it didn't work out that way.

Pairing: Loki x neurodivergent!reader

Word count: 2200

A/N: Look, I really wanted to read a fanfic about an autistic reader but alas, there are so few. So I made one myself. Yes, this might just be a self-insert, but everyone's experience with neurodivergence is different, and it felt simpler just to make the reader's neurodivergence similar to mine. This series will mostly be exploring neurodiversity and Loki's reactions towards it, hopefully fluffy?

Masterlist | Next

I think he's gone, now's my chance!

You peek around the corner, hugging the little terracotta pot to your chest. Nestled inside is a tiny little staghorn fern, tucked gently inside some damp moss. You wait for a moment, listening for footsteps or voices.

Boisterous laughter echoes down the hall, forcing you to freeze with your back against the cold wall. The voices subside, and you dare to dart from around the corner and toward the door just in front of you.

Quiet as a mouse, you reach his door. After another quick look, just to be sure no one is watching, you place the fern carefully on the floor, and a card beside it. You'd handwritten detailed care instructions, ensuring that even the most notorious plant-killer could still keep the little thing alive.

Well, maybe.

You twist the pot just a little. There. He will love this… right?

You bought him this fern as a sort of housewarming gift. Or maybe a "welcome to the compound" gift or… a "be my friend, please" gift. Most likely the latter.

Often, you trail behind him on his escorted walks outside. He likes to stop and stare at the trees, or sit down on the bench and watch the undergrowth. You hope this gift isn't too far off the mark, but since you were so uncertain, you intentionally left your name off the card. Afterall, you don't want him to think you're too desperate to be his friend, even though you definitely are.

When you first moved in, you were just the same as he is. Self-isolating, restless, temperamental, and just downright rude. His reasons seem more concrete than yours did, though. 

Loki is forced to stay. His magic is restricted, and he isn't allowed to leave without either Thor or an armed escort. No one trusts him, but at least Thor trusts in whomever decided Loki should be punished in this way. You aren't privy to that sort of information, so you only have your assumptions for now.

Your excuses for your behavior are based on just… who you are. Different. Change is hard, and moving to the compound to live with some very intimidating people and surrounded by people at all times was devastating.

You'd gotten more comfortable in the time since, but it's still challenging. At least you're not a total jerk anymore. You still ask, sometimes, if it appears like someone is ignoring you on purpose or they get an attitude. Did I say something wrong?

Or maybe that was just all in your head.

Regardless, you see a kindred spirit in Loki. There are so many things you do differently because of your neurodivergence, and he seems to do them, too. Like masking, for one. Your masking is for the purpose of looking normal, to hide everything that makes you stand out, and from your perspective, it seems like he is also trying to hide himself away behind indifference and snark.

You really, really hope the fern will work.

Tiptoeing away, you make it all the way down the hall to your assigned quarters, and close the door shut quietly behind you. You're tempted to peer out from your door and keep an eye on it. You could just barely see his door if you poked your head out from yours. That'd be too obvious, though, and he might think you're a creep.

You pick up your plushie, hoping that if you squeeze something tight, your anxiety might just ebb away and you can go about your day as normal without constantly ruminating on Loki and whether he likes the fern or not.

It doesn't work. Now you're just pacing, second-guessing and triple-guessing yourself, new thoughts popping into your head with each stride down the length of your bedroom.

What if he thinks it's weird? What if he thinks I'M weird?

So? He doesn't know I left it, right?

But what if he does? What if I accidentally wrote my name on the little card?

What if he realizes it's me because I like my plants and I talk about them all the time?

What if he saw me walk in with it?

What if someone else did and they tell him?

But how would he know it's from me otherwise?

He won't be angry with me, right? Right?

What if he actually likes it and tries to figure out who left it but he finds out it's from me and then he gets upset because it's me?

You toss your plushie onto your bed, and then yourself right after it. With a deep groan, you smash your face against the comforter, trying to release some of the tension.

You hope he's at least a little bit like Thor when it comes to receiving gifts, polite and gracious even if the gift is really weird or random. You're horrendously terrible at figuring out what people want or like, and figuring out Thor is still something on your to-do list. 

Giving gifts is one of the few ways you know of to get people to notice you, so it stings a bit when gift after gift is ignored or set aside, even the things that don't really seem like gifts. Like for Thor, you noticed he developed a craving for sugary, processed foods shortly after joining the Avengers. So, you got him a variety pack of the most unhealthy types of cereal. You knew it was a stupid idea the second he patted your head and placed it on the counter without really looking at it. It hurt it a bit when you saw others eat it, but at least that gift was used by someone you know, which you can't say for everything else you'd gotten others for birthdays or holidays or "I just like you" days.

Your gifts are always ending up in junk piles or in the trash.

Maybe the fern would break that pattern?

After what felt like years of waiting, you get up and open your door as casually as you could make it look. You walk down the hall and around the little corner you were hiding behind before, and face Loki's door.

You try not to make it obvious when you look down, so you turn and keep walking by and just barely glance downwards.

It's gone! That means he saw it, right? Does he like it?

You can't help the smile that breaks your mask. He likes it, right? Just the thought of him smiling sent unfamiliar giddiness up from your belly to your chest. If you saw him smile in real life, your heart might just fly away.

But, instead of flying away, it breaks. Just as you enter the common room, you see the bottom of the terracotta pot sticking out from the garbage bin in the corner, the orange color drawing your eye towards it.

Oh.

The room is empty, so he probably just tossed it the second he saw it. Hearing laughter again, you walk towards the window and see a few people outside, enjoying the sunshine. Thor is the one laughing, chatting with Steve about something you couldn't make out. Loki is there, too, standing to the side with his arms crossed and his brows knit together so tightly they might snap off.

He glances briefly in your direction. You swear he's making eye contact, but there's no way he can see you through the dark tint of the glass.

You sigh, shuffling your feet a bit as you turn back around. Plucking the fern from the trash, you gently shake it to get the plastic off that stuck to one of the leaves. You carry it back to your room with you, berating yourself for getting teary-eyed and for the too-much bad feeling that fills your belly like lead.

After finding the fern a home next to your already mature staghorn fern, you sit and wait for dinner. If your memory is correct, the chef who makes all the meals for everyone is making something familiar to you tonight, so at least there is something to look forward to.

Loki glares at you as you take your seat across from him. Months ago, you claimed a chair where no one sat across from you on the long dining table purposefully. You hate when people watch you eat, or try to engage you in conversation when you have food in your mouth. Then Loki moved in and claimed the opposite chair.

The dining table was never packed, since there were always at least a few people absent for various reasons, so it was quite alarming when Loki chose that seat and stared at you with his icy eyes until you finished your meal. It was like he wanted you to get up and move, even though you sat down that day before he did.

Since then, he's given up on intimidating you into moving. He still sits there, of course, so it's extra awkward now that he's back to glaring at you after your failed attempt at friendship.

He knows, doesn't he? Why else would he be looking at me like he's trying to make me explode through the force of his glare alone?

Thor sat down to the left of Loki, his plate already mostly empty. He makes some comments about how the dish tastes like something from Asgard, but it's hard for you to make out with everyone else talking and scraping cutlery on their dishes.

Unfortunately, Thor must've asked you something, since he's looking at you like, "well?"

Even worse, Loki looks interested in your answer.

You swallow your bite. "Uhm… could you repeat that?"

Thor repeats himself, "I asked if you enjoyed the sunshine today. It has been such a welcome reprieve from the storms as of late." He winks, as if he had something to do with the storms, though you know he doesn't care enough to mess with the weather here. After elbowing Loki, he continues, "Even Loki basked in the sunlight this afternoon."

Loki doesn't seem to care enough to retort. He just keeps…. staring.

"Uhm… I went out this morning before the clouds parted. So… no, I didn't really enjoy the sunshine…"

Thor's eyes dart to Loki quickly before he looks back at you. "Oh? Where did you go?"

"Uhm… to town. For some shopping." You hope that's enough of an answer, but with the way the brothers just keep staring, you know it's not. "I bought some stuff for my room."

Thor brightly smiles. "Perhaps Loki could join you on your next shopping adventure. His room is still bare."

You hope you hide your disappointment well enough. Since you tried to get something for Loki's room, it hurts all the more knowing that he's actively looking for things and he rejected your gift. "Yeah. Maybe next time…"

Loki looks at you oddly. It's a subtle expression, one you hadn't seen on him before. Your mind ran through every instance you've seen an expression like that on someone else, but there was nothing. You hope it isn't disgust.

You trip your way through the rest of Thor's agonizing small talk then bring your plate to the dishwasher. Loki follows you, scraping his plate off into the compost bin. His elbow brushes your side ever so slightly, making your eyes widen. "Uhm, excuse me…" you say, as if you had bumped into him. You slot your dishes in the washer and walk away, feeling heat creep up your cheeks and your ears.

As you're walking to your quarters, a thought comes to mind.

Maybe he's just picky. Maybe a plant was the wrong gift. Books? He likes books, right? I've got hundreds stacked on my floor, at least one has to be interesting to him…

With a new goal, you quicken your pace and head directly to the stacks leaning precariously every which way against one of the walls.

Ah hah!

Without toppling anything over, you manage to snag the complete Lord of the Rings trilogy. This one is a cheap copy, one that you'd dog-eared and written in and highlighted. You think about buying him a new copy, but your impatience is winning.

If I put this in front of his door now, it'll be less obvious than giving it to him after another shopping trip.

Similar to earlier that day, you made sure everyone was still in the dining room before placing the book against the wall. You stick a little heart-shaped sticky note on the cover:

"I know you don't like it here much. I know what it's like to feel like everyone hates you. Maybe this might take your mind off it? Anyway, please don't throw this one away. It's actually mine, but you can keep it if you promise you won't damage it further. If you don't want it, maybe just put it in the common room?"

Like before, you leave off your name, hoping it might save you a sliver of embarrassment later if you find the book lying about elsewhere or in the trash.

You go to bed shortly after, forcing your anxiety to settle down as you anticipate the morning.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Run Rabbit

Stalker!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Word count: 913

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, stalker!nat, public sex, public play, primal play, hunter/prey, toxic ideology

Authors notes: This was the first one I wrote for kinktober and probably still one of my favorites that I wrote this whole month.

