#me using those words lovingly towards things and people i love

[nicollekidman]

Hang on- are you not gay though? I thought you were? I mean they’re right if you’re not gay you need to keep ‘dyke’ and ‘fag’ the fuck out of your mouth.

i'm really enjoying just listening to you all make assumptions and spiral out of control the instant you think you have a reason to be mad djgjhjhdjd keep going if you want

[conelluwrites]

the red means i love you

Reader/Doppelgänger Francis (main focus on the doppelgänger aspect) (reader goes by she/her and is described with vaginal terms)

posted on my AO3

word count: 2.6k

title from The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley

Contains: monster fucking (doppelgänger fucking), headcanon design for non-disguised doppels, barbed dick, breeding, and blood drinking

You let the wrong one in, but maybe it's not as bad as it seems when you invite him back to your apartment.

“Mmm…”  The voice sounds uncanny, too similar to Francis with the slightest hint of a purr that the tired milkman would never express, “I’m rather thankful that you let me in earlier, you know?”  His uniform is clean and tidy, well put together in a way that Francis would never be able to achieve due to his early morning risings.  His hair is just barely out of place.  Things that no one would notice-- things that make her wish that she had called Francis’ apartment to see if he was home.

“W-Wha-!”  The doorman stumbles back in fear, causing her to bump her back into the chest of the doppelgänger who all too readily wraps his arms around her waist.  One of his hands trails down her rigid arm and grabs the hand of hers that is trembling its way towards the phone.  Even if he didn’t intervene, the D.D.D. would not arrive in time to prevent any damages, he was in the safety room.  His fingertips are inhuman, too sharp but not yet undisguised, as they intertwine with her own to prevent her from dialing the number she memorized so easily.

“Shhh, shhh…  There’s no reason for you to be afraid.”  He coos, brushing his nose against the exposed flesh of her neck.  “No need to scream, no need to squirm, no need to put up a fight…”  His voice is velvety but now lacks the tiredness the real Francis carries.  It’s not surprising that he’s giving up his disguise piece by piece, she assumes that it must take some level of effort to be so near-perfectly disguised and she knows at this point she’s utterly fucked.  “I could take you away from this annoying position forever if you want.  No pesky D.D.D. agents, no more anxiety from our kind, no more living in fear.  Sounds pretty nice, hm?”  His free hand goes to hold her chin, his sharp thumb slightly digging into her jawline.

“But I gotta protect my neighbors.  My job-- sitting here and looking at everyone and their documents, it might suck at times but it keeps everyone safe.”  She says, her voice trembling.  Her throat is bone dry from fear, her chest aches from the uneven breathing leaving her slightly open lips.

“Oh, my dear, that’s such a noble sentiment.”  The doppelgänger sighs dramatically before shaking his head.  He spins her around in his grasp, the hand that was holding hers goes to her waist.  His fingers trace along her jawline, making sure to keep a gentle, but firm, grip on her so she cannot try to escape.  There’s a bright grin on his face, his teeth too white to be human.  “But how many times have they let you down?  Surely they have failed you before.  People are fickle creatures; they don’t appreciate what they have until it’s gone.  I promise to protect you, sweetheart, just let me stay with you tonight, hm?”

Her mind races, so many thoughts of her own death and the death of her neighbors.  “How do I know you won’t hurt me?”  The answer is obvious-- if the doppel were going to hurt her, he already would have.  He’s stronger than her, stronger than any human and she’s still in his grasp.  If he wanted to maim her, he would have already.  “You doppelgängers just want to kill and eat us.”

“Ah, you misunderstand me, darling!  I could never harm a hair on your lovely head.”  The doppelgänger earnestly insists.  His thumb brushes gently across her cheek, trying to so lovingly convince her.  “All I want is to hear more stories about your day and listen to those sweet little fears of yours…  And yes, perhaps indulge myself in some delicious blood as well.”  He’s whispering intimately, as if they’re a pair of lovers.  The grip on her waist tightens slightly but remains mostly gentle, it’s almost comforting despite the sharp nails against her shirt.  “C’mon… please trust me.”

“But I-”  her voice dies out the longer she allows herself to fall into the illusion of mutual trust.

“It’s okay, my love,” he murmurs understandingly, “don’t overthink things, hm?”  He kisses her temple tenderly, a perfect imitation of love between humans.  His eyes flicker towards the phone, allowing even himself to dream of a different world where he could whisk her away and keep her all to himself.  “Let’s just go for now, let’s go somewhere private where no one can bother us.”

She relents easily, tearing her gaze from his face and allowing it to travel down the white uniform before making its way back up to his face.  “My apartment is on the first floor.  We… We can go there together.  We don’t have to worry about others seeing us, everyone else is in for the night.”

Francis’ grin grows even more, his canines growing sharper than any humans can be naturally, “That sounds perfect.”  He sounds appreciative, leading him gently to the door to exit the safety room.  The walk to the apartment is short.  As the apartment door closes, the intensity changes slightly; he is watching her carefully while also taking the new space.  “Nice place.  So cozy…”

“Thank you….” She murmurs. “I figured it’s safer for you to be here than anywhere else in the complex.”

Francis’ doppelgänger hums thoughtfully before nodding in agreement.  After the brief exchange, he takes the opportunity to explore the small apartment, touching things lightly as if trying to understand their purpose and history though touch alone.  Every movement exudes confidence in his decision-making process, evaluating the potential of each object.  “You’re so brave, you know.  C’mere.”

She walks over to him hesitantly and stands there.  The doppelgänger is taller than her.  Despite it all, since he’s imitating one of her neighbors that she’s rather fond of, she feels herself relaxing.  He wraps an arm around her waist casually, pulling her close while leaning down until their hands nearly touch.  He inhales deeply, enjoying the warmth that a human being brings.  He drawings circles on his back with his free hand.  He continues to lean down slowly -- closer and closer to her neck.  Her breath hitches as his nose finally meets her neck.  Her hands meet his waist and tighten slightly, crinkling his shirt.  Adrenaline is racing through her body, making her tremble slightly but she refuses to pull away.  The way the doppelgänger rubes and nuzzles his nose into the crook of her neck is the sweetest thing she’s experienced recently.

The doppelgänger lets out a satisfied rumble, savoring the sensation of her trembling beneath his touch.  If anyone saw them now, they’d assume it was two lovers locked in passion.  His lips brush against the skin he finds lightly before he stops abruptly.  “Promise me something -- promise that you won’t run away.”

“...”  She considers his words carefully.  Every primal instinct in her is begging her to run, to get away as fast as she can.  But she hasn't and, to be honest to herself, she doesn’t want to.  She’s rather content staying like this, being in his arms with his face buried in her neck.  She know he could bite her, sink sharp teeth in her neck and finish her life in less than a second, but she finds herself trusting that he won’t.  “ I promise.”

“Good girl.”  He praises softly, finally giving into temptation and pressing his teeth gently against her neck.  Not hard enough to yet draw blood, just merely teasing her.  His arm tightens around her as the gravity of her promise fully settles between the pair.  The danger she’s in never fully dissipates but mixes well with the affection he’s showing her.  “You deserve a reward for trusting me.”

“Oh?  Like what?” She asks, her grip on him loosening as her body adapts to the unfamiliar situation.

Francis’ doppelgänger chuckles, the vibrations tickling her neck.  “Don’t fret, just something that will make us both happy.”  With a groan, he allows his disguise to slip further and further, his teeth sharpening.  They puncture her skin ever so slightly, blood trickles immediately out of the small wounds.  With a satisfied hum, he pulls away and licks his lips, allowing blood to pool.  “Just relax, enjoy this moment.”  She struggles out a broken moan; it’s not necessarily painful but it reminds her of how weak and vulnerable she is in the moment, a feeling that is intoxicating.  “Relax.” he murmurs against her skin soothingly.  There was no aggression or hunger driving him, it was just to provide nutrients for him to continue his time with her.  Slowly yet deliberately, he licks up the collected droplets while sucking lightly on the wound.  He alternates between suckling and licking the wounds, moaning.

“Y’gonna leave a hickey on me.” She sighs out, her body relaxing even further.

“Only for me to look at later.”  He promises, his breath hot on her dampened flesh.  The rhythm slows down until it stops altogether and he pulls away.  Slowly and carefully, he raises his gaze to meet hers.  “Now tell me more about those annoying D.D.D. agents.”

“I don’t know much about them, to be honest.  They don’t hang around after the cleaning procedure and they don’t talk to me aside from congratulating me on living another way.”  She says, swiping a bit of her own blood from his lips with his thumb.

“You should know more than that.”  He growls. “We could use your help some day.”

“We?  You want me to help the doppelgängers?”

“Of course.  Someone like you, someone so skilled at calling us out…  You could be helpful in our cause.”

“I don’t believe that’s such a worthy cause…” She murmurs, resting her head against his chest.  His heartbeat is inhuman, too slow to be human, but it’s relaxing.  “Though…”

“Though?  You would be safe -- you’d be part of our family.  Perhaps one day I could introduce you to some of the ones I’m closest to.”

“Mm.”  She weighs his words carefully.  In a disturbing, unacceptable way, it’s almost sweet.  “I suppose that, as long as I’m protected by you, I’d be honored to meet them.  Does that make us mates?”

“Indeed.”  Silence stretches between them for a moment.  “In our world, we share souls upon consummation.”  He stares into her eyes after the statement, gauging her reaction based on his customs.

“Ah, like marriages for humans then?  Do you want to consummate our bond?”

The doppelgänger stiffens slightly at first before relaxing.  “Yes.  But we must proceed cautiously.”

“Why’s that, my love?  Is your genitalia that different?”  She asks, leaning up to nuzzle her nose against his for a moment before pulling away and going to stroke his cheek softly.  The skin is rubbery and like ice against her fingers.

“Hm…  No, not quite.”  There’s a beat of uncomfortable silence, he allows her mind to wander with possibilities.  “Our release is also quite different, I believe.  Is that okay?”

She’s quiet for a moment, allowing herself time to fully comprehend the possibilities ahead of her. “Yes.  I want to be your mate, so please…  mate with me the way doppelgängers do.”  Francis’ doppelgänger feels a surge of triumph.  The transformation starts gradually as he allows himself to rip through his disguise.  The clothes rip and tatter, falling to the ground around him as she lets him go, allowing him to fully transform.  Glistening black scales peek through skin like moonlight reflecting off ocean waves, his fingers grow out to sharp daggers, his arms and legs elongate as his muscles tense.  His teeth barely fit in his mouth, the sharp points poking slightly over his lips.  His cock is impossibly thick and long, tiny barbs lining the sides as it oozes black pre-cum.  He lifts her effortlessly, his hands on her ass as he carries her to her bedroom and places her gently on the bed.

“Lie back.”  He commands quietly, watching every breath he takes with anticipation and hunger.  She lays back, obediently as he hovers over her patiently.  There’s no shame or hesitation in his gaze as his hand travels up her shirt to lift it over her head.  She tugs off her pants, leaving her in her bra and panties.  His gaze is full of pride.  “You’re mine now, my soulmate.”

“You’re perfect.”  She says softly, cupping his face and kissing his monstrous face lovingly.  Her lips meet his rough lips and pointed teeth.  She winces preemptively as his sharp claws make easy work of her panties, tugging on the fabric until it tears away and reveals her glistening sex.  The thick, black sludge lubricates his cock, making it ease into her cunt slowly and easily despite its grand size.  She feels the tiny barbs grow slightly, just enough to dig into her walls to prevent her from squirming away or resisting.

