#look at the babies hehehehehehehe

[waitingfortheonetwosignal]

TWSTOBER DAY 27:

RSA

Neige Leblanche and the seven swords. Don't ask how Toby got up there. Toby is Toby and we all understand that Toby is Toby and Toby does what Toby does because he is Toby

-> Day 26: NRC Staff

-> Day 28: NPC

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[emmyrosee]

Rintaro has no idea what’s coming to him.

So far, there’s been three videos about couples breaking up on your for-you-page, full of tears and heartbreak and anger as you scroll. You try not to linger on these videos for too long, lest they mess up your perfected algorithm, but for some reason, they always find their way back to you.

You don’t know how, or why he would… but you blame Rintaro.

With a huff, you throw your phone back onto the couch and stomp your way into the kitchen, where Rintaro doesn’t even spare you a glance. He merely takes a bite of his sandwich and continues to scroll on TikTok.

“Hey baby,” he says, mouth full of food. “What’s up-“

He’s cut off by you gripping his collar sharply, pulling it taught and pulling him with it. He whimpers and his eyes bug out of his skull, but he doesn’t say anything as you lean down to be face to face with him.

“Listen to me,” you snap, trying not to laugh at the way his puffed cheeks turn up to look at you. “We’re not breaking up.”

“…okay?” He whines a small laugh.

“Listen.” You pull his collar tighter, and he starts to giggle nervously, his cheeks growing bigger as he tries to swallow the bite of food in his mouth around your choking. “If you’re sick of me, take some medicine. If you’re bored of me, go play a video game. If you’re tired of me, take a nap. We’re not breaking up. Not now, not ever, do you understand me?”

He nods around his laughter, trying so hard to weasel free from your gripping of his collar. His hands paw at his plate for a chip to give you, in an attempt to satisfy you, but all you do is click your tongue.

“Do you love me?”

He can’t respond around his laughter.

“I said: DO YOU LOVE ME?!”

Finally, he’s able to nod and choke out a ‘yes,’ bringing the chip to your lips. “Okay,” you whisper menacingly, slowly releasing his collar and taking the chip from his fingers. “I love you too.”

“My throat hurts now,” he pouts.

“I’ll baby you once I’m done fixing my for-you-page,” you promise, kissing his head and leaving the kitchen, leaving him to process what just happened.

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hehehehehehehe

[daydreams-after-dark]

Hellaurr

I had a very interesting dream plz I'm desperate for Minho to facefuck me so so so so rough plz I'm literally foaming in the mouth for his cum (desperate ass call for desperate measures 🤣🤣🤣)

(with lots of degrading plz)

Hehe if ur comfortable could you make it a male!reader? If not it's fine hehe just make it gn or fem, heheheheheheh tysm 🎉✨💅

I was so excited when this ask hit my inbox. Thank you @chuuchuu1224 for sending me my first ever request for a male!reader 😘

I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, and it was so fucking hot in my head, but now I’m about to post it I’m a little nervous. As much as I love writing from a guys perspective (usually skz member’s perspective with fem!reader), I’m not a guy. So I’m never going to truly know the experience. I hope I did ok 🫣

To my female readers: I really hope you give this a read because I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it if you generally enjoy my work. Minho face fucking is a need.

Lastly, degradation is a challenge for me (I’m a praise baby, but I love reading degradation). I’m sorry if it’s not degrading enough 😬.

CW basically everything in the ask 👆

‼️⚠️As always MDNI⚠️‼️

You watched Minho perform every single week at the local theatre. Saying he was your favourite dancer was an understatement. You were well and truly obsessed with him. Your eyes would be glued on his incredible physique from start to finish, not even noticing the other performers.

Minho was everything. Strong and controlled. Fluid and graceful. He had an expression of disdain one minute, a cute flirty glimmer in his eyes the next. And the way he rolled his hips whilst looking down at himself? Well, that always got you leaking, right there in the theatre.

Every week, you'd grow hard in your pants while sitting in the audience, hoping the person who sat next to you didn't see the boner your were sporting.

You'd think about him all the way home, and more often than not, you had to fuck into your hand before you even made it into the house. You always made sure to keep a packet of tissues in the glovebox of your car.

Tonight, Minho's performance had you hornier than usual, and you made an executive decision to go find the bathrooms to alleviate your situation, before anyone had a chance to see the state you were in.

"Y/n? That is your name, right?" A voice stopped you just as you were about to walk into the bathroom. Startled, and a little panicked, you turned to the person speaking to you.

Minho. Fuck. Your hands quickly tried to hide the bulge in your pants.

Minho's eyes followed your hands to your crotch. "hmph." he grunted and raised an eyebrow.

"Y-yes...that's me." you smiled sheepishly whilst dying inside.

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"I've seen you here before, y/n." Minho said as he stripped the last of your clothes off your body. "Many times, in fact."

You were laying completely naked on a huge couch in a back room of the theatre. You gripped your cock as you watched Minho casually undress himself, tossing the garments to the floor. "Do you come to watch me?" he turned and smirked at you, before his eyes dropped to where you held yourself. “Tsk tsk. I didn’t say you could touch yourself now did I?”

You immediately released your cock, letting it lay against your lower abs, and swallowed hard in anticipation. What was Minho going to do to you?

“I see your pretty little face in the audience. Every. Single. Week.” He sauntered towards you and ran his hand up your leg, then your torso, causing you to tremble. “Watching me with that slutty mouth hung open.” He cupped your chin. “And you know what I wonder to myself every time I see you?”

Your eyes grew wide as they stared up at the man you’d admired from afar for so long.

“What that mouth would look like choking on my cock?”

You groaned and closed your eyes, your dick hardening even more.

“Hmm.” Minho stroked your cheek. “You like the idea of my cock rammed down your throat.” He forced your mouth open, shoving two fingers inside. You moaned again and sucked on his fingers, showing him what a good, obedient boy you could be.

He pulled his fingers out abruptly, dragging your saliva all over your chin.

Minho moved to grab your legs and pulled you further down the length of the couch, then climbed over you to straddle your chest. His magnificent dancer’s thighs pressed down on your chest, and his delicious, mouthwatering cock, was mere inches from your face.

“Beg me for it.” He said coldly, gripping his cock with one hand and a fistful of your hair in the other.

Your eyes started to water at the desperation you felt. You wanted him so bad you’d do anything to have him just use you. Use you for his pleasure and discard you when he was done. You’d thank him for it.

“Pl-please… Minho… need…your cock. Need your cum.” You whined.

Minho rubbed the head of his cock along your lower lip, swiping precum on it like it was lip gloss. You started to wriggle, you needed him to put it inside you now!

“Use me… please…I wanna be your cockslut.” You sobbed. Minho kept rubbing the tip of his cock along the edge of your mouth.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you good? Destroy your throat, hmm?”

You nodded desperately.

“Okay. If you think you can take it. Open.” He demanded, and you complied instantly. “No touching yourself or me.”

He pushed his cock deep into your mouth and hissed as it passed over your tongue.

“That’s it.. take it down…Such a fucking slut. Yes. Open wider.” He pulled out halfway and thrust his hips to push himself in further.

You couldn’t breathe. He filled your mouth so good. He tasted like soap and sweat. His skin so velvety and smooth, and the way the veins felt along you tongue did things to your insides.

Minho fucked into your mouth furiously, hitting the back of your throat every single time. Your eyes watered and you hoped with everything you had that you didn’t gag.

“You’re taking this a little too well.” Grunted Minho. With the hand that was gripping your hair, he pushed the back of your head into the couch, and angled his hips to push his cock in until your lips were wrapped around the base. The tip squeezed past your throat, making you gag with a gurgling sound, and your face turn red.

“Finally choking on it properly now.” He slapped your cheek, and fucking you harder still.

You were pinned under his strong legs, unable to escape - not that you wanted to. Your legs started moving about, and your hips began to jutt against thin air. You wanted some friction, but your poor cock had to just lay there, swollen and neglected.

Your hand came up to rest on Minho’s thighs. That was a big mistake.

Minho paused, still lodged deep in your mouth. “What did I say, slut? Take your filthy hands off me.” He said through gritted teeth.

You whimpered around his cock as you removed your hands.

Minho sighed and looked up to the ceiling, before looking back down at your fucked out face. “What am I going to do with you?” He asked himself.

He pulled out of your mouth and climbed off you. Your eyes widened. “No… please! Minho… I can be good… I wanna be good… please… need you..”

Minho simply ignored you and moved around behind your head to drag you so your head was hanging off the edge of the couch arm. Then he disappeared momentarily, returning with a soft belt from a bath robe.

“Little boys that misbehave must be punished. Don’t you think?” He said tying your hands together, then moving back to wear your head hung.

“Open wide little cockslut.” He said in the most condescending tone you’d ever heard. Of course you obliged, opening as wide as you could.

You knew he wasn’t going to be gentle. His cock pushed past your tongue and deep into your throat, until he was all the way in. The more you struggled and the more you gagged, the harder his cock became, and the further down your throat he forced himself.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted to choke on it.” He growled as your lips pressed against his pelvis. “I’m gonna be real nice and give you exactly what you want. I’m gonna make you fuckin’ choke.” His hand came to your throat and pressed around where his cock was stretching you open.

“Fuck…so tight…shit…fuck.” He hissed, slamming himself into you brutally.

You had no choice but to gladly take it.

“So fucking pathetic, with your leaking cock. Bet you’re gonna cum untouched… so desperate… so fucking pathetic.”