You always knew she was there. You just never actually saw her unless she wanted you to. It was rare if ever that she let you see her.

The first time you saw her you were sitting down at a crowded mall. She had sat right next to you, a hand coming up on the back of your neck before you could even register it. A moan wanting to come out but you stopped yourself.

You had looked over to see a face hidden by a face mask and sunglasses with her hoodie pulled up. You could see small wisps of red peaking out.

“Don't scream. Don't say a word.” She speaks just loud enough to hear you. “I know you've wanted this for sometime. Saw you posting about it on your blog. So I did some digging and found out you lived right near me. I've always wanted to do this, but I didn't know until I saw your pictures and your posts,” her grip tightens and you go from frightened to fuzzy as she restricts your air. “That it had to be you, bunny.”

You wanted to open your mouth and protest, but as she let go a moment only to restrict you again, her nails digging in slightly just enough to leave little red crescent marks before slowly disappearing.

She leaned in, whispering in your ear, “I'm gonna keep an eye on you bunny. You're my little bunny now.” A shiver ran through you as her voice tickled the shell of your ear. Your eyes fluttered closed as she let go of you, getting up and disappearing into the crowd.

That was only the first of many encounters until finally you got what you truly wanted.

You made a very deliberate post about a fantasy. You wanted to be chased through the woods until you got caught and then fucked. No matter how much you screamed no matter if you said that you didn't want it. You saw her like the post immediately and a private message saying

“I can't wait.”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

There was a chill in the air as the sun sat low in the sky. Autumn was coming in quickly, but you had worn revealing clothes to make the chase more exciting once she caught you. A thrill shot through you at the idea of it. You knew you shouldn't be turned on by the idea of your stalker chasing you through the woods to inevitably fuck you, but you very much were.

A hand on your shoulder and the whisper in your ear, “Run bunny.”

Your heart pounded as you took that first step. Running through the crunching leaves breathing heavy and heart ready to come out of your chest. Hiding behind a tree as you try to stay quiet and yet.

A hand wraps around your throat, eyes snapping up to look at her. No mask, no glasses, no hoodie. She'd always stayed hidden, but here she was before you making your head spin for multiple reasons.

Her free hand found its way up your skirt. Feeling over your clothed cunt you hear a deep rumble of a chuckle.

“You're so soaked, bunny. Is this all for Me?” Her husky voice is in your ear. You nod dumbly at her words, but she smacks your cheek, bringing you back to her. “Words bunny.” A moan left you before you were able to answer.

“Yes My Fox. All for you.” You were desperate for her. She smirked at the nickname. Assuming you had gotten it from her blog. Just as she had gotten yours from your blog.

Her hand moved from between your legs to pull out the strap she was packing. She pulled your panties to the side and slid through your folds. Both of you moaning out at the contact. She picked you up and easily slipped inside of you.

“Fuck…bunny…feels so good.” She moaned out as she started to pound into you. You felt the tree dig into your back as she pounded up into you.

“So fucking good Fox.” You gripped onto her, your nails clawing down her back as her lips left their mark on your neck.

You had wanted this, needed this for so long. No one would ever play how you wanted. None of your partners thought it was okay, told you to seek help before leaving and yet here you were getting fucked in the woods by your stalker.

Did you need help?

Probably.

But right now, nothing else mattered besides how she was making you feel.

“Fuck…bunny I'm cumming. Want you to cum with me.” Her hand finds your throat once more, that fuzzy feeling coming back as you felt that build up. As she fell over the edge, so did you.

You couldn't remember a better orgasm than the one you just had. As you were tentatively set down your legs wobbled and your Fox kept a hold on you as she situated herself back and picked you up.

You took another look up at her as she carried you bridal style out of the woods. She was absolutely beautiful. How did you get so lucky to have someone like her?

If anyone ever heard you call your stalker beautiful and that you were lucky to have her they'd think you were crazy and well maybe you were, but you were hers and you didn't want to be sane if it meant not having her.

[ybklix]

Wearing lose shirt with nothing underneath & sitting on his lap ?? 😵‍💫 Lee know?

minho’s lap😮‍💨

take it off

♡ lee minho

⟡summary: Your boyfriend loves to tease you and make you feel good even after a tiring day at work.

❀ pairing: idol lee know x fem reader

♡ genre - warnings: smut, established relationship, dom! minho, teasing, slight dirty talk, fingering, masturbation, spanking, unprotected sex

word count: 3k

a/n: my first request ig wohoo u little minhoes, is this how it works? lol, i had this in my head since minho is tio by zayn coded

You missed Minho, you haven't seen him for days because he was busy at work, you knew that during these dates it was difficult to see him, and then it became almost impossible once he returned to make his presentations, even staying all night in the place. But tonight he promised to see you, lately he ended up so tired that all he did was go to his dorm to rest, sadly you had to insist that he agreed to see you, he also missed you intensely but when it came to his work he got too serious, after all, he had a reputation and image to maintain.

You had cooked for Minho variety of his favorite dishes, you were a little exhausted but it would be worth it to see his tender face light up when he ate something delicious. You were in the kitchen, setting everything up when you heard the characteristic sound of your door indicating that someone was coming in, you smiled broadly and almost run to your foyer to see who it was. Minho was wearing blue jeans, a simple white shirt and a thin jacket loose to his body, he was completely covered even though it was a hot summer day in the city, he couldn't risk being recognized.

You pounced on him and hugged him by the neck, you had missed him so much you couldn't get enough of saying it, Minho reciprocated the hug right away, holding tightly to your lower back.

“Oh, y/n” Minho said while he could still breathe in the smell of your hair.

“Don't let us stop seeing each other for so long” you warned him in a stern but gentle tone once you parted.

Minho smiled as he watched you tenderly and nodded, removing his jacket and face mask.

“What's that?” you asked him as you noticed he was carrying plastic bags from somewhere he shopped in his hand.

“Ah, a dessert for later, come on let's go” Minho added confidently, walking into your apartment.

Minho walked next to you to the kitchen with his hand gently on your butt and finally saw what you had cooked for him.

“Woah, it looks delicious. Thank you, love” Minho walked over to you giving you a kiss on your head.

You watched his round eyes sparkle as he sat down to eat, you wanted to hear everything from him, even though you texted daily and were updated on every single thing he did, you wanted to hear him talk and talk.

“I'll take a picture and post it” he said before picking up the chopsticks.

You smiled at the horrendous angle he took the pictures and joined him for dinner. You didn't want to ask him about work, his face looked a little dull and tired that you didn't know if it was right to start talking about it, but there was nothing else to say, since he spent more time at the company than with you, you both knew that starting a relationship would be sometimes a lonely dynamic, still it was worth every second when you were with him, as if he rewarded you double and you forgot that you don't see him that often. Still you tried to be gentle and say to him:

“Did you have a long day today?”

Minho looked at you and stopped eating for a second.

“Yes, kind of, it was long because it was a day of waiting and small recordings, there were no rehearsals so I found it tedious.”

You could tell it was one of those days by seeing his perfectly coiffed hair and light makeup a bit already worn on his face.

“Did you pick the best pictures for the album?” you said to him amused.

“Sure, I posed like this” he replied amused making a random pose by putting his hands behind his head.

Minho smiled, adorably raising his high cheekbones and you caught his laughter. He kept telling you more details, you adored listening to him talk, he even shared his upcoming schedule to see which days he could dedicate his day only to you, you sighed watching him, sometimes you wanted to be a clingy girlfriend going everywhere he went but, you had to keep your posture.

“When we go to Busan, you're coming with me, I'm not asking you” he commented seriously looking at you intensely, you knew him well, yes he meant it but his intention of being intense was just him being a bit of a tease.

You nodded, giving him a kiss on the cheek; after a few minutes he wanted to tidy up and wash all the dishes used as he was always helpful no matter what, you begged to help him as he insisted that you should stay seated to rest the food.

You were next to him, helping him to dry the dishes while Minho washed each pot cautiously, you loved the closeness of his body, honestly you were totally willing for tonight to be one of those tender ones where later he takes a shower and you both go to sleep cuddled up, but you lost yourself in the movement of his big soapy hands, the skillful crush of the sponge and his marked arms with notorious veins... that's when you realized that you didn't just need Minho's company, you needed everything from him, and when you least thought about it, you remembered that it had been long days without sex. You decided to blame your random horny thoughts to the heat of the day, despite having your apartment cool, outside it was a total mess, strong sun during the day and dry and hot nights, you wore shorts and a loose button down blouse that Minho bought you on one of his many trips, he always did that, he bought something for you, but definitely his favorite thing to give you as a gift was clothes that matched his.

You were relieved that Minho didn't notice that you suddenly became aroused at the thought of his hands touching your body, nor that he noticed you looking at him shamelessly, he was just there innocently helping you wash your dishes; otherwise if he had noticed he would start with his double meaning comments and his arrogant little smile, you didn't want it now, you felt completely needy that you didn't need any more humiliation by your boyfriend.

You both finished and Minho decided to rest a bit in your living room making himself comfortable on the couch.

“You'll stay here to sleep, right?” you asked standing in front of him.

“Mmhum” gasped Minho as he stretched his body closing his eyes and trying to relax, “Seungmin is in charge of the dorm, I told him not to disturb at all.”

Minho stared at you, you smiled and were ready to sit next to him until you noticed how he patted his thigh indicating you to sit on his lap, you couldn't be happier and fell on his legs hugging his neck, positioning your body sideways on top of him. You loved sitting on his lap, his thighs were strong and worked, you were so comfortable and your ass accommodated perfectly with no problem, Minho also knew how much you loved it too, as well as slapping his thighs with your ass as you jumped on his cock.

For him it was simple, when he wanted to have you, he did, he would get hard in seconds when it came to you, he still loved to tease you and prolong the process, torturing you both.

“How much did you miss me?” he murmured with an arrogant tone in a low, thick voice.

You slowly lost your sanity as you looked into his leering eyes and heard his tone, oh god, you thought, of course he was going to fuck you tonight, you were so excited that your lower part started to react. Minho was holding you tightly by the waist with his left hand while with his right one, he caressed your thighs.

“You know that I missed you so much, Minho” you stared at him.

“I needed you too, princess.”

