#sometimes i also just wanna put him in a jar so he doesn't have to make rash decision

[layzeal]

i love wei wuxian for being the textbook definition of a "i'll burn that bridge when i get there" kind of guy, but it also does stress me out like a mother duck watching her duckings walk over metal grates

[novvabee]

And They Were Roommates pt. 8

Summary: You are sick and Remus takes care of you

cw: throwing up, sickness

You were the most sick you think you had ever been in your life. You woke up nauseous, threw up a couple times, went back to bed, woke up more nauseous, threw up some more, then crawled (literally) back into bed. You were shaking all over, all you wanted to do was sleep. You debated going and getting some medicine, but you couldn’t move without feeling sick.

You had stayed in bed all day, it was almost 3 when you heard a knock on your door. Awake, but unable to speak, afraid that it would make you more nauseous. You heard the door open and someone slowly make their way in.

“Y/N, are you alright?” you heard Remus ask quietly, as if trying not to wake you.

You could only reply with a weak groan.

Remus came closer, sitting on the edge of your bed, a comforting hand on your back. “Are you alright love? You've been in bed all day.”

You cracked your eyes open just a little and turned to face him. You couldn’t help the shaking that started. Remus put his hand to your forehead and down your cheek.

“You're burning up. Have you felt like this all morning?” He asked. You nodded, managing to let out a slight sound of agreement. He tucked the blanket up higher on you and stood off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

He left the room, door still open and you could hear the three boys speaking incoherently downstairs. It could have been moments or hours until you heard footsteps coming up the stairs again. It was Remus, Sirius and James in tow. Remus was holding a mug of steaming liquid, James a heating pad and fuzzy blanket, and Sirius some jar of red liquid which you just assumed was some medicine. 

“You alright?” James asked, setting the heating pad at the foot of your bed and spreading the blanket on top of you. You wish they would stop asking that. Not only could you not answer, but you were also very clearly not. You shook your head. “We brought you a couple things.”

Remus and Sirius were speaking quietly to each other, pouring the red liquid into the mug. “What is that?” you asked. You hated the taste of some medicines, this one might make you vomit again. 

Remus smiled sweetly at you, easing some of your nerves. “It’s ok love, it's just some medicine.” He says.

That doesn't make you feel any better. “But what kind, I-I can’t- what if I-”

“Shh,” Remus interrupts, “I promise you’ll feel better. It tastes like ginger and vanilla, it’ll settle your stomach, yeah?” he brushes the damp hair from your forehead. You made another sound of agreement. He helped you sit up slightly, and handed you the mug. It smelled like vanilla, but not in an overly sweet, nauseating way. Your hands shook as you brought it to your lips, Remus making sure you didn’t spill any. 

The warm liquid seemed to seep through your whole body, easing your aching muscles and settling your stomach. You relaxed more into your pillows and Remus took the mug back. “Keep taking little sips of this. It’ll help.” he said sitting back on your bed.

You shook your head still too weak for so many words. Remus just tilted his head and asked “What’s wrong love?”

You mustered up enough energy to say, “I don't wanna get any of you sick.”

James and Sirius smiled at Remus and left the room, Remus still planted firm right next to you. “Remmy, I mean it.” you tried to fight.

He pulled the blanket up around you, making sure you were covered and comfortable. “I know you feel like shit, and trust me, I have a lot of experience in that area. I won’t get sick.”

You were in no shape to put up any sort of a fight, but you want to. He hands you the mug for you to take another sip and asks, “You wanna watch something? Sometimes it’s good to distract your brain.” He pulled your computer closer and opened it.

“Remmy…” you said so quietly. Still shaking.

“Hm.”

“I-I’m cold.” You said, shaking. He pulled you closer, your head now on his chest. He brushed his hand along your hair, almost in a petting motion. It felt good. You let out a little sound, something like a pur. 

“Hm?” Remus asked.

“Feels good.” you said without thinking, the sickness and medication putting you in a delirious state. “Please keep doing it.”

Remus chuckled but said, “Well when you ask so nicely, of course.” he ran his long fingers through your hair again, playing with the ends when he reached them. You vowed that if you got him sick, if he came down with the same thing, you would return the favor.

You noticed the string around Remus’s other hand, the bracelet you had made for him. You smiled slightly and played with the little charm. Remus let you. In your foggy state of mind, you let your fingers wander to the scar that sat just beneath the bracelet. You traced the line, then another one along his forearm. 

You always wondered what happened, how he had gotten them, but you never wanted to ask, you didn’t know if he would be comfortable talking about it. You didn't want to bring it up and make him uncomfortable or embarrassed. But now in your state, your filter must have slipped.

“Remmy?” you asked up at him. He just looked down at you, knowing what you were going to ask. You blushed, realizing that it probably wasn’t the time or place to bring up this topic. “Uh n-nevermind.”

He lazily smiled at you. “It’s ok love,” he said looking at his arms, just like you were, “I can’t really talk about them but, I can tell you that they don't hurt. You don’t need to worry.” He said softly to you. “I think they add character, make me look… dangerous.”

You turned to face him wholly, fighting the nausea and looked in his bright eyes. “I think they make you look beautiful Remus. They’re striking and different.” you weren't lying, not even in your brain fog, you really did think that he was beautiful, scars and all. 

He brushed a hair behind your ear. “You feeling better?” he asked.

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, a bit. Still cold and shaky. Would you mind staying for a while longer?” 

“I’m not going anywhere.” He told you, pulling you against him, sharing his warmth with you. It was true, he didn’t go anywhere for hours, he set up movies for you to watch, and even when you had fallen asleep on his chest, he stayed playing with your hair. 

After a few hours, the other two wandered up, peaking through your door and seeing you two cuddled up, both asleep and looking so naturally peaceful.

“This is not fair,” Sirius whispered to James. 

“We’ll get our turn.” James replied. “We just have to pluck up the courage to tell her you know.”

Sirius whipped his head toward the bespeckled boy. “We all agreed not to until she made the first move.” He reminded James.

“Yes,” James said quietly, “But I am tired of waiting, and I want her to be laying on me like that.” He pointed to where you and Remus still slept.

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[hoshinasblade]

Hello!! I saw your tangent, about Hoshina being an audio sender, kind of guy. And I have to say I one hundred percent agree with that sentiment. Vice Captain is someone I can definitely imagine being a talker in bed.

Cause when you REALLY think about it. He seems like the type who can easily get away just by yapping. And often times he's developed the social skills to redirect the conversation to something else. Especially during the days when he'd be compared to his brother and all that.

It could be a simple jab or a comment about his incapability to use firearms. And I see him as a person who can easily facade a laugh and redirect the conversation so that it loses focus, away from him. And because he's an expert yapper, I'd like to think that skill transfers in bed too.

Hoshina is a distinctly intelligent and observant character. As such, he's someone who probably knows what his partner likes. Particularly the type of dirty talk they'd prefer.

And since he's so used to having to issue commands and the like. Particularly in the way he orders Number 10 and lower ranked cadets. I'd like to think his transition to rougher talks in bed is made easy. And he comes to find out that he actually likes to be loud. He's a talker.

While I do think he isn't exempt from silly or giggly type of sex. Where he'd enjoy softer moments with his partner. I do think he's meticulous in the way he times and handles intercourse. And therefore would likely prefer and really take his time with his significant other. To properly schedule a time and place to do foreplay; which of course, translates to dirty talk. And such this may perhaps allude to a more leading role in bed.

Also, Pet Names. He's a talker so of course pet names will be used. Both inside and outside of the bedroom, I see Hoshina being the type to use Pet Names to give his partner sweet praises.