He hisses appreciatively at the compliment and the feeling of her heat enveloping her slowly.  “You’re tight.”  He grunts out raggedly, thrusting deep.  The sensation matches beast-like intensity, every movement echoing throughout the small bedroom.

“Hah, you’re bigger than I expected.  So fuckin’ thick.” She pants out, her cunt swallowing his cock with little resistance.  “I was scared about the bars, but shit…  your cock is so perfect for me.”  The doppelgänger lets out an animalistic moan at her declaration, his thrusts becoming more aggressive and intense.

“That’s it!  Take everything I got!”  He exclaims hoarsely, nails digging into her hips.  “Answer me, would you want children?”  He gasps urgently.  Despite the heaviness of the question he posed, he keeps pushing relentlessly -- seeking assured release.

“I-I-!  Yes!  I want to swell with your young.”  She says lovingly, moaning.

He roars at his words, bowing low to catch her lips.  The kiss is filled with dominance and ownership.  “Perfect.”  He growls into her mouth, shifting positions easily so she’s on top of him.  “Ride me until we’re done.”

She straddles him easing, wincing as the shift in positioning digs his barbs deep into her cunt.  “Fuck, baby…”  She breathes out, her hands on his chest.  Her hips raise up and down rapidly despite her legs trembling greatly.

“Let me see those pretty eyes looking into mine.”  He orders hoarsely.  He hisses as her cunt adjusts.  The pain she felt was only temporary, but served its purpose well: reminding her whose body she was riding, a dangerous creature holding immense power over her.  His own gaze burned with need and desperation, pleading silently for satisfaction.  

She looks into his eyes obediently, so full of adoration for the monster.  “I-I-...”  Her breath hitches, she can’t finish her sentence.  She’s too embarrassed to admit her love for him.  Instead, she leans down to kiss him.  Her soft lips meeting his rough, uneven ones.

“Say it.  Tell me how much we mean to each other.”  He demands huskily.  His barbs grow slightly more, haling her movements for a single second.  It’s a sign of his nearing climax that’s mirrored by her frantic movements once she adjusts to the growth.

“I love you, fuck, I love you!”  She moans loudly.  Her cunt begins to quiver and massage his cock.  “Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me.”  She whimpers as his barbs dig in even more as her tight walls convulse around him.  Suddenly she can feel a torrent of his dark, murky cum release deep into her cunt.  His cock swells greatly, making her gasp and cum around him.  Her slick dribbles down his cock and coats him.  Her body slowly relaxes as his barbs retract but he remains swollen.  She lays limp against him, breathing heavily.

He roars hoarsely, pumping several times harder with his thickened cock.  He remains still, breathing heavily with his arms tight around her as he lays on his side, holding her tight to his chest.  It’ll take several minutes for his cock to decrease in size, but it’s unlikely that either of the two will be awake.  “Our bond is sealed.”  He rasps against her ear, nuzzling gently against sensitive skin.

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Like A Dream

Tom Bennett X (Pregnant Wife Reader)

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Word Count: 1,954

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A/N: Writing this came so naturally to me. I had my daughter young and was looking my best right before I got pregnant, so I used personal experience for this one 🥰 also I did an abnormal amount of research regarding the rarity of grapes during this time period and how special it would be for someone to find them available for purchase 🤣🤣

Warnings:: Body Dysmorphia, pregnancy, minor depression,smut, oral sex (F receiving)

"You alright love?" Your husband asks from his place on the sofa as you walk through the front door.

You sigh. "Yes, Tom," you carry the few bags with food you picked up from the market and place them on the kitchen counter.

Ever since Tom found out you were pregnant, he fawns over you. He hates the idea of you lifting a finger in your delicate condition. The problem? You are a very independent person and like your freedom.

"Not too convincing." he rises from the couch and goes to the counter, peeking through the bags to see what you bought.

"Mmmm, they had grapes!" He plucks a grape off the vine and pops it into his mouth.

"Tom!" You playfully hit his arm."They should be washed first! You don't know who had their hands all over em before I bought em!"

"I survived war, love." He leans his back against the counter. "Don't think a grape is gonna do me in when bombs couldn't"

"Yeah, well, they can still make ya sick, and I'm already sick every morning. Can't have the two of us going. " You huff and sit down in one of the old creaky wooden chairs that sit around the scuffed up second-hand table you successfully purchased off a neighbor about a year ago.

"Hey...." He leans down towards you and pushes your hair back. "You're tired and stressed, darlin. Let me take care of this, yeah?"

"I can do it." You grumble, annoyed, and try to pull yourself from the seat, but your near end of term pregnancy belly made standing an incredibly challenging endeavor.

Tom gives you a stern look. "More stubborn than I am." He gives you that cheeky smile, and you playfully roll your eyes.

"That's not possible" Tom is the most stubborn person on the planet as far as you were concerned and you know for a fact that even on your worst day you couldn't possibly be more stubborn than the man you married.

"Ah! I always knew ya married me for my looks." He wiggles his eyebrows at you as he unloads the groceries.

"What can I say? You got me with those blue eyes, and that smile." You look at him lovingly. You married him for a million reasons. He had pursued you relentlessly for weeks before you finally caved and went out with him. You didn't have any reason you made him wait other than thoroughly enjoying watching him try to convince you of something you already wanted desperately.

"Thank God for my parents! They gave me the good stuff!" He chuckles loudly, and you watch him in awe. Tom had this aura about him. He exudes confidence. Tom is handsome. He knows it, and he embraces it. You hardly ever see him without a smile on his face, and he takes almost nothing seriously.

You sigh to yourself as you move to try and pull yourself out of the chair again. Pregnancy is a magical thing. You know this. You feel it, yet you can't help the way it has you feeling about the body it leaves behind.

Your face is fuller. Something people have been complimenting you on, yet you hate it. Your hips are wider, and your already plump thighs have somehow grown bigger.

The discomfort with the changes in your body started gradually, but as you near the end of your pregnancy, less and less do you like what stares back at you in the mirror.

The tears start to well up in your eyes as you fight a losing battle to hold them back.

"Hey..hey! What is going on, love?" Tom crouches before you cupping your cheeks on either side of your face. He furrows his brows in obvious concern. "Talk to me," he gently rubs his thumb against your cheekbone. His heart breaks a little as he looks into your tear filled eyes. Upset with himself that you are this sad, and he didn't notice until now.

You take in a shakey breath and look at him with despair. "I'm a terrible mum, and the baby isn't even here yet." The flood gates break open, and tears finally start to pour down your face.

"W-why... why would you say that?" He scootches closer to you, placing his hands on either side of your thighs and rubbing his hands up and down.

"I should be happy! A good mother would be happy, but..." The tears are pouring out of your face now, the sadness, guilt, and shame bubbling over and making you feel like you have lost complete control over your emotional state.

"But what, sweetheart?" He drops down to his knees, pushing himself between your legs while he continues to caress your thighs. "You can talk to me, oh darlin, please talk to me."

"I ... I ... I ... I hate it!" You start to sob your face in your hands. "I'm tired, everything aches, it's difficult to move, and all that would be bearable if .... if i didn't look so disgusting now"

"Disgusting??" Tom balks at the statement. "Someone say something to you?" His face contorts in anger. "Was that Mike arse three doors down, wasn't it?" Tom nearly growls. "That's about how much he hates me nothing to do with you, darlin. I'll go sort him." Tom shoots up quickly, tossing on his jacket.

"TOM!" You screech just as he is about to fly out the front door, most likely to rearrange Mike's face. Mike and Tom do not like each other it is certainly not a secret in your neighborhood. Yet Mike has never been anything but pleasant to you. After all, his issue was with Tom, and he wasn't going to take that out on you for simply being Tom's wife.

"No one said anything to me, I have eyes! And a mirror! I can see it clearly for myself!" His heart shatters completely when he hears the crack in your voice, his jaw drops, and he wants to retort but quickly stops himself. The priority is you. He needs to take care of you, so as aggravated as he is, he softens his features and turns back to you.

He drops his jacket on the back of one of the other kitchen chairs and takes your hand. "Let's get you into bed, you need rest" You sniffle and nod as he places your hand in his, while gently holding your lower back with the other making sure to get you out of the chair in the most comfortable way possible.

Once you're up and walking, he wraps an arm around you, gently leading you up the stairs and into the bedroom . He helps you get into the bed, raising your legs and sliding them in before crawling in next to you, his face directly across from yours as you both lay on your side facing each other.

"Thank you," your whisper is gentle with a hint of lingering sadness as he reaches over and caresses right under your eye with his thumb.

"You. are. beautiful." He moves closer to you and puts his forehead against yours "Always".

You chuckle slightly. "You are a good husband, Tom Bennett." You lean forward and kiss him gently.

He pulls back from you, cupping your face in his hands. "Look at me"

You look him directly in the eyes. Yours are still a bit watery, so you try to blink back the tears.

"You. are. beautiful." He repeats."You are always beautiful, don't you ever forget that. Big, pregnant, bald even, you are always beautiful"

You giggle and sigh. "You're too good to me"

"Aven't been good enough love. Or you wouldn't feel like this. " He kisses you softly but deeply while gently rolling you onto your back.

"Been neglectin' ya. Work and allat." He kisses down your neck."I'll make it up."

You hum contentedly and place your hand on the back of his head. Arousal builds up in your core, but you're so tired you don't know if you have it in you right now.

"Don't know if I have the energy for this right now." You chuckle as you close your eyes, just enjoying the feeling of him on your neck.

"Just lie back and relax. This is all about you"

He moves down your body, placing a delicate kiss to your belly before pushing your dress up around your hips.

"Oh Tom, you don't have to do this." You say as he pulls your knickers down your legs.

" I wish I did have to do it. Wish it was an everyday requirement, but I guess I have to settle for doing it when you'll let me. " He brings his hands to your heat, pushing your legs out wider.

"Stunning site, really,"

"Tom!" You chuckle and reach down to give him a whack, but he catches your hand and holds it.

He licks a stripe straight up your center. Your hand squeezes his tight, letting him know the pleasure that is building up.

He gently flicks your bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, bringing his free hand to your hip and rubbing circles there with his thumb.

You involuntarily move your hips, desperate for more friction. "You're supposed to be relaxin," he taunts

He returns to your clit swallowing it whole and sucking on it harshly while rolling his tongue over it.

"Oh god, Tom!" You can't help but yell out, your hips taking on a mind of their own as you move against his face.

He smiles against you as he releases your clit nudging it with his nose as he travels lower lapping up your juices before sticking his tongue inside.

Your eyes fly open as you look at the ceiling above you, panting harshly. If someone asked you your name right now, you wouldn't even know the answer. Your head is completely empty of everything, save for the pleasure you are experiencing.

His brings his hand off your hip, the other still grasping your hand tightly. He rubs at your clit with his thumb as he fucks you with his tongue.

"Ahhh. Ahh!" You squeeze his hand tightly as you writhe against his face, getting closer and closer to sweet release.

His hand and tongue switch places as he slides two fingers into you while sucking on your engorged nerve.

"Oh my god, Tom, I can't. I can't!" You don't know what you can't do. You just know that you can't.

He pulls back momentarily. " Oh yes, you can love, and ya will"

He brings his face back to your heat moving it from side to side over your clit while he increases the speed of his fingers.

Everything that happens now is automatic. Your legs lift up and squeeze his head as you arch your back and gasp for air as a title wave of pleasure washes over you.

