#mind you he doesnt take many photos

[sonics-atelier]

Charles Leclerc please stop making my father gay for you 🙏

[zorosunwashedleftcheek]

Self Restraint

summary: Zoro’s grown a bit too content in his life after beginning to date you… too lazy. After finding an interesting magazine, he finds the perfect way to train himself in self restraint… with your help.

cw: f!reader, established relationship, edging, overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial, uhhh nsfw if you couldn’t tell

a/n: if the tense keeps changing, no it doesnt

~

Zoro prides himself on being a man with little to no wants or needs.  If he has food, a place to sleep, and of course, his swords, he can survive anyone and anything. 

And then you came along and trampled his holy trinity into the ground beneath your pretty little shoe.  As he spent more time with you, he found that he was *wanting*. Wanted to see your face.  Wanted to hear your voice.  Wanted to feel your body.

It’s only gotten worse since you had reciprocated his feelings on that fateful night on the Thousand Sunny.  That night when he cradled you so close, his breath mingling with yours and those sweet, sweet, lips of yours crying his name.

That’s when those wants turned to needs.  The gates of heaven had opened to him and he didn’t have it in himself to turn away.

He was becoming selfish, taking and taking and taking simply because he enjoyed it.

He found himself in your room when he could be training.  Whispering sweet praises into your ears when he should be meditating.

Roronoa Zoro is growing lazy and he doesn’t like it one bit. His self control is slipping and it’s all your fault.  But he had absolutely no clue how to fix the mess he’d gotten himself into. 

~

The idea only struck him when he had found himself rummaging through Sanji’s locker, in search of the sword polish he had been so sure that asshole had taken.  In his search he accidentally stumbled upon a certain kind of magazine, certainly not the one delivered by the News Coo.  The swordsman could only assume where the perv had gotten it from.  Zoro had shoved the magazine back where he found it… but not before ripping a page out and shoving it in his pocket.

~

It’s about mid afternoon when Zoro stalks into your shared quarters and strips until he’s as naked as the day he was born.  He casts his clothes to the floor and stares at you, a scowl on his lips, as if expecting something.  “Hey,” Zoro huffs, “Hey woman.”

You’re reading, or maybe writing, Zoro’s a bit too preoccupied to tell.  His mind is busy thinking of the best way to propose the ludicrous idea that has been swimming in his head the past few nights.

You lazily glance up at Zoro, giving his toned body a quick once over, before turning back to your papers.  “Mhm… you look very strong.” You hum placatingly with a firm nod.  You’ve seen Zoro naked enough times by now to no longer be fazed… that much.  You’ve grown used to him coming into your room and taking off his shirt, waiting for you to compliment his physique, or ask him how he had trained that day.  It’s a bit prideful, but you’ve come to find it endearing, and frankly flattering that he wants to hear praise from you.  Many say that he’s blunt, but it’s a trait that you’ve come to love about him-

“Tch.  I need you to jerk me off.” The swordsman makes a vague motion with his hand before stooping down to dig around in his pockets. He produces a paper, it’s torn and crumpled.  Zoro thrust it out awkwardly, waving it around as he waits for you to take it.

Now that catches your attention.  You blink once, then twice.  You drop your book and look at him with raised eyebrows.  Your boyfriend isn’t one to blush, he’s no prude, and he knows what he wants, but your eyes land on his ears, where the tips are just the slightest bit pink. Cute.  Crawling towards the end of the bed and snatching the waving paper from his hand, your lip twitches in amusement.

In big red letter it reads, ‘Train Your Pup’ and below it is a pornographic photo of a man and woman on a bed, the man with tears in his eyes as the woman has her hand wrapped around his almost inhumanly large cock.  The man has obviously cum multiple times, his entire body flushed as the woman sits behind him, her chin resting on his shoulder while her pretty manicured nails grasp the man’s flushed and abused length.  You aren’t one to judge, but this picture is rather extreme; nipple clamps, handcuffs… and is that a whip in the corner?

You try to stifle your laughter as you look back up to Zoro, his expression entirely serious as he nods his head to you.  “I won’t cum.” He says firmly, his hands balled into fists, “But you need to try your best to make me.”

“…Edging.” You supply.

“Sure.” Zoro snatches the paper from your hands and points at the man, “And I won’t cry like this fool either.  If I ever cry during sex or otherwise, I want you to stab me through the heart.”

You blink up at him, what is this about, and how did he find an erotic magazine.  He wouldn’t…

“You’re not Sanji right?  Did you guys switch bodies or something?”

Zoro’s face sours as if he had just sucked on a lemon and you wave a hand at him, “Sorry, forget I asked.  This just isn’t very… I don’t know… you.”

“It’s training, woman.” Zoro crumples the page into a ball and tosses it into a random corner. “You’ve made me lazy and content, this is your fault.”

You are completely and utterly confused, but if this is what Zoro wants… you aren’t going to deny him.

—

That’s how you end up with your back against the headboard with Zoro practically in your lap.  Your legs resting on top of his as if to keep his thighs parted.  You try to replicate the position of the woman in the photo, but Zoros’ shoulders are a bit too broad and he has to slump slightly to let you see what you’re doing.

He’s only half hard and your hand absentmindedly strokes up and down to get him fully erect. It’s training after all, Zoro idsn’t exactly preoccupied with sex. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, looking at his face in an attempt to get a glimpse of what he’s thinking.  But he simply watches your hand, as if mesmerized by the way your thumb slides against his tip, making his breath catch just slightly.  Your hand looks small compared to his cock, your thumb and middle finger just barely able to wrap around his base.

Zoro loves watching your hand work, the way your hand would slide down to cup his balls while the other eased precum out of his steadily throbbing cock.  He blinks and suddenly he’s fully erect, his tip brushing against his abdomen. Damn, that was fast.

“We should think of a safe word.” Your words lull against Zoro’s ear and he is paying just enough attention to furrow his brow in confusion.

“Hell’s that?” He gruffs, shifting his hips and parting his thighs more to give you better access, your nails run along Zoro’s length and he clicks his tongue.

“You’re dense, y’know that?  It’s for if it becomes too much, you say the word and I stop.”

“I won’t need that.  I’ve grown lazy but I still have some self control.”

“Zoro.”

“Seriously, woman, I don’t need it.”

“Zoro.”

“Gah, fine.” Zoro’s face turns into an annoyed scowl, you had pulled your hand away when he had begun to argue with you and he didn’t like it.  His thighs twitch. “Pick a word then, I don’t care.”

“Bumblebee.” Zoro can feel your amused smile against his back and he groans quietly, muttering about how stupid this was it is and how he didn’t need a damn safe word.

As you begin to stroke Zoro’s cock at a relatively controlled pace, your hand starting at the base before sliding up with a loud schlick, you’d spend a few moments taking care of his tip before grasping firmly and tugging back down.

Zoro grits his teeth and looks to the ceiling, his fingers twitching. “Today, we’ll only do 40 minutes-“

Your hand pauses and you pull back slightly, “40 minutes? You’re joking, my wrist will get tired.”

“Then use your mouth.”

—

Zoro tries to meditate at first, keep the feeling of pleasure at bay.  But he’s not used to trying to deny an orgasm before.  For Zoro, an orgasm isn’t some prolonged event, he would spend a few minutes feeling fucking great and then he would move on with his life.  Before you, self pleasure was nothing but merely rubbing a quick one out in the shower, or lying in bed and tugging at his cock as if trying to rip it off. And once he met you, not much changed, except for the fact that he had someone to picture when he touched himself. 

Zoro found that he cared much more for your pleasure, the feeling of himself orgasming is simply an added bonus.

Of course, Zoro likes fucking.  He loves it, really.  The way it feels, the intimacy, the control.  But what he liked even more was you being fucked.

Zoro feels much better about himself when he’s making you twitch and gasp as his tongue swirls your clit.  His dick never feels better than when you’re begging him to fuck you with it. His voice never sounds more attractive than when he’s whispering soft praises in your ears. It almost feels like a sin to prioritize his pleasure over your own.

On the rare occasion that Zoro would let you suck him off, he enjoyed it, sure, but he’d much rather have you ride his face. He doesn’t like the idea of him being the only one being pleasured, it makes him feel almost… humiliated.  Despite how much you would reassure him that making him feel good made you feel good, it always left a strange feeling in his stomach.

So yeah… this is a new experience for him to simply sit there… and take it.  Is this how you always feel when he takes care of you?

His abdomen spasms as your hand speeds up and he curses quietly, torn from his thoughts.  “Other hand… use it…” He pants softly, his fingers digging into the fat of your thigh as he licks his lips.

Zoro shuts his eyes again, steadying his breath as you add your second hand to the mix. You work skillfully, it’s fucking annoying. He runs through the steps of how to clean a sword.  He imagines training with his sword.  Imagines the basics of wielding a sword.

Swing, step through.

Swing, step through.

Swing, step-

Fuck, you smell good.

Your lips latch onto his neck and startle him from the half meditative state he had managed to pull himself into.  Zoro grunts, his hips bucking and his lips pursing.  

His cock aches, he’s close.

Soft grunts and huffs spill past his lips and he slips a hand behind himself, wedging his fingers between your navel and his back.  He shimmy’s his digits past your shorts and tugs on the hood of your clit.  But instead of stimulating the small bud as you were expecting, he pushes past and slides his finger along your slit.  He listens to the soft keen that escapes your lips and he nearly cums right then and there.  He jerks against your hold, sitting up straighter as that soft sound of pleasure echos in his mind.

He thought that maybe he could finger you in an attempt to distract himself.  Usually he could go hours just from simply playing with your pussy, watching it weep and tense with the smallest movement of his finger.  It’s almost therapeutic for him to sit you down in his lap after a long training session and toy with your pretty puffy pussy until you yell at him, your face as pink as your folds as you berate him for teasing you.

But toying with you would decidedly not work in his favor today, he’s already sensitive enough, and even the memory of your flushed face makes his eyes widen in panic as he realized he’s about to cum.

He tugs his hand out of your shorts as if he had been burned, his fingers are soaked, just from that one swipe.  He glances at you from over his shoulder and groans at the sight of your sheepish smile. 

Fuck, you’re so wet.

Fuck… he wants to cum.

But training…

Zoro suddenly jerks and swats at your thigh, surely leaving a red mark, “Hey- shit… Hey!” He barks and you seem to get the message, your hands slowing to a stop, only your thumb stroking back and forth.

The pirate hunter furrowed his brow as the feeling of his orgasm withdrew.  It felt… frustrating.  And he felt angry.

Raking a hand through his wet hair- when had he grown so sweaty?- and taking a few steadying breaths.  He nodded at you, “Alright… go again.”

You seem to hesitate for a moment, “Remember the safe word?” You gain a sour look in response.

Your hands begin their pace again, your soft skin working up and down his throbbing cock.  The room is filled with wet *shlicks* and muffled grunts and groans escaping from Zoro’s lips.

This time, it felt as though the orgasm came on faster, trying to take him by surprise.  Zoro doesn’t even recognize he’s about to cum at first, but you do.  Because you’ve always paid close attention to him.

Your hands slow, but just barely,  “Zoro… hey, focus.” You encourage softly.  Sure, you don’t quite understand why this supposed ‘training’ is so necessary.  But if it’s important to Zoro, then it’s important to you.

Zoro grits his teeth, one hand fisting the mattress while the other grabs at your thigh, his large fingers digging and massaging as his hips buck up against you.  He hisses, his eyes squeezed tight.

Swing, step through

Swing, step through

swing,stepthroughswing,stepthroughswing,stepthrough

His body shudders and he peers his eyes open, forcing his vision to focus until they landed on the stupid black cat clock that you love so much.  The tail waving back and forth, as if taunting him.