He said and moved closer to you to give you a slow, fiery kiss, you needed him so much, you wanted to jump on his cock now, you were so wet and ready, you wanted to feel full, you could feel him too, so hard in a short time, but Minho… he liked slow play and it was killing you inside.

You moaned between the kiss and pulled your body back as you felt Minho's heavy, warm hand rub your center on top of your garment, you knew perfectly well that Minho could keep you like this for a long time, kissing you hotly until your lips swelled; his hand on your waist began to slide inside your loose blouse finally feeling his touch of skin on yours, making you feel so good, Minho moved his hand up to notice your exposed tits, cupping them tightly as he moved his kisses down your jaw and neck, he was still surprised by the sudden delight of feeling your breasts in his hand.

“Why aren't you wearing anything underneath, princess?” he gasped between kisses, feeling his heavy, hot breath on your neck.

You hated talking when Minho made you so bad, your breathing was so ragged and ragged, but knowing him, you knew he always wanted an answer; if you didn't he would make a sudden move on you and growl through his teeth 'I'm talking to you'.

“It's a hot day and... I'm in the comfort of my home, Minho…” you tried to sound as poised as possible.

Minho smiled sideways and squeezed your nipples and the grip on your pussy tighter, causing you to reflexively close your legs a little.

“Or is it because you love to tease me and were so ready for me, kitten, wearing clothes with easy access” Minho whispered in your ear, massaging your breasts harder, “Besides, how do I know you weren't out there like a little slut going shopping to make dinner with nothing on underneath.”

You shook softly, when he made those kinds of comments you knew you were in for a bit of physical punishment so you bit your lip at the memory of his heavy hand on your ass.

“Stand up for a moment baby” he ordered you in a rough voice, you almost moaned as you stopped feeling his hands on you, it felt so wrong when he stopped touching you, “Turn around” he said and positioned you with your back to him.

You listened as he sat up a little from the couch and suddenly you felt his hand squeeze your thigh and then both them search for the button of your shorts, deftly removing them, you were so excited by every slow movement your boyfriend made and it was so unexpected, in a second he could kneel you down and make you suck his cock, or bend you over and start penetrating you, curiosity was eating you to know what he was going to do with you, but you just decided to enjoy every second of it.

Minho took the elastics of your panties and pulled them tight leaving your sensitive and wet pussy exposed, he massaged your ass with two of his hands and you felt a soft kiss on your skin, suddenly nothing, you turned around confused and found your boyfriend trying to pull down his tight pants from his thighs, despite being a bit baggy, once he sat down they became tight on his big legs and finally free him of that denim that burdened his cock. You bit your lip internally screaming to feel his stiff penis in you; Minho pulled down his underwear releasing his throbbing sex full of energy.

“Come here” he grabbed your arm tightly, “I want to smack your cute ass a little.”

You frowned confused trying to have an explanation, “But..” you tried to say but Minho was being rough moving you.

You swallowed nervously and put your abdomen on his thighs, leaving your ass at his mercy as you felt his erection rubbing a little on your waist.

“Don't expect me to be gentle” moaned Minho, lifting your big, loose blouse a little and giving you a hard spanking and then squeezing the injured area.

You gasped in pain, and pleasure as you felt his fingers fuck your entrance all of a sudden, Minho gave you another four hard spanks with his right hand, leaving his hand branded on your ass while with his other hand he mercilessly moved his fingers in you, you were so close to cumming from the pain and pleasure that you felt a little guilty that you find something like that so fucking exciting, but that was Minho, if he didn't make you suffer a little in sex then it wasn't him, even when you made love which was supposed to be sweet and romantic, he fucked you so deep that he made you dig your nails into his back.

Minho saw your legs contract waiting for you to unload all your tension, you were about to tell him you were going to cum, but he stepped forward and stopped, pulling you by your hair with his left hand and telling you full of desire, “Come here, I'm not done yet, you can't cum until I tell you.”

He made you sit back on his lap for which you moaned for your newly hurt ass, this time turning your back to him, you moaned as you felt his hard cock press against your back, he grabbed your waist a little to lift you up and position his dick between your wet labia, making you both moan, the firmness of his manhood felt so good pressed against your soaked cunt, enveloping it perfectly that you wanted to start moving, but you were completely in submissive mode, it was obvious that you couldn't do anything because it was one of those times when your boyfriend took total control.

Minho moved your loose hair out of the way and positioned his face on the side of your neck. He was so turned on he wanted to see everything of you, he was so needy for your pussy squeezing his cock but the long wait turned him on more, more with your needy gaze and sizzling gasps.

“Take off your shirt, baby” he commanded in your ear.

You were about to bend over and take it off over your head like any normal garment but Minho stopped you, “No, no, do it button by button.”

You almost whimpered at the feel of his throbbing cock under your dripping pussy and you being able to do nothing about it; with trembling hands you tried to do it as fast as you could while Minho watched with so much amusement.

“Good girl, you're a good girl for me” Minho murmured as he saw you managed to do as he asked, “Let's get it off” he gently slid your blouse off, finally leaving you naked.

“I want you to show me…” he muttered again, taking your dominant hand and bringing it to your cunt, “How much you missed me, I want to see how you played with your pussy pretending it was me, did you do that, princess?” gasped Minho.

“Yes” you moaned as you touched his tip pressing against your pussy.

It wasn't a lie, the nights were long and boring without Minho and your only companion at times was your faithful vibrator, but nothing compared to him.

You settled your body a little, rubbing your wetness against his erection and let yourself lean on his chest as you tried to stimulate your clitoris giving him the show he wanted. Your squirts were falling on his cock, you closed your eyes letting yourself go as he squeezed your thigh and your tit. Minho was getting the best view possible, watching you squirm for him as you rubbed his swollen cock.

You gasped, your entrance was a little hard to reach in that position and more so with your boyfriend's big erect dick between your folds.

“Were you moaning my name while you were doing it alone, you dirty slut?”

“Mmm… Mi-minho” you whimpered as you continued to play with your clit and subtly rubbed yourself on his cock.

Minho was so lubed too, he moaned to feel your little movements, if you kept this up he was about to cum too. You started stimulating yourself slowly but your heart rate was getting higher and higher, speeding up your own movements in your pussy too, you were so ready to cum on your boyfriend's cock that you were frustrated that you didn't want your own fingers to be the ones satisfying you, so you thought you were going to give him what he craved so much.

“Fuck me, Minho, do it now, please” you whined in his ear.

Minho smiled to hear you begging.

“Then sit on my cock now, princess, take it and ride it well” he gasped.

Agitated, trying to get back all your senses as you incorporated feeling the incredible wetness of your pussy and let yourself fall on Minho's cock, sliding so easily and smoothly inside of you, still, you ached. You both sighed in pleasure finally as you were joined and you began to jump up and down non-stop being heard in the room the grotesque sound of your wet cunt, your ass falling hard on Minho's thighs and the gasps of both of you.

“Cum for me, princess, cum all over my cock now” Minho whispered excitedly.

Minho helped you by holding your waist and when you felt a little overwhelmed you let yourself lean on his chest still with his t-shirt on and he began to ram you hard lifting his hips, while he played with your clit. You felt him so close too, you whimpered with bated breath and fell surrendered in orgasm, sitting on his cock and thighs.

“You did it so well, princess and dinner was delicious, thank you” Minho told you agitated but sweetly, stroking your hair.

[zomb-rabbit]

Rabbit

Rabbit I'm begging you to do stalker headcanons with Mh or EMH guys (you don't gotta ofc! But w o ah)

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AAAA IM SO HAPPY U LIKED THEM !!!! I WAS RLLY HAPPY W HOW THE TOBY ONES CAME OUT :)))) also,,,, watch me hit u w ALL the guys !!!!!!!!!!!!!! (nsfw can come later if u wish fishy, i skipped it cus this is alr a super long post BFJSJFNJS) (also i got to use my rainbow dividers i have saved up cus there's so many ppl YAYYYYYYY)

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Stalker!Brian Thomas / Hoodie / Tim Wright / Masky / Evan Myers / HABIT x gn!reader headcanons :)

Brian ;

ok we know Brian likes to record

so expect there to be at least one camera on you a majority of the time

sometimes he'll leave it in a tree or placed just right behind a fence post, zoomed in on your bedroom window so he can document you and your routine even when he's busy

he's so thoughtful 😸😸😸

definitely the type to perfectly curate a "meet-cute" for the both of you, writing down the coffee place you stop off at on mondays for a pick-me-up, the stores you go to that have your favorite brand of something, he calculates his every action with you long before it's happened.

he knows what he's doing is wrong, but unlike Toby, he's not exactly ashamed of it. if anything he likes the added excitement that you could still find him out

this is one of the times him and Hoodie kind of blur together a little bit, both in morals and actions

Brian is fully willing to do whatever it takes to keep eyes on you and to keep you under his thumb and his alone; it doesn't matter who gets in his way

Hoodie ;

also a big fan of recording, but tends to get much more risky with it

likes the feeling that you might catch a little camera that's nestled in between some trinkets and books or a pile of blankets you keep on your couch

he is a creepy creeper . he wants to watch EVERYTHING

gets his feelings hurt when you close your curtains cus you feel eyes on you (you're right, but still :(()

it takes a lot to deter him from doing everything in his power to keep watch over you

he's not even sure of his own motives, really. sure, he wants to keep you safe and make sure no one else is watching you, but most of the time he's just there to watch.

you're like a doll to him, something to entertain him.

Masky ;

this isn't even part of this i just wanna say the vibe for stalker Masky (and just him in general tbh) for me feels a lot like the intro to My Meds Aren't Working by Dystopia . very slow, calculating, stuck in your own head but still zeroed in on one thing

and it's you ofc !!!!

i think Masky is one of the more scarier guys to have stalking you on this lineup honestly. hot? yes absolutely. terrifying to see constantly out of the corner of your eye, sitting at the bus stop outside your job, standing in the parking lot of the gas station by your apartment complex and staring up into your window? YES VERY

he's haunting. he doesn't go up to you, will go completely brick wall at you if you try to come up to him, and you can never tell what emotion is going on behind his eyes. the few times you've walked closer to him, likely on the street in the earlier stages, he looked hungry. like he was waiting and watching for your guard to be down to do something.

if he knows you'll be out, he'll get into your house to steal some of your clothes- likely your underwear (creepy crawler) and a sleep shirt

you will never see him without the mask on. point blank. not to smoke, eat, anything. he is not human or himself when he's around you; he needs to absorb everything about you.

i don't think of him to be the type to film you, would rather be there in person 24/7. it feels more personal to him.