Tom gives you a few more kitten licks as you ride out your high and stops when you start to twitch.

he crawls back up next to you and flops on his back, panting. "You're. .....beautiful.... don't.... ever... doubt .... that" he rolls onto his side and gazes at your face. "Promise me"

"I promise I'll try Tom." He knows that is the best answer he is going to get out of you so he just smiles.

"While we're talking about promises, I need you to make just one more tiny promise," he grins at you cheekily, sliding his body over so he is right up against yours.

"What?"

He takes your hand and places it over the massive bulge in his trousers

"That you'll help me with this"

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HE’S SO LUCKY PT. 3 — abby anderson

summary — warning: do not fall in love with a straight girl, or do you never know.

description — outbreak!abby, poc fem!reader, frenemies, angsty, SMUT MDI, switch!abby, switch!reader, inexperienced abby, comphet!abby, TW MENTION OF OWEN.

authors note — is this what yall wanted 😁🙌🏽 guys i was listening to taylor swift which is why its so dramatic …

The whole way back to base was lingered in silence, tension and anger. You were quick to make your way to your room, grabbing your shower supplies before heading to the the communal showers living in the apocalyptic world didn’t stop you from smelling good, you truly were more worried for your hygiene than the clicker that was attacking you.

Letting the water fall onto you was so blissful, hearing the doors open you opened your eyes only to meet those blue ones you longed for. Rolling your eyes at the blonde you turned to face the shower head, you discreetly watched as she undressed and took her undid her long braid.

Abby’s hair fell to her lower back, you shouldn’t be looking at her like this but my god we don’t call her Abs for nothing. Quickly adverting your eyes you lathered up the soap all over your body.

“Can we please talk.” She broke the silence, all you could do was sigh heavily turning your head to face her now drenched hair and body under the shower.

“While we’re naked? Classy Abs.” You spoke with sarcasm your eyes fighting the urge to lower your eyes from her face to her chest.

“It’s only us in here and I really need to talk to you, please?” She gave you that puppy face that made you melt.

“Speak.” You licked your teeth now shampooing your hair, eyes now shut to avoid it getting in them.

“Ever— ever since you kissed me I’ve been feeling things, at first I thought I was just confused but Y/n I think I have feelings for you?” You felt your heart stop beating for a second only to start racing you swore it was showing through your chest.

Swallowing deeply you licked your lips, rising the shampoo off your hair. Turning your head you looked at her, nervously biting your bottom lip.

“Abby, you’re in love with Owen and I don’t want to be your little experiment.” She was now inching towards you, both of you still completely naked in the showers.

“I don’t love him, Y/nn, I think I love you.” She placed her hands on your waist, looking at you so lovingly it made your stomach churn.

“No, no, we can’t, this is wrong, we are wrong—“ You pushed her hands off your wet body, turning off the water and quickly wrapping your body in your towel.

“You’re just saying that because you realized what I told you earlier was true and now you want to fuck with my head.” You rambled collecting your things, you didn’t know what to feel? You wanted this, you wanted her, you have her why are you pushing her away?

“Y/n, please.” You heard her voice break a little, it ached your heart but you knew she wasn’t over Owen.

Shaking your head you left the showers and made your way to your dorm that you shared with some scientist that you couldn’t even bother to remember her name.

A few days past by after Abby’s love confession you were still very baffled by everything but luckily today you weren’t assigned to go on patrol, you gave Leah your word that you would hangout with her and to be honest you need to talk to someone about what happened and what better person than your best friend.

There you laid on her bed looking at all the polaroids she took, you imagined that in the real world she would’ve been one of those people who took pictures for a living, just can’t get your mind to remember what the word was. You lingered at the picture she took of you and Abby, your names written on the bottom.

Y/n + Abby.

“I need your advice.” You sighed turning your head to look at your friend who was trying to organize her backpack. Her head shot up, tongue poking out meaning she was very concentrated.

“Huh.” She nodded her head, hands now behind her as she leaned back now giving you her attention.

“Abby told me she loved me.” You saw as her eyes widened and jaw dropped.

“When were you gonna tell me this? And isn’t that a good thing? You don’t seem happy about it.” She tilted her head with thousands of questions spilling out.

“I feel like she was just saying that to mess with me cause I told her that Owen doesn’t love her.” You shrugged your shoulder now sitting up on the edge of the bed.

“Y/n, you stupid bitch, Abby isn’t like that, she never was and she sure doesn’t just tell anyone that she loves them romantically.” She hit your leg, you scoffed now biting on the edge of your nails.

You two decided to head down to the cafeteria for a quick meal, you just wanted to get Abby off your mind for a second. Grabbing yourself a burrito you guys sat at the table her boyfriend was sat at with his friends, your eyes roamed around the cafeteria a slight part of you wishing Abby was here.

It’s like your wish came true in the worst way, you saw the tall blonde chatting away with her ex. You felt sick to your stomach, she did lie to you, why was she so happy talking to him. Putting the burrito down knowing if you took another bite you would throw up.

Getting up from your seat you walked over to her, she turned her head hearing loud footsteps approaching the side of her only for her eyes to widen like she was caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

“You’re a piece of shit Abby.” You shoved her shoulders hard enough for her back to hit the fall.

“No Y/n, this isn’t what it looks like—“ You couldn’t even let her finish speaking, tears threatening to spill down your face so you shook your head and walked away, back to your room.

You heard her chasing after you, calling out your name from behind you, when you reached the door of your room you turned on your heels to face her, jaw clenched and fist balled up.

“Fuck you, I knew you were lying to me.” You tried to steady your breathing trying so hard not to punch her in the face.

“Oh my god Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you that I love you! I only want you!” She shouted causing you to flinch a little.

“Then prove it Abby, prove that you love me!” The tears now spilling down your cheeks so suddenly it broke her heart.

She cupped your face in her hands, her own tears starting to fall down her face. Leaning down she pressed her lips against your puffy ones, the kiss filled with so much passion you could only deepen it. She was the first to pull away her eyes fluttering open, you looked up at her through your wet lashes, wrapping your arms around her neck you pulled her back into you kissing her deeply.

She opened the door to your room, shutting it behind her as she grabbed the back of your thighs and had you wrap them around her waist, never breaking the kiss. She walked over to your bed gently placing you on your back.

“You’re so beautiful.” She mumbled into the kiss, you swore you could’ve combusted at that.

Her lips leaving yours to trail down your jaw down to your neck, nibbling and sucking until she left your neck freckled with her love bites. She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it somewhere on your floor, her hands grabbing the hem of yours repeating the same action done to her.

Her eyes were so soft but her lips were even softer as she kissed down the valley of your chest, fingers snaking behind your bra to unclasp it letting it fall off, she felt like she was in heaven not hesitating to fondle them in her enormous hands.

Her lips connected with your perky nipple, looking up at you with those puppy eyes, your fingers behind her neck pushing her closer.

“More, please.” You let out a breathy sigh, you felt your arousal pooling in your panties.

Her hands came down to your jeans, unbuttoning and pulling them off you along with your panties, she was kneeled down by the edge of your bed as she spread your legs apart. She almost moaned at the sight of your soaked cunt.

“Did I do this baby?” She half joked peppering little kisses around your inner thighs.

“Mhmm.” You nodded sinking your teeth into your bottom lip “Need you Abs.” You whimpered out.

She tossed your legs over her shoulders, trying to go off what pleased her. Her thick fingers parting your cunt watching as your needy pussy clenched at the air. She slipped in her two fingers curling them the way she died for.

“Oh my— fuck Abby.” You whimpered feeling so full with just her fingers.

Her pace quickend the sound of your squelching pussy and her fingers drilling into you made her head fuzzy.

“Like this baby? You like that?” Her eyes never leaving your blissed out face, needing to know you were feeling good.

“Yes baby, keep doing that, makin’ me feel s’good.” You assured her, your fingers gripping onto her hair.

Her lips wrapped around your clit sucking on it causing your legs to shake, mouth forming an O shape as you chanted her name over and over again.

“Abby, Abby fuck I’m gonna cum baby.” You whined your stomach knotting that familiar feeling.

“Cum all over my face pretty girl, give it to me.” She moaned into your pussy sending you over the edge.

Your orgasm hitting you like a thousand bricks, eyes rolling to the back of your head the only thing in your brain was the sound of static. She helped you ride out the intense sensation, slipping her fingers out and sucking on them moaning at the taste of your juices.

“C’mere.” You grabbed her jaw pulling her up to you, smashing your lips against hers, teeth clashing.

You had her lay down on the bed, slipping her cargos off leaving her boy shorts on. Your head leaned against her muscular thigh as your thumb rubbed her clit through her shorts lazily.

“Baby please don’t tease.” Her voice rasped, begging for you to give her what she was aching for.

You hovered your face over her happy trail, tongue tracing down the line before leaving kissing along her v-line. Your fingers hooked onto her panties slipping them off, seeing how her pussy was basically drooling for you.

“Such a pretty girl, pretty pussy.” Your arms hooked under her thighs fingers digging into her flesh.

Your tongue lapped up her cunt, savoring her taste like it was the last meal on earth. Her fingers were quick to grab your hair, you sucked on her puffy pink clit, your tongue sliding into her cunt eating her like your life depended on it.

“Baby, fuck you’re fuckin me so good.” She grunted out riding her clit on your nose, the smell of her made you feral.

The room was filled with the most pornographic noises and the smell of sex. Her moans were getting needier, louder, god if it was possible you snuck your tongue in deeper inside of her.

“Cummin, m’cumming baby.” The grip she had on your hair tightened so good, you felt her cum seep down your chin causing you to suck up all her juices making her cry out feeling overstimulated.

“Fuck I love you Anderson.” You giggled wiping your chin with the back of your hand.

[nectardaddy]

dirty dancing - higuruma hiromi

cw: MDNI, highly (and I mean highly) suggestive, talk of sex, teasing/suggestive banter, dirty dancing, mild degradation [use of the word "whore" at reader], pet names [honey, baby], drinking, drunkenness, language, she/her (ma'am is used once), reader calls him an old man but there's not an age gap

notes: minors if you interact with this AT ALL you're getting blocked on sight, established relationship, written in the lens of him so it's a bit bitter, maybe a bit ooc? but he's drunk so I'll use that as an excuse, lmk if I missed any warnings

Higuruma much prefered bars over clubs, no longer a fan of the drunk antics that came along with the sleazy aesthetic. Being a bit older, and a bit wiser, he had sense enough to tell you no when you asked if he'd rather frequent a club.

But all it took for him to cave was a sickly sweet "please" and to gaze at him lovingly, batting your pretty eyes as you looked up at him. Finding himself eating his words once you dressed yourself in practically nothing, all for the sake of going out. Good god why did he say yes?

It took all but his very will to let you out of the house like that, better yet a venue where the whole point was to garner a few looks amongst the sea of people who danced. Thinking to himself, you'd get more than just a few, he'd have to all but cover you the entire night - he'd be damned if anyone dared to look you over.

He stayed at the bar majority of the night, allowing you to do god knows with friends you had met up with throughout. Nursing a whiskey and sighing like this was his last stand, he was a little too old to be occupying places like this. Sure, there were people well over his age patronizing the club; but this, truly, was not his forte anymore.

Cheeks already dusted pink, and his mind swimming gently, he rolled his eyes as he set his empty glass back on the bar. 'All for the sake of you having fun,' he thought. The music was too loud and shitty, at best, and those who sat next to him were sloshed and obnoxious. Why did he say yes?

Dark eyes met with your own as he watched you make your way towards him, laughing and stumbling as you were too drunk for your own good. Lights dancing off your skin, a ghost of a smile etched on his features. 'As long as you're having fun.'