You whimpered, moaned, thrashed around as Minho held your head in place with his cock and his hands. “That’s it. Take it like the desperate little cockslut you are.”

Your neglected cock was well and truly leaking, tears were streaming from your eyes, and your mouth was dribbling messily. Yet you needed more.

You needed Minho’s cum. You wanted him to completely fucking ruin you. Just the thought of tasting his cum had you on the edge of your own orgasm, and your demise came when you opened your eyes to get the perfect view of Minho’s ass. Your cries were muffled as the coil inside you snapped and you felt ropes of your own cum land on your stomach as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami.

“So pathetic.” Grunted Minho when he saw you make a mess on yourself, then he was filling you up. “Drink it up… That’s it… Like a good little cockslut.” He panted as spurts of cum hit the back of your throat, then he pulled out to paint your face with the reminder of his seed.

“Fuck!” He growled throwing his head back as he allowed himself to calm down.

You tried to catch your breath whilst trying to desperately lick as much cum from around your face as possible. You didn’t want to waste a drop.

Minho began to redress, raking his eyes over you as he pulled his sweats up. You thought he was going to just leave you there, naked and used. If you were honest with yourself you were thrilled with that thought.

Unexpectedly, Minho knelt beside you with a towel, wiping you up and untying you.

Then he did something more unexpected.

He took you in a deep kiss.

asks are open

@channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @itsseohannbin @weareapackofstrays @kangnina @3rachasdomesticbanana @palindrome969 @xxkissesforchanniexx @chuuchuu1224 @3rachasdomesticbanana @palindrome969 @xxkissesforchanniexx

Sorry if you’re tagged twice… my end indicates my original tag of you didn’t work properly.

[32bitterra]

thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am going to try very hard to speak in coherent thoughts cos I'm very excited about it. They look so good and so cute. Very delightful. The background also turned out very nice. It looks very clean, all of it. I particularly like the way Maloof's hair and Misha's hat came out. Thank you again for accepting my suggestion.

may I suggest Boss Baby and Attack Russian? (Maloof & Mikhail)

(I hope the picture loads idk what im doing ive never done this before lol)

Thank you for the suggestion!! They’re girlbossing so hard right now👊👊

I’m not the best at perspectives, so it ended up at a different angle but you know it be like that sometimes🥲 Was a fun draw though! I haven’t done a background like that in a while, also a pleasure to draw these two🙏

[simonesleftarm]

TCM Ship Week @maskemasker

Day 2 Prompt: Date Night

Ship: Franklin Hardesty and Nubbins Sawyer

Shitty Moodboard I made ⬆️

Nubbins and Franklin we're out on the road, the world getting close to midnight. Nubbins pushed his boyfriend down the road, the wheels squeaking under the rough floor and the small peddles.

They got near a 7 11 that had been advertised on a small billboard a couple minutes back. The lights were very bright to make sure it stood out, and Nubbins had an idea. He had stolen 15 bucks from some poor, dead fuck's wallet. He figured he and Franklin could stop for a bite.

"Hey Frankie."

"What?" Franklin responded rather sleepy.

"I'll...I'll buy ya' somethin'!" He cheered.

Franklin looked over at the store and sighed.

"Oh Nubbins, it's late. Just take me home."

"B-But I want to buy you somethin'!" He yelled suddenly, right in his boyfriend's ear to wake him up.

"I...I-I got 15 bucks!"

"Oh alright. Just get your snack and then we can leave."

"N-N-No!" He exclaimed loudly in large disapproval, shaking his head quickly. "I-I want to get you somethin' so y-you can eat it! W-W-Want to buy you somethin'!"

"Alright then, big shot. Take me on a date."

Nubbins didn't need be told twice. He did a couple of happy hops before violently pushing his chair off the road towards the small building.

The door rung to signal the entrance, the half asleep cashier suddenly wide awake as a tall lanky man with a pretty boy in a wheelchair came in rather roughly.

Nubbins moved the wheelchair through the aisles, getting shushed by Franklin who didn't want to be too loud. Eventually, they got a large Dr Pepper, jalapeño chips, two small cheeseburgers and a Recess's bar. They went outside with their treats in Franklin's lap, and Nubbins grinning at how much of a gentleman he was.

They found a small bench, Nubbins excitedly sitting down and rolling Franklin closer to him.

"I-I-I didn't know you liked c-cheeseburgers, Frankie!"

He always liked watching Franklin eat. He liked watching him eat human flesh at first, but then that just developed into watching him eat all together.

"Well, I don't get 'em as often." Franklin humored, thinking about what he usually eats now.

Nubbins excitedly opened up his greasy, low quality burger and stuffed jalapeño chips inside. Franklin chuckled at him, watching the ends of the of the chips fall into the floor as he bit into the rather small burger.

"You're so messy."

Nubbins turned to laugh too, causing some pieces of chips to fall out of his mouth. Before he could be scolded by Franklin for his manners, he managed to cover his mouth so he could chew it down.

Franklin laughed at that too, then he took a large sip of the ice cold Dr Pepper. Nubbins had forgotten to get a cap and a straw, so he tried his best to not spill it all over himself.

"Hehehehehehehe."

Before Franklin could ask what he was laughing at, Nubbins and leaned forward and gently tipped the cup up, causing the soda to come down Franklin's throat suddenly and from his mouth.

He quickly pulled the drink down and began coughing violently, covering his mouth and trying to push the Dr Pepper out of his mouth. Some of the soda fell onto the floor under his wheelchair. Poor Franklin coughed some more, and the turned around to look over at his very much laughing-extremely-loudly boyfriend.

"You...you...you nitwit!"

Nubbins kept laughing at the familiar insult his older brother often threw at him. He continued laughing until Franklin wiped the soda off his mouth and fake pouted, crossing his arms and turning to the side and trying his best not to laugh as well.

"I-I was just playing with you, baby!" He said the name that he knew made Franklin sorta red.

"Oh you're so mean." Franklin did a dramatic voice. "Trynna kill me so you can eat me!"

Nubbins giggled, standing up and walking closer to him. He rested his body on his arms, leaning on the arm rails of the wheelchair and pushing his grinning face in front of his boyfriend's.  

He waited for Franklin to acknowledge him, but he could tell after a couple seconds that Franklin wasn't gonna unless he apologized. But he could also see the glitter of enjoyment in his eyes and the slight upturn of his lips.

Nubbins looked at his lips. Then got an idea.

"Maybe I will eat ya!"

Before Franklin could question or protest, Nubbins had caught his lips quickly and began kissing him. Franklin's eyes widened, and he tried acting still so Nubbins wouldn't think he forgave him. God how he liked playing with him. But unfortunately for him, Nubbins had become good at kissing the more they did it.

So Franklin couldn't help but kiss him back, just a little. Also, he might break Nubbins' heart.

Nubbins began giggling against him once Franklin kissed him back. And then they kept on kissing. Kissing and kissing as Nubbins got even more excited the more he acknowledged his handsome boyfriend was kissing him.

He got even closer to him, almost putting his knee on his lap. He slightly tilted the Dr Pepper cup still in Franklin's hand, causing some of the soda to fall on his leg. That's what broke Franklin out of his trance. And then he realized Nubbins' tongue tasted like jalapeño chips.

He tried to ignore it, trying to deepen the kiss. But then he sorta broke away to breath and he tasted the normal air. When Nubbins brought him back up, he realized he couldn't handle the taste anymore.

"Nubbins." He tried pushing him away by his chest, but Nubbins pulled back against his arms and kept kissing. 

"Nubbins!" He called out again, grabbing his cheeks and pushing his face away.  

"W-What? W-Whats wrong? D-D-Did I h-hurt you, Frankie?"

"What? No! But your breath stinks."

Nubbins looked at him confused, putting his hand on his mouth.

"How?"

"Those darn jalapeño chips!"

"I though you l-liked jalapeño c-c-chips, Frankie!"

"No not really."

"But why didn't you t-t-tell me at the s-store?! I...I could have gotten somethin' b-better for you!"

"Oh don't beat yourself over it, I like you just fine still."

"B-But my b-breath stinks!"

"And I still like you!"

Nubbins thought about how romantic that was, before thinking about how to clean his breath so that they could continue kissing. A lightbulb went out.

"I-I'll be back!"

He ran off before Franklin could say anything.

Franklin got a little nervous of being all alone in the dark, in a random store with no way to run. He put his food to the side and looked on nervously at the door. But then he remembered he literally lived in a house full of corpses with a crazy group of brothers.

The 7 11 cashier was confused on why the lanky man was so eager to buy mentos, but I wasn't his job to question it. Franklin smiled once Nubbins came out of the door, and smiled with his teeth when he got closer and showed what he had.

Nubbins ran up and sat on Franklin's lap, making the wheelchair squeak a little bit.

"Oh Nubbins!" He laughed. 

"W-Want you to k-k-keep kissing me!"

He popped five of the mentos into his mouth and began chewing it. His face squished in disgust at the mint, remembering the strawberry toothpaste him and Bubba had to use in order to brush their teeth.

"I should have gotten the strawberry ones, big shot."

Nubbins was too busy chewing to respond. He put his hand over his mouth once he swallowed it to avoid gagging it out.

"I'm r-ready!"

Nubbins wrapped his arms around his neck and began kissing him once again. Franklin giggled as he tasted the new minty flavor in his tongue. He felt Nubbins excitedly kicking his feet, his hand gripping a small curl on Franklin's hair.

