#she looks like someone who owns a Lot of pillows and also struggles with back pain

[slingbats]

some headcanon stuff a little bit, I'm pretty sure her natural hair is either shaved or veryyyy short but I couldn't imagine she'd do anything without wearing some kind of head covering so I didn't actually depict this at all you'll just have to trust me teehee

[lastoneout]

It's also like super fucking infuriating to see people continue to argue that generative AI is the best way for disabled and/or poor people to make art because like, you know what helps make art more accessible? Giving poor and disabled people money.

Like take me for instance, I'm disabled. I get severe migraines and intense leg/back pain if I sit at my computer for too long, my hEDS makes holding pens and pencils hard, my ADHD makes it hard for me to start certain tasks and/or stop them before I potentially hurt myself, my neck also hurts if I look down too much, my dyslexia AND my ADHD both make it difficult to keep track of a story as I write and use correct spelling and grammar, plus, I need to prioritize taking care of myself and going to appointments and keeping my house clean and that takes up a lot of my free time. All of these things make creating the kind of art I want to create difficult if not occasionally impossible.

So what do you think would solve my problems better? Giving me money so that I can have a drawing tablet and desk chair that won't hurt my neck or back, another tablet + pen and a lap table and comfortable body pillows for drawing in bed, easier transportation to my doctors appointments, effective treatment for my chronic pain and migraines, the ability hire someone to help me keep my house clean, a spelling/grammar checker that isn't complete ass, and a therapist and psychatrist who can help me manage my ADHD better?

Or an AI program that takes my input and spits out a drawing or story made of stolen content glued together that, in the case of the art, I cannot meaningfully edit without starting over, which also destroys the environment in the process?

Seems pretty obvious to me. I don't need AI, I need help to manage the things that are actually stopping me from being able to write and draw.

Or take my mom. She's had severe rhumatoid arthritis since she was a small child, her hands are deformed and she relies on her wheelchair to get around. She doesn't need AI to help her paint, she needs special paint brushes she can actually hold, a table her wheelchair will fit at, and someone to help her with personal hygiene/keep her house clean/take her to doctors appointments so she actually has free time to paint.

Does that poor kid growing up in public housing with parents who are too poor to afford art classes or supplies or to send them to college really need a computer program to draw for them, or do they need support to help them take those classes, buy drawing supplies, and money so they can go to college.

Blind people can paint, deaf musicians exist, people with missing limbs find all sorts of ways to make art, people with parkinson's paint with typewriters, my mother can't hold a normal paintbrush and she makes some of the most beautiful watercolor paintings I've ever seen, Van Gogh had bipolar disorder and only sold like one painting when he was alive, I mean for real how many different artists have you heard of who's biographies start with them being born into poverty?

This is not meant to be inspiration porn, these people are just ones who were able to find ways to make art despite their struggles. They shouldn't have had to struggle at all, but god imagine how many more artisrs and writers we could have had if none of them had to overcome those struggles. It breaks my heart to think of all the wonderful art that never got to exist because no one helped the people who could have made it actually have the time, money, support, and safety they needed to make it. AI would not have saved them because making art isn't the problem, being disadvantaged is the problem. Living in a world that refuses to make room for you is the problem. Being fucking poor is the problem. Humans have always found ways to make art despite huge barriers, the solution isn't a computer that makes art for them, it's SUPPORT AND MONEY SO THEY CAN OVERCOME THOSE BARRIERS AND MAKE THEIR OWN ART.

As a last example: I love watching dancing and I would love to be able to dance, but I'm terrible at it(I got kicked off a dance team for not being able to learn the dance at all despite spending weeks on it, idk my brain wasn't made for dancing) and my disabled body makes it more pain than pleasure if not actively dangerous, anyway. Having a robot dressed to look like me dance next to me while I get to watch would not make me feel like I'm getting to dance. It would actually be extremely fucking demoralizing and frustrating. I would hate that!!

Having an AI spit out a painting or book would not make me feel like I got to paint or write a book. It's a fucking anamatronic doll running on stolen ideas and it will never be the same as getting to actually expirience the joy of creating art first hand. AI is not the solution. Helping people who need it is the solution. And I am CONSTANTLY pissed to think about all the time and money that goes into these fucking AI programs that would be better spent helping disabled and poor people get the help they need so they can make art themselves, all while the people running the nightmare plagiarism pollution machines pretend that their horrible inventions exist to help people like me.

[sp-growingpains]

Hi hi again!! I havent gotten around to answering your ask yet, but in the meantime let me ask about your girl Jean once more 🫶🫶

1. How would you define Jean's style and aesthetic? What kind of clothes does she wear: is it more form or function? What clutters her room?

2. Does she have pets/would want pets in the future? If so, what kind of pet?

3. I'm not sure if you've answered this one before, but what kind of job would Jean have? And do you have a Post Covid design for her?

4. Since I asked about her SOT AU last time, can you tell me about her TFBW/superhero version?

Hi you!! I'm so glad you're back! You genuinely brighten my day! When I get over my crippling fear of being annoying, you will be bombarded with love back!

LET ME COOK CHAT!!

What an Ass-testic!

I've always seen Jean as a person who prides comfort over style.

When she's a kid, she's all about overalls and things with pockets. The front pocket of her overalls has any cool bug she finds and/or a cool lizard! The freakier looking the creature the more likely it's going to stuffed into the pocket, at least until someone makes her put it back.

Middle school turns to gym clothes mostly. Jean is 100% that fucko who's wearing basketball shorts in the cold, the baggy kind that come down to your knees. But this is also where she starts wearing more band shirts! Dio, Pink Floyd, Nirvana, Black Sabbath...the whole nine yards!

High school, there's not much of a change. The only difference is that she starts to embrace the fact that she is in fact a woman. It's around this time where she begins the uphill struggles of accepting her body. Jean honestly thinks for a long time that she's a lumbering, giant. (I won't go into this too much because I'm working on a tiny fic that goes into her inner monolog). Long story short, through the help of the other girls, she begins to wear skirts. She starts small, putting shorts under them and if it gets to be too much she carries a pair of jeans with her. But this era of Jean is what I could only lovingly describe as "Tony Hawk Underground 2 grunge."

When she's an adult, she grows a little more and gets comfortable in her own skin. She realizes that her height shouldn't restrict what she wears and rocks the punk/80s rock style.

If we had to pick a defining clothing item, the "poof ball hat" or the "orange parka" for her, it would he her blue jean jacket. The one with her patched all over them. That jacket she keeps as long as she can, each patch she has on there is for someone special to her. (I plan on redrawing that soon!)

Her space!

Oh man, is it embarrassing to say that I've redone her room like three times in the sims? Her room is what most can relate to where it's an ADHD mess. Like, she understands where everything is because it's in its own little special place. If she cleans it or organizes it, it might as well be gone. That's not to say her room is insanely messy... just well lived.

For starters, lots of posters and pictures. The picture with her and Stan gives a good little look. Jean has those lights and printed photos along her walls, hanging from her ceiling. Posters of horror movies and different bands she's seen live! Beside them are her different instruments. Guitars of different sizes and colors, a few bases, maybe a few records.

The only guitar that isn't up on the wall is her purple one. That stays beside her bed or on her back. When she's bored or feels the need to practice, it's within arms reach. I can see her also having a few energy drinks within reach as well.

She chooses sentimental over material value. The only thing she really splurges on is her bed! She's a tall lady and treats herself to many blankets and pillows. On it is her old stuffed rabbit. You know the kinda plushy that's old as hell and has clearly been patched up too many times, so it looks kinda creepy? Yeah, that's just sitting there in her room, sometimes on her beanbag chair.

Pets~!

While Jean would have loved a dog, especially when she was younger, she's not really responsible enough for one. She neglects herself quite often, and even though I just went into detail about her room, she's not home if she can help it. Jean understands that it's not fair for any pet, so she doesn't really get one until she's an adult. Though she does live vicariously through Stan with Sparky. Or Cartman with his cat!

I can see her doing some research and getting a snake when she's an adult! Probably a Western Hognose Snake! She'd fall in love with their goofy little faces. Letting it rest on her shoulders and neck when she finally gets comfortable with being home. That little guy makes it easier to want to be home!

Poss-Cauvid

I do have a design for her! Maybe once I finish the mountain of projects I have, I'll post an actual picture! I don't see Jean changing too much!

This one is pretty close, though! Jean keeps up with her body, growing to really love it! The only real difference that I would add is that she kinda ditches the braids and starts putting her hair up in a bun. The only time she cut her hair was when she was a kid, and she looked a little too much like Tweek and swore never again. So she keeps her hair long, and the braids just get to be too much. That and she gets a few tattoos! But those are on her back and on her calves, and I'm still debating an arm one for her. (One of them will be a call out to Rhea Ripley because that's who I based Jean's body type off of!)

Professional Dumby

I have talked about it before, but it never hurts to say it again! I kinda said it in passing anyway!

Jean stays in South Park her entire life. That mountain town is her home, it's a part of her. It's something she loves with all her heart.

So, of course, she centers her career around the very thing that made her who she is. Music!

Jean is a high-school music teacher full time! It isn't until the very last minute of high school that she figures this out. Teaching some younger kids how to play guitar because she got roped into volunteer work, and she finds that she's pretty good at it!

The music and arts are very important to her! Especially in such a little town!

Fractured, Broken Even

Oh baby! You know AUs are my favorite thing to ramble about! So yeah, I have a design for her Superhero!AU design. I scrapped it a few times and I've got to work on it again but I based it heavily off of Pizzaz from Gem and the Holograms!

She's not a hero, just like her TSOT!AU, she's an antagonist!

If we're talking about them being kids: She puts on this 80s glam wig, paints her face these vibrant colors of orange and green. Grabs her stupid little guitar and causes problems! Why should Professor Chaos have all the fun? He shouldn't be the only one! Besides, it's unfair that South Park has two superhero teams and theirs only like one antagonist (and Cartman). She's goofy and plays up wanting an arch-nemesis so bad it makes her look stupid!

As for the AU: Jean Wellman only wants one thing in life, the consistency in every universe, and that's to be remembered and loved. What better way to do that than to carve your name into music. So she takes to the stages and gives the people all that she is.

That is until a fight between The Freedom Pals and Professor Chaos crashes into one of her shows. Electricity from the Professor goes haywire, hitting the wanna be Rockstar. Stage lights, wires, amps, the screams of the crowd. It's all she hears before things go dark.

Wires

Amps

Sound

...

Wires

Amps

Sound

...

Music

She hears it. Feels it thumping in her veins. She's not carving her name into music, it's carving itself into her.

And fuck does it feel good. It makes her feel alive. More alive than she's ever felt on stage.

That's when those buzzing fluorescence lights pry her eyelids open. When she comes to, her body feels like energy. Feels like a power cord.

Her hair's changed. A single bolt of blue through her raven locks. It's puffed out just like those 80s glam rockers she grew up loving so much. It won't go down anymore, but why would she want it to?

It's when she checks herself out of the hospital, her legs taking her back to the stage where it happened, that every step feels like she's walking on air. It's when she pulls her guitar out of the wreckage, seeing how it's still in great condition. It's when she slams her nails across the metal strings, and it plays the perfect note; that it all clicks and makes sense.

She cackles, it crackles.

She laughs, it echos.

She's a star baby, and everyone is gonna know it.

Name: Hologram

Class: Baster/Support

》 Hologram uses a mix of short-range attacks mixed with long-range support moves. She is by no means an ally to anyone, however. Constantly playing both sides. She's a hero when it's convenient and fun, a bad guy when she thinks the tides are a little unfair. Her favorite thing to do is to get the crowd going! Order has no room in her life. It's all about the show!

○ First Move: Catch The Rift- Hologram pulls a cord on her trusty guitar, and in a straight line, enemies are staggered back by the sick rifts. (Causes enemies in a straight line, up to 3 spaces, to get knocked back. Causes confusion.)

○ Second Move: Amp Up- Hologram strums her guitar, and the music heals the soul, rejuvenating her allies. (Small AOE heal in a cross pattern from her location. Cures debuffs)

○ Third Move: Punk Tactics - Hologram brings down the axe crushing legs and hitting below the belt. (A front melee attack that deals massive damage, Causes stun. Can be used every other turn)

☆ Special: Backstage Pass- Hologram steps up to the stage and demands the attention of the crowd. All eyes on her, her song causes the crowd to get lost in the music! (Attacks the entire battlefield. Enemies are charmed and shocked. Allies get an attack up. Does no actual damage.)

How Well She Plays With Others

Fastpass: Is her favorite hero, one of the only heroes in her eyes. Not only is he a true hero, but he's fun! He's so much fun! His speed makes every fight a challenge. Less a game of cat and mouse, and more like two lighting storms going at it. Flashy, hard to predict, charming. What's not to love?

"Fastpass! Can I get an autograph!? Wanna sign the guitar? Come ooooon buddy! Surely you have the time?"

> Will most likely team up with

> More likely to quip with (which she loves)

> Will try to outrun just because it's funny

Captain Diabetes: Her second favorite hero. This is the other true hero to Hologram! She knows that when it comes down to it, he will always do the right thing. Which means he's perfect for the show! Hologram often puts him in a predicament where he's forced to choose. Chase her or save the victims? Knowing him, he always chooses to save civilians. Hologram then makes a scene about it.

"Look at you! You'll do anything for these people! God, you're amazing! You're my favorite superstar!"

> Will never team-up with him, despite really wanting to.

> Loves getting him riled up, even though it's incredibly bad for her

> It's absolutely a game of cat and mouse with him

Toolshed: The fix it hero. He was the one who brought her to the hospital. The reason she can hear the music. The reason why the electricity hit her in the first place. If he hadn't dodged that attack. If he hadn't been there. Well, she wouldn't be the main event. He made her. So she owes it to him to make him a real hero! Hologram knows if she breaks it, he'll always fix it. Make it better! Like he did her!

He's a hero, sure, but he's not a real hero. Not yet. He's got some imperfections, little kinks that she's more than happy to work out! The day she knows she's won is when he acknowledges her as his arch-nemises.

"Look at me! You made me a star! You made me something! It's the least I can do for you, Toolshed! You need me to make you a hero!"

> Will never team-up with him

> Wants more than anything for the city to love him like they love Mysterion

> Acknowledgment or not, she's gonna make him a hero

Human Kite: An alien? From the stars? How fucking rad is that!? At least Hologram thinks so. Her favorite thing to do is to knock him out of the sky. It's a game to her because, in actuality, no one flies higher than her. No one is ever allowed to make her look like a stage hand! She's the main event, and no one from this planet or the next is gonna take that from her! If he remembers that and stays out of her way, they can work together. She'll even let him play alongside her...if he's good.

"You never fucking learn, maybe you need another lesson. Call for backup, I want them to watch me knocking you outta my sky."

> Will team-up with him sometimes, but she'll be pissy about it.

> She does think it's really fucking cool that he can shoot lasers out of his eyes and that he's an alien, it's all jealousy really

> If she successfully knocks him out of the sky, she'll make a show of catching him, smirking the entire time.

Professor Chaos: What a funny guy. What a perfect opener, like those small bands that open for the main event! He's got plans that are beyond her understanding, but they're fun! If they leave room for her and they don't get in the way of her goals, then he's fine! If the city starts to love Mysterion a little more because of him, though, she's gonna have some words for the Professor.

"Look Proff, I owe ya. You're part of the reason I'm like this...but lets not pretend you're the only one playing games. Some of us want a turn too."

> Will team-up with him with no complaints, even follow orders to a degree

> If she thinks it's funny, she'll turn the tables and go rogue

> Is a pain in the ass for both sides, it's only fair!

Callgirl: The last and final true hero on her list. This woman can do no wrong in her eyes! This woman's presence both online and in person leave Hologram star-struck. She's the one person who's allowed to share a stage with her. If only the female hero could see that!

"You're her! You're Callgirl! I'm a huge fan! Can I write your theme song?"

> Will always team-up with her unless Toolshed is involved!

> Constantly tries to get a photo with her. Often photo-bombing if she can help it

> Was a fan of Callgirl before she became Hologram, still follows her social media!

As for the others? She's not really concerned about them. They're small stuff. Boring. Or at least they haven't given her a reason to give a shit. Although, Wonder Tweek's lightning is fun. She loves the feeling of it, tastes like coffee for some reason?

[squarebracket-trickster]

Happy STS! Hopefully without spoiling too much, talk about a side character you'd love to write their own story for

to be honest, I don't really want to write a story for any of the side characters in my current WIP. I don't even want to write a sequel for Isadred's story. My goal with this story was to write a standalone with a simple plot and I have taken great pains not to allow myself to let it spiral out of control. I think the narrative I have written explores all of these characters as much as I want to. It's not that I don't find these characters interesting, it's just that it is the way their personalities mesh with the themes and plot of this story that makes them so. I developed the story first, then the characters to serve it. I can't really see them outside of it (or at least, such a story would not be as fun for me to write). I don't consider these my favourite or more memorable of my OCs; this WIP is more about the story (all the elements coming together) than anything else.

However, I do have side characters in other WIPs that I ended up creating stories of their own for. The most egregious of these offenses would have to be a character named Darius in a science-fantasy paracosm of mine which inspires content for my WIPs 1 and 3 (I number them until I can think up a good name; they are numbered in order of when I first came up with them). Darius was the crown prince of a neighbouring empire who I hadn't really developed beyond giving him a name and saying he had gorgeous, shoulder-length hair.

One day, just for fun, I decided to give him a romance. I created a character named Sylah to be his girlfriend (eventually). Sylah is not considered a human being under the laws of Darius's empire; her ancestors were engineered in a lab to supposedly be ideal slaves. It is a commonly held belief that she and those like her are incapable of making their own decisions and having original thoughts. When she and Darius first meet they are both somewhat innocent teenagers who have internalized much of this propaganda and are struggling to break free of it. It takes these two many years to actually get together because they both have a lot to unlearn before they even begin to see each other as more than "acquaintances committing treason together... who also occasionally sleep together".

Darius was the side character I chose to explore, but hilariously it is Sylah who has become one of my four favourite OCs of all time. She's a little vibrating ball of spite and sweetness, and she will stab you with a triangle blade and twist it while making eye contact. Their romance is the favourite I have ever come up with.

Sylah first confesses her love to Darius like (@macabremoons I'm including this because I know you're gonna love this<333):

Morning sun kisses the silk sheets a warm gold. The room is still save Darius's light, steady breathing beside her. Between priceless paintings, the windows are streaked with the bright orange of sunrise--Darius's favourite colour. Sylah sometimes wonders whether it is because of that night, the one where they stayed up until the dawn glowed above them dancing to old music from Earth on the balcony in the rain. She could care less about the silk and the paintings, but whenever someone asked her what she fought for--what she wanted her future to look like--she often had to stop herself from blurting, sunrises with Darius. "Fuck," Sylah whispers under her breath. Darius, his eyes bleary with sleep, rolls his head to her with a silent question. "I think I'm in love with you, you jerk." Sylah smacks him squarely with a pillow. Darius falls back asleep with a heavy sigh.