But his eyes went wide as he felt your fingers grab at his tie and pull, seeing the playful glint in your eyes made him swallow hard. In that moment he realized you had every capability of completely breaking him. "Come on, old man," your speech slurred from the amount of alcohol you had. "You look pitiful just sitting there, I honestly feel bad for you."

"I'm a charity case now?" He questioned, all the while allowing you to pull him along. He was a wholeheartedly, down right, whipped bastard for you. Letting you pull him along, by his tie of all things, like a love struck puppy, through a sea of people.

"No," you reassured with a laugh. "You're my project." Voice loud from the music and people around, he felt his jaw tighten at your words. Hand still wrapped around the black fabric of the tie, you pulled down, forcing him to your level with a smirk. Dear god you were going to be the death of him. "I'm going to make you have fun," you mused. "You're going to dance with me - and you're going to love it."

He'd be lying if he said your words didn't scratch an itch in his brain, "yes ma'am." Letting just a touch of sarcasm grace his statement as it fell from his lips. He certainly knew dancing in a place like this was far from modest, borderline erotic as his eyes scanned his surroundings before returning to you. You were going to drive him mad, out right corrupt him where he stood.

While he knew it would be scandalous, this was point blank debauchery.

Slender fingers digging into the fabric covered skin of your hips as you, shamelessly, grinded against his crotch. His brain short circuited and his mouth went dry, he couldn't think a single coherent thought as your ass against his hips was all consuming. He could have sworn the last of his whiskey hit him right then and then, that was the only compelling reason, for him at least, to his actions.

"You're doing this on purpose," a sinful whisper in your ear, being so close he could feel every inch of you. The satisfying shudder your body felt from his words alone was enough to have him continue. "Honey, if you wanted to fuck, you could've just said that," he mused. "You didn't have to come out here to dance like a whore."

"Where's the fun in that, baby?" You asked rhetorically. Unfortunately for him, you turned, the delicious feeling completely ceased as you faced him. Looking into your eyes, the playful glint had turned - a warped desire taking its place as you gazed up at him. Hard pressed against him, the swarm of people around making the distance between practically non existent. He all but completely lost it.

"Tell your friends we're leaving," a quick statement, with a passionate force behind it that made you weak at the knees. Tired eyes now filled with lust and determination, you swore you felt your heart skip a beat. "If you want to dance like a whore, I'll treat you like one."

I haven't written anything this suggestive in a hot minute so I hope I tagged everything oof. Eat it up!

[sketch-guardian]

Mc having a second secret acc that the rad classmates and angels don’t know about and it’s literally them just being super down bad saying the most heinously down bad things that got even the devil and god shaking in their boots from how down bad they are so down bad they’ve become a meme but for shits a gigs I think it’d be interesting if they heard about it from other students from RAD and just assume the worst of what’s in the acc and ask azul to snoop/azul snoops and around and it’s just Mc being so down bad like going feral down bad ex

“So you guys saw how Domnra beat the shit out of that student today right? Well goddamn how I wish it were me like YALL SAW HOW HOT HE LOOKED RIGHT?!”

Like it’s just Sukuna/Gojo fan level of downbadness like so down bad it’ll get a reaction out of Nathanial type of downbadness!!

Or another scenario is they’re already dating and Mc is pretty normal like normal flirty stuff but the acc is jsut horrendous from how down bad they are

(Sorry for the word vomit😭)

Don't worry about the word vomit, honestly I find this ask hilarious😂I'll try my best to write some good headcanons☺I also apologize for the delay🙈I was looking for a university for a master's degree these days, lessons start next week so I'll start being busy again😭:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A DOWN BAD MC WHO OWNS A SECRET ACCOUNT DEDICATED TO THEM"

DEMYA

Demya is a pretty shameless demon, especially when it comes to her mate, in fact she would have no problem with PDA or showing her affection for MC through compliments and praise, after all she has to let everyone know that they're a couple, so as to discourage competition and let them see just how proud she is of MC. So, the fact that MC has a secret secondary account dedicated exclusively to simp for her even at different times of the day, such as when she eats, hunts or dances, would make Demya curious about the reason for MC's secrecy, but also very amused, she would probably tease MC about it every now and then, even posing on purpose in case they wanted to post new pics, maybe even together this time. It wouldn't be the first time she has received compliments, but Demya would prefer them from MC, because they would be more genuine and without ulterior motives

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra, of all people, would actually be the one with the most doubts and who would immediately think the worst at the suspicion that his partner is hiding something from him, not because he doesn't trust MC, but because he is a fairly insecure demon, although it doesn't look like it, especially due to his anger issues. Therefore, when Mobim would cheerfully come to him with his D.D.D in its little arms in order to show him a surprise, Domnra would be quite puzzled, but relieved, to find out that MC only has a secret secondary account used to post sappy comments about him. Domnra would be quite flustered to read certain down bad posts, especially those about him listening to music, his training sessions or fights, it's likely that he wouldn't confront MC on the subject, however Domnra would usually reread certain posts when he feels down, to raise his self-esteem. Mobim, instead of down bad comments, would find posts where MC would treat the little curse as a baby or a puppy. Mobim would likely be more affectionate towards MC, grateful for their love

AZUL

Bold of MC to assume that Azul wouldn't post down bad comments and photos dedicated to his lovely star without shame on his main Devilgram account, after all he is a simp par excellence and proud of it, Azul isn't bashful to show his devotion and admiration for his source of inspiration, that is MC. It wouldn't take Azul long to figure out the identity behind MC's secret secondary account, he would chuckle to himself as he read the posts, while his colors would change from light blue to pale pink, index of affection. In a sing-song tone Azul would go to MC to tell them he had discovered their little secret, teasing them lovingly with hugs and kisses. Azul wouldn't understand the reason behind MC's shyness, but if they want to simp for him in secret while he paints, sculpts or floats around, who is he to stop them? Azul would also find amusing that both him and MC seem consider themselves each other muses

ZURI

Not gonna lie, Zuri has several admirers despite having worked as a model only on few occasions, so being flattered would be nothing new for her, even as an angel in the Celestial Realm she had people who at the mere sight of her turned to stare at her beauty, Zuri's aware of her appearance and makes sure to take care of it, however she wouldn't pay much attention to fans, more committed to improving her style and sewing skills. It's likely that Azul, being a troublemaker and a snitch, would show Zuri the down bad posts about her and it would take Zuri only a few seconds to guess that MC was behind the secret account, probably recognizing their way of typing, she's a detail-oriented and perceptive demon after all. Zuri would find MC's sappy posts about her working, trying on new clothes, during social events and although slightly exasperated, she would eventually let out an amused scoff and smile faintly. Zuri would approach the topic with MC with caution, not wanting to embarrass them too much, to their surprise she might even propose to do something romantic together in the privacy of her home, given that they seem so infatuated with her

ODON

Although Odon doesn't use social media much, because technology sometimes struggles to work due to their eldritch horror nature, that doesn't mean they wouldn't discover MC's secret secondary account, rather they would find out about it thanks to their eye-like creatures, who can see everything in Devildom, probably even MC writing the down bad posts, unknown to them, in fact the grumpy eye-like creature (Bob) would stare at MC with an unimpressed gaze, while the cheerful eye-like creature (Rob) would look at them with a sly gaze, in any case, the familiars would report everything to Odon. For Odon, such down bad posts would remind them of their youth, when there were some cults that worshipped them and made sacrifices in their honor, hoping of being noticed. Looking back on it, Odon would find that past fact quite awkward, because although flattered, they would think it was all quite unnecessary. However, MC's comments would please Odon, because they would be grateful to be genuinely liked and to be seen as a good friend, even if some posts would confuse the eldritch horror, especially the most feral ones, for simple actions such as reading or cooking. Odon would only confront MC on the subject if they thought they wouldn't get too embarrassed, after all Odon doesn't want to upset them, they would likely write MC a poem though, to return their kindness in their own way

REMIEL

Remiel is still learning how to use a D.D.D, having never had to use such means of communication before, so someone else would have to show the angel of death how social media works and possibly let her discover MC's secret secondary account, a guy like Azul for example. Remiel, as often has occurred, would be a little confused by such custom, not understanding the feral posts and trying to interpret them from a logical point of view, furthermore she wouldn't know why MC posted such comments instead of talking to her. Remiel, being a gloomy yet blunt angel, would have no trouble saying what she thinks of MC, even if her statements would be more on the sweet, emotional and poetic side. MC's down bad comments that would strike Remiel the most would be the soft ones, those of encouragement, complimenting her while she learns, flies and stares at things absent mindedly, the sweetness could make Remiel shed some tears, not used to such displays of love if not from her family. Speaking of feral posts, since she would be confused, Remiel would ask for explanations from a person she trusts, namely her father Death, so depending on how inappropriate some of MC's comments are, they could find the fucking grim reaper outside their front door

NATHANIEL

In the Celestial Realm, Nathaniel is seen as a sort of mentor, a figure that many look up to for wisdom, so it wouldn't be uncommon to find people who admire him for his appearance as well, ethereal according to some, without effort, Nathaniel has always been very casual about it though, since physical appearance is one of the last things on his mind. Nathaniel knows enough about social media, he would check them every now and then out of pure curiosity, but he would still be flabbergasted to see posts about himself and it takes a lot to catch Nathaniel off guard, so MC's down bad comments must be really feral to have made even the archangel react. Nathaniel would be amused to see sappy posts about him as he meditates, takes strolls through nature or practices archery with his hair tied in a ponytail, he would find them cute, if a little exaggerated. MC would notice Nathaniel occasionally glancing at their D.D.D and then showing them a small knowing smile, without elaborating any further, before disappearing into another room, leaving MC with the doubt of whether or not he has discovered their secret, his nonchalant and quiet attitude wouldn't help at all. Nathaniel may seem innocent, but he can be a bit of a tease when he wants to

URIEL

Uriel wouldn't often use a D.D.D, not used to communicating with similar means, so it would take someone like Nathaniel to point out to the warrior angel that someone is writing about her and with great enthusiasm to boot, he would also make it clear that MC is the one behind the secret account, otherwise Uriel would ignore the matter. Uriel would be confused by the praise, as she technically isn't a saint to be worshipped or entrusted with one's prayers, however she would still appreciate the admiration towards herself, especially during her training sessions, duties and times in her armor. However, Uriel wouldn't understand why MC, in their secret secondary account, would confess and insist on wanting to be crushed, stepped on or squeezed by her, the warrior angel would not find such masochism healthy and could get scandalized by some feral posts. At the beginning, Uriel would ask MC for explanations, but over time, despite the embarrassment, Uriel would also proclaim her pride and love, only upon request though, as she thinks such displays should be private

[sequinsmile-x]

Prelude

Aaron smiles as he turns away from the picture, his focus on the box of their belongings at his feet, and thats when it happens. A glint of a reflection catches his eye in the glass of the photo frame, his past colliding with his present as he loses the ability to breathe.

-x-

Hi friends!

So, a while ago now I wrote a fic called Overture where Emily has a panic attack because she sees the benches where she met with Ian when she's out with Aaron and Jack. For a long time, I tried to think of an equivalent for Aaron and this week, inspiration struck!!

You don't have to have read Overture for this to make sense, although it is very briefly referenced.

I really hope you like this, and please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 3k

Warnings: Panic attack/PTSD

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily hated moving. 

She’d done it more times than she cared to count, so she was good at it, but that didn’t make her hate it any less. She had never been sentimental about physical belongings, something that had been useful when she came home from Paris to find all of her things sold, so it made moving easy. 