Zoro stares at the numbers and blinks.

And blinks again.

And maybe he even blinked a third time

It’s only been 12 minutes.

12 goddamn minutes that had stretched into an eternity yet compressed into no time at all.

40 minutes… perhaps Zoro was a bit overconfident.

“That clock’s not right…” Zoro accuses, his breath ragged and a shuddering groan escaping his lips.

“Hm? Yes it is.”

“Oh, fuck me…”

—

It was minute 23 when the world renowned pirate hunter, master of the three sword style, right hand man of the straw hat pirates, Roronoa Zoro broke.

Well… in his eyes, and maybe yours too.

It was minute 17 when he had his first orgasm, there was quite a lot of cum, more than normal for him.  His entire body had felt as though it were alight as you whispered soft words in his ears.  Zoro had no fucking clue what you said to him.

Roronoa Zoro had failed, but perhaps he could still salvage this.  When you moved to pull away, he grit his teeth and shook his head.  He didn’t trust himself to speak,

but he needed you to keep going.  He failed a rep but he would still finish this damn workout.

Since then he’s been a mess, his body shiny with sweat.  His muscles jumping from the barest brush of your arm.  Zoro’s cock aches, a dull throb that echoed through his body with each movement of your hand.

You were also growing bolder.  You seemed to like seeing Zoro like this.  Evil woman.

“You look like a watermelon, Zoro.” You giggle, nibbling on his blushing ear and making a hot spurge of cum erupt from Zoro’s flushed cock.  Damn, he really was no better than the man from the magazine.

You press a kiss to his flushed cheek, you don’t think you’ve ever seen your boyfriend as flushed as he is right now.  You press your temple to his green locks, your hand is covered, and the sheets are ruined.

“God- Fuckin-“ Zoro’s hips buck so aggressively that he nearly sends you tumbling off the bed.  

Your hand subconsciously tightens around his shaft as you steady yourself.  And you hear a sound that you don’t think has ever escaped your boyfriend’s lips before.

A quiet, shuddering whine.

He pauses, and you pause as well.  He slowly looks over his shoulder and give you an unamused look, but it doesn’t quite give the intended effect with his flushed, sweaty face and the drool that had begun to collect at the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t even- mph…” Zoro is cut off as he catches that evil glint in your eyes right before you begin to stroke him once again… hard.  Your hand feels as though it’s choking his cock, cum collecting on your fingers and dribbling down your wrist.  You move at a pace that shouldn’t be allowed and Zoro feels as though he’s transcended heaven into a realm where he couldn’t tell if he was feeling pleasure or pain.

You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen Zoro so vocal.  But you find it’s one of the best things you’ve ever seen or heard.  Sounds escape his lips that sound straight out of a porno.

Zoro never strayed from grunts and groans when he had sex, you were blessed with the occasional moan or shuddering breath every once in a while.  But never before had you heard these… whines and whimpers.

He bucks and groans beneath your diligent hand.  His eyes rolling back and his bottom lip ground down to raw flesh.

You glance at the clock, only a few minutes left.  You almost feel bad for the guy, the way his entire body twitches as thin, watery cum dribbles down his cock to join the puddle on his stomach.

“Only three more minutes, Zoro, you’re doing so good, yeah?” You try to encourage him, but the sound of your voice seems to make his sounds of pleasure louder.

“Fuck… y/n… stop talking… you’re gonna make me-“

Zoro’s head lolls to the side to look at you and his face softens at the sight of your encouraging smile.  His mouth that had been twisted into a sneer slowly relaxed and he caught your lips.  His mouth was clumsy, his mind in some far off place, but you didn’t mind.  If anything, it made your heart beat faster.

—

“Should I make you cum one more time or-“

“Fuck no.” Zoro hisses as your hand pulls away from his red, twitching cock.  He glares down at his twitching thighs and clicks his tongue, trying to get his breathing under control.  His body was nothing but a damn traitor.

You giggle, Zoro slumps back against you and can feel your back digging into the headboard.  Zoro peers up at you between squinted eyes, his lips shiny with his saliva.  He narrows his gaze, “That was humiliating.”

“You asked for it.  And I told you that forty minutes is insane.” You rest your hands on your thighs, leaning forward to hover over Zoro, your stupid, pretty, grin filling his vision.

“I need to train this.  We need to do it again… tomorrow.”

You stare at Zoro’s completely serious face,

not a hint of teasing, but then your eyes slide to his ears that have somehow grown a shade darker, “Nuh uh… you liked it, didn’t you?”

Zoro glares at you but doesn’t argue, and you huff out a laugh.  Zoro would never lie to you.  The swordsman groans and twists in your lap until he’s lying on his stomach, he shimmy’s down until he’s able to rest his chin on your thigh.  A soft, content hum escapes his lips.  Zoro grins at the sight of you licking your lips and the way your breath shudders.  

You know what? He deserves a reward for training so hard today.

“You’re still wet, yeah? Wanna say thank you.”

~

[strawberrypumpkins]

hear me out ,

Ko-fi <- ill write anything

Ex husband!Simon x reader

Cw: Reader has a kind of nasty attitude, slight nsfw, established reationship , just throughts, not a final thought

You and Simon broke up on not-so-nice terms. It was a mistake made on both parts after a week back from deployment. He's out for almost 8 months in a year, leaving 4 for you. He spent most of his time back clinging to you and giving you all the love he missed whilst he was away….

When he came back this time, you wanted to talk about your future together and how it was going to work. You guys had been together for over five years, and he had a ring on your finger. Missus Riley in every aspect.

You just miss a thing: a Jr. Riley.

You want a jr, Riley. He doesn't. Neither can compromise for selfish reasons. He doesnt want to be a dead beat who only sees his child at best for only half a year whilst the child is growing up. You insist you can take care of a child on your own with minimal help, you just need someone to keep your busy, youre a stay at home wife you barely have anything doing.

Simon doesnt want his wifey doing any hard work, stay at home like the queen you are, his bank account is yours. Join as many pottery classes as you want, start a cafe, you can do anything.

Just not a child.

What was a civil discussion turned into a heated argument and soon both were throwing curses at each other, --you were throwing curses at him,-- hed rather bite off his tongue than shout back at you, but he absolutely disagrees. No kid, not yet, hes not ready to go that far, he wants to be selfish too.

What turns into not talking for a few hours turns into a day, then a week. You expect Simon to break it as always, he'd say he's sorry and you'd fold telling him how you were wrong, he's right, you can settle for another cat, maybe a dog, or start a business as he said. You were unreasonable, he's barely home how when would he have any time to be with you?

You knew this before saying I do.

But Simon doesnt talk either, doesn't even glance in your direction, he assumes you want space, ofcourse he wants to grab you and smother you in all his love, but he waits…… and keeps waiting… and more waiting for when you give him the signal.

You don't.

Yours mad. Why isn't he coming to you first? You sleep in the same bed at night, have breakfast together, and even stay in the bathroom at the same time, why won't he look at you? Is he tired? Does he think this was a deal breaker?

A week later another fight happens when you go out for a girls' night, when you get home you lay it all out to him. He's a prick, you hate him and he doesn't deserve you, no he doesn't.

Divorce comes after

He leaves the apartment to you, you receive spousal support until you decide to get a job, if you want to get a job, simon says.he never took his card back from you, hes the one who insisted you stay home so you shouldnt have to find a job now, just rest at home regardless of whether hes your husband or not. theres a 1 year period before it will be finalized, hes holding out incase you change your mind.

2 months of deployment and it begins to settle in just how bad it actually feels to be truly alone. You dont have and phone calls, no messages from simon ofcourse you have your cats but thats it, you dont work. You cant go out with the girls everynight simply because youre bored. They have lives too.

Drinking in your apartment on a Thursday night till you blank out is the only thing you have to keep you busy. In a drunken haze, you message Simon's number, a long rant begging him to come back, you were oh so wrong and you made a terrible mistake. The message doesn't send, but you feel better, it feels better to get it off your chest regardless of whether or not he saw it, at least you said it.

Messaging simons number became a frequent activity, you used it as a photo album, a note pack of sorts, you send pictures of flowers you take, of yourself, grocery lists, and the cats, you vent and rant in voice notes, tell the blocked number how you're feeling, how much it's raining, treating it as if it's an actual conversation with Simon. And it feels real, at least in your mind, you don't need to feel embarrassed about venting your wrongdoings to anyone, it's between you and you alone, and seeing the messages sent makes it feel real. You could do the same for another random block called, but you like seeing Simon's name up there.

Maybe there's the hope he sees it.

On the other side of the world, Simon is a month deep into a stressful mission, he's been dropped with the team at some random location, they camp out in the forest and have to sneak around like pests, he can't message you– you're divorced now - or at least in the making -, you hate him as you'd said that night and besides signal won't allow it. Then he sees your messages popping up all at once starting from almost a month ago, grocery lists, you miss him, what you've done that day.

And as he stands deeper into the forest away from the team, fisting his throbbing cock, looking at your reflection in the pot of the noodles you were eating, imagining how your lips wrap around the chopsticks as you slurp and lick your lips and edging himself by pressing his thumb to the little slit as he listens over and over to your voice notes reminding yourself to buy groceries then switching to how much you miss him so much. He doesn't stop until he's shooting blanks, never has he been so happy to hear you talk about buying vegetables.

.

You wake up one morning to someone ringing the doorbell nonstop as if they're trying to break it. Such an obnoxious sound, clearly they dont care much about anyone if they cant wait a single moment. You stretch quickly walking to the main door to rip them one when your eyes fall on simon.

He is wearing a black top, camo cargo pants, and black boots, his duffel bag in one hand and the other hand a stack of papers just back from deployment.

“can I c’m in?”

[smallish-t]

Showing you off part 2

Mdni this is filth

CW: slight spitting, degrading, exhibition, breeding if you squint, edging if you really squint

Ted sat in his car outside of yours and schlatts house. He was unbelievably nervous, last night he got his weekly FaceTime call from schlatt showing him how amazing you look being split in half. Hes been getting so many photos and videos of how amazing you look he just needs to see you in person, and last night when schlatt made the comment of him possibly coming over he just couldn't get it out of his head.

Now he's here. Sitting in his car. About to shit bricks.

He should have said he was coming over but he acted on impulse, trying to relieve himself with the many pictures he has been sent but it just wasn't enough any more. Just as he opened his phone again to gather some courage to go in he gets a video from schlatt. You on your knees getting absolutely face fucked, spit all over your face and then schlatt adding more spit right before the video cuts off.

Schlatt: doesnt she look like a good little slut with her face covered in spit?

Thats what he needed, after looking at that video he needed to see your face covered in person. He gets out of his car and knocks on the door without thinking.

No one answers. So before he over thinks it he pulls out his keys, unlocks the door, and walks right in.

Immediately his ears are filled with wet sounds coming from the bedroom.

"Ted is that you? You finally got the courage to come in after sitting in your car for 15 minutes??"

Ted just silently walks in to room and see you there, on your knees, chocking on his best friends dick. He has to squeeze the buldge in his pants for some sort of relief. He doesn't think he ever been this fucking hard, his head is spinning.

"Take a seat, enjoy the show"

Ted takes a seat on the bed just completely awestruck at how you look. He hears you let out a little whimper and that's got his hands moving to his zipper, pulling out his dick and giving it a quick little squeeze. He looks to you, then schlatt with question to make sure this is okay, and instead of giving a response schlatt slams his dick farther down your throat. He makes a rythum and Ted follows it closely, occasionally stopping to hold him self back cause fuck this is too good. He couldn't even comprehend how gorgeous you look in person. Suddenly schlatt pulls you off his dick and you gasp for air, Ted groans at the sight of you already fucked out by just sucking schlatts dick.