Hoshina is someone who I believe is not against the idea of degradation. But I do think he prefers praise over it. When his partner does something he particularly likes, he'd likely yap about it and praise them. Similarly, I see him as someone who's also a sucker for being praised, since he doesn't get too much of that in his life. (Or at least, he was never told outright in his face. As most characters in the manga compliment him via inner monologues or when he isn't in ear shot)

In summary, yes I think he's a yapper. In bed and out of it, he'll talk you through it. 🫡🫶

taking a break from work right now and this has been the best interpretation of hoshina's character that i've ever received, let me explain:

we can all agree that hoshina is a certified yapper. he has multiple scenes in the anime where he's either just laughing or talking (be it to someone else or to himself through some sort of an inner monologue). long story short, that guy has ALWAYS something to say.

and im crying because aside from what you have mentioned that he is intelligent and observant, he is also a natural giver. so if you're into dirty talk, he of course delivers and even exceeds expectations. the thing is he doesn't even have to try hard, when he was being created, god put an entire jar of "smooth talking skills" on him and called it a day. let's just say that his mouth is full of surprises *wink*.

i will have to agree with you on him being authoritative in the bedroom when he's being rough. don't get me wrong, usually he asks you for what you want, what you need - he is hungry for feedback, but sometimes he ups the game and just straight up tells you what needs to happen according to what he wants to happen. im officially declaring that power over you especially during intimate moments gets him off like no other. completely up to you if you wanna resist or you wanna go with it, but him being a boss is a big thing for him.

hoshina being loud in bed, oh god. this is so accurate. i've mentioned earlier that he gets demanding of feedback from you, and im pretty sure that from his end, he doesn't shy from letting you know how good he feels too. i mean, communication is key and all that. above that, he likes your reactions when he moans so win-win.

considering i don't think he has a lot of free time on his hands, he definitely treasures it when he can get you alone with him, so he would definitely take his time with you. the disadvantage is unless you explicitly beg, foreplay can last for hours. he doesn't like to see you suffering, he's just really thorough and methodic. plus, delayed gratification lol.

THE PET NAMES. he'd prefer your name, but pet names are also welcome, if only to tease you. the pet names he gives you always have "my" in front of it though, so it would be my love, my princess, my darling, my cumslut.

ten points to gryffindor because yes, for hoshina, praise > degradation. he's unique though because when he degrades you, there is still some praise in it ("you're doing so well, slut"). this boils down to his love language being words of affirmation, i'd like to think. he didn't really have a lot of experiences in the past where people would appreciate him verbally so i believe that when he gets the chance, he does it for you as a way of healing himself too. and yes lol he likes being praised too. he knows he's good at what he does, but when you compliment him for something really personal ("i like it when you hold my hand cause you make me feel safe"), i just think his eyes would turn into a heart-shaped thing.

just wanna share something that hasn't been mentioned and not nsfw but you won't have any issue with communication while dating the guy - he is honest, and open, and kind when he has to tell you something so he isn't just a yapper at that.

i'd been enjoying these, please send me more!!!

[the-s1lly-corner]

Proxies with a fem reader going to a pumpkin patch so she can pick out her pumpkin? :>

Proxies and Fem!Reader going to a pumpkin patch!

obligatory toby is platonic but tbh i dont think romance ties too much into these specific hcs also i havent been to a pumpkin patch in years so im really scraping my brain trying to remeber what people do asides pick pumpkins...and google... a lot of google... i admit i had to fight myself not to make this a group thing where it's all together but im 80% sure you wanted these separate no unique gifs for each character, too eepy (its 6am rn and i couldnt sleep for the life of me SOBS)

Masky:

I feel like out of the three he's probably going to give the most resistance, he just doesn't like being around where loads of people may be; too much noise you know? But with enough coaxing and reassurance I do believe you can convince him to tag along

Most straight forward about it, wants it to be in and out, so he kinda beelines and tries to find a pair of pumpkins that'll do

"Babe... those ones are too small to carve..." "They're. Average."

Sorry I had to make that joke

Anyways

Out of all the activities there you might get him to sit down for a hayride if it's not too too packed!

Overall it's an okay experience, but really this guy would prefer the pumpkin carving at home after the fact; out on a porch sitting next to one another, alone in comfortable silence! He saves the seeds to make into snacks later

Hoodie:

A little more willing to go out! I feel like he's the easiest in terms of talking into stuff! As long as it's not anything dangerous he's more than willing to spend time with you.... all the better to keep his eye on you.. both in a cute aww he wants to protect you way and a creepy way but hey that's creepypasta for you

If they're offering shitty quickly constructed rides count him in, he's going to be the one dragging you!

While I'm not sure what rides would be there I'm sure there'd be but you're gonna be there for way longer than originally planned

Saving this for another day but Ferris Wheel trope where it gets stuck, one of y'all totally shouldn't send in a character for me to do that for wink wink nudge nudge

Probably the most emotive you see Hoodie, ever, it's actually a little jarring at first but it's cute in it's own way that he's getting all hyped up over some rides

overall? y'all forget to actually. pick pumpkins so you guys have to almost immediately return to go browse at the pumpkins that remain. Does the thing where you knock on produce to make sure it sounds right. Does he know what he's going or what he's looking for? No clue but hey there's that mental image, Hoodie kneeling down on the ground, head pressed against a pumpkin and tapping it

Ticci Toby:

Pretends to not wanna go but really he's totally fucking stoked that you wanna go somewhere with him, him? like him him? Toby? Well if you insist-

That bit sounded mean but I believe Toby feels.... I don't know how to put it but like I think it's because he used to be bullied and left out that he still gets a little surprised when you willingly invite him to hang out; not that he's complaining though

Haunted corn maze. This fucker beelines for the corn maze. You have lost your silly friend with an affinity for collecting empty snail shells (hc)

Good luck trying to find him, if it's one of those mazes with scare actors he's not going to flinch or scream so there goes your audio cue

Eventually you do find him though! So it's not totally disastrous! It just takes you upwards of fifteen minutes because you yourself got lost before looping back to the entrance, only to find this little shit sitting right by the entrance

Seriously how the fuck did he do that?

No clue

You know how sometimes pumpkins are bumpy or a lil... off looking? Leave it to this fucker to make several jokes about how they look, primarily ragging on the bumpier ones

"Hey look, it looks like you" "shut the fuck up"/j

Generally a very good time as long as you ignore the small heart attack you got when Toby disappeared! Good luck cleaning the mess after carving up your pumpkins

He probably tries to see what the guts taste like

idk what raw pumpkin guts taste like

not sure if its any good because ive only tried pre canned pumpkin puree and used it for baking so idk if it tastes good straight from the source

[captainjamster]

hi i have a request Price gives stress relief to reader

if youre too busy thats fine

i absolutely read your username instead of price and started writing for graves until i realised, so uhhh... this idea but with phil coming at some point! also wasn't sure if you meant stress relief or stress relief, so this gets nsfw!!

thank u for the ask my little sunshine i hope you enjoy, i am never too busy for a request, especially not from a fellow graves lover <3

Pairing(s): Price x AFAB!reader (no gendered nicknames or pronouns) Warnings: NSFW, fingering, light dirty talk Wordcount: 2.2k Summary: Price gives you a hand winding down after a frustrating day at work, though mutual satisfaction is on his mind. AO3 Link: Right here <3

Full fic is under the cut <3

The pages rustle as John flickers through them, smoothing out with the tapping of your phone to create a peaceful, white noise. Yet despite the atmosphere, a heavy weight presses on your chest, brow furrowed and shoulders tight as you scroll through your apps. You can feel John's eyes on you, taking in your sullen form as you glare a hole into your screen.

"You're quiet, love."

John breaks the silence, looking down at his book again. You take a moment to compile a response, debating whether to delve into the frustrations of your week.

"Just a day, I guess."

He takes in the short, avoidant answer, thumbing the pages of his book. "Don't want to talk about it?"

"I don’t know. Not really."

John looks at you again, and this time, you turn to him too.

"Can I hold you?"

You nod, not trusting your voice. The moment your head inches forward, the book thuds onto his bedside table with a careless toss, immediately spreading his arms open. "C'mere, sweetheart."

You crawl into his lap, curling up and sinking into him. His arms wrap around you reflexively, bringing your head to rest against the bristle of his chest, the other arm rubbing up and down your back. He doesn't press the subject, just sets a steady pace to inhale and exhale with, rocking you softly with each breath.

After a few minutes, you initiate conversation yourself, mumbling against the skin of his sternum.

"So... Shit. Everything is so shit."

"Shit, love?"

You rub your cheek against his chest hair as you nod. "I hate people."

"Yeah?"

Drawing in a sharp breath, the feeling of burning frustration reignites in your lower stomach as you spill out an angry tirade. "God, I just want to tear their fucking heads off sometimes! I want one day, just one day, where I can speak my mind. I could ask them "oh, I'm sorry, is your fucking price wrong? Okay, now is it MY fault or YOUR fault that you didn't check the coupon was in date before you used it?" Maybe their fucking brains would start working if I didn’t have to just smile and say “yes customer, no customer! Whatever you want customer!” like the stupidest shit didn’t just come out their mouth!”

