#sweet and kind and gentle and smart and good sense of humor and respectful and good morals and a gentleman and has a calming aura

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Season 1-2 Lois Lane is crazy.

Idk how you can be in the same room as Clark Kent and not fall in love with him.

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The Most Common Types of Fairy Godmother in "Cinderella" Adaptations

Since @ariel-seagull-wings and I have already posted about the different portrayals of Cinderella and her prince, I thought it might be nice to look at the different portrayals of the other characters too.

Each portrayal of the Fairy Godmother is unique, but patterns do emerge across the different adaptations. I've found that the different portrayals of the character can be divided into five categories, with some portrayals combining two of them together.

The Regal, Ethereal Lady

This beautiful, elegant creature is emphatically a fairy godmother, not a godmother who happens to be a fairy. She wears a gorgeous flowing gown, not of any earthly fashion, and though her age is indeterminate, she seems youthful yet wise. Her demeanor is kind and gentle, yet serious and stately, though she might have a slight playful streak. She takes on the role of the story’s moral authority as well, usually emphasizing that she comes to reward Cinderella for her goodness. Often, she first appears disguised as an old beggar woman to test the respective virtue of Cinderella and her stepfamily, and Cinderella earns her good will by giving her bread while the stepfamily scorns her. Sometimes she has attendant fairies or other magic-users to assist her as well: she might even be portrayed as the Fairy Queen, who lives in the forest like Shakespeare’s Titania and has countless fairies, elves, and sprites as her command. Fairy Godmothers of this type are most often seen in earlier adaptations: they include “La Fée” in Massenet’s opera Cendrillon, the Fairy Godmother in Prokofiev’s ballet, Inez Marcel in the 1914 silent film, Varvara Myasnikova in the 1947 Russian film, Celeste Holm in the 1965 version of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s musical, and the animated Fairy Godmothers both in the 1935 Betty Boop cartoon Poor Cinderella and in the 1979 Russian animated short.

The Grandmother Figure

This Fairy Godmother is a little old woman, and she’s very human as fairies go. She might not be regal, or beautiful, but she radiates a sense of warmth and comfort like all the best grandmothers do. Her sweetness, gentleness, and maternal affection are just what Cinderella needs in her despair, and sometimes she can be adorably absentminded – forgetting where she put her wand, almost sending Cinderella off to the ball in her rags, etc. – which adds gentle comic relief to the story. Yet she also conveys the wisdom that comes with age, and her magic is just as powerful as that of any younger, more glittering fairy. The quintessential Fairy Godmother of this type is the one voiced by Verna Felton in Disney’s classic 1950 animated film. Several other animated versions aimed at children feature grandmotherly Godmothers too, like the versions from Jetlag Productions and Burbank Animation Studios. In the 1995 musical A Tale of Cinderella, “La Stella” is Cinderella’s actual grandmother, whose magic sadly couldn’t save her daughter’s life, but can save her granddaughter’s future. Jean Stapleton’s Fairy Godmother in the 1985 Faerie Tale Theatre adaptation is also very grandmotherly, although she has additional glamour and a sense of humor that bring her closer to the next type of Fairy Godmother on the list (see below).

The Sassy Glamour Queen

She’s beautiful, she’s elegant, she’s as smart as a whip, and she knows it! This is a more modern, lighthearted twist on the Regal, Ethereal Lady. The sparkle of the gorgeous gown she wears is matched only by the sparkle of her playful wit, and her confidence in herself is surpassed only by her confidence in Cinderella. Her sense of humor lifts Cinderella’s spirit, while her intelligence, poise, and indefatigable spirit make her a strong role model for the girl. Yet though kind and caring, this Godmother tends to be a bit more standoffish than others – though not in a bad way. She urges Cinderella to solve her own problems, not just rely on her, and to have courage and faith in herself against all odds. The most famous Godmother of this type is probably Whitney Houston in the 1997 version of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s musical. But Edie Adams’ elegant and mischievous Godmother in the original 1957 Rodgers and Hammerstein telecast is a good example too: although since she spends most of the story masquerading as a human, she combines this portrayal with another type (see the bottom of the list). Meanwhile, Jean Stapleton’s Faerie Tale Theatre Godmother has the elegance and humor of this type, but as an elderly woman, she combines it with the Grandmother Figure. Last, but not least, is Billy Porter’s nonbinary “Fab G.” in the 2021 Sony/Amazon musical.

The Eccentric Mage

This funny and kooky Godmother is one of those beings who combine magic with just a little insanity. Her mind is like her powers: not entirely of this earth. Like the Regal, Ethereal Lady, she tends to disguise herself as a poor, ragged old woman to test Cinderella’s virtue and befriend her before the ball – but she takes it a step further and masquerades as a crazy homeless woman, who spouts odd remarks and whom anyone less kind than Cinderella might try to avoid. Yet even when not in disguise, she’s a bit of a ditzy oddball, who sometimes fumbles her spells once or twice before she gets them right: e.g. dressing Cinderella in the wrong type of clothing at first, or turning the pumpkin into the wrong item, or accidentally making it grow to a gigantic, greenhouse-shattering size before it becomes a coach. Fairy Godmothers of this type include Helena Bonham Carter in Disney’s 2015 live action film, “Crazy Marie” in the 2013 Broadway version of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s musical, Joyce Gordon in the Muppets’ Hey, Cinderella! and Estelle Winwood as Mrs. Toquet in The Glass Slipper. Although since Mrs. Toquet never takes off her “crazy poor woman” disguise, she combines this variant with another one: The Godmother Who Happens to Be a Fairy (see below).

The Godmother Who Happens to Be a Fairy

This is the most human portrayal of the Fairy Godmother: an ordinary woman who just happens to have magical powers, which she hides until they’re needed. Cinderella typically befriends her long before the ball, sometimes knowing her from childhood. She might be a household servant, or a kindly neighbor, or a traveling portrait painter, but whoever she is, you wouldn’t guess that she’s a fairy. She might even pretend not to believe in magic. She might also be Cinderella’s literal godmother – a close friend of her late mother’s, or even a relative. But no matter who she is, the friendship and the simple, human advice she gives to Cinderella (e.g. never to lose hope, or not to be afraid to love the Prince) are just as valuable as her spells. Edie Adams’ mischievous Godmother combines this characterization with the Sassy Glamour Queen in the 1957 Rodgers and Hammerstein musical, Estelle Winwood’s Mrs. Toquet in The Glass Slipper combines it with the Eccentric Mage, and Annette Crosbie’s sensible and ladylike yet quirky Godmother in The Slipper and the Rose combines it slightly with the Eccentric Mage too. Other examples are the artist Paulette in the anime series Cinderella Monogatari, the cook Mandy in the original novel of Ella Enchanted (who is also the Grandmother Figure), and the pasta-stirring grandmother La Stella in the musical A Tale of Cinderella (ditto).

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MY TOP 10 SJM CHARACTER RANKINGS:

[Broken up as girls vs boys bc if it wasn’t it’d just be like all the girls and Dorian]

GUYS:

1) DORIAN HAVILLIARD👑: NO ONE IS SURPRISED BUTTTT truly love him so much, no notes at all✨Hot, sweet, kind, respectful?? Amazing character journey??? Served “I’ll bleed whatever color you tell me” AND “you cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love”??? Impossible not to love him

2) Rowan👑: Another angel who just wants to love, respect, and protect his wife✨ his sense of humor is so underrated and he’s just overall a generally good/fun guy

3) Fenrys: I’m actually SO sad we don’t get more of him because he steals every scene he’s in. He’s so charming and fun despite everything he’s been through and his friendship with Aelin has my heart. Also love a sassy man🔥😩

4) Chaol: Hot take perhaps but I love him and his character arc so much. One of the most realistic SJM characters overall and more than any other he just has such a kind heart and genuinely wants to do the right thing and protect those he cares about. Also underrated hottie, smooth AF when he wants to be THERE I said it🔥

5) Azriel: We have so little of him but I love him so much already😭 will probably be higher after his book, I just already love how he’s such a perfect balance of mysterious/hot and gentle/kind. he’s also SOOOO funny??? like one of the funniest ACOTAR characters by FAR

6) Rhysand: Maybe controversial because I feel like most people either love him like #1 style or hate him completely but I think Rhys is SOOO complex and one of SJM’s most interesting characters. He’s been through more than almost any other character and I think if he was perfect after that he wouldn’t be realistic, so even despite his flaws I love him and want the best for this silly sassy fairy boy✨

7) Lorcan: I have my moments with this guy but I do love him😩 he can be a little bit too broody at times but he has others to remind him to cut the nonsense so✨he definitely gets extra points for changing his name to Lord Lorcan Lochan (even though I know Fenrys and Aelin never let him live that down) and just generally loving his wife

8) Lucien: I LOVE my sassy fire boy😩🔥 Book 1 Lucien would be higher but he’s gone missing since then🤧 still love him though and hope we get to see more of his charisma in future books because he’s so fun and deserves a happy ending

9) Sartaq: SOOOO underrated and for why??? Him and Nesryn are SO adorable and he’s just so cool??? Super smart, funny, kind and just a great leader??? literally told the girl he likes “marry me and be my queen or i’ll quit and just be your man” like???? only so low because we get so little of him but TOD is actually one of SJMs best books too

10) Aidas: would have felt rude to put ZERO crescent city boys on this list and this spot wouldddd be Ruhn but he was an absolute dumpster fire in CC3 with Lidia so he’s lost his place🫡✨ but AIDAS I literally kept waiting for more of him the whole series because he’s so cools and suave (and a cat boy😩🔥) and brought this interesting morally grey twang to CC that it was missing. wish they expanded more on him but I love ALL his scenes

GALS:

1) AELIN ASHRYVER WHITETHORN GALATHYNIUS & MANON BLACKBEACK: no you can literally not make me chose they’re both PERFECT. perfect character arcs, perfect stories, perfect vibes, no notes at all✨🔥❤️ two of the most fun MC’s i’ve ever read and super interesting story arcs. Aelin went through so much and I genuinely FELT her journey and Manon was such a fun heartbreaking insane character to follow too I love them both endlessly

2) Elide: okay I LIVE for this girl and I don’t know why she’s so underrated??? like she’s so smart and cool??? survived this whole series with like -100 health and all odds against her and pulls all the baddies because she’s just that good??? is 50% of the reason they win the war??? so funny and generally STANDS ON BUSINESS, like she got the ick from Lorcan and actually made this man GROVELLLL and I love her for it

3) Yrene: ANOTHER underrated queen, i’m obsessed with her😩 there are so few fantasy characters out there like her and I LOVE that in this series of chaos and violence it’s a healer who saves the day and Yrene is so lovely and fun and smart but also stands on business and gets things done and I LOVE her

4) Nesta: I LOVE her and her character arc, she is another one of SJM’s most real/realistic characters and my heart genuinely aches for her, she deserves all the happiness in the world and the only reason she isn’t higher is bc of her choice in men (free her)🤧✨

5) Lidia: This woman literally SAVED the CC series. I would have DNF’d HOSAB if it weren’t for her and her parts were the only bearable ones (besides Nes and Az) in CC3. such an awesome character and her story is so heartbreaking and done so well for just being in one book really?? she’s incredible, I love her, of course she’s related to the queen and king themselves🔥✨

6) Lysandra: an absolute QUEEN and so underrated even though she saves the day countless times and is just so loyal and kind??? her friendships with Aelin and Evangeline are everything. she literally gave her all to fight for a world that had done nothing but hurt her and she’s so brave and beautiful for that, wish we had more of her🤧❤️