"Look at you, you really know how to give a show for our friend here"

He picks you up and put you on the bed right next to Ted. From here he can see your tits more clearly and has to stop himself from touching you. Schlatt pushes you down on your back and spreads your legs. "Look at how wet she is man, maybe next time I'll let you have a taste." Ted gets up to look at your glistening pussy, fuck he can cum at just that alone and has to force himself to sit back down and just watch.

Schlatt slides to fingers into you and it makes a delicious wet sound, mixed with your moan that has him forcing his hand away to stop him self from Cumming. Schlatt picks up a ruthless pace and once Ted calms down a bit, follows his pace again. You are now a mess of moans, squirming around with your eyes closed. "Look at Ted darlin, show him how good you look when you cum on my fingers." Ted's eyes immediately meets your just as you come undone from schlatts fingers alone, and again Ted is groaning. "Don't cum yet, the shows not over." Ted never thought hearing his best friend say something like that would be so hot, let alone he would obey a command like that. Ted moves his hands away and just stares at the sight.

Schlatt moves up in between you legs, sucking his fingers clean as he does. Schlatt groans out, "fuck you taste so sweet." He adjusts himself and lines up to your entrance. "Come here look at her stretch up close it's mind blowing". Ted leans over and watches as schlatt slowly slides in, and that stretch looks amazing. It must feel amazing too cause as he slide in your hand fly's to Ted's arm holding on for dear life. After a few warm up strokes, schlatt sets a pace. This one more slow and sensual. So Ted follows only lightly stroking his dick with the arm you are not currently holding onto.

Then Ted sees the gentleness break in schlatt and he's slowly getting rougher, and faster and soon it's all Ted can do to keep up.

He already know you have have came at least twice now as each time you squeeze the fuck out of his arm.

"Gonna take all my cum darlin'. Take it like a good girl for me and Ted"

Fuck Ted almost came at his words, but he resists and keeps schlatts ruthless pace. Soon he hears schlatt and you moan mixed with you squeezing his arm, Ted cums all over his stomach.

He's out of breath looking back and forth between the two of you but when schlatt starts to slowly pull out he looks over at your wet cunt. When schlatt pops out of you he sees a white pool start to slowly come out. Having no idea where the confidence comes from he asks "may I?" Schlatt just nods with a big grin on his face so Ted reaches over, dips two fingers in the small pool coming out of you and slowly moves it back where it should be deep inside you. He groans and the feeling of your walls clenching around him, and the slight whimper coming from you makes him want to do more but he stops himself as he was only given permission for this. He slides his fingers out and pops them in his mouth and he's eyes roll back as he groans from the taste of both of you, when he take them out he sees schlatt looking at him with hooded eyes before he looks away. "I'm gonna go clean you guys up, Ted we are doing this again."

[moonsaver]

Okay but like imagine getting to see pictures of Ratio as a baby and telling him he "used to be cute"

Hehehehe. I love bothering this man.

Unfortunately, veritas seems like the kind of guy who doesnt have many baby photos of him. Of course, not that there aren't any at all, theyre just scarce.

On the contrary, i am of the belief he's definitely had some sketches of him done , something like this v

I cant frankly say anything about his parents, but it just seems right to me that they probably had it done or did it themselves, sketching Veritas as a baby and having a good few of those papers (as tattered as they may be), stored somewhere safely. When you complain about the lack of photos, he offers finding the portraits and eventually does hand them over to you — although a bit of convincing is needed.

And however shall you convice him? Simple. Fawn incessantly over his scarce photos. Coo at his dimple cheeks and rotund face. Veritas acts indifferent or unbothered, but his ears prickle and twitch when he hears you fawn over his infant photos. Hm.. perhaps he'll take some time to find those portraits.

And.. he used to be cute? He's not sure whether he should scoff at the implications of it, and doesn't say anything. It does stay on his mind for quite a while, however. How do you find him now, then? His thoughts end up straying quite a bit from that, however, as this leads his curiosity about you as a child, and.. well, if you both had children.. who would they take after?

[emmyc0z]

hi! i literally love how you write❤️

could you write a fluff with a little bit of nsfw (if you dont take nsfw requests, just do it all fluff, i love fluff so i doesnt bother me) with a fem reader x cloud?

here's how i want the story, but you can obviosuly change it to your preferences.

y/n was a childood friend of cloud,and she didnt see him in A LOT of years. then she encounters him and they basically talk about rhe the good old times. a month passes and it's y/n's birthday, they all celebrate at the bar and give y/n a present. then it's cloud turn to give her the present, and he gives her a boquet and a letter with some photos from much years ago. after that, he kisses her and she kisses back. after the birthday party, cloud was a little bit drunk so y/n took him at her house to take care of him and cloud gets all clingy and says things to y/n. (if you want to add some nsfw, you can add it in this part of the story)

thank you❤️

Happy Birthday Slowpoke

pairing : cloud strife x fem! reader

description : an unexpected reunion leads to birthday wishes, unspoken love confessions, and drunken kisses.

warnings : small make out sesh but no smut, drinking alcohol (clouds gets drunk)

Sector 7 gets quieter at night. Never silent. But quiet. Walking through the streets is much nicer at night when there aren't so many people pushing to get through. It’s easier to think. Easier to take in your surroundings. 

There’s a certain hum that brings you comfort as you walk through the nearly empty streets. You remember when you first came to Sector 7, nervous and scared, and still dealing with the aftershock of Nibelheim. 

Nibelheim. Cloud.

God. How was he still stuck so deep in your head after years? 

You missed him. Him and his stupid blond hair. 

It was embarrassing how fast your head would turn at the sight of any blond man. Any. Even children sometimes. You had to catch a second glance to make sure you hadn’t just seen your childhood friend run past you as he giggled with his friends. It was never him, but you hoped. 

The peace of your walk was disturbed by a man walking past you. Bright blond hair fluff led up like the feathers of a chocobo in black clothes, and heavy footsteps. He pays you no mind as he walks past you, but you force yourself to do a double take. 

But this man is different. Even with his back turned to you he feels familiar. His hair stands up, the way Clouds did when he was a child. He’s dressed in the garb of a SOLDIER with a big sword on his back, Clouds always promised he’d become a SOLDIER. And he even walks the same way Cloud would as a kid, trudging along his path, god forbid someone think of him as anything but independent.

It all feels too coincidental. And without thinking your lips open to speak, “Cloud?” 

“Hm?” The man turns, only his head and shoulder so as to not pay you too much care, to face you. And your mind is flooding with nostalgia.

You're running after a young boy, blond haired, breathless laughs leave yours and his mouths. 

“Cloud!!! Wait for me!!” You squeal after the older 

boy whose legs carry him much faster than you can keep up with. And your tired legs, mixed with your lack of available air, are making it harder to match his pace. 

For a minute you think he doesn’t hear you, or maybe, that he doesn't want to listen. But soon enough he skids to a stop, looking back at you as he pants lightly. He wears a stupid smile on his face, cheeks flushed.

“Sorry y/n.. I keep forgetting I’m too fast for you. Your little legs can’t keep up,” He teases and lets out a juvenile giggle.

Finally you meet his side, matching his breath, “They can so!”. 

“Yeah right slow poke.” A childlike pout appears on your face, fitting for an 8 year old you. Always pouting. Always following after Cloud. 

You were never really sure why Cloud kept you around. But when you were kids, it never really mattered for more than a second. You just liked being around him, and him you.

“It’s not fair. You're older, your legs are longer!” He smiles down at you, laughing between heavy breaths.

“Only a year older.” 

“Still!” He stays quiet for a minute, letting you catch your breath without teasing you further. 

When you finally straighten back up, he’s still showing a giddy smile on his lips. Without a word, he grabs your hand in his, and takes off running the same way he had been before. Only this time you can keep up with him, pulled behind him.

“Cloud!” 

“Hm?” He turns to look behind him, a wide smile full of teeth on his face and eyes bright and blue. Still hopeful. 

His eyes meet yours and you realize the same blue eyes are looking into yours, only they are tired and the hope of his youth has been long gone. Yours probably look the same, usually. But right now they are wide and beginning to tear up. And his pupils, blown in recognition, are nearly as wide as yours.

“Y/n?”

“Cloud!” In an instant you latched onto him, arms wrapped tightly around his torso. Your face squished against his hard chest, probably wetting the front of his tank top from the tears slipping from your eyes.

He’s hesitant, but eventually one hand lands on your back and the other grabs onto your waist, pulling you in impossibly closer to his body. When you were kids, hugs were nothing out of the ordinary, but this one feels so different. You’ve been longing to hug him since you were 13, longing to see him since you were 17.

It’s overwhelming, the amount of emotion flowing through your body. You're happy to see your best friend again. You're sad that you haven’t seen him in so long. And you're angry that he left without ever saying goodbye. 

“Y..you.. are you real?” 

You look up to find his voice, wiping away the wetness from your face. His hands move to touch your face, then to your shoulders and finally fall to his sides. 

“Yes, Cloud. I'm real. When..how.. It’s been years Cloud.” 

“I know.”

There are a million things you’d like to say to him. You’d like to scream at him and punch at his chest until he bruises, not likely you could hit him hard enough to leave any marks but you’d try. But then you want to hug him, and run through the streets with him hand and hand like when you were kids. You don’t know what to say to him, where to start, or if you even should. 

“I missed you.” 

“I know.” He doesn’t say it back, and the lack of emotion that he shows is almost aggravating. But you don’t make it known to him how annoyed you are at him for his underwhelming reaction to this reunion. 

You invite him back to your apartment and, with a lot of convincing no and many ‘pleases’, he agrees to join you for an hour tops. His hesitancy hurts your feelings, you don’t admit that to him though, god forbid he realize that you hadn’t changed much since you were young. Since he clearly had. 

“You can sit down, you know.” He raises his brows, your acknowledgment of his awkwardness unexpected, but he takes a seat at your small table. The chair he sits in is the perfect size for you, and while he’s not the tallest man you’ve ever encountered, he almost seems to not fit on it. 

He is so silent, it stirs up years of pent up sadness and frustration deep within you, and inside you deeper still a fury of anger festers. But you push it away, locking those emotions up for another night when you haven’t just stumbled into your best friend of 10 years after 4 years of being apart. And you offer him a drink. 

“Are you gonna tell me what you’ve been up to for the last 4 years?” He is silent, stoic, hides his face by taking a sip from the glass of water you offered him.

“Not tonight.” Your teeth grind together inside your mouth, holding back your tongue from spewing words better left unsaid. He must see the clench in your jaw, the anger and disappointment in your eyes, “But another time. I will.” 

You fill the rest of the night with slow, and awkward, conversation. He doesn't make much effort to initiate it, but he answers your earnest questions without any complaint. At least the ones that don’t involve his work, his past, his lack of a goodbye. So the night moves slowly.

It doesn’t feel like very long has passed at all by the time he tells you he has to leave. 

“Already?” 

“Yes. I’m sorry, my days are busy.” 

“Are you staying in Sector 7?” He nods, you're not appreciating this strong and silent thing he has going on. 

“Working?” Another nod. “Well..if you find yourself free next month, we’re celebrating my birthday at the Seventh Heaven..uh.. it’s Tifa's bar actually.!”

“I know.”

“Oh.. yeah I guess, you would’ve gone to see her.” 

“I didn’t go t- .. I’m sorry. I should go.” He walks to the door, posture straight and stoic expression broken by a look of pity for just a moment. You walk him out. 