He gripped Nubbins' waist once he realized Nubbins was getting extremely excited. He always did whenever they hugged or kissed, and he never minded it. However, it became uncomfortable since Nubbins was squirming on his lap, and was moving his wheelchair uncomfortably.

"Calm down."

"W-What?"

"Calm down. You're rocking my wheelchair!"

"Oh o-okay!"

Nubbins was breathing heavily, but he knew what he meant by calm down. He tried to calm his breath, and then quickly dove back in and tried to kiss him again.

"No no, calm down!"

Nubbins sulked, but took a few seconds to commit to it. After he beloved fully he was calmed down, he made sure to give him an extra slow kiss. He felt Franklin smile on his lips, and he knew he did a good job of calming down.

They pecked at each other for a little bit more, before Nubbins pulled away to look at his boyfriend's pink cheeks.

They then finished their burgers, Nubbins still sitting on his lap. When Nubbins was going to take a sip of the Dr Pepper, he put his entire hand on top of Franklin's face, sorta concerned he will try to choke him. When Franklin then took a sip of the soda, he covered his mouth and nose with his much larger hand. Nubbins giggling through his palm.

After finishing their snack, the Dr Pepper almost finished, they were finally ready.

"W-Want to g-g-go home now?"

"Yeah, it's getting late."

He finally hopped off his lap, throwing away their trash in the nearby trash can. Still with their Dr Pepper, they finally got back on the road.

"Thank you, Nubs."

"F-F-For what?"

"Feeding me, and buying stuff so I could kiss ya'."

"Hehehe...I-I like taking you on d-d-dates! I-I-I'm gonna take y-you on more d-d-dates!"

"Aww...I'll love too."

"Hehe...hehehe."

They made the long ride back.

[babiebom]

Ass or Boobs? (sdv edition)

A/N:got this idea when doing an alphabet request!! I wanted to do this first to break up the posts somehow and also I’m watching Charmed and eating a burrito so I’m literally just on a writing binge rn. I’m going between requests, fics, and random things <3 I’m getting nothing and everything done at one time. BOTH bachelors and bachelorettes but basic sdv only.

Genre:shitpost/headcanons

Tw: sexual content!!

Masterlist

Ass:

Sebastian, Shane, Elliott, Haley, Penny, Abigail

Sebastian is more of a thigh and hips guy, but since your ass goes with that, it’s obviously a given.

Personally, I do think Shane would be into anal so him being an ass man makes sense he likes that recoil baby.

Elliott just seems more like an ass guy rather than a boob guy, like he thinks boobs are a childish thing to be into. Idk how he thinks but he does lmao.

Abigail is obviously an ass girl, she likes how everyone’s butts looks in any kind of bottoms. Gets caught staring EVERY SINGLE TIME.

Haley is an ass girl because she also had a great rack and she thinks that while everyone does have asses, they’re great and yours is the best.

Penny is one of those people that I think would be both, but I think rather than boobs she prefers asses.

Boobs:

Sam, Alex, Harvey, Leah, Maru, Emily

Maru is definitely the type to get caught staring at someone’s boobs. Any coherent thought she has leaves her mind at the sight of a good pair of boobs. Gets caught staring often

Emily also gets caught staring but isn’t as embarrassing for her. She just smiles and complements you like heh heh oopsies.

Leah sees boobs in a more artistic way, and LOVES painting them(and on them), drawing them, sculpting him. Probably has a clay mold of your boobs.

Sam literally is Maru but a man and a golden retriever. When he stares the only thing knocking him out of his mind is going “Sam…SAM!!” He just laughs as his face turns red.

Harvey gets flustered at the sight of boobs. His face turns red, he stutters, and while he doesn’t stare it’s obvious that he was looking.

Alex just seems like he’s a boob man. Like if they’re on the tv or something he’s like “heheheheheh boobs heheheheheheh” probably the reason why Elliott thinks it’s childish.

[taka-sakamaki]

Sensei's lover

Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

In which you show up to Utahime's student's baseball game (the part in the anime)

Warnings: jealous Utahime

Utahime Iori loved baseball; but she loved watching her student's compete in her favourite game. She was a teacher at Kyoto Jujutsu high and they were attending an event that included Tokyo Jujutsu High and other Jujutsu schools. She was certainly hyped about it.

Utahime stood on the sidelines, along with other teachers, watching their students play. She shouted instructions to her students who didn't even pay attention. "Those kids... they better win this game", she grumbled as wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"Hmmm~ it looks like you're more interested in the game than your kids", Utahime jumped when she felt arms wrap around her waist. It took her a minute to process the voice and when she realised, she immediately turned around and hugged you.

"What are you doing here? Are you back so early from your mission?" Her eyes wandered to the lunch box you had in your other hand.

"Yeah I'm back. The mission was uh... successful I gues?" She raised her eyebrows at your answer. "Let's-let's forget about that. I wanna see my kids play baseball."

Due to you being Utahime's lover and a Jujutsu sorcerer, you practically spent your days with Utahime in the school, whether it's teaching the kids or discussing important things with the other teachers. The kids had grown to love you- a little more than they love Utahime. When Todo's eyes landed on you, he flashed you a broad grin to which you returned. Mai's eyes lit up as well and you waved at her a bit.

You felt a tug on your shirt and soon you were dragged off to sit on a bench. "You sit there. I'll stand here and watch the game. You look tired so I don't want you standing around."

"Awww you care so much for me my love?~"

"Shut up before I cut you."

You pouted and looked down, feeling a kiss being pressed on your head. Expecting Utahime, you looked up but saw Gojo grinning down at you. "Ewww what the hell Gojo?!"

He laughed out loud at your attempt to try to wipe the kiss off your head. "Hehehehehehehe, I saw Utahime made you pout so I tried to cheer you up." You glared at him before laughing as well. Unbeknownst to you, Utahime was glaring at Gojo so hard that a hole could be burned into his head. Gojo then left you alone.

Utahime's back was facing you but you could tell she was not happy. "Uta? Baby?" You called but no answer. When you stood up and approached her, she was angrily cheering for her students who looked puzzled at why she was shouting at them. You poked her cheek, no answer. You pecked her cheek, still no answer. "Alright that's it!" You picked her up over your shoulders as she protested and screamed. "Where the hell are you taking me?! Put me down! The kids are about to win!"

You did put her down, on the hood of your car that was parked outside. Standing between her legs, you pulled her closer to you while staring up at her with an adorable pout. "I'm sorry... though it wasn't my fault that he kissed me."

"Hmph! You attract to much attention."

"Not my fault either."

She grit her teeth before firmly gripping your face and kissing you. Teeth and tongue clashed with each other and you pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths. "Oh?~ This is new. Jealous Utahime just awakened something inside of me."

"Stop think such lewd thoughts!"

You and Utahime were not seen for the rest of the day.

[rinhaler]

Rin had you sprawled out on the expensive boucle couch he helped you pick out when the house was still being built. He gave mercy on your thighs, his usual iron grip replaced with feathery fingers gently keeping your legs spread, one hand caressing the soft skin of your leg, the other splayed across your mound with a skilled thumb teasing your clit back and forth. Soft, breathy moans bleed from your spit glossed lips, lifting your hips a little of the seat, his head that rests on your other thigh follows the movement.

“Please Rin, pleasepleaseplease, more baby, I want you so bad,” you couldn’t help but to be a pathetic, desperate mess even though he was barely toying with you. It was just already too much and not enough at the same time. You finally had your closest, most dear friend right where you wanted him.

Rin’s so fucking lost in your dripping cunt he can barely make sense of your pleas, but the better, more intuned half of him takes hold of your words and musters a reply. “I know you fucking do, hang on, honey, I’m getting to it.” He chuckles, so damn cocky, and you can’t stop the smile from taking over your face. Any type of laughter he ever grants you is a gift, something he really only reserves for you. His lips place a wet smack near the crevice of your thighs, so close yet still so far away from where you need him the most.

He runs a shaky hand through his hair, before bringing it up to cup the underside of your breasts. “You had me drooling like a fuckin’ dog,” he begins, meanly twisting one of your nipples, trying to catch his breath and not look pathetic, “before I even had your panties off, so I’m gonna make sure you’re begging and crying until I give this pretty little pussy what she wants, you understand me?” Keeping his dominance, he spanks your cunt once, then twice, earning a high pitched whine from you.

You dumbly nod your head, “Yes, sir!!” The words leave you much too quickly for your liking, trying so hard to keep your regular cool composure, but let’s be honest, that went out the fucking window as soon as he gave you the right wrong look.

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Hehehehehehehe I’m drunk n high I literally just wrote this in ur ask box lmfaoooo, I love writing under the influence it’s so nice 🤩 question/ statement: I totally think Rin would be a stoner if his gf was, like he can’t NOT participate with you when u get even more giggly and touchy than usual….thoughts? Luv uuuuuuu :D ‼️‼️ 🧋

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WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THIS IS SO GOOD MY TOES ARE CURLING MY HEART IS POUNDING I'M SPEECHLESS HELP MEEEEEE omg I cannot wait for the full fic I'm DYING

also the fact that you wrote this in my ask box is making me think of when you'd let a friend doodle on your arm during class 😭😭 so cute

I'm so in love with this man and you're FUELLING ME LIKE CRAAAAZY omg thank you so much for the food.