7) Asterin: when I tell you I WEPT at her death like a young lad I just JENDKEND for a side character she’s so phenomenal and has SUCH an impact on the entire storyline. her backstory is heartbreaking and yet she’s so full of light and happiness and love for her sisters. BRING MY BODY TO THE CABIN???? LIKE??? gets me everytime and I would SO read a story about her and her hunter boy or her and manon growing up or just her existing again 💔

8) Feyre: I know this feels low BUT i do love her so much, she genuinely starts this all and saved everyone’s ass, her character arc just feels a little incomplete to me and I wish SJM didn’t kick her to the curb because there’s a lot left to be done with her. truly though, I love Feyre and wish the best for her and hope we get to see more from her in the future✨

9) Elain: we’ve gotten so little of her but IDC I love a flower girl❤️🤧 truly though, she’s so intriguing to me and I can’t wait to read more about her (could DEFINITELY be higher after her book) she’s already so kind and fierce and also HILARIOUS, like I have laughed out loud at so many of her scenes😩 her gifts to Azriel being the best gags??? her LOLing when Nesta calls her a bitch??? I know she’s funny AF and we just need to see more of it

10) Emerie & Gwyn: I couldn’t decide again I love them both✨❤️ but really there two are not just what Nesta needed but what I NEEDED to get through ACOSF. their friendships with Nesta have my heart and they’re both so complex and fun even with so little page time??? I can’t wait to read more of them, I feel like both their stories have SOOOOO many possibilities and I am pumped AF for more

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One of the things that I really really like about stancy is that Steve really makes Nancy relax. People claim that it’s bad and not what she wants (season two bullshit thing), however:

1) in season 4 she is shown to be a Very Serious School Reporter, taking herself too seriously (at least that’s my impression with the way she handled Wayne and Robin). Like I thought it was for comedic reasons a bit. I was like “girl who do you think you are you are a child, a baby even, a fucking toddler”

2) her fashion sense derailed like big time. why is she dressed like a 60 year old woman? she dressed like a five year old before Steve, then as a person her age, and then again,,,, whatever the whole thing with the perm is

3) she was really happy when Steve was around in s4. she reminded me her season 1 self: driven and smart, but gentle too, even if that gentleness was barely there

Like I think Jonathan gives Nancy whatever she wants and follows her everywhere, while dissolving his own self in the relationship (his very own trauma response to the parentification), and as a result Nancy just. Doesn’t stop. She has the tunnel vision, she is in the tunnel, she is going god knows where because Nancy sure doesn’t.

I feel like Steve is a kind of person who (when he is confident in himself, his intellect and his abilities) can appear and pretend that he is Nancy’s teddy bear or twirl her around. Like she literally wasn’t shown as happy as she was with Steve in the show after they break up. I feel like she and Jonathan make each other worse.

Steve however becomes so much better without her. I actually respect his character so much, he is an incredibly mature and level headed person who deals with his shit and his pain with so much resilience and humor. And he just becomes better every season!

this is sweet. and i agree that we saw a nancy that was… maybe happier than previous seasons? just the way we see her relax instantly when she spots steve’s car, and her reaction to steve’s dream. even when he brings it up later, she just grins at him! and it is so cute.

(this is kinda… irrelevant lmao. but i think one of the worst things about stancy (and just most romance in st) is their use of the matchmaker trope. it would’ve been so much better if they just let stancy flirt a little. stancy has chemistry on their own, i don’t need to be told)

and yeah, with the clothing… i admittedly do not like it lmao. but i think the reason we see it as outdated it just because… it is! nancy would be in her fifties now, so obviously what she saw as fashion in her teens is what we see as old people clothes lmao.

j/ncy, to me, is just not a very healthy relationship, and i do agree that we see jonathan get kinda trampled on? he just kinda goes along with nancy, until he can’t anymore and then we get arguments like s3. jonathan doesn’t know how to prioritise himself, and that badly affects all his relationships.

i also relogged this post the other day that was essentially talking about the different ways steve and jonathan see the world, and how that affects nancy. and jonathan is very shut off. he’s wary, and though nancy needed that after barb’s death, i think she also needs someone that sees the good in the world. someone that has hopes and dreams and aspirations outside of the horrors they’re caught up in.

and yeah, steve’s grown so much since s1, and i love him for it!! and i think it’s actually something nancy really needs. her trauma has stopped, or at least not benefitted, a lot of her development. and i think she really needs someone that’s changed for the better to help her to open up, etc.

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Nobody asked for this but I'm gonna do it anyways...

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Fluff Alphabet: Takeru/Aguni Edition

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A = Attractive what do they find attractive about the other?

Takeru: only reason he let Aguni wear regular clothes and not swimwear is because he saw ARM in that tank top and was like "oh damn okay 😳." So, y'know, that. (And he'll never admit it but he kinda likes how Aguni is a little bit taller than he is....) Also likes that Aguni has a really dry, deadpan sense of humor—he ways finds a way to make Takeru laugh, even when he's not really trying.

Aguni: I think the physical aspect of things wasn't really a make-or-break for him at first—like, yeah, Takeru's a good-looking guy, but that's secondary. He liked how Takeru is such a live-wire, very loud and colorful and seemingly fearless, no matter what kind of trouble they got into. (But also...he likes the hair. That's a thing for him.)

B = Baby do they want a family? why/why not?

Takeru: If they end up with one somehow, then, sure. But, like. He's not going out of his was to make it a thing. (But also, he has his cat, Ziggy, who he calls his baby, so...)

Aguni: Would secretly love to be a dad but is too worried he might mess the kid up or something. Is more than happy to be 'unofficial parent' to the neighborhood kids, though. Handing out ice pops to the kids that show up at the shop, keeping an eye out and telling them to get home before dark, maybe even showing one or two of them how to throw a better curveball...you know. Real Hallmark channel shit. (And yes, for those who were wondering: Ziggy the cat loves him and often curls up on his lap while he watches TV)

C = Cuddle how do they cuddle?

They don't really "cuddle" outside of bed. Just kinda sit next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, no big deal. But in bed, Aguni lies on his back with his arm sorta outstretched while Takeru...well, my man is worm on a string but OFF the string, he just flops all sorts of ways and a lot of them don't look comfortable but he falls asleep in minutes so whatever.

D = Dates what are dates with them like?

I don't think they do "dates"—they've got a long-term thing going on, so they often end up on the couch eating takeout and watching movies. I think they'd go to the movie theater sometimes (and talk shit for the entire film lol) and every once in a while grab dinner somewhere nice...but, usually because they have some cool limited-time-only dessert item that Takeru insists they try. (And Aguni pretends to be upset about having to get dressed up and go out, but is actually rather pleased to have a little romance...and get something to satisfy his sweet tooth.)

E = Everything you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

Aguni: Emergency Medical Contact

Takeru: Co-Signer On The Apartment Lease

F = Feelings when did they know they were falling in love?

Takeru: About a week after Aguni (drunkenly) confessed his crush. Literally spent a whole week like, "Wow, it's a shame I don't love him back. He's so kind and handsome and smart and funny...too bad, I guess..." until one night he sat up straight in bed and said "Hold up." He then immediately called Aguni and began demanding why Aguni didn't tell him he was in love with him this whole time.

Aguni: They had been friends since they were kids, so it's hard to say when his feelings went from "you're my best friend" to something different. But, once he figured it out, he swore never to mention it because that could complicate their friendship.

G = Gentle are they gentle? If so, how?

Takeru: Yes and no. He's got a bad case of "grabby hands" and often yanks Aguni to and fro to look at something or whatever. Just zero respect for the man's personal space. But otherwise...I imagine he's not particularly rough or gentle, just kind of normal. EXCEPT when it comes to the emotional stuff—like, the real heavy things. I think he's very gentle with that, not asking too many questions and just sort of taking care of him where he can.

Aguni: Generally gentle—physically, emotionally, whatever. But I do think that he's confrontational, like when there's an issue, he comes straight out and asks Takeru what's going on. Even corners him, sometimes. He seems like a "no bullshit" guy, and since Takeru is "Mr. 99% Bullshit" he's gotta deal with it as best he can.

H = Hand/Hold how do they like to hold hands?

The only time they "hold hands" is when Takeru is grabbing Aguni's wrist to drag him somewhere (or run away lol) and when Aguni is pulling Takeru's hand back to stop him from touching something...

I = Impression first impression/s

I headcanon that they met very young, like grade school age. After school, in the park, where Takeru was chilling in a tree and Aguni walked by and he was like "Hey, there's a spider up here, wanna see?" and Aguni is like "Not really, I don't like bugs..." Now, Takeru, being "weird bug kid extraordinaire" can't believe his strange little ears and hops down from the tree and starts explaining why bugs are so cool and that Aguni is wrong...and Aguni listens as this funky, tiny firecracker just talks his damn ear off. Aguni liked how excited Takeru got about things, and Takeru liked how Aguni actually listened to him. And they were fast friends after that!

J = Joker are they into pulling pranks?

Takeru fucks around all the time...and doesn't often find out, because Aguni tolerates all his antics. (To a certain point, but still.) Every once in a while, Aguni will tell some harmless little lie just to watch Takeru freak out—he told him once that Lady Gaga was leaving the music scene forever, and Takeru screamed so loud the neighbors filed a noise complaint.

K = Kisses how do they kiss?

I think they most often do quick pecks—at the breakfast table, when they get home from work. You know. Domestic stuff. But when it's not like that...I think 9/10 times it's Takeru initiating, and Aguni reciprocates by wrapping his arms around him in a big hug (because he likes it but also to keep that skinny little weirdo from wiggling so damn much, he's always moving, he can't just be still—)

L = Love who says I love you first?

Neither! I don't think they really say it at all! Why say something that doesn't need to be said? (At least, that's how they see it...)

M = Memory their favorite moment together

Aguni: It's not really a memory, but...just how they have breakfast together some mornings. Sipping coffee, discussing whatever's going on in the world, the general "togetherness" that comes with it is one of his favorite feelings.

Takeru: The time they spent a full 24 hours in a karaoke booth singing 80's hits and knocking back tequila shots and ordering way too much food.

N = Nickel do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

Takeru: Absolutely buys stuff for Aguni all the time. Mostly random snacks, or little knick-knacks that catch his eye. And also clothes, but...Aguni doesn't always approve.

Aguni: Doesn't buy Takeru stuff BUT leaves vases of flowers he grew on the table for Takeru to find.

O = Orange what color reminds them of their other half

Anything bright and obnoxious reminds Aguni of Takeru—red in particular, which also happens to be Takeru's favorite. And Takeru thinks Aguni has calm and soothing blue-green vibes. Like the ocean, beautiful and serene, but also dark and capable of incredible destruction.

P = Petnames what pet names do they use?

Takeru: All of them. Darling, babe, sweetheart (but he calls everyone those lol). Aguni-specific ones are always over-the-top and ridiculous like "brightest star in all of the heavens..." and he always gets an eye-roll for his efforts.

Aguni: Absolutely does not use pet names. Just says "hey you" or something. Once called Takeru "babe" and Takeru had to stop washing dishes and sit down because he was laughing so hard.

Q = Quaint what is their favorite non-modern thing?

Takeru: I feel like he would collect a ton of vintage stuff—clothes, records, just random little bits and bobs he comes across. But his favorite is definitely his record player—it belonged to his dad, and he keeps it in a place of honor in the hat shop.

Aguni: A set of very old and well-cared-for gardening tools. Takeru got them for him for his birthday, and he legit treasures them.

R = Rainy Day what do they like to do on a rainy day?

Lay on the couch and do literally nothing. Takeru gets the left end, Aguni takes the right, and they binge trash TV shows all day. (And also they make box-mix brownies and eat them straight out of the pan. It's "their thing.")