She quickly learnt that Aaron and Jack did not have the same attitude towards possessions. Moving into their new home with them, the house she’d bought for them with her trust fund, had been a learning curve. She’d sat with Aaron in his old apartment, the place she’d called home for the 6 months she’d lived there with them, and gently made fun of him as he packed their things into boxes. She’d sat in his lap and helped him decide what to keep and what to donate, lovingly calling him a hoarder when he tried to keep books he had never read and never would, rewarding him with kisses when he put things in the donate pile.

Moving, she realised, wasn’t anywhere near as bad when you were doing it with people you love. 

They’d started moving their things in just a few days ago and finally returned the keys for the apartment just that morning. Their furniture had been delivered, both from their old place, and the new things they’d bought for the house, and they were slowly unpacking. Jack was spending the night at Jessica’s, giving them some time to focus on getting as much unpacked as possible before he came back in the morning. They’d just had takeout, their first meal in their new home eaten out of the containers with plastic forks, all of their cutlery and plates still boxed up in the kitchen. 

She sighs in relief as she places a heavy box on the living room floor just in front of the shelves they had installed that day, “We have so many books.” 

Aaron chuckles as he walks over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulls her into him, her back against his chest as he kisses her cheek, “You say that like half of them aren’t those French and Italian novels you love.” 

She hums as she tilts her head to kiss him, her hands resting over his on her waist, the cool metal of her engagement ring pressing against his skin as she links their fingers together. She smiles as she pulls back, “You’re forgetting the Spanish and Russian ones too.” 

He laughs and turns her, his hands on her hips, “Of course, I seem to remember the Russian ones in particular being very heavy.” 

She narrows her eyes and wraps her arms around his neck, “Hey, I’ll have you know that reading Anna Karenina, or any Tolstoy for that matter, in English is nothing short of a crime.” 

Aaron smiles and leans in to kiss her, his hands slipping to her lower back as he pulls her closer, barely pulling back enough to speak, “Not all of us are polyglots, sweetheart.” 

She cups his cheek, stroking her thumb back and forth over his jaw, “It’s okay, honey,” she says, a teasing edge to her voice, a hint of patronisation they both know she’s faking, “I’ll read them to you.” 

He stamps another kiss to her lips and then pulls back, finally putting space between them that he knows they need if they have a chance in hell of actually getting anything unpacked this evening. 

“I hung up some of the pictures.”

She smiles when she looks over, a picture of the three of them that Penelope had taken at their recent engagement party staring back at her. She’s got Jack on her hip in the photo, and Aaron standing on her other side, his arms around both of them. She’s laughing at something Jack had said, smiling at him as their eyes meet, and Aaron is looking at them both, his affection for them clear even from behind the glass it had been framed in. 

“I love that picture,” she says, reaching out and squeezing his arm before she kisses his cheek, “It looks great there,” she steps back, “You know what helps with unpacking?” She says, winking at him before she turns and walks towards the kitchen, “Beer.” 

He laughs as she walks away, his gaze never leaving her until she’s out of view. He loved her like this, relaxed and wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of leggings as she walked around their house. A pair of his socks on her feet dulling the sound of her footsteps on the hardwood floors she’d loved the second they were first shown the house, the same smile on her face she’d had only minutes later when the realtor mentioned the bedroom closest to the master would be perfect for a nursery. 

He looks back at the framed photo on the wall and smiles. He loved it too, loved that it wasn’t posed, that it was just a snapshot of them. A moment caught in time of what their life sounded like more often than not. Full of love and laughter and joy he would have once thought was impossible. He sighs contentedly as he looks at Jack, the way the little boy was smiling at Emily, the way his happiness at being in her arms was evident even behind glass. He loved their love for each other, loved that Jack would constantly ask when he was getting a baby brother or sister, his preference for a sister clear, and he felt like he’d kept his promise to Haley. 

He’d given Jack a family. He’d made sure he was surrounded by love. 

Aaron smiles as he turns away from the picture, his focus on the box of their belongings at his feet, and thats when it happens. A glint of a reflection catches his eye in the glass of the photo frame, his past colliding with his present as he loses the ability to breathe. Everything disappears. The smell of the takeout they’d had for dinner is replaced by the metallic stench of blood, thick and cloying as it fills the air. A sense of danger he never wanted to feel in this home chasing it, stealing what little oxygen had remained in his lungs. 

He can’t feel anything, frozen in place, ice spreading through his veins, freezing him from the inside out as Emily turns the corner and walks back into the living room. He can’t focus, his vision narrowing to a pinpoint, making him miss that it’s her reflection he’d seen, not George Foyet’s. He can’t hear anything, Emily’s attempts at getting his attention muffled as his senses disappear one by one, his focus still on the framed picture, on the shifting reflections shown in their smiles, how they force him back into a past he thought he’d escaped. 

He’s wrenched out of it when he feels a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back into the present as he grips the person’s wrist tightly, the bones shifting beneath their skin as he wraps his hand around it.  

“Aaron,” Emily says, pulling her hand from his grip, her concern for him overriding the pain as she does so, her brief thought about the bruise she knows she’ll have fleeting as she tries to get his attention, “Aaron, sweetheart,” she repeats, her hand on his cheek as she tries to get him to look at her, her smile encouraging as his eyes snap to hers, “It’s just me. I’m right here.” 

He sucks in a breath, his breathing erratic as he tries and fails to fill his lungs, “Em…” 

She smiles encouragingly and nods, pressing her forehead against his, one of her hands hooked around his neck, cupping the back of it to hold him in place, “Yeah, it’s me. It’s Emily.”  

She looks over at the couch, and groans in frustration when she realises how far they are away from it. She usually loved his size, loved that he was huge and heavy. It was something that brought her comfort, but now it was a problem, she couldn’t get him over to the couch, couldn’t move him, so she sinks to the floor with him. She settles him against her, his ear against her chest as she scratches against his scalp. 

“I’m right here, honey,” she says, pressing her lips against his forehead, “You can hear my heartbeat, right?”

He nods against her, his grip firm around her waist as he holds on, clinging so tightly that he knows he’d be able to get under her skin if he could. 

“Yes,” he chokes out, breathing her in, using the combination of the smell of her, the comforting scent of her perfume and her lingering underneath, and the beat of her heart to ground himself, “I can hear it.”

“Good,” she says, her lips against his forehead as she still scratches his scalp, knowing he found it comforting when he woke from a nightmare, “That’s good,” she blows out a slow breath, trying to regulate it, to calm down her own erratic heartbeat that had increased when she walked out to find her fiancee in the middle of a panic attack, “Just focus on that and me, okay?”

He nods, “Okay,” he closes his eyes and does that, shaking his head as he struggles to clear it, his eyes forced open again when he sees another flash of Foyet behind them, “I can’t…I can’t stop…” 

She forces her eyes closed and swallows thickly, wiping away a tear from her cheek that escapes as she reopens them. She rests her cheek against the top of his head and starts to hum, quietly humming the tune of a song she doesn’t know the lyrics to, hoping that the feel of the vibration of her chest along with the soft sound will distract him. 

It slowly draws him back to her, his breathing evening out against her, his grip no less tight as the tension seeps out of him, spilling onto the floor around them. They sit there in their huddled embrace in silence, time moving like syrup around them until he finally sits up enough to look at her, her fingers still tangled in his hair. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice thick, stuffed full of embarrassment and the fear he hadn’t entirely shifted, “I…”

She shushes him and cuts him off, shaking her head at him as she kisses his forehead, “You have nothing to apologise for, baby,” she says, shifting to kiss his cheek and then the corner of his lips, “It happens,” she assures him, her eyes kind and full of love as she pulls back, “Remember when I lost it because of a table and some chairs in a park?” 

Aaron chokes on a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob and nods as it catches on his ribs. It had been almost a year since it happened, since he’d watched her freeze in the middle of the park, her eyes fixed on a table he never would have looked at twice, the place where she’d met with Ian just before he turned her life upside down. They hadn’t been back to that park since - something Jack had understood once Aaron had explained that Emily had been scared by something there. He’d never even asked to go again, the young boy painfully aware of what it was like to be scared of something other people didn’t understand. 

Aaron knows it’s one of the reasons he and Emily worked. They understood each other in a way he knew no one else would be able to. Their different but similar pasts, the things they’d been through and the monsters they’d faced, bonding them in a way he knew he couldn’t live without. 

“You’re right,” he says, sitting up so his head is no longer on her chest. He doesn’t pull away from her entirely, their bodies still wrapped around each other as they lean against the wall, “Thank you.”

Emily smiles softly and cups his cheek, stroking her thumb back and forth over his skin, sticky with tears and sweat, “You don’t have to thank me either,” she says kissing him, “It’s what you do for the people you love,” she smiles as she pulls back, “Do you know what triggered it?” 

He swallows thickly, and nods, “Yeah, it was…” he clears his throat and nods up to the picture above them, “I saw something reflected in the photo frame, it was you I think, but…”

“You thought it was Foyet,” she finishes for him, her heart aching when he nods to confirm. He’d told her a long time ago, long before they were anything more than friends. It was back when he was still recovering from what Foyet had done to him, his wounds still healing as she brought him home from the hospital and helped him into his apartment. She knows he won’t want to talk about it anymore, not tonight anyway, so she reaches for his hand and links their fingers together, “I think we should leave the rest until tomorrow,” she says, nodding towards the boxes, “There’s a large, claw foot bath in our new ensuite that we haven’t tried out yet.” 

Aaron smiles gratefully and squeezes her hand, hoping she knows how much he loves her, how much she made his life better. 

“That sounds perfect, sweetheart.” 

___

When he wakes up the next morning, he has a headache. 

He groans as he gets out of bed, his fingers pressed into his temples as he leaves the bedroom, pausing when he hears movement downstairs, the familiar sound of Emily humming to herself as she walks around. It was rare for her to be up before him. He usually had to gently coax her out of bed, the promise of breakfast, coffee and no short amount of morning kisses usually enough to do the trick. She’d likely let him sleep in because of the night before, the concern that had lingered in her eyes, in the way she touched him, after his panic attack likely to stick around for a few days. 

He pauses when he gets downstairs, his eyebrows furrowing as he watches her take the pictures down from the wall he’d hung them on the night before, “What are you doing, Em?”

She turns to look at him, “I figured out if we moved these to that other wall,” she says, nodding her head behind her, “You won’t see any reflections coming around corners because of the angle,” she says, smiling as she leans the large framed photo from their engagement party against the wall, before she stands up straight, her smile soft as she turns to look at him, “We can just hang a canvas here instead, maybe save the space for a photo from the wedding.” 

He wants to focus on the unrelenting kindness she was showing him, the way she’d come up with a solution for a problem they hadn’t known existed even 24 hours ago, but he can’t. Instead, all he can do is stare at her wrist, exposed by her long-sleeved shirt riding up slightly, revealing her usually perfect skin marred by a bruise. 

He feels nauseous, his stomach rolling as he realises what’s happened, flashes of the otherwise patchy first moments of his panic attack coming back to him as he swallows thickly, “Did I…”

She frowns and she looks down at her wrist, cursing under her breath as she pulls her sleeve back down over her hand. She looks back up at him and sighs, taking a step towards him. She knows exactly what he’s thinking when he steps backwards, putting more space between them, and it makes her ache. 

“Honey…” 

“I did that. I hurt you,” he says, his throat tight as he shakes his head at himself, “I-”

“No,” she says firmly, cutting him off as she gets close to him, reaching out and wrapping her hand around his, stopping him from stepping back again. She looks fiercely at him, tightening her hold on him as she forces him to maintain eye contact with her, “You did nothing wrong.” 