Tim ;

one of the few guys that feels guilt about what he's doing- he knows how scary it is to feel watched all the time. how awful it is to find out you were right.

he’s embarrassed of himself; he’s prided himself on being stoic and independent for so long that this sudden urge to love you and watch you and know you gives him waves of shame

watches from afar, would definitely try and avoid letting himself get too close to you in person. he’s ashamed of it, but he can’t help himself- he needs you, even if at a distance. 

steals clothes you’ve slept in so he can try and satiate his yearning to be close to you without actually needing to be so vulnerable, with you or anyone

his near dependency on you reminds me of It Will Come Back by Hozier, his obsession is fed by breadcrumbs from the few in-person up close encounters he’s had with you. smiles when he comes into where you work, nervous little waves when you catch him looking at you at the store, soft 'excuse me!'s when you pass by him

you drive him up a wall (lovingly)

Evan ;

Evan feels guilty, but for the ‘wrong’ reasons

i say ‘wrong’ because he’s more concerned with you inevitable introduction to the whole Habit mess, not with the morals of stalking and obsessing over you

despite his guilt, he can’t get enough of you. his persistence rivals Brian's; it’s almost immediate that he tries to get you with him

latches onto you for fear of you leaving- honestly less of a stalker and more on the obsessive side. not good at keeping his hands to himself. 

you might be one of the only cases where he tries to bargain and/or work with Habit, in an attempt to keep you safe or keep you near him out of desperation if you're not listening to him when he tries to convince you to stay with him essentially 25/8

touchy obsessive little critter . give him what he wants before he goes sicko mode (being 10 feet away from you at all times)

Habit ;

does not hide himself AT ALL

will actively be letting you know he's watching

seeing him behind you in mirrors, rabbit motifs everywhere, a random blood splatter in plain sight that no one else seems to see.

he watches, he knows, and he learns

what things make you the most paranoid, all the ways he can slowly introduce himself in a more. friendly light to get you to trust him. to love him.

he's what's best for you, whether you like it or not. it just might take some time for you to get there

ironically for him, think 'The Best Is Yet To Come' by Frank Sinatra. it's just a matter of time before things get so much better. for the both of you, of course!

[ckret2]

YOU FOUND PSYCHOLOGY BOOKS THAT ARE SYMPATHETIC TO NARCISSISTS???? Please, please, the holy grail!!! I've been trying to reverse engineer some shit from other Cluster Bs and my experience writing villains!

I've got one "yes" and one "maybe."

The "yes" is Unmasking Narcissism by Mark Ettensohn. The perspective is "you're friends, family, and/or coworkers with a narcissist who's stressing you the fuck out; here's what's going on in their head that makes them act that way (✨it's the trauma✨) and here's ways you can reach out to them that'll defuse the tension in a way that's honest but gels with their needs & perspective."

It's written with the assumption that the narcissist in question isn't acting with malice and isn't trying to hurt someone's feelings, and also with the assumption that the reader's relationship with the narcissist might not only be one they have to maintain (i.e., their boss), but also one they WANT to maintain (i.e., their spouse). It portrays narcissists as people you can like and who you can have reasonable conversations with. It spends like one page on "sometimes, a narcissist actually might be a mean abuser. If you've got one of those, get outta there. but we're not talking about those guys, we're talking about all the other perfectly decent narcissists with crummy social skills" and moves on.

I'm about halfway through it, but like, I don't expect its perspective to radically change in the second half.

The "maybe" is "Narcissism: Denial of the True Self" by Alexander Lowen. I picked it up because it looks promising, BUT I HAVEN'T READ IT YET, so this isn't a recommendation, it's a "this one might be worth looking into."

But just based on the blurb: the writer entertains the possibility that the reader might have picked up the book because they're a narcissist that's trying to understand themself better; it says that "contrary to popular belief" narcissism isn't rooted in excessive self love but rather in anxiety and an attempt to mask their true self; and it's geared toward advising narcissists on how to heal & improve (rather than advising "victims of narcissists").

But on the other hand: the book was first published 40 years ago. And just from the blurb it sounds like the research is at least a liiittle out of date.

But even if the info is dated, that also means it's from WAY before the most recent trend of rampant vilification of narcissists, so dated might be an asset if you're willing to take it with a grain of salt and compare any claims against more recent research.

Again, though—this is based on me literally judging a book by its (back) cover. It's possible that the blurb is misleading and the first line of the book is "Narcissists (or, as my colleagues and I call them, Satan's Manipulative Little Bitch Babies)—" So if you read it and it turns out it sucks, 1) sorry about that, and 2) let me know so I don't waste my time on it.

[chocsra]

idk abt others but yes i do eat up every single one of ur hs au bc it's so silly and yes i am looking at you with a chuuya plushie in my hand to ask for a dazai x reader hs au fanfic

✧ "YOU ARE THE CITY OF MY HEART"

☆ synopsis ↺: skipping class with your classmate, dazai yet again. but this time, you explore the ocean of your feelings together.

☆ content ↺: HIGHSCHOOL AU 15ZAI, musical prodigy! dazai, photographer! dazai, introvert! dazai, slightly ooc, fluff

☆ NOW PLAYING ↺: UNDERSTAND — keshi

☆ w/c ↺: 2k

you don't think you have ever lived without noise,

ever since you were a kid, you were talked your ear off by your parents, lectured by several adults, and screamed plentifully with friends. when there was silence, there was music to mask it. good or bad noise, it existed, survived, and was a huge part of your life.

but you,

Dazai Osamu, are probably the quietest person you've ever known.

the only sound you could associate with him was the shutter of a camera taking a picture—the same sound you've been continually hearing.

It was a regular school day, both dressed in full uniform, baking under the bright rays of the morning sun. There wasn't anything particularly wrong about this day. you could pick off the reddening leaves from bark-ridden tree branches and soak in the imprint of tree stumps, looking ever so similar to that of a fingerprint. it was a pretty autumn day; you just so happened to get to see that. you think, taking a withering leaf into the palm of your hand.

shutter.

"osamu, stop taking photos of me." —you chide, gently swatting the pointed camera out of view. the brunette in front of you, currently crouching, laughs boyishly as he removes his face pressed against the camera, gaze now overseeing the autumn sight before him. "sorry," dazai whispers, tinkering with a few buttons to review the photos he took. "you don't have to skip class with me, y'know." he murmurs, eyes glued to his camera.

he was a photographer, a pretty one at that. quiet and mysterious, you were rather surprised to learn that a boy reads fine literature and other classical means. sometimes, he picked up a violin or combined delicate fingers to gracefully waltz with a grand piano. his most prized possession was a camera, freezing the most beautiful of the intricacies of nature and people. but who was he? the boy who read books instead of taking notes in lectures, wavy chocolate brown hair that sun rays adored to find a home in, and a tall and slim build fitted in a school uniform and bandages. to capture the slope of his cheek, the deep hazel in hollow irises, and his olive skin. he was Dazai Osamu, a walking mystery.

so, you'd like to know where you stood with him in terms of relationship and if he even likes you at all. skipping class together, sneaking in your window at night, pretending to hang out with friends if it meant seeing him—it didn’t feel like something close friends did, like he was a secret you wanted to keep for yourself. but you couldn’t tell if that greed was reciprocated, if he was bored, or even considered you a close friend, a best friend. but instead of worrying too much, you only watch how his fingers work with a bulky camera, capturing nature's highs and lows.

“i know,” you twiddle with your fingers, grumbling, “class is boring anyway.” the brunette furrows his brows at the photos, brushing your excuse off, “this is shit. i think i’ve taken enough photos around the school.” he groans softly; you could practically hear his creative mind burning in the process. “did you delete the picture of me?” you question, standing over the lanky boy’s crouched form. “no, that one is good. i mean, the actual background, it's all repetitive.”

you tap a finger on your chim, “ahh,” you hum, pretending to understand his perspective. “winter should be here already.” the teenager grumbles under his breath before letting go of the camera to let it hang off his neck. you pace around slowly, feeling the surface of leaves crushing under your heels. “I mean, you don’t have to stay in school if you’re already skipping class.” you mutter, watching as a boyish grin lights up on his face. “you’re right, [y/n]! let’s go!”

a cold hand wraps his fingers around yours before dragging you to the nearest exit—"dazai!” you whine as the brunette drags you, “it’s cooooolllddddd!” you complain, your scarf nearly falling off as you run and run. hand in hand. this rather rushing feeling brings you a taste of memories you barely remember you had.

no one understood Dazai Osamu,

because he was a prodigy, he was something. something big, something great, something that made other geniuses seethe in envy. the boy had extraordinary intellect but a weak mind. no, dazai wasn't weak. he was just always unwell to a certain degree, and to most, it didn't take much to figure out—wearing long sleeves in summer, loving bandages for the comforting feelings even if he didn't need them, and reading books guiding the suicidal. dazai never hid it—that he was unwell, almost like a cry for help.

but for the genius that he was, nobody understood that.

but you did, in seventh grade. you were sniffling, pacing in remnants of snow as tears blurred your vision. though in your hazy field of sight, you outline the figure of one of your classmates approaching you, his tall frame catching the snowflakes from hitting your face. slowly, a boyish voice calls out.

"...are you okay?"

it was dazai, the stone-faced boy and talented prodigy. he wore a black trenchcoat, a little too big for his figure, and covered one of his chocolate brown eyes with bandages. you shook your head, a throbbing pain added from the tinge of snowflakes collecting in your hair. his stoic gaze never left you, standing there in the middle of a snowstorm, crying. the boy himself couldn't muster a feasible reason for walking outside in a snowstorm at this hour, so out of courtesy and a slight tinge of nervousness, he whispered, "let's go for a walk."

suddenly, nimble fingers reach out to grab yours; your fingers are used to originally wipe snot and cover your face. but dazai had no reaction to anything gross like that—like snot and tears. instead, he took shaky fingers into the cold ones of his own, pulling you gently along the sidewalk. you could barely make out his face or your feelings at the moment, only focused on his broad shoulders covered by that raven trench coat, soaking up snowflakes and the well of your tears.

from there, you walked and walked. hand in hand. soon running together with no particular destination—only feeling your body starting to warm up, sore feet clashing against snow, and his hand that never let go of yours.