[aranyasaeli]

[ nychaa nuttanicha, cis woman, she/her ] - was that ARANYA SAELI i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-SIX year old who has been in nightrest for HER ENTIRE LIFE and works  as a/an TWITCH STREAMER has a reputation of being AFFECTIONATE, but also NAIVE. they reside in STOUGHTON ESTATES & people in town usually associate them with TRENDY, GIRLY CLOTHING BOUGHT FROM AN ONLINE SHOP, THE SCENT OF VANILLA, LATE NIGHTS AWAKE AND ONLINE, & AN AURA OF INNOCENCE let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

BASIC INFORMATION:

FULL NAME: Aranya Saeli

NICKNAMES: Ari

DATE OF BIRTH: July 1st, 1998 (26)

ETHNICITY: Thai-American

FACE CLAIM: Fah Yongwaree

HAIR & EYE COLOR: Dark Brown

HEIGHT: 5’4”

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: a few small tattoos, belly button piercing

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

OCCUPATION: twitch streamer

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english & thai

BACKGROUND:

the youngest of her family, aranya would likely describe her upbringing as peaceful and loving. her mother was an art teacher at the very high school she attended, and her father owned his own law firm. both of her parents, in addition to her older brother, were seen as academically intelligent, a trait that wasn’t necessarily passed on to aranya. it wasn’t that she wasn’t smart, it just tended to take her longer to learn things, and she’d always found it difficult to stay focused on school.

in high school, she was popular, largely due to the fact that she was seen as a sweet, beautiful cheerleader that just wasn’t very bright. her heart was very pure growing up, and she often just saw the best in people and struggled to see when people would take advantage of her naive nature. 

despite her image in school, the only real interest she had in a career was in gaming. video games felt like the only thing that really kept her attention, and aranya began streaming on twitch while she was still in high school, largely gaining a following for her looks, and later for the fact that she was actually good at what she played.

her parents weren’t initially supportive of her choice to not go to college and decide to become an internet personality, but they eventually came around when they saw it was something she loved. though her family had always been upper middle-class, aranya’s following brought her into money that she’d never seen before, securing partnerships and brand deals along the way. for her twenty-fourth birthday, she bought a house for her and her family in stoughton estates, wanting to give back to her parents for supporting her dreams.

HEADCANONS

has been getting tattoos recently, loves the idea of having pretty art on your body so she tries to make her stuff thought out

yes she is inspired by pokimane ok zont come for me. started streaming seriously around the time fortnite got big and became one of the biggest girls playing the game at the time which gained her massive amounts of followers at a young age

she says she’s grown and become less naive compared to before but she really does still see the best in people, and is the type to fall for people’s tricks

very innocent and very slow at times. will not get your jokes so get ready to explain them so she can laugh

big life of the party gal!! wants everyone to feel included and have a good time

smiles. a lot. is a big lover. loves love and everything about it and will fall in love with someone without realizing it. gets very invested in her relationships even if they are short-lived

very much the type to let people step all over it and then laugh about it in public like haha no biggie but then go cry into her pillow at home.

secretly worries that people still view her as the dumb pretty girl. she’s not very book-smart but likes to think she makes up for it with street smarts and good people skills

lives on takeout, cannot cook. do not let her in a kitchen ever. she’s nice and will offer to cook but all you will get is something burnt im sorry

very trendy and into fashion. as an online shopping addiction for sure

WANTED CONNECTIONS

ummm u know like all the stuff (besties, friends, exes, flings/hookups, childhood friends, ppl that think she has rocks for a brain, etc)

[mareenavee]

The World on Our Shoulders | Chapter 22: Deep Down in Darkness

22nd of Morning Star 4E 202

For reasons Nyenna couldn’t quite figure out, Teldryn had returned to her room at some point in the night, even though he’d been renting the one right next door. He was still asleep on a bedroll on the floor as she gingerly stepped around him to gather some of her things for a bath. She could have sworn she’d locked the door when he’d left…but she couldn’t exactly remember. She’d had a lot on her mind, though. She’d also slept straight through the intrusion, which didn’t look great on her part. She really didn’t want to seem like someone who still needed protecting.

Eris would have been furious if he was still here. There was far too much that could have gone wrong. She thought back to one evening in the slums of Arenthia, early on in their flight. She’d been separated from him briefly in a crowded inn, and someone had pickpocketed her key to their room. That night was the first time she’d actually seen Eris kill anyone up close – and it had been almost soundless. Almost no struggle at all. He’d been sitting at the table in the corner, and the thief hadn’t known she’d been accompanied. It was over before Nyenna could scream. And they’d fled by the cover of shadows, leaving the thief sitting in the chair, light gone from his eyes, for the innkeeps to find the next morning.

She closed her eyes against the thought. At least this time, it’d just been Teldryn. She went to pick up her comb off the desk and noticed a rusty iron lockpick sitting next to his helmet. She sighed heavily. He’d mentioned the Thieves’ Guild. But it still didn’t explain why he’d come back here. There was no need for it.

“Get up,” she said in utter irritation, nudging his elbow with the side of her foot. He grumbled and turned away from her, pulling his blanket up over his head. She stepped over him and threw her pillow at him. He made an indignant noise and sat up, looking at her blearily.

“Excuse you,” he muttered and yawned.

“Don’t break into my room if you don’t feel like being woken up at dawn,” Nyenna quipped. She tossed the lockpick he’d left out over to him, which he almost dropped.

“It’s not even dawn yet!” Teldryn complained. He fell back onto his bedroll dramatically. “It can’t be!”

“Stop whinging,” she sighed. “You did this to yourself. Why are you even in here, anyway?”

“It was too quiet without all the snoring,” he hissed, scrubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“Snoring!?” she balked. She pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled angrily.

“Yes. You snore. Nobody told you?” Teldryn said through another yawn. He stood up and stretched, cracking his back and rolling his shoulders.

“No. And not a single bit of this makes any sense to me at all,” Nyenna said. “Would the sound not wake you up or bother you?”

“I’m not great at falling asleep in general. The silence makes it difficult for me,” Teldryn complained.

“That doesn’t give you leave to pick my lock and sneak around like a criminal,” she huffed. She turned on her heels. “Also, you’d managed all this time before I got here. Continue to do so.”

“Whatever you say, sera,” Teldryn muttered. She looked over her shoulder as she went to pull the door closed behind her. He was grinning stupidly to himself as stooped to put away his bedroll. She left in a rush and almost collided with Geldis. -> Keep reading on Ao3!

[confusedpan-da]

I WROTE IT!

Word count: ~2200

Summary:

With Bakugou gone on an internship with best Jeanist, Eiji is left alone to his own devices.

To try and distract himself he decides to raid the dorm’s shared sweets cabinet but… is that a white bunny in their kitchen pulling a bag of chocolate behind itself?!

Eiji can’t believe his eyes!

(In case you don’t want to go to ao3):

Eiji was so tired. 

He sighed as he looked at the black, stupid screen of his stupid phone in his stupid room. 

Why hasn’t Katsu send him anything till now?! A tragedy, truly. How dare he?! But then again Eiji was just frustrated and tired and Katsu had lots of work to do on his internship with best jeanist. 

The regressed boy sighed dramatically once more as he let himself fall head first into his bed. 

He didn’t want to go to Mina or Sero to babysit him! He wasn’t feeling that tiny! And Denks was out somewhere with someone but Eiji didn’t remember with who. He only remembered that he shouldn’t disturb.

Also, he didn’t need a babysitter! He needed Katsu! 

Or a playmate.

Not one of those adults! He pouted as he pulled his teddy bear Snow into his arms. 

Yeah, Mina was also lots of fun but she… it just wasn’t what Eiji wanted, or rather needed right now. Same with Sero.

His phone vibrated and he jumped up to look at the screen. Katsu finally texted!!!

-> ‘Hey, couldn’t answer. Best Jeanist is being a dick. Gotta go. I’ll call you later.’

Eiji’s pout deepened. ‘Later’. When was ‘later’?! He huffed and fell back down onto the soft sheets and pillow. 

“Katsu has to do adulty stuff Snow.”, he told the white teddy. 

“I know. Mean. Mhhhhh but we can have lots of fun on our own! Mhhhhhh we can…”, he looked around the room from where he was still laying. 

“I could read you a story! Erm… no… Katsu reads way better… I don’t wanna color because if I accidental color you that would be bad! But… we caaaaaannnnn… Ah!”, he jumped up again. 

A mischievous smile creeping onto his face. That’s it! It’s perfect! Something he hasn’t thought about till now and actually isn’t allowed to do when Katsu is there but that would he perfectly good to do alone! 

Rob the sweets cabinet of their dorm kitchen! 

Now, Eiji was a good kid mind you! It was just that Katsu was restricting his sugar intake a little. Not by a lot. He was still allowed to eat sweets but that amount was in no way enough!!! In Eijis mind at least… right now at least… actually it wasn’t a problem before… or ever… 

Anyways.

He quickly rushed to the shared dorm kitchen. Boredom making the euphoria oh so much sweeter as he gained speed. One of his hands tightly gripping Snow’s paw and the other reaching out to avoid bumping into corners. 

He had just rounded the last corner and taken direction of the cabinet when he stopped abruptly in his movements, almost tripping over his own feet.

His eyes widened in amazement as he spotted a little white rabbit pulling a bag of chocolate behind itself. The bag seemed a little too heavy for it and it was struggling. 

Eiji could swear he saw little beats of sweat on its forehead as it squeezed its eyes shut from exertion and without thinking he scooped it up from the ground. 

“Hi!”, he held the bunny up but it started kicking so he had to let it back down. (He definitely didn’t flinch because the bunny scared him). Maybe bunnies don’t like getting picked up? He didn’t know, he hadn’t really had any interactions with bunnies except for- oh!

“Are you Koji’s bunbun?”, he asked but the bunny was back to pulling the chocolate. 

“No no no! Chocolate isn’t good for bunnies!… I think… you can’t eat that!”, but the white ball of fluff didn’t listen to him and just continued on his task. 

Weird little thing, Eiji thought. 

But maybe it doesn’t even want to eat the sweets? But what else could it want with them then? Eiji looked over to his teddy. Sadly Snow didn’t answer him. 

Meanie. 

He pouted. 

“Mhhhh I can help you! I’ll be a really strong hero an I can help people really good! … and bunnies! You just have to show me to where!”, as if it understood him the bunny stopped, letting go of the bag and looking at him expectantly. Eiji blinked. 

Was he magical?!

He giggled softly to himself. He had to tell Katsu about this! This was sooo cool! 

Carefully he grabbed the bag of chocolate up from the ground and as soon as he held it securely, the bunny started sprinting off into the hallway. 

“Hey! Wait!”, but it only got faster and Eiji almost tripped multiple times while trying to follow.

Eventually though the white fluff stopped in front of a door and started scratching on the wood. Curiously Eiji looked around while holding his hand onto his chest right over his pounding heart. Then the door got opened, startling the boy a bit. 

Eiji was still trying to catch his breath, face probably as red as a tomato as his tongue stuck out while he panted. 

Slowly he directed his eyes towards the person now in front of him. Sure enough, that was a startled looking Koji. Both just stared at each other for what felt like years. But while Eiji was smiling brightly, the other boy was just fidgeting more and more, his cheeks slightly red. 

Eiji blinked. 

“Hi Koji! Your bunbun wanted to bring the chocolate bu it was too heavy for him so I carried it!”, he held out his hands with the little bag and the bunny just jumped past him into the room. 

Koji seemed conflicted for a short second, his hands going up to do something but Eiji was only half paying attention as he waited for a reply. 

It just dawned on him what exactly Koji had been doing when the other boy squeaked out a barely there “thanks”. 

“Oh! No! Sorry! You can sign! It’s okay! I learned a lot you know! I studied soooo much because Katsu is-", he stopped himself. Was he allowed to say that? It was no secret anymore but… 

But Eiji couldn’t continue the thought as Koji gave him a nervous smile. 

Oh oh! He signed! AND Eiji knew that one! He knew it really well and he could even sign that himself! A ‘thank you’! Yay! The redhead was so proud of himself! 

But the other still hadn’t taken the bag of chocolate from Eiji… 

“You wanted this, right? Take!”, he held it up towards the others face again. Koji took another startled step back. His eyes were quickly looking from Eiji towards the chocolate and back. Still silence. Usually Koji would be shy but not this shy. Eiji tilted his head. 

“Do you like chocolate?”, the other nodded and Eiji beamed at him. 

“Can we share? I wanted chocolate as well!”

‘Sorry.’, the other signed.

“You didn’t take it away from me! Don’t worry!”, the kid panicked a little. He didn’t want to make Koji uncomfortable! 

“If you don’t want to share that’s fine! I can get something else!”, the mischievous smile creeped back onto his face. Before he continued, he looked around the hallway, making sure no one was there to hear. 

Then he whispered: “Because no one is there to stop me, so I can have lots and no one can be mean about it!”, he giggled but stopped himself as a big thought made it’s way into the back of his head. 

That was weird. Koji probably thinks that was weird. You should have given him the chocolates and ran. You aren’t helping anyone right now…

It had almost just been enough to make his mood turn. To rip him out of his headspace but then he heard a giggle from the door. Koji laughed! Or well, giggled. Eiji blinked. Did that mean he didn’t think that that was weird? 

‘I thought the same’, the other signed and the redhead broke back out into smiles and giggles as well. That’s right, Koji was nice. Shy but nice. If anything Eiji probably just shocked him a little. 

The next thing he knew was that Koji was motioning for the redhead to come inside and Eiji willingly took the opportunity to get closer to the other. It wasn’t every day he got to be invited into the others room! He needed to cherish this moment! 

But, he reminded himself, he also needed to be a really really nice boy because this was entirely spontaneous and Koji usually avoided that. So no more shocking him! Eiji isn’t Denks! He giggled at his own little play of words as he let himself fall onto the ground in the middle of the room. 

Koji followed and sat down next to him. The movement was a little stiff but soon the bunny jumped onto Koji’s lap and he relaxed a little. 

“Your bunbun is so cute!”, Eiji whispered. The room was so quiet, it felt out of place to talk loudly. Katsu would be proud of him! 

Koji only slightly turned to him, his eyes turning into half moons as he also smiled. His hands seemingly too preoccupied by petting the bunny. 

“Can I pet too?”

Koji nodded and soon Eiji’s fingers gently landed in the bunny’s fur. It was so soft! His eyes opening wider in surprise. Sure, it had looked fluffy but it was… he couldn’t even describe the kind of fireworks going up in his own brain as he touched it. His teddy bear could never. 

He apologetically looked next to himself and onto Snow. Sure, Snow had a fuzzy white fur but… well… it just couldn’t compare! Sorry Snow.

He prompted to burying his hands in the fur for a good who-knows minutes until he remembered the chocolates again. He expectantly looked at the other. 

“Choco?”, he asked. He suddenly wasn’t feeling all too big anymore but hoped it wasn’t that obvious. Koji only smiled softly at him and nodded. He gently lifted the bunny from his lap, placing it on the carpet and took the bag of chocolates. 

“Here.”, he whispered, putting one piece in front of Eiji and the redhead excitedly took it. 

“Thank u!”, he quickly unwrapped it to stuff it into his mouth. The sweetness was instantly there and filled his whole mouth. Eiji loved chocolate! He expectantly looked at Koji again when he had cleared his mouth and another chocolate was placed in front of him. 

Again Eiji looked at Koji with puppy dog eyes after it was gone and the other huffed out a soft laugh before giving another. This time, when Eiji took it, the other pet his red hair and Eiji leaned into the touch. 

Sadly it didn’t last long because the hand was removed almost as if in a panic. Eiji looked up to find Koji blushing wildly, holding his hand as if he wanted to reprimand himself. The redhead stared with wide eyes. Did he remind Koji of an animal he was feeding? Like a cat or dog? That was kinda cute, Eiji decided. He liked dogs. And bunnies. And if that was a way for Koji to loosen up a bit, so be it. 

“It’s oke. Liked it!”, he reassured the other. 

Somehow this was like a play date. Eiji really liked this! It was silent. Not like when he had play dates with Denks or playing with Mina or Sero. But it was nice. Just eating chocolates together and watching the bunny eat a lettuce leave that was laying there for it. 

Eventually Eiji’s eyes drifted over the rest of the room and got caught on Koji’s bed. 

Plushies. 

So many plushies! 

How could Eiji forget that Koji loved cute stuff? Those stuffies were adorable. Eiji had the sudden urge to ask for names but had a hunch that Koji wasn’t in a talking mood right now. 

Those plushies looked really cuddly tho… 

Eiji suddenly remembered how tired he actually was and yawned. Koji smiled at him and with a hushed voice asked: “Nap time?”, and Eiji nodded. 

Sleepily he pushed himself up into a standing position. If Katsu were here now Eiji would have made grabby hands for the other to carry him but he had enough self awareness to remember that Katsu wasn’t here. 

Right… he’d be alone tonight. 

Eiji hadn’t even realized his smile had dropped into a pout until Koji looked at him with sympathy and fidgeted a little as if he was rolling a thought around in his head that was conflicting.

‘Sleep here?’ He signed and Eiji almost let his yaw drop. He looked from Koji towards his bed full of soft plushies and back until he nodded. 

A few minutes later the other had laid out a makeshift bed for Eiji with one of his softest blankets and the redhead looked at it almost teary eyed. Koji was so nice! He made a mental note to beg Katsu to bake him something when he came back. He’d use his puppy dog eyes, Katsu couldn’t possibly say no! 

The rest of the evening went by just as quiet as before. Barely words spoken, barely even eye contact held but it was weirdly comforting for Eiji. It made him a little less sad about his carer not being here. 

And that’s how he fell asleep, hugging snow and one of Koji’s stuffies the other had lend him as well. 

He should visit Koji more often to eat chocolate with him!

I want to write about Eijirou having a blast while cuddling Koda’s bunny and Koda slowly getting out of his shell and then they just have fun.

But my brain is only giving me writers block (̥ ̥এ́ ̼ এ̥̀)̥̥

so you can imagine how stressful life is for me right now (　³ω³ )

[radiant-reid]

Wish You Were Sober

A/n: so, this is an AU because I love the song, and I love Conan, and I wanted to write a fic about it and I also love fuckboy!Reid. He could have been the douchiest guy in Caltech if he wanted to and no one can convince me otherwise. additionally, i know Caltech doesn't have frats but for the purpose of this, they do

Summary: Being in love with Spencer is exhausting when he only admits to his feelings for you when he's drunk

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst/Fluff)

Content warning: heavy alcohol consumption

Word Count: 6.9k

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College can be exhausting. Even when it's not exam season and classes aren't too difficult, the parties, socializing, and friendships are attention-demanding.

It was always essential for Y/n to fit in. After high school, Caltech felt like a fresh start. Somewhere away from home where she could grow up into herself. A reinvention and a chance to be free.

The friendship-making started on her first day with her roommate, and then anyone the more extroverted girl chatted to. Y/n was grateful someone was there to make the introductions and get the invites to parties because she would have struggled on her own, and there was no one that made friends as quickly as Alexis did.

Lexi immediately gravitated towards Mason, who was somehow- and Y/n didn't exactly know how- involved in her ex-best friend's life in high school, who was a package deal with Miles, Spencer, and Ethan, and Y/n quickly discovered that being around them was always entertaining.

Even though the ordeals of their freshman year, all six of them managed to remain friends. Other people came in and out of their lives separately and as a group, but nothing stopped them from being friends.

Sophomore year only made their bond tighter, and Lexi and Y/n stayed sharing a dorm. They all saw each other almost every day, a rare feat according to other friend groups around campus.

Like a lot of afternoons, when Y/n got back to her room after classes, she could hear all five of them from Lexi's adjourning room. "Y/n, hey." She waved through the doorway as Y/n put her things down on her desk.

Once she was done, she walked into Lexi's room, noticing Mason's arm wrapped around Lexi's shoulder-an eyebrow-raiser- Miles and Ethan on the couch, and Spencer sitting on her desk.

Her room was more decorated than Y/n's with lots of pillows, a big tapestry, and a small fridge, hence why they all usually hung out in there.

"Hey, everyone who didn't have class." Y/n quipped, knowing most of them were probably still meant to be in class.

"Spencer here already finished the course," Ethan informed her, slapping his friend's back proudly. Y/n knew they were friends from back home in Vegas and they'd known each other for years.

Her mouth dropped wide open as she stood in the doorway. "No fucking way, the whole undergraduate engineering course?" Spencer looked up at her with his big brown eyes, pretty smirk, and chiseled features. He nodded at her, hair flopping up and down. "Unfair." She complained, but the statement was about everything regarding Spencer.

Not only were his smarts unfair, but he was gorgeous, easily the most gorgeous person she'd ever seen. Even his a-typical choice of clothing- collared shirts and dress pants- added to how charming he looked. It just wasn't fair that he was beautiful and intelligent. And now, it wasn't fair that he was finished with the class she was enrolled in, and she wouldn't get to daydream while looking at him

"If you need any help with it." He offered. Oh yeah, as if he couldn't get any better, he was kind, kinder than any 19-year-old boy she knew.