You turn, back pressed to his stomach as you gesture agitatedly. "I can't stand it! "Oh, oh! I dropped this jar and now it's cracked! Can I get it for free? Oh, my kid ate half of this apple, but he doesn't want it, so I'll just put it back on display! Let's berate this minimum-wage worker because the line was slightly long at midday, like they have any control over that!" Like, why do people become such monsters whenever they step foot into a store? My friend from that clothing shop down the street? She said someone tried to return a whole bag of dirty underwear, like what the fuck?"

Huffing, your jaw clenches tight as you cross your legs, flopping your head back against his shoulder dramatically.

"I'm sorry, baby." He murmurs lowly, running his hands up your arms, digging his thumbs into the tense flesh of your shoulder. "S'not fair, you deserve to be treated better than that, your friend too."

You soften into his arms, biting at the inside of your cheek. “I just wanna quit. Management sucks, everyone else working there is just as miserable. No wonder their turnover rate is so high.”

John’s hand drops down from your shoulder, running past your chest to rest against your midriff. "Always can, doll. Put in your two weeks, live off what I've got in the bank 'til y'find a better position. Y'know I'd let you never work a day in your life, if you'd let me."

His tone is gentle and passive, content in his reminder with your desire to keep financial independence and stay busy when he leaves for deployment. The room falls into silence again as you nestle into an arm, manoeuvring it to rest over your chest like a seatbelt and clip between your legs. His other arm rests along the length of your leg, and you feel him lean his weight back against the bed’s head as you continue thinking, playing with his arm hair absent-mindedly. John is content to let you fiddle away, his hand caught in the grip of your thighs comfortably, thumb traces little circles against the skin it rests between.

His body shifts underneath you after a few minutes of quiet, readjusting to move closer. You’re suddenly flush against him as he sits up, pulling you tighter against his soft, sturdy chest and pressing a kiss to the back of your head. The movement surprises a squeak out of you, squirming before a pressure against the crotch of your underwear stills you. Warm air brushes against your hair as John huffs in amusement, readjusting the hand cupped against your sex in an effort to tug you closer, intentionally positioning his hand to spread and fully cover your mound.

"John..."

He hums in response against your neck, lips pressed into the skin.

"Your hand."

"My hand, dove?" He pulls away, leaving one last kiss behind your ear.

"It's, ahhh...”

He flexes his fingers tighter for a second, the increase in pressure barely stimulating the sensitive nerves beneath. “What? Just movin’ you closer, ‘n my hand’s nice and warm down there.”

The playfully avoidant answer earns him an exasperated groan, though the desire seeping into you leaves it breathier than you’d like.

“Want me to stop?”

You shake your head before he can finish the sentence, grip tightening on his forearm. The vibration of his chuckles jostles you against his torso, warming your cheeks. Before you can exclaim your embarrassment, he shifts under the blankets and nudges your legs open, his feet hooking round your ankles to pin them apart. “How about some stress relief, hm? Get all those yucky feelings out for the night.”

His fingers trail teasingly against the hemline of your elastic, running his nails over the soft fat that meets the cotton barrier. All it takes is a “yes, please” for his fingers to breach the elastic, honing to your entrance only to glide back up the damp skin of your lips. At your whining insistence, his fingers deftly pull your lips apart, using his middle finger to collect the slick gathering between your folds and lather it against your clit. Your hips jerk at the contact, and John tuts, chasing your hips to flick his thumb over the sensitive button. “Askin’ for it, but y’won’t sit still, huh? Jus’ wanna help my baby feel better.”

Moving his arm to cup your chest, his hand crawls under your shirt to pinch your nipple, sending shivers down your spine as he rolls it between his fingers. Your whimpers only egg him on, emboldening him to trace little circles around your clit as he works to build the delicious tension growing between your legs.

Warmth flushes through your body, combining with the body heat radiating from John’s chest against your back, leaving you burning up in your own desire. It only takes minutes of John’s ministrations to draw wet squelches from between your legs, filling your ears as your eyes flutter closed, focusing on the way John’s fingers curl and tease around your most sensitive spot.  

“John, please…”

He takes your unspoken request without argument, leaving the begging for another night as his fingers leave your swollen nub to graze against your needy entrance. Your hole twitches at the slight contact, clenching as if to draw him in, eliciting a chuckle from John that goes unchallenged in your distracted state. Catching a line of slick dribbling down your perineum, he guides it back up, coating his fingers before he dips a digit into your hole.

You hiss wantonly at the sensations, hips bucking up to urge his finger in deeper, and John tuts. “Keep still, needy thing. Tryna play with this pretty cunt properly.”

He teases you with a sole finger, crooking it to stroke against the spongey muscle that has you leaking with each pass. Despite the stimulation, the single digit leaves your needy cunt feeling empty, fluttering against the intrusion with a desperation until you’re mewling for more.

“I know, y’need more, pet,” he murmurs into the skin behind your ear, dropping kisses down to your jaw. “Let me take care of you.”

The thick finger retreats from within you, leaving you whining in complaint as your hips chase his touch. Your eager hips are met with a firm spank to your folds, leaving John’s fingers trailing with slick as you gasp and retreat to the mattress, back against the protruding bulge in his lap. The compliance is rewarded with a soothing swipe of his fingers along your stinging lips, collecting arousal against his calloused skin. His fingertips circle teasingly at your entrance again, tracing the quivering muscle as he chuckles at your reactivity. Sensing the protest rising in you, he silences it with a swift thrust of his fingers, filling you up again.

His fingers work like they were designed to coax the stress from you with each drag, replacing the tension with a buzzing need for release that has you flexing and relaxing in waves against him. The pressure builds in the pit of your stomach as his fingers pump in and out of you, his other hand abandoning your breast and travelling down to reclaim its spot nestled against your clit, rolling tight circles around the nerve ending in harmony with the drive of his digits. He masterfully orchestrates your undoing, timing each thrust with each involuntary grind of your hips, kissing the salt from your neck as your head lulls against his shoulder, panting.

“Fuck, right there, m’so close John,” you moan, hands fumbling to find something to grip, finding purchase in his hairy thighs. The way your nails sink into the meat of his muscle has him groaning in your ear, breaking his smooth rhythm with a particularly deep thrust as he struggles to contain his enthusiasm. “Fuck, sweetheart, my god.”

Your cunt tightens so fiercely around his fingers that you’re sure they’re being crushed together as your orgasm hits you, squeezing the digits like you could milk the life out of them if you tried hard enough. John hums praise against your neck as he waits for your walls to relax to resume lazily thrusting in and out through the last sparks your climax, his own breath laboured as you tremble in his embrace.

His hand remains between your legs, fingers snug within you as your breathing evens out, the other travelling to trace small circles on the inside of your thigh. You float on the high of your orgasm, sweaty and satisfied as the strain dissipate from your legs, relaxing against John’s.

“Any improvement?”

You give him a breathless giggle, pulling your eyes open to tilt back and look at him. “Yeah, don’t feel like decapitating someone anymore.”

“Good.” He gives you a pleased smile, dotting a kiss on the corners of your lips. His face is warm and flushed, eyes still hazy with lust as he looks down at you, which brings a thought to your mind.

“Do you want me to take care of you…?”

His expression flickers to something guarded behind the smile, gently disentangling himself from your body. “I’m fine, don’t worry,” he announces gruffly, clearing his throat as he ducks into the bathroom. You frown, gazing at his retreating figure as you shuck off your soiled underwear, waiting for his return. He re-emerges with a damp cloth, crawling across the bed to kneel between your still spread legs, wiping delicately at the mess of arousal sticking to the sensitive surface of your skin.

The cloth is slightly warm as he pats at any excess water, collecting your dirty underwear as he pulls away. Walking to the closet, he discards the used fabrics in the laundry basket, grabbing another pair of underwear for you. Readjusting the sheets and blankets, you watch him quickly tug off his boxers, grabbing another pair that he manages to pull around his knees before you gasp in realisation.

“John, you didn’t?”

He turns around with a bashful expression, tucking himself into the crotch as he grins. “What? Pretty thing like you grinding up against me like that, can’t help myself.” Giving up with discretion, he chucks his own soiled boxers into the basket, returning to the bed with your underwear in an outstretched hand.