S = Sad how do they cheer themselves/each other up

Takeru: Aside from all his self-destrictive behaviors (binge-drinking, dangerous situations, etc.) he just really needs a good laugh. And Aguni somehow always manages to make him laugh with an unexpected, deadpan comment. Also, he makes Takeru actually talk through his problems instead of ignoring them...

Aguni: if he's in a bad mood, you just need to let him work through it on his own. He hates being "talked down to" and feels that most attempts at cheering up are cheap, so most people don't attempt. Buf...Takeru is not "most people" and breaks out his most ridiculous jokes to try to get Aguni to crack a smile.

T = Talking what do they love to talk about?

Other people! You know Takeru is the "XOXO Gossip Girl" of the neighborhood, but Aguni...he's like a little old church lady and ADORES hearing all the latest drama.

U = Unencumbered What helps them relax?

Both of them have the same method of relaxation and it's...bubble baths! Aguni does a basic, skin soothing soak and just hangs out in the warm water with a book or maybe just his thoughts to keep him company. But Takeru? He's got some fancy bath soaps, and he takes in a glass of wine and lights a few candles and does a face mask and it's a whole EVENT.

V - Very thoughts about each other

Takeru: Thinks Aguni needs to loosen up and take more risks...but also just loves the guy to pieces.

Aguni: Kinda wishes Takeru would calm tf down sometimes...but also knows that it's just how the guy is and wouldn't dare change him.

W = Wedding when, how, where do they propose?

They're not really the marrying type! They just have a mutual understanding of commitment and that's that.

(But if they did have a wedding... I think it would be a relatively small affair with all their closest friends and family. Like a dinner party, but somewhere extra nice and with lots of good food and alcohol. Intimate and meaningful, with just enough "extra" to satisfy Takeru.)

X = Xylophone What’s their song?

"Total Eclipse of the Heart" because they hid out in a karaoke booth (different from the 24-hour event that Takeru cherishes so much) to es ape the Yakuza and Takeru sang it over and over to pass the time.

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

"Breaking" to my "Entering." The "Assault" to my "Battery." (They both hate this sort of thing and try to come up with the worst answers possible lol)

Z = Zebra if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

They already have the cat, Ziggy, who is their perfect little angel.

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Hello! How are you? I hope well! I really loved Joseph's scenario with a very sweet granddaughter, so could you do another similar scenario, with his granddaughter and kakyoin falling in love during the journey? If it is too specific, I apologize! And I'm also sorry if something seems a little strange, English is not my native language :') Anyway, thanks in advance!

Thank you for requesting this, might I say, big brain content. I love me a good Jiji and cherry boyo.

※ Jojo Scenario • Joseph & Kakyoin - Young love

Your grandfather Joseph Joestar was a very clever and perceptive man. Behind his goofy nature sometimes, he could prove himself to be quite the smart cookie whenever he wanted, figuring out enemies' weaknesses, guessing their next lines and getting you and the group out of seemingly unescapable situations.

But if there was a thing Joseph Joestar had not seen coming nor expected, it was your ongrowing crush on the young Noriaki Kakyoin accompanying you on the journey.

To the eyes of Polnareff and Abdul, it was obvious. From the way you always stared at the red-head longingly, fidgeted under his amethyst gaze and blushed everytime he spoke kind words to you. The way you always tried to iniate 'accidental' touches with him or wanted to sit next to him in public transports or restaurants among other things.

As strong as you were against enemy Stand users and as serious as you could be during your adventure, you were still a teenager, seeking for experiences, and that beautiful feeling called love. Thus was what the Frenchman and Egyptian man thought seeing you.

They would chuckle and tease you about it, saying how cute and oddly entertaining it was that Kakyoin had managed to befriend and attract both Kujo siblings. While you and Jotaro were distinctly different, it seemed that you two couldn't stay blind to the redhead's charm, his gentle nature, smooth voice, vast intellect and cryptic humor.

Jotaro had noticed how close you had gotten to his now best friend, and, if it were anyone else, you could be sure the behemoth would have beaten the shit out of that boy. But Jojo was serene, knowing well that Kakyoin was respectful and trustworthy, and if Jotaro had to choose, he'd rather have Kakyoin, his best friend, be your man.

Joseph Joestar, however, was a whole different story, and not quite as comprehensive as your brother.

To be fair, the other men of the group wondered how the hell did Joseph not manage to figure out Kakyoin and you were almost as good as official by now.

You both were so painfully obvious. If the boys thought you were dropping way too many hints, Kakyoin did not make it subtle either.

How the boy leaned down as close to you as appropriately possible at any occasion he had. How he always seemed to be there, like a knight in shining armor, to tend to your every need, clearly showing you some type of favoritism compared to the other men who he'd politely tell 'They can do it themselves' whenever they asked for a favor.

Or even how he'd take any advantage he has to act grossly adorable towards you, feeding you cherries and dates and local sweets among other things, brushing your hair out of your face to get a better look at you, fixing your uniform tie, and so on.

Upon asking the old man his opinion on it all, Joseph never thought too much of it. In fact, he never even noticed anything out of the ordinary.

But the day came when he actually saw with his own two eyes, Kakyoin kissing your knuckles, acting all princely and complimenting your traits, hoping to stir a flustered and shy reaction out of you, which absolutely worked. You were blushing and laughing with him, slapping his arm playfully at his ceaseless teasing, and he couldn't help but join you, enamored by your sweet laughter.

"Hey. What the fuck is this brat doing to my granddaughter?" Joseph stopped packing the car as he sensed his protective dad sensors tingling. Or more like ringing like an emergency alarm.

Abdul followed the old man's gaze and chuckled, endeared by the scene. "Hm? Oh this. Aw come on, Mr. Joestar. They are young, let them act romantic for a bit. They won't be teens forever, and the journey has been so draining."

The Egyptian chastised with a friendly pat on his back, but Joseph was not buying it. Not one bit.

"Since when has he started doing this?! Why is he being so close to her face?! Abdul, are you seeing this??"Joseph's tone heightened with rising frustration as he slammed down the crate he was holding. "Is Kakyoin really courting my sweet little baby angel face cutie princess in front of my two very eyes?! That horny bastard!"

Abdul's eyes widened at the pet name alone, first time hearing so many English affection terms stringed together, but mostly because he was shocked to witness Mr. Joestar finally being hit by realization of you and Kakyoin's 'relationship'.

Truly, this was going to be one hell of a journey.

Abdul sighed heavily, defeated and shaking his coily head.

Hopefully Kakyoin wouldn't die by the hands of a very old man during this trip...

[cherryonigiri]

Akashi w/a gentle & caring S/O

Tilli asked: Hello! Can I ask KnB matchup please? I'm pretty, cute, slim, medium tall (165 sm.), with small arms and feet like a child's. I've long wavy blond hair, blue eyes, neat sharp facial features, dimples. I'm bright, charming, cheerful, smart, calm, kind, balanced, charismatic, self-sufficient, with dignity. I've a good sense of humor, tell funny stories well and I can mock someone. I can be really cute when I’m happy. I’m good talker, but I’m a good listener and adviser. Personal comfort is most important to me. I've an atmosphere of comfort around me, I can support and comfort, find the right words and I care about people like mom, so next to me calmly as at home with mother. I've a good intuition. I don’t love risk. I'm tactful, neat, punctual, responsible. I’m lazy sometimes. I’m dreamy and sometimes I down out of the clouds. I’m smart, talented and I learn quickly. I easily find common with people, but I'm closed, keep all my feelings and experiences in myself and need time alone. I get a lot of envy from girls, so I’m a bit of a lonely person. I can get cold and arrogant if I don’t like a person. I love children, nature and animals. Love cute things like Snoopy, Minions, Totoro etc. Favorite food: sweet, berries and tea. Hobbies: chess, dancing, horse riding, foreign languages, self-care, movies, music.

A/N: OMG excited that this is my first KnB matchup request!!! This was something i really enjoyed writing this :) 

Your matchup is:

Akashi Seijurou 

He was definitely drawn to how you carried yourself with so much grace and confidence - you seemed self-assured but not arrogant

Despite your reputation at Rakuzan (of being an amazing student + super involved in your clubs and activities) he was surprised by how caring you were 

You always made time to listen to your friends, whether they needed to get advice or to get something off their chest

Yet somehow you still seemed a little lonely - which was strange because he found you very charismatic and charming and was surprised that you didn’t have more people hanging about you

Knew that you were in the chess club, so one day after school he asked if he could play you in a match 

You lost (because it’s Akashi mfking Seijurou) but it was a close game - there was a moment where he himself wasn’t sure if he was going to win or lose 

The game took a lot longer than he originally planned so he ended up being late to practice - you felt bad about that so the next day you showed up to his practice to pass him some tea as an apology gift

The two of you began to hang out more, with Akashi inviting you to various events: horseback riding, attending a seminar of a famous linguist, inviting you to a film festival or ballet performance. He spares no expense trying to woo you

Just bluntly confesses to you one day: “I’m interested in you romantically, would you consider dating me?” and that’s how you two end up together 

Honestly he loves that he has so much in common with you - he loves being able to share his hobbies with you and vice versa

Of course there are the fancy dates he takes you on because he loves to spoil his s/o 

But also appreciates more relaxed or simple dates - going to an exclusive tea house in Kyoto is great but to him getting to spend the day at home cuddling with you in his bed is equally as tempting

Akashi is subtle with his affection in public - usually he’ll hold your hand or brush up against you. Occasional kiss but nothing over the top

When the two of you are alone his favorite thing to do is kiss you on the lips he literally can’t get enough

Akashi was always popular at Rakuzan, now that you two have become an official couple, much of the female student body’s envy towards you becomes more obvious

Generally know that you can stand up for yourself but if he hears anyone talking badly about you or spreading rumors about you he will not hesitate to stop that right away - people quickly learn to respect you or face Akashi’s wrath

Introduces you to the team- at first you’re intimidated by the tall guys surrounding you but quickly realize they’re all sweet hearts 

Hayama’s bubbly personality helps you warm up to them and soon you feel super comfortable with the Rakuzan starting line-up 

You often show up with honey soaked lemons and other snacks for the Rakuzan team - and Akashi is touched by how genuine you are about supporting your friends

He does notice that you tend to keep your own worries and problems to yourself. At first he won’t pry- he knows that people have their reasons for internalizing their feelings

But if it’s starting to take a toll on your mental health, sleep or physical help he’ll try to coax you to tell him how you’re feeling

If you decide to open up to him he’ll be there for you - he’ll listen attentively while comforting you by rubbing circles on your back. Will press kisses on your forehead whenever need a break because he knows things can be hard sometimes

Will try to cheer you up as best as he can - he might surprise you with a small gift, or take you on a date to a nearby mountain/nature reserve because he knows you love nature

[frozenmemories1987]

In brief, what do you think most (or some) of the other characters think about Mackson?

Oooof, brief?

Abby: Loves Jackson and is absolutely happy for him and has quickly grown to like Miller, too. Though she was surprised when she first found out.

David: Absolutely proud of his boy! He's loved and supported Briller but he thinks Jackson is a lot better for his son because Jackson is more mature and he's a doctor! He can take care of Nate. Plus they're really cute together, he can see how happy Nate is in the way he keeps sideways glancing at Jackson and smirking and well, the way they hug with so much feeling. David just wants to protect them.

Octavia: Has grown closer to Miller over time, trusts him. He's her head guard in the bunker and him having a steady relationship can only be beneficial to his mental health and stability. To be honest she always thought Jackson was a bit plain, personality wise, but then she never spent much time with him. Being with Miller elevates him into Octavia's inner circle and she gets to see more of his dry humor and his lighter side (even in spite of bunker life) She admires that.