You can’t help yourself from speaking as your eyes meet his back, your mind is lacking in self restraint tonight, “Will you come?” 

He faces you, mouth parted before a small smile plants itself there, “I’ll try, y/n, goodnight.” And he’s gone into the night with quickened steps.

“Hey! Have some faith in him. I’m sure he’ll make it.” Tifa leans over the counter with a bright smile, sliding a drink into your hands. 

“Yeah, I’m sure.” 

The bar isn’t full, but the people that matter are here, most of them anyway. 

Biggs and Wedge, probably already tipsy based on the volume they're producing, are playing darts in the corner. Barret sits on the other end of the bar, Marlene seated beside him as they whisper between each other. And Tifa stands in front of you, a positive grin lingering on her face. 

“Y/n!” Marlene springs off the barstool, with the help of her father, and rushes over to you with a clumsily wrapped gift in her hands. 

“For me? Well thank you, Marlene.” You smile down at her, gently taking the gift from her hands and unwrapping it to find a bracelet made of beads and charms. 

“I made it for you. And I have one too! See?” She holds up her wrist, which you hadn’t realized was hidden behind her back, to show you the matching bracelet she wears. You lift into your arms, holding her in a tight hug. 

“They’re perfect Marlene, thank you.” 

With her still in your arms, you resume conversation with Tifa, and are promptly joined by Barret. You love them, like family of course. But you are so focused on the lack of Clouds presence that you forget to fully no appreciate the ones around you. 

Tifa reaches behind her, into the fridge and pulls outs an obviously homemade cake. “We decorated it together,” She slides a wink Marlene’s way and begins lighting the candles. “Make a wish y/n.” 

You think for a moment, it’s childish that you're hoping for your wish to work so genuinely, but you take a deep breath and blow out your candles with a heavy breath. One sweep. 

“What’d you wish for y/n?” Marlene’s voice is loud beside you. 

“Hey now.. you know the rules, I can’t tell you or else it won’t come true.” She pouts for a minute but her smile quickly returns when Tifa hands her a piece of cake. You take your own piece in your hands, sharing a smile with Tifa and Marlene. 

“Hey man! Good to see you. Glad you could make it.” 

Your eyes are moving faster than you can focus on the sound of Biggs’ words, finding the one person your wish standing in the doorway. In his hands he holds a bouquet, flowers of your favorite colors wrapped with paper and a pink bow.

He approaches you with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t know what to get you as a gift, I hope I got the colors right. Oh! And there’s this,” He reaches into his back pocket and hands you a sealed envelope. On its cover, your name is written in messy writing.

“These are ..beautiful, Cloud, thank you.” 

“Drink?” Tifa is cheery, as always, if not more so. 

“Yeah, thanks.” He takes a seat beside you and you try to hide the way your eyes linger on him. The muscles in his grown arms. The familiarity of his spiky hair. You're not so angry anymore, now that you've had time to process his return, rather longing for the relationship you had as kids. The closeness you’d been lacking in your friendships since he left.

“Are you gonna open it?” 

“What?” His voice brings you back to the moment, and you realize you’ve been ogling at him.

“The envelope..” 

“Oh! Yeah, right. Yeah.” 

You reach for it and carefully open it, trying not to rip the paper too badly. Tucked inside the envelope is a photo of the two of you as children and a folded up letter, reading : 

This is stupid. But I tried to write something so I wouldn’t have to say all this out loud.

I haven’t been around for a long time, so I don’t really know where we stand anymore. But as far as I know, you’ve been the only person I’ve been able to open up to about everything. 

Without you, I probably would’ve spent my childhood alone. 

When we were kids, I swore I’d be a SOLDIER. But to be honest it wasn’t all I thought it would be. And I’m sorry I left you for shinra.

And I know I should’ve said goodbye, and I probably hurt you when I left. But I’m here now, and I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon. 

You were my best friend or you are my best friend, doesn't matter. 

Happy Birthday Slowpoke.

He looks at you intensely as he tries to gauge your reaction. It’s a simple letter, and could be written by a child with a little effort. But it’s Cloud, and it’s the most you can ask from a man like him. It still has your hands wiping at your eyes.

“Hey, did you make her cry? No crying on your birthday!” Tifa returns, leaning over the counter to slide Cloud his drink, looking over at you. “Y’alright?”

“Yeah I’m okay. I’m really good actually, thank you.. for this, Cloud”.

He nods, and you swear his cheeks redden, but he looks away before either you or Tifa can comment on it.

Cloud's drink is gone in moments, and he is asking for another, whilst making comfortable conversation with you. A ‘happy birthday’ ‘how’s your day been’ ‘what do you do for work now’ kind of comfortable. He doesn’t ask anything personal, does not dwell on the past, you almost wish he would. 

But you indulge him and his calculated questions, being satisfied with any conversation at all, and let the night flow.

It doesn't take long to realize that Cloud is not a drinker, or at least that he does not know his limits. It’s dark out now, and music plays from the jukebox, and Cloud sways drunkenly to a song. You can’t help but laugh, whilst also feeling weird seeing him be so free and not high strung. Not a SOLDIER, just a man.

He stands up, grabbing onto your arm to pull you over in front of the jukebox where Wedge is dancing with Tifa. 

“Careful Cloud!” You stumble after him, bumping into his chest as he pulls you. He doesn’t seem to notice, grabbing onto your hands to spin you and move you around. 

“You're a pretty good dancer now,” He moves you to face him, moving to the music still with a goofy smile on his face, “Do you remember.. when we..when we were kids and you would step on my feet ..everytime we danced.” 

You giggle at his slurred words, “You're so drunk right now.” 

“And you’re ..sso pretty..” He moves in closer, close enough that you can smell the liquor lingering on his lips. 

“Oh wow.. you're really drunk.. haha.” You make no effort to move away from him, but you laugh at his actions to relieve the awkwardness flowing from your body. 

“Mhm..” He closes the gap and places his lips against yours. Your hands find his chest, eyes falling close as you kiss him back. Your self control is weak, and you want to keep his lips against yours. But he's drunk, and your head is starting to spin.

Somehow you find the strength to push him away and he moves away with a pout on his puffy lips. 

“Let’s.. uh.. get you home, yeah?” 

“But I’m having fun!” He attempts to spin you, but he ends up making himself dizzy, “Actually, yeah.. that’s probably a good idea.”

“Yeah.” You laugh at his flushed face, holding onto his arm as you say goodbye to everyone and leave the bar.

“Can we go to yours?” He doesn't let go of you, even after you’ve walked halfway down an empty Sector 7 road, but he has instead moved his grip to hold your hand to keep you close to him.

“My apartment?” 

“Mhm.”

“Yeah..yeah sure.” He leads you to your own apartment like he knows the route by heart, he’s only been there once and yet he acts like he lives there by the speed he finds it.

Once inside he collapses onto your bed, not much space in the apartments, so you suppose that was normal considering there was no couch. 

“Do you want some water?” He shakes his head, laying on his back to stare up at the ceiling. 

You move towards the stereo on the opposite wall, turning on the radio so there is noise for you to focus on instead of his arms as they rest underneath his head.

“I missed you too .. y'know.” Clouds words barely make their way to you, his voice quiet and music humming just loud enough.

“Hm?” You turn to face him, moving to sit on the ledge of the bed in front of where he lays. 

“The night I saw you,” He leans on his elbow to hold himself up, “you said that you missed me. and I didn’t say it back. I did. I missed you. I just didn’t know what to say to you then.”

You don’t say anything, you're not sure what to say anyways. 

He looks into your eyes for a few minutes before pulling you by your arm so you lay beside him, but he shifts positions so he holds himself above you with his hands. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

“Yes.”

His lips meet yours once more. But unlike the bar this kiss is calculated, not clumsy and childish. He is drunk, and it’s obvious by the taste that remains on his lips even after he has licked them clean multiple times.

Your fingers find his hair, his knee finds its way between your legs and your chest begins to move quicker. He moves to latch his lips onto your neck, sucking spots that will definitely be purple and red tomorrow, while his hands find their place under your shirt on your hips.

And while you’d love for Cloud to continue his journey, the fact remains that he is drunker than a teenager on their 18th birthday, and you want this moment to be one enjoyed sober. So you pull his head up to meet his eyes, and very puffy lips. 

“Your drunk Cloud. I think we better save this for another night.” 

He pouts, face flushed, but he nods with a sigh. Getting comfy he finds a place to rest his head, on your chest, but his hands don’t move from your skin. If anything you feel his grip tighten, keeping you close as he practically lays on top of you. 

“I missed you, a lot. I thought I'd never see you again when you left.” Your fingers find his hair once more, rubbing at his scalp and playing with blond strands.

“I know. I didn’t think I’d see you either.” 

The room is quiet, except for the soft hum of music flowing from the stereo. His fingers tense and relax again in sync with his slow breaths, moving to trace the softness of your skin. But eventually his movements stop and he seems to still. 

“Cloud?”

There are still a million things you’d like to ask, like to say. And so many years of words you’d like to catch up on between him, months of love confessions that you had admitted to Tifa that you’d like to share with him. But the soft snores that begin to leave his mouth tell you he’s in no mood to talk right now.

“Goodnight soldier..”

[midnight---hollow]

Vee c reefs relationship chart and explanation!!

Vees character relationship sheet!! This one is alot less complex than roses. vees main goal on land is learning to be normal, make friends, and help azul so there isnt much drama in their character relationships. They try to make friends as much as they can and try not holding things against anyone because “students are friends not food”

—- 🐈‍⬛

They both are pretty neutral. Vee wants to be friends with him purely because they took azul saying “you should try making friends” way to literally and they have been trying to befriend every nrc student as a result. Grim doesnt care cus it means he gets extra food from either samples or stale pastries vee doesnt want going to waste

—- 🦋

Vee feels bad for how aggressive they became in the end of book 3 and wants to make it up to rose, rose doesnt care and has already forgiven them so they havent pushed vee away but also she isnt trying to be friends. They get along atleast

—-❤️

Vee: since vee grew up taking orders from powerful people in the sea they hold respect for people like that on land. They have a list of command in their head and while azul is the big boss, if someone gives them an order that doesnt go against his they will do their best to follow through. Because of this they have a high respect for riddle, he reminds them of some of their old bosses and they want to make people proud. Riddle on the otherhand while glad they follow his rules and orders, doesnt like how close they are with floyd and how they will join him in some of his bad habits. He thinks vee should do a better job at keeping floyd in check and thus is neutral towards them

—-☘️

Vee: baking buddies!! Treys offered them so many dental products their teeths never been this bright and shinny before. they came over to deliver some band notes to cater but got distracted when they saw trey baking. trey enjoys chatting with vee and getting their help, always willing to drop some nuggets of wisdom or baking advice since vee is a novice. I think try has a fascination with teeth esp sharp teeth so thats another thing they can talk about since vees trying to get the most friendly smile in town

—-♦️

Both are in pop music club and cater already worked with the mostrolounge on multiple occasions. I imagine they wrestle the closest to best friends on this list besides maybe lilia but i cant say they are best friends because of how despite them both being friendly and loud, they keeps people at arms length secretly. I do think people think they are best friends though. They hang out, vee doesnt understand magicam but they are always happy take help cater take photos or join him in them. They have a blast even if they arent super close

—-🃏

Not close, ace was scared of them at first and vee meant the nicest but 100% didnt help their case. Vee is still trying to befriend him but for now (and probably forever) they are neutral to kinda friends) i do think they would be hilarious in events together tho cus ace would create a stupid plan and vee would 100% believe the plan is flawless

—-♣️

They are both aggressively trying their best. I think they would have good chemistry in events but they have yet to really bond on the norm so i think they are both neutral to each other which a chance of being friends