You pull them on as he climbs in next to you, tucking himself under the covers as you turn off the lamp and join him. He raises his arm, holding the blankets up like a cave as you grin sleepily, shuffling across the sheets to scoot into his embrace. The covers descend on you as John takes care to tuck them underneath you, entangling your legs between his as his hand finds home in your hair.

“Thank you, John. Was feeling really shitty about that.” You whisper into his chest, blinking your eyes closed as a sleepy warmth grows heavy in your limbs.

John grunts, patting at your hair. “S’what I’m made for, lookin’ after you. Get some sleep 'n we’ll work everythin’ out in the morning.”

A smile tugs at your lips as the last whisps of consciousness fade from your mind, and a gruff I love you is the last thing you remember before falling asleep.

[noirvette]

poly tweek and craig! + reader who gets panic attacks regularly headcanons!!

YESSS A TWEEK AND CRAIG REQUEST, I was so excited to see this one in my inbox. again for all requests i'd like to apologize for it taking so long to release these. they've been in my drafts but i got excited about the smau.

i did do poly!! however it's stylized to show them both individually

cws: none! Aged up characters!

♡ TWEEK TWEAK

He gets it and he's learned some tricks from Craig to help himself calm down so he applies what he's learned to you.

He's always willing to help you too, a fun lil tidbit is by helping you calm down, he helps himself calm down as well

Does a lot of soothing back rubs/rubbing circles into your back.

Is an advocate for the 3-3-3 method, where you list 3 things you see, hear, and can move.

He holds onto your hand so you can squeeze his hands. He's gotten use to tight grips so don't worry if you think you've squeezed too hard, he's fine.

Contact with another person helps ground him a lot so he does it for you on instinct, however if that makes you more stressed or does the opposite effect, he'll back off a bit and stay more so on the side lines unless Craig specifies on what he can do.

He might not be able to help you bring back your focus in on something too much, so he's kind of more like moral support and is very good at letting you know he's just there and how he isn't going anywhere.

Craig once read that the smell of lavender can help with panic attacks and so now Tweek carries those small scent jar necklaces and it smells like lavender and he puts it on you to help you. (Craig will get you your own tbh)

Will also rub circles into the palms of your hands. Does a lot of hand touching, like connecting his fingertips to yours and sounds. I feel like Tweek would make quiet soothing sounds that you can sort've try focusing on instead of the loud busy background noises.

When you have a panic attack in public he gets a bit nervous on dealing with it but that's solely because of his own anxiety making him nervous about people staring.

So Craig helps you more when it comes to public panic attacks (more about this coming right up)

♡ CRAIG TUCKER

Craig is used to seeing Tweek's panic attacks occur in public, so he's great at deescalating and helping you through public panic attacks.

He counts out loud or has you focus in on breathing (Tweek will sometimes join in to help coax you into repeating things)

"Okay hun, breathe in.." "..1 ...2 ...3..." "Good..now breathe out"

If your panic attacks spike in public spaces because of people's stares, Craig and Tweek both shield you from view using their bodies.

Craig also straight up glares at them and flips them off. He'll watch them as they walk away too, hates that people will just stare at those having panic attacks and not help.

Because of Tweek and you, Craig tends to carry a backpack with him full of stress reliever toys that he'll give you if you start showing signs of a panic attack starting. He'll give you a stress ball or other stress relievers to help with calming you out of a panic attack

For some reason I feel as though Craig is on his phone a lot, especially if he's in a class without you or Tweek. In his mind, it's not worth paying attention without either of you two there with him (bro manages to get solid B through A-'s so he's doing fine tbh)

I'm mentioning this because if you believe you're about to have a panic attack, texting Craig about it will result in him at your side within seconds.

He doesn't even care if he's getting detention again, helping you out is worth more than some stupid class.

Willing to do whatever it is once you're feeling better. Wanna ditch class and the rest of school? He's with you and you guys are grabbing Tweek. Want to head to the nurses office and fake some sickness so you don't have to return to class right away? Works with him. If you even want to head back to class he'll walk you, kiss you on your forehead and make sure you make it to your seat.

All in all both of them are absolute sweethearts and will help you and support you whenever you have a panic attack.

They love you so much

[clxckwork-sun-n-moon]

dumps a couple stars in your inbox ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ want director's commentary!

gimme so cries the wolf - and i do actually have a part specifically, namely the lil talk between eclipse and monty that ranger ends up eavesdropping on, oh and actually also also eclipse's thought process encountering the other demonic animatronics - he brought the broken animatronics in, safe, n seemed quiet about it iirc. but also yeah any bits u wanna talk about too i want lore gimme

(and, technically cheating bc theres no fic for old forest gods but. spare old gods crumb? something about the lore you're really excited about? honestly curious about how/ if/ when the bet reveal happens, can imagine y/n feeling rather betrayed, hurt, whole lotta drama, or alternatively thats what sun and moon (and eclipse? since he comes in later) expect but y/n just does their damnedest not to wheeze laugh bc of all the people to woo in that town they picked the aro one. great job guys everyone hit the showers. but here too anything ill take everything gimme pleaaaseeee)

ok so I'm gonna split this ask into two because hooooooo there's gonna be BIG responses here, so this post is gonna be for SCtW and I'm gonna make another for Old Forest Gods AU

god the lil talk between Eclipse and Montague, when Eclipse opens up more about his struggle between wanting to stay vs. their original intent to leave once separated from Sun and Moon. I spent like 2 months working on that conversation. it was like I was physically fighting Eclipse's emotional repression. one of the biggest challenges I've really experienced with Eclipse is that they develop like. lightning fast, in terms of personality.

the reader has to remember that when he and Monty are having this conversation, Eclipse has only been ALIVE for what. 2 weeks? maybe 3? his WHOLE EXISTENCE has been the barest fraction of a regular human. mix that in with the fact that he has scattered memories from Sun and Moon, and demonic instincts, and yeah. sometimes I've needed to take steps back and observe this myself. is this too fast? is this too slow? one of Eclipse's biggest struggles is he literally doesn't have words to express a lot of their emotions, because he hasn't learned them yet, which was an important part of the conversation that was overheard. he physically has to pick through describing these feelings, hoping that Montague can give a better explanation (because the 200 year old grimm can provide more insight apparently)

but yeah. at the end of the day, Eclipse is limited in experience and understanding. it makes him narrow-sighted unfortunately, and struggling with trying to talk about emotions with Montague vs spending so much time taking all those emotions and cramming them in a tiny jar when interacting with ranger!Y/N? not a healthy combination. certainly not a useful one for a writer who is desperately trying to figure out how their characters are supposed to be interacting on the page

the broken animatronics too, ogh. as far as everyone thinks, all the other animatronics have been in the same boat as Sun/Moon - there was a soul in there, it mixed with a demonic presence, and then instead of getting free like Eclipse, they got stuck in the animatronic and turned feral. Eclipse mourns that, in a way. he brings the animatronics remains in as a small act of respect. he believes these meant something or someone like him existed, if only for a few seconds.

for some more lore:

yes as you may have noticed there, Montague is well over 200 years old. the church he originally protected was de-consecrated and demolished about 50 years ago due to severe weather damage, and rebuilt over the graveyard. with shifting cultures, Montague was called a hellhound and barghest in his various sightings, resulting in his temperance shifting accordingly (great power in names)

in chapter 1 I put a direct quote from Castlevania because it was very funny and doubled as the first hint that Eclipse had memories from Sun and Moon's time in the daycare

ranger!Y/N put salt around their bedroom doorframe on Montague's advice, and needs to spend half an hour 'refilling' it once every two months by scraping salt in using sandpaper

I started hinting at Eclipse's 'lightning breath' in chapter 3, making it a solid 6 chapter lead-up to it finally appearing in chapter 9. well worth it in my opinion~

(response for old forest gods AU is HERE)

[your-fave-is-a-para-oh-shoot]

Screen Universe SpongeBob!!!

I couldn't find enough content of SpongeBob being edgy, serious, and depressed on Tumblr. Also the whole dissonance between seeing posts of SpongeBob being his canon, genuinely happy self, and my paracosm corrupting my perception of him thing going on. Like, it's technically correct, but it feels wrong.

Also, he's just so cool in my head. Like, he's pretty badass, serious, and sassy at times. He's decently smart. Not super smart like Sandy, but enough to be pretty cleaver.