Niylah: being so close with Octavia (and Clarke before that) has made her care about sky people. She spends a lot of working with Jackson and Abby in the bunker and as they grow closer Jackson occasionally shares worries and concerns with her. It's touching and inspiring how much he sees about his boyfriend, it's a trait not many men Niylah knows possess. She thinks they're very cute together. Plus Miller makes a damn fun drinking mate. (And they get all mushy and touchy when they're both drunk)

Indra: Working so close with Miller on the guard she watches him carefully. It takes a while to earn her trust but Miller is loyal to a fault and manages to gain her respect almost as fast as Octavia did. She sees a lot of wounded people get treated by Doctor Jackson and admires him deeply for how serious he takes his oath to help all people and not judge. She cares about and admires both men individually and it makes sense to her that in combination they become even stronger and more valuable for wonkru.

(She'd never say she had motherly feelings for them, but if she had a son and son in law she would surely wish they were like Miller and Jackson)

Gaia: Spending time with Miller she was quick to develop somewhat of a crush on the unwavering guard with the cute smile. It doesn't take long to realize who his heart belongs to, though. And while initially she might mourn a lost chance there (not that fleimkepa is supposed to have relationships or anything) she can't help the way she feels about the soft looks and the gentle support they display. Nathan deserves someone who makes him happy, who lessens the horror of the bunker for him. If that's the good looking doctor with the honest eyes Gaia will take that.

Clarke: Didn't see that one coming. Sure, she knew Jackson was into guys but a guard? Not that Miller isn't smart and all that but she would have rather seen Jackson with a fellow doctor, an engineer, someone more educated maybe?

But then she sees the mutual affection, a softness that 6 years in hell couldn't shake, obviously, and that makes her feel pretty damn jealous. But also a little warm inside.

Bellamy: Has always loved and respected Miller like a little brother. Has known him with Bryan and defended them to people who made stupid comments. He felt the loss when Miller and Bryan broke up, regrets not being in the right headspace to offer him the support his friend probably needed in that situation. Finding out Miller has found someone new, someone as genuine and caring and stable as Jackson, makes him happy for his friend. He sure did miss a lot of stuff while he was in space but he still trusts Miller and hopes to rekindle their friendship. He's more than ready to include Jackson in that, too.

Harper: missed her bestie so much! Is absolutely relieved to find out he's survived praimfaya in the bunker and has found someone to help him through it.

She's always liked Jackson, they've spent some time together when Harper helped out in medical. He's sweet and caring and very compassionate. Finding out Miller and him are in a relationship makes Harper very happy.

Monty: Cares about Miller but is generally not prone to judging relationships one way or another. Doc Jackson seems nice and Miller seems happy, that's that.

Murphy: Secretly has crushes on a lot of the boys. Would never say so. Would never admit he admired Miller. Would never, never, never admit he thinks Jackson is handsome. They're both assholes, after all. Miller blindly following Bellamy's and then Octavia's orders. Jackson blindly following Miller... they probably deserve each other.

Being with Emori has made him soft though. He understands love on a deeper level now and there is no denying that Miller and Jackson love each other. More genuinely and in a healthier way any other couple Murphy ever met.

When Jackson blames him for Abby he's ready to hate him but when Jackson becomes his only hope to safe Emori and ultimately everybody else he overcomes his negative attitude and gives the guy a chance.

Who would have thought Jackson would turn out to become one of his best friends? And consequently Miller, too? (He has the best kind of warped humor, after all)

Hm, who else? I think those are the most important characters probably.

Wait, Madi: absolutely stans her wicked cool uncles!

Sorry but "brief" ain't me when it comes to these people. Sorry for the extremely long post, I don't know how the cuts work on mobile.

[kingofdirtandnothing]

@polyfacetious big ass Christmas Drabble Extravagaza: Day Twenty Three

“You know, I didn’t expect retirement to be this good.” Jack can feel the sway of the dock beneath him, the slow and steady slosh of the waves where it hits the wood. The sun is just starting to peak over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of blushing pink and soft yellows. It’s paradise, plain and simple. 

Even the breeze was gentle, soft and sweet and scented with the salt of the ocean without that heavy fish smell that came with being too close to the dock. 

And the only reason he’s here is sitting beside him in a matching folding chair, a little streak of aluminum white sunscreen still visible on his nose, just below where his glasses have slid. Jack doesn’t make any effort to look down at the book in Daniel’s lap, he knows he wouldn’t get it, even on the off chance it was written in English. 

Knowing Danny, it was probably in Aramaic or something. 

For all the overflowing bookshelves in their little condo, if Jack had to guess how many of them were in English, he’d guess twenty five percent or less. There were German fairy tales and Polish fantasy novels, and even some Russian crime novels shoved on the far end of the shelf. Jack picked them up when he saw something interesting in the book store. It was a game, trying to see if there was something Danny couldn’t read. 

And on those few times he found something Daniel wasn’t fluent in, the stubborn bastard would sit there with a dual language dictionary and a notebook and puzzle his way through the whole thing. Then he’d flop down on Jack in bed and give him a smug review of whatever it was.

Jack just hoped Daniel never cottoned on to the fact that Jack liked those smug book reviews more than any he’d ever read in the paper. All that skin against his skin while he was listening to Daniel talk didn’t hurt either.

“I thought...frozen dinners and too many days in a row in front of the TV watching the game.” Any game. Hell, Jack had stooped so low a time or two that he sat there and watched things like shuffleboard and darts. Because that’s what his retirement had been the first time around, after Charlie died. The silence of an empty house, his marriage bed cold and his son’s old bedroom a mausoleum. The only sound that ever broke the silence was the sound of the tv. Jack hadn’t turned it off for two years.

He’d gone through the motions while the divorce finalized, and even got in touch with a lawyer. Jack had a decent pension from his time in the service, and a nice sized life insurance policy. He’d just been waiting to make sure that putting a gun in his mouth wasn’t going to take all those things from Sarah.

After what he took from her, the least he could do was make sure she was taken care of financially when he was gone.

More than a few nights had been spent with the same sidearm that took his kid from him sitting on the arm of his recliner. Just in case he was ready. 

Jack never could work up the nerve to be ready.

It’s not a story he’s ever going to tell Daniel. Some things were just meant to be kept to yourself. But he thinks about it now, about how much he would have missed out on if he let his grief pull him over the edge and into the darkness.

Sarah had told him once, long after the divorce and with tears in her eyes, that Charlie wouldn’t have wanted this for him. That he wouldn’t have wanted his dad to be miserable for the rest of his life. That he could grieve their boy but at some point, he would have to move on with his life. (Sarah was a saint of a woman. She never blamed him for something that was his fault. That was alright, Jack would blame himself enough for the both of them, for the rest of his life.)

It was her words in his head that made him even pick up the phone when Hammond called. Jack had ignored a whole lot of calls from a whole lot of people before then. He and Hammond had  been in the Air Force together, and even worked a couple of missions on the back end when Hammond was riding the pine pony and before Jack’s forced retirement took him out of the service altogether.

It was Hammond who said he had a security company that he was starting up, and that he could use a fresh pair of eyes to make sure he was covering all his bases. Jack didn’t manage to have that conversation without asking Hammond if Sarah called him. He was too raw, too pissed off at the idea of being forgiven to leave it alone.

Hammond, God bless him and rest his soul, had deadpanned all the way through the phone wire. ��Son, whether she did or not doesn’t change the fact that I’m asking you to do me a favor here.’ 

So Jack let words like favor and friendship coax him back out of his deathly silent house in Colorado and halfway across the world. Rich folks always needed someone to look after them, regardless of if they actually needed someone watching their backs at night. It was easy pay, most of the time. 

And then Jack got saddled with a sarcastic archaeologist who got a bodyguard courtesy of the university, after one of his failed students tried to put a hit out on him on the internet. (Jack always wondered how you even started looking for someone to kill another person. Did you type ‘hitman for hire’ in a search engine or something?)

The rest was long, complicated history. A whole lot of time and miles and sitting in on lectures until Jack stopped zoning out and started listening. Dr. Daniel Jackson was smart, that was never up for debate. Jack knew that the second he laid eyes on him. But listening to him talk, Jack started to realize how much more than just an egghead that Daniel was. 

He was clever, and he was funny. God, Daniel has a whip smart sense of humor and Jack enjoys it just as much now as he did when he first started seeing it unleashed on poor and unsuspecting entitled assholes at colleges where Daniel was going to speak. Dr. Jackson took no shit, but he did it with a smile on his face and left a lot of confused people in his wake. 

And how was a guy like Jack supposed to turn a blind eye to that? He’d settled down with Sarah, sure, and he loved the hell out of her. (He loved her so much that he was pretty sure he’d never be able to fall in love with a woman again.) But he’d had more than his fair share of foxhole fornication with the boys before he and Sarah got married. 

So spending his days shadowing a smart mouthed professor started being an exercise in repression. Because above all else, Jack was a professional. He wasn’t going to let his slow slide from respect to fondness to Feeling get in the way of doing his job. Hammond deserved better than that. 

Daniel did too. 

“You don’t have the best long view on the world, Jack. You’ve been known to be a little short sighted.” It’s sharp, and a little wry, and Jack loves the way that Daniel puts his index finger right on the line that he was reading so that he won’t lose his spot while he shoots a playful, loving look at Jack. 

“Yeah yeah, rub it in why don’t you.” Jack gestures around him, encompassing the blue skies and the white sand beaches and the handsome fella sitting next to him all with a wave of the hand that would do Vanna White proud. “This is all here because of you.”

Because Jack might have had decades worth of practice when it came to repressing the things in life he couldn’t deal with at the time, Daniel Jackson had never met a puzzle that he couldn’t solve. And Daniel had looked at Jack and seen a Gordian knot that he was itching to get his fingers on, convinced that if he could find the right string and tug, that he could unravel him. 

Smug bastard was right, too. Jack came apart like a house of cards in a hurricane the first time that Daniel cornered him in an elevator, a hand pressed flat against his chest and the smell of his cologne in Jack’s nose. ‘I want you.’ Daniel said, in that same knowing way he talked about the pyramids and the ancient Egyptians. ‘And I know you want me too. So why don’t we stop circling each other like some kind of alpha predator and actually do something about it?’ 

That had been peak Daniel. An argument rushed out on excitable words that Jack couldn’t think of a good excuse to argue back with. It didn’t hurt that they were coming to the end of Daniel’s contract, and his shit for brains ex-student hadn’t so much as sent a threatening email since the cops got involved. 

And in true Daniel fashion, he dug and he dug and he dusted off all the broken vase pieces of Jack’s heart and he treasured them just as they were. No need to be glued back together, or polished. Daniel loved him as much academically as he did emotionally, and Jack loves the son of a bitch so much for it that it keeps him up at night sometimes. 

Literally. 

Just the other night, Jack had lain there, tipped over onto his side because Daniel slept like the damn dead, and watched the way the filtered light from the street outside played against Daniel’s cheekbone, and felt that knot in his chest go taut. Daniel was the reason Jack got out of bed every day. 

(And in the morning, while Daniel was shoveling oatmeal into his mouth without looking away from the translation in front of him, Jack had let slip ‘Charlie would have liked you’. And he meant it, too. Charlie had been whip smart, too. He would have loved Daniel.)

“No short jokes from you, junior.” It’s a lazy back and forth, and Jack digs at his own thoughts for a second until he can find the words that Daniel had used for it in one of his lectures last week. Call and response. 

Jack wasn’t getting paid to sit in on the lectures now. But he still liked to take up a spot in the back row and do the crossword with the ebb and flow of Daniel’s voice washing over him, the same way the sound of the sea was washing over him now. 