—- 🦁

Vee does not fuck with this guy. They dont like him, they didnt mind him at first but at learning he destroyed azuls contracts it became hatred on sight. Vee could forgive everyone else for their parts in it but leona just did that for the fun of it and vee will never get behind that. Leona doesnt give two flying shots, if they want to fight they can fight but he aint gonna say sorry nor does he care that much to begin with. The beed is onesided but strong

—-🍩

Uh so… during book three they had a little accident. When the mark between vee and azul fades due to the contracts disappearing vee panicked and when they made it to the place the fight was about to go down in, they saw azul throwing his tantrum with those two off to the side and they snapped. They lunged at the closest one which just so happened to be ruggie and may or may not have broken his leg in the fight. Once everything was cleared over vee felt immense guilt because they promised they wouldnt hurt any students, they took ruggies work hours until he was healed and delivers him the pastries that are to stale to sell (azul lets it so he doesnt have to include the waste amounts in his paperwork. Something something taxes) ruggie forgives but doesnt forget and def holds it over vee but he isnt going to lose his job over it. Free food is free food and eventually they become friends like they where before book 3

—-🐺

They both respect their strength. Jack has to admit vee has a good “sleeper build” and it takes a certain kind of strength to not use your own power to get what you want, vee thinks jack is the smartest of the freshman and finds his strong morals admiring since they struggle with moral codes

—- 🐙

Azul!! Before book 3 vee and azul had a very unhealthy codependent relationship, vee views him and his family in an almost savior like role, and azul sees vee as the only person who knew him before he became how he is now (since they where friends before he went to school). The place they hold the other in their eyes is not healthy in the slightest but they didnt notice until post book three where vee calls him out for not informing anyone about how hes been feeling. Its not perfect after that but things start to get better and i think book 7 and azul finally admitting how tired he is of feeling this way (and vee having to realize the azul in their mind is who he really is) is what truly starts to bring them to a healthy point. I think i should mention throughout this they have yet to start dating, they are just really close “business” partners. I think azul confesses at the start of their third year or during summer break

In terms of how they act towards each other i think azul is softer to them than he is to jade and floyd, and vee is more true to themself around him in return. Vee wants to make him proud, they made it to nrc because of their contract and they want to prove he made the right call in trusting them. Azul wants to milk the opportunity of free labor to its fullest but he cant bring himself to take full advantage especially after the mishap when he gave vee the job of finding students who didn’t complete their payment. He doesnt say it but that side of vee he only recently learned of unnerves him, he expects it from the twins but not his childhood friend

—-🐬

Jade and vee have a complicated relationship. Vee spent most of their childhood being hired by the leech family to complete odd jobs so vee knew them when they where younger. Jade did not like vee, he didnt know what the job was that vee was doing but he could smell the coral reefs off them, he could feel their movements in the water telling him they where quite small, he could hear their meek voice. He viewed them as weak, truly weak. I headcannon that while jade views everyone as weaker than him, he has a special hate towards those truly weak and in his eyes vee was fragile and disappointing soft. I think this changed when they made it to ncr and he watched as vee took azuls orders to drag a student back to him to literally, when he saw the look in vees eyes for the first time as they beat that student up past lengths even he and floyd would normally go. It wasnt interesting to him, fascinating. He did research on them after word, watched their every move, looked up the organization they worked for and everything. How can someone so small and meek do so much damage, how could he have overlooked them. He starts to gain a genuine interest and care for them through taking the time to learn more about them

Vee doesnt really fuck with it tho!! Hey um maybe dont poison me thank you very much, please unlock the door that would be nice, no i dont want to look at your mushroom collection!!! Vee spent most of their time hanging out with floyd and jade staying away from jade they dont understand why he suddenly wants to get closer or why he has become so nice. They dont trust it and they dont buy it… atleast for the first two years of it, they cant help that they do start falling for it when it constantly happens and vee was never the best at mind games, eventually they start to give into his request and it genuinely surprises them how he doesnt do anything suspicious (atleast to what they are away of) they cant seem to compute that jade actually wanted to hang out with them in a dark alley away from prying eyes. They way they feel about each other is a way i cant describe with the colors provided on the promp-

—-👟

They match each others freak. One of them says the stupidest thing known to man kind and the other goes “exaccxttllyyyy.” Vee understands floyds moodswings and works with them not against them, if he doesnt want to cook something they will offer switching stations since they both primarily work on the kichen. If they are cleaning and he dosent want to anymore they will put some fun music on and let him dance while they work. If he drags them from studying so they can do parkour then that just a a free break! I just think they are goofy together, there isnt much more besides finding comfort in doing what they want wether that be staying in bed all day or vee listening to him ramble about a new spell he created

—-🐍

Vee and jamil are a bit tricky. Vee wants to be friends with him but jamil has a hard time liking them because they remind them of him and he hates how happy they are about what he hates. He sees them as azuls gaurd dog, he throws a bone and they chase for it, he cant stand how they are content in where they are in life. Vee doesnt get what the issue is because to them azul an escape from their normal life, from the gang violence and dangers of the sea. Jamil wants freedom, vee wants to be safe, so they both dont get each other. Vee still wants to be friends though, they think he is supper talented and wishes to see more of jamils real self even if hes meaner

—-💸💸💸

Same club buddies!!! I think they have a similar naivety even if its from very different reasons. Vee goes to alot of kalims parties and vee invites kalim to the lounge or to study (their asses can not study they get distracted immediately) i dont think vee clocks the toxic positivity kalim has that most people do, kalim tells them “oh i dont eat things unless jamil tries them first ha ha it might be poisoned 😝” and vee is like “:0!! Jamil come try the brownies i made :D” because yeah maybe it is poisoned and vee didnt realize jade snuck something in. We can try it together!! But yeah great friend combo but horrible for everyone else lse

—-🍎

Who? They dont know each other, they will probably meet in an event. Idk how they would interact though, maybe friends or neutral. I imagine epel looked down on vee a bit because vee looks physically weak and smaller esp since they are often around jade and floyd who are very much not that. Hed be caught up guard when vee body slams someone or runs away faster than anyone on the track team

—- 🏹

I genuinely cant grasp if they would be friends or if vee is scared of him. I think they are alot more similar than different, they are both hunters, chasers, stalkers(tho vee doesnt do this on campus unless azul tells them to) i just feel rook would do that to vee and vee would realize more often and not and feel weird because they havent worried about being pray since they where little. I do think they would get along but vee is very cautious around him

—-👑

Vee doesnt really know vil but they respect him because he is a housewarden and because if they do meet vee would just immediately clock he is someone deserving and demanding of said respect. I think they would have funny interactions in events because vee would def be a good henchman for vil

—-👻

Vee doesnt know to much about ortho but i think they are friends. Met first in boardgame club but i think they both want to make friends enough that they make friends with each other. Neither understands the others brain but they still have fun anyways

—-💀

A duo made by the power of gummy worms and junk food, azul is very displeased but thats just because he lost in uno. Idia thinks vee is a bit of a noob but as long as they are chatting about games and shows he is willing to hang out with them, its fun having an extra way to get a leg up on azul after all. Vee is very happy for the new friend even if they dont understand half of what he is talking about. Idia ortho and cater are the only reasons vee knows anything about the internet

—-🐊

They dont know each other but god if they meet in an event its going to be chaos, i dont even know how to describe it but we can not let them join forces its going to be so annoying and miserable for everyone else and probably them to

—-💤

Vee respects a knight doing his duty well, has had a few classes with him. Vee thinks he is always sleeping because of his strenuous training and work so they will just leave him a granola bar to wake up to. They dont talk much but mutual respect

—-🦇

Lilia is probably the person vee is closest to that isnt octotrio. Vee sees him like a parental figure and goes to him for alot of advice about trying to be human and being normal and just everything. Vee reminds lilia of himself in a way and tries to help, vee takes all his wisdom in stride even things that dont make sense. I debated putting platonic love on their line but i dont think either of them would clock it enough for it to be put on but i do think they are the closest to that. Lilia just knows the right things to say and vee is so earnest about what they want i think they get along and i think vee wishes they had someone like lilia growing up

—-🐉

Vee does not know malleus like at all. I imagine if they did they would treat him like they treat any other housewarden besides leona, with respect and an obedience to his orders, they just dont even know the prince of briar valley is at the school. I cant imagine how they would act in events

——🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🪸🪸🪸🪸

Mk thats it, changed the format because i was having a hard time writing how they felt separately. Prob yapped a bit to much in certain uh… fishy sections but if i did so then womp womp. Here is the close up to vee, i think i might redesign them because something feels off when i draw them but idk. If you have any suggestions or questions lmk ^^

[whor-pheus]

I have MANY gripes with Security Breach (who tf doesnt lets be real) and one of them is, while I love Gregory, he doesnt really feel like.. a protagonist. Like, he works well in GGY because he's in the background, or I feel like that (to the six other GGY fans on tumblr, please dont execute me if im wrong/you disagree)

And right from reading GGY, I was like "Hey, it would be kinda cool if in SB, we played as Tony or Ellis" And then when RUIN came out I was like "Hey itd be even cooler if we played as one of them in SB because then they could add to the whole 'Gregory went missing' thing."

So, logically, it would prooobably make more sense for it to be Ellis, since Tony almost definitely died at the end of GGY, lets be real, but I had more fun writing Tony even if i prolly made him ooc asf. but uh. yeah. this is my apology video for missing GGY week

The office was a simple room.  

A mahogany desk sat in the far corner, where the light from the windows didn’t quite reach, with a swivel chair tucked neatly underneath it. There were some books (mostly notebooks, though there was at least two with bookmarks, implying they were stories, of some kind) and papers strewn across it, not quite messily. ‘Haphazard’, might have been a better word. A pot full of pens and pencils sat next to an older looking computer that was more dust and sticky notes than machine. 

There were frames on the walls, the leftmost one particularly covered - drawings from young children and generic stock photos of inspirational quotes, mostly. They made up a colourful collage along the eggshell white, but had already faded into the visual equivalent of background noise. 

Two blue arm chairs sat across from one another, with a coffee table holding two coasters and a stack of magazines placed between them. Only one of the chairs was occupied. 

The door creaked slightly as it opened, and a tall woman stepped inside, a warm smile on her face. Her hair was salt-and-pepper grey with the odd bit of blonde showing through, but her face was young, the barest beginnings of crow’s feet visible behind the half-frames of the red glasses that perched on her pointed nose. 

She stepped into the room fully, holding a mug in each hand, and placed them down on the coasters. The smell of lavender lingered, even as she wandered back to close the door, and then to grab a notepad and pen from her desk. 

“Sorry for the delay.” She said idly as she sat down. The book was set in her lap, though she made no move to open it, instead reaching for the cup she’d placed on her side of the table and taking a sip from it. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long.” 

The woman didn’t wait for a response, clearly not expecting one, and placed her cup back down on the coaster. She crossed her legs, the flower print of the pinafore she wore distorting slightly. 

“I’m Caroline Reeves, but you can just call me Carrie.” She hadn’t stopped smiling since she’d come into the room. Her green eyes seemed slightly squinted from how wide it was, or maybe her vision was just particularly poor. “I believe you’re Anthony, right?” 

The boy in the other chair nodded slowly, still looking around the room as if there was anything else for him to see. 

“Nobody calls me ‘Anthony’.” He said after a moment, deciding that picking at the sleeves of the battered, green jacket he wore was more interesting than looking the woman in the eye. If she minded this, she didn’t comment on it. “Everyone just calls me ‘Tony’.” 

Carrie nodded, and clicked her pen on to presumably make a note of it, “Tony. Got it. Much quicker to write, so you won’t hear me complaining.” 