Tw: Mental health problems

Of course, he has his flaws and issues too. He has imposter syndrome and low self esteem. Sure, he may think highly of his friends, but not of himself. He thinks he's incompetent even though he's pretty good at some things. He's also pretty indecisive at times too. There are also times where he can be rude and maybe a bit western centric in a sense that he finds anime (Eastern as they call it) hair weird. But it could just be him teasing his pals from the Nintendo Empire.

Whenever he occasionally does a live performance of a video game, he sometimes takes things too seriously and jabs at the characters for the "lack of logic" so to speak. Like, there was this one mental scene of SpongeBob arguing with Lusamine about her possibility of surviving living in Ultra Space and it disrupted the cutscene for like about the fourth time. There's also a scenario where he calls Volo's plan stupid because he questioned how would destroying the world work if the villain himself doesn't have anywhere else to live. It's pretty funny, I even made an animatic based on it.

Oh, I also wanna talk about his tendancies of befriending villains. While he technically befriended a few and is a friendly acquaintance with the others, him being chill and vibing with the villain actors is so cursed, yet it's so right. It's one of the canon traits that stayed I guess.

He also takes care of animals from his show and has this fascination of riding on "creepy animals" (read: eldritch abominations) for some reason (as in, mounting on a horse kind of way). He finds said eldritch things cute in a creepy-adorable kind of way. His favourite animal is of course the jellyfish. He has this special form of connection or bond with them.

Tw: Death mention

Also, if a Nicktoon dies, SpongeBob sews up a plushie version of them and puts a tiny jar of their ashes and sometimes another item related to them as his way to grieve. If the plush doesn't have the ashes inside, that means the person it's based on is just missing. Dw, he sometimes makes plushies for fun.

Here's some art content of my boi too.

Lemme just

I'm so normal about Screen Universe SpongeBob :) :D

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[watatsumiis]

🎤

The most punchable/character you wanna punch the most GO!

(Mine are probably venti sacramouche childe and just maybe albédo-I’m sorry I love em but some of the shit they do just lights some primal instinct in me to just *SMACK!*)

Sips out

shkhgfdsj now this is a loaded question-- Your answers there are entirely valid honestly.

SO I'd have to put my answers into two categories because sometimes i hit/punch affectionately.

Characters I'd punch (affectionately):

Childe - he sets off some insane wild animal instinct in me and i just want to tear his face off

Dottore - self explanatory. im going to grab him by the lapels and bunny rabbit kick him until he falls apart

Tighnari - same as childe but not quite as violent. he's just a sweetie and i wanna bop him but something about him drives me FERAL

Al Haitham - he seems like he'd bully me i think and i just wanna grab him by the shoulders and shake him

Kaveh - but i just know hed start it first hes very touchy i think

And now onto characters i would hatefully punch (censored since Id rather them not pop up in the main tags) ! = i

Pa!mon - self explanatory. her voice grates on my ears and i wish there were an option to mute only her-- she just comes across as insufferable and her character doesn't really seem to evolve much? She was kinda fine in Inazuma but it's like she stepped back in Sumeru

Ra!den Shogun/E! - idk theres really just something about her and her actions that bother me a lot, i really dislike her and find it hard to empathise with her or her reasoning at all, especially since a lot of it was done through exposition and lengthy chunks of text that i had a lot of difficulty parsing.

also, Scaramouche is in a secret third category that vacillates wildly between hateful and affectionate punching. I cant decide how i feel about this little asshole, i want to put him in a jar and shake him until he makes sense to me?

[softlyapocalytpic]

Embodiment of love

@pchberrytea tagged me!! And then my partner had to help me take it because I couldn't figure out how to do it well??? Its fun and cool they just do uquiz better.

I tag @maxiseden since I think this would be fun for your blorbos and @plasma-packin-mama cuz I love Delilah & Arcade and would love to see what they get!! And! Copying Tea here, if you want an excuse to be tagged for this then CONGRATS. It's you. You've been tagged. You're it.

Also, I guess some spoilers for pairings for my characters...?

💕 RULES: Take this quiz for your OC/ship.

Without further ado:

Amy/Butch

[ love is beautiful because it's built deliberately ] when casey mcquinston wrote "that's the choice. i love him, with all that, because of all that, on purpose. i love him on purpose" and when jenny slate tweeted "i just want someone to grab my little face and scream on purpose, on purpose i am going to care about you" and when jodi picoult wrote "after fifteen years, love isn't just a feeling. it's a choice" and when the good place said "if soulmates do exist, they're not found they're made"

Man this one HURTS. It hurts in the long term, and it hurts in the short term. They communicate terribly, they understand each other better than most people understand them, they argue a lot and also are the bestest friend the other has ever had. I've said this for a while, but if things had panned out differently these two would've been best friends all the way back in the vault. And this invokes all that for me, but also. In context of where they end up by the end of the story... It hurts so so so bad. They never stop choosing each other even long long after.

They're always touching each other, holding each other, putting their hands on the other. A punch, a hug, holding each other's face. Hands holding, Butch arm around Amy's shoulder, Amy always ready and willing to hold Butch when he needs it. The world is shitty, but they're together.

Sunshine/Half Pint

[ devotion: love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause ] when ruth said to naomi "where you go, i will go, and where you stay, i will stay. your people will be my people, and your God my God" and when hozier sang "i'll be the dreadful need from the devotee that drove [orpheus] underground" and when deathcab for cutie sang "if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, i will follow you into the dark"

So if Butch/Amy hollowed me out, this one knocks me in the teeth and guts me. YES. YES. THIS IS THEM. These courier dorks will follow each other to the very ends of earth, to hell and back again, will be by each other's side till the very end and beyond. They die by each other's side. Literally. It doesn't matter what happens this two are soulmates eternally devoted to each other.

They are "I love you in this life and when I'm someone else entirely" and "I love you when you burn down the world", "I love you when you're a monster", "we're monsters together".

Leo/MacCready/Hancock

[ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too”

crying, actually crying

This is the boys. This is the boys all the way. They're all so fucked up and hurt and love each other so much, and yeah they're TENDER. When I think of Leo/Hancock it's such gentle touches and adoring looks and holding each other gently. It's softly spoken words. It's staring into each others eyes. Mac/Leo is sharing the weight of a trauma, it's defending the other to the other, it's giggles and warmth by the fire as they help the other unwind. Hancock/Mac is camaraderie. It's being debaucherous fools who wind up holding each other. It's having their arms wrapped around each other and laughing.

Hopefully there will be a pt.2 with more members of the quartet (Sunshine/Half Pint/Deacon/Danse) (ik ik ik trust me it WILL work even if I forget why sometimes) (we've gone to crackship hell and we WILL radicalize Danse). Maybe for Mae/Takeshi? Maybe for Mae and someone else? A lot maybes.

[ann-whispers]

Scooby-Doo Remake By Me

Because of the horridness that was Velma, I present my version of a modern Scooby-Doo remake in the "adult show" format. I have no ideas for the title

First off concept:

I’d imagine they're all in online college rather than in highschool. Velma would major in either law or history, Daphne is studying fashion, Fred is studying engineering, and Shaggy is studying psychology. Though one little change is rather than a group of monster hunters I’d imagine them as a small news company and they’re all basically journalists (as a part time job). I do want to follow the one mystery per episode format however I will be taking the idea of there being a string of murders that the gang is following. I guess how it would be implied that it's an adult show would be the gore, just a few swears, and maybe for characters arcs and side plots more adult topics are explicitly talked about. 

Fun little thing I’d like to add is the gang has a swear jar hence all their different catch phrases, I believe that Shaggy would swear the most. I would also make it so the gang travels around the world and we'd get to see different ghost folklore and history.

Now the fun part; The Gang

Velma:

Velma I imagine being a very book smart person with a more dorky personality. I imagine her being not very street smart and tends to be a bit unaware of the situation meaning she tends to be a bit brutally honest. She gets a bit far too invested in the mysteries. Velma would be very organized and controlled compared to the group and just really loves learning things and solving mysteries. I do imagine her being more introverted and not as willing to talk to others outside of the gang. I also just like the idea of an autistic Velma, which I think might fit.

Daphne:

Daphne I suppose would be a very upbeat and energetic person. I remember in some versions she was very damsel in distress type, so I just imagine her being reckless and clumsy so she gets into danger often but she can hold her own. She definitely loves the danger and adventure aspect of the mystery solving the gang does. I also just like the idea that she was in a very high up family so she’s very rich so she tends to be a bit unaware of what counts as expensive to others, so sometimes she just spends without thinking while the others stare confused. Daphne would definitely be the one interested in more horror related content.