In regards to Rin smoking I think obviously it depends on the AU or circumstance or whatever but whenever I think of Rin having a girlfriend I like to think he's really possessive and controlling. (This is very specific to me and my desires so please take with a pinch of salt). But I don't think he's a smoker and I think he'd actually be very against it and demand you not to smoke either. I like the idea of him punishing you for disobeying too 😏😏😏 I just think him and Sae are from a quite well to do family and I think he takes his career as a footballer too seriously to dabble in smoking.

Anyway that's just one scenario, obviously skater boy loser boy stoner boy would be way more into it than my iteration!

[pugwitharug]

Hello! I really want to make a last legacy request, my LL OC is chubby/fat but I'm not real good to explain how the m4 would react to MC being self conscious/uncomfortable in their body.

(ignore the fact that I've had this in my inbox since literally Christmas--)

(by god I will pull myself out of my writing burnout if it's the last thing I ever do--)

Don't you worry my sweet anon, I got you covered

Content Warning: Mentions of negative body image, no specifics on what their body actually looks like

GN Reader, oof this may be really out of character but we're gonna do it anyways, some hurt and lot of comfort, the one thing all the LIs know how to do is give you love

Felix Iskandar Escellun

Felix isn't one for vanity, but he is one for the gothic aesthetic, so you bet he has one of those huge standing mirrors with the most ornate gold-leafed steel frame next to his wardrobe

It's one of the many gorgeous things in his room (not including him heheheheheheh) and it's something you find yourself staring at a lot

You normally do your best to not look at the actual mirror part, but today, your eyes seem drawn towards your body. You're not wearing anything revealing, your fashion style is more conservative by Earth's standards, but you focus a lot on the parts of your body you hate

Your own eyes feel like claws, rending bleeding wounds through your skin. Voices crawl into the back of your head. Ugly. Disgusting. Unlovable. They're hard to block out

You wrap your arms around your stomach, tears stinging the back of your eyes, and you find yourself unable to tear away from the mirror. As gorgeous as the mirror is, in this moment, you want to smash it into pieces

It's now when Felix walks in and sees you shaking in front of the mirror, the tears now starting to roll down your cheeks. He rushes over to you and pulls his cloak off, throwing it over the mirror and pulling you out of your stupor

Once he's sure the mirror is fully covered, he hugs you tightly, rubbing small circles on your back. He whispers comforting words in your ear, refuting everything the voices in your head are saying as if he can hear them himself

It's sort of true, for him. There were times where he felt disgusted by his body, feeling like he's an imposter in a dead person's body. He knows what you're feeling, and he hates that you feel that way about yourself

If he could take all those feelings out, he would. But for now, he's here to help and tell you how much he loves you

Anisa Anka

Being with Anisa has taught you that she can be strong with her opinions about you. Specifically, all the good opinions she has about you

She knows about your self-image issues, and she doesn't blame you for having them!

.....okay, that sounds a little wrong. She doesn't think that you're being dumb or irrational for having those thoughts. Your feelings are valid, and she's here to help you with that

Case in point: the two of you are doing some shopping through the town. Anisa has a free day, and the two of you just wanted to walk around town and see if anything catches your eye

You walk past a fancy dress shop and stop at the window to gawk at the newest dress. It's a gorgeous baby blue color, with white trim and pleating. It's a dress that you would die to have

As you're imagining yourself wearing the dress, your eyes flick over to your reflection in the mirror, and your dreams slowly begin to shatter. Compared to the beauty that is Anisa and the gorgeous dress, how dare you stand next to them. How dare you think you belong in the same space as them

You look away from the window and start to walk away, heart heavy with regret. Anisa notices and gently grabs your wrist, asking what's wrong

There's nothing wrong, you say. You're just ready to move on

Of course, Anisa knows you better than that. She grabs both of your hands and squeezes them comfortingly, reassuring you that those thoughts in your head? Garbage. And you know where they belong? In the trash, out of your fantastic brain and gorgeous body

And by the gods, she's gonna see you in that dress, and she's gonna see you smile

Sage Lesath

Sage never really had body image issues, to be honest. All of the negative feelings he's had about himself are about his actual self, not about his physical body. That being said, he absolutely understand having those negative thoughts about yourself

One of the main ways those negative thoughts materialize in real life is that you always wear pajamas to go to sleep. Full pants and mostly long-sleeve shirts, only wearing short-sleeves if it's really hot. It's in large contrast to Sage's underwear-only sleep style

He's asked a couple times if you ever wanted to try something like a nightgown or wearing shorts, but you've always turned them down. Since it was clear you weren't comfortable with those ideas, he's left you and your sleepwear choices be

One night, you're both getting ready to sleep. He's taking off his clothes, you're putting yours on--or, at least, you're trying to. For some reason, you can't find your last clean pair of pajamas

Did you accidentally put it in the dirty laundry? You rifle through the dirty clothes, scrunching up your nose a little, but you can't find them

Were they shoved into the back of the closet? You get on your tiptoes and feel all against the wooden back, but you can't feel them

At this point, you start to get a little frantic. You need those pajamas. You can't just sleep without them. If you don't, you'll feel your body, Sage will feel your body. Your actual body, your actual skin. Oh, how disgusted he will be

Sage asks you what's wrong, and you try to collect yourself and explain that you can't find your pajamas, but you can't stop the tears from coming and your voice from breaking. Your arms instinctively wrap around yourself, trying to hide from his worried view

He reaches out and pulls you up against him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. His soft hair tickles your nose as he whispers reassurances in your ear

He doesn't entirely understand how you can hate such a gorgeous and divine body like yours, but he's here for you nonetheless. Whatever you want him to do to make you comfortable, he will do it, and he will show you his love in his own way

Mainly through worship. He's a worshipper. We all know this

Rime Solano Varela

I'm gonna be honest, I don't think he really cares about your body like that. He cares about you, of course, but he doesn't give that much thought into what you look like. He's more interested in who you are as a person

Even so, he does understand wanting to feel comfortable in your own skin. He wears what he does because it gives the small sensation of being comfortable, and so he wants that for you too

One day, you're doing some spring cleaning around the house and are clearing out your shared closet. You're pulling out your clothes that you don't wear anymore to put in a donate pile to give it to people less fortunate than you

You're separating your Astraea-bought clothes from your Earth-bought clothes, not entirely sure if you can give away your Earth clothes, when your eyes catch one of the tags on your shirt. There's at least three letters on there, and most of them are X's

You look at all of your Earth shirts. All of them say the same thing. All of them have those damn X's and L's. No M's or S's in sight

Compared to Rime's clothes, which better fit his smaller body, yours look...grotesque. They clearly don't belong here. You clearly don't belong here

You grab all your clothes and throw them as far as you can in a fit of rage that fizzles out into sadness. You stand there, shaking, eyes welling up with tears, stuck where you are with the voices in the back of your head

Hearing the commotion, Rime comes in to check on you. Seeing the clothes strewn about, you standing still in the middle of the room, and knowing your struggles with your body image, it isn't hard for him to piece together what happened

He says your name as he walks over to you, and you don't even get to look over at him before he claps both his hands on your cheeks. As you're trying to recover from the shock, he starts talking

He really doesn't give a shit about what you look like, or what clothes you wear. They're insignificant. Literally just pieces of fabric. The only thing he cares about is you, and you need to start doing that too

His normally icy expression softens as he takes a deep breath, trying to switch gears a little. He just wants you to be comfortable in your own body, and he knows it's easier said than done, but he wants to help you

So let's not focus on what you have and go get something you like, okay? He doesn't know how much longer he can stand seeing you look at yourself like that

[7nessasaryevils]

Earrings off? Check!

Sleeves rolled up? Check!

Punching bag with Ter's face on it? Check!

Blanket to scream into? Check!

Tears ready for whatever nonsense I'm about to get into? Check and check!

Alright episode 9 of Wandee Goodday... hit me with your best shot.

- oh we just full on skipping over the fact that Yak just confessed?? We doing that?? Alright then.

- pfft Yak's immediate whine 🤣 he is a babie ♥️

- fuck yeah sexual assaulter getting arrested!!! Damn right!

- ...is it that obvious... he asked if it was that obvi- YES IT IS THAT OBVIOUS YOU DUMB ASS GAY!!! FUCKING MARTIANS CAN SEE HOW MOONSTRUCK YOU ARE!!

- okay but Taem saying "don't be the person who realizes their feelings too late" cuts so deep 🥺🥺🥺 sweet sweet girl you deserve so much ♥️

- heheheheheheh getting to see dr. Fuckface's face fall for a second time is just as delicious and delightful as the first time!

- me cheering as wandee and Yoryak win for hottest couple

- me when i see dr. Toerag in the back looking like a kicked horse

- my desi wearing queen is back!!! Hi baby!!!

- FOR FUCKS SAKE GET A CLUE!! WE DONT WANT YOU HERE TER!

- starts punching the bag get (punch) your (punch) damn (punch) hands (punch) off (punch) him (punch) you (punch) piece (punch) of (punch) shit (punch)!!

- ...ter on his knees is a surprisingly wonderful ima- WHWKEBISWNHSW YAK!!! COME BACK AND PUNCH THIS ASSHOLE TOO ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!!

- ohhh prayers are coming true left right and centre 👍🏽🤣♥️

- what. the. fuck.

- hey Dee? You're a bone doctor so you know it'll hurt when I break your jaw what the hell are you doing?!?

- never mind no jaw breaking I'm giving you all the hugs and condoms you will ever need!!! GOOD JOB BABES!!!

- I am so fucking proud of Dee in this scene, honestly... him finally realizing that he is worth so much more than Ter ever made him feel and understanding that it's Yak who's helped him be this way ♥️♥️ bonus is getting to see Ter left behind in the trash where he belongs!