“I would never.” But Daniel’s voice trails off, the same way that his attention is fading, already shifting back to the book in his hand. If Jack was a betting man, he’d bet that tonight would be one of those nights that he’d have to roll out of bed with creaking knees and crackling ankles at two in the morning and usher Daniel into bed. He was close to a breakthrough, and Jack knew that getting much else out of him today when his brain was in Translation Mode wasn’t going to happen. 

“Yeah yeah.” Jack repeats, his own kind of absent as he reaches over to squeeze Daniel’s knee, careful not to bump the book where it sits in his lap. He turns his own attention back to the rod and reel he’s been ignoring through this stroll down memory lane, giving it a little tug on the line. 

Nothing was biting at the moment, but that was alright. Jack had nothing else to do, and there was nowhere else in the world he’d rather be. 

[iihappydaysii]

Jamie is attracted to Lord John, which makes him very confused and angry, in this essay I will… okay, but I’m actually going to write this essay, so buckle up.

Last night, I read Jamie talking to the others at Castle Leoch in Outlander about his experiences as a teenager with the Duke of Sandringham. First of all, the duke is disgusting and needs a very swift kick to the balls—but even so, Jamie doesn’t take the duke so seriously. He finds an amount of humor in it, even if it’s in part just how he’s chosen to deal with it. Also, Jamie is surrounded by men that, though they’re far from “allies”, they’re not being particularly hateful about it. Of course, all of this discussion occurs before the rape and torture Jamie experiences from Black Jack Randall. This filled in a piece of what I’ve been trying to understand about Jamie’s relationship with Lord John.

Before Lord John, the Duke and Black Jack are Jamie’s experience with—I strongly hesitate to say gay men—but Jamie sees a connection between these three men based on their attractions to men, however disturbingly they present in the Duke and Black Jack. The Duke preys it seems to be exclusively or near exclusively on young men. Claire upon meeting him says that it’s all the boys under eighteen that seem wary of him, as they’ve been warned (I’m increasingly glad that as far as we know the Duke got nowhere near young Lord John). Of course, we have Black Jack who is an 18th century version of a serial rapist/serial killer. Jamie experiences a horrific trauma at his hands. Not only did he rape and hurt Jamie physically and very, very seriously, he also found ways to make Jamie find pleasure in it. And thinking of Jamie’s casual reaction to the Duke’s inappropriate advances, it makes me think Jamie’s particular reaction to this form of torture isn’t based on a simple baseline homophobia.

A) Jamie feels guilt for getting “pleasure” out of it because he’s married and faithful to Claire. Also, how could she ever love him if he did (his thoughts)? B) What does it say about him that he could find any kind of release/pleasure at the hands of such a horrific man and in the midst of an incredible amount of pain? C) Later, after the rape and torture, if he experiences any attraction towards a man—as it seems he might towards John, I’ll explain more later—how can he ever know if those feelings only exist because of Black Jack? And, even if he can parse that out, he can’t stomach the thought that he shares anything in common with the Duke or his rapist.

Enter Lord John Grey. Jamie likes him, despite the fact that he’s the Governor of the Ardsmuir Prison, despite the fact that he once tried to kill Jamie. At first, there’s mistrust and contempt there, but eventually, they grow to like and respect each other and enjoy time spent in each other’s company. Dining together, swapping stories and playing chess. Given Jamie’s strong reaction to John’s simple touch to his hand (a death threat, followed by basically years of contempt). If Black Jack had never happened, I think, at worst, he would’ve given an 18th century “Sorry, man. I don’t swing that way.” John would’ve apologized and that would’ve been that. Jamie knows John is no real threat to him. Jamie has little that can be leveraged against him, as Black Jack was able to leverage Claire against him. Our sweet David Berry gives us a false impression of the size difference between Jamie and Lord John. He’s near a foot taller and physically dwarfs John. Not to mention, in the show, Jamie says defiantly to John (before their friendship) that he can do his best to torture him but there’s nothing he can do that hasn’t already been done. He doesn’t seem particularly afraid.

I’ve mentioned this before, but its mentioned in the Lord John series that John is actually pretty good at figuring out who’s into dudes and who isn’t. He’d have to be to survive long, doing what he does, especially as he doesn’t go to the brothels. He ‘gets it wrong’ with Jamie and it’s likely a mix between wishful thinking/strong feelings and simple misinterpretation, but John is smart and he senses something. So he acts on it in as gentle a way as possible (not knowing anything of what happened to Jamie with Black Jack, he won’t realize Jamie has been raped at all until he guesses it in that painful scene in BOTB, which I’ll discuss in a moment. Firstly though I want to mention some things that come later that relate to suggestion that Jamie is attracted to John in some way, beyond John believing so enough that he takes such a large risk. For one, Claire will end up sensing something between John and Jamie, enough that it bothers her and she recognizes it for what it is, at least what it is for John. For two, we know there’s a connection between violence and sex for Jamie, we can see it in how he is ‘in bed’ with Claire. Anytime John’s attraction to Jamie gets brought up, he responds violently, despite John not being any actual threat to him—something he knows for certain by the time John is saying “We were both fucking you”—and yet, how does he react then? Violence. (I can’t fuck you, so I’ll hit you. Two sides of the same coin for Jamie.)

Later, he’ll even admit to Claire that when he was falling apart after William was born that it was John who was able to put him back together again, and that he’s angry about it. He’s angry that John can touch his heart in that way.

Anyway, let’s rewind a bit, so we can discuss why exactly Jamie would be so angry about any possible attraction to John based on how he sees gay men (and how he believes he’d have to see himself if he were to accept the way John is able to make him feel).

The scene where John comes to Jamie for help figuring out what to do about Percy’s impending trial is where we can see this issue most clearly laid out. First of all, Jamie has a VERY strong reaction to realizing Percy was John’s lover.

I can’t in honor see him hanged for a crime whose guilt I share—and from whose consequences I am escaped by chance alone.

This is all it takes for Jamie to realize that Percy is John’s lover. Though John doesn’t directly state that, Jamie senses it, is smart enough to figure it out—and does not react well. (Also, the word Jamie uses is ‘catamite’, which is a term from ancient Rome and Greece that means ‘a boy kept for homosexual practices—and John corrects him to lover).

They begin to argue it at this point, basically the concept of whether or not men can be lovers. Jamie, whose experience is limited to the Duke and Black Jack, knows intimately that what those men experienced was not love, but selfishness and power trip to varying degrees. He’s projected that on to all men who experience attraction to men—a burden he would have to hang around his own neck as well—if he were to feel a similar (as maybe he did when John touched his hand in Ardsmuir… in that moment, before he pulled away.)

Only men who lack the ability to possess a woman or cowards who fear them—must resort to such feeble indecencies to relieve their lusts.

It’s an attempt to goad John, to insult him. It doesn’t particularly work as Lord John doesn’t possess any great deal of shame around his being gay and knows that isn’t true. He’s not afraid of women and could most certainly possess one if he wanted to. John doesn’t take the bait as intended and deflects to talking about love. What do you think love is?

He needs to keep his love for Claire separate from anything he could or could not feel for John and Jamie goes on to speak of one of his other experiences with gay men, though John doesn’t know that this relates to an exact experience (this can also relate to Black Jack because of Fergus). But I think Jamie, at this point, is pretty certain that John is no Black Jack. His negative reaction to Jamie (in a sense) forcing John to whip him Ardsmuir was a good example to him that John doesn’t get pleasure out of that. But still, if John has this attraction to men in common with Black Jack and the Duke, he must have others, right? So, he turns to accusing John of ‘preying upon helpless boys’.

Lord John threatens to physically fight him for that comment, which is very fair. It’s a horrible and gross accusation that he absolutely does not deserve in any way.

Jamie’s reaction to this is interesting. Armed or no, ye canna master me.

Of course, this is when John says something really motherfucking dumb without realizing the implications because he doesn’t know Jamie’s history of trauma.

I tell you sir—were I to take you to my bed—I could make you scream and by God, I would do it.

This conversation goes all to hell because John thinks he’s arguing against homophobia and what he’s really arguing against are fundamental beliefs Jamie now holds to protect himself against his trauma and any feelings he may or may not have for John. (and it just must really suck to be in love with someone who thinks such terrible things of you, through not fault of your own).

(Also a quick aside about Grey wanking after this, like it doesn’t make a hell of a lot of a sense in reality. Especially as we know Grey will be very angry about this conversation for a long time after. However, in a literary sense it goes to reflect that idea of violence as sex or violence as a way to express sexual attraction. If Jamie’s release of the sexual tension of that scene was the punch, John’s was this.)

Of course, they’ll rebuild their friendship slowly, over the years at Helwater and in Scotland. Enough so that Jamie will gift John with one of his most precious things—his son William. This time will end with an offer of his body in exchange for John to care for William (though it is a test to make certain John’s not a creep and if he is Jamie plans to kill him). John, of course, turns Jamie down because as Jamie will later say to Claire, “he would not take counterfeit for true coin”. This is the moment where Jamie separates John from Black Jack and the Duke. And, at least for a moment, is able to separate himself from them too. Enough that he does something he does not have to do, that there’s no real reason for him to do, he kisses John.

Grey felt the big hands warm on the skin of his face, light and strong as the brush of an eagle’s feather, and then Jamie Fraser’s soft wide mouth touched his own. There was a fleeting impression of tenderness and strength held in check, the faint taste of ale and fresh-baked bread. Then it was gone, and Grey stood blinking in the brilliant sun.

[swanbedandchill]

How you help your significant other to relax

So just a heads up! Things get a little NSFW for Beef’s part, but nothing too crazy, mainly just implied. I also included a little bonus towards the end for those who prefer the Phantom version of Winslow. Enjoy!!

(Y/N) = Your Name

Reader Type: Gender Neutral

Winslow

·         Usually he spends his time composing some music, and sometimes doesn’t know when to stop and take a break. Which leads him to overworking himself. This is when you come in.

·         You carefully approach him, not wanting to startle him, and began to gently rub and caress at his shoulders and arms. He’ll just smile and lean into your touch, with a pencil still held in his hand.

·         You glide one of your hands down the length of his arm, and over the hand with the pencil held in it and start to massage at the back of his hand. Coaxing him to take a break for a while and spend some time together.

·         He happily obliges, mainly out of feeling extremely tired, and because you’re too tempting to refuse. He stretches before he gets up from his writing center, while you lead him to your shared bedroom.

·         The two of you lay down beside each other. You’re sitting a little upright, while Winslow is more laid down with his body against you, and his head buried in your chest. He has an arm wrapped around your waist, as you plant loving kisses all around his face.

·         “You know you work too hard.” You say, as you continue to kiss and caress at his face.

·         “Luckily, I have you around, or else I’d probably work myself to death.”

·         Winslow starts to feel sleep trying to take over and tries to fight it to spend some time with you, but you just reassure him that it’s ok, and that he needs to rest for a while. And that the two of you could spend plenty of time together doing whatever he wants later.

·         Winslow silently nods with a lazy smile spreading across his face, as he quickly drifts off to sleep, still clinging onto you.

·         You carefully slide his glasses off from his face and sit them atop a nearby bedstand, before adjusting your position to lay beside him.

·         The two of you falling asleep that night in each other’s arms.

Phoenix

·         There are most days where Phoenix is overwhelmed with a bunch of (High school/College) work to do. So being the kind and caring significant other that you are, you know how to help her to relax.

·         You know it’s your que once you hear her sigh, and finally close her laptop shut after spending hours writing and revising an essay.

·         “I swear, one of these days I’m just going to say fuck it, and drop out of school, and join the circus like I said I would when I was five.”

·         Phoenix would half joke and laugh. You couldn’t help but laugh too, before scooting your way closer beside her.

·         “In that case, I think you can use a much-needed break.”

·         “And a long-awaited shower.”