Fred:

The golden retriever. The himbo. The sweet guy who just wants to make everyone happy. I imagine him being more kind and charismatic in this version and is just a very likable person, like a teddy bear. I do see the potential to make him someone who goes a bit too far in the self-sacrificing side of things. I also imagine that he is actually very intelligent (the traps) but focuses far too much on that one thing. I also just imagine his smart moments just come out at the most random times and he believes that its basic information doesn't explain anything so everyone else (maybe except Velma) is confused. I believe in the idea that Fred’s catchphrase is fuck and everytime he says that he puts a coin in the swear jar. ADHD coded Fred, just an energetic person with strange fascinations (aka traps)

Shaggy and Scooby:

Shaggy I don’t know why but based on what we already know I imagined he’d be a very sarcastic person. He also just really loves food and of course is a bit of a coward. Based on the idea from Lavender Town, I do wanna follow the idea of Scooby being a service dog however I’d make him an anxiety service dog instead. I do like the concept of Shaggy suffering from anxiety and maybe developed the habit of overeating. For Scooby, if he talks then he talks but I love the idea of his situation being similar to Groot meaning everyone in the gang can understand him but everyone else (including the audience) can't understand anything. Shaggy is the coward of course but I also imagined he’s actually somewhat of a jock and is often used as a distraction because of his speed. Also based of his past interpretations he would be a pretty sassy and sarcastic kind of dude here. He just seems to like insulting people in the past versions.

[dio-the-thot-exterminator]

Maximals like yogurt fr

The idea that everyone on the Axalon likes yogurt and they have a fridge dedicated to it is something that came to me late at night and I haven't stopped thinking about it so here we are.

Optimus needs his daily Activia (in his jamie lee curtis era) and has a compartment in the fridge reserved, nicely labeled and everything. He has all the flavours and enjoys restocking them when they run out. He’s very proud of it. He wishes the other Maximals would put effort into labeling their stuff but he decides it's not the end of the world if they don’t. He doesn’t mind sharing either, as long as you ask first.

Rhinox likes to eat Yoplait every so often (a snack while he works). He would have a special spoon that he uses, one he made. It’s probably colour coded and he keeps it in his toolbox. Simple flavours like strawberry, vanilla, peach, cherry are the ones he reaches for the most. He likes the version of yogurt that comes in little glass jars. Rhinox has a little collection of them, he saves it for storage and sometimes uses them to keep small flowers.

Rattrap drinks Yakult (not 100% yogurt but it is in soul and spirit) anytime he needs a “pick me up”. Before a risky mission or when he needs to repair something tedious/difficult. It reminds him of taking a shot lmao. He drinks the red version and keeps them at the very back of the fridge where it’s hard to reach. He doesn’t like sharing because it’s his special little drink. But if you’re willing to do a favour for him (something Optimus ordered him to do that he doesn’t wanna) he’ll let you have one. Don’t ask often though.

Airazor enjoys Greek yogurt parfaits. When Predacon activity is low she goes out and picks fruits n vegs for fun. She doesn’t have a specific favourite fruit, and uses all of them interchangeably. She finds them very refreshing. Airazor sometimes uses a spoon but she is not above using her hands every once in a while. She makes her parfaits fresh so she doesnt need to label much, all the ingredients she uses is “free for everyone”.

Tigatron likes Greek yogurt (plain or with cucumbers/veg). He doesnt have a spot in the fridge and only eats it if Airazor brings it to him when they are scouting.

Cheetor crunches on Gogurt all the time (he keeps them in the freezer) and he only eats the cotton candy flavour. He has no organization, literally just rips the box open and throws them in, they harden at weird angles. He doesn’t like sharing at all. And gets very defensive if someone asks for one or tries to eat what he has. He is also the first person who accuse someone of stealing his snack. But 9/10 it was just hidden or misplaced because he just threw them in randomly. He also leaves the little tubes everywhere.

Silverbolt eats the Danimals cups (does not use a spoon). He only eats yogurt in his room so no one can comment on him just shaking it into his mouth. He labels his stuff by slapping a sticky note on it and calling it a day. That being said he cleans up after himself, and harasses the other Maximals to do the same.

And Dinobot would eat anything, to be honest, and he does. He eats all of their yogurt constantly and they haven't figured it out yet because they are convinced he doesn't like it.

So whenever Dinobot raids the fridge at night he 100% he wakes up to everyone arguing.

OP: “Alright, who drank my activia 🙄 ??? I specifically put it in MY 👏compartment” C: “I don't know🤷‍♀️, but Rattrap 🐀is always eyeing this cat’s gogurt👿” RT: “😠Whoa whoa don’t look at me!🤢 I don't eat that mess! …It’s too cold, irritates my teeth👎.” SB: [Silverbolt says something cringe and his stupid theme music plays.] A: “😒 Great, glad we get to start this morning on a high note…” OP: “Rhinox you find anything 👀?” R: “Nope. 🧍Not a trace. They even disabled the spy camera I installed 🤦‍♀️”

Everyone continues to argue while Dinobot sits quietly in the background. He shakes his head and eats whatever raw meat he had left over from yesterday.

D: “🤨urgh! This is a waste of time! 🙅‍♂️I’m going on patrol 🚶‍♂️.”

He would turn and walk away before everyone could see the shit-eating grin on his face.

[velisle]

Ranking The Best to Worst Ikevil Doll-Sitters (Biased):

1. VICTOR

This is not a opinion but a fact (half joking). Cybird, just let the silly reaper man dote on us!! He literally wanted to be chosen SO badly?

Personal HC coming through: Vic has a doll house built just for us — fully functional at that don't ask how, it simply does. And canonically, he also has doll clothes on hand (mentioned in alfons rt during the event). Plus, he would definitely prepare mini scones or treats for us!

2. WILLIAM

If you played his rt, you'd know. He loves us regardless of our form. And he picks up on the things that trouble us very easily, no matter how hard we try to act otherwise. Silently, he'll find a way to make us feel better and more at ease.

Besides, he'd let us do anything to our heart's content without a single question — wanna brush his hair? Go ahead. Paint his nails? Sure, why not. Have little afternoon tea parties together? Yes please ♡

3 - 6. ELLIS, LIAM, RING, HARRY

Actually grouping some villains together cus I don't have a ton of commentary for each of them.

We already know Ellis would do anything to make us happy. I could imagine him carrying us in his pocket to various restaurants and/or cafes, even cut out food into tiny bits. Only downside of being with him is Jude that there will be a few awkward instances where he couldn't resist patting our head — triggering his curse by accident.

Similar to Ellis, Liam is a great doll sitter too. Minus the occasional dangerous curious activities he wants to try out with us. But don't worry, he'd never let anything or anyone harm us — including himself. sorry if he's ooc, I haven't played his rt yet actually ;-;

Ring!! Precious bby. So nervous. We'd wonder why he sometimes stayed away from us, or not spent much time looking at us. Turns out, he was hit with cuteness aggression so hard that he'd crumble into a stuttering mess in seconds. Only reason why he's a bit down on this list is cus of his inexperience — not that it's a bad thing — he's trying his best to take care of us, albeit clumsily.

Harry... Has definitely messed with us on purpose a couple of times. No, not like how a certain fairy and mirror would, but out of affection and reluctance to admit he was barely controlling himself cus of how cute we were. Maybe we could live inside his peppermint candy jar? Just kidding, we'll still be the watson to his sherlock — in miniature form.

7 - 10. ELBERT, ROGER, DARIUS, NICA

Elbie is by no means a bad doll sitter, very considerate and caring actually! Although his desire of locking us up may not be everyone's cup of tea — he doesn't mean us any harm. In fact, he'd never let anyone and anything hurt a single strand of our hair.

9 out of 10 times a situation like this pops up, it's usually due to some potion or chemical Roger created. Thankfully, he's willing to shoulder the responsibility for it. It may have been an accident on our part but really, such things should be kept out of reach for robins (joking).

Now, I adore Dari but he's unpredictable as the weather in 19th century europe. don't quote me on this, I have no idea how bad or good it really was. Yes he'll protect us since we're his favourite, but this does not save us from his mischievous pranks — it's worse than before honestly. Blink and we might just find ourselves in his coat pocket, on a ship travelling to Germany.

