#other thing all together is either he wanted too

[syluriar]

drying hair - sylus x mc reader

sypnosis: literally just sylus drying your hair because he's whipped for you.

a/n: just had this cute thought of sylus drying your hair because for me personally i'm not a fan of it, and that's just one of the reasons why sylus would do it for you, other than that he loves the hell out of you. also not proud how i eneded this, writing has been a bitch latley because my brain won't work with me :( also no grammer check because i'm TIRED.

contains: mc!reader. sylus teasing you but you tease him back. call back to grassland romance. you thinking on your feelings for sylus. just bascially fluff.

word count: 1366

“Can I dry your hair, sweetie?”

It was a simple question, but it made you freeze and look at Sylus, who was towering above you from your seasted position at your desk, hair dryer in hand and ready to go. 

Curiosity filled you at his offer, and other times you would have followed it, bothering Sylus until he either revealed why or you would do your own investigation. 

But your arms were already aching from the towel drying, and you really did want to relax today after a grueling day fighting Wanders and filling reports. You had planned the rest of the day for ultimate relaxation and the only thing that would make it worse was drying your hair, a process you had to admit was not enjoyable for you.

So if you can get out of it, why not? 

“Ok,” You give him a nod. “Sure.”

And Sylus looked…absolutely delighted. His eyes shined and his smile was pure and you pondered why he’s reacting that way to do something for you, then again could you really be surprised? He’s made it known that he is at your beck and call, anything you want he’ll get you. You’re positive that if you asked him that you wanted a specific food item that can only be obtained within it’s country, Sylus would get it for you the next day. 

Those gestures still made you nervous as you weren’t used to such things, but at least now you graciously accept them instead of telling him off and refusing his gifts. Now it was cheeks burning and heart pounding, and your still quite puzzled on how your feelings for him have changed.

You forget about the hair dryer until it’s turned on in his hands, the buzzing pulls you our of your thoughts and focuses on the man now behind you. His free hand threads through your damp hair, fingernails just grazing your skull and you hold back a shiver of delight at the touch. 

“Hold still now, kitten.” 

The warm air hits you like a gentle breeze as Sylus starts the task, his fingers gentle as they part your hair to reach every part, the dryer not staying in one place too long to avoid a burning sensation on your skull. 

With your hands empty, your fingers fidget together, unsure of what to do. You have the twitch you squirm which you fight against, so you keep your eyes down, focusing on the flower pattern on your silk nightgown, another gift from Sylus.

You hear a chuckle lined with amusement that spreads embarrassment through your body. “Head up, sweetie.”

You can imagine the look on his face, that teasing smirk with creased corners at his eyes that holds mirth. You swallow and push back your fluster as you raise your head, your eyes promptly looking back into the mirror and ranking over the state of your hair, only to catch his own staring back at you.

They’re enchanting, like ruby gems that only shine for you. Flowers dead in a field that will only bloom in your presence, something poisonous that is only sweet on your tongue. The way he looks at you was as if you were the only thing that existed in the universe, the way they radiate and all the emotions they hold just for you is…exhilarating. 

A silent gasp leaves your lips when you notice how long you’ve been staring at Sylus through the mirror, and how he’s been staring back. His hand slides from your hair to your bare shoulder, his touch sending a shock of electricity through your body. 

“You’ve been staring for a while, kitten. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

You push the comment, trying not to let him get under your skin. “Just making sure you know what your doing. Messing with my hair isn’t something you should do.”

“Oh?” He’s teasing again, that damn smirk back on his lips. His eyes leave yours as he threads his fingers through your hair again. “I assure you, sweetie, that I would never mess with your hair, or don’t you remember what I said back in the Grasslands?”

“I like your hair.”

Of course you remember that, you remember everything that happened when the two of you were transported to another place, either back in time or another universe, your still not quite sure, but you were thankful for it nonetheless. It was a turning point for your relationship with Sylus, where you allowed the two of you to go closer and accepted that your feelings towards him were growing. 

“...I remember.” Your cheeks burning as you admit it - remember it. His fingers grazed through your hair like he’s doing now. “I also remember you saying that you would work on your braiding skills.”

He hums, which isn’t as off-key as his singing, thankfully. “But to do that I would need a lot of time practicing on your hair to honor my skills.” He looks back at you through the mirror, catching your still eyes. “Would you give me your permission, kitten?”

You imagine it, days of Sylus’ fingers combing through your hair as he braids the threads, tutorials playing as he watches intensely, pins and all sorts on your desk to hold his work in place. You imagine yourself, helping him through it all, teasing him when he’s stuck and cheering him up if something goes wrong.

It feels nice, domestic even. 

You can’t help but smile at it, your stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of doing such things with Sylus. 

“I would.”

He gives a huff of amusement, but the smile on his lips is pure and real. Perhaps he’s been thinking of such things with you, and it makes you feel giddy. 

He goes back to drying your hair and you close your eyes, finally relaxing. You allow yourself to sink into his touch as his fingers comb through your hair, enjoying how gentle and peaceful it makes you feel. 

“All done.” Sylus clicks off the dryer and you open your eyes to look at yourself in the mirror, ranking over the state of your now dried hair

You hum. “Not bad for your first time.”

“I’ll take that,” He chuckles. “Though like I said before, I would need to practice more on you to get it right.”

“You have permission for that as well.”

“Good.” 

His fingers are back in your hair and your amazed how at ease it makes you feel, giving him permission to touch your hair more might be better for yourself rather than him. 

Though you wonder…

You turn and look at him, redness on your cheeks as you retort. “As long as I can do the same to your hair.”

He looks surprised by your words and it makes you feel smug as you don’t get that reaction often. But he finally smiles and cups your cheeks, bringing your face so close to his that his nose brushes against yours. “You can do that and more to me, sweetie. I’ll never say no to you.”

Now your sure your a blushing mess, if not by your burning cheeks, then certainly by your pulsing heart that your positive Sylus hears. 

God, how does this man make you feel this way so easily? 

To hide it all you tease him back. “That’s a pretty big statement to say Sylus. Never say no to me? I wonder how far I can go with that.”

“I look forward to finding out, kitten.” He replies before leaning back, but not before booping your nose. “Now it’s time for bed. I remember a certain someone saying they were going to sleep early to improve their health.”

You don’t even get up from the chair as Sylus has you in his arms in seconds, a squeal of surprise leaving your lips as he carries you to the bed, laying you down gently and settling down beside you.. 

“Rest now.” His arms wrap around your waist, holding you to his chest as you cuddle under the silk sheets. “We have fun days ahead of us, so make sure not to be tired once they come.”

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

We meet again | In-ho x Fem!Reader | PT4

Summary: It was only one night for fun, you never thought you would see him again. Even less in a place like this one.

P1 P2 P3

Warnings: S2 Spoilers - Canon violence - Pregnant!Reader - Non canon background for In-ho - Use of (Y/N) - Heavy Angst - Protective!In-ho - Panic!Reader - grammar mistakes -

"You must be joking" Were your first words after listening to Gi-hun's plan. "Do you even know how many guards are out there? Or how prepared they are?"

After another round of voting things had ended in a tie. Not much time after it a fight had occurred inside the men bathroom. Gi-hun had said how most likely the ones who voted circles would attack the X group during lights out.

And while it scared you to no end, specially for your dear baby, his plan was still something your mind could not get. If they had all the power to make so many peopel vanish and also kill them off like it was nothing...what chance did they had against them?

In-ho who knew very well how much that plan would fail (even if he was not inside the games) was only worried over you.

Since the talk during the last game he had got protective. He was by your side, making you be behind him and having a protective grio on your arm or hand.

The rest did notice but no one commented a thing, besides it would only make the athmosphere uncomfortable.

Jun-hee was the only one who had asked you during one go to the restroom. She was not judging, her own baby's father was here after all. She was just curious on what was the story of you two. Why you two seemed to be so apart at the start and now were close.

"Its almost a story you would read on a book" Jun-hee said as you cleaned your hands and laughted.

"Barely, it all started as a one night thing. Then I was so stupid that I forgot the pill. We did not see each other for months and now...we are here"

"But he cares. He cares so much. Really I can see it on how he looks at you!! Even before the migle game"

"Yeah...I do care for him too. I want us to get out and try to live together or be a real couple..."

"Well, we may be able to leave but the plan of Seong..."

"Its crazy. We wont make it. I- I cant even help them"

"I cant either, only thing I can do its hide once the lights go off" Jun-hee tried to make you feel better. "Its better like that, we need to think not only for ourselfs but our babys"

"You are right, but Jun-ho wants to help..."

"You are worried for him" She indicated "Thats cute"

"And a pain, I wish he would have said no to that plan"

"Maybe he is thinking in you and the baby. Maybe he wants to leave really badly and sees no other way out"

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Once you two returned the place seemed to be under lots of pressure. There was a tension, how some circles would look at Xs and back. It was unnerving and maybe even worse than the games themselfs.

"Can we talk?" In-ho came towards you "Alone" He added seeing Jun-hee besides you who nodded and went with the rest of the group.

In-ho moved so you two were away from everybody.

"Its this about Gi-hun's plan?" You asked and he nodded.

"Yes, it is. You should hide when the lights go off and not participate when we go for the guns" In-ho said in a serious tone. Even if the guards would never (if they liked their lives) put a hand on you unless he said so, the rest of the players were out of his control.

"I know, I cant do much anyways" You responded touching your belly "Why did you end saying yes ? We could win tomorrow ...."

In-ho took a deep breath. The reason were multiple ones. On one part this would be a good chance to get himself and you out from the games. If he did things right. And on other part he did not want to risk on tomorrow voting. Even if during the night Xs fought and lived nothing did for centrain said they would not vote circle next day.

"I believe in him" He lied "I understand its a dangerous move on our part, but I dont trust the others, not for tonight and not for tomorrow's voting"

You wanted to tell him to back off from it. You did not want to lose him in case the plan went wrong. But his next words shattered you.

"And I want you two out of here. Another game would cause you much stress, its not good for you our the baby...the little one has been strong so far but there is nothing like being safe and out of here"

When he said "little one" there was a small soft smile on his face, you could see how his hands wanted to reach and caress your belly once more but he held himself back.

"Hide well, I mean it. I dont trust any of them"

"I will, please dont worry about me"

Impossible. You and that baby are the most precious things to me right now.

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In-ho insisted on staying besides you when the lights went off. Just in case.

He had one hand wrapped around your waist and had pushed your head into his chest. He told you to close your eyes and ignore all of it, that if someone even dared to come near the bed where you two were hide then he would kill them. Of course he did not use these exact words in order not to scare you.

The screams of pain were terrible to hear, In-ho tried to shh you and tell you that it would soon end while also keeping a watchful eye.

Finally it was time, he kissed your cheeck on impulse and told you to not intervene. He went out just as the guards started to get inside the room.