·         Your girlfriend added, before getting up to stretch, and started making her way up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

·         “I think I’ll take a shower now; I won’t be long.”

·         You just nodded and watched as she disappeared up the stairs. Once the coast was clear, that’s when you started to get things set up for a movie night for the two of you.

·         You and Phoenix had a spare mattress that you’d use to lay on the living room floor that for special movie nights. An you decided that she deserved something extra special, especially considering how hard school was being on her lately. So, you got the mattress, and found some soft fleece blankets and pillow to cover over it.

·         Then you started working to set up a white tarp for the movie projector, decorating white string lights around it to give it that fantasy look.

·         Lastly you got both you and Phoenix’s favorite snacks, and drinks prepared. And just in time too, since Phoenix started making her way back downstairs, now dressed in her pajamas, and was taken aback by the set up and arrangements.

·         “(Y/N), now what is all this?”

·         She’d ask, as she marveled at the very well arranged set up and décor you did.

·         “For you, because you deserve to have a nice calm, and carefree night without having to worry about a bunch of schoolwork to get through.”

·         You’d explained. Phoenix would respond by giving you a big hug in thanks.

·         “Aww, (Y/N) you’re so sweet. I love you so much.”

·         “I love you too, Phoenix.”

·         You two would tell each other, before kissing each other. Phoenix running her fingers through your hair, and you have your hands placed on her hips.

·         “Now, what movie have you got planned for us to watch?”

·         She’d asked, and you just smiled.

·         “Your favorite of course!”

·         You two shared laughs and ate a bunch of snacks, with both you and Phoenix occasionally sneaking each other kisses, while the two of you watched Labyrinth.

Swan

·         Swan usually comes home exhausted; after a long day of dealing with clients, some who were being difficult to work with, and the rest who were just plain stupid, and only had their vocal talents to live for.

·         He’d be ready to drop their asses from the record label in a heartbeat at any given moment, but he knew that-that wouldn’t be a smart move, especially considering how much money they’ve been making him.

·         Swan sighed tiredly as he made his way through the front door of your shared mansion, before making his way into the living room where you were sitting on the couch and watching tv. You turned your head when you noticed that he’d come in.

·         “Hey, how was work?”

·         You’d ask. He just grumbled in response.

·         “Same as always, difficult clients testing my patients as always.”

·         He’d say, before plopping on the couch next to you. You just smiled before crawling your way over to him on the opposite far end of the couch and ran your hand gently across his chest to sooth him, while planting kissed to his face.

·         “Aw, too bad they don’t know what’s good for them.”

·         You’d tease, and Swan would just chuckle in response.

·         “You got that right.” He’d smile, and throw his head back trying to find some way to relax, clear his mind, and not have to think or worry about work for once. You noticed this and got an idea.

·         “Why don’t I help you relax then.”

·         You’d say, before getting up and making your way to the kitchen.

·         “Have you had anything to eat today?”

·         You’d ask him from a distance. Swan just shook his head.

·         “No, didn’t have time.”

·         He responded, before you came back with a bowl of fruit in your hands and sat it down on the table in front of the couch.

·         “Here let me take care of you.” You’d say, before getting down on both knees to take off Swan’s shoes, and socks. He just smiled in approval from the sight of you down there. Then you went back to sit beside him again.

·         “Now, lay down on my lap.”

·         You instructed, and he did so. Moving his body so that his head was resting in your lap, and his legs were propped up. You started to gently run your fingers through his long platinum blonde hair, and you could feel him really start to relax against you touches. Swan smiled lazily as you continued to massage him.

·         You stopped for a moment, before reaching to grab the bowl of fruit. You picked a strawberry out from the assorted fruits and positioned it over Swan’s mouth.

·         “Open up.” You’d say with a giggle. Swan would happily oblige before opening his mouth to take a bite out of the strawberry. Sighing happily and relieved, as you fed him, and treated him like a king.

·         “Mmm, you’re so good to me, (Y/N)”

·         He’d say, as you continued to feed him, and helped him forget about his stressful day at work.

·         “Anything to make you feel good.” You responded.

 Beef

·         “That’s it! I’ve had enough of Swan not doing anything about that damn Phantom!”

·         Was the first thing that Beef said when he arrived back home from Death Records and headed straight for your shared bedroom.

·         “And he has the nerve to threaten me for complaining about it… Psst, my ass!”

·         He was clearly angered and annoyed about the whole situation, and it honestly got on your nerves too when Swan didn’t make any serious or major efforts to do anything about the mysterious Phantom terrorizing the Paradise, until after the Phantom had done some damage that personally affected Swan.

·         “I don’t see how he expects me; a high-class act to continue on with the show, especially if he doesn’t show me some respect, let alone some strong muscular protection against that Phantom freak.”

·         Beef shuddered, as he laid down beside you, frustrated. You just scooted closer to him, before lightly grazing the tip of your fingers/nails across his chest.

·         “Seriously? Swan still hasn’t done anything about the Phantom yet?”

·         You asked, disbelieved, and annoyed because Swan was clearly taking his anger out on your boyfriend.

·         “No. If anything he just wants us to ignore it, and pretend that it’s not even happening… I wouldn’t even be surprised if he were occasionally giving the Phantom hand jobs from behind the curtains, just so that freak wouldn’t completely destroy his precious Paradise.”

·         Beef half joked, and you just chuckled at his good sense of humor, especially considering the situation. That’s when an idea came to your mind.

·         “Hey, you seem really stressed out right now. So, why don’t I help you to relax. You definitely deserve it.”

·         You said, making Beef turn his attention to you.

·         “Oh really? Well, what did you have in mind, sugar?”

·         He asked, in a sensual undertone. You just smiled and bit your lip at him before responding.

·         “Whatever you want to do.”

·         You said and started planting kisses all over his face. Beef just smiled and sighed from the gentle caring touch of your soft lips against him. The skin-to-skin contact making him yearn for more.

·         “Well in that case, a nice hot shower sounds good right now. Care to join me?”

·         He asked, and you of course couldn’t say no to that.

·         “I’d love to.”

·         You simple responded, before you both got up and started assisting one another with taking your clothes off, until the two of you were completely naked.

·         As you were both in the shower, you took the time to run your hands through his now wet dirty blonde hair and started to massage at his scalp. Beef leaned his head back slightly as he started to really relax in your touches. Smiling lazily as he did so.

·         “Mmm, you’re so good at that.”

·         He moaned little, you just smiled in approval at his reaction.

·         “Yeah, I know I am.”

·         You just responded cockily, but playfully. You then started to run your hands along his shoulders and down to his arms, before leaning in to to start kissing at his neck, before moving over to the base of his neck, and trailing down to his chest.

·         Beef moaned once more and started to wrap his arms around your bare wet figure, pulling your bodies closer together.

·         “Mmm (Y/N), I’m going to treat you to something nice when we’re finally out of here.”

·         He said, before grabbing at your chin, and pressing your lips together for a kiss.

·         “Oh yeah, and what’s that?”

·         You asked, kissing him again.

·         “My tongue.”

Phantom Winslow (Bonus)

·         “You were great tonight, (Y/N).”

·         Winslow complemented you, in his electronic voice. Something that you were oddly turned on by. You just smiled genuinely and scoffed playfully at his words.

·         “Yeah, and no thanks to you. But you know, you didn’t have to threaten anyone’s life just so I could serve as the lead.”

·         You reassured him. Winslow just nodded understandingly, knowing that he was still going to terrorize the Paradise for you.

·         “Only the best for you, (Y/N). I love you.”

·         “I love you too, Winslow.”

·         You said, before wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him in for a long-awaited kiss.

·         His hands were instantly placed on your hips, as the two of you deepened the kiss. That was before Winslow felt an intrusive sharp pain in his back.

·         “Ahh…!”

·         He said harshly, breaking the kiss between the two of you. You pulled back worriedly for a moment, thinking that it was you who might’ve done something wrong.

·         “Winslow what’s wrong? Did I do accidently do something?”

·         You asked worriedly, but Winslow was quick to answer by shaking his head.

·         “No, it’s-it’s just by back, I think I hurt it a little from something I was doing a few days ago.”

·         He said, and you just raised an eyebrow at him in question.

·         “And what were you doing a few days ago?”

·         You asked, expecting an answer out of him.

·         “Just trying to get you the lead role…”

·         He said it like it was nothing, but to you it meant something. It meant that he truly did care about you, and your passion for music and performing. You couldn’t help but feel bad that he had to get injured in the process. And you didn’t even want to think of how he even got injured in the first place. Although a backstage worker was mysteriously murdered just a few days back…

·         “Here, let me help you.”

·         You said, before guiding him over to your shared bed, carefully sitting him down, and moved behind him, starting to pull the zipper down from the back of his dark costume.

·         “W-What are you doing?”

·         He asked as he started to turn his head around to face you, but you just shushed him, and continued with what you were doing.

·         “Just relax, I want to help relieve you of your pain.”

·         You said, pulling down the top half of his matte leather outfit.

·         “Now lay down on your front.”

·         You instructed. Winslow just nodded and did as he was told. You then positioned yourself, straddling him from above, before you started going to work on his back. As your hands worked to massage him, you could feel how tense he was, and most likely stressed out.

·         Winslow started to groan a little from the pain that he had been experiencing for the past few days, but then felt it starting to go away as your skilled hands started working magic on his body. Whimpering in relief and approval as he did so.

·         You just smile at his reaction.

·         “Am I making you feel good, Winslow?”

·         You asked, even though you already knew what his answer to that question was going to be.

·         “Yes… So, so good…”

·         He said lazily. Winslow started to drift off to sleep as you kept working to fully relive him of his pain. You smiled and awed when you realized that he had fallen asleep after a while.

·         That’s when you carefully climbed off him, and went to take off his silver owl mask, sitting it on your vanity. You returned to him to take off his shoes, and gloves before you started dressing into your night clothes.

·         You smiled at how peaceful your boyfriend looked in his sleep. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, making Winslow smile a little in his sleep. You went to turn off your bedroom light, before crawling back into bed with him, and pulling the bed covers up and over you both.

·         “Goodnight, Winslow. I love you.”

·         You said, before turning on your side so that your back was facing him, giving him the required space, and thinking that he was still asleep.

·         Winslow then moved closer to you and positioned himself so that he was spooning you from behind. Wrapping an arm around your middle comfortingly, and protectively as he did so.

·         “Goodnight, (Y/N). I love you more.”

[doodles-arts]

Headcanon of the 2003 turtles aside from Raphael reaction to (i already asked a scenario for him) dating someone who acts opposite of them but in a complimentary way?

Hi, hon! @nesting-dreams Before I talk about an s/o that's the complete opposite of the boys, maybe I should talk about what the boys are like...

Leonardo:

Calm, cool, and collected. Natural leader. He is confident and loving but dislikes excessive PDA. He would obviously go very well with someone who helpful and wise, but what about a bad b*tch? Your own leader.

His opposite s/o:

A complete baddie, b*tchhhh

loves fashion jewelry and horror movies

wants to be a model

loves anything with coffee. You're addicted 

loves showing off, not modest at all

Neva caught lacking

you're a diva, a female hustler, a complete boss

he looks up to you completely, he thinks your amazing

doesn’t hurt that your sexy with a-Rockin' bod

totally into reality shows and online shopping

you love TikTok, you're definitely always making up dances with Mikey

you online shop on Leo’s lap while he meditates

you hate it when people are slow

or when someone doesn’t have a sense of humor

you also hate when Leo doesn’t make time for you

you hold him accountable because you make tons of time for him

you don’t mind PDA

Leo likes holding hands and when you grab his arm

makes him flex, you notice but don’t care

but he better be spreading you like butta when ya alone!

your first fight is because he’s late to a date

he makes it up by spending the night, bringing you flowers and coffee the next day, it was 3 Am. you still squealed and accepted

you both stay up on the roof looking over the twinkling city lights and talk about everything and anything

Raphael: (my baby!)