- but seriously though... are we really not going to talk about Yak saying I love you??? Really??

- yak being worried that Dee would be mad at him for hitting dr. Dried dog-shit but Dee just worrying that yak might have hurt himself 🥺🥺🥺

- GIVE YAK HIS KISSES DAMNIT!!!

- sigh what's become of us that 10 seconds of a kiss makes us feel like this? (I am us...)

- WHO THE FUCK IS AT THE DOOR?! SOMEONE BETTER BE DYING I STG!!!

- never mind it's from Kao. And a gift from Kao to these two is a gift to all of us!!

- I just need a second to wheeze about the tape over drake's nipples 🤣🤣🤣

- MERMAID TAILS?!

- ... cowards 🤣♥️

- WE'RE TALKING ABOUT IT

- "we started with sex but we're more than that now" really?? You're coming to that conclusion now?? searches for that Scar gif

- flirtatious bet era my beloved 🥹🥹

- oh found it!!!

- see... normally I'd squeak about the domesticity of this... but you fuckers have been doing this for a while so 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

- taking a page from Pran's notebook I see... well done Khun Yoryak

- daily flowers? Check! Fun trips together? Check! Therapy?!?!?! CHECK CHECK CHECK!!!

- no but I'm actually sobbing 😭 Dee making therapy a condition for yak to be his boyfriend is fucking adorable ♥️♥️ he wants for yak to be mentally healthy and I love that!

- ohhh no... oh no no no this is where Dee gets mad at yak... he even looks uncomfortable 😣

- ohhhh... ohhhhhh he just wants yak to be true to himself rather than trying too hard!! Oh thank fuck

- ...bugs... why it always gotta be bugs????

- the worry in Dee for Yak... here comes the gwenchana 😭😭😭😭😭😭

- hey Dee? Darling I know you're worried but.. DOCTOR PATIENT CONFIDENTIALITY IS A THING YOU FOOL!

- Kao my king! Always doing the most! (they do not understand your vision sweet boy keep making your mermaid costumes!!)

- Kwan!!! Hi love!

- oh shit oh shit STRANGER DANGER STRANGER DANGER fuck right off you horse shaped floppy cock you couldn't have Dee so now you're going back to Kwan??

- canon: Mho Ter is a waste of time

- FUCK YEAH KWAN FIND YOUR HAPPINESS!!!

- ahhh ter surrounded by what he deserves... nothing

- zazaki!!! First off, sir, Zuko would be so proud of you! Honourable man! 🤣🤣 second... your girlfriend is precious and I want her!

- whiny babie yak has my entire fucking heart my god

- aww Dee throw him a bone!

- YEI!!! NO GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY SON!!!

- I feel like Cher knows... he won't say it because he knows Yei is trying to protect him but he knows ... at least... I hope he does

- heads on lap I'm so fucking fine 😭😭😭😭😭😭

- my heart breaks for Yei here... he's the oldest but in so many ways he's still a child. He has so many people to take care of, a legacy to uphold, promises to keep... all that grates on a person. Him curling on Cher's lap is the one time he can stop being a pillar for the gym and just be a man who is tired.

- SHIRTLESS YAK OYEI AND HIS PROBLEMS WHO?! (I'm kidding I'm kidding but seriously... sweaty shirtless yak... Dee you lucky bastard)

- Ayyyyyy Dee is back with the family!!!

- yeah cher stand your ground! Or sink to the floor on your knees... either way Yei will say yes 👍🏽🤪🤣

- the way i went oh fuck when I heard their full names being used 👀😱 I don't know how to feel about their father... who I have yet not seen cause I paused to rush over here 😅

- THATS LI MING'S MOTHER!!! HI!!!!

- oh no... oh yei is not happy... and really I can't blame him. Your son is drowning in debt so where the fuck have you been sir???

- ohhh he doesn't like the step mom... oh honey 🥺

- hey! You don't get to come in here and ask questions!! You haven't been around! So shut the fuck up!!!

- that entire sleep sequence has me like this

- are you speaking about the pants or the boy Khun Yoryak??? 👀👀👀🤣

- Dee. Sir. If you intended for that bolster pillow to be a protective divide between you and Yak... you might not want to use a DICK bolster pillow 🤦🏾‍♀️🤣

- not one single athlete has sex before a competition you liar!!! (Except Babe... but that's cause he's a bottom alpha slut 😘🤣)

- snuggles puppies 🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹🥹

- game time lets gooooo!!!

- aww hi Taem!! (Chill Dee, our girl gets it!)

- Fashionista Grim Reaper is back son of a bitch

- LOOK AT YOUR ANGEL YAK HES THERE TO GUIDE YOU TO VICTORY!!!!!!!!

- BOOOYEAH TAKE THAT YOU LITTLE VELVET WEARING HARBINGER OF DEATH!!!

- Cher I'm gonna give you every single damn thing you pretty heart deserves

- Zazaki... you are now my son. Welcome to the family! I can't adopt Mai or Taem because I'm kinda in love with them so...

- WELCOME TO THE FAMILY FOR REALLL!!! (also love that Yei had to check with Cher 🤣🤣)

- you're about to pull some nonsense right now, aren't you Yoryak?

- Wandee!!! You don't get to judge yak on his flirting!! We all remember this 🤣🤦🏾‍♀️🤪

- more kisses??? 👀👀 please give yak more kis-damn you and your rules wandee!

- I LOVE WHEN WE BREAK THE RULES!!!!

- look at them kissing and being disgustingly in love 🥰 ♥️♥️🥹🥹🥰

Now what do we have for next week?

... SON OF A BITCH

join me next week when I bang my head into a wall watching our two beloved brothers go to literal blows 😭😭😭😭 poor Cher and Dee are gonna have to watch their lovers hurt...

[leef-leech]

Just..... Fangirl with me

Gimme them legs and waist-

😫

Enjoying the view

Wanna just snatch-

hehehehehehehe

Scrumptious

The bod I can't-

Looking respectfully-

still looking respectfully-

Time for some cuteness

Angy baby

Sweetie wha?-

The smile 😭😭

Look at them

angy baby x2

again..... sweetie-

ok its done. Hope you enjoyed some pics I found on pinterest 😊😊😁😁😁

[gothsuguru]

KAIRO HIII KAIRO HI HI HIIII:3333333333 HOW ARE YOU MY ANGEL???? WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TOOO??? TELL ME EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW I NEED TO KNOW HEHEHEHEHE

okok but i bring news of my tengen adventures................. first of all that twitter artist you told me about............................................. i died. ARE YOU KIDDING MEEE WHY IS HE SO FUCKING HOT THAT FUCKING ARTIST NEEDS TO CHILL OUT HELLO i genuinely almost spit out my water when i opened their account that was crazy... SO THANK YOU FOR THATT!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM FOREVER GRATEFUL🙏🙏🙏 oh and!!!!!!!!!! i'm gonna finish the third season today btw hehehe I AM LIKING IT A LOTTTTTT it's super fun (and i really am just in love with tengen i can't even lie he's insane<3) i haven't read the manga though i literally only happened upon demon slayer bc of lily tbh lmao so i am very new to it all!!!!!!!!!!! but i am very excited abt it bc again.. i really really like it<3333333333333 HAVE YOU SEEN IT ALL??? WHO ARE YOUR FAVOURITES??????? THIS IS ALSO SMTH I NEED TO KNOW OR I'LL DIEEEEE IT'S IMPORTANT KAIROOOOOO>:33333 ANYWAYYY I LOVE YOUUU AND I HOPE THAT YOU'RE DOING SO SO GOOD MWAH MWAH MWAH SENDING YOU A MILLION BILLION KISSES RN PLEASE CATCH THEM ALL!!!!!!!!! - @teddybeartoji

MICKEY MY MICKEY 😋😋😋 I LOVE YOU BABY HOW ARE YOU I MISSED YOUUUUUUUUUUUU <333 omg lately i’ve been reading manga: the elusive samurai and sakamoto days!!!! (YOU WOULD LOVE SAKAMOTO DAYS BTW THAT’S A MANGA I WOULD HIGHLY RECOMMEND TO YOU SPECIFICALLY…) look at my husband nagumo he’s so toji & yuuta coded :3 hehe ((you’d love the manga it’s all bad bitch assassins and silliness coupled w insane fights!!!!! I LOVE IT SM))

AND RAHHHHHHHHHHH UMIKOCHANNART MY BELOVED!!!!!! did you see these??? this one of tengen is so gorgeous and then this one of tengen and her husbands (hinatsuru is so geto coded & makio w the blonde dyed hair… omfg op makes the husbands look so insanely sexy they have the sexiest art…) and this one of toji makes me bark 🤭🤭🤭

OMGGGGGGG THE THIRD SEASON!!!!!! HEHEHE HOW ARE YOU LIKING IT SO FAR??? i love demon slayer so much it was the second manga i ever read hehe :3 AND LILY HAS SUCH SUPERIOR TASTE LIKE TENGEN AND TOJI AND SUKUNA LIKE BESTIE KNOWS WHAT’S UP! and omg i also HIGHLY recommend the manga since it’s done! i’m so excited for the movies too the last arc is literally so insane i’m so HYPED!!!!!! 😵‍💫🙂‍↕️

AND MY FAV CHARACTERS AHHHHHHH tengen obviously like that’s Husband… <333 and i love all my babies like tanjiro and inosuke and zenitsu and nezuko are literally my children sniffles i love them so much……. same w muichiro! that’s my SON! i love giyuu & rengoku too! & OBVIOUSLY I LOVE YORIICHI TOO!!! AND UBUYASHIKI!! i love all the characters in the show i think they’re so well-developed and different from each other! demon slayer is soooooooo good i remember BINGING the manga until like 3 am bc i needed to know what was gonna happen like… WOW it’s so well written IMO <3

HEHEHEHEHEHEHE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MICKEY I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER ILYSM MWAH MWAH MWAHHHHHHHHH <3 give tengen a smooch for me :3 🩷🤭🩷🤭🩷

they mean the world to me……. sniffles………. <333

[my-own-walker]

The Kids Don't Wanna Come Home - Part 1

note: SURPRISE BITCHES LOOK WHO IT IS!!!! this almost didn't happen bc i lost the entire draft and had a meltdown...lmao

summary: summer with jimmy darling (pre-freakshow events)

warnings: none...for this part...