You saw one coming towards him, but before it could even check the infamous chip inside his neck (as Gi-hun had explained earlier) he took them with force and in a clean move ended their life while also taking their gun.

The next was a small exchange of bullets and screams, the guards were finally leaving but one was left behind. Even if you saw them as nothing as monsters...their seemed scared.

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"Stay here, no matter what you hear. Stay here with Jun-hee. It will be safe" He assured you, like he knew more than what he was letting out.

"But what if you- what if something happens to you?" You asked him with tears already falling, not knowing that he would be safe.

It broke his heart to see you like that. So worried over him when there was nothing to be worried about. But he could not tell you, not here.

"Shh, I will be fine. I promise you" After a small pause he added "I promise both of you" His hand resting on your belly.

"In-ho, its time" Gi-hun said softly when he saw the exchange, part of him felt bad for interrumping the sweet moment. And was feeling guilty already, he knew he could not let In-ho die.

"Yes, on it"

"I love you, both of you" In-ho softly said finally leaving.

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The gunshots would be hear from the room, you flinched everytime, worried that one of these was mean for In-ho.

"Breath (Y/N)" Jun-hee reminded you when she saw you starting to panic. "They will be alright"

"Jun-hee...dont tell me things you can guarnate" You whispered hugging her and she just held you there. It was true, she could not be sure if they would make it.

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In his mind this part was supposed to be easy, trick Gi-hun into thinking that he and the rest had died. But it would mean making you believe that he was dead as well.

He pressed his lips on a thin line, worried over you and the baby. His little one. The only good thing was that he would be able to pull you out from the games but-

But you would have to believe that he was indeed dead.

"Take player 344 from the room, bring her to my room and call the Doctor too. Do not harm her" He ordered to one of his most trusted square guards.

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Once more the guards entered, pulling everybody to their knees and demanding them to be under control.

You started to tremble not because of the imposed figure of a saqueare guard over you, saying something about you having to go back with them. Your mind was working on In-ho..was he? Was he really?

Jun-hee despite the protest of player 333 went towards you and the guard to try and keep you there saying how you had nothing to do with the attack. But the guard only pointed their gun to her, that broke your somehow dazed state.

"I will go, just let her be"

"No (Y/N)!" Jun-hee tried to go towards you but was held back by Player 333.

"Dont worry Jun-hee" You said giving her a sad smile.

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You had no idea where you were being taken. The guard did not say a word but also kept a slow peace like he was taking care over you.

You two made it a elevator, all black inside. The guard urged you inside and pushed some buttons till it started to move.

The doors opened revealing a dark corridor the guard guided you towards a big black door, he opened it revealing a big screen now turned off and a black couch. But there was another guard, however this was only had his face covered by the black fabric only his eyes were seen.

You took note of a few medical tools and you started to get nervous.

"Stay calm, I was told to check on your health and your baby, please sit here. We can move you to the bed to examine your baby"

Now you were confused, why check your health? What about Jun-hee?

"But there is another woman who-"

"I was only told to check on you. Please" He said tone incredible soft.

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After the examination the Guard (who told you he was a doctor) said that the baby was healthy, but that you needed rest and more food.

Both guards went to leave, but you stopped them.

"W-wait, im not going back?" You asked confused.

"Player 344, you have been eliminated from the games" Was the only response you got and were left alone in the dark room.

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"Sir, player 344 has been examinated and left in your room" The guard said to their Boss who just nodded back.

"I will be there soon"

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Hours passed, you were scared. You stayied on the bed, too tired to move, this bed was too confortable too, and after listening to the Doctor's words you imagined this was good for your baby.

Even if you still felt bad.

You had been crying for the last hours, not beliving that In-ho could be dead, no in fact part of you refused to believe it.

And Jun-hee your friend...the one who was in the same desesperated situation as you. You could not believe she was still there...

Outside the door stood In-ho in his Front Man clothes, he was scared of your reaction, would he tell you it was him ? What was he supposed to do ?

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The doors opened making a sound, you had fallend asleep after crying. One hand on your belly like you were protecting it even in your sleep.

In-ho felt his heart go down and up, the sight was...beautiful in a strange way. Why could things dont be easier? You could wait for him like this everyday, the three of you could live together and he would be such a good father.

His gloved hand went to touch your face, slowly tracing your cheeck. Your tears broke his heart.

Your eyes started to move, and he pushed himself away. Not wanting to scare you.

Once you finally woke up you saw a dark figured, a black mask, you moved away against the wall.

"W-who are you?" You tone was evident, you were scared and confused.

"Im the Front Man, player 344 you have been eliminated from the games and will be sent back"

"What? Wait, does this mean I-"

In-ho held up his hand dont wanting you to continue, things were already too difficult for him.

"Your situation was analyzed and so decided that you wont continue"

"But- there is another woman! Jun-hee, player 222, she needs to be out as well" You exclaimed getting up and going closer to him.

"Player 222 will continue in the games. Thats final"

"B-but why?"

"Should you not be happy for you and your baby?"

"Im, but im not a hearthless person, if I can get out because of my situation then she can too"

In-ho took a deep breath, he could not believe how even now you were thinking in others.

But he that was part of your charm as well...

"Its a final decision, besides you are soon to give birth. That was what the Doctor said, we cant let that happen in here"

Without thinking his gloved hand went to your belly, one more time, he needed to feel it just one more time-

"Dont touch me" You said in grith theeth taking his hand and pushing it away. In all honestly I hurted him more than any pain he had endured before.

"You are a monster, you- You keep the games going and let others die. You are nothing but a piece of shit"

In-ho knew you were nervous, scared, angry and much more. But your words cut deep, his soul breaking.

"You will be send back home soon. I recommend you dont try to talk about this to others. Nothing good will come from it" These were going to be his last words for you when he turned back.

"W-wait, player 001, In-ho...is he"

"Player 001 has been eliminated" Were his final words, he did not turn when he hear your cry, knowing he would not resist going back and comfort you.

No, instead he went away. Blocking your cries. Outside a guard stood still waiting for orders.

"Check on her, make sure she does not hurt herself and that she eats her food tonight. All of it"

A bittersweet goodbye

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Final note: An epilogue will be out !! 💜

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[preiyers]

♱ HUSBAND!LUIGI MANGIONE HEADCANONS

WARNINGS: a tiny bit of smut!

A/N: highkey self indulgent cus i Need that mad so effing bad

♱ the two of you met through a mutual friend who was telling you about how her guy best friend hasn't been a relationship since he was in college

"THAT guy has been walking around single for years? how is that possible?"

and she just responds with him being occupied with his hobbies and work.

♱ was extremely nervous when asking for your parents permission to propose (if you have siblings, he def asked them too!)

♱ he proposed to you on your 4th valentine's day together while the two of you were at a park, painting portraits of each other

"okay hun, you ready? here's mine," you handed him the painting and he put it by his face with the biggest smile on his face. "alright your turn!"

he takes a breath and then hands you the painting, "okay look," you open your eyes as he places it in your hands and tears instantly well in them as you read it. through your peripheral vision you see him going down on one knee at the side of the table, with the ring box in his hand.

"y–yes, yes i do!" you watch him put the ring on your ring finger.

♱ the both of you decided you would prefer traveling the world instead of spending thousands to feed a hundred people

♱ the two of you had a small wedding with immediate family invited at the park close to your shared apartment and both your parents brought potluck food

♱ would always insist in carrying your bags whenever you went even when it was just a tiny purse

♱ needs to have his hands on you at all times. may it be holding your hand, a hand on the low of your back, an arm around your shoulder and the likes

♱ on your first night in paris, you two had fine dining and he couldn't resist himself the moment you guys got to the hotel. you were so sure he got you pregnant that night

"you're just so beautiful," he said in between thrusts, holding your body closer to his, now you were chest to chest. "i can't believe you're my wife."

♱ hates spending money on unnecessary things (underconsumption king) but would likely buy you something expensive once in a while like a necklace, a charm bracelet with your favorite things, the dress you’ve been eyeing for a while. just know that man buy anything to make his wife happy!

♱ buys you a bouquet of flowers every sunday or every time he ran some errands

♱ when you go on a night out with some friends, he takes you home and helps you get out of your clothes to do your night routine

♱ when it’s that time of the month or during the early stages of your pregnancy, he’s always there to take care of you and buy whatever you were craving that day

♱ plans your dates and even surprises you that he still wanted to celebrate your month anniversaries

“babe, that’s the date we started dating, not even our wedding anniversary date!” you chuckled at him and he still answers back with the usual, “i don’t care, i still want to celebrate how long we’ve been together,”

♱ used to be afraid of letting you know when he experiences his chronic pain as to not seem weak to you when the two of you were still dating but now that you’re married, there’s like a routine for you now when it happens. either getting him into the shower with warm water or massaging his back with cooling oils

♱ his exterior is all big, tough guy who loves being active but behind closed doors, he just loves being a gentle and cuddley guy to his wife

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[oppysbabydoll]

ok, follow me. In Animated Optimus asks how babies are made and looks HELLA shocked after getting an answer. But what if, and hear me out, he's so mystified by how humans can just CREATE NEW LIFE, that he accidentally develops a breeding kink. When he lands an afab partner, even if he's pretty sure they can't make a sparkling together, he's so enamored by the idea that it just comes out one time in the middle of bedroom activities. >3>

anon… ily <3 while i don’t personally have a breeding kink, this is such a fun idea! honestly from a scientific standpoint, pregnancy is such a fascinating subject & i love learning about it <3 to have it be a kink is funny to me but sweet in a way. especially since pregnancy is far from easy. here’s what i have. i sincerely hope you enjoy :) i put a lot of effort into it

optimus prime (tfa) x reader: breeding kink (nsfw)

before we begin: as afab is a term reserved for intersex, i won’t be using it. plus, not everyone that has a vagina is necessarily going to be able to give birth either. infertility and other medical conditions are very much a thing. so for this ask, i’ll be avoiding referring to the reader’s gender. hope that’s okay!

since learning about HOW humans are born from sari, optimus is… fascinated. cybertronians rarely have sparklings—or kids, as humans call it. how transformers are born changes from iteration from iteration, but based on optimus’ question, we can assume fragging does NOT lead to kids

yet despite this, whenever he’s doing you or vise versa, his mind tends to wander. thinking, yearning, hoping. and he gets so so excited at the prospect, of giving birth, that his horns honk. typically, you write it off as him being aroused during sex but when optimus lets the phrase, “impregnate me,” that gave you pause, stopping your thrusts, he lets out a whine, needy. you don’t continue

“w—why did you stop?” optimus’ engines let out a groan. ‘i want more’ is left unsaid. and normally, you’d indulge him. but your mind is too wrapped up in what he said that you have to ask—

“did you just say you want to be pregnant?”

he stops, engines spluttering off. despite all the fluids surrounding his spike, his modesty panels closes shut. he gapes at you, clearly caught off guard. “i—well—er,”he starts. he keeps on making noises, his engine starting but failing to fully be on. “uhm,” he continues. you touch his dorsal amour for a moment. it’s ridiculously warm; you had to pull away before it burns. “uh…” he says intelligently. god.