Mostly...

"Thanks." She smiled, trying not to blush too much.

Lexi, hitting Y/n's arm, drew her attention away from Spencer. "We need to plan your birthday party."

"Why?" Y/n complained, throwing her head back. She was being bugged about it for a week, but she'd hoped Lexi would forget it. "I'm turning 20, that's not exactly significant."

"It took 20 years and 100,000 slaves to build the Great Pyramid of Giza, which is the largest and oldest pyramid in El Giza." Spencer pipped up, joining the conversation with one of his odd facts. It really wasn't a surprise that he could finish a degree so fast when he retained random facts like that.

Lexi nodded at the information, clearly not as interested in it as Y/n was. "It's also, what's his name's birthday?" She asked, turning to the guy when his arm slung around her shoulder.

"Logan," Mason filled in the blank for her.

"Yeah, you know him, right, Y/n?" She asked, looking up at her friend.

Y/n didn't. At least, not really. She'd heard his name but all the faces of frat guys tend to blend together after a while. "Yeah, sure." She answered.

"Well, you just so happen to be birthday twins, and I just so happened to convince him to let you in on the celebrations." She announced the plan.

"It's a frat party, Lex, everyone's invited," Y/n stated, wondering if her friend had forgotten that obvious fact.

"Especially since you're girls," Miles added in before going back to his conversation with Spencer, Mason, and Ethan about basketball.

Lexi looked up at Y/n with big pleading eyes. "They're getting a massive cake and it'll have both your names on it. Plus, their frat house is awesome."

She sighed loudly, demonstrating her annoyance. Lexi's appeal as a friend was because of her hyper-social nature, but it had come back to bite her. "Okay, Lex, and thank you."

"Yay!" She squealed, springing up and wrapping her arms around the other girl. "We've got to go dress shopping, like, asap."

"You have class this afternoon." Y/n reminded her, mostly because she didn't want to go dress shopping.

Lexi threw her hand in the air nonchalantly. "Chem sucks, I can skip it."

"How did you actually get into Caltech?" She wondered, joking with her best friend.

"Still not sure." She answered, frowning for a moment. Checking over her shoulder to make sure the boys were still occupied, she pulled Y/n into her room: a clear sign some gossip was about to happen. "Okay, so your little genius boy's done with Engineering now and he's doing a masters so he can get his doctorate, but he's starting a chemistry degree."

Y/n's mouth dropped open again in astonishment before her brain caught up. "He's not my little genius boy." She emphasized, rolling her eyes at the subtle teasing. "If the word on the street's worth listening to, he's everyone's above-average genius boy."

Still, there was more gossip to come. "Most recently, Soraya, I heard," Lexi revealed the newfound information. "Mason told me."

Y/n didn't want to comment on the Spencer news, and she was thankful Lexi gave her a way out. "Yeah, what the hell is going on with you two?"

"Oh, just some drama with the ex-best friend, ex-girlfriend." Lexi answer, waving her hand around at the unimportance of it all.

"Sounding a toxic way to start a relationship, Lex," Y/n warned, not trying to scold her friend.

Lexi gave her an annoyed look, probably proving the point her friend was trying to make. "Not more toxic than being in love with someone with two opposite personalities."

"I'm not-"

Her defense quickly got interrupted. "Yo, are you guys coming to lunch or what?" Ethan asked, peeking his head around into the room.

Lexi linked her arm with Y/n, any feuding words between them a distant memory as they walked out of her bedroom together. "You guys eat like machines," Lexi commented, punching her maybe-boyfriend's arm.

The party came too soon for Y/n's liking. It wasn't that she hated going out, it had become what she was accustomed to a few times a month, but it was her birthday and she would have preferred a nice dinner with her friends, a movie, and some snack.

Like any good party, it had a theme: Princesses or Princes- an amendment that was quickly made- and Superheros. Although it wasn't her first choice, Y/n ended up in a glittery, tight, yellow dress that reached her mid-thigh. With enough makeup for backstage of Milan fashion week, Y/n and Lexi were leaving their place.

"No, you didn't!" Y/n squealed when they got onto the street, and a limo was waiting for them.

"I didn't," Lexi assured her. "But a frat guy who's keen on you did, and I let him."

She was definitely proud of herself and Y/n wasn't going to argue so together they got into the limo, letting it drive them the short distance to the frat house.

It was already loud. Even loud for a college party. The blaring hip-hop was too loud outside of the house and she didn't want to imagine what it would be like inside, but she quickly found out.

There were people everywhere, even outside, and there were even more of them inside. It was hot, too, no doubt from everyone's body heat.

After only being there for a few seconds, an arm was slung around her shoulder, and a drink was placed in her hand in a pink solo cup. "Hey, birthday princess." It was the birthday boy himself, grinning at her with a drunk smile.

"Nice outfit," Y/n commented, glancing down at the Superman boxers that Logan was wearing. Only Superman boxers. He fit all of the conveniently attractive boxes with his muscular figure from all the time he spent playing football. Apparently, he also had no shame, and if his reputation was anything to go by, he was the funny guy.

"I'll let you take them off me." He offered, winking at her to match the bold statement.

She was used to it, well, as used to it as one can be. "I'm not drunk enough for that." She bit back, knowing they all love it when you're mean to them.

"Drinks are over there, princess." He informed her, nodding into another room. "Find me when you've had enough."

Charming. "I will not take you up on that," Y/n assured him, nodding like she wasn't rejecting him.

"I got you a gift." He told her, removing his slightly sweaty bare arm from around her. In his other hand, where she hadn't been looking, was a gold crown and a red sash.

She then noticed he also had a crown on, a matching one. "Best gift I've gotten today." She proclaimed, mainly to inflate his ego. Who said she couldn't flirt with him for harmless fun?

"Mm, not until-" He was cut off by someone standing in front of them. "Yo, Reid, what's up?" Logan asked, clasping his hand and pulling him into a bro hug.

Spencer. In an extravagant blue suit with ruffles on his sleeves and around the neck. He'd clearly put a lot of work into his hair, and it looked like a founding father's, but it was kind of attractive.

Why everyone continued to call him by his last name, she didn't know, but it started when someone-someone stupid-assumed his name was Reid Spencer which wouldn't have been stupid had it not been written 'Reid, Spencer.' Now it was just what he went by.

"Sup, man," Spencer replied, his eyes locking with Y/n's. He might have been the first guy all evening not to stare directly at her tits. "Nice necklace." She glanced at the little rose charm, smiling at the fact he'd caught that little detail. "And happy birthday." He remembered before snapping out of his staring and turning back to Logan. "To both of you."

"Thanks, dude," Logan replied. "C'mon, they're doing kegstands outside." He said, tipping his head to the side. "You've gotta remind us all why you're number one."

Spencer gave her a little wave, turning with Logan to walk outside. "It's all about the attitude..." She caught just a few words as they walked away. For someone so intelligent, Spencer didn't always do smart things.

Then she stopped thinking about him, walking through the house to find someone else to talk with after she dumped the pink solo cup that Logan had given her.

It wasn't a bad party, probably one of the best she'd been to. There were enough people she knew for her to talk to and people she didn't know who came up to her, wishing her a happy birthday.

She was talking with some girl- Stacy, maybe- when she was forced to think about Spencer again. It came in the form of catching his eyes while he stood at the end of a table. There were cups in a triangle form in front of him, all 10 of them still there.

He looked unfairly pretty with the darkness and neon lights around him. And his eyes were locked on hers, ignoring the girl who Y/n knew to be Soraya beside him for a second.

He threw his head back with a white ball bounced into one of his cups, his Adam's apple becoming more prominent. Y/n couldn't hear what he was saying, but he leaned over to speak into Soraya's ear before she picked up his cup, drank a bit before holding it to Spencer's pretty pink lips and pouring the rest down his throat.

"You know, I heard he once bet 10 guys in a row, like not getting new cups." Stacy, or maybe Sara, informed her.

"It's the Math and Engineering degrees," Y/n mumbled to her.

Stacy, Sara, or Shelly nodded, clearly ready for more gossip. "I heard he's hooking up with Lexi-oh shit, I guess you already knew that, though."

Y/n had to consciously stop herself from having a noticeable reaction to the news. Her blood ran cold, and it was stupid because Spencer wasn't anything to her but a friend. Surely, Lexi wouldn't... maybe she would. "I'll have to ask her to confirm that one." She tried to joke, and it got the drunk girl laughing, but she couldn't bring herself to.

They talked for a while longer before they both got dragged away to talk to other people, but her thoughts were on Spencer and Lexi all night.

The evening wore on, her shoes were too tight, the alcohol was too warm, her friends had started to disappear, and the music was starting to give her a headache.

With Logan searching for her, it was time to get out of there. There were just too many people, so the best way she could think to leave was out a bathroom window.

In a tight dress, it was difficult, and her eyes snapped up from trying to maneuver herself when the door twisted open and a certain prince slipped inside.

"Spencer, what the fuck? Why are you in here?" She asked, sounding mad.

"I can pick locks." He casually informed her. Of course, he could because that was a completely normal skill.

Y/n still didn't move from her spot, eyes boring into his. "And what if I was peeing?"

He didn't look concerned, just shrugged and stood there. The perfect hairstyle that must have taken him a long time to do had become unkempt over the course of the night. "What are you doing, princess?"

She huffed at him, getting down from the window since it was really uncomfortable. "That's not my name."

Never did he refer to her by name, just some form of sarcastic nickname. Lexi tried to claim it as proof, which would be believable if he said it with a smile and not a smirk.

"Is it Soraya?" He taunted, tipping his head down to look at her.

"Shut up." She quickly replied, huffing out of her nose furiously at him.

Spencer chuckled at her, that stupid smirk that she wanted to smack on his face. He stepped closer to her, drawing her face up with a finger under her chin. The heat in her cheeks couldn't be cooled down by the cold breeze coming through the open window. She really didn't want to be so close to him, but she made no attempt to push him further away.

"You're cute when you're mad." He mentioned, tongue darting out along his lips.

There was no point in defending it. "Don't start." She warned, shaking her head and turning back around to look at her escape.

Another Spencer shrug as he stepped back and gave her some room to breathe without his intoxicating cologne. "So, what are you doing in here, Y/n L/n?"

"Leaving," Y/n replied firmly, spinning back around. She climbed up to the closed toilet seat so she could get on the window.

He came to stand next to her, resting against the wall as he watched what she was doing. "Why?" He pushed.

She could never work him out. Not with how his random questions. "Things to do."

"Mm." He hummed, still having all her attention on him. "Engineering homework or something?"

Another thing he was good at was getting information out of her without directly asking for it. "Fine, I just don't like anyone here, and I wanna go home."

His hand flew over his chest on top of where his head would be. "I'm hurt." He claimed dramatically.

"Okay, be hurt." She replied firmly. He was not going to have the last word. "It's my party so I think I can leave whenever I want." She hoped that would be the end of it, that Spencer would go back to her party and she could slip out the window unknown.

"Without Lexi?" He asked, tipping his head.

That stopped her dead in her tracks, freezing up again and she couldn't control her facial expressions as well around him as she could around near strangers. "Yes." She answered.

"Are you mad at her over some rumor you heard from Sierra?" He wondered, voice only getting firmer at the mention of the girl's name.

"Nope." She lied through her teeth. "Just think it's gross since she has a boyfriend who, might I add, is one of your good friends." Once again, she had her foot in her mouth, saying too much.

"We didn't." Spencer cut her off. His pretty smile flickered between genuine and smug.

A nod seemed emotionless like it was just another fact she learned, but she made it worse with her inability to shut up. "And how did you even know that? What Sierra said to me?"

Spencer chuckled. "I can-"

"Actually, I don't care." She cut him off, not really wanting to hear another word from him.

"I can lip read." He continued his previous statement. "And you shouldn't listen to bitchy gossip."

Y/n's eyebrows raised at that, a gloating feeling taking over her at what felt like a win. "She touched a nerve. What'd she do to get you pissed off?"

"She told everyone we were hooking up and then when. I swear to god, she's psycho." He revealed, clearly still vexed about what went on.

"It's probably true," Y/n mumbled under her breath, but she hoped Spencer heard it. "And I don't really care," She admitted. It was all an act to draw an emotion out of him that wasn't smugness. Hopefully, anger so he'd leave her alone. "Where's Lex?"

Spencer clenched his teeth together in a grimace. "That boyfriend you mentioned, I think they may have broken up." She moved off the window again, ready to go back out into the party as much as she didn't want to. A firm hand on her arm stopped her. "She's fine."

"She's my best friend," Y/n stated blankly. "I can't leave her here heartbroken."

"Ethan's taking her back to your apartment." Spencer continued explaining it all to her.

She half wondered why he didn't lead with that. "So? I need to be there for her." He really did not understand girl code.

"You know what she's like when she'd blackout drunk. She'll be out like a light when her head hits the pillow." He reminded her, and she was forced to think about why he was trying to get her to stay in the oddly clean frat house bathroom with him.

But she pushed down those bad feelings she usually had around him and ignored his oddness. "Great, so I'm going to go."

"Where?" He asked, continuing the conversation for no apparent reason to her.

"I don't know, the beach?" She offered.

"That'll take at least 8 and a half hours." He told her, again being unhelpful. "Come with me. We'll go find someplace to eat."

That might have been worse than going back to the party, and she quickly made her mind up. "No, plus it's 2:41."

"I can't leave you by yourself," Spencer claimed, although he left her emotionally alone all the time. "Especially at 2:41." He could see she was thinking about it, trying to weigh the pros and cons. "Come on, let me buy you your breakfast birthday." He all but begged.

Her eyes widened before she frowned. "It's past midnight, my birthday's over."

He shook his head. "Your birthday's today. Lexi got it wrong the first year, so now you pretend it's yesterday."

Her brain was split between feeling the happiness that came with the knowledge she was important to him and the deep concern about how he knew so much about her.

"Fine." She compromised hesitantly. "But we're going out the window."

"Ladies first." He said, holding out his hand to help her out of the window before getting out it himself.

It was much colder outside without the heat from other human bodies. As she walked her shoes only got more painful, the heels squeezing her feet in a way that would hurt less if she had more alcohol.

The cold grass seemed like a better alternative, and she found herself stopping to take the shoes off without any hesitation. Spencer stopped when he noticed she did, holding his hand out again to help her. He reached his other hand out to take the shoes from her while he threaded his fingers through her other hand.

Y/n didn't comment on the hand holding, choosing to completely ignore it. His long fingers had always felt like they fit perfectly with hers. Thankfully, or maybe not so thankfully, Spencer spoke before the silence got overwhelming. "Your flats are still in my car." He reminded her of something she didn't want to be reminded of.

He hadn't parked too far away and they quickly reached his car. "You can't drive." She told him when he got out his car keys.

"I can." He claimed, opening the passenger side door and motioning for her to get in.

"Friends don't let friends drink and drive. Give me the keys." She demanded, dropping his hand and holding it out so he'd give her the keys.

Spencer chuckled, and she could feel his warm breath on her cooler skin. "We're friends now?" He asked, frowning at her in a teasing manner. Y/n looked less than impressed, giving him another blank look. "I didn't have much, and it was hours ago." He promised.

"You can't prove that, and no offense, but I can't think of a worse way to die than in a car crash with you." She replied, increasingly annoyed at his petulance. Sometimes it was cute, but right now all she wanted was something to eat.

"Can so prove it," Spencer claimed, not giving her a split second to say something back before his lips were on hers. Dumbly, as usual, she let her eyes close and indulged in his warm lips against hers. Deepening the kiss, his tongue slipped into her mouth and she would have been able to taste the alcohol had there been any. He pulled back a second later. "Good enough?"

Her lips were still tingling like they always did, and she struggled with finding an answer to the question he asked. "Mm, yeah, you can drive."

He grinned wider than he needed to, placing a kiss on her cheeks before motioning for her to get into the car. She did, feeling her head spinning with his every action.

On the floor of the passenger side, there were her shoes. Simple white ballet flats with bows on them from that night.

~

It was her sophomore year at Caltech. Not the first party of the year, but still in the first semester. Y/n's romantic interests had gravitated close to Spencer than she would have liked after they came back from summer vacation. There were other people, of course, and she handed out her own and asked for other people's Snapchats each time they were out.

Spencer was definitely over the driving limit that night, and she had her arm wrapped around his waist as she guided him out of another loud house- a sorority house that time- to his car.

"What? This is your car?" She asked surprised when he unlocked the car.

"Yup." He replied, pushing back his floppy hair with the hand that wasn't around her shoulder.

She gave him a weird look, trying not to be too impressed with someone who had ignored her all night. "Get in." She instructed, nodding to the door before she walked around to the driver's side.

Spencer put his seatbelt on but his eyes stayed focused on her as she moved the seat far forward enough that she would be able to drive.

"You have to press it." He informed her, noticing she couldn't start the car.

She did and experimentally started driving the car, not her first choice of how to get comfortable in a car worth 6 figures. "I've got to say, you had me pretty fooled, Spencer." She confessed after they'd been driving in silence for a little while.

"Hmm, and why's that?" He wondered, a glassy look in his eye.

"I just didn't peg you as a Daddy's money California kind of guy." She explained, clearly in reference to his car. It was crazy how little she knew about him since they'd been friends for more than a year.

He froze in his seat, fingers tightening on the center console. She'd noticed he wasn't as in control when he wasn't sober. "You're so far off." He declared, his expression turning into a smirk. "I'm not even from California."

"Somewhere close, though. You're not east coast, and you definitely don't sound southern." She deduced, prompted to continue by Spencer's nod. "There's money in Colorado, but then you don't seem like the type to ski. Maybe Arizona?" She made her final guess as she parked the car up in front of his apartment after the short drive.

"Nevada." He told her. "Vegas, actually, but I don't come from money."

Y/n scoffed out a laugh, having to look at him properly to confirm whether or not he was serious. He was. "Where'd you get a Range Rover from then?"

"I'm from Vegas." He repeated. "And I can count cards." They'd been friends for a short enough time that he still could elicit a shocked reaction from her. "Was that an impressed look?"

"How would you even get into a casino?" She questioned skeptically, not wanting to believe another fact that proved how amazing he was. "No one would believe you're 21."

He shuffled in his seat, producing a wallet from his back pocket and pulling out an ID. By the birthday, it wasn't his own. "Not only do they believe I'm 21, they believe I'm 25."

"Wow, with your babyface, they've got to be incredibly gullible." She teased while he put the fake ID alongside his real one.

"So, you think I'm cute, is what I'm hearing?" He wondered, a victorious grin going along with his lit-up eyes.

Y/n shook her head with a giggle. "If that helps you sleep at night." She joked, earning a louder than expected laugh from him.

"It will," Spencer confirmed, facing inching closer to hers. She hadn't realized how close they really were until then when she could smell the vodka on his breath. "This will too." He added quietly, leaning further until his nose brushed hers, and she tilted her head to the side so she could kiss him.

It wasn't their first kiss, but it was much more passionate and he cupped her cheeks, wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck so he could press their faces closer together. His tongue traced her bottom lip, slipping into her mouth when she parted her lips.

The pounding in her chest was loud, her heart thumping against her rib cage as she poured all the affection she had for him into the kiss.

When she ran out of air, she pulled back, but Spencer kept his hands on her face. "You're making this a habit, Spencer." She warned although she'd give in time and time again with no resistance. Maybe she just needed more boundaries.

"Actually, scientists think it takes 18 to 254 days to create a habit." He informed her smartly and then his lips were on hers once again. "So, we could?"

She shook her head, that better judgment side taking over finally. "No, we can't." She decided, a tiny glimmer of hurt in her eyes. She really couldn't give him the opportunity to let her down when she promised herself this year would be different. "You can't be drunk every night for a good part of the year."

He accepted that as an answer like the question was casual. "Thanks for driving me. I'll come by and get my car tomorrow, if that's okay?" He was already getting out of the car before he finished the question.

"You're going to let me drive this home?" Y/n spat back in surprise.

Spencer just shrugged, shifting on his feet on the sidewalk. "Yeah, I trust you."