“Your wrist is bruised, Emily,” he says, “I did that.” 

“You were having a panic attack, honey” she says, cupping his cheek, forcing him to look at her when he tries to look away, “You were in the middle of a panic attack,” she repeats, “You did not do it on purpose. You were scared,” she swallows thickly as tears press at the back of her eyes, the memory of seeing him like he was the night before not an easy one, “Fuck, Aaron, you’ve done worse during sex.” 

He chokes on a laugh at the unexpected joke, and it knocks all the fight out of him, all of his worry disappearing in a second as he presses his forehead against hers, “You’re something else, do you know that?” 

She nods, her forehead knocking briefly against his, “I know,” she says, stamping her lips against his, “That’s why you love me.”

He wraps his arms around her, pulling her into a fierce hug as he rests his cheek against the top of her head, “One of the many reasons.”

She smiles to herself, her cheek pressed against his chest, and then she pulls back to look at him, “Why don’t we have breakfast?” She asks, running her fingers through his hair, “Jack will be home in a few hours and we’ve still got a lot to do.” 

He nods in agreement and kisses her forehead, “Only one issue with that, sweetheart.”

She frowns and tilts her head, “What?” 

He can’t help but smile at her. He knew the guilt in his stomach would simmer for days, that it would come to a boil each time he saw the bruise on her wrist, but he knew she was right and that, for now at least, he would himself to forget it and enjoy his first full day in his new home with the woman he loves. 

“We haven’t unpacked anything in the kitchen.” 

-x-

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First time calling you mommy - hcs

MHA edition

Dabi:

to tease you

needless to say it backfires

he fucking refuses to admit that he just wants someone to take care of him

because building intimate relationships just hurts even more, he´s on borrowed time anyway and knowing that he could leave someone behind to mourn him...he doesn´t ever want to put that fate on anyone

so your relationship starts out as playful and casual, no strings attached

but he finds his  way back to you way too often for his own liking, yet he can´t leave

and it´s not because of the sex, it´s because he can actually fucking sleep at night...without the nightmares. he feels safe

´naww, did mommy miss her baby boy?´ he grins when he comes back home one day, hoping to make you feel embarrassed and shy

well. joke´s on him

´so what if I did?´ you smirk, stalking towards him and doing that thing where you just look at his face, so lovingly and trace his scars. his brain seizes to function every damn time

and at that moment he really does realize he wants to be your good boy

Hawks:

when you touch his wings

look, he´s very sensitive and gets attached way too quickly

but with you he feels like that´s okay

like somehow you won´t use it against him

honestly this guy never knew anything but acceleration so for him falling in love is always a whirlwind 

he mostly loses interest quickly though

because as much as he hates to admit it, he gets bored of people easily

mostly because of his trust issues, with you it´s so easy to just fall and never let go

you´re his safe person and he always wants to be by your side

very clingy and touchy but he purrs so fucking much whenever you initiate and just hold him

his wings are a sensitive spot on his body that nobody ever really paid attention too

sure they always looked cool on TV but in privacy, especially when it comes to being intimate, people get grossed out quickly

so when you caress them so casually he is touched beyond words

Keigo always melts at your touch

´please don´t stop, mommy´

Enji:

when you order him around

he´s not stupid, he knows he likes to sub on your first date, how could he not? 

you have such an authoritive air around you, he´s completely smitten with you from the start

not just because it´s so different from his past experiences, but because he finally found what he was looking for, what he´s so scared to put into words

he´s stubborn and embarrassed to have those feelings, to be so dependant on someone, but in the end he opens up and talks to you about it

you find it incredibly cute and admire how shy he can get

listen Enji is the perfect fucking malewife okay?? actual good stay at home dad 

to be very fair he only got that way with your help and a lot of apologizing, realization, reflection and working on himself (and communication after his kids got around and saw he was serious)

´thank you for being patient with me, I don´t know how you do it but you make me feel so safe, for the first time in my life I don´t mind not being in control´

´naww, you wanna call me mommy so bad~´ you tease him because you enjoy his bashfulness a bit too much

and he blushes so hard, averting his eyes and just mumbling: ´w-would you mind that?´

´of course not, I´m into it after all´

Shigaraki:

when you scold him

this man has the weirdest mix of a degration and praise kink

I mean his kinks are on the weird side anyway cause he needs very specific things to actually get it up and cumming is a whole nother thing

but you´re so understanding of this and help him explore, figure out new things

he´s a fucking brat but he´s actually grateful to you even if he has trouble voicing it most of the time

pouty all the time when you´re in public and will cling onto your shirt 

most of the time he´ll hide behind you

he´s so clueless when it comes to initiating anything, be that romantic or sexual, you mostly make the first move but are super proud of him whenever he does get the courage to

but not everything is perfect, because he´s a brat and way too stubborn for his own good 

he just talks back too much, he gets too passionate about stupid things and is easily offended

doesn´t really get angry with you, just because he doesn´t know how to

he has a lot of anger stored in him, but it´s directed at the world, not at you

it´s rare these days that you have off days where it´s just the two of you and he´s annoyed by it all, it´s all pent up so he ends up making a few too many petty and cruel remarks

´if you keep acting like a little bitch I can just leave´ you say sternly, hands on your hips

he actually shuts up for once and looks at you with big eyes, almost crying 

´I´m sorry mommy, please don´t be mad at me´

Overhaul:

when you praise him

he´s so cute and proud to be with you

Kai´s never been interested in pursuing romance, the whole concept disgusted him

but then he met you

you were the head of another family (A/N: actually writing a fic abt that) and worked with him on a few occasions

you were the only person he felt like he could trust business wise, he had a lot of respect for you and admired you deeply

over time he realized that you were incredibly beautiful as well, he just couldn´t take his eyes off you

it got annoying when he couldn´t stop thinking about you

he never thought you´d like him back but that didn´t matter to him

he wanted to get rid of his pesky feelings and asked you to take a walk with him after work

your relationship progressed slowly and therefore you always felt safe with him and he with you

eating together, moving together and having sex or even cuddling and kissing all took a lot of time for him but he´s very glad to be making his first experiences with you

you felt bad at first that he did the most cleaning and cooking but over time you accepted that he didn´t view it as a chore but simply needed it for his well being

´you did so well today, baby. I´m really proud of you. You´re so beautiful, you know that?´ you smile after a longer and rougher session

Kai´s still in a blissful state and smiles back at you, his eyes glimmering with love

´yeah? I´m really happy I can make you happy, mommy. Because you make me so happy too´

[lukweer]

ok so like there are two parts of me, right? well there are a lot of parts but english is hurting me right now and my head isn't working so you will make due/do(?)

anyways one part is like: my sense for gay people is strong, i think i know which f1 drivers are gay and i am confident in my answers

but the other part is like: its wrong to speculate sexuality because if people havent come out then they either aren't ready to be out or aren't gay, but at the same time this generation is moving away from the construct of coming out so like... idk.

today the first part is stronger, though, so i want to share my speculations because everyone in the states only watches nascar and is a hick and i'm scared of them. they also do not like my italian accent :(

1. Max Verstappen

come on guys, any gay person could tell u he's probably bi. i mean he doesn't even try to hide it, u know? like there are compilations of him being fruity. and they are shockingly long.

he's mentioned using grindr, he's mentioned girls OR guys when talking about dating preferences, the whole thing with the freaking lei (i think thats how it is spelled, the hawaiian thing? the flower necklace?). the list goes on and on.

he's had girlfriends, and i'm pretty sure they weren't beards but i'm not sure. i'm leaning towards bi tho for this reason.

even if he isn't bi or gay or pan or whatever, he's at least incredibly comfortable with queerness and is probably a really cool dude. annoying when i'm watching the sunday races, but love him the rest of the time!

2. Lando Norris

lando is a bit more subtle with it (as are the other ppl in the list). emphasis on a bit, though.

unless you live under a rock, you've probably seen this gif:

this has called many aboard the lando is a little fruitcake train. what people don't realise is that he "eye fucks" or like... stares lovingly a lot.

other examples include:

staring lovingly at carlos sainz

checking out charles leclerc (kind of? i think he is checking him out)

staring lovingly at carloz sainz

this weird ass moment with, you guessed it, carloz sainz

there are a lot of these photos and clips out there, but i'm lazy and don't feel like looking for them so yeah. take my word for it.

i saw a post saying that if carlos and lando pulled up to the paddock holding hands and telling people they were dating they wouldn't be shocked. i agree with this statement entirely. as was stated, it takes a lot to get to that point, and we're at that point.

now i grew up a gay dude to a conservative family, and i know the little mannerisms that are like... a part of being gay? and i know what it looks like to hide them.

i do not know if this is the right way to say it or if it is politically correct, but i believe it to be true. gay men tend to have little mannerisms here and there that give us away a bit, and i think i've seen some of those in lando.

i don't think i will share them though, as i don't want to accidentally push harmful stereotypes or whatever. obviously not all gay men have gay mannerisms and it might be something lando is insecure about so i would rather not put them on blast.

if it's not a bad thing i may come back and edit this and add them in. idk, let me know i guess? i am still learning american customs.

3. Yuki Tsunoda

this is probably going to be the shortest section (ha).

yuki mostly just makes my radar go off. i don't consume alphatauri content as much, but i know there was a thing with him and pierre that was just crazy last year and the year prior. don't know as much about it as i should haha.

but yeah. yuki just sends my radar into the astral plane (is that a thing? i am doubting myself). if he is not at least bisexual i will eat my own foot.

maybe that one moment between him and michael italiano has just gotten to me, i don't know. i trust in my instincts though.

Honourable Mentions

4. Danny Ric

idk he just gives the vibe! i don't know how to explain my radar. gay people know. i think it is called gaydar.

DR is on it.

5. Carlos Sainz

he is probably on my gaydar the least, but he's still on there. latest vlog he gently combed his finger through ruperts hair. he's probably deeply in love with lando. just little things like that i guess!

6. Oscar Piastri

this may be wishful thinking. i sit in bed at night and pray that he is into men.

that is all! thank you for learning about fruity drivers with me! please do not cancel me if i am doing something politically incorrect! i am still learning!

[recurring-polynya]

Izakaya Kamenoya, part 3

It's been so long, and I kept getting busy with stuff, but rest assured, I have not stopped thinking about every shinigami's favorite watering hole, Izakaya Kamenoya, for even one second of that time, and today I am going to talk about what's really important: what kind of booze can you get there.

The multiplicity of drink options is honestly the thing I really love about Kamenoya. On a meta level, someone has to draw all this stuff, like, with their hands. I have no idea, actually, if the animators consider this sort of thing a break from all the powering up and sword fights and rolling across cave floors, or if they consider a Trip to the Bar to be really tedious. My point is, they very well could have just always drawn people drinking out of the same cups, except they didn't, they drew a series of loving close ups of sake-pouring and a variety of drinkware styles. On a more Watsonian level, I just like the idea that, like Alice's Restaurant, you can get anything you want at Izakaya Kamenoya. So let's get into it!

I think the thing that really made me notice this was this scene from the Amagai Arc, where you see Kira doing mokkiri, or overpouring his sake. (At least I think that's what he's doing. The articles I read sounded more like the server is supposed to do it, which emphasizes the establishment's generosity, so maybe Kira is just being a messy drunk. I'm pretty sure you're also not supposed to pour yourself sake, you're supposed to do it for your tablemates)

Often, mokkiri is done into a masu, which is a small square box that was used as a standard measure for rice. You can see Nanao drinking out of one here!