Tony looked up, finding a small smile creeping onto his lips despite how stupid the joke was. Carrie met his gaze, still grinning. 

“So. I normally like to spend my first session with people getting to know them. Becoming familiar, learning what they like, taking note of what they don’t, that kind of thing,” Carrie explained. Her voice was still light and friendly, but it was more mellow, in comparison to her prior joking tone. “But you didn’t seem fond of that idea, based on what I’ve been told?” 

Tony’s smile was gone. It didn’t drop from his face, per se, and he didn’t seem particularly upset by the question, itself, but he sobered nonetheless. He shrugged, reaching forward and picking up the mug in front of him. The warmth was distracting, and he stared down at the hot chocolate. 

“There isn’t a point.” He said, when the ticking of the clock in the silence became too much and it was clear that Carrie wouldn’t let him simply not reply. “Every therapist or-or counsellor I’ve been to has thought the exact same thing. They ‘get to know me’-” He shifted the mug to just his right hand, making air quotations with his left. “-and ask about what happened, I tell them, they say that I made it all up to cope with the trauma, and tell my mum to give me meds she can’t afford that’ll just screw my head up.” 

The words turned bitter as he finished them, poison dripping readily from his tongue. Anger and frustration were easy, after all. His fingers had tightened too much around the mug, and it screeched horribly as his nails dragged against the porcelain. He loosened his grip, taking a sip of it instead to force the lump in his throat down. 

Carrie hummed. 

“I get that. It’s frustrating, having people ask you to talk about things, and then more-or-less call you a liar when you do. It’s not supposed to be like that, and while I’m sure those people didn’t realise the implications of what they did, it caused damage nonetheless. Just because they didn’t mean to hurt you doesn’t make the pain stop." 

She paused, tilting her head back slightly to look up at the tiles on the ceiling. 

“We don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to.” 

That caught Tony off guard, and he looked up from where he was tracing the hairline cracks in the mug with his thumb. His surprise must have shown on his face, because the woman continued. 

“If I force you to talk about something you don’t want to so early on, I’m sure it’ll lead to you building a resentment towards me.” Carrie looked back down at him. She adjusted her glasses slightly, before continuing. “Forcing anyone to talk about something they don’t want to can lead to that outcome, especially if that person has experienced a traumatic event they’re trying to supress. Especially if that traumatised person is a child. Children with completely happy lives can grow resentful of adults bossing them around, so when you throw the mental hurdles that trauma responses add into the mix alongside that, it just creates a wall.  

“You can still talk to someone through a wall, of course, and you could probably climb over it if you really wanted to, but it’s not going to be easy, and the more you try and brute force past the wall, the taller it’s going to get.” 

Carrie paused again, to take a sip of her drink (tea, most likely, based on the colouring) and to catch her breath. 

“I also can’t very well promise that I ‘won’t be like that’.” She copied Tony’s air quotations here, though she made the gesture with both hands at either side of her head instead. “I very well might hear your story and agree with those other professionals, and I’m not in the habit of making promises I don’t intend on keeping.” 

She adjusted herself in her seat to sit straighter, and Tony mirrored her when he realised how slouched he had become.  

Carrie’s face was still friendly looking, even as she became more serious, “But I will promise you this. I will not ridicule you for anything you tell me. I will listen, and I will give my opinion at the end, if you would like it. I think you’re a very intelligent young man, and I won’t spend our time accusing you of lying, or anything of the like. If you want, this can just be for you to get everything out, and rant without having someone psychoanalyse every word you say.” 

Tony blinked up at her, silent for another long few seconds.  

“I...” He started, then stopped again as he furrowed his brow. He tried again, after a few more seconds to think of what he actually wanted to say. “I don’t know where to start.” 

The admission was a quiet one, but Carrie didn’t seem deterred by it. She looked down at her book, and pulled a folded piece of paper from between one of the pages, skimming it. 

“Well, the official record starts when you disappeared.” She said, eyes still moving over the text as she spoke. “Why not start from there?” 

“That’s easier said than done.” Tony huffed. 

Carrie put the paper in her lap, softening her smile to something more comforting than happy, “Therapy tends to be. If you’d rather start with something else, though-” 

“No.” 

Tony sighed, placing the mug down on the coaster and planting his hands on his knees to disguise the shaking. 

“It’s... Yeah, it’s kind of the only place that it makes sense to start...” He agreed begrudgingly. “Uhm...” 

Carrie gave an encouraging nod. 

“Whenever you’re ready.” 

Tony took a deep breath, and began. 

[serejae]

I DONT FEEL LONELY WHEN I SEE HER | SEOK.MATTHEW

WHAT ! - matthew bf thoughts for my menda😇

WHEN ! - (warnings) fluff, kissing, petnames

WHO ! - i get you. ill be completely new to a group but THATTTTT one is my man. ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY MENDA BOOKIE SNOOKS😇

! - dating matthew is like a breath of fresh air, he isnt too distanct nor suffocating

! - i think thats mainly based on the fact that he took time to study and know you before he asked you out. by the time it was your 1 month he already (been) knew the temperature you like certain drinks, how much milk is too much in your cereal, and if we wanna be normal, when you need space

! - i feel like the trope that most resonates with matthew to me, is bestfriends brother. him and his sister have such a cute bond that i feel like he’ll recognize some of his sisters friend, but when it was you it was different. he couldnt pull himself away, his sister quickly caught on and realized what he was up to (before helping you both out)

! - matthews favorite parts of his day is definitely the morning and nights time. how he’ll wake up with you in his arms taking some time to admire you before carefully sneaking off and getting ready for the gym. he’ll wait for the clock to go off at a certain time that he memorized to start making your breakfast and drink, cause by the time you get ready and freshen up it’ll be the perfect temperature

! - speaking of gym, i see some people describe matthew as friendly, in which yes he is BUT HE DOESNT HAVE EYES ON ANYOJE BUT YOU. in his mind you guys already have a white fenced house with a dog and 3 kids running around. but i digress, he’ll call you and work out while talking to you because there’s nothing that gets him more pumped than you. if any other person tries to talk or hit on him he’ll act like he cant hear them through his headphones as he speaks to you

! - he loves the night time, because after a long day or you both being tired and stressed at least he knows he can come home to you and relax with you in his arms again. he loves how his day begins with you and ends with you

! - if hes away he’ll definitely buy a stuff animal that reminds him of you before the trip and take photos of it doing the most basic things “look were on a breakfast date:)” captioned to a photo of a breakfast platter with the stuff animal sitting infront of it sitting straight up (he adjusted it making sure ur postures always right)

! - his family loves you, they hear all abour you 24/7. his family knows that when matthew cherishes something he means it. mattthew has a big heart that he doesnt take for granted , he’ll try to bring you over to canada as much as he can to bring you to his family, talk about his childhood town, as well as trying his favorite childhood snacks

! - you dont have many arguments with matthew but when you do, he does get rather defensive wanting to defend himself but after a couple arguments with you he learned that being defensive wouldnt get him anywhere, so he tries to keep his composure. on those days he does slip up, he reflects why and what made you two get here. afterwards he’ll try to start a convo so you both can go back to normal and the way he missed

! - sometimes to matthew he gets tired of the basic ways of showing affection. he loves physical touch yes, but he knows you know he basically latches onto anyone he loves. so he decided to make a new system for you, and just for you. he loves you more than the words i love you, i love you isnt enough to describe his love for you so he tweaks it a little. he’ll say phrases that make your heart flutter

“i wanna be with you in every life time”

“you make me believe in love”

“you make me feel safe”

“you look like the in bloom instrumental”

! - matthew would love to indulge in your interest, could be as adventurous as rock climbing to as calming as bird watching. he never complains. if you like it , he does too

! - he loves to try new things with you. he wants his first to always be with you, if the members invite him to go to a new amusement park he’ll drag you along or go later with you because he knows he’ll constantly be in a state of mind of “yn wouldve liked that”, “i wish yn couldve seen that”

! - please. before there was rizz king matthew, the amount of tries he took on you. you were his first victim at all his flirting attempts. more of them making him look silly than 🫦🫦 but youd never tell him that. for all he knows he is your rizz king❤️

! - everything always relates back to you somehow. if someone asked him what happiness meant to him the conversation will lead back to you. if someone asked him if he knew the technique of how to make the best slime, its still gonna lead back to you

! - yeah sure you’ll have to fight jiwoong and gunwook every so often for your own boyfriend but hes worth the fight right? or at least thats what he constantly tells you 🤨

! - when matthew loves you you know he does, not because he tells you all the time but its the little things he does that remind you “im right here if you need anything”

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

Now what if pervert!choso x reader and reader is actually extremely kinky but he doesnt know

-😝

😝anon! Welcome, hehe. Always love your ideas.

Content: fem!reader, perv!choso, sexual themes, mdni, not proofread, self pleasure, panty stealing, sneaky pictures (all mentioned), peeping (reader)

Perv!Choso here

So we all know how perv!choso is. Stealing your panties, tucking them away for his self pleasure sessions. The sneaky photos he takes of you, and the ones you ask for. Printing them out and tucking them under his bed. He does his best not to let you know, he doesn't wanna ruin what he has going.

But little did he know you have a secret of your own.

One night, when he came over to stay, since you're friends. He was taking a shower. You'd accidentally caught him touching himself. Earbuds tucked into your ears, music blasting as you walked in to get the laundry basket. Your eyes now glued to the blurry form of his cock. It was ingrained into your mind and you couldn't for the life of you get it out of your head.

Which led you to going to the internet, scrolling through many faux cocks until you found the one that matched the best. And night after night, you found yourself on your bed. Legs spread, his name on your lips as your fucked yourself with it.

If only you two new how disgusting you both were. But hey, maybe you both like it this way.

[radioroxx]

more ghost hunting au :) ‼️

imagine in ur mind for one of their videos (maybe by subscribers suggestion, or vanessas idea) they check spooky spooky megaplex. this would be some time after the place shuts down- ignore the fact that. it doesnt look all that abandoned in the photos <3

side note mimic and glitchtrap and etc dont exist in my au ok? ok love you

the glamrocks themselves are ghosts!! ghosties possessing the old animatronics, run down and no longer functional (the actual identities of the ghosts arent important nor relevant to the au sooo… take all that how you will).

howeverrr, so long possessing the old band, the spirits actually tricked themselves into believing they ARE the glamrocks. not just the robots- the characters themselves.

yeah anyway. this idea ran around in my brain for so many days. my sillies my awesomes. designs r hard

bonus monty bc he had my favourite shapes v

[ritzcuit]

PART 2 of "looking at all the times datz says something gay or familial that drives me crazy." i guess?! should look at part 1 if you havent yet

soj spoilers ahead obvs. part 1 here in case u missed it

i skipped A LOT between the last post and now, bc datz doesn't show up for. a while. Well like he does a little bit but it's not gay or anything. it doesn't matter. what matters is that we're back in khura'in now, we're apollo now, and athena is here

and um, dhurke is arrested for murder. lol. but talking to athena in one of those "what to do" segments gets this.......