She wished she wouldn't read into things he said so thoroughly. "See you tomorrow then." Shutting the car door, he waved goodbye to her before she drove off.

~

She slipped the shoes onto her feet, grateful he hadn't thrown them out. His car still smelt like it did back then, clean and the backseats were tidy too.

"Where are we going?" She asked once they were on the road, snapping out of her daydream.

"Somewhere close," Spencer replied as ambiguously as possible. "You'll like it."

She looked at him for another moment, taking in his side profile that was unfairly gorgeous before deciding there was nothing she needed to say to him.

"Your necklace... I remember it." He realized, glancing at her when they were stopped at a traffic light.

Her fingers were on it again, adjusting it meaninglessly. "I wore it like once in freshman year." She recalled, remembering another night they'd been together.

~

They'd both had too much that night. After drink after drink at another loud party, Y/n knew she needed to walk it off in the cooler October air. Spencer noticed her leaving alone and ran as well as he could despite the fact he was drunk to catch up with her.

"Where are we going?" Spencer wondered, walking alongside her.

The sudden voice in her ear made her jump, heart thumping in fright about who it was until she turned to see Spencer. "Trying to give me a heart attack?" She asked.

"Maybe." He answered. "Although there are other ways I could do that if you're interested."

"I'm not." She assured him, shaking her head. "What are you doing walking with me?"

He stopped for a moment right in the middle of the pavement, and she stopped with him, curious about what he was doing. In a second, he had shrugged his jacket off. She was still frowning at him when he draped it over her. "You looked cold." He explained.

"Thanks." She smiled, slipping her arms into it before they started walking again. The kind gesture was a complete 180 from how he had been treating her the whole night. "You've been kind of weird tonight." She said, the alcohol pulsing through her making her more honest than she would have liked.

"Do you really know me well enough to say that?" He asked in reply, but his tone was angry, it was genuine.

In truth, she didn't know much about him. He'd mentioned his favorite color once, and she knew he was incredibly smart, but more than anything, the only thing she knew about Spencer was how he made her feel.

"Maybe not." She decided before backtracking. "I can pick up on a vibe, though."

"Long week." He claimed, face falling slightly before he perked up again. "Rumor has it, there's something going on with you and Rich-"

Y/n cut him off before he could continue. "Nope. Whoever made that up was delusional."

A scoff came from him. "Good because otherwise, during sex you'd be moaning out dick." His laughter at his own comment was loud.

"Ew. Please don't think about me having sex." She requested, screwing up her face.

He sighed, throwing his head back dramatically. "When you tell someone not to do something, they're going to do it, princess."

Again she grimaced, trying to shake the image out of her head. "Yuck."

"Let's go to mine." Spencer decided, completely changing the conversation topic. They had reached the point in their walk where a left would take them back to Y/n's and a right to Spencer's.

"I wanna go home and sleep." She asserted, denying his request and turning to walk back to her place.

He grabbed her hand to stop her, pulling her body back to face his. "We've got candy, though. Plus, I'm only going to make it one way and if we go to yours, I'm going to have to sleep on Lexi's couch which...well, that would just be torture."

She couldn't really say no to his pretty hazel eyes that flickered under the street lights and focused directly on her. Then there was his perfect grin, dopier than usual. "Okay, fine." She agreed. It may have been naive but she was 18 and she knew Spencer was a good person with some boyfriend potential.

The walk, thankfully, wasn't that far, and Spencer kept the conversation going about how she was finding her engineering degree since he would be starting his own in the second semester.

"Did I tell you how pretty you look?" He asked when they reached the door of his and Ethan's apartment, leaning against the wood instead of actually unlocking the door.

Y/n rolled her eyes, a blush taking over her cheeks. "No." She replied, gazing down at her shoes instead of meeting his eyes.

It wasn't the first time either that night that he cupped her cheeks and forced her to look up at him, and it wasn't the first time she had been diving into kiss his pink lips.

He kissed her harder back and his hands traveled down to her hips to pull her body closer to his. She looped her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in her head as they all but made out on his doorstep. It was messy, rushed and everything she wanted in her drunk mind.

Her heart was thumping, the blood rushing through her veins faster and her head spun as he kissed her passionately. The taste of vodka would have been easier to distinguish if she didn't taste the same.

For a moment, they pulled apart to get some air. "Stay over," Spencer mumbled, his lips brushing hers. She pulled back further, a little in shock by the offer and unable to figure out his motive. The surprised look on her face got Spencer talking. "Not so I can sleep with you, so I can sleep beside you." He clarified.

Sleeping beside him, waking up next to him, and maybe getting to kiss him was enough of an incentive for her to agree.

~

"Oh, you left it on my bedside table and asked Ethan to get it back to you." Spencer recalled, clearly remembering more of the morning after.

"Stupid, I know." She agreed, placing her fingers flat on her forehead. "I'll never hear the end of that."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as they both laughed. "You'll never hear the end of that? I'll never hear the end of that."

When the laughter died down, Spencer turned another corner and they were pulling into a Starbucks drive-through. "Starbucks?" She asked, turning to look at him blankly. "I was expecting something 5 stars."

He looked worried for a second, before properly reading her expression as playful. "It's 3 am." He defended, voice reaching a higher pitch.

Y/n shook her head, teasing him further. "Excuses, excuses."

"Just tell me what you want," Spencer instructed, trying to sound firm but smiling. "Then we're going to go to the beach." She chose not to argue, telling him what she wanted and sitting back in the seat while he got her what she wanted.

Unlike during the daytime, the drive to the beach was quick by LA standards. For a while, she stared out the window and watched the lights of the city flash past her as they drove through the familiar roads.

"Do you actually let people eat in your car?" She asked when he bit into what he had chosen while driving. The car almost looked too clean for anyone to sit in it.

"No, only me." He answered, smirking at her. That was all the permission she needed to start eating her own early breakfast.

For the rest of the journey, they sat in silence, both watching the road go by and the cars drive past them before he pulled the car into a park that overlooked the ocean.

"You know, we're not actually going to be able to see the sun rise from here?" She teased him, eyes pulling away from the dark beach in front of them to him.

"Actually, I did know that." He assured her with a chuckle. "But, this way, you get the pretty colors in the sky without having to look into the sun. Plus, if you want a proper sunrise, we'll have to drive cross country."

It sounded exactly in between a dream and a nightmare. "I think that's what they call an abduction."

"You're funnier than people give you credit for." He told her sincerely, and it was enough to have her heart flipping in her chest. "I got you a gift." He announced, leaning over to her seat and opening the glove box before pulling out a black, small rectangular shaped box with a red bow around it.

"Spencer, thank you, but you really didn't have to." She said gratefully and slightly confused.

He shrugged, smiling as he watched her play with the bow. "I wanted to."

She looked back up at him with a grin before turning her attention back to the present and opening it. Inside the box laid a gold-shaped rose, an infinity rose, she knew. "Spencer..." She trailed off in awe, unsure of what to say as she met his eyes. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He replied before a sudden wave of nerves hit him. Something she seldom saw from him. "I didn't really know- what, um, what you'd like-"

"It's perfect. Thank you." She cut him off before he could continue, leaning forward and kissing him before she could stop herself.

It felt like the most natural thing to do in that situation, like there was something hard-wired in her brain that compelled her to lean forward and kiss him whenever she felt that overwhelming sense of happiness.

Spencer kissed her back more tentatively than he usually did like he was holding something back and he didn't even attempt to pull her in for another kiss.

"Sorry." She rushed out an apology, dipping her head down to avoid the embarrassment of looking at him.

"Don't be." He stopped her spiraling, reaching down to hold her hand. "You can do that whenever you want."

Y/n shook her head, trying to be firm with herself. "No, I can't. We actually need to stop doing this whenever we're drunk." She stated, motioning between the two of them with her finger.

"We're not drunk." He reminded her. It was more because he needed the truth rather than he was trying to play devil's advocate.

"You usually only kiss me when you are, though." She countered, sounding more hurt than she wanted to.

It wasn't that he hurt her purposefully, it was that she kept letting herself indulge in the fantasy for too long, and now that she was entering a new decade, it was time for her to grow up and be realistic.

"You think I don't want to kiss you all the time?" He asked, sounding almost rhetorical. Her silence gave him an answer. "I do, and I want to tell you I love you every single day, but I never seem to be able to. Honestly, I don't even try to find a time to tell you anymore, I just do it when I'm drunk enough that it doesn't matter and I'm sorry that it hurts you."

"What are you trying to say?" Y/n stopped him again. Her heart had started speeding up as she felt them getting inevitably closer to the truth being revealed.

He took a deep breath, and she sat there hoping it wasn't just to draw out suspense. "I love you."

Even if it didn't for Spencer, she felt all the tension dissipate and her eyes widened slightly before she felt that all-consuming sense of joy flow over her again.

Once again, her lips were on his again, but he kissed her back firmly that time, pulling her closer to him and refusing to break the kiss until the very last second.

"I love you, too."

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Hello! Would you ever expand the sex worker universe? I would love to read about will and benny and santi

Hello lovely Nonnie! Thank you for sending in this fun ask! I wanted to grab it and answer it over some other stories because I’m elbows-deep in other content, but this is something that’s also been bopping around in my head.

The short answer is: probably not. I like all of the TF Boys just fine, and I love pulling them into Frankie and Ms J’s stories, but I don’t plan on expanding the Sex Worker!Frankie universe to include standalone stories for the boys. However, I do have some headcanons about the boys when they were all working together that I thought would be fun to share:

Sex Worker!TF Boys Headcanons

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, Sex Worker!TF Boys, watch me make up shit about sex work, descriptions of sex with clients (including PiV sex, oral sex, group sex, and BDSM), descriptions of male and female bodies, the boys are implied bi/heteroflexible, mentions of drug use, discussion of the aftermath of military service, a brief Tom appearance, assholery and derogatory language pertaining to sex work (only in Tom's if you want to skip).

Pope’s

We all know Santi started “Pope’s” 

Part of it was for the money; he only had girls to start, recommended to him by his friend Javi, former DEA in Colombia

But when his fellow brothers in arms were struggling to get work, he thought he might have found a niche market

Will said they’d get one phone call and that would be that. Benny bet Frankie fifty bucks it would be for him

In the first week Santi got ten calls for the rugged men he’d convinced to pose for his strip club posters

The screening was the same as what he did for his girls

STD tests, birth control, health, payment, rules

The sweetness of their nerves only solidified what Santi was doing

Will was actually the first of them to have a client

When they met up for beers after his appointment, he walked in with a sheepish look

“Yeah okay, it was…it was a good time. I’d do it again.”

Benny and Frankie got into the rotation next, and after their first few appointments it was like entering a new brotherhood

Santi swore he saw them come back to life

The stress of reintegrating into civilian life while also needing to make a living washed off of them

They could do this, were good at this, and even enjoyed it

It’s work sometimes, like when Benny has a fight the night before and has a little less stamina, or if Frankie’s having a rough day, but like any job they still rise to the occasion

And the reviews are glowing

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

A few times Santi would take clients of his own

He called it the “Manager Special”

He liked the calls that were bristly, doubtful

“I’ve never had a man make me cum and I’m at the point where I just want to see if it’s possible.”

“I honestly don’t know why I called.”

“You must get lots of women who know just what they want.”

He likes the challenge, and can take a little bit of a cold shoulder to start

100% success rate for turning around an appointment

The woman who couldn’t cum needed lots of foreplay, Santi’s slick tongue and coaxing fingers pulling her first one out amidst a chorus of “Oh fucks!”

She knows now that smooth and steady is her recipe for cumming with a cock inside her

The ones who are hesitant are fun

Santi likes to watch when the urge to bolt out of the room is replaced with lust and post-orgasmic haze

Having them writhing in the sheets, clutching at him and begging him not to stop? Worth every minute

And if they don’t know what they want? If Santi can’t figure out which of the boys is best for her?

Well then, he has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. One of them is sure to work

His filthy talk is guaranteed to at least get their motor running

And he'll never admit it, but the brattier they are, the harder he gets

Getting someone face-down in the pillow hoarsely chanting his name after a battle of wills?

Feeling them relax around him and take what he's plowing into their body?

It never fails to put a grin on Santi's face

And if they try to regain the upper hand after Santi cums?

Poor dears have no idea he's got a short refractory period

He's got them folded in half under him and chasing another orgasm in record time

Santi is still running Pope's after the boys leave, but it's just his girls now

He has a few repeat clients that request Will or Benny, but only a handful over several months

And one time he gets a sweet, nervous divorcee looking for someone to treat her kindly

And he instantly knows who to call

Will “Ironhead” Miller

Will always ends up being the main attraction on the flyers

Santi prefers to stay out of sight and behind the scenes, and Benny is already on posters for his boxing career

He couldn’t convince Frankie to smolder with a camera on him. The second it turns on he’s all awkward energy

Will exudes quiet confidence, and that apparently does it for a lot of clients

Santi sends Will the half-confident ones, who have maybe used an escort service before. 

They’re experienced in their own way and know what they want. Will is happy to give it to them

But there are also the desperate ones.

Failed marriages, stressful lives, partners away on business trips, kids out of town and they just need to feel seen and fucked senseless for an hour

He’s attentive, watching their faces for the minute signal that he needs to stroke faster, suck harder, whisper something in her ear to tip her over the edge

This attentiveness is why when Santi gets a unique call, he goes to Will first

“Ever do any BDSM stuff?”

Will does some reading, watches some videos, listens to some BDSM community leaders

He can definitely understand the appeal

The first client is a softball, just looking to be tied up and spanked a little

She cums so hard Will loses feeling in his hand from how tightly she’s squeezing him

The shudder that overcomes her when he hums out “good girl” makes him shudder too

From then on Santi sends Will anything with a BDSM tilt

Will excels at reading his client’s body language, but consent and negotiations are a large part of the appointment too

Will is the only one of the boys who requires a phone call with a client before he’ll participate. No charge, and no booking until his questions are satisfied

His clients often tell him the negotiation is half the foreplay for them

Will also has the most repeat clients. 

It comes with the territory, and knowing his clients wants and needs more intimately than from one session is what makes him so desirable

He often doms, both hard and soft (but he prefers soft)

He’ll sub occasionally too, if the client is right

Couples require two separate phone calls, and additional measures to ensure everyone’s safety and pleasure

He is methodical, rigorous, and diligent

Will leaves Pope’s when he’s saved up enough money to open his own little car repair shop

He likes working with his hands, taking things apart and falling into the calm headspace of rooting out problems and solving them

He still takes an old regular once and a while

After all, they’ve put a lot of time in. It would be a shame for them to start all over when he knows exactly what they need

Benny "Golden Boy" Miller

Being a sex worker with your brother is weird

Benny never thought asking about Will’s day would lead to discussions over brands of condoms or bed restraint preferences

But here they are

At least they’re not in close proximity, and they decided on a clear line not to cross when discussing work

Benny started soon after Will because the money sounded too damn good

He was working his way up the food chain in the boxing ring, but it would be nice to make some cash that didn’t involve getting the shit beat out of him

The exhaustion after an appointment was much more satisfying

Santi sends Benny the “party clients”

Bachelorette parties that need spicing up

Those that want to have their world rocked seven different ways and in gravity-defying positions

Occasionally the brazen ones who want the title of being Benny’s best lay

If it sounds like a party scene from a 90’s movie, Benny’s your man

He’s devilishly handsome, which of course helps when the door opens and eight screaming women greet him

Plus his body is rippling and firm, perfect for fingers or manicured nails to skim over

His stamina is well tested, and he loves ratioing his client’s orgasms against his own

His current best is 5:1

He also enjoys being playful in bed

Tossing the client around, nipping and scratching lightly as they squirm underneath him

His mouth can run a mile a minute with little praises and quips

Unless, of course, it’s otherwise occupied, in which his hums and groans will speed them to a faster orgasm anyways

Benny’s “never have I ever” roster is incredibly small

Fucked every hole? Yes

Milked out every drop of their cum? Yes

Tried every creative position, including hanging off a hotel chandelier? Oh yes

He convinced the client that it would definitely come down, but he did fuck her standing up and let her thread her fingers through the metal as long as she promised not to pull

She pulled his hair instead as she came

Benny also loves groups - to be watched, to have them join in, to be in a mass of writhing bodies and skin and pleasure

He can’t be as unreserved as he might have been in the past, simply because he’s being paid to be the guide, but he’ll take moments to relish in the raw sexuality of it all

Men, women, as long as everyone’s having a good time Benny is in his element

He leaves Pope’s soon after Will, his boxing career starting to make the chance of him getting recognized more and more likely

Not that he’d necessarily mind, but if he was going to make a go of it, it was time to jump in with both feet

But if something juicy comes up - a “Just Divorced” party or a fiery client begging for a challenge, Benny can’t help saying yes

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Frankie was the most nervous about working for Pope

It took him a full month of asking Will and Benny questions about it before he could commit

“Are the girls expecting a lot when they come in?” “I mean, usually not much more than you’d normally do for a woman, Frankie.”

“Does it get weird?” “It’s a little awkward to start, but once you start getting into it most of the nerves go away.”

“What do you normally do?” “Jesus, Frank, do I have to give you the birds and the bees talk?”

But finally he calls Pope and says he’s in, at least for a little while

He figured it would be a little less passionate, a little less connection than Frankie normally craves in a sexual encounter

What he didn’t expect was how much he’d like it

What Benny and Will hadn’t put in as many words, and what Santi had glazed over, is how much it felt like helping someone

It stroked at a caregiver desire in Frankie, to give and soothe and make another person happy

The price of coke was the first reason why Frankie started sex work, but the work itself is what kept him there

Santi sends Frankie the shy ones, nervous or full of hang-ups around sex

Frankie excels at making them feel at ease, and then making them feel every pleasure they can think to ask for

He especially loves eating pussy, both for himself and for how reactive the clients are under his hot mouth and relentless tongue

He knows he’s better at it than most, taking his time to find the spots that make them cry out (it’s different for everyone, but he’s got some tried-and-true techniques)

When he puts his big hands on their hips and hold them down, feeling them clenching on his tongue, he has to bite back a growl

Beyond the oral, or the penetrative sex, Frankie also excels at the intimacy of the situation

It’s weird, paying for something that should be easy enough to get for free, and that can make any person feel broken

But if they're inexperienced, or had a string of bad lovers, and their confidence is low, Frankie will take every moment of time together to make them feel like the most desirable person on the planet

His hands roam skin slowly, reverently

He likes placing kisses along the dips and curves of bodies

Not every client wants to be kissed on the mouth, but when he does he’s sure to leave them breathless

Santi calls it the “Boyfriend Experience” and it’s Frankie’s pride and joy to offer

But the coke begins to creep up as Frankie struggles with his own self-worth in the reflection of his clients

Once they leave he’s back to being just Frankie, coke addict, ex-military working at a mind-numbingly boring airport hanger

And he yearns for the touches he gives to the people who walk in and out of his life

Santi kicks Frankie out when the coke becomes all-encompassing

He enters his hardest, and darkest days, and comes out on the other side

He knows sex work will tempt him, so he starts working for Will instead, and things finally feel brighter

Santi throws him the odd client here and there, but they tend to be simple one-offs

Easy money, straightforward needs, no chance for attachment

Frankie thinks it’s Santi’s way of protecting him, and the twin annoyance and gratefulness wars in his chest

And then one day, Santi calls him for a client he thinks Frankie will like

It’s the understatement of the century

Tom “Redfly” Davis

(Dis)honorable mention of the original team

Santi never offered, due to Tom’s marriage

That doesn’t stop Tom from making the odd tasteless joke about “having to turn down the pimp” or "how he avoided getting sex trafficked"

He makes too many STD jokes, even though he’s heard about how rigorous Santi is with keeping everyone clean and healthy

The boys (and his girls) know everyone who works at the health clinic by their first name

When Tom jokes about needing sanitizer after shaking Benny’s hand, everyone’s hackles go up

When he also asks too many questions about if any of them are “gay for pay,” Santi has to walk away before he punches him

They stop inviting him around soon after

END

[borhapparker]

its totally cool if you’re not comfortable writing this, could you do Tom Holland x fem!reader where reader has struggled with depression and it got worse over quarantine, then one day tom (or one of the boys cuz they were all together during quarantine)finds her overdosed on pills? Could end where she survives or not

yes of course! i just wanted to make a note beforehand that i am no expert in this topic, and i am going to be as sensitive as possible when it comes to exploring this topic. all my knowledge and descriptions come from me watching "euphoria" and its overtly graphic scenes, so please take all my knowledge with a grain of salt.

that being said, i am here for everyone if they ever need anything. i am also struggling with depression and i can sympathize with those going through those rough patches and moments in life. i am here for you if anyone ever needs to talk or needs a friend for whatever reason. (: my inbox is always open!

ps. i will also be posting this piece of writing on my wattpad if anyone wants to share the love on there too (:

warnings: angst, some fluff, will make you squirm, mentions of death/suicide, descriptions of overdosing, lots of mentions of self harm

word count: 1.3k

There was something comforting in knowing you were finally alone. Away from the world, away from breathing, living humans. Away from it all. The bliss of hearing your own breathing, the beating of your heart as you laid down, arms spread out, much like that of a starfish.