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‘You’re gonna get yourself killed,’ I laughed, a stitch forming in my side.

Propped up on an elbow, I watched as Jimmy hopped from one smooth rock in the stream to the next, foot slipping a bit as it made contact. A distinctly Chuck-Taylor-sneaker squeak rang out amongst the trees as he caught himself. He looked back at me and smiled bashfully.

'Jimmy!' I cried, 'you're going to get hurt!'

'I'm 'aight doll,' he shouted in reply, setting his sights on the next piece of dry Earth. He skipped over and landed rather ungracefully on the marshy shore of the other side of the water. I laughed and shook my head, laying back down on the yellow checkered blanket. Scratchy woolen fabric itched at my sticky skin.

It was summer in our sleepy Florida town. Summer was longer days, hot and sunny with warm balmy breezes. Jimmy and I ran around the woods with abandon nearly every day. It wasn't uncommon to see us lugging a blanket, some Cokes, and a portable radio across town to get to our spot.

The small radio crackled a song I couldn't quite make out next to me. We spent time together in secret, mainly. My parents were rather unkind to the idea of me hanging around 'circus folk.' It hurt Jimmy to sneak around like this, but it was the only way I could see him without being disowned.

We had plans to run away one day. Not now, but soon. The two of us had been in a constant race to grow up and grow past the teenage purgatory we had found ourselves in. Not quite old enough for freedom, not quite young enough to comply.

The hot sun was firmly centered in the bright blue Floridian sky, kissing my skin with its outstretched rays. I closed my eyes under my white-framed sunglasses and sighed. The air felt thick and wet entering my lungs. Many moments in the light drfited by. So quietly, in fact, that I must have fallen asleep as they tiptoed away, lulled by the tranquil passage.

'Y/N!' I heard a distant voice call out. My eyes fluttered open softly. 'Y/N, look!'

I sat up quickly, afraid something bad had happened to Jimmy. My eyes fell upon his figure, still across the stream, waving an object at me. My eyes hadn't adjusted to consciousness quickly enough, so I strained to see what it was. Slowly, I began to make out a bunch of flowers clutched tightly in his hand.

'I found your favorite!' he exclaimed, grin on his face. He started on his voyage back to the other side of the stream, calculating which rocks to leap onto carefully. When he reached me, I was finally able to clearly see five passion flowers guarded safely in his grasp. I gasped slightly at the sight of them.

'Jimmy! They're lovely,' I gushed, propping myself up on my elbow once again to grab at them. 'I guess it is July, huh?'

'Yeah, I guess they're in season again. They're beautiful, just like you, baby,' he smirked.

'Thank you for finding them, my beloved,' I giggled, giddy with the joy of him thinking of me, with the added bonus of him remembering my favorite type of flower. I laid back down on the blanket, flowers clasped in both of my hands.

I watched as Jimmy fanned himself, took a sip of the Coke he brought, and took his shirt off. It was a decidedly hot day. He looked down at me. His shirtless form reached down and caressed the dainty gold necklace that sat on my chest, just below my collarbones.

'You're a vision, you know that?' he sighed. 'Just a total...' he wolfwhistled, not able to find the word he was looking for. Or maybe the wolfwhistle was the word.

'You're not half-bad yourself, Darling,' I replied, with a wink. He inched closer to me so that his face floated right above mine.

'You have no idea what you do to me,' he whispered.

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hehehehehehehe short bc i wanna make it two parts bc why not right

[montegna]

IM BACK BABY

I think he looks better in this style

HEHEHEHEHEHEH >:3

[watchoutforthefanfics]

achievement unlocked 🔓 (part eight) || Streamer AU! Reddie (IT)

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: this prompt + BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish

Summary: Richie liked to play video games, and by some stroke of luck, it became his job. Being primarily known as Trashmouth on stream, he found his own little group of streamer friends and they became intertwined: The Losers Club. It never did feel quite complete, though. Well, until, he got his very own backseat gamer in chat.

TWs: innuendos, lots of talk of sex (it's Richie), cursing, brief mention of toxic relationships, and shameless flirting.

[[A/N: This had me twirling my hair and giggling. Hehehehehehehe. They like each other so much !!! Enjoy :))]]

Richie woke up to approximately 50 messages. Okay, so maybe he was exaggerating, but squinting at his phone in the early morning (it was like 10:30 maybe) really exaggerated the amount. It was all so blurry, he couldn't really tell what exactly he was looking at, but he knew it was a lot. With a breath, he pushed himself up, to lean against the headboard of the bed -his head hurt a little, and he could kind of tell he had a shitty sleep. He couldn't really say why, he didn't really fucking know.

Mindlessly, he grabbed his glasses from his nightstand (which holy fuck did they need to be cleaned) and slid them onto his face. It took him more than one try (he wasn't exactly the most coordinated, not even when he was fully awake). After continuously pushing back a mob of curls that just stayed in front of his eyes, Richie finally just shook his head and the mob moved out of the way. He really needed to figure out how to take care of curls. Maybe he could ask Bev-

He blinked, refocusing on his phone screen -there was a lot. A mix of Instagram and actual messages (he randomly noted if he should get Eddie's number at some point), he thought for a second he posted something he shouldn't have. So, with a breath, he checked (on all platforms, mind you). All he had was Twitch promo and some stupid tweets (he specifically remembers "animal from the muppets definitely fucks"), though, so he was all good there.

He frowned. What the fuck is going on?

Naturally, Richie went to Instagram first. It was where he talked to Eddie, and that was kinda his first priority anyway. Was that fucked up to say? He loved his friends, really, they just weren't... Eddie.

Eddie was like a whole different tier.

So, he quickly went to his messages. In which he noticed a few different sources, the new groupchat was the primary target with an absurd amount of new messages (he debated turning those notifications off for a spare moment), some from Eddie, and maybe like two from Bev. You can kinda guess where he went first.

e.kaspbrak

Can't believe you fucking fell asleep on me.

You snore by the way.

Richie smiled. Right. They'd been up pretty late last night on the phone. Eddie had told him to go to sleep for hours, but Richie downright refused. And neither of them really wanted to hang up. So, apparently, he stayed on until he passed out.

e.kaspbrak

Hope you slept well, asshat.

Richie laughed out loud. Maybe a little in the giggly kind of way (he likes me) and maybe a little like it was the funniest shit in the world (which it was, to him). He said this literally every day but he was so entirely fucked. Eddie had such a fucking grip on him.

This next one he noted was like super early in the morning for him in New York.

e.kaspbrak

Your ex, Connor, just blocked me.

I went easy on him too, what a fucking baby.

He's married now, though, so I messaged his wife instead. She told me she'd get back to me.

Richie snorted. He couldn't remember the last time someone gave a this much of a shit. About him. His friends loved him, yeah, but to fucking chase down his exes? And fucking insult them into blocking you? There was truly nothing more romantic.

e.kaspbrak

I know you're still gonna be asleep right now because you don't wake up until 3 in the fucking afternoon, but I told the others.

Just check the groupchat.

Text me when you're up, dipshit.

Richie paused a second, suddenly understanding the influx of messages. And now that he looked at it, missed calls.

Before he could think about it, he clicked the camera button and started a video. Wiping the sleep out of his eyes, he threw up a thumbs up.

"I'm awake, Eds," he let out a yawn, naturally stretching slightly, "-at a responsible-" he checked the clock, "-10:37 in the morning. So fuck you."

And send.

Richie blinked. Wait.

He'd never sent Eddie a video in his life. Why was that his instinct? They'd not even sent selfies back and forth, now that he thought about it. He stared at the little bubble for a few seconds too long. And maybe because he was half awake, he just waved it off. Too late now.

Barely awake Richie had less anxiety apparently.

With a smooth motion, he moved on to the groupchat. Surprisingly, most of the recent ones were just reels -back and forth throughout the night. Which was kinda in character, it was a friends' groupchat after all, what was one of those without extensive and constant fucking memes? (It should be said that he did note to mute the notifications though.) And then, after a substantial amount of scrolling, he found it.

e.kaspbrak

Now we are :)

At first, Richie didn't exactly get it. Until he scrolled up even more and was reminded of the 'not yet' text. The one that made him want to twirl in a meadow to some music, like a Disney movie scene. (It actually still kind of hit the same now. Richie felt like he should open up his window and sing to the birds.) Blinking, he refocused.

reddy.bevvy ✔️

NO WAYYYY

Ahhh, congratulations ❤️❤️❤️

benny.boy.official ✔️

so happy for you guys ☺️

stan.the.man ✔️

I wish you the best of luck, Eddie.

mike.me.up ✔️

congrats guys !!!

big.bill ✔️

Did not have trashmouth dating somebody on my bingo card but...