Dazai Osamu never knew why you were crying, nor did you know what ever went through his head that day.

but from that moment forward,

you understood him.

soon, you were led by that same hand past pretty autumn leaves and into a foresty meadow, closed off from the rest of the world. several forms of wildlife scrapped by, followed by a murky pond under the sun's wake, surrounded by trees of reds and oranges. it perfectly provided what the school's campus couldn't—a sense of divergence reeling in the soft convolutions of your brain. "pretty, isn't it?"—the brunette chimes, panting from the long distance you two ran. "why'd you do that?" you grumble, rubbing your abdomen from an incoming sharp pain, "don't you have asthma?"

he immediately backtracks, shooting you an unamused glare, "that's.. enough." dazai huffs, before removing the strapped camera around his neck, "here, maybe you can take better pictures than i can." the boy chuckles shyly, a very drastic verbal response than his usual arrogance.

"hmm," a gentle hum slips past your lips, squinting one of your eyes in order to press the machine against your face. "i can try." after scouting the area with his camera for a few seconds, you began to snap a few shots at the darkening lake, carrying several leaves in its wake.

and as you paid full attention to the awaiting winter, dazai's gaze stayed on you, his autumn. his gaze softened and his slightly chapped lips parted in a momentary surprise, taking you in with every breath he took. Dazai himself loved photography; he loved capturing moments that would soon get lost in time. the brunette, with a talent for many things, found solace in photos. he loved to take photos of resting cats, dark sceneries you'd only find in an alleyway of a fantasy novel, and candid pictures of random couples on dates. dazai loved taking photos but detested that he didn't have a camera on hand at the moment—for he wanted to freeze this divine sight of you in the confines of his brain. your face, fingers, the dip and curve of every facial feature, and how the lighting kisses your skin and hair.

"how's it like? being a total genius?"

you were rather familiar with all your classmates, just curiously getting to know the mysterious musical prodigy, dazai osamu. it was a work period, and everyone in class already begun to slack off, especially since there was a supply.

and you knew that the lanky boy was eerily quiet when the school's athletic hotshot, Chuuya Nakahara, wasn't around. so, asking stupid questions won't exactly result in stupid answers, or so you thought.

"why? wanna be like me?" — he smiles teasingly, tilting his sharp jaw in your direction. "don't think someone who cries in the snow can do it, sorry." you freeze up and scoff, slightly embarrassed from the former interaction you had with him. "dick." a peaceful but awkward silence fills the air between both of you before the boy clears his throat awkwardly. "But i'd be willing to talk about it if you let me bother you at lunch.?"

the question itself caught you off guard. looking around at the chattering students, "i—" the brunette backtracked, hiding his face slightly with gauzed fingers. "Actually!—I am going to bother you. you're friends with chuuya, aren't you?" you shrug, eyes fluttering to the ground, "..i guess so, but i don't eat with him or his friends."

A breathless chuckle slips past the prodigy's lips before covering his mouth softly, completely ignoring you, "alright then, see you anyway, crybaby."

he hates himself for not knowing what to do with you, but he loved you more to let hate consume him, like usual. dazai wanted you; he didn't know what yearning was until he saw pieces of you in sunsets, rain and snow. he's felt destiny with his childhood friend, chuuya nakahara. but he's never felt something so desiring, pining — like he wanted to be with you every day. and maybe one of those days he'll feel you without the stupid gauze wrapped around his fingers. maybe one day he can hold your hand without the excuse of dragging you somewhere new. maybe one day, dazai will figure out how to ask you to be his, how to love you, because he's sure you're the one he wants to love.

"ahh, wait.."

you cock a brow at his shocked face, grabbing onto your sleeve as if the prodigy were reaching for the stars.

"I wish I were a painter, instead." the boy pouts, holding your sleeve childishly, pulling a chuckle from your throat, "why is that, huh?"

dazai's eyes, ever so empty and unfilled, now gleam, pretty and gentle. Softly reaching out to part a strand of hair behind the shell of your ear, gazing up at you feverishly. "usually, I'm so prideful about these things, photography.."

The prodigy clears his throat, his fingers threading through soft strands of hair tucked behind your ear. "But your eyes, they are really pretty." Your lips part bashfully surprised, overcoming your ability to move.

The boy continues as if his mouth was switched on autopilot: " So I wish I could paint them instead. I guess just looking works, too, though."

He smiles cheekily.

all you ever knew was noise,

but you, Dazai Osamu, had that kind of silence to keep you awake at night. Whether that'd be holding hands in a snowstorm, or the few moments he'd stare into your eyes.

Little did you know, that was the moment he fell in love. Or rather, the time it took him to realise you don't fall.

That love has grown before you can even realise it.

✧ chocsra™

[hyunjuenthusiast]

can you write a headcanon about y/n and hyunju living together or maybe hyun ju finding y/n secretly crying about her insecurities, thank u~~

Yayayyayay of course! I'm just gonna combine both of these! Thank you anon!

- Since Hyun-ju won the games, (she will NOT die in s3, I refuse) she bought her small house that she's always dreamed of.

- She loves nature, so I can imagine she'd want to live somewhere like the gif above with her significant other. Where they both can garden and take walks in the forest kinda like....

-I headcannon that she was def on a walk when the recruiter found her, she wanted to be one with nature! Anyway...

-Once you and her start living together, she's so attentive 😩 she'll make sure everything is to your liking, you don't fuck with the wallpaper?! Tare it down and pick out something you like! She just wants you to feel at home in your shared space!

- One of her love languages is acts of service, so she'll mostly do all the chores and cooking, if you happen to get to it before her she feels guilty. So she makes it up to you, either by spending time with you (more than she already does) or giving you a massage.

- Yalls closet is PACKED😭 And you share clothes! Her favorite thing to ware is a pastel purple sweater (I will DIE on this hill. She has a favorite pastel purple sweater!) And she likes skirts, but sometimes doesn't feel comfortable to ware them outside of your house.

- You guys have a whole ass bedtime routine! Skincare, baths, face masks, hair masks, hair curlers, and matching pajamas. Her toothbrush is the Pink one and yours is the white!

- CUDDLES! She can't sleep without touching you in some way! Spooning is good yes, but she prefers when you sleep ON her, like a weighted blanket.

- Shes always up first. Being in the military gave her a strict sense of schedule, and she's a morning person...unlike you. She's up most of the time before the sun. She'll watch you sleep for a while before she brushes her teeth and head down to the kitchen to make tea. Yes tea. Not coffee. Tea.

- She loves the way you look when you wake up, so messy, so cute! But she hates when you refuse to let her kiss you when you have morning breath, she dgaf! She just loves kissing you :(

- Hyun-ju knows all of your favorite recipes, and she cooks them pretty regularly, she likes her sweet S/O to be well fed and happy. Her favorite thing to eat is Kimchi Stu, it's always been a staple (and she really grew a taste for it after the games when they all had dinner with Geum-ja)

-One night, after she finished the dishes from making a delicious butter chicken recipe, she heads upstairs to your shared room. Apparently quiet enough that you didn't hear her come in. She immediately softens as she sees that your laying on her side of the bed, crying.

- you practically jump out of your skin as she spoons you from behind, and you quickly wipe your tears. "What's wrong, sweetness?" Shed ask softly, gently sliding your hair away from your beck so she can place kisses there. If you say it's nothing she's softly talk you through it, asking about the day and if she did anything wrong.

- if you feel comfortable enough to talk about it....she's melting inside. You trust her enough to be vulnerable?! Marry her?! But the second you say something bad about yourself, she cuts that shit SHORT. No one will insult her baby, not even yourself.

- if it's an insecurity about your weight, bitch she's worshiping your body the whole night cause excuse tf outta her?! She knows she must have misheard you. Your body is perfect to her. You're her goddess. And she'll show you.

-(I KNOW for a fact that she is the best pussy eater idgaf.)

- if it's a different insecurity, like your height, or looks or even acne, she guides you to the mirror and explains all the reasons why you're wrong. Softly of course.

- She's just basically to good to be true, such a green flag. Love her.

I can definitely do some nsfw headcannons if yall want, just lmk!!

[mylonelylittlestar]

My little star

Characters: Xavier Summary: random relationship headcanons with Xavier Warnings: None A/N: I've completely fallen in love with Love and Deepspace, especially with Xavier. It's truly hopeless

the type of boyfriend to get you matching pyjamas

he gets you so many that they slowly start to replace all of your own

likes to match with you even if you don't live together, so sometimes he just texts you to ask which pyjamas you're wearing so he can change into the matching one after he showered

if you ever gift him slippers, blankets, or pillows, he will keep them forever (even if it's something goofy like those big fluffy bunny slippers)

the best person to ask for good midnight snacks. He can recommend fantastic instant noodles, chips, crackers, or other snacks that are light and won't give you stomach aches late at night or negatively impact your sleep in any other way

very interested in your skincare routine (if you have one) and will try out any mask or cream that you give him

if you come up with a routine for him (a simple one, maybe, like the basic cleanser > toner > moisturizer), he will follow it diligently, dragging himself out of bed before he sleeps every day to do it because you were the one to pick those products for him and he doesn't want to waste that

he feels like it connects you to him, even if your routine is completely different and a bit more complicated

never cries during movies, no matter how sad they might be, but he does (on very rare occasions) get a bit teary-eyed

he will hold you if you cry during a movie, and he would never even think about making fun of you for it

he does secretly think that it's cute that you get so worked up about a movie

can sleep through anything. a bomb could go off in his house and he wouldn't know that it happened until he woke up

has seen every single episode of any shitty sitcom you can think of at least three times because he occasionally watches them while he sleeps

sometimes he quotes them but because he knows each of these shows so well now he always quotes the lesser known scenes and no one gets what he's talking about

you start to understand his references after a while, so sometimes he will quote some obscure scene from a super unpopular sitcom that got cancelled after one season and you're the only one laughing

secretly sneaks to the arcade sometimes to practice the claw machine game because he wants to get you the plushies you don't have yet (and to impress you)

he ends up getting dozens of repeats of plushies that you already own. he collects in a small storage room in his apartment that used to be empty

he ends up giving them away when the collection gets out of control, donating them to a children's hospital nearby

gets all shy when you find out about it, blushing bright red like a tomato (or a wasabi octopus)

knows about every single 24 hour store in the city because of his odd sleeping habits and always knows what to do no matter what time it is

you can't sleep and want to go on a date at 3:27 am? he knows a place

if someone is mean to you he will try his hardest to deescalate the situation, but he's also fully willing to fight the person if that doesn't work

I mean have you read his Anecdotes 2? He doesn't give a fuck. He'd prefer not to fight, sure, but if it's unavoidable? What is he gonna do? Not fight and defend you? Ridiculous.