“optimus,” you start. immediately, he looks at you, still gaping. you need to kiss his mouth shut. “are…” you bit your lips, unable to find a better way to phrase the next sentence out of our mouth, “are you aroused from wanting to be pregnant?”

if optimus was red before, he’s practically lava colored now. he doesn’t respond, too embarrassed to say a word. but his silence is an answer in it of itself. you resists the urge to smirk, instead inching closer. you give a smile, smoothing it to hide your amusement. “i don’t think i can actually impregnate you but…” you lean in. “i can do you till you feel you are.”

he sucks in his breath. shivers in anticipation. “okay,” he says breathlessly. he looks at you eagerly, desperately, for your touch. “okay. works with me.”

you fuck him senseless, filling him with false spikes so it feels like he’s carrying. he looks so aroused when pretending to be impregnated then you can’t help but moan at the display. the two of you are having the time of your lives. you don’t ever impregnate him that way but when you and him ask ratchet and other researchers for scientific procedures to create a baby… let’s just say optimus ends up carrying <3 either way, you’re glad that you discovered a fun kink between you two. optimus may want more though hehe

[le0n-ardo]

In a relationship with ❤ Raphael ❤ - SFW and suggestive headcanons/ficlet

Disclaimer: all my writings contemplate the turtles aged up at about their late 20s, with the reader at the same age range. Your media consumption is your own responsibility ✨ dividers by @/cafekitsune

More Ninja Turtle headcanons in my masterlist!

When he met you and started catching feelings for you, Raphael was lowkey insecure you'd prefer any of his brothers over him. Seriously - a pretty, kind, funny girl like you? He was sure you'd sooner fall for a human Prince Charming, and if you ever were to fall for a mutant, surely you'd go for the leader or the brains, or the funny guy.

Still, you surprised him by falling for him the way he'd fallen for you.

Raphael will always remember when you mutually confessed, mainly because he mentioned all the previous points to him and you still admitted to being in love with him. The cherry on top of the sundae was when he looked you dead in the eyes with a sly little smirk, his voice real low.

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with you?" He asked you, and in response, you playfully rolled your eyes and broke out laughing. All Raphael could do was laugh too, and he pulled you in for a tight hug, gently brushing your cheek as you laughed.

Even months into the relationship, Raphael still looks at you like he can't fully believe you're with him, but it's more of a happy, grateful sort of disbelief.

He really does thank for you every day.

Raphael loves picking you up whenever he can - his strength and size are undeniably some of his greatest assets, and he knows you like that about him.

He'll pick you up to sit you down on his shoulder, or fling you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes whenever you're alone and he's feeling particularly playful - he just loves the way you yelp and giggle when he does that. It really gets him going 👀

As for PDA, he likes to be sneaky. Raphael will brush his hand over your thigh or past your bottom whenever he gets a chance and no one's looking.

Raphael also loves showing off for you and won't lose an opportunity to lift something really heavy or train in front of you.

That being said, his brothers very quickly pick up on his habit of showing off for you and respond in one of two ways: they either facilitate things for Raph to show off properly, or they'll make it harder for him to do whatever it was he wanted to do. However the brothers will react depends on absolutely nothing and Raph has no way of predicting if they'll choose chaos, so after a few months, he tries to show off when they aren't around.

But you're a little force of chaos yourself - one of the many things Raphael loves about you - and pretty soon, you two think like one mind when it comes to teasing and playing pranks on the other turtles. Raphael lives for every smirk shared between you two whenever you successfully tease or prank someone, especially if it's Leonardo who, one time, literally said out loud, "Great, now there's two of them."

And Raphael loves doing pushups with you sitting on his shell.

One time, Raphael convinced you to hug and cling to him while he did pull-ups. Let's just say a very heated make-out followed that training session.

And his favorite part of any workout with you is, you guessed it - the post-workout shower 👀

Amazing at cuddles. Raph is the cuddle master. Always the big spoon, always holding you close where he can protect you and feel how warm and soft you are.

And you have absolutely made Raphael's anger levels go down, according to, well, everyone.

He's still a hothead, but being around him in general feels... calmer? No one really knows how to describe it, but Raph's entire family credits you for how much Raph has grown in the months you've been together.

Finally, as everyone expected, he is a huge softie, and he loves it when you call him that. The cuddling alone speaks for itself, from the way he holds you close to how gentle his normally gruff voice sounds when he's alone with you in his room.

He's also very big on nicknames, to no one's surprise.

The night was quieter than usual, and with the overall peace that surrounded you, you were all but falling asleep. Safe and warm and supported by a strong pair of arms, you were sure that your half-shelled boyfriend was infinitely more comfortable to be pressed against than any mattress. The sound of Raphael's breathing was quickly lulling you into slumber, but before you succumbed entirely to your dreams, a low and deep vibration emanated from him - he appeared to be laughing, and the sound of his laughter would always make you stand alert, expectant of only the best things you'd known in your life.

When you looked up at Raph, your eyes squinted at him, but they held no annoyance despite the fact that your sleep had been interrupted. When Raph saw he'd woken you, his embrace around you tightened, pronouncing an "Aww" that sounded unbelievably gentle in his husky voice.

"Sorry to wake you, doll," Raphael said, his voice hushed.

You shook your head in denial and shifted your position so that you were now facing him, and you snuggled even closer into his figure. "Don't apologize. Why did you laugh?"

Raphael smirked even if you couldn't see him in your current position. "Just thinkin'."

"'Bout what?" You mumbled into his chest.

Raphael chuckled again. "You're adorable, doll."

You looked up at him again. "That's it?"

"Yeah," Raphael answered.

"Seriously, that's it?" You raised a brow.

"Fine, don't believe me," he playfully dismissed.

You giggled and snuggled into him again. "Oh, I believe you. Ya big softie."

Raphael gave another laugh, this one arguably heartier than the last. "You're never gonna stop callin' me that, are ya?"

"Not as long as you have me here," you stated.

"Well, there's my answer," he said with a hint of peace in his voice, prompting you to look up at him yet again.

"Oh?" You beckoned.

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, doll, I like havin' you here," Raphael's voice hushed again - it was when his voice got that tone that you knew he truly meant what he was saying, but more importantly, that what he wasn't saying was also out of the sheerest adoration for you.

"Well, that's good," you said quietly, running your hand gently up his bicep. "Because I like being here with you, too. I feel warm here, safe. Protected."

The words you spoke seemed to stroke at Raphael's most primal instincts, those that wanted to keep you far away from all harm and to hold you dear and close for as long as he could possibly survive. He brought you in even closer, tightening his arms around you in a manner so careful - part of him feared he'd squeeze you too tight one day.

"Oh, I'll always protect you, baby doll," Raphael said quietly. "You know it."

You giggled into him again. "I do."

For a few seconds, you and Raph enjoyed each other's company in silence, until you decided to break it again.

"Big softie," you mumbled, earning another chuckle from him.

You lived for those moments with him.

My favorite turtle might be Leonardo, but I knew I had to start with Raphael! Bayverse Raph is my favorite Raph and I'm not even ashamed to say it. Anyways, hope you enjoyed that little snippet and the headcanons. You can see my masterlist for more if you want!

Reblogs are appreciated! ❤

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sentences sunday

nobody tagged me but i still wanted to share! from this au, where buck is 18 and tommy is maddie's friend.

The past two weeks have swept summer into the city. Besides the offensively memorable smell, the humidity doing unspeakable things to his hair, the very idea of summer having people injure themselves in new and inventive ways meaning Tommy's on his feet for every 12-hour ER shift – his new apartment doesn't have air conditioning. When Maddie invited him to join her on a visit to Hershey to take advantage of her parents' pool, the choice had felt obvious.

Evan is stood in front of Tommy's lounge chair, his legs practically dripping out of the scrap of fabric he's wearing. The thing pushes the boundaries of what counts as shorts, if you ask Tommy, and he's put a lot of thought into this given how long he's been studying the way the black spandex hugs all of Evan's curves. Evan's skin glistens in the sun, a dewy sweat misted to him from his delicate clavicle to the slight soft give of his stomach to his hairy thighs to the swell of the arch of his foot.

Then he bends – reaching the netted pool scoop further forward, and Tommy can't help but admire the shift of muscle in Evan’s arms and back on his way down to watch how the movement pulls and works his glutes. There's a burn under his skin that he can't ignore, chilling heat that makes him shiver despite the sunshine and the shimmer of humidity in the air.

Maddie snores in the lounger beside him, a soundtrack to the entire experience reminding him to be ashamed of it all.

Evan lifts the pole in his hands and turns. Water slips down the shaft of the scoop, running down Evan's fingers as he strains to hold it aloft. He shakes a leaf out onto the lawn and twists back to face the pool, once again sliding the netting down into the water. It feels like too late – Tommy's mind already whirls with thoughts of licking the chlorine from Evan's knuckles, of making his hand drip with more than water, of sucking them into his mouth or-

Tommy almost falls to the pavement of the pool deck as he scrambles to leave his lounger. He races into the house through the sliding glass door in the living room and makes a hard left into the powder room. He braces his hands on either side of the sink and does not meet his own gaze in the mirror. He focuses on the sound of his own breathing until there’s a percussive knock at the door.

"Occu-" he starts to call out. He's interrupted by the door opening and quickly shutting as Evan spins into the room. Evan presses back against the door, but the room is tiny and that only does so much to keep them apart. He smiles at Tommy. The lock on the doorknob clicks.

"Hey," Evan says. He keeps his voice low, which gives it a rasping quality Tommy tries not to enjoy.

"What are you doing?" Tommy asks, just as quietly. There's no way Evan’s parents are home and Maddie's definitely still passed out outside – there's no one to hear. But the threat of it pricks like thorns at Tommy’s skin.

Evan raises an eyebrow. "What do you think I'm doing?" He moves, so their skin just barely touches.

Tommy swallows. Evan fixes his gaze on Tommy's lips and sways closer, closer, pressing more and more of their bare skin against each other, until their noses touch and Evan's open-mouthed exhales fan across his chin.

Their lips pressing together feels inevitable, and Tommy just lets it happen.

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[woozinhos]

hoshi make up sex pleaseee thankyou <3

You and Soonyoung had gotten into a huge argument earlier that day, the first one you'd had in a long time. It had been about something small, something that shouldn't have even been a big deal, but somehow it had escalated into a full-blown fight.