And what should we ever expect from the likes of Nica? From plaything to *checks notes* a real toy? Oh we're so doomed. I hate to confess about my growing affections for him (to his delight probably) but he's a reasonable person so maybe he'll spare us if we convince him well enough?

11 - 12. ALFONS, JUDE

These two put the 'villains' in 'ikemen villains'. I'm not even going to separate their sections for this. Hmm... I know they're not truly bad at heart — just misunderstood — but would I trust them to 'take care' of us? Likely not.

[fettuccin-e]

Matt Murdock Fic Recs (Part II)

MATTHEW MURDOCK. MATTHEW. MURDOCK. bitch. manwhore. love of my life. i love him so much and there are so many good fics about him so he needed a second rec list. you can find part I here!! Pls give these authors your nicest comments and reblogs they deserve the universe (Also! if you are one of these authors and you'd like to be removed from this list, please let me know!)

Soulmark by @dyns33

>> Everyone has the name of their soulmate written somewhere on their body. You've always known that you don't have a soulmark, and that Matt's soulmate shares your name. Maybe all hope isn't lost like you think. (soulmate aus are my jam they are always so sweet and this is such a wonderful interpretation)

Seeping Into My Senses by @foli-vora

>> You want to watch Matt touch himself. He agrees, but only if you return the favor. He can't see you like you can see him, but hearing you is just as intoxicating. (watching matt uhh jerk off uhh brain broken no more working)

Justify by @itwasthereaminuteago

>> You want the devil to hear your confession. The devil is all-too-eager to listen, but your penance is far more sweet. You just don't know if you'll survive the night. (porn but also i literally cannot put into words how much i love this fic it literally hhhhh makes me wanna scream)

Hands Off by @grippingbeskar

>> You have a bet with Matt. Whoever touches the other first loses. Matt usually has the upper hand, but he never said that you couldn't touch yourself. (I- I have reblogged this fic twice. I reread it constantly and i am literally as a loss for words for how to explain the utter insanity it instills in me)

Independence Day by @courtforshort15

>> You love your fearless vigilante, but it's easy to forget sometimes exactly how sensitive his hearing is. The Fourth of July is a jarring reminder of Matt's disability and how his powers can't solve everything. You're happy to take care of him how he deserves. (this is so sweet!! i cry)

Crossing the Line by @peachyxreads

>> You've kept your feelings for your professor under tight wraps, making sure that your relationship remains nothing more than a strong friendship. The only question is how long it takes before one of you snaps. (professor matty is a NEED bro i had no idea how much i wanted it)

Hotter Than Hell's Kitchen by @peterman-spideyparker

>> You're supposed to be working on documents for an important case for Nelson and Murdock, but it's just you and Matt, and the A/C is out and tensions are high. Neither of you work on documents for very long. (he's a dork but a hot and sexy dork and the "a/c is out" trope is one of my very favorites)

"It's...Really Yellow?" by @pastafossa

>> Foggy needs your help in explaining to Matt that his new yellow suit is painfully impractical. You'd love to help, really, but your husband is almost painfully sexy and it can be really hard to focus. (this made me giggle audibly bro this is what i want from a marriage with Matty)

Reciprocum by @murdocks-devil

>> Matt is a giver, through and through. He doesn't like people taking care of him, so sometimes it takes a little careful manipulation to make sure that he stays safe and happy. It's all out of love. (literally had me in tears it's so fucking sweet and so in-character)

[harrysgoldenline]

Can I request a fluffy bucky x tall reader where the reader is shy/introvert and doesn't really get bucky's flirting until bucky kisses her and tells her he wants her to be his.

Crush

You walked alongside Wanda and Natasha as you all walked into the compounds movie room, carrying different blankets and pillows as you all began setting up the room as the boys started gathering the snacks. Making sure each chair and couch each had some of their own blankets and pillows, trying to make the room as comfy as possible before starting the movie.

Once each space was covered, the girls began taking their seats, Wanda sitting in the loveseat and saving a spot for Vision before you and Nat sat on one of the long couches, curing their feet up and each grabbing a blanket, hearing the voices of the boys getting louder the closer they grew closer to the movie room.

Nat smirks at you after hearing the soft sound of a certain super solider and pops up, moving to your other side and sitting on a nearby recliner, “ask Bucky to sit with you” Nat whispers, quickly looking over her shoulder to see if they have entered the room yet.

“What? Are you insane?” You laugh out, face turning red and feeling your heart race at the idea, “no way-“

“Snacks have arrived!” Sam laughed boisterously, Steve and Bucky letting out chuckles behind him as they all carry in a variety of different drinks and snacks.

Wanda pops up, grabbing some snacks from Vision before leading him back to their spot, a smile growing on her face as he pressed a quick kiss on her cheek, both of them cuddling up under the blanket together. Meanwhile, everyone else got up and grabbed some various snacks and drinks before returning to their spots as Peter presses play on the movie.

"Can I sit here?" You hear a voice ask, quickly looking up from your spot on the couch and nodding as you see Bucky standing in front of you, offering you a soft smile, before sitting down next you.

You felt like your body was on fire and it was a struggle to focus on the movie when you were sitting inches apart from him and you wanted nothing more then to just simply move your head slightly to the side, lay your head on his shoulder and take in the intoxicating scent of his cologne.

Suddenly, you felt his shoulder nudge yours, causing you to look up at him quickly giving him a confused look and he let out a soft chuckle, "sorry, what?" you asked, cheeks turning slightly pink.

Your face only grew redder as he scooted closer, an arm coming up around the back of the couch and he leaned in closer, "have you seen this before? I know it's only like 10 minutes in but I'm lost." he softly chuckled in your ear, pulling back and meeting your eyes and you found yourself getting lost in them all over again.

You simply shake your head, a soft giggle leaving your lips as you looked back to the screen and then back at him, "I don't really know what's happening either." you replied, giggling slightly.

You hope you kept your facial expression under control when you felt him pull at your shoulder, body coming closer to his as he replied, "glad I'm not the only one that's lost... maybe we can watch it over again sometime?"

Before you could reply, you both were suddenly hit with a pillow, causing your friends around you all to laugh as Sam sent you both a glare, "You two don't know what's happening because your too busy flirting! Pay attention!"

***

For the rest of the movie, Bucky had his arm resting around your shoulder, yours touching him just slightly from when he pulled you a bit closer to him, repeating the movement whenever he commented on something in the movie, making sure to talk quieter to try to avoid another pillow being hurdled your way.

Now, you were all gathered in the living room, sitting in a circle as you were all chatting together, sharing funny stories from the last mission that some of them went on.

"I'll be right back," You spoke to the group, "I'm going to go get another drink, anybody want anything?"

After a couple more requests, Nat decides to join you and you both make your way to the kitchen, grabbing drinks for yourselves and preparing some for you and your friends.

"You and Bucky looked cozy." Nat began, giving you a teasing glare, "I don't see why you don't ask him out, y/n, you clearly are into each other!"

"You're insane." You laugh in reply, shaking your head, "All he did was sit next to me! You and Thor were talking during the movie too but I don't think you two were flirting."

"Well, we also don't look at each other with heart eyes."

"Okay, now I know you're insane." you reply, laughing again and looking at your friend, "there's no way that he could ever like me back, we're just friends, Nat."

"I don't know, you're the only one other than Steve and Sam that he really talks to! Everyone else just gets the grumpy stare!" She explains, crossing her arms over chest as she tries to convince you, "and he gets you coffee all the time and he always wants to sit by you! All you have to do is make a move!"

"I-I don't know..." you shrugged, "it's just, why me? There's no way I could just walk right up to him and do something... I get way too nervous and I just feel like-"

A sudden knock on the wall causes you both to look over at the sound, seeing Bucky standing there, giving Natasha a nod as she looks over at him and then his eyes met yours, giving you a smile, "just wanted to see you if you two needed any help."

"Oh, we were-"

"Perfect!" Natasha interrupts you, looking at the two of you with a smile before grabbing a couple drinks and already heading out the door, "You wanna help y/n put together the last of the snacks? Thank you!"

The next thing you knew, it was just you and Bucky standing there in the kitchen together and he was standing next to you at the counter. You stood together in silence, preparing another snack platter and getting some drinks on a try to take out to everyone.