The fandom has already started turning him into this soft uwu stereotype, but the thing is that that's... just not him? He's sweet and kind, yes, but that's not all he is. He's complicated! He has layers!

if he ever falls asleep during a date he would feel awful about it for days, even if you reassure him that it's fine and that you're glad that he feels safe enough around you to fall asleep

he tries to make it up to you with a different date and he falls asleep again, which starts a vicious, endless cycle

when he finally does get over his guilt it's only because you fall asleep during a date after you had a long day at work

knows when you cheat in kitty cards, but sometimes he just lets you get away with it, especially if he knows you had a stressful day at work. He hopes that the win will cheer you up

his good night kisses are forehead kisses while his good morning kisses are on top of your head if you didn't sleep over or on the cheek if you did

[monstersandgenderqueers]

Little Gifts (Part Seven)

Everything is boiling over. The unfamiliar feelings that pop up whenever Loki is near or on your mind have become uncomfortably familiar. In a moment of vulnerability, Loki gives all that you need.

Pairing: Loki x audhd!reader

Word count: 3258

A/N: I swear I wrote and rewrote this part three times. I'm still not sure it makes sense, but uh... I don't think anything makes much sense in this series, which may be the point. Also, Thor and Loki do have a nice long conversation, and I'd like you to ignore the fact that they would be speaking in Asgardian.

Divider credit @/saradika

Previous | Masterlist

Since that day in the dappled shade, Loki has been more… affectionate with you.

Most of it is a casual, perhaps accidental brushing of arms as he passes by or sidles up next to you when you're doing something. It never fails to make your stomach flip and your brain turn off momentarily. Sometimes, when he's next to you for an extended period of time, he'll touch your hand. A barely-there graze of his fingers against yours, sending a jolt through you each time you realize he's touching you and you don't feel gross or disgusted by it like you would with someone else.

Though, he has yet to hold your hand again. There are a couple of occasions where you think you might be bold enough to just snatch his hand yourself without asking, just to see how he would react. Would he blush? Or would he pull away and retreat?

You want to tell him that you like him, too. But an awful feeling—that you've come to realize is the fear of rejection, a feeling as if icy hands have grasped you tight and have yet to let go— floods your veins and immobilizes you faster than the words can even form in your mind coherently.

Terrible idea.

No. Instead, you squirm away when his brief grazes make you feel too warm and tingly.

There is one thing you might be brave enough to ask, though. The thought to ask didn't even occur to you, it just slipped from your lips when you got a chance to be alone with him in his still painfully bare bedroom.

You don't even look at him as the question leaves you, "Did you know it was me the whole time?"

Sitting across from you on his bed, he raises a brow. "Care to be more specific, darling?"

Ugh. 

"I mean, the stuff I've given you?" You try to act like they were just things that didn't matter to you, like the act of giving a gift wasn't in any way integral to how you seek connection. Unfortunately, you know he sees through you. You can put on the most elaborate mask and he would take it off for you.

He sighs. The roles seem to flip. Now, it's you who's seeking eye contact, searching his face because this has been bothering you, searing through your brain like it's own version of tinnitus.

Why did Loki throw away the fern?

Why did he give back the stuffie?

Why did he keep the book for a short while?

I have to know! 

I can't go on not knowing if he thinks it was stupid or childish.

It was, wasn't it?

What sort of adult would want the things I like?

Loki keeps his eyes down, looking at his hands rather than at you, picking at his palm. Finally, he responds, "Yes. I've known it was you since the beginning."

"Since the fern?"

"Yes, the fern."

"And you just… threw it away?"

"Look," he sighs, then says your name like it's a heavy burden. "I couldn't accept any of your gifts."

"You're lying." You huff, frowning the way he usually does. "You accepted the book with no issue. That is, until you just left it in the common room, exposed, where anyone could just take it and keep it."

"The book was… different. It had your thoughts in it… your words. Tossing it like it was mere refuse would be nothing short of diabolical."

"But you left it in the living room," you repeat.

"Because I knew you would pick it back up."

You sigh and wring your hands together, needing to stim to get your thoughts back on track. "But… it was diabolical to put the little, innocent plant in the garbage, Loki." You want to cry just a little bit, your lips already trembling just a fraction of a second before the wave of unpleasantness washes over you. "And… and giving back the plushie was kind of mean, too. I gave them both to you because I wanted your days to be better and I wanted you to be less lonely and I wanted you to be my friend and—" You stop your rambling a little too late. When you look up, his eyes meet yours and he reaches towards you, grabbing one of your hands. There's a  brief sting from the skin contact, and you realize you were digging your nails into your skin, the crescent-shaped wounds throbbing.

He rubs the angry marks with a tenderness that is completely and entirely unfamiliar to you. It seems to surprise him, as well, since he drops your hand and looks away. Unfortunately, he doesn't look shy. He never looks shy. Instead, he looks tense, his muscles taut, his jaw set, and his brows drawn together, like every time you had upset him before.

Dang it. Why can't I just do this one thing right? Why have I ruined our conversations with my big mouth? Can't I just be normal for one second? I should know better by now than to let my mouth run.

You want to take it back. You want to undo whatever it is you have done to make him so visibly upset. It must be awful if I can see how upset he is, right?

Finally, finally, he talks. "I don't think now would be the best time to talk about it."

The "why not?" falls halfway out of your mouth before you can rein it back in. You're frustrated, and terribly hurt. While Loki seems to be the cause of most of your unwelcome emotions since he arrived, you know it's unfair to pester him because your stress won't let you stop pursuing these sorts of things that cause your anxiety to spiral out of control. 

Instead, you try to approach it from a different angle, hoping his answer might do a little to quell your anxiety, "Can I ask a different question, then?"

"Of course."

"Are we friends?"

The question must shock him a little bit, since he looks at you and his eyes are wider than they normally are. "Are we not friends?"

You shrug, "I'm not sure… Sometimes, people will call me their friend, but I know nothing about them other than their name. Sometimes, when I think I am friends with someone, I just misinterpret their politeness as genuine interest." You want to keep going, to say more, but you're scared that the more you say, the more of what you say will come true.

I'm not a very good friend. The people I call my friends will leave me behind.

Please don't leave me behind, too.

He scoffs, "Sweetheart, you know I can't stand being polite." Maybe you read more into it than you should, but you have gotten better at realizing when Loki says one thing while hiding what he really wants to say. You'll probably never be able to figure out what, exactly, he means to say unless he, too, has the courage to just say it. He sighs once more, "Yes, we are friends. Now, where were we, before you so boldly interrupted…"

You didn't mean to. 

You aren't eavesdropping on purpose. Yet, once you hear how worked up Loki is, you can't tear yourself away. 

With your back against the wall beside Loki's door, you listen to him and Thor talk, both of whom are clearly unaware that the door has been left open.

"You have to tell them, Loki."

"I can't, you know I can't." His voice sounds rougher than normal.

"They deserve to know. If what you say is true, then we need to prepare."

"There's nothing to prepare and you know it. Nothing will stop him when he's here." There's panic in Loki's voice, and it makes your heart squeeze agonizingly in your chest. You want to run in there and tell him that whoever is coming for him won't even have a chance to lay a finger on him with you there, but you know that would be a lie. If Loki is this terrified of someone, then you know there's little chance of you surviving a confrontation.

"Loki, have faith in others, for once—"

Something falls to the ground with a clang and startles you. The racing of your heart almost muffles the voices coming from within the room, and for a moment you're afraid that you've been caught. But then, Loki's dulcet tones reach you clearly, "I've gotten myself tied up in a knot, Thor." A pause, followed by rustling.

Don't peek, don't peek, don't peek…

"I was going to run, find the rest of the stones. Give him what he wants."

"Would you really do something so cowardly?"

"Would it be cowardice if it would keep them safe? By the Norns, Thor, I tried being mean and cold, and it took less than a day for them to tear my heart from my ribs, and they've kept it ever since."

What? Who's hurting him?

Loki continues, getting quieter and quieter, "I can't stand who I am when I'm with them."

"You haven't hurt them, have you?"

"No, of course not! But that's the point, Thor—" Loki stops himself, then lets out a great, burdensome sigh. "We'll tell everyone. Except them."

"Loki, I do hope you know what you are doing."

"I don't. That's what concerns me. I hate it so much. You made it sound so… so… marvelous. Exquisite. You made it sound like everything would start to make sense, but nothing does..."

Their conversation becomes quieter, more and more muffled until you can't make out a single word.

With many thoughts to process and absolutely none of them helpful and all of them about Loki, you walk back to your room for a moment of solitude.

Turns out, your moment of solitude was short lived. 

Tony messages you, telling you to bring your 'Conversation Extractor' buds and to wear something 'nice.' With no guidance as to what 'nice' means or what event Tony planned last minute, you throw on something clean and black, so you don't have to worry about it matching or clashing.

Slacks? Yeah? No, jeans… no, definitely slacks. Belt? Maybe? If I wear the slacks do I wear, like, a t-shirt to balance the formal with casual? Is it cold? Warm? Ugh. Dressy? No. Too nice. Uhm, slacks?

You can feel your annoyance grow uncomfortably warm in the pit of your stomach as you put the earbuds in the pocket of the pants you finally decide to wear. Tony sprung this on you out of nowhere, and you've made it clear many times that you hate last-minute changes to your plans.

Your plan was to lie in bed and wallow in your yearning for at least several hours, but from what little context Tony gave you, that has changed to participating in a 'company' dinner at a restaurant in town.