Now, you were both sitting on opposite sides of the couch, the tension in the room palpable. Neither of you spoke, the silence only broken by the occasional sigh or frustrated huff. After what felt like an eternity, Soonyoung finally spoke up. "Can we talk about this?" he said, his voice quiet but firm.

You nodded, still feeling a bit angry, but willing to listen. "Yeah, I guess we should," you replied, looking over at him.

Soonyoung started to speak, trying to explain his side of things, but the more he talked, the angrier he got.

"I just don't understand why you can't see things from my perspective," he said, his voice rising. "I'm trying to do what's best for us, and you're just shutting me down every time."

You bristled at his words, feeling your own anger flaring up again. "That's not fair," you snapped back. "You're not the only one with opinions here, you know."

The argument quickly devolved into a shouting match, both of you hurling accusations and insults at each other.

"Why can't you just admit that you were wrong?" Soonyoung yelled.

"Why can't you just listen to me for once?" you yelled back.

The argument continued to escalate, both of you becoming more and more frustrated as the minutes ticked by. Finally, Soonyoung stood up from the couch, pacing back and forth in front of you.

"This is ridiculous," he said, running a hand through his hair. "We're supposed to be partners, but it feels like we're just fighting all the time."

You felt a pang of guilt at his words, knowing that he was right. The constant arguing was taking a toll on both of you, and you missed the way things used to be between you.

"I know," you said quietly, looking down at your hands. "I miss us too."

Soonyoung stopped pacing and looked over at you, his expression softening. "I miss us too," he repeated, his voice quieter now. "I hate fighting with you."

He walked over to you and sat down beside you on the couch, his body tense but his eyes filled with remorse. "I'm sorry for yelling at you," he said, taking your hand in his. "I just...I get so frustrated sometimes, and I don't know how to handle it."

You squeezed his hand, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. "I'm sorry too," you said, looking up at him. "I shouldn't have yelled either."

Soonyoung pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your hair. "I don't want to fight with you anymore," he whispered, his arms wrapped tightly around you. "I just want us to be happy together."

You hugged him back, feeling a sense of comfort and security in his embrace. "I know," you said, your voice muffled against his chest. "I want that too."

You stayed like that for a few minutes, holding each other in silence, until Soonyoung pulled back slightly to look at you.

"Can we start over?" he asked, his eyes searching yours. "Can we try to work things out and communicate better from now on?"

You nodded, feeling a wave of affection wash over you. "Yes, let's start over," you said, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. "I love you, and I don't want to lose you over something stupid like this."

Soonyoung smiled, his eyes lighting up at your words. "I love you too," he said, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "More than anything."

He leaned in again, this time capturing your lips in a soft, sweet kiss. The kiss was filled with apologies and promises, the two of you silently vowing to do better in the future. As you kissed him back, you felt a sense of hope and optimism for the future. You knew that it wouldn't be easy, but you were determined to work through any problems that came your way, together.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a surge of desire course through your body. Soonyoung's hands began to roam over your body, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He pulled you onto his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he continued to kiss you passionately. You moaned into his mouth, feeling your body respond to his touch.

"I want you," he whispered against your lips, his hands slipping under your shirt to caress your skin. "I need you."

You whimpered at his words, feeling yourself grow wet with desire. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as you kissed him hungrily. Soonyoung's hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of you as he devoured your mouth. He nipped at your bottom lip, his hands tugging at the hem of your shirt.

"Off," he growled, his voice low and husky. "I need to see you."

You quickly pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it aside. Soonyoung groaned at the sight of you, his eyes dark with lust.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his hands coming up to cup your breasts. He gently rolled your nipples between his fingers, watching as they hardened under his touch.

You arched into his touch, moaning softly as pleasure coursed through your body. Soonyoung leaned in to kiss your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. Soonyoung continued to tease your neck and breasts, his hands and mouth driving you wild with desire. You could feel his hardness pressing against you through his pants, and you rocked your hips against him, desperate for more friction.

"Please," you whimpered, tangling your fingers in his hair again. "I need you inside me."

Soonyoung groaned at your words, his control slipping away. He stood up suddenly, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, his eyes raking over your body hungrily. He quickly stripped off his own clothes, revealing his toned body to you. He climbed onto the bed, hovering over you as he leaned down to kiss you again. His hands trailed down your body, stopping at the waistband of your pants.

"May I?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

You nodded eagerly, lifting your hips to allow him to remove your pants and underwear. Soonyoung groaned as he looked at you, completely naked beneath him.

"You're so perfect," he whispered, his hands roaming over your body again. "I can't believe you're mine."

He leaned down to kiss you again, his lips trailing a path down your neck and over your chest. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking at it until you were moaning and writhing beneath him. Soonyoung moved lower, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach until he reached your core. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire.

"I want to taste you," he said, his voice rough with need. "I want to make you feel good."

Without waiting for a response, he dipped his head between your legs, his tongue delving deep into your folds. You cried out at the sensation, your fingers tangling in his hair as he worked you with his mouth. Soonyoung ate you out with abandon, his tongue swirling around your clit and dipping inside you. He moaned against you, clearly enjoying the taste of you on his tongue. You arched your back, lost in the pleasure of his mouth. You could feel your orgasm building, your body tightening with tension as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

"Soonyoung," you gasped out, your fingers tightening in his hair. "I'm so close."

Soonyoung hummed against you, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he worked you towards your release. He knew your body so well, knew exactly what you needed to send you over the edge. He focused his attention on your clit, sucking and licking at it relentlessly until you were trembling beneath him.

"Come for me," he growled, looking up at you with dark eyes. "Let go, baby."

With a final flick of his tongue, you came undone, your body convulsing as you cried out his name. Soonyoung continued to lap at you, prolonging your orgasm as much as possible. When you finally came down from your high, he crawled up your body, pressing gentle kisses to your skin as he went. He looked down at you with a smirk, clearly pleased with himself.

"You taste so good," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I could do that all day."

You smiled up at him, still panting from your orgasm. "You're too good at that," you said, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

Soonyoung chuckled, leaning down to capture your lips in a slow, lazy kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, and the thought sent a shiver down your spine.

"I love making you feel good," he murmured against your mouth. "But I think it's my turn now."

Soonyoung moved to kneel between your legs, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily. He reached down to take himself in hand, stroking himself a few times as he looked at you.

"You're so beautiful like this," he said, his voice rough with desire. "All spread out and ready for me."

He positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with the head of his cock. You whimpered in frustration, wanting to feel him inside you already.

"Please," you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist. "I need you."

Soonyoung chuckled, clearly enjoying the way you were begging for him. "Patience, baby," he said, leaning down to nip at your earlobe. "I'll give you what you want, I promise."

Soonyoung slowly pushed into you, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of your tight heat around him. You moaned in pleasure, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he filled you completely.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his forehead resting against yours. "So tight and perfect."

He began to move, his hips thrusting against yours in a slow, steady rhythm. He captured your lips in a deep kiss, swallowing your moans as he drove into you. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and gasps, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Soonyoung's hands roamed over your body, touching and caressing every inch of you as he continued to thrust into you.

"I love you," he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing a path down your neck. "You're mine, all mine."

You clung to him, your nails raking down his back as he continued to move inside you. The feeling of him inside you was incredible, his every thrust sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Soonyoung," you moaned, your head thrown back in ecstasy. "I'm so close."

He reached down to rub your clit with his thumb, driving you even closer to the edge. "Come for me again," he growled. "I want to feel you come around me."

You cried out as your second orgasm crashed over you, your body clenching around Soonyoung's cock. He groaned at the sensation, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he panted, his hips snapping against yours. "I'm gonna come."

With a final deep thrust, he came inside you, spilling himself deep within you with a loud moan. He collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Soonyoung nuzzled his face into your neck, pressing gentle kisses to your skin as he came down from his high. He rolled off of you, pulling you into his arms and holding you close.

"You're amazing," he said, his voice rough with satisfaction. "I love you so much."

You snuggled closer to him, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking. You traced lazy patterns on his chest, feeling content and happy in his arms.

"I love you too," you murmured, looking up at him with a smile.

Soonyoung nodded, a small smile on his face. "I don't want to fight with you," he said, stroking your hair gently. "I hate it when we argue. I hate seeing you upset."

You nodded in agreement, feeling the same way. "I hate it too," you said, looking up at him. "We should try to talk things out instead of letting it fester."

[digitalro]

DID I TELL YOU THAT IMY

s. geto x f! reader

ˋ°•*⁀➷ It was you and Geto and your midnight runs. At least that’s how it was before somebody came along, now you have to figure out whatever this (?)ship is going through.

college au | part smau

part 1 ?

Just as you were leaving the infirmary, Geto walked in. His face contorted into surprise, then quickly replaced with a soft smile.

"Hey." He spoke first, his eyes on yours.

"Hey." You looked at him, then looked behind you momentarily. “The nurse isn’t here."

He hummed and nodded. You eyed his hand, which appeared slightly injured. He noticed your gaze and couldn't help but smile, "Just a scratch."

You were in the infirmary after scraping your knee from the race you just got second place in. It was the annual, and your first, sports day held by the university.

The nurse wasn't there and you weren't sure if you wanted to let him do it himself, after all, you were still friends. Either that, or deep inside, you just missed his company.

You gently took him towards the bed by his safe hand. "Sit."

At the moment, Geto and you weren’t exactly on great terms, at least not on your side. You and the second year were getting quite close thanks to your mutual friends and your daily midnight shenanigans where you sneak off to convenience stores and dodge the dormitory watchman.

But the last time you had done that was two weeks ago, you had avoided Geto as much as you could since then. What you guys had was starting to get rocky after he was partnered up for a project with another girl from one of his classes.

From there, it only went downhill. It felt like she was trying to take what you guys had for herself. She’d post the same things you posted with him, your Konbini hauls, the late nights together, the dormitory cat, your spots, everything. It felt like having your own Paige Nieman.

The worst part is that Suguru never did anything about it. You didn’t know if he realized what she was doing, or just acting coy.

He happily complied, watching you as you started scanning the room for alcohol pads and wrap bandages.

"You did great in the relay, y/n. I cheered you on." He suddenly spoke up, eyeing your face intently. “Satoru threatened the freshmen next to us to cheer too.”

"Thanks." You gently smiled, "Sounds like him. You did great too." You fished through the cabinets in search of the bandages.

As you got what you needed, you started descending the six-step ladder, only you miscalculated a step and almost screeched when you felt nothing beneath your feet.

A pair of arms that grabbed on your waist saved you from your doomed fate. "Careful."

He lifted you from the ladder and placed you on the ground, "There we go."

"Thank you." His hands still remained at your waist, eyes still on your face.

You cleared your throat, “We could get started.”

“Yes nurse,” He replied and let go, slightly dejected and followed you to his prior seating.