But, through the bliss of being alone, there emerged your thoughts. The demons, clawing at you, pulling you into a state of pure pain. Your breath hitched in your throat as they whispered, the words twisting into you like a dagger. Tears pricked at your eyes as you fought them back, burying your face into your pillow.

This past year had been tough. You had friends and a good support system around you. But they didn't know. They didn't know the types of demons you fought every night, every waking moment.

Maybe this was it, this was when you would go. This was your time, time to escape your demons, to finally get rid of the hands clawing at you every day.

Maybe you could finally rest.

The cracking of the door jerked you up from your bed, as you sighed, rubbing your hands against your face. Maybe not today.

"Y/n! Love, we're home!" the familiar face greeted you as you got up, opening your door. "We brought dinner."

His eyes met your tired figure as he smiled, coming to wrap his arms around you as you smiled sadly, his hand rubbing your back.

"Let's eat, baby." you nodded, as the boys all hugged you. "It's your turn to pick a show."

Bringing the food to the living room, you smiled as you picked up the controller, opened up Netflix, and chose Supernatural.

"Finally!" Harrison cheered as he high-fived you, "Winchester boys are back in action."

"What episode did we leave off on?"

You backtracked, checking the current episode, "Season 5, Episode 10."

Harry groaned, "At least we finally get to find out what happens with Lucifer."

Tom laughed as he lightly punched his shoulder, "Let's see if our bets were true."

The night passed like a blur through your eyes, your body leaning into Tom's as his body heat warmed you up. Yet, you did not feel warm. Your body felt cold, as you closed your eyes, trying to rest from the neverending voices haunting you.

You didn't know how long you had been asleep for, as you opened your eyes, feeling Tom's arms wrapped around your waist as his face was nestled into the crook of your neck. Yet, you felt empty. Nothing felt right about where you were, as you slowly slipped out of the bed, heading for the bathroom in the hall.

A sigh shakily slipped your lips as you locked the door behind you, looking up at the mirror, at who supposedly was yourself.

Yet, you didn't recognize the person staring back at you. That person looked dead, dark eyebags under their eyes, lips slightly bruised, and cheeks hollow.

Go away

No one deserves to be with someone that looks like THAT

It's just in the cabinet, grab them, they don't bite

The words spilled from their lips as tears pricked at you, and you shook your head, a silent sob slipping from your lips. "No, I won't do it."

But why? It's not like anyone here would even miss you

C'mon, at least you can finally sleep

Sleep

Sleep. That's all you wanted, was for the voices to go away. The claw marks from their hands were not evident on your skin, yet they always pricked at you. It was hard to ignore them, and even harder now when all you wanted to do was embrace the cold.

All you wanted was to be warm, and peaceful.

Quiet.

Opening the cabinet over you, your eyes grazed over the familiar bottle of pills.

They had been prescribed for pain when you fractured your elbow a couple of months ago. But you didn't need them anymore, the pain was gone after two months. As you opened the bottle, you dropped one pill into your hand.

Then two. Then three.

Then the whole bottle was emptied into your palm.

You brought your palm up to your mouth, dropping them all in as you swallowed them dry, the itchiness in your throat stronger by the minute. Looking back up at your reflection, you suddenly smiled.

Maybe this was all you needed.

Just a little dose.

-

Tom woke from the bed, noticing the emptiness beside him. Rubbing his face with his hands, he walked out, finding the boys at the kitchen table, chatting and drinking their respective cups of tea.

"Lads?" they turned to look at him, "Where's Y/n?"

Harrison shrugged, as he gave Tom his cup of tea, Tom only placing it down as an ache in the pit of his stomach grew by the minute.

"Did anyone see her leave?" Sam shook his head as Harry shrugged, staring at his phone.

He walked back into the hallway, noticing the light in the bathroom on. His hand came up to the door and lightly rapped the wood, "Y/n? Darling? You in there?"

Silence emitted from the other side, as Tom's eyebrows furrowed, and he knocked again. Putting his ear to the door, he heard little gasps, slight breathing before nothing.

His eyes widened, as he called for the boys to the door, and he knocked again, this time with more fervor. "Y/n, come on, open up!"

Tom was pulled back by Harrison, as he and Harry kicked the door down, gasps emitting from their lips.

There you were, splayed on the ground, vomit emitting from your lips as your eyes were open, glassy. Tom crouched down, fingers immediately going for a pulse as he couldn't find one, before beginning CPR. Harrison crouched next to him, on the other side, as he tilted his head, stopping Tom. His fingers immediately went into your throat, trying his best to open up your airway as Harry dialed an ambulance, Sam grabbing a cold towel from the kitchen. As Harrison cleared your airway, he motioned for Tom to continue CPR as Sam brought the towel and placed it on your forehead, hoping to cool you down.

Harry ran outside the house, as he flagged down the ambulance, the paramedics began to ask him questions he did not have the answers to. Leading them upstairs, one immediately opened his bag, taking out a vial of a transparent liquid and a needle. The paramedic immediately dropped in front of your body, as he grabbed your arm, plunging the needle filled with the unknown transparent liquid.

"Keep doing that, kid! We gotta go!" the other paramedic immediately grabbed the spine board, pointing at Harrison to pick her up by the shoulders as they slid the board under her body. "Let's go!"

Both paramedics ran outside, carrying her body as the boys followed behind, Tom going in the ambulance as the rest drove Harrison's car, all following the ambulance. The paramedic inside the ambulance took over for Tom and resumed CPR, as Tom held your hand, the warmth now slowly returning.

A gasp emitted from your lips as you opened your eyes, the paramedic smiling down at you before yelling at his partner, "She's awake! Let's go! How far are we?"

"5 minutes!"

"Welcome back," the paramedic smiled, "Stay with us now, okay? Everything is going to be okay."

Turning to your right, you noticed Tom's gaze on you. "T-tom."

"Hey, darling." he gripped your hand. "Stay with me."

At that moment, you realized, there were no voices. The claw marks were gone, and all you heard was silence. You didn't know how long this would last, or how long you would have with this silence. But you welcomed it, like a warm hug on a cold day. Maybe things would be okay. Maybe everything would be better this time around.

Maybe, this was your new beginning.

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[a-drop-of-nightshade]

Runner’s body had been all rattled up, shaken and torn, broken as if he’d entered speeds not made to be hit by a human body. When she had gifted him with the running suit he got so excited, not only did it compress his chest safely and keep it still and make him look flat, but it fit so well he had run around in it and got so happy and excited when he found it was light and didn’t restrict his movement or rub and chafe him. He hugged her and thanked her it was a great support for his joints as well, particularly his ankles which were bad in particular.

Over the months they had spent avoiding the cultists on their heels, he learnt more about her just as much as she did about him. He made sure to learn what to do if she started bleeding, he learnt what helped her ground and made sure to keep something on hand that was so vastly different from the smell of metal and blood, he had actually been super lucky and managed to find someone who was willing to part with a small bag of lavender he always kept it on him and when he or she started slipping it was used to help stimulate a calmer and sweet smell. When she had her bad days and finally came too he just smiled and held her, all beaten and bloody, “There’s my Starshine.” He would mumble, he lost track of the times he’d woken up in the medi doc but gods he didn’t mind if it meant he was helping her.

The night as were awful, the times where he slipped she would literally have to pin him to the floor to get him to stop running, he would run in his bare feet until his feet were bloody and blistered if she didn’t, still chased by the hallucinations of the Necro’s the haunting screams and howls at his heels. He would fight and struggle and try to get free to keep running, he had to keep running and when he finally realised it was jus them he’d stare at her so confused and just start sobbing. He didn’t know how loud he got at night, but gods he would curl around a pillow sobbing and crying and pulling out his own hair, he would shake and get so ill but then when they realised that together it was easier he began to heal. He didn’t care she nearly crushed him, he would cling to her, nuzzling into her body, grasping onto her desperately as if he was about to be ripped away. Even with the safety of the new ship he refused to tell her what he knew, he didn’t want her to be hurt, he didn’t want her to be hunted like he was being. It was his mistake and his burden to carry, he wouldn’t let anyone else bare it.

Runner really wasn’t used to space, to flying or not being bound to one planet, it was all so new and yet solid ground, even foreign, was so welcomed. He looked back and glared when she laughed, “Don’t you dare fuckin’ laugh bitch I ain’t seen solid ground in fucking who knows how long and it’s so good! Thank fuck for that sweet sweet natural oxygen! We need to get some plants for the ship or something cause fuck me I will keep drawing on every wall to get some colour.” He had taken to drawing on the walls, painting murals of characters, trees, landscapes, and colours just to get some colour. When she had helped charge his phone he had spent the whole week showing her his photos and writing and notes, he showed her all his favourite music so excitedly, he had a lot of photos but very few of him with people, there were a rare few and he had mentioned that they were the people who would understand if he was gone. Others he just shrugged, some he had were of him and his favourite band, he even showed her one of the videos of one of the concerts he went too.

Hearing her say that he beamed proudly at her, getting up he brushed himself off, “You bet, and we both know what real blood lust is, we know when people truly want to hurt us and we just run.” He had realised he was awfully stunned to that, the feeling of someone wanting to hurt or kill him, but also when someone was after him, he had learnt to pick it up and that’s how he had outrun the cultists before they managed to grab him a fair few times. He nodded listening to her but then when she moved his arms were already open, he hugged her tightly and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “You got this Starshine, you’re the fuckin’ best.” He assured her before he watched her go.

He stretched and warmed himself up as he waited and then not too long later he got the call, listening to the directions he nodded, “Yeah gotcha see you soon Starshine.” He assured before securing his phone in his clothes making sure his hair was up and shoes done right he took off, running into town. He wove through the streets never slowing down, following the directions he hopped a couple of fences to shorten the run and zipped through an alley vaulting a gate and jumping off a bin before he landed and slowed to a jog before he entered the broker. He was quick to set up the fake name with her, he did seem nervous about the photo but he just did it in the end and then they could be done with it.

When they split he told her he’d meet her back at the ship and set off, but not long after he noticed some people following him, glancing back he saw their little necklaces and his nose crumpled, “Catch me if you can fuckwits.” He muttered before he made a turn then hit the ground running faster, his heart was pounding his legs and muscles burning and yet he felt good, it felt good. He heard them chasing and questioning how he was so fast, but he didn’t care he just ran and as he ran he felt it coming, rising up inside him he felt the electric tingles and then the sparks shot off him as he hit the road that lead out of town and off towards the ship. All the cultists saw as they bolted round the corner was a sudden stream of purple light which was gone when they blinked, leaving no trace of Runner behind and they couldn’t find him no matter where they looked.

When Izzy found him he was collapsed in the hanger chest heaving and his body trembling, his clothes had burnt away leaving the armour, his shoes shredded and gone his feet bloody. Hearing her come in he just started to laugh, he sat up wild eyed, “It… it happened again… it wasn’t a fluke.” He gasped out, trying to get his heart to calm down but it was hammering wildly, “I… oh fuck… yeah new…” he swallowed and grabbed the bottle of water next to him gulping it down greedily he pushed a hand through his hair, “Fuck… it burnt everything off but this.”

“STOP!” The yell came from behind him as he sprinted down the hall, “GET HIM BEFORE HE ESCAPES!” The man barely threw himself behind the pillar to avoid the blasts of stasis hitting him, he gasped and pushed off the wall sprinting off down another hall he heard them chasing after him. He could only think to do one thing and and he snatched up a metal pole from the ground before he skidded to a stop and smashed open a vent, he took a deep breath and then yelled into it “DINNER TIME!”

He didn’t stick around because it took mere seconds for the roar into the vents to attract a lot of attention, he ran for his life and skidded around to see a person in a suit, a suit covered in symbols he gasped and ran forwards grabbing her hand, “not that way run!” He hissed yanking her after him as he bolted away form where the men chasing him started screaming because they were being attacked by the mass of attention he had drawn to cover his ass.

( @a-drop-of-nightshade )

Izzy had been preparing to assault the group of unitologists for weeks now. She'd had to collect supplies and weapons to try and overpower them. But eventually she figured she was ready. Packing up she made the long trek from her safe house across the area. Focused hard on her quest she didn't stop for anything. But as she grew closer she could hear yelling which didn't bode well. Had they turned on each other? Did the necros find them first?

She didn't get a chance to find out as someone ran around the corner and grabbed her hand. On instinct she turned and ran with him. Keeping up with him easily she booked it away from the complex. The sounds of the necros and the fighting grew distant and she eventually started giving him directions to a safe place. "Two lefts an a right! Then skid undah the gate ta be home free."

[twinkleimagines]

Hiii drew smut where they meet from Madison and have been talking and then the cast plus y/n go out clubbing and they confess there feelings / also can drew be rough.

*Keep it on the low*

Warning: smut and language.

I got carried away with this one so I hope you guys like.

“ I just feel like we never see each other anymore “ you spoke over the phone Bailey.

“ I know” she whined out. “ listen we’ll fly you out this weekend so we can hang and you can meet my friends okay? You’re going to love them “ she insisted.

“ okay” you agreed, the feeling of excitement rushing through you. Madison was your best friend since middle school and it had been a touch transition since she began filming her new tv show, Outer Banks. Of course you talked on the phone but it wasn’t the same, and you missed her truly.

You had almost became envious of her new cast mates because they were daily posting videos and pictures with each other and it made you miss her more than ever .

You quickly went back to your bedroom, packing a suit case- the weekend couldn’t come any faster .

****

“ I’m walking down the escalator now” you spoke as you sat on the phone with Madison trying to find your way to her.

“ okay - wait I think I see you” she spoke out.

“ y/n!” You heard someone yell from in front of you. You lifted your head only to see Madison standing at the bottom of the escalator, her hand waving at 90 miles per hour.

“ Maddy!” You yelled before jogging your way down the already moving steps.

“ oh my gosh!” You yelled out as you both wrapped each other in a tight hug.

“ I’m gonna cry “ she spoke as she squeezed her arms around your shoulders.

“ ugh I know I’ve missed you so much” you poured .

“ c’mon we’ve only got the weekend and I have soooo much to show you” she insisted, tugging on your arm .

****

The ride to Madison’s hotel that she was staying it a was a bit of a drive from the apartment. She was staying pretty close to the beach and Charleston was probably one of the most beautiful cities you had ever laid your eyes on.

Madison had updated you on a lot, including a new girl she was talking to as well as her new friends and their characters on the show.

“ this Rafe guy sounds like a dick” you joked.

“ yeah but you’ll love Drew he’s literally polar opposite than his character . “

******

"Ahhh she's back!" a blonde headed boy beamed, running over towards your friend, ingulfing her in a hug.

"Rudy this is Y/n" She said with a wide smile, pulling you over.

"Hi" You beamed holding your hand out but Rudy instead pulled you into a hug.

"So glad you finally made it. Maddie over here wouldn't shut up about how much she missed you" He joked.

"Awe Maddie " You said with a sympathetic pout.

"Shut up" She laughed while rolling her eyes before pulling you further into the hotel.

"Guys" She spoke out loudly to a group of people sitting on her couch causing all of their eyes to advert towards you. " This is Y/n" She announced pulling you up next to her.

You awkwardly waved, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as she practically put the spot light onto you.

"I'm Chase" One guy said leaning over the couch, holding his hand out.

"I'm Madelyn " The blonde girl next to him said standing up, walking over towards you. " it's nice to meet you" she beamed, pulling you into a hug.

'Okay so everyone is big into hugs,' you thought. You smiled widely at her before you looked over at another one walking towards you.

"I'm Jonathan Daviss, but you can call me JD" He spoke. you nodded excitedly.

"That's a cool nickname" you beamed, causing a smile to form on his face. You then looked over towards the last face on the couch.

Woah.

Now this man- he almost took your breath away. He stood up, his tall figure stretching high towards the ceiling.

"Hi, i'm Drew" He spoke, his voice the perfect tone, almost sounded like music to your ears. He had these sky blue eyes, perfectly pink lips, a little bit of fuzz on his jaw from being recently shaved, and brown hair draped over the sides of his forehead, parting perfectly down the middle. Your heart began to pound as he reached his hand out for you to shake. You hadn't realized you were staring until Madison nudged you with her elbow, bringing you out of your trance.

"Oh uhm yeah- i mean hi I'm y/n" You stuttered embarrassingly. He smiled a bright smile, his white teeth shining perfectly on his perfectly aligned face.

You sighed deeply. You never believed in love at first sight until now. How perfect this stranger was to you. If it weren't for you not wanting to humiliate yourself even more than you already were, you would've continued looking at him with admiration, but instead you turned your head to look at Maddie, trying to not to creep the poor guy out.

"okay guys I'm starving" Chase spoke up as the room filled with silence. "who wants to go eat?" He asked throwing his hands up. You grinned , already loving everyone's bubbly personality.

You sat your bag down onto the ground before tucking your hair behind your ear, watching as everyone began to make their way out the door.

"After you" Drew said, you and him being the last ones left in the room.

"Thanks" you said softly, walking out in front of him as he held the door open for you.

Who would've known that this would only the beginning of a very special relationship.

********

"Drew" You spoke out before his lips placed onto yours once again, his hand placed firmly on your thigh as your were tangled in his hair.

"Hmm" He hummed against your lips, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip.

"We should tell them" You breathed out in between kisses.

"Mmm" he mumbled, his eyes closed as his lips trailed down your jaw towards your neck.

"I'm serious Drew I don't want to hide you anymore" You responded pulling away from him.

He stopped his movements, making eye contact with you.

"You sure?" He asked.

You and Drew had instantly hit it off that first weekend Madison brought you over.

It had happened the first night you had stayed the night. Everyone had fallen asleep and you and Drew stayed up for hours on hours endlessly talking about anything and everything. The sparks were flying. You were so engaged in every word that came out of his mouth, his sentences sounding like lullabies to your ears.

Before you had left you both had exchanged numbers and before you could even make it to the airport you were both texting each other. Throughout the first week you both spent every night on the phone until one had fallen asleep. It had almost became addictive the way he made you feel.

Neither of you spoke of your friendship to anyone though. Mainly wanting to take things slow but you also didn't want to upset anyone or cause any issues between Drew and Madison. He assured you it wouldn't upset anyone or cause issues but at the same time he wanted to respect your wishes and keep things a secret.

You both had been virtually seeing each other for three weeks before he flew you out for a weekend, just the two of you. You had stayed with him the whole weekend, movie nights and a lot of sex.

This week though you were invited by the whole group, and right now you were hidden off in Drew's hotel hiding from the group with Drew laid on top of you, the both of you shirtless.

"We can tell them tonight okay, i just want to enjoy the time we have together right now" He insisted. You simply nodded before leaning your head forward before placing your lips against his once again.

Drew sat up, smirking at you as he tugged on your jeans, pulling them down your thighs, exposing your pink laced panties that complimented your skin so well.