When you deem yourself clean enough, you stop at your mirror for a second to practice at least one smile, if only to erase the giant scowl. You may be peeved about the whole plan thing, but you don't want anyone to think you're mad at them when you inevitably frown without thinking.

When you make it outside to where the limos are waiting, you see Loki standing next to Thor, dressed in a suit. At first, you thought it was black, but as you get closer, you realize it's an incredibly dark, inky green. And velvet, too.

Looking at everyone else, dressed in similarly dark colors and expensive clothes, you hope that what you're wearing is passable as 'nice.'

I'm completely underdressed… Ugh. Everyone looks amazing…

Knowing you might dwell on this for the entire car ride, you opt to think about something much more pleasant, like Loki's hair.

You didn't notice at first, but he's clearly used his magic to make it far longer than it was when you last saw him. The curls went all the way down to the bottom of his sternum, and the locks looked so shiny and full and bouncy and…

Okay, different topic…

Ignoring that now-familiar fuzziness crawling up your chest, you try to listen to everyone else, to see if you could figure out where you're going and why. You could just ask, of course, but even this small thing has you so overwhelmed that your brain-mouth connection has completely fizzled out. You can't even get an 'uhm' past your lips.

Without warning, a large, warm hand gently pushes you toward one of the limos. You relax a little when you realize it's only Thor, but the sudden touch still makes you uneasy. He guides you to a seat next to Loki, and then sits down on your other side, effectively trapping you between them.

Great. Perfect. Exactly what I wanted to happen, Thor!

Natasha climbs in and takes a seat in the last space available where no one else would be squishing her in. You desperately want to ask if you can switch, because being between people in a crowded limo has every warning siren going off in your head. Even the presence of Loki does little to calm your ever increasing distress.

Unfortunately, the limo starts moving before you can ask. If you could even get your mouth to work, that is.

The only word you can think of to describe what happens during that brief limo ride is rowdy.

It's like most of the men reverted back to being teenagers. This was easy to accomplish, of course, since Tony passes around little bottles of liquor. Even though everyone insists on "just one sip," it quickly devolves into chaos. You assume everyone was in such high spirits from a very successful mission—the one you were out sick for—and decide to let go for one night.

The only one, aside from you, who seemed more disgruntled at the forced night out is Loki, which is entirely unsurprising.

In fact, he seems… anxious.

It took you a moment of studying his face to realize this. His lips are taut in a grimace, and he's picking at his palm.

You want to ask, but you know that's a conversation best kept private. After another minute spent drowning everything else out, it hits you.

This is his first time out of the compound in his 'male' form. The form everyone recognizes as the man that waged a war against Earth. There's no way he won't be recognized, either by the staff or just passers-by.

It will be brutal.

Suddenly, the nuclear meltdown you'd felt boiling away in your veins ceases, and all you feel is a bone-deep ache. You hate seeing him this way, and you hate knowing you're just as helpless as he is in this situation.

You look down at his hands and see how red his palm is. Without thinking, you grab his wrist, halting his skin-picking. You pull his arm towards you until his hand is resting on the small sliver of seat cushion between you. Patting his wrist gently as if to say, "keep that right there," you let go and twist your own hands together. Then, you suddenly realize what you did and feel a wave of heat blaze on your cheeks.

Thankfully, the limo comes to a stop, and everyone climbs out, one by one. You wait until most of everyone has already stepped out before attempting to do so yourself, but Loki places his hand on your thigh for just a brief moment to stop you.

"Thank you, little one," he says, too quietly for anyone else to hear. "And… you look wonderful tonight."

The heat that had just left your cheeks rages once more, and you're glad it's dark enough to go unnoticed.

Since he's closest to the door, Thor helps you step out, saving you from tripping on yourself the way you know you could have, since your brain is entirely occupied by Loki with no room whatsoever for silly things like walking properly.

From there, the night goes much smoother than you had thought it would. At least, when it comes to Loki. Either the staff were informed that the god would be present, or they were really good at their jobs, because the polite smiles never left their faces.

Several people—Tony, Nat, and even Steve, to your surprise—implore you to sit closer to them, towards the middle of the long dining table, but you decline as politely as you can. Taking a seat at the end of the table, you sigh in relief when the chair opposite you is removed so someone can sit at the head of the table. Loki slides into the chair beside you, somehow making the simple act of sitting down at a dining table look elegant and not at all clumsy in the way that you did.

He leans in to whisper, "You do realize that sitting there makes the others want to drag you in more, right? Your resistance to socialization only heightens their need to make you speak, little one."

"I know. But, at least this way I won't literally be in the middle of a conversation. Like it matters, I won't be able to follow what they're saying, anyway."

You pat your pocket and feel the earbud case. Pulling it out, you decide that it can't hurt to put them in, even if you are adamant about not socializing.

"What are those?" Loki asks, taking the case to inspect it.

"They're ea—aaaaah!" Instead of words, all you can let out is a whine that scratches your throat on the way out. The earbuds screech, like feedback from a microphone. You pull them out and toss them on the floor, wanting to be as far away from them as possible. Then you press your palms to your ears and squeeze inwards, as if that would do anything to make it go away.

Thankfully, everyone else was in the middle of cheering when you cried out. Only Loki noticed your distress. He smacked the case on the table like it physically wounded you, then grabbed both of your arms and gently pried them from around your head.

"Darling? What's the matter?"

With trembling lips and your willpower collapsing, you whimper, "I hate this. I hate this. I want to go home."

"I know, my darling, I know, but I don't think either of us are allowed to leave." He looks around for a moment, and when he's certain no one is paying enough attention, he presses his palms to your ears.

The ringing ceases, replaced by the sound of rustling leaves and grass blades.

His voice is clear, but still soft, like it, too, is subject to the imaginary wind, "I can get us home, sweetheart. I'll start a fire on the table if I have to."

You laugh a little, then use your napkin to dab away the stream of tears that had already made their path down your face. "I'll be okay, Loki. I promise."

He nods and lets go. Sounds slowly come back to you, one by one, but they're still quiet and muffled as if his hands were still covering your ears. He holds your hand under the table, massaging your fingers to distract your senses.

With your voice mostly locked back up, you whisper a thank you, and do a couple more practice smiles to get rid of whatever strange and unpleasant expression that must have been on your face. "I'd do anything, little one. Anything."

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Mooooooooouuse!

The 141 at the beach! Sometimes I see fanatico where Ghost is still completly covered, but I think that he is conformable enough with his team to remove the mask and wear tshirt and shorts rather than dying of a heat...

Roach is splashing anyone that enters in the water, Sarah and laswell are having a looooong romantic walk, Gaz is either trying to drown Roach or being drowned, Price is doing old men shit (sun bathing) Soap is trying to convince Ghost to change clothes to throw him in the water, Ghost is wrestling Soap to NOT get in the water:)

Aww! It's the beach episode!

Price is definitely pulling an old man. That guy sits down in a beach chair, pulls his hat down over his eyes, and is snoring in a second. He's got the arm cross as well! Also yes, Soap does sneak one of those tanning stickers on him. Gets the playboy bunny or smth, Price is pissed but Nikolai can't stop laughing.

Speaking of Nik! He's the dad™ yeah so is Price, but he's the one yelling at them to dust off before they get in his van. He doesn't want sand on his seat! No Soap, you *cannot* bring the crab home. Roach? Put the bug down and for the love of God- stop chasing Gaz around with seaweed. Ghost, sunscreen. Soap-! (He does find some time to cuddle with Price, don't worry~)

Ghost. I don't care what he says, that man *burns*. He's a pale British white man, what do you want from him? By the end he's a lobster, a happy lobster! But a lobster none the less. It's probably good he feels comfortable around his team, otherwise he'd have goofy tanlines around his eyes. I think eventually he gives into Soap as well, only after being literally stripped and hauled into the ocean. Roach helped <3

Soap is a silly billy! Again, he pranks Price, starts a crab army (with a crab sandcastle for them to reside in), and tries to drown Ghost with how he's shoving the man into the water. He's having a real good time though, him and Roach definitely pair up a few times for evil...

Gaz... Poor Gaz... He's being bullied :( Roach definitely hops on his back more than once (leading to him getting a mouthful of sea water). He later tries to take a nap in the sun, looking pretty while doing it, but Soap gets thrown at him and breaks the chair. Why was Soap thrown? He wouldn't keep his hands off the L.t., kept commenting on his shorts as well. Then Roach is chasing him with seaweed... He ends up going out pretty deep, being able to swim better than MacTavish and Roach, and finally having a moment of rest. Oh but he's totally getting back at them, don't worry >:)

Roach. Fear. These go hand in hand. Clingy meeter gets turned up to 100000 despite the weather. He also keeps on picking up sea creatures like it's nothing. Not to hurt them! He would never! He just likes to hold 'em gently~ (and to scare Gaz). He's in the water most of the time, absolutely plays mermaids with Soap. Also- his antennae get droopy :( it's adorable but still...

And the Laswell's? They left hours ago for a nice romantic picnic and a long walk. Also, they didn't want to deal with the chaos children™. Kate was the one to set it up, they boys deserve a break after all~

[arcanesea]

psychic lovers

PAIRING: kwon soonyoung x reader GENRE: friends to lovers!!! WC: 544 WARNINGS: curse word

"10 o'clock, isn't that your Soonyoung?" your friend asks. Your head whirled in the said direction, watching as a group of guys entered the room. Soonyoung eyes caught a glimpse of you in the crowd, and a thin smile appeared on his face.

He's not yours, well not yet.

The class ended before your head could hit the table and fall asleep. You carelessly packed your stuff and quickly made a beeline to the exit, ignoring the call from your friend. You had one mission now. An important one.

"Soonyoung!" you called. Your eyes widen at the volume of your own voice, then try to mask it with a smile. The other guys turned their heads, grinning wide while pushing Soonyoung towards you. He lowers his head, trying to hide his smile.

It's so funny how everyone addresses both of you as a couple, yet you're not. Not officially. But you want to change it.

Soonyoung greeted you with a smile, a steady voice asking, "What's up?"

"I was wondering if you were free tonight?" you ask, shifting your weight between your tiptoe and heel. He looks at you, waiting for you to continue on before giving his answer. Tomorrow's Saturday anyway, he's already going to say yes to whatever you're offering. "Let's go to the cinema," you finally said.