I'm happy for the two of you.

e.kaspbrak

Thanks, guys.

reddy.bevvy ✔️

where's rich ?

stan.the.man ✔️

Good question, Bev.

e.kaspbrak

He's asleep.

mike.me.up ✔️

How do you know that?

e.kaspbrak

He fell asleep on the phone with me.

big.bill ✔️

You guys call? Shit, this must be serious. Richie hates phone calls.

reddy.bevvy ✔️

that is so cute !!! I'm so happy for you two.

stan.the.man ✔️

I told him once my uncle died and he just said 'sorry :(' in a text.

e.kaspbrak

@/stan.the.man He really is a fucking idiot.

stan.the.man ✔️

But, you like him?

Richie could see Stanley's fierce protectiveness from a mile away. It made something warm settle along his shoulders, like a hug maybe.

e.kaspbrak

Of course, he's my fucking idiot.

Richie grinned bright -maybe a little too bright, but luckily it was just him in his bedroom. The walls were the only ones to witness it. So, it was kind of like it never even happened at all. No one else would know. They might be able to assume though.

Bev's messages on Instagram were along the same lines 'congratulations' etc, etc. Not that he didn't appreciate them, they were just kinda repetitive. Most of the text messages were the same with the same sort of purpose and soft emojis. He throughly replied to each one with a smile and thanks.

And then, he got to Bev's.

It almost popped out of the screen, accusatory.

Red 🦰🔥 😘

RICHARD TOZIER

YOU ASKED HIM TO MOVE IN WITH YOU ???

Fuck, right, he'd literally forgotten about it. (How the fuck did he forget that?) Eddie was coming to live with him, in three fucking months! God, had that really even settled in yet?

Richie decidedly did not answer, instead jumping over to Stan's messages. Or message, it seemed.

Staniel 🐦😤😠

Richie.

That spoke all it needed to. Stanley was a powerful man with few words necessary. He could nearly see the furrowed eyebrows and thin-lipped straight-line mouth. All judgemental and shit. In a weird kind of way though, the kind that shows he cares. Somehow.

Richie exited the conversation just the same. Later. It was too early for this shit.

It was of no surprise that Bev and Stan were the ones who called him -maybe five times apiece. Or... Bev did it a lot more. He was frankly surprised she hadn't shown up at his door actually-

e.kaspbrak saved your video to chat

He paused, interrupting his thought process. Instinctively, he clicked through, and sure enough, it was saved in the chat. Richie could see his face (one curl so wonkily out of place that he just knew it bothered Eddie). If he thought about it, he looked incredibly sleepy, cozy even, and his hair was unbelievable actually. Probably the frizziest it's ever been. Which is fucking saying something-

e.kaspbrak sent you a video

Richie froze.

He eyed the message for a few spare seconds, like if he blinked it would disappear. To be fair, all of this could very much be a dream. Maybe as far as the handsome comment, if he was totally fucking honest with himself-

e.kaspbrak

You are stupidly hot.

What the fuck.

Richie laughed a little, maybe instinctively thinking of it as a joke. He didn't know, but his brain hesitated to think it was him being honest like he genuinely thought those things. Richie Tozier? Hot? Since fucking when?

He didn't know what to say, so instead, he opened the video.

It took a minute to open, screen black for longer than a second (Richie made weird expressions at himself as it did so, naturally). And then, Eddie was filling up his screen.

Before it could get too far, Richie held a finger to the screen, effectively pausing it.

He let his eyes swim over Eddie. He looked like the picture yeah, but his hair was longer now, and the peek of freckles along the bridge of his nose was a little bit brighter. More noticeable. And on top of it all, was a flush of red bubbled along his cheeks and if Richie squinted, he could see it on the tips of his ears. (God, Eddie just might be the cutest human being fucking alive.) Richie almost wanted to hold his face, cradle it. Pathetically.

He was outside, Richie could tell that much. Mostly by the blue skies, but as he unpaused it, noises like dogs barking, the low hum of conversation, and cars honking (as is NY) merely confirmed it.

"It is almost noon where you are, dickhead," Eddie spoke (Richie watched the words come out of his mouth, carefully, connecting the dots), big brown eyes latched right onto him, "-You're gonna miss fucking breakfast. Do you know how important breakfast fucking is? For your entire body? It gives you all the shit you need that you're missing from fasting overnight. Hence, break fast-"

Richie hummed, Huh. A little distracted. His eyes were just so-

"-So go eat."

And then it was over.

Wordlessly, Richie saved the video to the chat. Debating what exactly he wanted to text, or if he wanted to just send another video. For a fucking glimpse of him.

God, Richie was so very gay.

He just did what felt natural, what his brain wanted him to.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

I think u r beautiful eds

Before realizing.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

shit unless you're not like comfortable with that word

some dudes aren't

e.kaspbrak

I'm not some dude fuckface.

Before he could text a response -fingers in place, his screen flashed with something new. It was just like a phone call on Instagram, except, on Eddie's half of the screen was, well, him.

Phone a little bit beneath his chin, his eyes scanned out in front of him as he seemed to take steps down the busy street. Richie could sometimes see heads pass by, he seemed to be moving pretty fast actually. Of course, Eds was a fast lil speedwalker. Richie just stared for a little bit, watching the tight little frown he held on his lips as his eyes glanced along the people along the sidewalk (assumedly). God, he really was fucking beautiful-

Richie answered.

"Eds," he chimed smiling, in between wiping his eyes, and shifting into a (sorta) British accent, "-Why have you given me such a pleasure as to grace me with your presence?"

Eddie's eyebrows furrowed, a cute little wrinkle in between them, and his lips shifted into a different kind of frown (Richie guessed it might've been a fake one).

"It's too early to start that shit, Richie," he added, something in his tone that Richie couldn't quite read.

Richie's brain went a little crazy at hearing his name in Eddie's voice, on Eddie's face. Watching all the little inflections as he said it, the way his whole face moved as he said his fucking name. He kind of wanted to commit it to memory-

"Rich?"

He blinked, throwing himself out of his thoughts, "Shit, sorry, what did you say, Spaghetti?"

His eyebrows furrowed again, eyes shining with something Richie could really see as concern. His big brown eyes said a lot, right on the surface, he was kind of fucking entranced honestly.

"You okay?" Eddie asked -softer.

It made Richie melt a little.

"Yeah, shit, yeah, I'm fine, Eds," he cleared his throat, "-You just... You said my name."

Eddie's lips quirked up a second, and Richie wanted to see a full smile so bad that it felt like his blood was burning.

"I've said your name before, dickweed," he chimed, "-like multiple times. Do you not remember the fucking phone calls-"

"But it's you this time," Richie interrupted -impulsively, "-your face. You."

Eddie did smile then, a little small one. It made something zing all the way to his toes.

"My beautiful face?" Eddie teased, and Richie felt a little like he was floating.

Richie paused, before settling on something.

"Yeah," he hummed, maybe a little too softly, "-your beautiful face."

He watched then, as a sort of flush bubbled up to his skin -all the way up to the tips of his ears. It was a splotchy sort of red. He puffed up his cheeks for a moment, and Richie thought for a moment he was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"Fuck you."

Richie burst into laughter, "Wow, I give you a compliment out of the kindness of my heart-"

"What the fuck else was I supposed to say?" Eddie retorted, something in his face flickering frustration (or maybe just flustered), "-You called me fucking beautiful. Who does that shit?"

"Eds, I thought you were beautiful like since the fucking beginning-" Richie added before he could think about it, and when the words settled along in his mind, he snapped his lips shut.

Shit. He really was a fucking loose cannon-

"Seriously?" Eddie asked, softer -big brown puppy dog eyes looking at him. He was so fucked.

"Uh," Richie paused, awkwardly, "-yeah."

"Wait," Eddie scrambled a second, "-How? You didn't know what I looked like-"

"On your Instagram," Richie interrupted, rambling a little, "-you have a, uh, photo where you're smiling. You've got little crinkles by your eyes and shit. And the... the first thing I thought was that you were..."

"Beautiful," Eddie finished -succinctly, not looking at the screen (his face was still pretty red).

"Yeah," Richie continued, awkwardly.

"You can't do that."

Richie pursed his lips, "What?"

"Be all fucking... sincere and shit," Eddie explained, suddenly frustrated, "-You're already handsome and... and charming and fucking funny as shit. Save some for the rest of us, asshole."

Richie laughed again, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling.

"Awe, Eds thinks I'm charming-"

Eddie choked out a laugh, before stomping it down, "I take it all back. You're an idiot."

"Apparently, I'm your idiot," Richie chimed back -teasing.

Eddie fell silent, "Shit."

Richie laughed again, and Eddie laughed too. It made something in him flutter. It was just like every time before, each one laughing a little harder. He thought for a second that maybe it would never stop, maybe he'd run out of oxygen-

"I think you're beautiful too," Eddie chimed (decidedly not laughing anymore, how long had he been just looking at him?), "-just so you know. Dick."

Richie sobered up pretty quickly then, red splotchy patches creeping up his face (probably worse than Eddie's a few seconds ago). Even despite the embarrassment, he smiled goofily and tilted his head, "Thanks, Spaghetti."

Eddie just looked at him, eyes set and lips in a firm line. Almost frustrated and also somehow a little affectionate.

"I'm going to beat the shit out of your exes."