"So beautiful" Drew mumbled as his hands massaged against your thighs before reaching up towards your panties pulling them down as well. He reached over to the nightstand grabbing the condom on the top before pushing his own pants down, exposing his hardened pink shaft, the veins popping out the side.

You stared in admiration at the size as he placed the rubber over him.

"Flip over" he instructed. You quickly obliged, your face in his pillow. He tucked his arm under your waist, pulling your hips bag some to wear your bottom was pointed upwards.

You gasped loudly as you felt his tip insert into you, stretching your walls around him.

"fuck" you moaned out as he pushed into you, his hips pressed against your cheeks before he pulled back out, letting your own juices help lubricate him before he pushed back in at a faster speed.

"Fuck you're tight" Drew groaned out as he slowly pulled himself of you again, leaving just the tip in. You looked over your shoulder, smirking up at him as he looked down at you, his Adams apple poking out. Drew sighed heavily , closing his eyes for a brief second almost coming undone right then and there just from the sight of you.

He finally regained his composer, looking back down at you before pressing his hand onto the back of your head pushing your face further into the pillow before he began moving his hips once again, this time at a much faster pace.

"God Drew" you cried out as he hit your spot with each thrust, your hands balling in a fist around his sheets as you struggled to breath, overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure you were receiving. You arched your back further against Drew, giving him more access to go deeper into you, your hips moving causing your walls to tighten around him.

"Fuck" He breathed out, lowing his head some as we watched himself sliding in and out of you, his abs flexing with each thrust.

"Oh yes daddy yes "You moaned out, reaching behind you, grabbing hold of his hand that was placed on your bottom.

"You like that baby?" He asked before placing a firm smack against your left cheek. You hissed out , biting down on your bottom lip as your eyes focused on his body jerking forward over and over again, every inch of his body flexing as he moved himself in and out of you.

Since that first weekend you and Drew had spent together alone, he had learned more and more ways to work your body, especially when he realized you enjoyed it rough like him.

"Pull my hair baby" you pleaded, attempting to tug on his hand that had a firm grip on your hip while your body continued rocking back and forth.

Drew quickly obliged, reaching up to grab a hand full of your hair, pulling you back towards him, your back arched to where your arms stretched out, your hands placed against his pillows.

"God yes" You winced out, a slight stinging as he had a tight grip on your hair.

"Fuck princess" he groaned feeling his climax beginning to build. His thrusts began to speed up, your tits bouncing in the air as he continued to pound into you. You leaned up some, arm wrapping around his neck . You both began to lower, you practically sitting in his lap as he leaned back, propped up on one arm as the other had his hand wrapped against your throat. His thrusts were now at a steady but rough pace, slamming up against you as he placed sloppy kisses alongside your shoulder.

"God" He groaned out as his thrusts slowed down, turning more into grinds as his cock pulsed inside you, his warm load filling the condom. You begin rocking your hips back and forth along him riding your own high out, moaning his name out loudly as your toes curled, your climax euphoric. You climbed off of Drew, flopping your body down onto the his bed, breathing heavily as you ran your hands through your hair.

"That was amazing" you breathed out. Drew nodded, himself out of breath as well.

"I'm gonna get a shower" He responded as he stood up, his member beginning to soften. "We gotta meet everyone in two hours. Wanna join?" He asked. You smiled up at him before nodding, grabbing ahold of his reached out hand.

*****

"Finally" Madison groaned as she saw you climbing out of the black SUV that escorted you to the night club you and the gang were linking up at .

"Sorry got caught up" you responded brushing the hair out of your face as the wind blew against it.

"I can see" she chuckled, her eyes focused on the round purple hickey on your collarbone. Your eyes widened, you had almost forgotten about it. You had saw the hickey as you did your make up and Drew's shower but had forgotten to cover it.

"Who were you with?" She asked out of curiosity but you only shook your head, pretending to be shy about your actions.

"ugh okay come on everyone else is inside" She responded. You nodded before tugging slightly on your black dress as it rode up your thighs. You had your hair down with white sneakers on, a simple butterfly necklace and a skin tight strapless dress on that barely that went down a few inches on your thighs.

The music was loud, everyone definitely lit as you both walked in. Your eyes roamed the club. It was definitely a party style. There a lot of people around dancing, and neon objects glowing in the black lights. Madison guided you to the corner booth your shared friends resided in, including Drew.

""You look so cute!" Madelyn beamed as she wrapped you in a tight hug.

"You too babes" You responded, well yelled as you placed your chin on her shoulder, only to see Drew standing behind her, his eyes focused on your body. He almost looked upset. Seeming how you were still on the low about your relationship you didn't confront him, but you did check him out from afar. He stood on the side next to JD black denim jeans with a white striped button up collared shirt, with his signature gold chain around his neck and a black watch on his wrist.

Despite just getting your back blown out by Drew, you had to leave before anyone came searching for you so you didn't get to see Drew dressed up, the last image you had of him was of him in a towel and his wet hair slicked back.

He was looking so good at this point you had to distance yourself from him before you made it obvious of your secret.

"Come dance" Madelyn pleaded tugging on your arm.

"I need to be drunk before i get onto the dance floor" You joked. Madelyn though took you serious and walked over to the bar, ordering at least two shots for everyone since you were each going to be getting an Uber back to the hotels.

"Okay drink up" She responded holding both yours and her shot in the air. You quickly glanced over towards your secret boyfriend who was watching you intensely before you tossed your head back opening your throat, letting the alcohol burn its way down your throat.

"phew" you said, a shiver following shortly after.

"Okay, One more " Madelyn insisted. You didn't plan to get shit faced of course , but you were definitely interested in a good time so you obliged, repeating the same action again, this time the liquids going down a bit easier. You both stood for a second in silence before she shook her head.

"I think one more with do us justice " She grinned. You chuckled, already feeling a slight buzz coming as the alcohol spread through your blood stream.

"Don't you think you've had enough?" You heard someone mumble from behind you. You looked over to see Drew standing behind you. You furrowed your brows together. How the hell did he get over there so fast?

"Don't " you mumbled before looking down at the table trying to avoid his gaze. "You're making it obvious" You responded before taking a step away, turning your back towards him.

Unfortunately you didn't notice how much those words actually upset Drew. IT had almost felt like he was an embarrassment to you with how much effort you put in to hiding him so he walked away, finding his way back next to JD.

"You okay man?" JD asked as he saw the obvious frown on Drew's face.

"Yeah man" He mumbled as he looked across the both of them, watching you quickly gulp away yet another shot of alcohol, bursting into laughter shortly after with Madelyn. He shook his head in disappointment. Of course he wanted you to have fun but he just didn't want you to get so waisted you end up doing something you regret and him not being able to help you since you didn't want him to show his affection towards you in front of everyone.

"Want a shot?" Drew asked glancing over at JD who also looked not too amused at the moment with the environment and in need of some lighting up. They both watched you and Madelyn make your way to the dance floor, merging in with the crowd as the quickly took their first shot, both of them sighing heavily as they attempted to mask the burning feeling.

You immediately began swaying your hips to the upbeat music, the alcohol coursing through your body, giving you an almost out of body type feeling, something you usually didn't get unless you were in bed with Drew.

You didn't intend to jump into the party that fast. after 2 songs Chase had came by with more shots, unaware to the previous t3 you both had taken but neither of you denied them, quickly throwing your head back, wiping the drips off your chin as you looked over at Drew who surprisingly paid you no attention. You dancing slowed down as you realized the group Drew was associating with.

You could see JD and Rudy with Drew which was not an issue. it was the 3 bimbos standing with them too, one in particular standing too close for your comfort towards Drew, her index finger twirling in a poorly curled strand of hair.

You rolled your eyes, jealously now running through you. It was obviously intensified from the alcohol but you wanted to drag him away from the girls and show those girls exactly who he belonged to but you knew you couldn't say anything considering you and him were a secret.

"Hi" You heard from behind you. It was a tall brunette guy, pretty stocky with what looked to be hazel eyes and curly brown hair. At least that what you guessed since the dance floor was only lit up from black lights above you.

"Hi" You said with a friendly smile before turning back around, a frown forming as you noticed Drew laughing at whatever the girl closest to him just said.

"You got a name?" The guy asked, dancing behind you. You turned your head, almost ready to tell him to piss off until you glanced over towards Drew who still had not even given you a glance.

"Y/n" You responded as you turned your body completely around, facing towards him.

You studied his face. He looked cute, or maybe that was just the alcohol clouding your judgment. To your drunken eyes, he favored Timothee Chalamet to you, which was some one who was a sight for sore eyes.

- but, never the less, he wasn't Drew.

The guy mentioned his name back to you but between the alcohol and the music , you didn't hear him clearly. You looked to your side to see Chase and Madelyn in their own little world so you shrugged your shoulders, turning back towards the tall boy.

"You come here with someone?" He asked as he took a step closer, his body swaying along with yours to the music. You glanced over your shoulder towards Drew, the same scenario playing as earlier . You rolled your eyes becoming agitated with Drew before you looked back forward trying not to be obvious.

"I thought i did but it's looking like they didn't come in with me" You said, your lips close to his ear as he leaned forward to hear you.

"Huh" He responded leaning back. "That's to bad. You're very beautiful" He responded. You grinned widely, enjoying the attention.

The song changed, turning to a slower song, a more sensual vibe to it. You turned around, swaying your hips up against the guy as his hand wrapped around your waist.

You usually wouldn't do this, but between the alcohol and your jealousy towards Drew, you were enjoying every second of it in hopes Drew would catch on and realize what he was losing.

And surprisingly , that's exactly what happened.

Drew tried to play things your way. He tried to pretend that there was nothing going on between the two of you. He even gave other women attention to make it believable but it was all fake smiles and laughs when really all he wanted was to hold you. He did try his best though, that is until he looked up to check on you only to see your body being held by another guy, your ass pressed against the guys crotch as he practically dry humped you from behind.

Now Drew didn't drink as much as you did, but he did have 1 to 2 shots , enough to help spark a fire inside of him, rage flowing through his veins. Drew didn't hesitate to make his way over to you, his mind only focused on removing the guy from his girl.

"Y/n what the fuck" He spat out as he tugged on your hand, trying to remove you from him. Your eyes widened, guilt instantly flowing through you. You didn't mean for any of this to happen and seeing Drew standing in front of you fuming, you couldn't help but to feel embarrassed by your actions.

"Man back off alright she's just having a good time" The guy said with a cocky smirk plastered across his face.

"Fuck off " Drew scolded before looking back at you, completely brushing the guy off.

"This is really how you want to sell it ?" He said, his voice louder than normal because of the music, but those surrounding him including Chase and Madelyn hearing.

"Oh go fuck yourself Drew" You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You began to march off of the dance floor, making your way towards the table you were previously at, leaving the stranger stranded.

"REal mature Y/n" He responded following closely behind you. The rest of the group followed behind, beyond confused as to why the two of you would even be arguing like this.

"Oh but you weren't doing the same thing over here with the chick ? Laughing at every little thing she said" You spat out.

He threw his hands up.

"Y/n i was trying to play your little game of secrets" He argued back.

"Wait what secrets?" Madison spat out. The both of you stared at each other, unsure who was going or not going to spill the truth.

"No point in hiding it anymore Y/n" Drew argued. You furrowed your brows in frustration, crossing your arms over your chest as Drew spoke. Which he was absolutely right which upset you anymore.

"Somebody better start talking in point two second or -"

"We're dating" you interrupted, looking over towards Madison.

Everyone's jaw dropped except for JD's, his response was jut of him shaking his head.

"What!?" Madison yelled out in shock.

"Like talking?" She asked, looking between the two of you. " Or like, dating dating?"

"More like dating dating" Rudy butted in, pushing his index finger into a circle he made with his other hand, indicating intercourse.

You quickly placed your head in your hand with embarrassment.

"No fucking way" Chase responded, a wide grin on his face.

"Bro why didn't you tell me?" Chase yelled out placing his hand on Drew's shoulder.

"We didn't want anyone mad at us or like, i don't know it ruin this friendship we all have" You responded, lowering your head in disappointment.

"Y/n are you delusional? Why would that make any of us mad ?" Madison replied with a wide grin on his face.

"You guys, i called it" JD finally spoke, a cocky smirk across his face.

"Whaattt? " you responded looking over at him with confusion.

"You guys have been clung to each other since you first met. I'm not stupid" He laughed. You shook your head, a grin forming on your face.

"Okay the cats out of the bag so you guys don't have to continue pretending okay? " Madelyn responded. "Can we please get back to dancing?" She pleaded. They all nodded before the group once again went their separate ways, leaving you and Drew alone at the table.

"I'm sorry" You responded stepping closer towards him, placing your hand on his.

"ME too" He responded looking down at you.

"I kind of want to get out of here, yanno" You said with a smirk on your face. He grinned back, nodding his head.

"agreed".

*****

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[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Imagine being Azula’s friend but secretly dating Zuko behind her back

One of the first things you and Azula bonded over was your annoying brothers. Azula told you how her brother had stolen one of her best friends away from her and you related to that. Your twin brother was none other than Sokka of the water tribe, who was also very popular with women. Most of the women you knew liked him, from Yue to Toph to Suki to Ty lee! It sometimes felt like you were the second attraction in a friendship and so you and Azula quickly became close over your shared frustrations.

Then....you betrayed her.

Well, betrayal is a bit dramatic but maybe not given how upset she'd been when Mai and Zuko started dating. You knew that had been hard for Azula to process.  How difficult it had been wondering if her friends really liked her or just wanted access to her brother. So when you started liking Zuko you didn’t plan on acting on it at all. Then Mai broke up with him. 

Zuko was around at yours quite often, whenever he visited the water tribe he stayed in your home and when you visited the fire nation he extended the same hospitality. So throughout the years, you just naturally got closer and closer until....it happened. You started hanging out just the two of you and these occasions felt very date-like until Zuko just outright asked you out. You liked him and told yourself one date was fine, what harm could a single date do? But then as you kept seeing each other and one date soon progressed into many many more you knew your time to do the right thing and tell Azula you were dating her brother was approaching. 

However the idea of doing that idea terrified you. You guessed Azula wouldn’t take it well and didn’t want to lose your friendship with her because of your relationship with Zuko. You wouldn’t break up with Zuko just to make her happy but you also didn’t want to lose Azula’s friendship, so when Katara’s birthday arose you were fairly nervous. There was going to be a large party and all of Katara’s friends were coming...which included Zuko and Azula. You hadn’t been together with everyone since you and Zuko started dating so you had no idea how it would feel. The whole time you and Zuko would have to convincingly act like you weren’t a couple and not make anyone at the party suspicious of the two of you. So when Zuko’s ship got in you fixed your eyes on Azula and tried not to stare at him any more than usual. You greeted him formally and didn’t admire him as you usually would. You fell in step with Azula and decided just to focus on her. It wasn’t hard, you were best friends and very close...however fate was not on your side. You got seated across from him at dinner which felt like some sick punishment and struggled not to get lulled into conversation with him. It didn’t help that Zuko was in a playful mood. He kept making comments about the things you’d done on your date and then sending you sly looks across the table. When you met his eye he smirked blatantly and you lightly kicked him under the table. That only made Zuko chuckled and look adorable so you sighed and decided to just keep your eyes down the whole time to survive dinner. 

However, Zuko had no intention of stopping his teasing. After dinner you set about preparing the party for Katara tomorrow and having sent Sokka, Aang, Suki, Azula and Toph on their assigned jobs turned to your job of decorating. You were hanging streamers in the living room when you felt a hand curl around your waist. “Need some help there?” Zuko asked moving closer and he leaned up over you to hang it. “I could have done that myself” you smiled turning to face him and Zuko shrugged “I know you could’ve, but then I wouldn’t have been able to do this”. Zuko gently kissed your neck trailing down to your collar bone making you sigh. “Zuko...stop” you said faint heartedly and Zuko sensed that smirking "I don’t want to and you don’t want me to either, I can tell by how softly you said my name" he smiled "it’s been so long since we’ve had any time together". Your skin erupted in goosebumps and a shiver went down your spine as Zuko pressed closer against you. But you knew how badly this could end if literally anyone walked in. So swiftly you grabbed Zuko’s hands and twisted your way out of them. You held them tightly in one hand so he couldn’t try and slink around you again and used the other to make him look at you "Zuko we can’t okay, not on this trip. God knows i want to, i’ve missed you too but there’s too much that could go wrong i’m sorry". Zuko sighed but nodded his head "don’t worry i understand". Zuko’s shoulders sagged and you knew your insistance on keeping this quiet was difficult for him. "Thank you for understanding" you said hugging him quickly "i know it can’t be easy for you and I appreciate the effort you're going to for me". Zuko smiled resting his head on top of yours "it’s fine, i’d do a lot more for you if you asked but promise me it won’t always be like this....we will tell everyone soon?". You gulped but nodded pulling away "i promise, i will tell Azula...soon!". Zuko nodded “I believe you” and let his hands drop away from you. Not a moment later Sokka and Aang appeared in the room making the two of you jump. “Zuko just the man we need! We were thinking of making an ice sculpture, fancy some fire bending?”. Zuko nodded “sure” and with a last glance to you left the room. 

Hours later the party preparations finished you returned to your room which you were sharing with Azula for her visit. “Sokka made me blow up balloons” she said angrily “something about fire benders being full of hot air”. You smirked at your brother’s nerve when Azula’s next sentence wiped it off your face.  "Also I think Zuko’s dating someone again" Azula said softly and you paused. "Ow really?" you asked and she nodded "he’s been spending a suspicious amount of time in the southern water tribe lately. Lots of visits which he claims are diplomatic but I can’t work out what he actually does here! He doesn’t know that many people and so it got me thinking, y/n do you think your brother and mine....". "No Sokka's still with Suki" you said shaking your head. Azula sighed “and it’s obviously not Katara, she and Aang are basically married, have you seen him hanging around anyone else? He doesn’t know many people so it should be easy to spot". You paused pretending to think but were really just trying to buy yourself time. "Honestly i don’t pay much attention to him when he visits" you said cleverly covering your back "but i will from now on and let you know". "Thank you y/n" Azula smiled. You smiled back relieved Azula didn’t suspect anything and let out a large breath you’d been holding for this entire conversation. You were now more than ready for sleep and got into bed hurriedly. You laid your head on your pillow and closed your eyes utterly exhausted. 

"Goodnight y/n" Azula called and you nodded. You were very sleepy and after a long yawn smiled "good night Zuko".

You realised the name you’d said seconds after it came out of your mouth. 

You froze

As did azula.

"Did you just call me Zuko...". You blinked "did i? I’m sure i said Azula". Azula was quiet for 2 seconds before she shot up "it’s you!" she cried "you're the one my brother’s dating!". "No Azula that’s crazy!!! We'd just been discussing Zuko, that’s why he was on my mind!". Azula shook her head "you're lying! I can tell by the tone of your voice! You’re the new girlfriend aren’t you?". You sighed "Azula i’m sorry i was going to tell you...". "I can’t believe you" Azula yelled and suddenly the door opened. "What’s wrong?" Sokka and Zuko asked bursting in “we heard yelling” and Azula glared. "You! Couldn't just have Mai huh? Had to take another one of my friends? How about when you’re done with y/n you try things with Ty lee?". "Ow she told you...." Zuko frowned awkwardly. "No i worked it out!” Azula spat “Y/n accidentally uttered your name because she’s so lovesick" Azula cried "you both make me sick" and she strode away slamming the front door hard as she exited the house.

After Azula left you all looked at one another unsure what to do or say next. "So...you two are a thing?" Sokka asked and Zuko paused "yes...is your reaction going to be as bad as Azula’s or can i go deal with her?". Sokka shook his head "go deal with her before she burns the village down”. Zuko went to move past Sokka when your brother put a hand to his chest "but come back and see me after, me and Katara will want to talk to you about dating our sister". Zuko surprisingly looked intimidated and nodded "I'll be right back". "Zuko wait i should come too" you called "this is as much my fault as yours". Zuko nodded "let’s go" and led you outside into the cold night after Azula.