Strong, stubborn, loyal, and competitive. The muscle. Raph, of course, is the type that would go for someone who was just as competitive and strong-willed to be able to handle his own temper. But what if he falls in love with someone he can take of instead? helps him grow a tender heart. 

His opposite s/o:

you are very shy

an introvert at best

you love books and a warm drink

you don’t like PDA, unlike Raph, because it makes you the center of attention

Raph respects it but warns you he can’t help himself sometimes

you both compromise and make PDA strictly SFW. Not sexual. At all

you're in school for journalism and you're writing a story based on the love between your and Raph. 

you always let Raph semi lay on you while you read on the bed. 

he also likes resting his head on your lap while you read and so do you

he falls asleep, daily naps

100% secret soft boi

he learns to work on his volume, he doesn’t have to be loud when it’s not necessary.

you always praise him when he does stop himself from yelling

you praise him during s*x too because it helps with his confidence. 

you always read to him after a night that he rants about something happening with his family. 

you always listen, you’re a great listener

you’re overprotective though

no one can boss your Red around

he loves that ^^ nickname

thanks to you he feels like he has someone to lean on that will relate or understand completely

the first fight happens because he yells at you when you first try helping him with his temper. Your hurt that he’d do the one thing that scares you

he apologizes and shows you his vulnerable side for the first time 

you accept his apology and cuddle him all night

reading him to sleep and you fall asleep in his arms

Donatello: (dadddyyy)

Obviously smart, but also a smartass. Basically the genius. He doesn’t enjoy PDA of any sort but loves physical contact when alone. He doesn’t like violence or ignorance. Usually, Donnie would benefit from a Mary Sue or a mom! friend. But what if he has a more calming and optimistic friend?

your probably a hippie by definition, but except your not he tie-dye tree-hugging type 

Your streetwise, a thick new york accent proves this. 

You’re very strong, stubborn but loving

Donnie loves this about you

you're not confrontational but your defense is always up

you actually try to understand his analytical ass, your own words

your rough around the edges but meeting Donnie has helped you with that

you crave physical touch from your partner, so when your alone you take advantage of him

he doesn’t mind, you're extremely touchy and even go as far as sitting on his lap in the lab. 

you lock the door because you know how he feels, but sometimes he likes seeing his brothers face when you're on his lap and they walk in.

your always in tight jeans and crop tops

it was obvious you had a perfect body, so he knew his brothers were a littleee jealous 

no one could prepare Donnie for the body you were hiding in those jeans and god, did he ravish you that night. 

you loved the long nights where he was too tired to take over in bed, you put your mouth to work...

He knew you enjoyed taking charge from time to time, he didn’t mind

you were a meme master

so Donnie had pretty much so many memes in his inbox

you're pretty funny and sarcastic too

“EW dude!! My mouth was open” your quick to play Mikey and “It’s always open”

Donnie likes how straight forward you are

first fight is because he was holding back in bed, you wanted to know everything he was into, all the freaky stuff

he complies and for the next week your a hot turned on mess but completely exhuasted 

Michaelangelo:

Funny, laid back and hyper. The fun one! He loves PDA, literally doesn’t care where or how. He loves to cuddle and nap and his cartoons. Obviously, the youngest in the group would like to be with someone who would have the same chaotic energy as him or at least similar. But what happens if the baby in the group gets the mom energy he never got as a kid?

you're very sweet on Mikey 

though you wished he’d slow down on the PDA

he’d hound you if he could, you always push him away, with a laugh

he loves to pepper kisses at you and hold you, grope you, hug you. basically suffocate you

you secretly love it

you always make sure he doesn’t get to close to the tv

he loves how whenever you go to the kitchen for something you bring him some

he loves having you on his lap while he plays. Keeps him warm 

wants to marry you the first time you heat up pizza and bring him some while he’s gaming

you love when he falls asleep on you

you both cuddle when ever you can

you always make sure that before you leave, he’s eaten and taken a shower, so if he knocks on the couch you know he’s alright

when you sleep over he usually falls asleep first, your exhausted but always make sure that when he’s tuckered out you help him to his room and draw circles on his forehead and drag a warm, gentle finger down the bridge of his nose. 

it puts him to sleep in a heartbeat

he actually calls you mom once, but you don’t mind, your friends have done it before

you tell him it’s alright because you know that you mother him

your first fight is because you overreact when he gets hurt trying to fight a villain with his board.

you apologize when he cries cause you yell at him, quickly admitting you were overreacting

you were worried and knew he was more responsible than that!

but you promised not to yell anymore if he promised to use his board during serious fights. 

he promised and you put him to sleep with a good old massage on the forehead and tucked him in before giving his injuries the last look

Leo is always easy to write, and I love writing my bad boy all soft like but Donnie is really fun to write <3 but Mikey is proabably the hardest because of how I see him as my baby boy. But I like this pairing alot, mom kind of reader with Mikey’s overactive self lmao

[unboundbnha]

hoooo my god. this is for ME

for me. for godzilla. :’) 

➤ rules; make headcanons of you and a character of your choice, be it sfw or nsfw.

Thank you so much for tagging me @spicyness​! I’m gonna SKAJHDSKJ. HHHHH. This is everything? Fuck I just want a purple boyfriend 😫 this will be about Shinsou because I like him a normal amount :-)

First off, I’m a pain in the ass. My sense of humor is wack (it’s basically just ‘annoy my friends and loved ones’), I’m always fricken TANKING The Mood (because it’s funny and I physically cannot resist making a Funny if the opportunity’s there), everything turns into a game unless you make me stop wink wonk. Shinsou seems like the type to snort in amusement and roll his eyes at my dumb antics, and I appreciate that! If I could make him legit laugh I’d die happy. (I am also emotionally savvy enough to know when to draw the line though, don’t worry. It’s just, man, my idea of fun is ‘LET’S ROAST ‘EM’)

I love cats. I’ll lose my whole mind over them. They NEED head kisses. Shinsou also likes cats. He also needs head kisses. That’s it, that’s the bullet point

Being open and honest and genuine is important to me. I believe most any relationship (friendship or otherwise) can work if you’re willing to communicate and empathize with the other person: I would 100% be willing to hear Shinsou’s shit, and he seems like he’d be a good listener too. I’m also good at logicking things through and he seems like he’d appreciate that. Likewise, he seems like he’d do the same for me, and as long as we stayed humble and weren’t looking to be offended (I don’t Do That -- he’s a Cancer -- love you, Cancers -- so it might take him a minute to get on the same page, but he’s emotionally smort and cares about me so I think he’d be willing to work at it) then we could help each other through emotionally hard stuff with hard truths. Plus, I’m a super honest person: if he was in a relationship with me he’d probably be pretty secure in knowing I wouldn’t hurt him on purpose. If past shit comes up with him, I’ll talk to him. Talking’s the good shit, y’all: utilize patience and empathy and you’ll be so well off!

I also battle, with a big fucking sword, a lot with mental health stuff (LMAOOOO WHO DON’T!!! YEET). I used to struggle with agoraphobia and still deal with anxiety and depression. On top of that, I have something like chronic fatigue -- I’ve been calling it chronic fatigue because I’m fucking tired, all the time. My top energy levels are like a 35% on a fantastic day. I really like the idea of this boye seeing me melting into a puddle, face down on the carpet, and bein like “how’s it going down there? you okay?” and the answer being obviously no, but him just like. Man I dunno. He seems like the kind of person who’s tired, but who can live with it. I can’t! When I’m tired, that’s it babes! I hit a 0% on my battery and I’ll collapse! So I just, hhhh. Don’t laugh, but I like to fantasize about him bundling me up and into bed. Thinkin’ about Birthday Snoot by my good friend @lord-explosion-baku​ and melting, okay?? OKAY???? I’m soft, the truth’s OUT, FUCK! I want to be taken care of like a sad but pampered cat.

(Please read Birthday Snoot I still cry over it)

Also I’m gross and struggle to shower often enough because it’s exhausting so bein given a gentle bath? oh MAN. Hands softly running through my stupid, terrible hair...asking me about my day and if anything happened that triggered me feeling this bad...just....the tenderness....the gentle affection.....being loved even when I’m at my lowest. Being cared for when I can’t do it myself. That’s a legit fantasy y’all. We out here!

I love to SNOOZE. I love being COZY. You bet your sweet bippy I’m gonna sprawl over a couch and take up the whole thing. Shinsou’d better be willing to snuggle the fuck up. I’ve got great squish which I personally feel like’s great for cuddling: I’m like warm taffy. How better to gently seep into every crevasse of your Favorite Person while enjoying a cozy cuddle?

Listen, everyone fucks hard with Shinsou calling his S/O ‘kitten’, and I agree (def have written leetle -- HOO -- leetle scenarios with that nickname because wow) but I get all wibbly with the idea of He calling me ‘Angel’. A joke at first because, like, guys, I’m really nice. (I know it sounds bad when people say they’re nice and LSDFLKJDF I AM, OKAY. I’ve worked on it. Cultivated the skill of kindness! Being kind isn’t easy, and sometimes you just wanna go apeshit, but I’ve worked hard to improve upon myself! Yeet!) But I also just really fucking love being annoying. I simply cannot resist the urge to sneak up behind someone and poke them in the ribs. I rib-poke while in the deep depths of making out too, I’ve tanked the mood a lot so picture my dumb ass Pink Panther’ing behind Shinsou, prepared to be Evil while he’s, idk, making breakfast or something, and before I can commit a Rib Crime he uses his hero training and fast reflexes and honed senses and all that good stuff to snatch my wrist and ask “what’re you up to, angel?” the answer is nothing, because he’s killed me by being sexy and fast and hero-y, and he’s probably actually killed me by startling me into collapsing like a fainting goat

He gets the deep stuff. Unfortunately for everyone and especially myself, I’m a Thinker with a capital T: it never fucking stops. I had an existential crisis for like three years in a row because of course, but I feel like he knows what it’s like to get lost in your head. Working each other out of panic attacks because holy jesus the universe sure is fucking huge huh? We’re not even a blip on the radar in the history of existence and we’re gonna be dead basically tomorrow aaaand that’s why we’d be good for each other, because I feel like we both have coping mechanisms that keep us from spiraling too bad, and we could share them with each other.

I also so fucking admire his drive, but it makes me angry that stupid fucking hero society would discriminate in the first place. 

Oh, yeah, that’s another good point: I’m hella mad about 98% of the time and I work hard to hide it! Because innocent people don’t deserve to get yelled at! I feel like Shinsou’s smart enough to sense when I’m about to pop and he can be like “heyyyyy...you wanna talk this out constructively instead of getting into a public brawl?” and I’ll be like “NO but I’ll do it for you because I love you” and then we get pizza.

Because I’m fine and balanced and stuff, I made a quirk for myself if I was in the BNHA-verse, and basically I can get stronger at the expense of higher thinking skills and will turn into a weapon of mass destruction against whatever I’m pointing at (ugh, that’s so sexy. Fuck I wanna be a big spooky buff as shit monster thing), friend or foe, so Shinsou and I would work well in tandem because if I got too rowdy he could use his quirk and get me to calm down! Keep me from accidentally doing a murder! Nice!

Okay this is nsfw so if you’re under 18 DON’T READ IT. I’LL CALL YOUR PARENTS. GET OFF MY BLOG. 