Richie laughed, "You could probably take them, Eds. You have so much anger in that tiny little body-"

"I'm 5'6, dickweed," Eddie hissed, "-5'7 is the average height of a man, internationally. I'm average height, it's not my fault you're freakishly fucking tall."

"What about in America?" Richie very well knew it to be 5'9.

"Fuck you," Eddie's lips flattened into a thin frown, "-and get the fuck out of bed. Go eat some breakfast."

Richie opened his mouth to respond.

"-I'll stay on this fucking call until you do."

Richie thought there might be some other reasons too. It just made him grin brighter, too bright probably (but Eddie looked at him in a certain type of way that he never wanted to stop so maybe it was okay). They stayed on the phone for a lot longer than necessary (somehow Richie didn't mind), and he got to chime in on Eddie's grocery run, which was fun. Especially when he got to physically see Eddie's face as he cussed him out. (Did you seriously just tell me to get fucking Twinkies?)

He wasn't surprised when just a few hours later, he got a knock on his door. Mostly because he still hadn't answered her text messages, or Stan's message either. Quickly responding to Eddie (something about streaming), he wandered up to his door.

He might as well give her a key actually-

Bev walked in with a smile, extending a drink toward him (some fruit drink with like fresh strawberries from Starbucks that he had decidedly never had), and walking a few steps forward. Richie sipped from it, and gently shut his door behind her -locking it.

Before he could even turn around, Bev punched his arm hard -the ice sloshed in his drink.

"Fuck, Red," his freehand came up to rub at it, turning to her, "-What was that for?"

"Not telling me shit," Bev chastised, before extending her hand -expectantly.

Richie furrowed his eyebrows for a second, eyeing her palm, "Uh, what?"

"Your phone," she chimed, like it was obvious.

"I didn't ask through text, Bev," he clarified, "-we talked on the phone."

"How did it e-" she started, before pausing. She held up her finger as if to say one moment, and pulled out her phone. With a breath, a dial tone echoed out into the room.

"Hello?" Stanley answered. Fuck.

They were ganging up on him right now, why? He didn't deserve this shit. It had just come out, and Eddie was okay with it-

"Hey, Stan," Bev responded, "-I'm at Richie's, like we talked about."

Like we talked about, Richie sighed, "C'mon guys, I don't need a fucking intervention-"

"It's not an intervention," Stan's voice chimed up put of the phone, "-We're just fucking confused as hell, Rich."

"Yeah," Bev supported, "-I really like Eddie for you, but where did this come from?"

Richie questioned, assuming she talked to Eddie to learn that information, "Did Eddie not tell you?"

She pursed her lips, answering, "No."

Richie briefly wondered why, but it kinda made sense. Eddie was pretty private about things like that, and if anything (since they were Richie's friends first), he'd want Richie to handle it. He didn't want to fuck any of it up, even though Richie told him that he really couldn't.

"He called me yesterday during his shift," he explained, "-Told me that a coworker was flirting with him, he rejected, and she threw hot ass coffee on him-"

Stan interrupted, "Is he a barista?"

"Was," Richie corrected before continuing, "-Long story short, he walked out of his job and quit. And then he started getting frantic about rent and hating his life... and it just... slipped out."

"And you meant it?" She questioned, carefully.

"Yeah, of course I did," Richie laughed, "-he's... Eddie."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Stanley crackled over the phone.

"It's... Eddie," he repeated, unsure how to go from there, "-He's my favorite person in the whole fucking world, no offense. I can't help myself with him-"

"Your favorite person?" Bev questioned -quieter, gentler. Richie wasn't sure what to do about it, or how to interpret it.

"Yeah," he echoed out, before adding, "-like I said no offense. You guys are like a close second-"

Bev held out her hand, and Richie furrowed his eyebrows, "I wanna see your messages."

Richie didn't even flinch, accepting her phone as she handed it to him with ease. Stanley didn't say anything for a second like he was thinking -processing. Richie knew that meant he was about to say something big; he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

"You videochatted?" She asked, and before Richie could respond, continued, "-You called him beautiful?"

"Hey, I told you about that one-"

She didn't say a word, instead, Eddie's voice echoed out into the air, "It is almost noon where you are, dickhead-"

"Huh," she commented, scanning over him, "-he is pretty cute. I can totally see the beautiful thing-"

"You really do like him," Stanley's voice called out, curious, "-don't you?"

Richie gnawed at his lips, fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt -debating how to say it, "So fucking much."

"And he likes you too?" Stan asked, quietly.

"Yeah," Richie paused, "-at least, I think so."

"No, 'I think so'-" Bev interrupted, handing him back his phone and accepting her phone, "-I text him. He likes you. A lot."

"Yeah?" Richie asked, grinning.

"Oh, yeah," Bev laughed, "-he told me that he found you from one of Mike or Ben's streams. You said some stupid shit in the chat, he saw the checkmark and got curious. He went to your channel, and-"

Richie felt a little like exploding.

"-watched some of your streams. 'I liked his laugh and his stupid ass face'," she quoted, smiling, "-You'd been his celebrity crush for like a year and a half-"

"I was his celebrity crush-" Richie nearly cooed, pretending to faint, "-Bev pinch me, I'm dreaming~"

She laughed, loud. It made something in Richie lighten, he really fucking loved making his friends laugh. And it always made him just love his friends ever more. He never thought he'd get this-

"I'm happy for you Richie," Stan interrupted, "-really fucking happy for you. I am gonna have to text him though."

"Give 'im the ole runaround," Richie joked, in a heavy Southern accent.

"Seriously, Rich," Stanley clarified, "-if he tries any shit, I'll book a flight to New York."

"Stanley, my hero," Richie sighed out.

"Rich."

"I know, I know," Richie relented, breathing out, "-I don't think he's gonna hurt me. I'm really... I trust the fuck out of him."

"Yeah, good," Bev hummed, "-it's our job to test him."

"Guys," Richie laughed, fake pleading but still kinda genuine, "-please don't scare him away, I really like this one-"

"It won't scare him away," Stanley added, "-if he's serious."

Richie rolled his eyes.

Quickly, going to Instagram, he shot Eddie a warning message.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

incoming daddy stan and momma bev asking about your intentions with me

🚨🚨 this is a warning 🚨🚨

He waited a second.

e.kaspbrak

Bev already did that.

But tell Stan to bring it on, I'm ready.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

u can't do any worse, right ?

the bar is on the floor lol

e.kaspbrak

I'm gonna be the best boyfriend you've ever had, dipshit.

Boyfriend, chimed through his head, and Richie grinned bright.

e.kaspbrak

And not just because all your other ones are shitty.

Because I actually want to fucking take care of you and your stupid brain.

Very stupid brain.

Something twisted in his chest, a little overwhelming.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

I'm getting mixed signals here, eds

e.kaspbrak

Shut up, dipshit. ❤️

Richie felt a little like he might cry. In the good way.

e.kaspbrak

No, you're not.

And before your brain starts shit, I like the fuck out of you.

Okay, in a very good way.

[strayheartless]

(heyyyy) how are the witch boyfriends with the other coven kids? do they like them? dislike them? any urges to adopt?

heheheheheheh *excited critter noises* WHEN I TELL YOU I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME THIS DAMN QUESTION!

So just to get one thing straight, the boys (in this AU at least) are happy being child free and don't plan to bring little ones into the fold anytime soon.

HOWEVER(!!!!)

Gen and Angeal grew up in the Coven. It wastheir home and so they have been around for most of the births of the babies. this means the kids know them and love to bug them and have them play with them. Secretly I think Angeal probably would like to have a kid someday, but Gen and Sephiroth specifically are not there yet.

Seph finds adults difficult, so children are a whole different language to him, and Gen currently likes his freedom too much to be tied to reruns of bluey and bathtimes. Both of them agreed when they started dating that they'd talk about it again when they were both thirty. Later Angeal and Zack accepted theses trems as fair. Cloud never verbally said "yes, that is fair" but he has also never challenged it.

Zack is a big kid at heart and is very good with the Coven Kids. They think he's funny and find him endlessly facinating cause "You heal animals without magic??? thats so cooool!" hes the fun uncle at parties and events and they are usually getting piggy backs off of him and hanging off his arms.

Angeal is the sensible uncle that usually is the one calling "be careful kids!" when things get rough. He is also A+ dadgeal when the kids are upset and their parents are not there.

Genesis plays at hating having them near him. The kids find him endlessly entertaining when he makes a show of rolling his eyes at them and calling them snot nosed brats. but he always ruins it by winking at them and sneaking them candy.

Sephiroth does not know how to handle them at all. he has saved them from falling a few times. a specific memory of a kiddo falling off a play frame has everyone gushing at how fast Sephiroth moved to catch little Terra (don't look at me like that KH will always be my go to for kiddos) before he hit the floor.

Cloud is a Closet child whisperer. He doesn't appear as someone who would be good with kids but there are a few kids that just follow him around endlessly. He engages them well and treats them like intelegent beings. They all fight for Cloud cuddles when he's feeling up to giving them and theres one little boy in paticular that likes to quietly come and sit with Cloud at coven parties and lean on his arm.

Everyone in the Coven is bound by a magical duty of care spell to make sure that the Kids are safe and loved. Part of the reason Angeal doesn't push Gen and Seph is because in reality they look after the coven kids like everyone else and that resposibility is enough.

That being said.... that Quiet little silver haired kid... the one called Riku. Yeah he might just worm his way into their lives a little snugger than the rest.