"y/n?" Bucky suddenly asked and you could still see his hands moving a few more moments before turning towards you and wiping them clean on a nearby towel and throwing it back on the counter, "I was wondering, I remember you talking to me about that new little antique store and I was thinking maybe would go and stop at the coffee shop nearby? Make a day of it?"

"Y-Yeah!" you squeaked, looking over at him quickly before shyly looking back down at your hands, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before looking back at him, grabbing the now prepared snack trays, "is that what you guys were talking about out there?"

Bucky sighs, looking up at the ceiling before back at you, grabbing the tray from your hands and setting it down on the counter, making a bit of a mess as he moves quickly standing in front of you, one arm on each side as he boxes you in.

His eyes met yours intensely, his eyes trying hard to analyze your face as he furrowed his eyebrows as you stood frozen, standing against the counter as he stood in front of you.

"I like you. I really care about you and I want you to be mine, y/n. I want to spend time with you, just you, not with everybody else." He whispered, "I thought that I was making it clear but... if you don't feel the same way I completely understand and I'll give you space, but I just... I want you to be mine."

You stood slightly frozen, eyes widened as you looked into his eyes, "R-Really?" You whisper back, heart racing as you try to convince yourself that this is real, "you do? I-I... I like too, Bucky."

You watched as he had a huge smile grow on her face, head falling forward a bit and he pulled his right hand back, running it through his hair as he looked at you, a huge smile covering his face and he stepped closer to you, his face growing serious again.

"Can I... Can I kiss you?"

You nodded instantly, biting your bottom lip as your chest rose and fall rapidly in anticipation, "yes." you whispered out, "yes, please.

His right hand comes up to your face in an instant his eyes staring into yours before leaning forward, his lips slotting over yours and you instantly melt into his body. Kissing him back, your hands coming up and rest around his shoulders as his left hand meets your waist.

You both stood kissing under the yellow kitchen lights, the kiss soft yet passionate, the both of you dreaming of this moment for so long and yet somehow, it was better than either of you ever dreamed of.

Pulling back, your eyes meet and you both give each other shy smiles and you cover your hands with your face, trying to hide your blush from him and his hands come around your wrists, pulling them away and he looked down at you.

“You're so beautiful..." He whispered, leaning forward and pressing a long kiss on your forehead before pressing another on your lips, "so... how about that date tomorrow?"

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PLEASE READ THIS!!!!

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[krys-loves-otome]

Have been playing Cybirb games for a long time (off and on since about 2016), so naturally, I've had a lot of time to think about my favs. But, as that kind of rambling will be quite long  (as, again, been playing cybird games since 2016) so I think I'll just limit myself to a few lines for my top two to three of each game.

To start, I'll begin with my first Cybird Game:

Midnight Cinderella.

Byron: He's calm, cool, and collected, and interesting as the ruler of the enemy nation. MC is often afraid of him when she first meets him in various routes, but he turns out to be a pretty cool dude willing to work with her and Wysteria despite their troubled past. Plus, I still think about his Sugar route ending sometimes, where MC steps in to save him and ends up injured because of it and he kisses her scars and if that isn't romantic af, I don't know what is.

Nico:  He didn't know MC that long and he's shady af, being a double agent and all, but he falls hard pretty fast and he's willing throw down for MC despite not knowing each other that long.  He loves to tease, a lot.

Alyn: I have a lot of problems with his route (not as many as certain others *cough*) but I love him outside of his route, as I'm a sucker for protective knight types, and he can be really sweet and supportive outside his route. Been loving him in the webtoon version of MidCin lately too (can't read it as it's in Japanese, but I can recognize moments from his route and it makes me smile remembering some of those moments).

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Hideyoshi: Might have been my second IkeSen route, but he made me love him in my first route (Nobunaga) unintetionally and I've pretty much been here since. His mothering aspects don't really bother me, esp once you find out why he does it in his route, it gives him a tragic edge that doesn't really pop up anywhere else in game, and that makes me sad. He's loyal to a fault, willing to put everything on the line to make sure Nobunaga's ambitions become a reality, no matter the cost to himself. I played his Eternal route a bit ago and, replaying his route reminded me of his loyalty and dedication to the cause, plus how much it pulled my heart when he was almost forced to choose between saving his love and Nobunaga and how difficult a decision that was. And now with Kicho's route being announced, while I'm curious about him too, from what I know about the JP release route order, Hideyoshi's Act 2 is coming later this year and I'm super stoked about it.

Masamune:  My third route when I first started IkeSen, he's outgoing and fun and lives life in the fast lane. He has an interesting character arc where we learn a lot of his bravado was a front to keep everyone to know how truly afraid he is of losing the loves he had in his life, how he was afraid of getting too attached to anyone that he could potentially lose later on. Just, something about him struck a chord with me and I've been on the Masa hype train ever since.

Mitsuhide: You know how I said that I fell for Hideyoshi in Nobunaga's route? Guess who stole the second half of my heart in Hideyoshi's route? Yep, this bastard right here. Not to mention how much I laughed at how hard this bastard fell for MC and how fast (like, Chapter 2, like hot damn fox man). His route has some problems, admittedly, but it has a shit ton of my favorite tropes that makes up for it for me. He's a tease, sure, but the satisfaction to one up him (when the narrative lets us one up him *cough*) it's so deeply satisfying to me. I wanna shake him in a jar sometimes. I wanna hold him when he cries, and hold his hand when he needs support. Must be the Hideyoshi stan in me to be worried about him while simultaneously wanting to strangle him.

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Harr: Shy lil wizard guy. He so cute, I want to pinch his cheeks. But he also says fuck you to magical capitalism and I think that's quite sexy of him.

Zero: I mentioned in Alyn's entry that I'm a sucker for the knight/protector type and Zero fits the bill for that. He's one of the few Red Army members that got in on his own merits rather than being born into a powerful/influential family and still tries very hard to prove himself through persistence, despite the prejudice surrounding him for being common born (though he's really like… a magical test tube baby, if I'm remembering correctly)

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Comte: Fancy Time-travelling Frenchman that collects historical figures like Pokémon. Was interesting in him for the longest time. Tried doing Leonardo's route first just so I could get the most of him I could from the info available at the time. Collected as many event stories I could, bought all of his bday stories to date and… idk, just something about him tickled my fancy. In a way, he reminded me of Hideyoshi. Parenting vibes aside, it was that keeping you at a distance for your own happiness that did it, only it was a lil bit of a reversal from Hideyoshi in that he was keeping you at arm's length so you wouldn't be too sad when he died, Comte kept you away because he can't die (being a pureblood vampire) and he didn't want you wasting your precious time with someone that couldn't grow old with you, couldn't experience life in the same way as you could. Yet, despite that, he fell in love bc of MC persistence to keep him in her life despite the differences between them. And his 4th birthday story still lives rent-free in my head bc of how hot it was.

Vincent: He's very soft and sweet and I kind wish he was treated a little more maturely by the narrative, so I've took him into my own hands and extended his story (before he might be getting an Act 2 and ruins my headcanons), and gives him a little more nuance where the narrative didn't. He's an adult too, cybirb, smh.

Jean: A little guy with a sword that doesn't think highly of himself but learns acceptance of who he is as the narrative goes on, along with learning about the beauty of the world, that not everything is all doom and gloom all the time.

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Nokto: He evokes the same 'shake vigorously in a jar' vibes that Mitsuhide does for me. Like, in route, there's a lot of nuance to his character that both warrants shaking him vigorously in a jar but also feeling sorry for him because of what he has been through. He's a silly man, I like him

Rio: Cybirb shot me dead when the Dev Notes two-shotted me with the comparison to Nico and Hideyoshi, so of course Rio was right up my alley. Loyal and protective to a fault, he knew his time was limited with MC in that once Silvio came back into his picture, his memories started returning and his past was beginning to haunt him again. Still, he didn't want to break MC's heart or their friendship bc it was the best thing he'd had in his life, he didn't want to lose it and that's quite sexy of him.

Licht: His and Nokto's story is tragic and I'm sad whenever I think about it too hard, but I'm also in love with how affectionate he is once he and MC get together. Like, he's constantly back hugging her, esp in front of his faction, refuses to share her or let go sometimes. I think there was also one event where they're sleeping together and he notices her snuggling closer in her sleep for warmth and thinks that's super sweet and I died when he pulls the blankets closer over her and softly kisses her forehead, it was so cute and lovely.

begging Cybird Enjoyers to tell me their favorite suitors and why