You found Azula trekking in the snow and as she wasn’t in proper shoes you gained on her quickly. “Azula!” you called and she jumped. She looked around and glared “ow look the happy couple, how nice of you to grace me with your presence”. Zuko rolled his eyes “only you’d be so attention-seeking to make this about you”. “Attention seeking? Who’s the person who can’t form his own friendships or respect boundaries? No always have to date my friends, is it some weird way for you to gain power over me? A sad way to boost your ego?”. As Zuko and Azula went to square up to each other you stepped between them. “Alright enough the both of you! Zuko please go back to the house, i’ll handle this”. “But she...”. “Zuko please” you said sharply and he nodded “fine” and with a glare left. You watched him go before turning back to Azula. You’d been about to suggest you go home given that Azula was surely freezing out here in the middle of the night but Azula broke into a rant. "Everyone leaves me for him" she cried "Mai! My uncle! Mother! Even my father...after i was smarter, a better fire bender, more loyal and younger he still gave Zuko every little chance and only crowned me after Zuko literally ran away! When will i be good enough people don’t just choose him without a second thought for me?". "Azula i didn’t choose Zuko over you! Just because i like Zuko doesn’t mean i don’t like you still". "That may be true but this changes our friendship completely, it did with Mai! People always prioritise their partners over their friends so i’ll be second best once again". "Are you kidding?" you asked "Azula now i need you more than ever! Relationships aren’t when you ditch your friends, they’re when you need them the most! Who else are you going to go to for a break or a nice getaway? Who else is going to support and love you in only the platonic way a friend can? Who else can i complain about Zuko to when he annoys me or we fight?" you asked "they’re all things you need your friends for! Desperately and that’s going to be the same for me". "But when Mai dated him...". "But i’m not Mai" you smiled softly "Azula we are good friends, i won’t sideline you because of this. You mean just as much to me now as before i started dating Zuko". Azula huffed but you could see her melting. "So...how about we go inside, get some warm milk and talk a bit more about this huh?". You offered Azula your hand and she took it but she didn’t stop there. Azula threw her arms around you and hugged you tightly. "I’m partly doing this for the cold but thank you" she said softly "nobodies ever tried to make me feel supported when they've chosen Zuko, they just tell me to deal with it but you’re the first to try and reassure me and so i know you mean it, to still be my friend". "Of course" you smiled "you're my best friend!". Azula smiled and linked her arm through yours "i like that!”. 

Zuko stared in awe as you and Azula returned grinning. "How did it go is everything okay?". You nodded "your extremely cool sister is fine with it". "Yes i thought this would be a great way to have an inside scoop on you zuzu". "She’s kidding i won’t talk to her about you...a lot". Zuko blinked "okay if everything's okay then i should go speak to Sokka and Katara, they’re waiting for me in the kitchen". Azula smiled "that’s a good idea, when you come back zuzu find me, i have some threats about what will happen if you hurt my best friend". You smiled at Azula and stepped to Zuko "good luck but don’t worry Sokka’s all bite, Katara’s the one to look out for but she has a big heart, just tell her how good a time we’ve had and you’ll be fine". "Good tips, any for my sister?". You smiled "Azula is one i have not worked out yet" you grinned "but i’m sure you’ll manage, you are the firelord after all". Zuko smirked and you patted his shoulder "after your appointment with my brother and sister and then your sister....you could always come find me in your room?". Zuko smiled "is that my motivation for surviving this?". You shrugged "you can think of it as that" and stepped away from him. Zuko watched you before sighing "alright let’s get this over with” he said loudly and strode towards the kitchen.

You turned back to Azula who raised an eyebrow at Zuko’s sudden confidence and she frowned. "Do i even want to know?" Azula asked and you shook your head "no". “Ow and don’t worry if I’m not in our room tonight”. “Euch Y/n!” Azula cried and you shrugged “what? I didn’t say why”. “I know why” she sighed before she smiled “at least I can have your bigger bed”. “Be my guest” you smiled, you had a firelord to get reacquainted with. 

[babydaddyleorio]

How they would act on a plane

These are very much crack headcanons because I needed something to help me escape my writing plateau lmao

                                    How they would act on a plane

Chrollo

-If he’s sitting next to a girl? Oh he’s flirting the whole plane ride.

-Literally won’t shut up and tells her this very extravagant story trying to woo her, the whole time eyeing the necklace that’s placed on her neck.

-Also did I mention that he’s in first class? Yeah he definitely tied up some guy in the bathroom and “borrowed” his ticket.

-He’ll order drinks for him and the girl and will secretly pay for them with her money.

-A true finesser.

-Even the flight attendants love him. He has so many numbers now.

-If he does happen to sit by himself, he’ll probably read a book while listening to classical music.

-He refuses to sleep because he feels like he has enemies everywhere watching him.

-like please you are not the main character Chrollo take the damn nap. 

Shalnark

-He's on his phone the whole time but he’s so obnoxious with it. He purposefully has his volume all the way up just to annoy everyone around him.

-He’ll play games like candy crush and laughs super loudly If he makes a match and groans sadly If he runs out lives.

-The old man next to him wants to bang his head against the chair in front of him because he literally won’t shut up.

-Doesn’t put his phone on airplane mode.

-Probably hacks into the plane. Literally will make the bathroom have the occupied sign on the whole plane ride so no one could use It.

-Has a needle in the pilot’s neck just for fun.

-Also has the plane doing loopity loops in the sky and everyone is screaming for their lives while he’s just laughing evilly.

-Claps when the plane lands.

Feitan

-He just reads the whole ride.

-If you accidentally brush his arm he gives you a death glare.

-He has to jump to reach the overhead because it’s too high.

-He woke up way too early so he’s in a “I hate everyone” type of mood.

-Hisses when the person beside him tries to open up the window.

-He accidentally sits next to an escape exit and when the flight attendant asks him If he’s ready to save others just in case something happens he’s like “....No.”

-Refuses to change his answer too

-Listens to music on his playlist and silently pretends to be in a music video.

Franklin

-Takes up all of the space and squishes you.

-You wonder how the hell his earlobes got that long and he would say something smart to you like “It’s rude to stare.”

-Well excuse me...

-Someone in front him will lean back in their seat and their hair covers the movie he’s watching. 

-Is scared to move it so he just sits there like “😐”.

-All the drinks are too small to fit in his hand so he awkwardly sips from the straw that’s poked in his apple juice box.

-Someone ends up leaning their head on his shoulder while they are sleeping.

-Doesn’t know what to do now and is frantically looking around for help.

Machi

-Knitting or sewing the whole time.

-Do not try to talk to her. She won’t respond.

-Has a window seat because she likes to peacefully look at the clouds and city lights as she’s sewing.

-Also to imagine Hisoka falling from the sky without a parachute.

-Ah, so tranquil.

-Doesn’t like riding on planes because they’re kind of scary. She would never tell anyone that though. 

-Wanted to sit next to Pakunoda but instead got stuck sitting next to a chihuahua who won’t stop yapping at her the entire ride. 

-Has to stop herself from yeeting it out the window.

-The dog will see he’s not getting through to her, so he’ll slowly raise his leg up and Machi will literally start screaming at what he’s trying to do. 

-Yeah she hates her life.

Shizuku

-You can hear pierce the veil blasting from her headphones.

-Binky has its own seat for some reason.

-She goes to the bathroom and once she sees that It’s occupied (kudos to Shalnark) she will turn to go back to her seat but already forgot where she sits.

-The type to bring a book that she never reads.

-If the person next to her is watching a movie, she’ll change It simply because she doesn't like It.

-There’s one flight attendant constantly flirting with her and she gets a lot of free drinks because of them.

-Of course she never catches on and forgets who they are every time they try to talk to her.

Phinks

-Will argue with the flight attendant about how expensive the peanuts are.

-After like five minutes, he finally buys the peanuts and once he’s about to eat them the turbulence becomes so strong that It makes them fly everywhere.

-He has to resist the urge to punch the air.

-Phinks has to have an aisle seat because he gets paranoid easily.

-Phinks will try to go to sleep but there will be a kid constantly kicking the back of his chair.

-He will turn around and would be about to throat punch the kid when suddenly he sees how hot his mom is.

-Simp mode activated.

-He’ll try to flirt with the mom but the kid will notice and he ends up “accidentally” squirting his drink in Phinks face.

-Yeah It’s on sight when he gets off the plane.

Nobunaga

-Watches a movie, probably one dealing with samurai. 

-Somehow got past security with his Katana?

-Most likely because of Shalnark

-Ate really bad airport food which messed up his stomach.

-Feels sick and tries to hold It in, but you can tell by his face that he’s struggling. The old lady beside him stares with wide eyes once she hears his stomach literally start beat boxing.

-He runs down the aisle clenching his cheeks and knocks harshly on the bathroom door, but he sees that sign says occupied.

-Nobunaga is shouting at the non-existent person in there to hurry up holding his stomach.

-Shalnark Is eating popcorn and laughing at Nobunaga as he watches him through the security camera.

-Goes to ask the flight attendant for hemorrhoid cream

Pakunoda 

-Is really nice and will talk to you If you start a conversation with her

-Has earbuds packed for the altitudes and offers you some as well

-Turns her brightness down as she reads smut on her phone. Literally turned her whole body and everything so no one could see the words.

-Her face is so red as she stares at her phone and the flight attendant is so concerned that they ask if she’s okay. Pakunoda jumps so high and almost chucks her phone once she sees them standing over her, scared that they’ll see that she commented “😩💦” under the fanfic.

-Brings homemade snacks and sandwiches that no one wants 

-Has a window seat because she wanted to look out the window and see how small the land is below her

-Unlike Machi, Pakunoda has a cat sitting next to her and the cat absolutely loves her.

-Will probably steal it 

Uvogin

-sleeps the whole ride with a mask over his eyes and a neck pillow that he swiped from someone earlier.

-He snores sooo loudly and everyone around him is irritated because they can’t go to sleep because of It

-He would eat all the food on the plane

-Is the type to laugh very loudly at the movie playing or give commentary about each scene that’s happening

-Didn’t bring any luggage with him and… yeah...

-His head touches the ceiling of the plane and Its really uncomfortable 

-Has no Idea where he’s going but got on the plane anyway

Hisoka (honorable mention)

-Somehow sits in first class with Chrollo and once Chrollo sees him he almost loses his shit

- “This seat is taken.” Chrollo would say while staring straight ahead but Hisoka ignores him and sits down anyway.

- “Do you not enjoy my company?” He’d tease while licking his lips.

-Chrollo immediately gets him kicked out.

-So now he’s stuck in economy with the rest of the troupe. None of them let him sit with them either.

-Finds an empty seat and sits down In it and starts laughing to himself because he’s plotting on how to get back to first class.

-The person sitting next to Hisoka is legit terrified and they side eye him the whole ride while clutching their bag to their chest.

-Will trip people walking down the aisle with his bungee gum.

-He would purposefully take his time to get his bag out, creating a long line for no reason.

-Whole time doesn’t even have a bag.

-Is banned from ever riding a plane again.

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Writing Toph Beifong, Advice from a Blind Writer

I’m Mimzy, an actual visually impaired writer and blogger who talks a lot about writing blind characters accurately and sensitively. A while back someone sent me an anon asking how to write Toph more accurately and sensitively.

Anonymous asked: Hi there! Your blog has been super-helpful already - I thought I knew a bit about writing with blind characters, but it turns out there was a lot to learn - but this is more specific. I'm writing a The Last Airbender fanfiction, and one of the characters is Toph. I think the fandom has done a fairly good job of respecting her blindness, but what are some things you'd like to see when people write her? I want to represent the character as best as possible; thanks in advance!

It’s taken a while for me to answer because I have a lot of thoughts about it as both a blind writer and someone who has read a lot of atla fanfiction. So here we go:

Before we get started, I want to mention some things: 

One: I have an entire series for writing blind characters that continues to grow with time and the most up-to-date version can be found pinned as the top post on my blog. There will be a time-stamp for when the post was last edited and a long series of links to all relevant posts on the subject.

Here’s a quick link to that post, but again, all you have to do is click my blog url and you’ll find it immediately.

Two: I’ve noticed something amazing about the atla fandom and I would like to thank you for it. I’ve noticed a lot of bloggers have taken to writing image descriptions for both the fanart and memes you post in the fandom, whether it’s OP including the description or another blogger adding it themselves. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a fandom so consistently doing this and that’s incredible. Realizing how many different blogs were picking up this habit has warmed my heart.

I’d like to see writers use her other senses. There’s soooo so much more to her O&M (Orientation and Mobility) than earth sense. 

Beyond sight and earth bending, there’s hearing, touch, smell, taste, sense of direction, hot vs cold, sense of pain, sense of where your body parts are in relation to the rest of you, sense of internal well-being, etc. Before Toph had mastery of her earth bending, she had to have mastery of those too.

Toph also must have very strong opinions about certain smells, sounds, tastes, and textures. Toph is opinionated about everything, and when so much of your understanding of the world depends on senses that most people are ignoring in favor of some other sense you don’t have, it gets frustrating. I’m sure that tree looks pretty but the smell is terrible. Who cares if this fabric looks pretty, it’s scratchy, do. not. like. at. all.

But also in positive ways too. Oh, that flower arrangement looks bland and monochromatic? Who cares, it smells sweet and honey-like. Weird dark cavern with high ceiling and no light? The harmonics are awesome.

Every character probably has a certain sight or image they’re particularly fond of: Katara watching snow fall, or Aang enjoying how small the world looks from up on Appa, or Zuko enjoying the sunrise every morning during meditation. In that line, Toph must have some things personal to her that she enjoys.

I imagine she likes the taste of foods familiar to her childhood, the smell of whatever flowers grew around her home, and the texture of certain kinds of dirt Example: loose dirt probably isn’t the best for seeing, but I think she would enjoy how it feels to run her fingers through it or maybe enjoy the way it softens her perception of the world the same way sighted people like to see colorful, bright lights reflecting off puddles in the middle of rain.

If you struggle with this, that’s okay. I recommend taking some time to think about it for yourself, to find what tastes and smells and textures and sounds you enjoy the most, what makes you feel safe and at home, what brings you comfort, and relate that back to Toph.

In a Modern AU, I want to see Toph have a cane. Even in a Modern AU with bending included in the world building, I think Toph would benefit from having a cane.

The cane has a lot more function than bumping into things. A big part is that it signals to others that you are very obviously blind. Which is a big deal because sighted people are really, really bad at spotting the blind person.

(psst, please stop saying ‘the blank look in her eyes’ because I swear to god it’s been killing me inside for years.)

Also, even in an AU with bending, I think Toph would like the advantage of tapping her cane to create a stronger, more distinct vibration than a small shifting of her weight on her feet. It would have more control.

You could give Toph a guide animal, buuuuuuut, um, Toph is not a guide dog person. Like, there are some people who definitely prefer a guide dog, and some people who definitely prefer a cane, and some who definitely prefer no mobility device at all. Toph does not have the vibes of someone who wants to be both responsible and reliant on an animal when she’s so insistent that she can take care of herself on her own. Toph likes animals, but not that much.

Although, yeah, only 10% of the blind community use mobility devices, so cane and guide dog users are the minority of the blind community, but I stand by the vibe that Toph would love the independence of a cane. Also, it’s almost never ever done. Modern AUs never seem to touch much on Toph’s O&M skills with canes or guide dogs.

I wrote a whole post on everything you need to know about canes, what orientation and mobility is, how you learn O&M, what kind of canes exist, how to use them, how to describe the sensory input a cane gives you, and everything I know about guide dogs from past research.

Honestly, you could give Toph (or any blind character) a cane in any AU, because I fully stand by the theory that canes are a piece of technology that has been invented, lost, and reinvented again and again.

I wrote “I found a piece of lost blindness history” a few months ago after a visit to see my grandparents. My grandmother told me how her blind aunt found a way to write letters by hand to send to my grandmother when she was a child. I speculated on how the long cane has probably been invented and then lost and then reinvented over and over again in history, as well as giving a little history on the growing popularity of guide dogs in the 20th century following World War 1.

About the “blank look in her eyes,” I have a theory to the exact cause and nature of Toph’s blindness.

I know it’s common to think that the milky green color of her eyes is why she’s blind, though I’m not sure how many realize that milky green color is caused by severe cataracts. At least, cataracts is what I assume to be the reason for the color of her eyes. However, people with cataracts still have some remaining sense of light and shadow perception.

Only 9% of the blind community is completely blind, seeing absolutely nothing. The rest have some remaining vision, even if that’s only light and shadow perception or the perception of vague movement.

The percentage of people born completely blind is even smaller.

Toph says that she’s never been able to see, which would lead me to guess that the initial cause of her blindness was a defect with the visual processing part of her brain. I also theorize that the cataracts developed slowly over her very formative years and that she likely wasn’t born with them. For that reason, I think it would have taken a few weeks or months for her parents to realize there was something wrong with her eyes.

Here is a post about the developmental years of blind children and how their life would differ from both sighted children and from someone who went blind as an adult.

What is it like to see nothing?

It’s a concept that sighted people struggle with and I completely understand. I myself didn’t understand the concept of “nothing” until someone explained it as this:

“Imagine trying to see out the back of your head.”

Which, genuinely, imagine that. Try that. Because here’s what I found. There’s no part of my body that can help perceive that. I don’t have eyes there, nor do I have a part of my brain that can process that. Because of this, there is no sense of light or dark, no shape or shadow or movement or depth that I can perceive. There is nothing.

And honestly, it gives me a headache trying to think too much about it.

Toph doesn’t see black, doesn’t have a mental image of it. When people talk about light and dark, Toph has nothing to base the concept on. The closest relation she has to that is silence versus sound, or her earth sense when she’s in the air on Appa versus when she’s on solid ground. But it’s not the same.

I would like to examine the way the show tried to describe Toph’s earth sense, that black void with ripples of white stretching from her feet and outwards. Television is a visual medium so of course their explanation of Toph’s earth sense would be visual, but that’s not what it’s actually like in her head. More accurately, it’s like touching the back of your head to something and feeling what’s solid behind it and what has more give. A wall versus a pillow for example. Slamming your hand on a flimsy table and feeling it rattle under your palm. And for someone so adept at using that sense, she feels not just the table surface under her palm, but the individual rattles down the four legs, how uneven those rattles are because the legs are carved decoratively instead of solid planks, and how the foot of each leg bumps against the ground, and how the floor vibrates in response to the impact, which she feels in both her feet and hand. 

About Toph’s Relationship with Her Parents

It’s not something I see touched on much. There’s been a lot of focus on Zuko and Azula’s relationship with their parents and the abuse, as well as exploration of Sokka and Katara’s trauma with losing their mother, and Sokka looking up to his warrior father while Katara struggles with her abandonment issues.

Please don’t take this as a critique, because there are a few valid reasons for this and I would like to give you some insight on how to explore Toph’s relationship with her parents.

For starters, the show had a lot more reason to focus on Zuko and Azula’s parents, with Fire Lord Ozai being the primary villain and Zuko’s greatest abuser, and Azula’s dependent worship of her father in response to Ursa’s neglect and favoritism of Zuko, which was likely Ursa’s response to Ozai’s favoritism of Azula. Their parents are huge driving motivators for why Zuko and Azula make the decisions and mistakes they do, why they are at one point in the show the villains themselves. (And why I think Azula should get a redemption arc and some healing.)

Katara’s trauma of losing her mother and blaming herself is a huge factor in both her response to the war, her relationship with her bending, and her motherly nature with her friends. The show has to explore that. Just as it has to explore Sokka’s problems with toxic masculinity in response to being the man of his village, and his desire to be a great warrior and leader like the father he idolizes. 

The show needs to explore that to make the plot move forward, and it benefits from these being two sibling sets with different responses to their upbringing and different sibling dynamics, setting them up as foils for each other.

The show also wouldn’t benefit by giving Lao and Poppy Beifong more screen time. Their established character were two nobles who kept as far out of the war as possible and prospered monetarily for it. Poppy was polite and demure and Lao liked to lead the conversation. Unless the gAang decided to return to Toph’s home, those characters had no reason to pop up anywhere in the show. And if they did, they would be a hinder to Toph and her part in the plot as both Aang’s earth bending teacher and as the greatest earth bender in the world, tossing Fire Nation soldiers eight ways to Sunday. 