which up until this point i haven't actually seen yet. the noise i made. DATZ HAVING A HEART ATTACK? IM GONNA HAVE A HEART ATTACK!!! WWAAAHHH!! :(!!!!! THINK ABOUT IT!! THINK ABOUT DATZ SCARED OUT OF HIS MIND FOR DHURKE'S SAFETY. THINK ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!! i don't exactly know what "wanted datz to go to him" means exactly. go to dhurke? well it doesnt matter i guess. cus the way they know damn well datz would freak out and try to bust dhurke out of jail...Sniffle... Sob........ i love datz so much.... loyalest man alive fr dont play with me

and then a Lot more bullshit happens, but good news;

theyre at the defiant dragons hideout again ^_^ with the photos ^_^ if you investigate them, you get this! here comes datz jumping at the chance to talk abt his (friend's) family again. the day WEEEEEEEEEE all went out fishing. shut up. WE!!! i always knew datz was there, in my heart, taking the photo... earlier, dhurke says "the three of us [dhurke, aj, yuty] living in the mountains", but clearly datz came by often enough. WE! WE WENT FISHING! WEEE!!! its just so easy to imagine... datz insisting they take a photo .. i cant take it... how many times was datz there. fishing w them. helping cook dinner and dealing w two rambunctious boys...crying

he also takes the chance to be hurt over yuty again.. datz has a lot to say about nahyuta.

investigating the sign [sic] gives datz a chance to geek about how cool dhurke is. "his fame as a lawyer spread far and wide!" i'm sure that's how they intended for datz knows about dhurke's lawyer days, but again, i like to believe datz was his weirdgirl. he probably was the advertising campaign if we're honest 😭

now we're talking to datz directly again ^_^ asking him about the sahdmadhi law offices. "and i quote" is so annoying. i know he's doing a deep voiced impression of dhurke right there. Stop memorizing shit he says. Gay

then! he says dhurke mentioned he wants apollo to take over the offices one day...which cute and whatever, but this isnt abt dhurke's dadliness, this is about datz being such a FUCKING GEEK! he's talking to dhurke directly, right, so why are you gassing him up 😭😭 TO HIMSELF! HE'S DHURKE! "must've been because of you, dhurke!" he's too much of a good friend. he's convinced everyone thinks dhurke is as cool as He thinks dhurke is. it's insane. the fanboy behavior will never end

it's nice to see dhurke and datz interact too. we really don't see much of that in this game. dhurke always seems kind of understated with datz as compared to when he's being Boisterous Dad or Rebel Leader in public... how many quiet moments did they share together... just sharing news and shooting the shit...dhurke doesn't have to put on big leader charisma 'cause datz uplifts him no matter what. Gay

Why Do You Know That, Datz

well, it's obvious why he knows that. BC HE WAS THEEEERREEEEEE of course, as a friend of someone, you wouldn't be totally blind to how they raise their kids, but we KNOW datz was there running around! paying attention. noticing these things. crazy. knowing another man's parenting style is crazy. "that much i'm sure of" knowing another man's Thoughts is crazy. Gay

also just makes me emo :( datz rly got front row seats to dhurke's parental anguish. i can imagine a hundred convos just like the earlier one, where dhurke regrets it, and datz is trying to cheer him up, same as always ...

datz has a lot to say about nahyuta. (asking him about nahyuta obviously) actually it isnt that much. but it's so funny. him being a hypeman for both sahdmadhis is so cute... and also him seeming frustrated that he doesn't know Why yuty is acting this way...'cause he cares :( he cares for his yuty :( CAUSE HE HELPED RAISE THAT DAMN KID!

ill smack dhurke rn he pisses me off so bad sometimes. datz is out here worrying over YOUR CHILD! and you're leaving him out to dry :( datz really loves that family...thinking about him trying to nudge answers out of dhurke, but respecting his boundaries all the while...GRRRRRR he's too good for you dhurke. you need to treasure what you have

asking datz about apollo's biological father leads to another Datz Exposition Dump in which i lose my mind bc he remembers too much about this fucking family. it's almost like he cares for them or something. "dhurke's the kinda guy who can become%$^%&#$%^" THIS ISNT ABOUT DHURKE QUIT GUZZLING HIM FOR 5 SECONDS! STOP!

this part is key to me cause, again, WEEEEEEE. *WE!* it proves that datz had been friends with dhurke before anything happened... a lot of his Datz Yapping could have just been recited stories, stuff he knew secondhand, but being close enough with dhurke to help him look for an orphaned baby's mother While fending off accusations of terrorism..... it's key. real ones get it. it isnt just "oh datz is a family friend" it's "datz was there at the beginning of everything". before the dragons started at all! Gay

presenting dhurke's law book gets this. not explicitly dhurke guzzling rly but idgaf. I also refuse it being metaphorical. give datz a gay chest tattoo. COWARD! just imagine it. how intimate it would be... who was doing the tattoos for the dragons at that time anyway? a stick n poke by dhurke would be cool and badass, but then asking dhurke to do a whole chest piece on his best friend... dhurke's like, "are you sure? that's ... pretty intense," but datz's burning passion for the revolution is intense, isn't it? fellas is it gay to impart your personal symbol of revolution onto your best friend's chest by candlelight? because i'm making it by candlelight now? Hello

presenting amara's assassination file. "i got the whole thing memorized" i should smack him genuinely. ive had enough of this man for real. CUS WHY ARE YOU MEMORIZING THAT? his loyalty knows no bounds. also datz sad about yuty again.. omfg i know he is SO SAD about that boy

he is genuinely the sahdmadhi's number one fan. him being dhurke's boyfriend would be less gay than what he has going on now. like despite everything there's still Something to be proud of yuty for...even if it's being a turncoat enldkfngd ... datz cant help it...that's his lil baby 😭

there isn't a lot left in the way of like, anything, but there is this

datz coming in at the last second with Dhurke Can Do No Wrong again. not very gay but i do like them existing together :)

he's just so. ugh. i wonder what happened here so bad. how did dhurke and datz meet up at all? but dhurke asked datz to break him out and datz was like OKAY YAY ^_^ bc he probably was itchy about dhurke being in custody at all. sorry aj! objectively it looks bad but datz is, i think, incapable of seeing dhurke in a critical eye, so he just assumes dhurke's Got A Plan and he's totally coming back 'cause why wouldn't he :) he doesn't even think dhurke got caught again or anything. hes like. well surely dhurke did escape, because he's dhurke and he's the coolest most capable amazing perfect man in existence. Obviously

(those who know..)

:(

honestly, a little underwhelming all things considered, he bounces back immediately right after this because he is A Freak. well, no, it's bc he knows damn well it's what dhurke would have wanted, dragon yielding and whatnot. but seeing his sad little face devastates me. he tries to put on a determined face at first, only to revert back to this sad pensive sprite... datz... honey....

how freaky is it that datz was running around with the ghost of his bestie without even realizing it? well, that dhurke's been dead for so long... even "you're a sight for sore eyes" is with ghost dhurke, right?!

oh he got over it

"like how dhurke always wanted" WHAT ABOUT YOU. DATZ. YOU. AS A PERSON. YOU ALSO WANTED THIS. YOU COULDNT SAY "WE"? well it's in memory of dhurke, right? to honor his death? that makes sense. surely this is the last time he attributes something to dhurke specifically

STOP

and that, actually, is it. well roughly? considering i found a new section of dialogue that i totally missed up until this point, i wouldn't be surprised if something slipped my mind. I also have no idea if this was worth anyone's time, but i had fun with it anyway :3

if u read this far then cheers!! if u have any thoughts abt these specific morsels then tell me about them..!! again, like, i know it is Literally datz's purpose as a character to be the sahdmadhi lore dump in lieu of dhurke and yuty, but that just means they created an uncle who loves that family with all his heart. if we ever EVER!!!!! got any canon acknowledgement of khura'in again, which i doubt we will, i'd pray and beg for another crumb of datz content. please...

[pines4thetwin]

When you mentioned fused stancest I literally could not stop thinking about how they would act if they couldn’t infuse for a while everyone’s reaction to how they function as one person. I would love to hear more of you take on it.

I have so many!! This ended up longer then i expected (Sorry if this isnt what you meant)

So I actually wanted to write something like this concept but the angst is like a parasite and it takes over everything

I think if they got stuck as a Fordley (thats what im calling the fusion) the reactions would go like this:

Mabel is squealing and thinks its so cool and definitely asks to ride on their shoulders. Shes having the time of her life (and even asks if she can try the fusion machine too.) Two grunkles for the price of one and all that but now they are one cooler taller Grunkle.

Dipper hates it. He constantly gets jumpscared. He'll go down to get water and Fordley is creeping around in the middle of the night to get snacks before slinking back down to the lab and dippers like cluching his chest and shaking and sweaty and he really just wants them unfuse already.

Stan would be upset cause why would ford even build something like this. And then he fucked up and now theyre stuck this way. But also he's secretly pleased with the fact that the intensity of his feelings for stan drove Ford to literally create a way for them to be one.

Ford is only too pleased because this is what he wanted. Now he's only thinking that they get to do all the things they love together just like they always said they would do as kids. They'll watch stans shows and do science stuff and he's pleasently surprised with how their minds blend together so well. Even if stan pretends he doesnt enjoy the explorations they go on Ford can feel that he does.

They still work on a way to fix the machine so they can get unfused but only cause stans still a bit pissed at not having a choice in the matter but Ford fully intends to convince him that being one is how they are supposed to be.

Wendy would be like wtf then rapidly compartmentalize and just nod and be like "this is my life now."

Soos looses his mind and fanboys so hard and writes all types of fusion fics and has tea with them to ask how it feels to make his fics as canon as possible. He will also au the hell outta Fordley.

They definitely become an urban legend cause some townie or tourists saw them slinking around in the woods "Seven foot tall, four eyed creature spotted in the woods of gravity falls. Hairless cousin of bigfoot??" And all of the photos are super blurry and you got some people saying it has four arms and debating if it eats humans or only family sized bags of toffee peanuts?

As for specifically with the angsty one i wrote

Ford refuses to let them find a way to fix it cause he doesnt see them being stuck as a problem

Stan is (rightfully) upset and refuses to engage with Ford. Ford eventally coaxes stan to hear him out and they slowly work through their issues cause really what else can they do when their literally stuck together. And then maybe stan realizes that being them isnt so bad and he begrudgingly respects fords audacity (and insanity) to make what he wanted a reality.

And when they do (mostly stan) finally accept the situation, they allow themself to truly start to think of themself as one and i think even the deformites of their unstable fusion would start to shift into a more stable form.

Mabel is lowkey scared of them because of what happened in the lab but she slowly warms up to Fordley. But its only after her grunkles stop fighting. (dont ask how you can fight when you share one body because they do it and they do it easily and she can tell)

Dipper is confused cause no one actually sat him down to fully explain what happened and he's working on context clues only. He's too scared to ask Fordley and anytime he asks mabel she just goes wide eyed and pale. And then one day everything is cool. Like Fordley is still there but he's happier and engaging with the nibs and mabel isnt scared of them anymore and dippers even more confused because nobody has clued him in????

Maybe i should just turn these into fics atp?

[cupoftaae]

Still Perfect (JK Drabble)

Summary- Your mind is playing evil tricks on you again, and the only one who can bring you back down to earth is your husband, the one you are ashamed to admit everything to.

Warnings- swearing, minor angst, they are in luv its cute, mentions of depression (reader), mentions of medications. 18+

Enjoy <3

"Baby...I'm gonna take Gia outside to test the new swing I put up, do you wanna come?" Jungkook whispered, his hand on your back as you laid in the dark bedroom at 2 in the afternoon.

You sighed, looking up at your husbands face, "I want to but I just...Im so tired"

He nodded sadly, "okay...thats okay you dont have to, I'll take pictures?"

"yes please" you smile weakly

"mama!! mama! lets go outside!" Your 3 year old, Gia, runs into the room and stands beside your bed.

Jungkook was quick to pick her up into his arms, squeezing her, "mama isnt feeling too good right now, shes gotta rest." he whispered

"again?" your daughter pouted, her big eyes looking down at you- and with single glance, your heart was broken into 5 million pieces.