He hummed while you were at work. He noted how gently you patched him up, dabbing the alcohol pads around the wound and discarding everything. He wouldn’t mind getting hurt every day if that meant you’d do this again.

Right as you finished wrapping his wound, you packed up the supplies and turned to return the bandages, but his sudden hold on your arm halted your motion.

You raised a brow at his gentle yet firm grasp.

He snaked his other hand onto your waist and gently pulled you closer. It caught you off guard as you guys had never even held hands before. You looked at him, which he took as a cue to start talking.

"You don't talk to me much anymore." He spoke quietly, maintaining eye contact. He then pulled his arms around you, and laid his head against your stomach. It took you every bit of self restraint to not either caress his hair or shove him away, you just placed your hands on his shoulders.

His touch was hard to ignore and it was wrecking your nerves by the second, but you stood firm.

You looked down at him for a while, contemplating being upfront or just dismissing it. But you knew Suguru deserved the benefit of the doubt. You decided to not lie, “I wonder why."

His eyebrows knitted together as he pulled away to look at you, realizing that this was in fact more than you just being busy like you had told him. He moved his arm from your waist to take your other hand in his in order to fully direct your attention to him.

"Have I upset you in any way?" He caressed your hands with his thumbs.

You slightly exhaled through your nose, hating the feeling of guilt that accompanied confrontation. "It's not exactly that, it's just-"

"Suguru!" A voice squeaked from the infirmary's entrance. You scoffed internally, was the universe playing some sort of wicked game on you?

“Is your arm okay?” She muttered, as she got closer to the bed, only stopping to spare you a quick look. Unfriendly. “I was so worried.”

Was she blind? She hadn’t acknowledged the situation before her or you. Not even a hi.

"Uh yeah it's fine." He mumbled, eyeing his patched up arm and then her.

You unclasped his hands from yours. She then quickly took his arms in her hands, he even seemed too distracted to notice you weren’t in his grasp anymore.

You stepped back and thought about it, maybe you were overreacting. He was really good at communicating right? Maybe this didn't have to go so far.

You hated intruding though, forcing yourself onto people. If he really wanted to talk to you, then he would have told her off. He wouldn’t entertain her when she did things like this, when she came in between you guys.

You waited but he didn't seem like he was going to shoo her away and resume your conversation anytime soon.

“Oh, tonigh-” He seemed to remember something, but was ultimately cut off.

"Suguru, if your hand’s any better, you should join badminton, it’s starting in ten." She nudged him.

"Why would I sign up to get my ass handed to me?” He sighed and she laughed hard.

Overreacting? Hell, you were under reacting. You exhaled a laugh and exited the room, back to your dorm. He wouldn’t even notice anyway.

Was he genuinely that dense? Was some girl he partnered up with more important than you? Were you that replaceable?

He had been your late night snack-runs buddy ever since the academic year started. Staying up late and basking in the comfort of each other’s presence when insomnia got the best of you. You’d also hang around his jujutsu club after class, loitering around with him and your shared friends.

There were moments where the both of you acknowledged the looming of a deeper feeling, so how could the two just start doing what was supposed to be your thing?

Hell, it would’ve been fine if he at least asked if she could tag along, but completely excluding you from what caused the bloom between you?

You had started to believe it was your fault, your fault for letting her join you guys, for backing up when you should’ve confronted her. For letting her do all the things you do. You had enough.

Your eyes started welling up from frustration. You grunted wiping the tears from your face. It wasn't fair, it really wasn't. Why were you the one who ended up like this?

As you made it to your dorm building you bumped into someone, being so busy wiping your eyes and attempting to stop tears, you mumbled a quick apology and brushed past the person.

"Y/n?"

。・°・゜・。

You have 9+ new messages

11:40AM

suguru

Sorry about earlier

I’ll give you space if you want.

seen 11:40 AM

12:50 AM

suguru

Hey

You’re upset

seen 12:50 AM

suguru

talk to me

tell me what's wrong

seen 12:57 AM

suguru

it's been awfully lonely without you.

meet me?

please

i’ll be you know where

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[minziemoon]

Life Series Rare Pairs I Wanna See More Of

Inspired by everyone else on my tl posting their dream team lineups for a life series season, I decided to do my own by thinking of the most random combinations I can imagine that would be entertaining to witness. Some of these are gonna be more detailed, some are just for vibes, and some for shits and giggles. Also I haven't watched every single pov of every single series, and I have the memory of a goldfish sometimes, so forgive me if these aren't all THAT rare. 🙏

1. Cleo + Jimmy

- This duo materialized itself in my brain after a random wild life episode from Jimmy's pov where he had a near death experience and ran to Cleo for comfort. It's occupied a lil corner of my brain ever since.

- I think Jimmy would really benefit from someone like Cleo on his side. Someone who you know you can rely on and come back to whenever you're in need of help. Unless you betray them, Cleo is such a good teammate and has a mom/older sibling feeling to her.

- I can imagine she'd spend half the season convincing Jimmy not to go poking fun at ppl and making enemies, only for her to snap once someone kills her unjustly and goes on to commit arson apon half the server. Then the roles would switch.

2. Gem + BigB

- The difference between Cleo and Jimmy's paragraphs to these two... I told yall some of them are just fueled by the potential of vibes.

- I have no clue how these two would function together. They barely even interact. But that's exactly why I want them together!!!

- I feel like they'd be really wholesome. Knowing Gem she'd bring out the best in him... but I also feel like B would once again betray or back stab her in some way. Either way I've become too curious and invested now.

3. Grian + Pearl

- The fact that the skyblings themselves are a rare pair nowadays is concerning. They don't interact NEARLY enough. The amount of wasted potential is to cry about.

- I feel like they'd be all up in other ppl's business. If Pearl were to turn red before Grian, I think he'd have the same dynamic with her like with red lifer Scar in 3rd life, supporting and encouraging her crimes from afar, really birthing another menace on the server.

- They'd have the time of their lives while red together and I'd be SEATED.

4. Mumbo + Tango

- One episode they're the most miserable wet cats on the map, the next their trap kills half the server. Their fate as a duo would be a gamble.

- Idk if their combined brain power would cancel each other out or multiple. Most likely cancel out. Because putting an uncontrolable nervous wreck with the ticking timebomb of unhingness CAN NOT turn out positive.

- Still, it would be SO entertaining and probably make for funny quotes.

5. Lizzie + Bdubs

- It felt like my brain glitched a lil when remembering these two.

- I feel like they'd be weirdly wholesome?? Like they wouldn't stress each other out. Maybe Bdubs' vocal coards could finally catch a break from yelling every episode. Also lowkey feel like he'd try his best to protect her.

- Pls Watchers, let them build some cute cotteges in the woods somewhere in peace 🙏

6. Ren + Scar

- Ik they aren't THAT rare to see together, but the fact that they've never been close to teaming before is astonishing to me.

- If Scar doesn't turn Ren's thing with Martyn into a love triangle by the end of the season, no one else ever will. The Red Winter would rise once again, but with two kings this time.

- I just wanna see theater kids have fun, okay? Sue me if you must. Martyn can join in too I would not mind in the slightest.

[eclipseberrycake]

Poly! MoonBerryCake x Reader Pt. 4

I went on Pinterest. Got inspired. I should be paying attention to class. Which I am. Kinda.

-> Part one

-> Part Two

-> Part Three

Sharing a bed with three other people isn't as romantic as you think. >:)

☁ Omg I'm writing headcanons that are actually headcanons and not practically a story i broke up because I hate connecting sentences and paragraphs?

☁ I'm shocked too.

☁ Omg I never even INTRODUCED MYSELF. Y'all can call me Milk <3 or Roo. Neither are my real name but I go by those names on Dandy's world <3 So if you've played with an Astro named Roo :).

☁Anyway.

☁ Sharing a bed with someone? Is nice, don't get me wrong. But it has it's downsides. Let alone sleeping with THREE people? Crazy stuff.

☁ For the first little while, you probably don't sleep in the same bed because...there's four of you. There's no bed big enough for you all to cuddle. When nights get really hard, sometimes one of you will crawl into whoever's closest room and that's how the night will go. Or if there's a rather hard run, one of you will put in the work and gather all the mattress, pillows, blankets and cushions you can get away with to build what is basically a large nest to keep the others nearby.

☁ By the fifth time that happens, Sprout is whining abo☁ut the work put into it and immediately is looking for a solution.

☁ Out of all of them, Sprout is the pickiest sleeper in my opinion. Astro can fall asleep literally anywhere. Literally anywhere. There have been times where panic hits and you come back waiting for the elevator to close only to realize he's not there with 12 seconds left to retrieve him.

☁ He's always very apologetic, don't get him wrong, but it's unfortunately just how the celestial works I'm afraid.

☁ Cosmo is kind of in between the two. He won't fall asleep mid-run, but he does have some things he absolutely needs or he won't fall asleep. Like, for instance, he needs blankets. At least three. No matter how hot it is, get him a fan then. That number lowers when he's sleeping with one of you to a whopping one blanket, but he needs something covering him.

☁ Sprout needs like the highest quality pillows, and blankets, and white noise, and a water cup in arms reach and and and-

☁ So Sprout is in charge of picking out a bed. However, this comes the question of who's room it will go in. Astro and Sprout have the bigger rooms, but both rooms have a...theme. And no offense to either, but You and Cosmo readily agree the fight to see which theme wins is not worth it.

☁ So, you and Cosmo take it upon yourselves to scour the blueprints of the building and talk with Brightney who has the records of the building practically memorized. She's able to direct you to the abandoned Handlers rooms. They're larger than the toon rooms and none of them have been claimed thus far.

☁ So you and Cosmo take the time, clean one out- The only one that didn't have a placard- and present it to the other two with bright grins and starry eyes.

☁ It's taken well with a flurry of kisses bestowed upon you both.

☁ So, Sprout orders the bed though the magical power of don'tlooktoohardintothelogic and the room is yours to claim.

☁ The room is evidently decorated with a mix of all four of you whether it be the addition of fairy lights along the walls from Astro, or the rugs with pies on them from Sprout, or the bedspread from Cosmo. Each of you is seen in every corner of the room and it's both brilliant and kind of frightening.

☁ Even if you all still have your original rooms, this is a much bigger step. You all wanted to see each other as much as possible previously, but now you're sleeping in the same room, waking up together, getting ready for your days together?

☁ That's all to say, sleeping together in one bed does not have its pros! There's always someone there for when a bad dream slips through the cracks, and most times at least one person is awoken by the sudden jolts and its already hushing you with a soothing presence and whispered reassurances.

☁ It gets hot and sweaty at times because of the body heat but after the introduction of a fan and opening the window, it becomes much better.