"Okay," he agrees immediately. He took out his phone and pressed on some stuff before asking you, "Does 7 sound good to you?" Your grins grew bigger as you nodded your head enthusiastically.

"I'll meet you there, just text me if you're on your way," you said.

"Why don't we go there together?" he asks back, a smirk apparent in his face.

"Thought you'd never ask," you snickered back. "Come pick me up then."

"Okay then, I'll see you at 7."

And it's 5 minutes to 7 when you hear a knock on your door. Grabbing your sling bag, you open it with a smile.

"I didn't have the time to get a full bouquet," Soonyoung said, handing you a stalk of red roses. Your heart does a little jump when you receive it. This mission is going in all the right direction, and he even throws in his little surprises. You murmur a quick thank you before putting it inside.

It's a short walk to the mall where the cinema is located. It is, however, not a short walk to get to this point with Soonyoung.

"I like you," Soonyoung blurted out. He was looking at the sky ahead, hands in the pocket of his jeans.

"I know," you confessed. "Kinda see it coming from like, the first time around."

Only then did he turn to look at you with the biggest grin. "What are you? A psychic?" You laugh. Maybe you are, but maybe you're confidently moving forward because you fell for him first. Thinking that maybe if you believed he liked you too, he would actually share that feeling someday.

"Kinda," you winked. "I like you too."

"Yeah, no shit" he laughs. Both of you have walked this road many times before, sometimes way too carefully. Now you memorize all the cracks and wild bushes on the side of the road. It was familiar, it was natural, it was worth it.

a/n. i saw a cute couple some days ago and thought they were so cute... even I was taken aback at how i approach these things... because if i were 18, i'd probably texted my friend and said that it's cringe but now i just see it from a different perspective i guess?🫠

[eightballing]

I Wish I Hated You (Part 2!)

Link to part 1

Warnings- mentions of violence/ injury (brief), mentions of nightmares Word count- 897

Jason Todd x GN! Reader

A groan.

Another groan.

Another groan.

“Oh my god, will you shut up already? I patched you up hours ago.” You huff as you set a cup of tea on the coffee table. You’re usually not that snappy, but he’s been groaning for three hours straight.

Jason looks up at you from where he’s laying on the couch and frowns, the corners of his mouth turning slightly. “Just because you patched me up doesn't mean it stopped hurting.” He pouts.

You two have become (somewhat) friends. Jason refuses to admit that your friends, but what would you expect? He died and came back to life, you don’t think that he’d be wanting to make friends anytime soon.

You smile. “Do I need to kiss it better?” Jason scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, sure.” He mumbles sarcastically under his breath.

He wishes you would.

You just giggle under your breath, sitting next to him on the armrest. “Seriously, though. How ya feelin’?”

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, taking a beat to respond. “…Physically or mentally?”

He looks up at you. He still hasn’t given a last name, nor shown his face, but he's been opening up a little towards you. You see it in the way he’s only been wearing his domino mask instead of the full helmet. In the way he gives you little tidbits here and there about his life- good or bad. In the way he starts meeting up with you for patrol, and in the way he doesn't mind your cheeriness.

You give him a small, reassuring smile. “Physically. You don’t have to spill your guts if you don't want to, Red.”

His shoulders relax a bit more from his position on the couch. He likes- no, loves that you don't force him to talk about stuff. He loves that you let him warm up to you at his own pace.

“Physically, it’s only the gash on my side that kinda hurts. Other than that, I’m okay.” Jason’s voice is a little soft. He’s made sure to soften his voice around you.

You grin, rubbing his knee soothingly as you pick up the tea off the coffee table. “Good.”

He takes it from you as you hand it to him, humming appreciatively as he takes a sip. “What about the nightmares? How’re they treatin’ ya?”

You swallow. Right. The nightmares.

You never even had to tell him. He saw it in the way you started getting a little more snappy on patrol the way you started getting anxious. One night, he was fed up and just asked outright.

Not that he was worried, of course. Just curious.

Obviously.

The corners of your mouth turn upwards into a semblance of a smile, but it doesn’t quite meet your eyes. Sometimes, your cheerfulness is a failsafe, a defense mechanism. “They’ve been fine. Haven’t had one in a bit.”

“Bullshit.”

Damn him.

Your shoulders sag, the smile melting off your face. “…Could be better. They’ve been mean recently.” You fidget with your sleeve- a nervous habit you picked up when you were a kid that never really left.

He lets out a small exhale, scooting up on the couch into a seated position.

“Jason, lay back down. You’re gonna hurt yourself even mo-” you start.

“Sit.”

You pause.

"Please.”

Jason internally shudders. Since when does he say please?

He never says please.

You do as he says, sitting next to him on the couch. He hasn’t let you get this close to him ever. It’s… nice, to say the least.

Jason looks at you through his domino mask and wishes you weren’t as beautiful as you were.

“Wanna talk about it?” He says softly as he takes another sip from his mug, placing it on the coffee table to give you his full attention.

You pause again.

Do you wanna talk about it? Not really.

Are you going to? Yes.

“It’s been the same one, recently.” Your knee bounces up and down anxiously. The nightmare is making you anxious just by talking about it. “It’s like… I don’t really know how to describe it?” You exhale, letting your eyes flutter shut to gather your thoughts. “In the dream, I’m fighting someone. It’s like there's this… this weight on my chest, like I know that something bad will happen if I don’t stop them. But as soon as I'm about to knock them out and end it…” I let out a shaky breath. “I wake up.” I whisper, finally looking up at him.

His features soften. To him, that’s barely anything significant. That’s a good night for him. But he knows that it’s really shaken you up. You’ve always seemed too sweet for this mess anyway.

“I get it.” His voice is low and soothing, but he’s not good at comforting or receiving it. You can tell he’s trying though. For you. He puts his hand over yours gently.

“I’ve got you, okay? We’re in this together.”

He smiles, and oh, he looks so beautiful like that.

“Okay.” You whisper, the corners of your mouth lifting upwards to give him a smile of your own.

For the first time in years, neither of you have to keep your guard up. For a moment, you can let yourselves breathe without feeling like you have to please the other. For a moment, you feel seen.

Fin

[ruckooos]

Psst... *leans in close*

Give me sfw hcs about Rain in Mk1 w an f!reader who's like a whole foot shorter than him 👀👀👀👀

Make him all smug and mean abt it, too

Not forcing tho!

Ykw hell yeah. In my head he's 6"1, so you're gonna be 5'1 :)) I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK LONG, I'm not even gonna lie i procrastinated all of my works so i could play Unturned

Ruckooos' notes: muwah 💋 honestly a bit of irl lore, but I'm defying the Filipino genes by being 5"11 at 15. Like everyone in my family is like 5'0-5'6 where tf did the height come from 😭 also sorry this is kinda ass and shorter than my other ones!

Content: smug Rain, short reader, f!reader, kind of a mean Rain, bullying shenanigans

CW: kinda ooc idk this is what I think he'd do

PIPSQUEAK

Mk1 Rain x Short!f!reader

As we already know from ethnic fine shyt's storyline, he's egotistical as fuck. His whole betrayal stemmed from his belief that he was superior to whatever positions he was subjected to.

So when you came about, it absolutely made him feel like he was in his place: superior. Which is also why he's mean asf about it, because he's trying to strain out alllll the years of feeling insubordinate in the small fragments of time he has to bully be with you <3

Now, not to say that he thinks he's stronger than you... but to say that he thinks he's stronger than you, he will always hold it over your head.

Listen listen listen: He doesn't think he's superior, no, he believes you two are equal in terms of his mental ranking.

But it is so funny for him to just watch you have to get a step stool AND get on your tiptoes every time you try to reach for something he can just stretch his hand for.

(like let's be honest, this is his coping mechanism for being deprived of romance and control)

You swear to God that you put the cereal on the counter, why is it on top of the fridge???

It would make his day if you asked him to get things for you, which after all, is the subsidiary effect

Since this man believes he's regal and shit, he defo puts his arm/hand on your head like you're an armchair. Gets a good laugh out of him whenever you get mad.

Does he feel bad sometimes? Meh. He finds it just funny enough to not feel remorse. It is pretty funny to see a 5'1 earthrealmer to try and scold a 6 foot, 10,000 MAGE but wtv.

Much to your dismay, he started calling you "droplet" or "drizzle", or god forbid "puddle" which is honestly so disrespectful.

This fox is so sly with his remarks, that it's both heartwarming and annoying. "Yes, my droplet?" "What do you need, my puddle?"

Like awww pet names yada yada yada but in essence he's calling you TINY; PUNY; MINISCULE

Will never get over how small you are compared to him, like he will never get used to it.

He has to fully crane his neck down to talk to you, and bends down if you want to give him a kiss. He's going insane.

(This is inspired from one R6S fic i read, but I don't remember the user so if u know them pls) If ever he'd bend down to kiss you, when he's done, he'd fake a wince and stretch his neck, like it was such a contorting effort to bend down to your level.

Rude punk ass bitch.

Might also tease you with his abilities. For example, lifting you above the ground with water just for you to see him eye to eye. ORRR just carrying/nudging you with his water to move you out of the way like you were an object (lovingly).

"Excuse me, my droplet" Rain would say gently, while picking you up and setting you down just a few weeks away so he could move something 😭 he did NOT need to do all of that he just felt like doing it.

You're just left there scoffing and insulted while he smirks underneath his mask while walking away.

If you two got in an argument, then he'd put every. single. thing. you might need on a high shelf. He's a devious mage 😭 cuz he's moving everything AT LEAST a foot higher than it was before.

Your clothes cabinet? Suddenly it magically got taller and you can't reach the top shelf anymore! The pantry? You used to be able to open it no problem, but now it was closer to the ceiling than it was to your head.

If you thought to use a stepping stool, then your logic was futile, since Rain thought of that too. He made every surface that you could use as a ladder as short as a book. It got annoying as hell.

The whole point if these shenanigans was to force you to talk to him and face the fact that you're basically a mouse without his help.

If you're resist, then good for you! But no cereal, then :(

If you do give in and go up to him, apologizing and asking for him to get you something, he'd say something along the lines of: "I don't understand. I thought you were big enough to reach them!"

hahaha very funny... :|

Is he a good person? Prolly not. Do you love him? Yeah.