Jungkook frowned, "hey, sometimes adults get tired, its okay, we will go have fun in the backyard and you can see mama later? wave bye bye" he held her small hand up and waved for her as he began to leave the room, mouthing a soft "love you" in your direction before the door shut.

with that, the tears began to flow.

Your depression struggles have always found a way into your family, when you were dating jungkook you spent so much time explaining that sometimes you just cant function, and he was the first boyfriend you had that understood and didnt make you feel like a piece of shit for struggling with something out of your control.

It was nice, but then the fears that he would leave set in.

He always tries his best to make sure you feel loved and appreciated, when he proposed, he took you to Italy for 3 weeks just to be alone with you.

And your wedding was no different either.

He made sure you felt beautiful the way you were, showing you off at any chance he could, and even stepping away from the after party with you for a bit when things got overwhelming.

Many emotions were experienced when you became pregnant after 3 months of marriage. The guilt in believing you werent a good mother, the guilt for not having enough energy to eat most days even though you knew it wasnt just about/for yourself.

The self neglect was the worst part, and if jungkook had not been there to help you through all of the ugly, you dont know what you would have done.

You love him so much and the thought that maybe he doesnt feel that from you is terrifying, the thought that your daughter is only 3 and is already catching onto her mothers odd behavior is alarming.

Gia sees her friends moms play with them, she goes over to her cousins house and plays with their mom, why doesnt her own mom have that energy?

The tears seeped into the silk pillows as you squeezed your eyes shut.

This was how it often was for you: no emotion at all, or sadness. thats it, since you were 13.

No amount of doctor visits or therapy could fix you, and now you were letting it ruin your family.

-

A bit after Jungkook brought Gia inside, she fell asleep on the couch in the living room.

He smiled and took a photo of her small bundled up body laying on the cushion before making his way upstairs to show you.

"honey, you awake?" he mumbled, sliding open the door and walking in.

You were facing the opposite wall, feeling absolutely numb.

"baby" he smiled, kissing your forehead, "you okay? you wanna see the videos of gia?"

You tried to open your mouth to talk but nothing came out, instead your eyes teared up again and you turned your face further into the pillow to hide.

He frowned, putting his phone away as he climbed under the covers with you, his larger body spooning against yours. "sweetheart, whats going on?" his hand brought you closer

"I dont know" you whispered quietly

"just not doing good again?" he questioned, hand rubbing your side softly to soothe you.

You nod, unable to talk.

"im here for you, did you take your medication?"

"no.."

"okay well lets do that now so we dont forget, okay?" he sat up and pulled open your nightstand drawer, taking the pill you take daily and handing it to you alongside a water bottle.

You gently sat up and leaned against the headboard, taking the pill.

"where is she?" you asked quietly, teary eyes catching to kooks in the dimly lit bedroom.

"she passed out on the couch downstairs, bam is laying with her" he smiled, finding a cozy spot beside you again.

"am I a bad mom?" you question, watching his face contort

"what? why would you ask me that? of course you arent"

"jungkook I havent been able to leave the room for 2 days, this isnt normal....she misses me, she needs her mommy and im failing her" your voice cracked slightly as jungkook immediately brought you into his arms, caging you against him.

"dont talk like that, you are such an amazing woman, y/n. I would have never married you otherwise. You are so fucking strong and you cant let yourself fall into this dark space, you are struggling, yes, but we take it step by step, just like we've always done." he rubs your back as he speaks, "and Gia doesnt feel left out, she would not stop talking about you the entire time we were outside. Dont tell her I told you but she picked a bunch of 'flowers' for you" he giggled, "I didnt have the heart to tell her they were just weeds"

You allow yourself to laugh softly, leaning into your husbands embrace.

"you are doing so well....so incredibly well baby. I know life isnt always fair but we cant blame ourselves, we have to pick up what we have learned and move on as stronger people."

You nod, looking at him as he wipes the tear on your cheek.

"my beautiful girl, I love you so much, you know that?"

You smile sadly, "I love you too"

"can I take you downstairs and we can cuddle on the couch? I'll cook for you, you havent eaten in hours"

"okay" you sniff, allowing jungkook to help you up and keep a blanket wrapped around your body.

-

"mommy!"

Gia's toothless smile greeted you as you came downstairs, Bam laying on her protectively.

"Hi baby" you waved and walked over, sitting onto the couch and letting her crawl into your lap. "I missed you sweetheart, oh- your overalls are backwards" you giggled softly

Jungkook blushed as he sat on the other side of you, sharing a funny glance with his daughter.

"daddy dress me" she whispered

"I can tell" you smile, squeezing her tightly and rocking back and forth gently.

"my pretty girls" jungkook whispered, more so to himself than directed at you both.

"and bammy" gia added on, hiding her face against your chest.

"and bammy" you insisted, rubbing her back

Jungkook leaned over to wrap you two into his arms, kissing both of your heads.

"did you have fun outside" you asked

Gia giggled, "yeah...but daddy pushed the swing too much, I fell" she babbled

"what?" You look at your husband

"shes okay, shes breathing, shes here" he began, smothering his hands over his little girls face as she laughed loudly.

"mama feeling okay?" she asked once you all calmed down,

"mama is doing okay, my dear. Dont worry about me, I love you so much" you squished her face softly and kissed her nose

"love you more!!" she added, clapping her hands

"Love you most!!" You couldnt help but smile as jungkook leaned his head against the back of the couch, eyes drawn on his wife and daughter only.

"i'll make some lunch" he spoke, standing

"yay!! I help?" Gia hopefully asked

"no no, you girls sit there and look cute" he winked at you before walking off to the kitchen, bam following him in hopes of getting a treat.

You loved your little family, and you wouldnt trade them for anything the world had more to offer.

They were the ones who got your through the toughest part of life, and you were grateful that in this moment you didnt have to fake a smile.

[baeshijima]

Your recent post inspired an idea with Anaxa. Modern au! We all know of the s/o who has an entire folder dedicated to reader's pictures (while they sleep, eat, smile, surrounded by flowers even a blurry picture of them making a goofy face)

But what about an Anaxagoras with a reader who takes the pictures? Imagine Anaxa having reader's phone to look for something and finds a folder filled with just pictures of him (with a name like `anaxaguwu my little gremlin pie🥰` ). While he is reading, another while giving lectures or one with him sleeping in a dromas' onesie—tightly hugging a dromas plushie.

And many more. Anaxa doesn't know how to feel, should he be mortified? Flattered? Confused? Flustered?(The answer to this one is yes, if the red blush coming up from his neck is anything to go by). He just puts the phone down and head to you, prepping a scolding that will surely last an hour (he remembers how you say you never mind his scolding as you get to hear his voice. He even found you sleeping during of the lectures.)

What Anaxa doesn't know, were the pictures of you on his phone. Ones you took and carefully placed them in a folder namer `pookie smunchkin bear 💖💖`. Some were during one of your many dates, other were with you wearjng the matching dromas onesie he brought you for your birthday, and another of you exaggerating how he looks while reading a book.

Im down bad... I need him rn 6 pulls and a dream please bring that snatched waist to my account Anaxagoras 😔🙏🏻🙏🏻

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE AAAAAA !!!!

just imagine all the photos u have.... all ur storage is spent on housing ur naxa photos hehe !! but also imagine he sees the photos where he has a genuine heartfelt smile (which he finds a lot of, and he finds himself wondering when he started smiling so much) and just has to pause and think about how u kept a whole folder just for him in ur phone... before brooding in this embarrassment and deciding u need a well-deserved lecture on taking photos and keeping them in a folder w/o ppls consent !!

(really though, he ends up just rambling about how "what if someone else snooped through your phone and saw them? also, delete these ones. they're unflattering." "why would anyone other you be snooping through my phone in the first place? and no. you look very handsome all blurred and excited, heh." "...")

AND STOP OUGH !! imagine he was clearing out his camera roll one day and found a folder he doesnt recognise, only to see all the photos of u + u and him in it... he would never admit how long he spent going through all the photos, reminiscing the moments captured in each one with perfect memory and fond chuckles.

(as expected, it resulted in yet another long-winded lecture. "is this what you've been doing on my phone this whole time? eating up my storage with photos?" "oh! you found it? aren't i cute?" "yes, you're the cutest. i knew that long before we started dating. that's besides the point— what if i accidentally deleted them? what if i never realised these were here before it was too late?" "then we could just take more? but also... you know you can just recover them from the recently deleted folder, right?" "...that is irrelevant.")

[thewhisperingtwenties]

a very brief overview of chimpanzee facial expressions ^__^

(cut for Long and because i know some people find chimpanzee “fear smile” scary, so i dont want to jumpscare people lmao. fair warning, i move on quickly but there is a very scared chimpanzee under the cut. keep in mind that this expression is off-putting for a reason; the animal is communicating distress.)

(i am NOT an expert, and i have only been researching this topic for a limited time. this is just my understanding from what i have read from people who actually know what theyre talking about, lol. take this all with a grain of salt)

its a common misconception that chimpanzees only “smile” when they are angry, and while this is partially true, i would like to explain a bit what this expression means, and how its different from a chimps “happy smile”. i will also be touching on how you can tell the differences in an actual context.

lets start with a very obvious example. below is a well known stock photo of a chimpanzee “smiling”, or expressing whats actually referred to as a ‘fear grimace’:

clearly, this chimpanzee is extremely frightened and upset. i believe this chimp is juvenile as well, so the emotion is especially intense, in such a way that i think itd be fairly obvious to most people that this chimp is not happy. (he is likely being exposed to intentionally disturbing stimuli behind the camera in order to capture this expression)

basically, this face is more of a warning than anything; like a cat growling or puffing up its fur to communicate that it is frightened or dislikes what you are doing. this face is used by chimps to communicate discontent to each other, and doesnt necessarily lead to any kind of aggressive action; basically, this chimp is saying “stop! i dont like that!” or, in another situation, it might be used by chimps to communicate that they are on edge and somewhat wary of a situation, all in all it is not an inherent sign of aggression.

this image in particular is kind of hard for me to look at, so ill move on. for reference, below is a photo of what an adult chimpanzee looks like in a similar situation

i think that this is slightly more difficult to understand the emotion on a first glance, mostly because this looks a lot like a human smile. our brains automatically process this expression as joy. clearly it is not, though, so how can we, as humans, easily tell this apart from a chimp that is happy?

well, the easiest, most affirmative sign to look out for is actually the presence of the top row of teeth. below is a chimp making a friendly smile; hes ready to play!

notice how his top teeth are completely hidden by his upper lip! this is essential in the way chimps communicate to each other that they are friendly and not looking for a fight, and it is the expression you will see most often when observing chimpanzee interactions. people who work with chimps are often trained to make this expression instead of our normal full-teeth smiles, as to not frighten them.

here are some more examples! two young children playing together, a happy adult, and two female friends interacting cordially. do you see how their top teeth are almost completely hidden? this is key to understanding that they are comfortable!

chimps are extremely social, so it is incredibly important that we understand their social conventions and language when interacting with them. our many, many similarities cant blind us to the differences in how we present and express ourselves, and we must respect their space and unique societies, not treating them as if they were human (putting clothes on them, socializing them only with humans, etc.), because they are not, and treating them as though they are can be extremely harmful to both parties.

okay, so weve talked about a fear grimace and a cordial smile, but what do they look like when theyre actually happy? i think this is an expression that most people would be familiar with:

you can almost hear the noise they are making from these images… the soft breathing and cooing they make when pleased, interested, or comfortable. its very recognizable, and is a wonderful noise to hear.

anyway, below i have attached some short chimp videos that i enjoy. i ask that you watch at least one! theyre an interesting look into how they behave