☁ Also the clothes? Stealing clothes is just normal for you all. At this point, any new article of clothing bought is just communal. You've lost count of how many times you're reading or playing games in the general area when Astro walks in, wearing your shirt and just collapses onto you for a nap, or Cosmo's in the kitchen with Sprout's apron or you've stolen Cosmo's sweater. Sprout himself is exasperated at the thought because he's so tall he sometimes struggles to steal anything. He feels left out!

☁ Have no fear though because once Astro becomes more comfortable to go without his cloak, sitting in your room in just a shirt and pants, Sprout is the first to claim dibs on it, him and Cosmo fighting over it. You're smart as you go right after the source, perched in Astro's lap as he watches them.

☁ Getting ready for bed is a routine now too. It used to be a clumpy and choppy thing, but soon enough you've all developed a way to work with each other so it's seamless with minimum hiccups.

☁ Sleeping through the night? Is...a process. Every night brings a new situation and it's a journey.

☁ Sprout and Astro are more often the not the bottom part of the pile. As I mentioned earlier, Sprout is a prissy sleeper so there have been quite a few times he's woken you up with a quiet "My arm's asleep, bud." and you have to spit back "Suck it up." before he's forcefully dragging you to a new position.

☁ The jolt sometimes wakes Astro and Cosmo, but they're quick to go right back asleep.

☁ Other nights you're woken by Astro pushing at Cosmo, groaning softly. "Just keep jamming your knee up my crotch, that's fine." It did not in fact sound fine, making you grin before burrowing back into your chosen boyfriend pillow at the time.

☁ Some nights both you and Cosmo are rudely awoken by Sprout and Astro shoving at each other, arguing over who is taking more of the giant bed despite an entire half of it not being in use.

☁ Speaking from experience, when sleeping with another person, one half of the bed goes unused at all times. Idk if it's just like instinct to huddle together, but like yeah. That's what happens. doesn't matter how you all lay down, by the end of it all, you will all be in one heap on one half of the bed.

☁ One of you falls off the bed at least once a week. Most times it's you or Cosmo, who's laying on either Sprout or Astro when they roll over and take you with them only for there to be no more bed for you.

☁ That's the true difference between them. Astro is all "Did that hurt?" and when you're like "I'll survive." He's immediately like "That's not what I asked?!"

☁ Sprout's laughing and tells you you'll be fine, dragging you into his arms and smothering your face in apologetic kisses.

☁ By the way, once they're comfortable, you'll miss the seperate sleeping quarters. Astro has shoved so many articles of clothing into your face asking if it smells clean enough Tisha won't hunt him down.

☁ He hasn't learned even after you've told him yes three times when you knew Tisha would rain hellfire.

☁ Cosmo brings treats into the bed. You know that tiktok that's like "Making food in bed without my bf/husband/dog noticing." That's him. He's literally got a griddle somewhere. You've woken up to him making pancakes, watched him turn, smile at you and return to his project like...huh.

☁ When Sprout woke up that night, wrapped in Astro, he was only mildly confused before the rest of his brain jogged awake and he was left staring at you and Cosmo both sitting at the foot of the bed, eating pancakes. Like it wasn't three in the morning.

☁ The griddle was banned the next morning.

☁ Three days later, Cosmo had an easy bake oven.

☁ Astro didn't even question it when you handed him a pretzel bite, eating it before returning to sleep.

☁ When he off handedly mentions it the next day, there's a distant shout from Sprout before he's appearing in the doorway, demanding more information.

☁ He never finds it.

☁ Arguments go crazy too.

☁ not fights, but those little squabbles you get into after youve been with someone for a while and they're existance is just so adorable and loving and it pisses you off bc wdym they chose me.

☁ On runs especially. Sprout is NOTORIOUS for pining one of you down in the elevator, hands squeezing your cheeks, "You are so annoying, oh my god- I LOVE YOU." Like he doesn't know how to handle it.

☁ I didn't mention this previously but the distinction between how he treats you three versus everyone else is SO FUNNY. Like if for some reason none of you are the same run, he literally sits in the corner and pouts. Vee is so over his shit.

☁ He does this thing where he walks up to a machine and just bangs his head against it and cries about how he doesn't want to be there.

☁ The SECOND he's back, he acts like he wasn't a mopey kitten.

☁ Like I have this imagine of him coming back, walking into the kitchen. You and Cosmo are covered in cake batter. Astro is sipping on a drink, leaning against the counter as he watches you two. Immediately he's just relaxed because this is such an idiot thing to do, but you're his idiots and that's what matters.

☁ You have a notebook of shit you've all said.

"Tough shit toons, you're distractor has a thesis to examine to a molecular level about the connection between Spongebob and Chappell Roan."

"It's like a perfect oval. Like a circle compressed by the Thigh Master."

"Her laugh reminds me of a dog just before they throw up."

"The lamp. It's just sitting there. Like you- who said they would do the dishes!"

☁ It's a national treasure.

☁ The other toons think you're their own little show. It's so funny to them. It's like the Toonashians (Have yall seen those tiktoks?)

☁ Especially when it's between Sprout and Astro. As two mains, their fights are so funny. They both do that thing where they turn to you and Cosmo and ask who's right. Neither of them are.

☁ You and Astro are not allowed in the kitchen alone. Period. You make unholy concoctions. Remember the pudding fiasco? Sprout put a ban on you from entering the kitchen. Everyone knows. Pebble rats you out fastest.

☁ Sprout is banned from the Hamilton soundtrack. You threatened to drown him in the shower after hearing him belt it for the fourth week in the row early in the morning.

☁ Speaking of! Morning routines! Sprout wakes up first. Makes it all of your problems. But he does do coffee/tea/juice/ whatever you need to start your day and has it ready with a kiss by the time you make it downstairs.

☁ Cosmo is normally next, leaving you to fend off Astro by yourself.

☁ Astro is such a cuddler, so good luck getting him off. Normally you have to pry him off with Cosmo's help after he's done his morning routine, replacing yourself with a pillow.

☁ He gets up right after that, immediately sensing the pillow is NOT you. He's grumpy and tired and just heads straight to the kitchen where Sprout is waiting. Coffee is first before anything else for him along with some snuggles.

☁ Y'all so domestic its cute asf.

☁ Of course the relationship has its pros and cons, but every day and night you're reminded of just how worth it it always is.

☁ Ahh im out of ideas so idk when the next part will come out <3

[gaytommykinard]

continuation from this

they fall asleep with josh in the middle, curled up with buck, and tommy behind him. he'd tried to make a run for it after getting cleaned up but josh told him to get his ass back in bed and pretty much demanded that tommy spoon him to sleep.

“i don't remember you being this bossy,” tommy mumbled, lips pressed to josh's bare shoulder.

josh grinned, entirely too satisfied. “maybe i was going easy on you. what with you having the temperament of a stray cat.” and buck burst out into a fit of hysterical giggles.

josh wakes up a little before his alarm is scheduled to go off and goes to shower, walks back into his bedroom to see that buck and tommy have closed the gap between them, still fast asleep wrapped up in each other in the middle of josh's bed. he shakes his head and gets dressed quickly, picks up his things and heads to work, sending a text to ask buck to lock up when he leaves and drop the spare key in his mailbox.

he doesn't expect to hear from either of them. he thinks his part is done, those two idiots are back together and in all honesty it was a fun night. he never thought he'd get a bonus night with tommy, and he never, ever thought he'd hook up with buck. and honestly? he's glad they've found each other. he moved on from tommy a long time ago and eventually forgiven him for the way he ended things. he knew how much tommy had struggled and he could really see how much he's changed, it was clear from the moment buck pulled him into chimney's hospital room with soot all over his face. and buck, well, he wants nothing but the best for buck.

it still stings when he goes home that evening to an empty apartment.

but he gets the call from tommy two weeks later, asking to meet up, and tommy looks nervous as hell when he sees josh walking through the door at the cafe down the street from his apartment building.

josh orders a chai latte for himself and doesn't let tommy get a single word out before he comes out with, “you really don't have to apologise for what happened between us, tommy. it's ancient history, water under the bridge.”

tommy deflates, shoulders sagging. “you sent me a picture of my boyfriend with your dick in his mouth.”

“ex boyfriend.”

tommy rolls his eyes. “okay. and?”

“okay, i was being petty. on behalf of buck, too, you know? he was devastated.”

and tommy nods and josh thinks that's it, they can wrap this up, he got a to-go cup for a reason. he'll definitely see tommy at some point or another, the 118 is a tight-knit group and josh is sort of part of it, at least peripherally. they'll be friends, it'll be okay.

but then tommy asks if josh would give him another chance. and josh nearly chokes on his coffee. stares. asks, “but... buck?”

“uhh, yeah. that's kind of why i'm here. he said he wants to — um —” tommy stammers awkwardly and josh has never seen him blush this much. “i mean, we would both like to see you again. i just, i told evan there's no way you'd — i know i hurt you. and i am sorry. i was—”

“wait, back up.” josh is pretty sure he's imagining things. “are you asking me for another threesome?”

several, tommy says, but his eyes are crinkling at the corners and josh is pretty sure he's joking. he says, just think about it, if you're up for it, send us a text or something, we can meet up and talk about it, all three of us. and then he says he has to go and he gets up and walks past josh on his way out but bends down to press a kiss to his cheek, catching him completely off guard.

josh stares at his cup until the drink goes completely cold. then he picks up his phone and texts buck to tell him your boyfriend just asked me out, just to make sure buck is in the loop. buck texts back nearly immediately, so when do you want to come over? we're free sunday.

[riflesniper]

spent enough time cooking up this guy behind the scenes and now i feel like i can toss him out here now. this big boy is aegis :3 a sapient mech that ran from his makers to a resistance militia, who plopped a gay little pilot (green) into his hands. more details below the cut

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his storyline takes place a few centuries in the future, where a small-scale war has kicked up between a newly socialist canada and a dystopian oligarchical US. aegis comes from a particularly powerful corporation called valkyrie machines, who definitely pioneered sapient AI tech some hundred years prior and definitely didn't just steal the tech from somewhere else before stealthily bribing the actual inventors into a silence or death deal

on the other side of the border is the canadian shield alliance, though most people just call it the alliance or the shield. they've played a lot of roles since their inception that was also some hundred years prior, notably aid programs, disaster assistance, fighting for land back/secure human rights/immigrant protections, scaring corporations into NOT being shitty, better economic policies, etc.

unfortunately the US did NOT like any of that. when canada's economic system is officially changed from mixed to socialist, the oligarchs of the states kick off a race to try and see who can annex it the fastest. fortunately, the shield doesn't give them an inch.

aegis is one of valkyrie's newer warden models; nimble, fleet-footed mechs with sapient AI cores to enhance battle prowess. valkyrie is Very strict about what their mechs and pilots do and don't know, and are not above both executing pilots who try to rebel and wiping AIs whose thoughts stray too far. aegis and his last pilot were able to keep sneaky about their plans to escape, but said pilot was disposed of before it could be carried out, aegis made a break for it on his own, racing from the montana base he was stationed at to the albertan border.

despite broadcasting a plea for the shield to find him, he didn't get out unharmed; valkyrie's air fighters were eventually able to catch up to him before he scaled the wall. they plucked at him for a couple hundred kliks until the shield managed to find him near a small town. a skirmish broke out to claim him, ending with one shield mech being non-fatally damaged and all of the valkyrie fighters being shot down.

aegis, battered from the run, was hoisted to a shield base near calgary for major repairs before being shipped to the edmonton for external repairs and retrofitting. it's here that he's assigned a new pilot; green reinhart, a skilled, kind man with a underlying justice-driven rage to match the heart on his sleeve. a man who would not be killed so easily, not with the transhuman tech that's available. it's here that aegis would actually get his name, and so much more that he never would have had back in the states.

the world was opening up to him now. his pilot wasn't the only one talking to him like he was a person anymore. green gets him a proxy frame to explore with. the two of them spend hours together, on and off the field; perhaps this is the best thing that's could've happened for either of them.