So truly, I understand that there’s not a whole lot of canon material (comparatively) to go off of when developing this, but I will offer some insight on what is there in canon.

Toph’s relationship with her parents is explored in that it maps out why Toph doesn’t want to be mothered by Katara, why she wants to prove how independent she is, but there’s very little on screen interaction between Toph and her parents.

Toph deeply loves her parents. I think that plays into why she doesn’t want Katara mothering her, because she has a wonderful mother at home who she loves and wants to better understand her, but she had no friends growing up and no older sister, which are the roles she needs and wants Katara to fill. If Toph wanted a mother figure, she would have latched onto Katara. Look at how Zuko never sought out another mother figure but did find a father figure in Iroh as he began to heal from his childhood trauma and separate his self image from his father’s acceptance.

Toph is in a complicated situation, she loves her parents but the way they’re raising her is hurting her in the long run. But Toph can see that their actions are because of their immense love for her. She can see how they would do anything for her. While she never had any examples of how other noble children were treated by their parents, who might have been distant or disinterested or always away for their social and work lives, she was remarkably loved by her parents. Her father put careful thought into her tutors and checked in on her progress. Her mother feared for Toph’s emotional state when she was kidnapped (even if she was incorrect about how Toph would respond), showing genuine empathy for her daughter.

I think their over protective nature became the love language Toph best understood them by, and part of her reasoning for not revealing how capable she was, was because she wanted to keep experiencing that love and care for as long as she could. But it’s not a love language she would put up with from anyone else.

I would like to point out Toph’s genuine excitement to see her mom again in the season finale of Book Two, how badly Toph wants her mom to understand and accept her for who she is.

My thoughts on what Toph can’t do: read, swim, see in the sand, fight things mid-air.

For how incredibly powerful the show makes Toph with her earth bending and the O&M she taught herself through it, they do touch on some of her weaknesses when they come up and find a useful way to showcase them.

The Serpent’s Pass was an excellent example of Toph’s vulnerability in water. From her fear of not being able to see on Katara’s ice bridge to not being able to swim and needing Suki to save her, Toph’s weaknesses putting her in danger added to the excitement and “sitting on the edge of your seat” feeling while watching the episode without turning her into someone who was helpless. She was just in a position where her normal defenses were useless.

Just like the earth benders in the metal prison in the ocean, or Katara having little water in the middle of a desert where her friends needed that water to survive more than she needed it to fight, making her vulnerable later in the show when the insect-wasp things attacked. Just like fire benders being weaker at night, or powerless during a solar eclipse, or a sighted person being lost in the dark. Those were just situations in which the tools you were accustomed to relying on could no longer help you or were taken away.

The show was clever in that it didn’t make her inability to read a direct threat to her safety, but rather as a clever plot device for her to be alone when the sand banders attacked and have to choose between fighting them to save Appa, or holding back an entire fricking building by the tiniest spire on its very top from falling into a void leading to the spirit world. It also showed her weakness to not being able to see or fight as well in sand. Which the show later made an effort to show how she’d improved on that problem in Book Three when she was surrounded by nothing but sand at Ember Island.

Like improving her ability to see in the sand, I would like to see a character teach Toph to swim, or at least float, so that she never feels helpless again. If she took the initiative to improve her sand bending so much, I’m sure she would have learn to swim eventually.

And on the note of reading, I’ve seen some speculation on how Toph could learn to read, whether it’s through using ink that has some percentage of earth mixed in, or developing the sensitivity to feel out the different weight, consistency, and texture of ink on paper. 

I would like to bring your attention to Louis Braille, the blind Frenchman who invented Braille while studying at  the Institut National des Jeunes Aveugles, the world’s very first school for the blind in Paris France (established 1785). Previously Louis was learning to read through a method in which each letter was pressed into the paper to leave an imprint that someone could feel out with just their fingers.

Louis Braille concluded that raised lettering was impractical because-

1.       It is difficult to read, the letters had to be printed in huge font to be fully felt out and printed on thick paper.

2.       Thick paper means higher quality, more expensive. Larger font means more paper is needed for a single text.

3.       This made it inaccessible due to expense and the sheer volume of a text.

4.       If today’s Braille books are hard to access and giant compared to traditional books, I can’t imagine how inaccessible those raised letter books really were.

The subject of Braille, the start and controversial near downfall to  Institut National des Jeunes Aveugles were discussed in a post about writing a blind character during the Victorian Era.

I’ve heard others complain in the past about fantasy universes in which a sighted person invents a solution to allow the blind to read, when the most effective and longest lived method was invented by a blindman over two hundred years ago and is the standard taught in schools today.

And while I couldn’t easily explain it or how it works because I can neither read Braille nor speak Chinese, I can tell you that Chinese Braille exists and works only slightly differently from the Braille western languages use. So, again, modern AUs especially would benefit from enabling Toph to read Braille and use a computer and phone with screen reader.

But just as easily you could choose not to have her learn to read but rather have sighted people read things aloud to her. Whether it’s in a professional setting as an adult having an assistant who reads and writes for her, or as a cute, fluffy little moment between Toph and another character. Both are just as genuine to the blindness experience.

Blind Jokes

If you ever get around to reading my post about blind jokes, I’d like you to remember that it’s primarily written for people writing original characters and that Toph canonically makes blind jokes, so to take away from that would not be true to her character.

Does Toph’s Earth Sense Negate her Blindness?

It’s a question I’ve seen raised before and discussed by both abled, disabled, and blind people. There are multiple perspectives on it, but my own take on it is that Toph’s earth bending does not negate her blindness, but rather functions very much like the process of learning to use a cane.

She had a tool, a teacher, and she learned to use that tool. Instead of a cane, it was seismic perception and her teacher were blind badger-moles. She spent years learning to earth bend as they do and then continued to take it to new heights as she explored fighting with it on her terms against sighted fighters.

Come to think about it, I would love to see Toph teach another visually impaired or blind earth bender who to see and bend as she does.

Is Toph Good Blindness Representation?

This question was posed to me in the comments of my master post, and my answer was something like this: “Toph is good representation, but she can't be the only type of representation we get. She's the best we had 15 years ago, but there are a million ways to nuance the blindness experiences. Toph's experience being born blind, having very over protective parents, being a small girl in a patriarical and wealth influenced society, having no friends growing up. Those are all great aspects of blindness to show, but there is so much more to explore. As for her blindness and whether or not that's negated, that's also nuanced. She has limits, she's not all-powerful, but she is the best earth bender hands down. More or less, I love Toph, she's a great character, give me like a million more blind characters who are completely different from her.”

I want to see accurate and well-written blind characters become much more common in modern media, and that’s why I started this blog. So if you decide you want to write your own blind character from scratch, feel free to come back and look at some of my other stuff.

End Notes:

I want to thank the anon who sent the original question because it never occurred to me how much the atla fandom would benefit from a post like this. 

You should follow my blog. Along with advice about writing blind characters, I write general writing advice and answer questions about writing, college, plot development, character analysis, and living with blindness. I curate writing advice from fellow writeblrs, write my own image descriptions for writing memes, post about mental health and working/living with ADHD, disabilities outside of blindness, and LGBTQA+ topics. 

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JJK Men x Insecure chubby Fem!reader

Today has been hard to think of myself positively, and I have friends who struggle with the same thing, so I thought I could indulge some people with some very loved characters reminding us that, no matter our size, we're perfect.

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami

Warnings: Insecurities, body dysphoria, Toji's gets spicy (sue me), suggestive at the end of Nanami's, tooth rotting fluff.

Satoru Gojo

- Let's be completely honest here, this man rarely feels insecure, if he ever does.

- He wouldn't be able to sympathize, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. In fact, it makes him care a lot more.

- His comfort methods aren't for everyone either, so be prepared. He's trying, give him that.

- Humor. That's what this man knows. Iykyk, this man deflects any form of trauma with his humor.

- If he notices it isn't working, then he'll come up with something else because he loves you. That love tells him that he has to try.

"Oh sweetie pie, I'm home!" Satoru's voice carries easily through the house, but you can't seem to care at the moment. Your cheeks still feel somewhat sticky from the tears that have fallen the past thirty minutes.

"Honey bun? I said I-" His voice cuts off, and you know you're caught. The bed shifts where your boyfriend lowers himself beside you. "Y/N, why are you crying?"

"I-I don't want to talk about it, Satoru." He removes his blindfold with a small chuckle. "Did your favorite anime character die?" "No." "You sure? You tend to sob when-" "I said I don't want to talk about it."

He freezes at the way you lash out at him. Yeah, something is actually wrong.

"Love," his voice softens in a way that shows how worried he is, "is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all?" You're quiet for a minute, but you eventually scoot closer to him.

"You want me to hold you?" All you manage is a nod before more tears slide down your cheeks. His long arms encase you securely against him. "I can do that as long as you need. I'm here for you, Y/N."

The two of you stay like that, you crying softly into his uniform while he runs his hand up and down your back.

Eventually, your sobs turn into small sniffles, and you finally speak. "I.. I'm sorry for snapping at your earlier, Sato." He smiles at the loving nickname. "No, baby, I'm sorry for joking around. You wanna talk about it now?"

"I just... I was thinking about.. how many girls looks so much better than I do." He scoffs. "You're kidding, right?" "Sato.." "No, I mean that. It isn't a joke. Baby, we've been through this since day one. I. Want. You."

You hide your now blushing face against his chest. "But.. I just don't understand.." "Look at me, baby." When you do, his bright blue eyes seem to shimmer. "You're the love of my life. You're gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, and every other synonym to those that I'll have to get Nanami to teach me because I will remind you everyday until it gets through your thick ass skull."

His hand comes up to rest on your chubby cheek, where he starts to wipe away the drying tears. "I. Love. You. So. Freaking. Much. Y/N." Each word is punctuated with a kiss on a different part of your face, until he eventually meets your lips.

The small giggles you let out makes him smile. "There's that beautiful laugh! Come on, why don't I pop some popcorn and we go watch whatever you want on the TV?" Your shit eating grin makes him snort a bit of laughter. "Even if it ends in a favorite character dying?"

"I don't mind having to hold you a bit longer."

Toji Fushiguro

- This is also someone I don't think can really empathize with you and your insecurities.

- However, when this man falls he falls HARD

- He will do anything in his power to make you feel better.

- Well

- Anything he can do while still seeming nonchalant about it

- Lets talk about how this man would take matters into his own hands, with his own hands, to make sure you know how loved you are. (You couldn't have expected just fluff with him, give me a break y'all.)

"Y/N," Toji kicks his shoes off carelessly at the door, "I'm home." He raises a confused eyebrow when he looks around the house. Plates from your movie night yesterday lay strewn about the coffee table, still.

'She never leaves dishes out. That's weird.'

He starts to walk around the house, worry filling his chest. It just isn't like you to leave a mess, or to not greet him at the door. There's no way someone came and did something to you, right? No one is THAT dumb, surely.

When he hears the small sniffles coming from your shared bedroom, he breathes a small sigh of relief. "Y/N? I'm coming in." He pushes the bedroom door open to see you cuddling his pillow while laying on your side.

His eyes widen at the sight of your body trembling from the small sobs. "Y/N?" He walks around the bed to kneel in front of you. "What happened?"

"N-Nothing Toji. Sorry, I-I know the house is a w-wreck." "Shut up about the damn house. I don't care. Why are you crying?"

You finally sit up, which lets him sit beside you on the bed. "I just.. Bad day." "Who do I need to stab?" "T-Toji?! You can't solve everything by stabbing!" He shrugs a bit. "You can try."

He smiles sweetly when you slap his arm. "That isn't funny." "Hmmm, but it made your cheeks flush." "Toji Fushiguro!" "Alright, alright. You wanna tell me what's wrong now?"

"I just.. looked in a mirror for too long, babe. Don't worry about-" "I'm lost. What do you mean you looked in one for too long?" You sigh, knowing he hates vague answers.

"My body is disgusting me today, Toji." He scrunches his eyebrows and leans in a bit closer to you. Your face heats up from the slight glare in his eyes.

"Looks the same to me." "Toji, I-" "Correct yourself." His already deep voice seems to drop even lower. Your entire body trembles. "S-Sir."

"Good girl. Now, let me get this straight. You don't think you're attractive." You shake your head, suddenly feeling the tears come back to your eyes. "Why not?" "J-Just.. my body.. it isn't.." "Skinny?" The word hurts your heart, but you nod, knowing he expects some sort of answer.

"So? You're exactly what I need, Y/N." You glance up to meet his loving gaze. "N-need?" "Don't play dumb. You know I need you. Now, we have to fix those insecurities."

He stands, offering his hand out to you. When you take it, he pulls you to your feet.

"Now," he groans as he lays back down on the bed, "I've had a tiring day at work. I want you to strip and come take a seat." "A-a seat?" His smirk tells you what you need to know before he elaborates. "I AM rather starved. Come on, I'm pretty impatient."

"To-Sir, I'm too.." "Heavy? Try again. You aren't getting out of this." He snaps his fingers, and the sound runs deep into your core. His eyes watch you hungrily as you start to get out of your pants.

"Now, for every one of your orgasms, I want to hear 'I'm Toji's pretty princess.' Understand?" "Y-yes sir."

You have no idea what posses you, but you finally let out you own witty comment. "You could at least take me to dinner first."

"You cheeky brat, don't worry. I have plans for your meal."

Hope you don't mind being hoarse for a while. You had to repeat just how pretty you were a number of times.

Choso Kamo

- SWEETEST MOTHER FUCKER I SWEAR

- He doesn't see a single flaw in you, honestly.

- Plus, he doesn't really understand beauty standards. All he knows is he loves every inch of you.

- Nothing goes unloved by this big ass baby.

- You crying would probably bring him to tears because he feeds off your emotion.

- But there is no doubt this man will do anything and everything to see your smile again.

- A true king who just wants his queen as happy as she makes him.

He left you for maybe an hour. Maybe. Choso just had to run and pick up a movie from Yuji.

"Angel, Yuji said that we have to-" He drops the movie the instant he sees tears in your eyes. "L-love? What happened?"

He rushes to your side and wastes no time wrapping you in his strong embrace. Your hands grip his shirt in a feeble attempt to pull him closer.

"What happened? Do you need something? A doctor?" His eyes are scanning your body for any signs of pain. His hands running gently over your back, arm, sides, but everything seems normal.

"I-I'm okay, Cho." "No, you aren't. Please, angel, don't lie to me." His own eyes start to fill with tears, but he tries to will them away. He knows he shouldn't be crying, but seeing you in any pain hurts him just as much.

"Cho, I just.. It's stupid." His large hands cup your face so you're forced to meet his eyes. "Nothing that makes you cry is stupid. Absolutely nothing, my love."

"I.. I tried to put on a hoodie of yours because I was cold." He blinks in confusion. "Was.. was it dirty?" "No I.. I stretched it out.." he tilts his head.

"Is that all?" You nod, but even more tears come to your eyes. "I just hate how big I am.. I thought you would find it cute to come home and see me in your clothes but.. I just messed them up.." He stands, suddenly walking into the kitchen. "C-Cho?"

"I bought some of your favorite ice cream. You know, the kind you always crave on your period. I figure we can cuddle and you can enjoy it while we watch a movie."

"I- I don't really want anything to eat." He smiles, still grabbing it and a spoon. "I know, but just in case. Listen," he places the carton on the table next to you, "you're gorgeous. Every part of you just screams beauty. Nothing could ever change that. Not your size, not you stretching out a stupid hoodie, not you crying, nothing."

He opens the carton, only to get a spoonful out and kneel in front of you. "Open up, angel." You do as he says and allow him to feed you the ice cream. You can't help but smile as you eat it.

His index finger wipes a few old tears from your cheeks. "There's that smile I love. Now, I think we need a movie and some cuddles. How does that sound?" You can only nod, absolutely floored by how much Choso truly loves you.

No more negative thoughts came to your mind while you laid against his chest. He even took a few times to feed you more ice cream throughout the movie.

Oh yeah, he totally bought new hoodies in a bigger size so you could wear them around the house without fear of stretching them.

Kento Nanami

- KING ENERGY

- You can't tell me this man doesn't want someone who acts as his pillow. Come on.

- That being said, Nanami knows how it is to be insecure.

- Whether it's over body insecurity or not, that can be argued either way. Still, insecurities aren't something he's ignorant about.

- On days where you can't seem to like your body, he'll do whatever you need.

- Need to be alone? No problem. Need someone to talk to you? Covered. Just need to be told you're loved? He'll tell you as many times as it takes.

- However, he can't help but be blunt. That's just who he is.

- He does it out of love for you, though. He never wants you to believe something that isn't true.

It's really hard for you and Nanami to get the same day off of work, and today was no different. Since you were the one working today, Nanami decided to take up cleaning the house and preparing dinner. He would also insist on doing the dishes, but he knew better. You never allow him to do all of the work.

He watched the clock hit five thirty and smiled. No doubt, that was your car he heard pull into the driveway. Now that you were home, he could surprise you by telling you that he managed to get the next five days off, which matched your schedule.

The front door opens, and he's quick to call out a "Welcome home, dear. Dinner will be done soon." He turns his body, preparing to catch you in his embrace as usual. However, all that happens is you call back, "Thanks, Ken."

His eyebrows furrow, and he quickly takes dinner off the stove so he can go check on you. He's not one to forget anniversaries or anything like that, so his mind is going through any possible reason you just called him Ken.

"Bad day at work, dear?" He wipes his hand on his apron as he comes around the corner. You were already sitting on the couch, eyes on your phone. "Yeah, I guess." "Okay," he sighs and sits beside you, "would you like to talk about it?" When you finally look at him, his eyes widen. Your eyes are puffy, as if you had been crying.

"Y/N.." "It's just coworker drama, Ken, don't worry too much about it." He scrunches his face. Those women you work with always pissed him off. He's noticed them staring at him whenever he brings you lunch. "Well, humor me a bit. What happened today?"

He just knows you can't resist gossiping with him after a work day. "I-I don't want to repeat it, Ken." The worried look in his eyes makes you whimper. "What?"

"I'm not used to you calling me 'Ken' at home." "Sorry, honey. It's nothing you did." He smiles softly and reaches to cup one of your cheeks in his hand. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" You do. God, you do because you know you'll cry again and he'll be here to hold you through it.

"They started talking about you." "Me?" "Yeah," you look at your hands, already feeling your chest tighten, "and started laughing at how you're.. settling for someone who is as big as I am.."

Nanami's soft looks suddenly turns harsh. How dare they say stuff like that? What's worse is he's sure they knew you could hear them!

"Really?" When you nod, a tear falls onto your lap. "It just.. really hurt knowing that I'm not the only one who thinks that." "Y/N.." He pulls you into a hug with a soft sigh.

"Don't think like that. Dear, if I wanted anything different than what I have now, you would know it." You sigh and cuddle into his warm embrace. "I know, but-" "But nothing, my love. I love you, only you, forever you. Do you understand?" You glance up and he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah.. I love you too, Kento." "I have an idea." "Uh huh?" His smirk has you worried. "Well, we both have the next five days off.." "We do?!"

The excitement in your voice has him chuckling. "There's my pretty laugh. Yes, we do. I'm thinking on your first day back.. you go in with a ring on your finger."

You blink in confusion. "K-Kento, you don't-" "Oh I do. Am I the person to joke about wanting to marry you?" Your eyes start to fill, yet again, with tears. However, these tears make Nanami also tear up a bit.

"Are you... asking..?" "I have a ring just for you in my suit jacket, Y/N. Just say you'll marry me." He isn't really expecting you to jump on him, so when you do, he falls from the couch to the floor. "You know I'll marry you, Ken!"

The two of you share a long kiss, complete with tears and laughter. "Well, now that that's decided. I think we should get a head start on something." "What would that be?"

He stands before securing you in his arms bridal style. "The Prehoneymoon." "That isn't a thing, honey." He smirks before playfully smacking your ass. "For you, Mrs. Nanami, anything is possible."

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