What kind of cup to drink your sake out of is a huge topic, but basically, it depends on the flavor and characteristics of the sake. The fact that Kira and the Lads are drinking out of clear glasses might imply that they're drinking chilled, summer-style sake (or possibly trying to appreciate the clarity of the vintage, as if this is what you call up Iba and Renji to go to the pub for).

I am not an expert, so I'm not going to attempt to identify exactly what these different cups would be classified as, but you can see a variety of shapes, sizes and materials.

I found less information on different shapes of tokkuri (that's the slightly bigger bottle that you serve from), but those come in a variety, as well. Mostly, they have either the large, oval-shaped jugs you can see in the first picture, or the more slender white ones in the second. I am really fond of these tall boys that Kira and Hisagi have, which seem to have straighter sides than the other kind, kind of like a milk bottle.

While we're looking at that picture, there's an ad on the wall for beer. Beer!

In modern times, beer is actually the most popular alcoholic beverage in Japan, which Wikipedia tells me came about after WWII because of restrictions on the use of rice. They've had beer since the Edo era, though, and many of today's major breweries got started in the late 1800s. I love the idea that beer is a thing you can get in Soul Society, but it's clear that it has not overcome sake in popularity the way it did in the World of the Living--which makes sense, because of they never had those restrictions. (In other words, throw this in the bucket of stuff like tattoos and attitudes toward homosexuality that I think diverged from the Living World because of weird quirks of history).

In fact, Kamenoya apparently imports beer from the World of Living (maybe it also has local brews as well).

Look how lovingly that bottle of Kirin is drawn. 😂 The fact that it's shown in a glass mug in the ad, but served in a Pilsner glass here supports the idea that there are multiple kinds of beer available. Now, I believe that Kirin Zero is non-alcoholic. It's surprisingly hard to do research on beer labels from 20 years ago. I couldn't find a label that looked exactly like that, and Kirin's non-alcoholic offering seems to be called Kirin Free now (Kirin Zero is now zero-carb and I couldn't figure out if it's alcoholic or not). In any case, I am choosing in my heart to believe that this is because of weird TV censorship and in no way implies that Rukia is not one of the champion drinkers of the Gotei-13.

Don't get me wrong! I love a bar that offers non-alcoholic options! You can also get tea at Kamenoya, which you can see Tobiume and Okyō drinking below; Momo has some as well (they also have a discussion about it)

earlier posts in this series: (part 1) (part 2)

[ingravinoveritas]

whizzoqualityassortment replied to your post "Cary Grant and Randolph Scott's Hollywood Story:…"

The saddest and most poignant part of Grant and Scott’s story is towards the end when, as two old men, they sat in a Hollywood restaurant and ate lunch, and gazed lovingly at each other. I like to imagine an eternity for them — like that.

@whizzoqualityassortment Oh god. And here I thought the end of the Vanity Fair article was heartbreaking enough, talking about how Grant and Scott's relationship ultimately ended because it wasn't allowed to fully progress, due to the overwhelmingly homophobic strictures of the era, and the ongoing criminalization of LGBTQ+ people. Reading Grant's words near the end just about shattered me:

Most poignantly, Grant confessed to the pain of saying goodbye to the love of his life, all those years ago: “It was dreadful having to let go of him in my heart.”

No one should have to say goodbye to the person they love for the sole reason that other people have decided it is unacceptable. Also that phrase that you used ("gaze lovingly") of course made me think of Michael and David, because that's exactly how they look at each other, and it makes me ache inside to imagine them having to stop for any reason.

Thinking about Grant and Scott at that lunch, I can't help wondering how wistful they might have felt--happy to be with each other, but also deeply sad for the years they didn't get to have together. I would like to hope that things are different enough now that, if there is something between Michael and David, they can be open about it (in whatever way is right for them), and will never have to experience such heartache.

An eternity like that is such a beautiful thought, and I'm so glad that you have shared it. Although both Grant and Scott are long gone, I can see the echoes of them in Michael and David. How precious and rare love like that is. How lucky are they all to have to found it...

[tommyssupercoolblog]

Okay listen to me. Grabbing you by the shoulders. Seán is my whole WORLD @septiccoffeefreak is my EVERYTHING and oir relationship is god tier most important thing.to me we ars. We are everything I'm obsessed with us

Seán is like Fluttershy & Rainbow Dash combination to me. I am pinkie pie (obvs). We are Flutterpie and Pinkiedash. We are those ships it's us.

We are also Phan (Dan/Phil) and we are also Peterick (fall out boy ship that Seàn says is us-coded) and we are also every ship ever so write that down

Soulmates. Partners in crime. BEST FRIENDS AND LOVERS. Better than any other relationship ever, beyond any human like, like understanding of love- like we're MORE IN LOVE than that because we are. We are stars spinning so tightly and so close together that from afar they look like one star. And we kiss about it. We're like moss growing on a tree. Two birds huddled together in a nest. Two gods in the sky who are always cuddling and their bodies make up the galaxies and the whole universe. We're two things mixed together like hot chocolate powder and water making hot chocolate. We're created by God FOR EACH OTHER we are destined to be together forever in every lifetime for all eternity. We are a ranch metaphor. We are two silly people making each other laugh in a world that's so scary. We are pranksters working together to surprise someone with snowballs when they walk outside. We are the inhale and exhale of breathing. We are two halves of an avocado. We are cookies and cream, peanut butter and jelly. We are two anglerfish permanently welded side by side, lovingly exploring the ocean together. We are the introvert/extrovert yin and yang. We are a matching set. Our souls are made of the same ingredients and pull towards each other like magnets. We are THE gay marriage. We invented love!! RRAAAAREREUAUAUAUugg I have no. I have no words I just. raaugh USSSS

I would kill for him literally I would do anything for him I would level a mountain with my BARE FUCKING HANDS I'm so. He's so. We're so. Guys. Guys you don't understand, we're the most. We're the most important and bestest and most strong love of all time. We are the love story of the universe. We're like. We're ARRAUGHGHGHG WE'RE SO MADE FOR EAHC OTHER I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND HE LOVES ME SO MUCH?????? We're the gay people THE gay people we are love itself okay??? OkAY?????? I'm obsessed I'm insane

[thelightofmylife]

i was writing an ask a little bit ago but i tabbed out of my phone and it deleted the whole thing (T⌓T);;

ah, no matter ! i will try again. it’s five ! @5-lover

i wanted to express my admiration for the fact that you put pieces of yourself as a whole into your inserts - that’s something i find very sweet to do, and appreciate how much care you express towards your significant other(s) !

to answer the same question in turn, i tend to use OCs, purely because i see myself in my creation (as you so mentioned !) but also enjoy a customised little backstory ! (and, also, for universes where one is not typically human - my little pony, for example - it makes a bit more sense for me !)

i had a few questions i was curious for, and were deleted in my previous draft, but i will write them out again ! i persist \o/ !!

(no pressure to answer any or all of these ! i am simply a curious thing with a love for your energy and way of word ! <3)

firstly !! — sleepwear ! i love sleepwear. have you a clue as to what your charmer would wear to bed ? maybe something matching with yourself, or something entirely different ? whatever it is, it should be cozy to rest up against !!

secondly — it’s a given you are loved as a whole, that much is true ! however, does your aventurine have a favourite ? perhaps something he kisses more oft than not, or appreciates to look at further ? or, if it’s a more conceptual thing, something he smiles at whenever it happens ? ♡

lastly — how did you come to realise your love for him ? i adore hearing such tales of things, it’s always so genuine and sweet !

i do hope you’re having a wonderful day my friend, and feel no pressure to even respond or not ! take care ! (nwn)/

Hellllooo five!!! @5-lover It’s usually why I tab out and write it on notes or my Pc but I’m too tired to reach my PC so phone it is… slowly. Thank you so much :(( for seeing the care and love I put into this, it’s a LOT,,,,, I want to live vicariously thru my self insert so I can continue to love andlove and lov.e i'm not. used to being loved. i'd rather love. so i feel afraid thinking about my f/o's loving me back. i'm so... i'm tender but i've only ever known hurt for loving and caring about people, lovers and friends alike. But almost in a nihilistic pointless way, I keep doing it because love is good but it is so scary.

i think that's sooo cute htat you have pony ocs tho ! but the way I see it is that you can also fine tune your backstory even as an SI <3 !however i think your interpretation of such is super jazzy. sorry for the late repy-ly, i could,nt sit up all day long until now basically to talk to yoooou!! agony :( i saw this and I was soooo excited to reply. uuuu...hate being Big Sicky you are so sweet and i feel i can talk to you all day so i challenge u to also answer those questions and will send sme of my own when i look thru ask games or regain energy 1) Sleep wear... https://www.youloveit.com/entertainment/3739-honkai-star-rail-aventurine-leisure-pajama-new-official-wallpapers.html this is what he canonically wears to bed ~ so hot and cute! I just want to eat him up in a non sexual way (am asexual, want to kiss him so much!!) so cute and so baby. he sleeps so innocently and cutely, but I think he enjoys silky or satin jammies, maybe even cotton,,! I will match if he can get me something sensory safe but i love my vietnamese pajamas or my wittle night gowns teehee <3 very breathable .... i treasure mornings with him

2) I...i don't know. but i like to believe he loves my kindness and sincerity towards him, when i kiss his cheeks so lovingly and giggle and hold him so tight and close he feels warm. i think he thinks i'm hilarious, and pats my head whenever i have an airheaded moment due to my sickness teehee it makes me a very silly person for what it is worth.

3) i realized it when i saw how broken we are as people and yet, he had so much love in him still. the way I see it is that two broken halves don't make a whole but we can soothe ourselves by being together, and be happy despite the horrors of the universe, and carve out a small part for ourselves. we are entitled to have a shred of happiness for our deep suffering and grief. i just feel...so connected to him in hardship. it's hard to explain cuz we're quite different but i think we need each other thanks to our personality types and what we look for in the world

thank you so much !! i had SO much fun answering, i'd love to hear back asap <3 you can reply in replies or however you wish. I want you to of course answer whatever you want or tell me what you want but I offer back 1) what is your relation to Celestia? Are you a guard, royalty that is married, etc?

2) What do your dates with the Princess look like?

3) If I were to ask Princess Celestia what's three things she is head over heels about you, what would she tell me? People often love for the most surprising reasons even if you do not expect it. We often find ourselves loving the most silly, little, endearing things about another person, even if you do not see it in yourself.

4) What would a bouquet from you to Princess celestia contain? <3

answer freely <3333 !!!! sending you much love !!

[itsmissing]

Hi, you said we were allowed to ask random questions, so I wanted to get your take on this if it is ok. I have followed you for years at this point, and your creations are incredible! They inspire me so. I recall some time ago posting a.... reskin? Revamp? Of one of your DnD characters? I know most of your characters are not dnd nor should people use them in their own games, but if I am reading this correctly it means you yourself play or have at least played TTRPGs in the past. So, since you are welcoming questions, I thought it fair to ask an insanely creative person like you.

So I am in many DnD games right now, and most of them are very RP heavy. I find I can articulate myself well digitally when I can edit what I'm saying to make myself look thoughtful and knowledgeable. But when I RP verbally in the moment - particularly characters that have different thought patterns than I do- I flounder and words become difficult.

Suffice to say- how do you approach RP from a creator's stand point? Creating many different characters and making them unique from yourself but still compelling and competent? What is your thought process to RP?