(first image is when they've already been partners for a long while; green's organic body does eventually get killed in a battle, and his transhuman body is activated. im still kinda fleshing out the details, unsure if i'll get much deeper into the socio-political-economic shitshow behind the worldbuilding, since i originally made this guy to just have a gay mech/pilot thing w/ green, but its kinda feeding off the current shitshow of the US wanting to annex canada in this day and age. i gotta focus more of that energy on makin characters WAUGH

if anyones got suggestions for like. videos or audiobooks that Could help add onto the worldbuilding though, im all ears. just keep in mind that i struggle with text only stuff, so audiovisual is heavily preferred)

[rottenbrainstuff]

So as that lengthy Neil Gaiman article is passed around, I want to give you all a gentle reminder….

I’m not saying that it’s not valid to feel crushed when you hear about shitty things like this, but we all need to keep in mind there are no safe celebrities. There is absolutely not a single celebrity on the planet that you can trust to not learn some terrible secret about. This is because we don’t know these people personally. What we know is a curated public persona that they present.

It’s fun to be a fan of celebrities and to be enthusiastic about their work, but…. Just never forget, they’re not a mascot or a character, they’re a human. Don’t put them on a pedestal. The fact that someone can make funny tumblr posts says nothing about their personal life.

I just… I just see some people who are SO heartbroken about all of this, and I feel bad for you, I don’t know. It’s disappointing to me as well, but I never assume for an instant that anyone I fangirl over is safe. I think it’s healthy to keep some emotional perspective, keep some emotional distance, with our parasocial relationships. Maybe?

I think about meeting Neil Newbon at the Calgary expo last year and what a nice person he was to meet, the nicest celebrity I’ve ever seen at one of these cons, the nicest celebrity I’ve ever seen interacting with his fans. Even he, I would not put on a pedestal. As he said himself at his panel, what the public sees, this is a persona he presents and his personal stuff stays personal. You really do not know these people, at all.

Just… keep that in mind. And not just for celebrities. People in general are not either good and beyond reproach, or obviously bad and cancelled and discardable. If you view things this way, you will set yourself up for a world of hurt, because you will assume the people who don’t look obviously bad therefore can’t hurt you, until they do. (This is also where the “how could they have actually done that? They seem so nice, so I don’t believe you” comes from too)

I dunno. You know? This whole situation just gives me a lot of thoughts.

On a related note: I’m also sad to see some people say well this means they can’t be a fan of good omens anymore, or whatever…… look, that’s a decision that only you can make, but consider this. As I saw Wil Wheaton say, movies and tv shows are the work of a large team, so many different people all working together to make something they believe in: a producer, a writer, a director, an editor, the actors, the costumers, the numerous other crew I can’t even list here, all working hard and proud of their work. Learning that one person in that team is a piece of shit is not a nice thing to learn, but it doesn’t automatically invalidate the work that everyone else has put in. And thinking about this further, I’m going to guess that if you think one bad person contaminates an entire thing, you’re never going to find anything that is pure and free from contamination, because every large group of people is going to include some bad people in the bunch. (Please don’t come at me with JK Rowling stuff, transpanic georg is an outlier and should not have been included)

I dunno. I’ve been watching all of this shit unfold and thinking some thoughts for a while. Just take it away and think about it. It’s very disappointing no matter how you look at it, but I think we need to change how we view celebrities.

[ttjisung]

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p. jisung x fem!reader smau - exes to lovers

in which jisung does his best to avoid you, his ex, until he realizes his mistake far too late cw: suggestive themes, bad angst, cheating, swearing

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chapter vxii. (wc: 1.6k)

It had been a couple of days since Jisung had to cancel his dinner reservation for you both, and he wouldn’t admit it to anyone but as he called to let the host know, he had to hold in his tears.  

Everyday he struggled holding back from messaging you again – you made it clear that you’d prefer not to talk, but the clock was ticking and soon enough the confrontation that your friend group planned would take place. Jisung felt as though he needed to act quickly, and maybe you’d reward his regret with your attention. After the reunion in Yangyang and Dejun’s apartment, he drove straight to his apartment and began to watch rom-coms, holding a comically large notebook and pen to take notes. What he hadn’t expected, ranging from 10 Things I Hate About You to She’s All That, was the realization that if he was you, he wouldn’t forgive himself either. All of the male love interests were assholes, and had he not cried previously, he’s sure he would’ve once more knowing he was the asshole in your story. 

“You really need to stop checking those messages, Ji.” Renjun’s concerned voice rang out as he glanced over his friend’s shoulder, realizing he was once again reading the previous messages he sent to you, and moping around. Dodging the side eye Donghyuck sent Jisung’s way, he slipped his phone away, changing the topic. “Do you think he’s plotting on her right now?” The shrug his friends gave him only worsened the pit in his stomach that dropped as he imagined Jaemin and you together.

Jisung had to admit – he wasn’t blind. He had always known about Jaemin’s attraction to you, but it never raised any red flags. I mean, the younger of the two had fallen for you at first sight, it was no wonder that others wanted you too. What he didn’t know was how far the male was willing to go to steal you away from him.  

Sleeping that night was hard for Jisung, not knowing that you were in his exact same predicament. 

If you were being truthwell as well, you’d confess your darkest secret – a part of you had already forgiven Jisung. You noticed this part of you earlier, when Yangyang had to embarrassingly steal your own phone from you after you tried to call him, two bottles of Soju deep. Feeling motivated, you decided you’d walk to his apartment instead to talk. Dejun quickly locked the door and led you back to the living room. 

“Okay so… Okay… Think about it, okay?” Your words were slurred as you leaned on Yangyang’s shoulder for support. He nodded his head, prompting you to continue your drunk ramble. “Okay… He like… If I was him and I got told he cheated on me by one of you, like… Like I’d be sad too a bit I think. Cause you’re my bffs, and I trust you as much as him… So, I have decided to forgive-""Shut up, will you?” His voice quickly cut you off, and your eyes nearly missed the way he rolled his. 

It was as if an emotional alter ego possessed you every time you’d drink, mourning and crying about your relationship. Your friends simply hoped you wouldn’t remember when you were sober, because you’d either text him back with no one holding you back, or bash your head in from embarrassment. They didn’t know which one was worse. Unbeknownst to both, you remembered regardless, and it only added to the anxiety in your chest.

Before any of you knew it, it was Tuesday. The carefully crafted plan would take place tomorrow, and although you acted nonchalant when it was mentioned previously, you were more nervous than you cared to let off. You weren’t exactly sure why, considering you had barely interacted with the male before, and there was no true consequence for you. If you looked into it, though, you’d probably see the true cause of your anxiety – after this was finished, what would that mean for you and Jisung? 

You were upset with him, of course, but having barely experienced the pain of your break up weeks before, there was still a part of you that missed him. That being said, you couldn’t find it in yourself to contact him, or make the first move. He was the one that messed up, and it felt embarrassing to be the first to cave. 

As your bad luck had predicted, you were unknowingly forced into a difficult confrontation as the bell dinged in your favorite cafe, meaning someone else had stepped into the small building. Although the place essentially empty, you continued to read the book you had brought, not exactly being shocked by another person’s presence. What did shock you was when the voice spoke out, calling your name. “Y/n?” 

Your eyes widened at the familiar deep tone, shrinking into yourself as you edged away from Jisung, who was staring at you with wide eyes and weirdly red cheeks. All you managed to let out in response was a small “Umm… Hi.” “Hi… Can I… Can I sit with you?” “You haven’t even ordered yet.” His blush grew deeper as he realized you were right, he hadn’t. Quickly rushing to the counter and buying an already packaged coffee from the refrigerator next to him, he awkwardly shuffled back to your table - the only one being used. “I got something,” You nodded at him, still tense from the shock of seeing him, and he lifted a hand to cover the bottom half of his face in shame, “So, umm. Can I sit here now? Please.” You weren’t used to seeing him so flustered. Although he hadn’t ever been an introvert particularly, he never acted this way with you. 

You were panicking mentally, not knowing whether you should say yes or no. You feared if you said yes, he’d try to bargain with you about your relationship - a conversation you weren’t ready to have - yet if you were to decline, it would add ten pounds to the preexisting weight on your shoulders, making it more difficult to see him tomorrow. 

Painfully long seconds passed as you debated your two options, and as the time went by, Jisung’s face grew more and more pleading. Shifting so that he’d be closer to the chair facing yours, he took his shaky hand off his face and placed it on the back of the piece of furniture, in deluded hopes that it’d convince you to accept his request sooner. Not thanks to his weird tactic, but instead your sympathy, you nodded.  

Not wasting any time, and partially out of fear that you'd change your mind if he took too long, he rushed to sit down, leaving his drink on the table and staring at you intensely. “Ummm… I forgot that you knew about this place too. I’m– I’m sorry if I’m like, intruding.” He wasn’t sorry at all. If he was sorry, he wouldn’t have approached you like this, but you decided to simply blink twice and nod your head in acknowledgement. “It’s fine. I don’t mind seeing you in public, Jisung. We’re not enemies.” Although you had positive intentions with your words, wanting to ease the tension from his apology, he frowned deeply at what you said – the implication that you were closer to enemies than lovers left him feeling unsettled. 

You chose not to read into his facial expression, taking a sip of your drink and looking out the window instead. “How… How have you been?” The words sounded like they were painful coming from Jisung’s mouth, yet you appreciated how he changed the topic, because you did not wish for another uncomfortable conversation with him. 

“I’ve been… Fine. How about you?” “Well, I– me too. I’ve just been thinking about things, you know?” You hummed in agreement, not wanting to dive further into the things he’d been thinking of. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” Somehow, this new topic made you wish for the old one to return, but you refused to let your act slip so you just shrugged. “I guess so. Regardless of what happens, I don’t really know Jaemin so it’ll be fine.” Jisung nodded at your reply, eternally grateful that you were clearly disinterested in the male. “If you want, I could give you a ride?” The small laugh that you unwillingly let out had his heart swelling, and he swore his body warmed up at the sound. “Did you forget it’s at my place?” Jisung moved to cover his face once more, knowing he just made a fool out of himself. “I might’ve…” The way your eyes slightly crinkled had his mirroring you. You were somewhat enjoying the conversation if your laugh was proof, which meant you might reciprocate other actions. He took his hand off his face, placing it on the table boldly near yours – not enough to touch, but enough to send a message. 

For a second, you let it happen. It felt so natural that it’d be wrong to pull away, yet your brain replaced your heart, choosing to move your hands. The fact that you let yourself slip and laugh along with him was bad enough to create another problem in your head, and it had your mind reeling. “I… I have to go now, take care.” Almost like a gust of wind, you were gone before Jisung could even look up and beg you to stay and talk. 

Although the evening hadn't necessarily ended well, Jisung walked back to his apartment with several mixed thoughts in his head, hope renewing at the memory of your laugh. He kept reminding himself that he was closer than he had been before, and the idea of his progress with you lulled him to sleep.

a/n: hai guys... i know... i lied and took way longer than expected... my little excuse is that i got a new phone and it's so hard to replicate all of the smau profiles on every fake app to my new one <3 and i fear i've been so unmotivated to write lately tbh. but a hit off the penjamin has inspired me like nothing before so i'll figure it out :3 new deep ocean update coming soon as well. and my new jungwoo fic ^_^

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[disgruntleddemon]

i though i'd try and do designs for the better world from J3 as fun lil challenge! i went w middle age-ish, since we don't rly see that in canon.

McGucket gets to be fun and silly. he gets into eccentric button ups (i firmly believe the Hawaiian shirt Stan puts on the skeleton was McGucket's), and just generally enjoys getting ridiculous with his outfits. also, return on the mustache! and a ponytail for the hell of it. kind of a fun uncle vibe.

i think Ford just likes plain colored button ups. that's basically all he wears in flashbacks lol. besides that, he's a bit more outdoorsy. best believe he has a shit ton of random things in the vest pockets. he also doesn't have any tattoos from Bill, so that's nice

for Stan i basically just went w his sea grunk look. his hair is just starting to thin out a bit. his chin is also scruffier since i'm still not sure how to give a dog stubble. idk, his design was the trickiest to figure out.

Stan and Ford's matching earrings were from an incident where they were drunk and one of them thought it would be a great idea. both of them insist it was the other's idea. they never got rid of the earrings though lmao. McGucket teases them about it sometimes.

anyway, long ramblings on my timeline headcannons under the cut:

so, the main thing that ended up changing the timeline, was Ford reaching out to Stan Sooner. things had just started to go bad, like in cannon, but Bill played one of his cards too soon.

he did the zombie possession thing, and that's enough to scare Ford into contacting Stan. the idea that even death wouldn't be enough to escape Bill was pretty terrifying y'know?

he hadn't yet come up with the plan to hide the journals, so primarily he wants Stan to help buy him some time. basically, he needed someone who could babysit him and make sure he was restrained if he fell asleep.

given his goal, he has more time to just sit down with Stan and explain the whole situation. he's a bit more trusting than cannon Ford, but in a "this is a last ditch effort, idk what to do if this fails" way. obviously, Stan agrees to help, which also means they're now living together and forced to work through their issues. it does go a bit smoother than would have in cannon tho. at some point during this time period, they do hide the journals. they're basically throwing anything at the wall trying to see what sticks.

Ford believes they REALLY need McGucket. with some convincing from Stan, he works up the nerve to call Fiddleford's home. only to be met with Emma saying he hadn't come back, and not to call her anymore. i kinda picture a scenario where Ford and Stan desperately try to find McGucket, only to, ironically, get snatched by the blind eye after seeing something supernatural

i'm not entirely sure how i'd have the confrontation play out. i do think this gets to be a moment where Ford is the one to excel in a social situation. like, i think it'd be a chance to see some of him and McGucket's friendship, and show how much Ford does actually care.

either way, McGucket agrees to help at the end. idk what to do with the blind eye, but i'm thinking similar to the ending of the episode in the show. except maybe more open ended if all the members got their mind erased in case i want the blind eye to make a reappearance as antagonists later.

i've seen a couple different ways people go about protecting Ford's mind from Bill in mystery trio aus. unicorn hair, metal plate surgery but riskier, metal helmet, etc, but i'm surprised no one ever uses project mentem!

for one thing, it just SCREAMS fiddleford to me. i already headcannoned better world McGucket gave cannon Ford the blueprints for it, so of course i'm gonna use it as part of my better world timeline. i mean, if he made the memory gun, i can def see him making the brain protector too lol.

after that is a couple various events:

Ford and Stan have to help McGucket recover from his memory gun addiction. while not as pronounced as cannon obviously, he still has memory issues left over

they start dismantling the portal

Ford publishes his research like McGucket originally suggested, and does get quite a bit of money from that

Mcgucket and Emma get divorced and have to figure out their situation. i think it'd be awhile before Fiddleford gets proper custody, but i do think Emma moves closer, and Fiddleford gets to see Tate

the trio opens something similar to the mystery shack, but an actual anomaly natural history museum. Stan ends up doing tours, while Ford and McGucket do the displays + research for that. it's around this point those two officially get together. they'd been kind of dancing around it for awhile lol

surprising everyone, it's Fiddleford who thinks they should revisit the portal, and that he has ideas on how to get it to work safely. still not entirely sure how to have that play out, but obviously they do figure it out in the end

at some point the institute is founded

when the portal is actually finished, and dimensional travel becomes more of a thing, Ford and Stan start exploring together. they don't go sailing, but the do get to go on adventures as brothers :]

at some point, shifty is revisited. having seen a few aus where he ends up as Ford and McGucket's kid, i'm kinda leaning in that direction. haven't decided what to do with him yet

now, when cannon Ford shows up, and gets some of the basics of what happened in this world he asks Fiddleford something to the effect of "so, did Stan hide the journals?" and he technically did hide them, WITH Ford, so McGucket is like "yeah, i guess so, but-" before cannon Ford cuts him off and changes the subject.

i think cannon ford was already overwhelmed by seeing what was essentially his dream world, that finding out what happened to Stan would be too painful. if they reconnected, that would hurt, if they never saw each other again, that would also hurt. so, cannon Ford, king of repressing his feelings, just avoided the topic.

[galactic-knightmare]

The tADC fam but BUGS

...I had the sudden urge to draw Hollow Knight stuff but I'm still hyperfixated on tADC, so the solution? CROSSOVER ...which is weird. I'm usually really not into crossovers, and I don't generally like them all too much, but for some reason my brain thinks their Cool with tADC?? and I end up thinking of lore and stuff for them?? idk man my brain is. going through something lmao. AAaaannyway, lore n' stuff under the cut!

starting wiiiiithhh Kinger! :

Since Hollow knight doesn't have computers- or they do? I have no idea how to describe Monomon's lab. so instead he's kinda like a scientist but not? whatever it is that Monomon is. big brain boi.

Anyway he worked with Monomon and the Pale King on creating the vessels, but had no idea exactly what they were- he thought they were just going to be like the kingsmould- just mindless machines that are shaped like bugs. he did not know they were essentially the king and queen's kids, which were being experimented and killed en mass. So naturally, when he found out, he was pissed.

So when Hollownest starts falling after the failed sealing of Radiance, he ends up accidentally finding a surviving vessel, albeit a strange one. he ends up kinda loosing it due to guilt and stuff, so we end up with our beloved Kinger we all know and love (just fluffier and a bug)

Queenie :

Queenie is a retired Wasp warrior in this, having either come from a different Kingdom, or the arena of fools. She ended up acting as a guard for hire, and ended up meeting Kinger and becoming a sort of extra guard at Monomon's lab where they were working. One thing leads to another and eventually they end up married.

Aaaand now we have two options for this- the Angst Option, or the less Angst Option.

the Angst Option is that, like how she abstracted in the series, in this AU she ends up with the infection, and either dies completely or ends up with her infected corpse hidden inside a locked room in their house. very depressing and stuff.

the non-angst option is that she got injured pretty badly while defending their home from some Infected bugs, and ended up bedridden, so she doesn't leave their home that much anymore, thus why you don't generally see her.

aaand now Pomni! :

Pompom is one of the three known survivors of the Deepnest tribes. (the others being Hornet and Midwife, four if we're counting that unknown weaver we see at one point) She's stuck as a lone hunter, usually sticking to greenpath since there's more things to hunt. eventually she meets Kinger and they end up befriending each other. as scatterbrained as the moth is, he's one of the few non-infected beings around now, so she's happy to have some company now.

despite coming from a family of weavers, Pomni really isn't fond of weaving. She's somewhat like Hornet, with preferring battle over words. despite how quick to attack she is though, its mostly due to nervousness. they can't attack you if they've already been stabbed. outside of battle she's the Pomni we all know and love- nervous and anxious to an extreme.

While she's fond of Kinger (and Queenie in the non-angst version) she's got mixed feelings with the weird Vessel that lives with the two. More often than not, she ends up either wanting to slap him or hug him. the two usually end up on patrols around Greenpath together, although hardly any hunting gets done during those.

Aaaand finally my beloved boi, Caine :

He's the vessel! obvs. but something went a bit wrong. either he got into something he shouldn't, or he ended up experimented on by someone else. (or maybe he just had a brief encounter with a grimmkin that decided yes, this smol pale child shall now have some of my powers for shits and giggles). Either way, he's ended up as a hybrid of the two, with the raptor-claws, tail, and facial markings of a Grimmkin, but the spikes and everything else of a Vessel. The grimmkin glow/nightmare energy however is a liiittle fucked for some reason though, since it's blue and green instead of the normal red.

either way, he managed to escape the void unlike most of the millions of vessels, and ended up in the care of Kinger (and Queenie) eventually. He usually follows the two around like a lost puppy, though since meeting Pomni, he's started following her around too. he steers clear of Hornet obviously- his bio half-sister scares him (as she should- we all know how she handled vessels before Ghost)

Hes also unusually short for a Vessel, and a Grimmkin honestly. he's not that much taller than Ghost, who's still in the child-stage of a Vessel. his tail also isn't fully right either- instead of the spiked tail of a Vessel or the Scorpion tail of a Grimmkin, it instead doesn't even have a tailtip, and is instead constantly leaking soul/nightmare energy. Its concerned Kinger greatly, but theres not much he can do about it.

He's also not genderless like other Vessels- or he is, but prefers he/him. or hes a gremlin like how I picture Caine, and is technically in a way genderfluid? idk how to describe my son lmao