If you do not feel comfortable answering this ask and that is perfectly fine- I realize this is coming out of left field but you did say you were bored and wanted asks, so I thought this line of questions was fair game. Regardless, I do wish to share how insanely creative and incredible I find your works. If you do not mind more questions in the future, I would love to ask a bit more of your inspirations and thought processes towards how you approach art, but instead I'll settle on my odd ask and hope I am not egregiously overstepping.

thanks for the question! bit of a long answer so i'll put it under a Read More.

i've actually played a couple of campaigns of dnd and blades in the dark (tho they were all over discord calls, and none of them ever concluded naturally), and i totally understand where you're coming from! tho i'll be honest, i haven't played ttrpgs in general in a good long while. i definitely had frustrations in my first ever couple of sessions of dnd (using a character i lovingly designed from scratch), and i think a lot of those pain points stemmed from me trying to force a narrative journey i already had in my head, pre-planned, that i imagined during the design phase for that character. but at the end of the day, dnd is improv, and if you're not used to that, your character's going to end up a little different than how you imagined, and that's ok! a session is always going to be a collaborative roleplaying space, where the party's stories as a group and as individuals are crafted gradually, over time, and some of the ideas you had for your character at the start-- their backstory, their personality, the way they talk and think-- are going to be constantly workshopped into something different, naturally, over the course of a campaign as you get more comfortable. i also find it's a lot easier to rp when you stop trying to inhabit The Exact Character That You Made With Love, and instead try to rp with their essence in mind instead. the most important thing for me when roleplaying is to understand the basics of my character-- whether they're nice or mean, outspoken or reserved, polite or straightforward, etc-- more than anything else. more practical, actionable advice is that it helps to ask yourself questions in your off time and try to answer them as best as you can, out loud and in-character. interview yourself as your character! what's their favorite fruit?

thanks for the question, and also the kind words about my art! i had typed a lot more than this out but i felt like it was mostly incoherent rambling. this might still qualify as that, actually. hope this helps in any way!

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hi, here's my application for the match up event!!!

1. Identity

I'm one of those they/thems, genderqueer femme, irl a lesbian (but I like fictional men, my only exception)

2. Who do I like

Anyone! I just like seeing all the possibilities

3. What I look like

I'm fat, and slowly learning to love myself about it, goth at the intersection of victorian and romantic, light skin mixed/ black, my natural hair color is dark brown/black, mid back length and the left side is bleached pale blonde. Brown eyes, lots of piercings (septum, medusa, snake bites, bridge, nipples, getting tongue, belly button, dimples and anti-eyebrows eventually) a few tattoos, more to come eventually. I have a beauty mark under my left eye that people have always complemented me on since I was kid so I'm pretty fond of it, I like to draw a heart or star over it when I do makeup.

4. Personality

Isn't this always the tough one... I'm quiet but not necessarily shy. I prefer to watch people than directly interact but I'm really friendly and like making friends. I'm the mom friend in that I like to take care of people despite usually being the youngest in the group. I was always the old soul until I was diagnosed as autistic and went "oooh. Yeah ok that makes sense." I find weird-ish things cute, like snakes and vultures, and advocate for people embracing their weirdness and living their truth.

5. Interests

my main interests are horror, video games, medical history, true crime (namely cults and odd events) and cooking. I love to read, go on long drives, go to aquariums or museums, go to the beach, collect bones, and spend a lot of time studying occult practices across the globe. Personally, I'm a cross between a luciferian and a Rökkatru practitioner, but I'm very lax about it.

6. Trivia!

I used to want to be a forensic anthropologist when I was a little kid, now I'm working towards becoming an author. I only realized I was bullied in high school when I was in my early 20s. I have ptsd induced nightmares, but they're getting better. I do burlesque dancing, my favorite part is the costumes! I'm physically disabled and walk with a cane, it makes me feel like a cool old man for some reason.

- emoji so I can find it when you post ♡ 🐍

Your match is... Sid E. Burns

While he's not one for fashion (his fashion sense ends on things being either "cool" and "shitty"), he does like the way you dress.

You're the overdressed one while he's the underdressed one. He dresses like he's homeless. You look incredible together.

He likes your piercings, but he does lightly pick on them to annoy you sometimes. Lovingly, of course.

He likes your hair, he makes little braids on the bleached side.

Also, he loves that you're big. In his words, fat people are best nap buds. Great to use as a soft pillow or a cool, heavy and warm blanket.

He's good for nightmares, cuddles them right out of you. He knows you're not okay when it happens.

He's got a loud, solid heart, so his heartbeat is very, very soothing.

And he's a good cuddler. He's got you.

He's an atheist, but he doesn't really get in between you and your religion, as long as you don't get on his ass about it.

He'll watch the horror movies with you and watch you play your games while he just sorta chills around you.

He likes seeing you enjoy your stuff, even if he sometimes teases you about collecting bones, comparing you to Tom.

He has a pet tarantula, so if you're into spiders, you're gonna love Betty.

He will make pervy comments about your dancing. Feel free to punch him for it, he's an idiot sometimes.

~

Written by Nosferatu.

[eternalwritess]

Hey, I'm that anon that was matched with Charlie a while back (the one with the soy sauce packets). I was wondering if you could match me with one of the Helluva Boss characters?

It's the same info as before \/

I'm a bisexual aroace (If you've heard of "demiromantic"; that's how I experience romantic attraction). I use he/it/they pronouns.

I'm an INFP, though I have gotten ISTP sometimes. I usually keep to myself around strangers, and my first words to people that I'm not introduced by friends are usually just work-related with a bit of small talk (even in fandom spaces, surprisingly). Once I get comfortable around people, I tend to let my childish nature and antics shine through, and once I consider you a friend, it's hard to ever fully shake me off. My friends sometimes call me an "old grandpa", with the way I know a lot of random psychology and biology facts, and the way I fumble with new technology, slang, and texting acronyms. My love of non-fiction and my adherence to grammar rules certainly doesn't help. Simultaneously, they (lovingly) call a 12-year-old boy, with the way I don't hesitate to pull out a "your mom" or "that's what she said" to the conversation and with the way that I almost exclusively watch animated movies and shows over live action ones. I carry with me 15 packets of soy sauce in fish-shaped sachets in my (several) pockets. Why? Because I think it's funny, and the confusion I bring to those around me with my soy collection gives me a sense of joy. (I do other things of a similar calibre, but I wanted to name an example) Despite all of this, I tend to gravitate towards the "Mom Friend" archetype. I carry with me a lot of people pleasing tendencies (I get a lot of anxiety around not upsetting others), and that translates to making sure that the people around me are happy. I also tend to fill a "Therapist Friend" role because of this fact, my psychology facts, and how intuitive I can be at times. I tend to isolate myself, whether by physically or mentally leaving the room, when I feel upset, and I don't really like talking about negative experiences I have unless those experiences have been resolved.

On a brighter note, I consider myself quite the creative person. I draw a lot, though I usually only draw other characters instead of my own OCs. I have a discord server that I use to jot down either: a) my opinion of a certain media b) images/reactions I find funny/relatable c) infodumps about AUs or crossovers that I've made I don't really write, so I consider "c)" to be the next best thing. I also love music. I listen to mostly indie music, with a couple of generic queer bands thrown in there and a couple of musicals' and video games' OSTs. I play the violin and the trombone, so I may be biased in saying that I love jazz (really doesn't help the "old man" allegations, but who cares). In terms of non-creative hobbies, I love reading. Although I find myself drawn to the odd science non-fiction book, my heart lies in fantasy and mystery novels (this does include webtoons, manga, and webnovels, though I don't read those as much). On the same vein, I love video games (where else would I get those OSTs?). I tend to like story-rich games that are either turn-based (think Undertale) or no combat (think Slime Rancher), though if the mechanics aren't too overwhelming, metroidvanias are nice (think Hollow Knight). The last main hobby is food. If I didn't give you "mad scientist" vibes, let me tell you, I "Victor Frankenstein" my way through every meal, when time permits. I mostly mix and match what I'd think taste good together based on what I was craving at the time. I'd also say that, apart from Quality Time, I show affection best through giving foods that I've made. It works in reverse, too, where I get pleasantly happy when people I know well offer food to me. There was this one time I was bickering with some friends and one of them held a packet of chips to my face, and I tell you, the way I immediately shut up the second I saw it... I was almost embarrassed by how well that worked...

I'm really sensitive to a lot of textures, and the biggest ones are stickers (and anything sticky in that way) and wet things (think water fountains splashing water unexpectedly, fruit juices spraying on my face when I cut them too harshly, even stepping on wet floorboards without socks can set it off). Clothing/carpet with short hairs send literal shivers down my spine, but only when I touch them with my fingers/feet. I don't like kissing (at all.), so I normally stick with nuzzling. Hugs and spooning (both with people I'm comfortable around) are okay, however.

I don't really have any pet peeves, other than just blatant disrespect of basic boundaries as well as these boundaries in particular.

I hope you have a good and well-rested day :)

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓜𝓸𝔁𝔁𝓲𝓮!

Honestly the first person that came to mind for you is Moxxie

The way you two met is that he probably say you trying to mediate between an argument with a few others it started getting a little... dicey so he decided to step in before you got hurt

Yeah so those guys are now dead-

He made sure that you were okay immediately afterwards

"Are you okay? Some people in Hell are just so unreasonable,"

After that he offered to walk you somewhere safe (at first he offered to your house but then started stumbling seeing how weird it sounded since you both just met)

He tried getting you talk on the way asking you small questions here and there trying to get to know you more since he found the way you handled the situation between the two guys amazing

"So what do you like to do for fun?"

Once you let your guard down he really fell in love with you

He absolutely adored your more childish nature and it would push him out of his boundaries just a little more

You and him would absolutely bond over not understanding the internet. You would both try to learn it and Blitz (idk how to do the o thing) would try to 'help' you guys (just make fun of you)

He would randomly asking you questions loving your random psychology and biology facts. He admires your will to learn and finds it as one of the most attractive things about you

"Do you know what this is?"

Whenever you pull out a 'your mom' joke he finds it slightly immature and doesn't get it all of the time but Blitz likes it and will encourage you on it

Either way though he finds your sense of humor quite nice compared to Blitz's

He doesn't know why you have the soy sauce packets... its a mystery to him

"May I ask... why?"

You and him probably read series's of books together like honestly I wouldn't doubt it. Its one of the many things you do together

Whenever you get upset and leave the room he gets concerned and will try to give you space but might end up following you and trying to comfort you. But if he sees that you just really want to be alone he'll leave you and apologize

He'll then grab some of your favorite stuff for you and surprise you with it trying to make sure that you're alright

"I know you're having a bad time so... I grabbed a few things for you"

He encourages you to be creative all of the time constantly buying you drawing supplies and praising your work. He hangs it up everywhere... and makes sure that everyone knows that you did it and that its the best artwork in the seven rings

While you and him might not have the same music tastes he loves you anyways and will end up writing songs for you

"I made a little something for you..."

Whenever he hears you play the violin or trombone he swoons and will start hugging you and nuzzling you whenever you're done

Sometimes you both play duets together and afterwards he'll always praise you saying how well you did

Whenever he sees you mix and match food he gets confused and will give you the weirdest little look ever as if he's questioning his life decisions...

But besides that he'll just give you an awkward thumbs up

:Thumps up:

He gets you food... like all of the time. He loves gift giving if you can't tell by now-

Whenever there's a texture that you don't like and it comes into contact with you he'll help you get it off always

He always follows your boundaries no matter what <3

It took him a while to open up to you about his past and he didn't share all of it... but you comforted him through it