Relating to the point above, QUIRKPLAY. Mind control me into stuff I want to do but am too awkward to ask for, please and THANK you. Also, Shinsou’s a top. Gotta be, and thank god for it because I’m certainly not. I’m not happy about being a fucking bottom, because my first and most powerful personalty trait is ‘be as annoying as possible to the people you like; don’t let them tell you what to do.’ Can’t make it easy on myself, nope. Anyway, I want the appearance of being a top without the responsibility because damn, gotta be like, suave and shit. Gotta plan stuff. I don’t like that! I do that enough in real life and I don’t like it there, either! But whatever. I’m a brat and I feel betrayed by my coochie for it. But Shinsou’s a top and he’d tease me for being Fucking Terrible, and suddenly I wouldn’t be so mad at my coochie. She has her reasons.

I...like Shinsou for a lot of reasons, but a really big one, for sure, is that I feel like he can communicate about the important stuff. He likes to tease, but he knows when to be serious too. I’m really wack about being close and intimate with people and I have, hhh, special requirements to be able to sleep with them, and I feel like he’d both be able to respect AND honor that. Like, run through the rest of the BNHA boys with me here: would Bakugou be able to be completely cool, calm, and collected while still teasing, but knowing where to draw the line? Todoroki’s closer maybe, but he’s not as people-smart (which is also a big thing for me). Confidence (or at least the appearance of it when it’s important), respect, communication, listening and respecting what I ask for even if it seems wack -- Shinsou has that, and god is it attractive. 

Also, mind control. 

Also, his capture weapon. 

Also you know this motherfucker is kinky as shit. Thank the good lord.

Also, sexy-slow makeouts with his long, nimble hands running up my outer thighs to squeeze my waist -- teeth on neck, stolen gasps of breath -- 

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I feel bad because all of this, fuckin, WALL of text is pretty much ‘this is what purble boy can do for me’ and I don’t say a lot I’d do for him, but if I got someone like him I’d go to the end of the earth for them. I may be a perpetually-sleepy bitch, but one of my best -- and worst -- character traits is my unwavering loyalty. I’ll be 110% down to kick anyone’s ass who insults him: he can fight his own battles, but he shouldn’t have to over some dumbass with a big mouth and a little brain. Making him smile and laugh, oof, be still my beating heart. Words of encouragement when life gets too much. Genuine thanks for his help, whatever it may be. Hugs, because we’re both touch-starved as fuck and he deserves gentleness, dammit. He doesn’t seem like his love language is receiving gifts -- more like quality time and words of affirmation? Maybe physical touch? -- but I’d still get him little things that made me think of him, that could help him in his day to day life or maybe just bring a smile to his face. We could rescue each other at social conventions, have dates to the humane society and play with cats. Support each other through our depression days, prove that even having a brain that’s mean to you sometimes doesn’t make you unlovable. Man, idk. The whole thing’s soft and makes my heart go doki-doki. Hitoshi Shinsou is an extremely good person and god damn I’d want to show him I appreciated him and existing at the same time as him. He deserves love and kindness. He deserves someone to kiss every knuckle of his hand. He deserves hugs in the kitchen and blankets being pulled over his shoulders when he falls asleep at the desk. He deserves only good things, and I’d be honored to give them to him. 

HHHHH.

Okay! If you made it to the end of this, congratulations! You don’t actually get anything, but boy oh boy you have a lot of information about ME now! Aren’t you delighted? Heh. So! You tag people for this stuff, and I’m gonna tag @lord-explosion-baku​, @bnhascribbles​, @perpetual-bed-head​, @russianonion​, @weebsinstash​, and last but certainly not least, @usernamekate94​. Tell me about Monoma, Kate. Tell me.

[finleytm]

「 shawn mendes. cismale. he/him. 」i hope that #lexsquad member「 FINLEY MORALES 」adds me to the squad ! the 「 TWENTY-THREE 」year old 「 PHYSIOLOGY 」 major has been apart of the squad since 「 FEBRUARY 2020 」and seems to be the 「 OPTIMIST 」of the group.「 FIN 」is a「 JUNIOR 」 and seems to enjoy 「 READING IN THE LIBRARY 」but you can always find them at a squad party , too !

good evening ! i don’t have a single ounce of self control so here’s my second baby , finley , a soft lil artist + nerd who just wants everyone to be happy , but understands that that’s unrealistic so he hopes everyone is doing okay , at the very least. 

STATISTICS.

full name : finley angel morales

major : physiology 

orientation : panseuxal

hometown : rochester , ny. 

height : 6′3

build : muscular , built. 

BACKGROUND.

finley was born in portugal , but they moved when he was three so he only remembers living in new york ! his dad is from portugal and his moms from ny. 

his parents met & fell in love when his mom was visiting portugal and they ended up moving back to new york after lil fin was born !

his parents were always that picture perfect kinda love that fin looked up to 

and then when fin when in high school his dad kinda went off the wall , cheating and all this nonsense and oop , finley has a little half sister named flora. she’s 8 now and the cutest lil thing ever. 

his parents separated for a year , but ended up getting back together. fin doesn’t exactly approve , and their marriage hasn’t really been the same since , but he doesn’t say anything about it.

other than that , fin was raised to be kind & respectful & positive. his mom is like this sweet , right light in his life. definitely a mommas boys.

fin is super , super smart ! goal wise , he’s in school to get his undergrad in physiology , and then he plans on going to med school to be a pediatric doctor bc he loves kids :( and has a knack for learning about the body & medical stuff. smart lil brain. 

he also minors in art history literally for fun !!! no reason behind it. he just loves art and the history of art. he just didn’t see what being an art major would get him. 

speaking of art , he’s very talented in art + loves to paint and draw. he has an instagram just for his art and he does commissions. 

going to lex was a total spur of the moment decision + he hates being away from his family. 

PERSONALITY.

soft. so , so soft. not incredibly gullible , but has a gentle nature. 

looks on the bright side of literally everything. failed a test ? there’s always more. got your heartbroken ? time will heal that ! 

a very , very good friend ! will keep ur secrets. will call u when you’re bored. will buy u lunch just to be nice. 

he’ll definitely stand up for himself if he needs to , but he’s more likely to stay quiet because he doesn’t like confrontation.

a lil sensitive. gets bothered easily but just gets quiet & will go away until he feels better. 

has a super cute sense of humor. makes lil jokes and books and doesn’t generally think he’s funny but can tend to put a good joke out there.

generally a pretty ... Good Boy u know

doesn’t really smoke / drink / etc. he goes to parties but he’s only been drunk once in his life.

can be a little oblivious ! will have not a single clue you’re flirting with him. 

blushes easily. easily intimidated. 

a Bi King

HEADCANONS.

speaks english , portugese , spanish , & asl. 

works at smithies when he’s not in class. ! 

wears sweaters even if it’s hot. or overalls. 

has the MOST unruly , ridiculous hair in the world. it’s so cute but its so curly. 

literally loves to read ? always reading. runs into walls bc hes walking and reading. 

goes to the gym every morning at 6 am before classes.

wears contacts + sometimes wears glasses. 

a bit of a perfectionist. organized notes. everything is in order. neat as fuck. 

obsessed w/ disney movies and shakespeare.

a tall , soft , kind boy. :( 

idk anymore im tired this is all u get rn. 

CONNECTIONS.

i’m gonna make a page but for now : 

someone break his heart , please. please , i’ll beg ! 

best friend / dorm mate ! 

a cute lil confidant kinda thing 

a lil saucy fwb bc i feel like he’s only slept w/ like ... two people so i feel like this would be different as fuck for him ( bonus if he gets attached + they just wanna fuck ! ) 

a bad influence for him. god. get him drunk. get him high. something ! 

maybe ..... enemies ? 

that’s all i got rn , but here’s his pinterest ! 

[detective-anon]

good decisions (m)

so, uh...I wrote some smut. never thought I could/would, but...here we are, I guess? didn’t really know what to do with it, so I’m just gonna...place it here and back away slowly. not really edited b/c I’ll never figure out where paragraph breaks go and I can’t let go of my commas; also the more I read it the worse it gets and I just want to throw it out of the window. (me: look at it but also look away??)

As life-altering decisions went, it had been surprisingly easy. Neither of them liked using the word “convenient.” Logical, maybe. Fortuitous, even.

Their mothers had set them up, of course, although they had both insisted that there was absolutely no pressure for them to see it as anything other than their first meeting as future business partners.

(“You know that I would never, ever pin your future on a man,” her mother had said fiercely, a trace of old wounds bitter on her tongue. “The company is yours no matter what, and we both know that you’re smart enough and strong enough to run it on your own once we step down.”)

They were not-quite strangers and not-quite friends, acquaintances by default who had only met a handful of times. The last time they had seen each other was years ago, when she’d been in grad school and he was still raising capital for his startup. Their mothers had sat them down to make a deal—a hefty investment in his company in exchange for her eventual takeover as CEO. Neither of them had actually been worried about a power struggle—if anything, both of their children seemed intent on forging their own paths without their parents’ help—but a shrewd businesswoman (and a protective mother) leaves no loose ends.

The date-meeting had gone well, both of them approaching it with open minds and an inevitable, unspoken pragmatism. She didn’t expect that he’d be so boyish and fun; he finally saw the sweetness and sharp sense of humor that he’d only gotten glimpses of before. One date led to another, and although there weren’t fireworks between them, there was enough of a spark to build a life on.

They’d discussed it over takeout, sitting on the floor of his living room. The official handover was happening in three months—a bit tight, but enough time to plan a wedding. Married, they’d present a united front to eagle-eyed board members and business rivals alike. Plus, he’d smiled crookedly, their moms would be happy.

It made sense. They weren’t in love, no, but they had mutual respect, trust, and affection between them, and it was more than either set of their parents had. So they’d gotten married and moved in together, existing somewhere in the space between friendship and dating. Everything had pretty much fallen in place: facing the vultures had been easier with rings on their fingers, and though dating after getting married was something their friends didn’t quite understand, it worked surprisingly well for them.

So as decisions go, it wasn’t half bad. Especially when it had led them, months later, to this moment: him propped against the headboard with her cradled in the crook of his right arm, her legs resting across his lap as two fingers of his left hand moved languidly between her thighs.

--

Weakly, she fisted the crisp fabric at his chest, letting out a soft, “Ngh!”

He slid his right hand under the hem of her shirt—his, really, a white button-down, worn out and soft from too many washings—to brush gentle strokes up and down her abdomen. “You wanna come, baby?”

She nodded with her eyes clenched shut, burrowing deeper into the comfort of his arms as her hips rocked slowly into his palm.

He pressed a kiss to the furrow between her eyebrows, carefully moving his thumb to her clit. At the first pass of his thumb, she jolted, another soft noise escaping her. He soothed her, the hand on her torso stilling just below her breasts to hold her in place. “You’re doing so good. So, so good. I’ve got you, baby, it’s okay.”

Lowering his head, he licked into her mouth. These kinds of kisses—slow, melting kisses that left wetness on mouth corners and lipstick smears on cupid’s bows—were a recent development, an overwhelming indulgence that was quickly becoming an addiction.

Everything was sticky—their mouths, her thighs, his hands—and it felt so good. His thumb rubbed figure-eights into her clit and she gasped, a quiet puff of air, into his mouth.

He chuckled softly, moving his lips up her jaw to the space behind her ear that always made her shiver, laving a wide curve with the heat of his tongue. Her breath hitched as he blew a cool breath against the wet spot that he left, eyes opening to stare at him pleadingly. In. Out. In. Out. An emptiness she didn’t know she felt, nerve endings inside and out set ablaze.

He loved it. Loved the way she pressed closer, loved the dazed pucker of her lips against the hollow of his throat, loved the slick sounds of her arousal and the soft noises that she made. The hand on her ribcage slid upward to cup her breast, thumb and index finger coming together to pinch her nipple and pull gently.

“Hnh!” Her gaze flew to her chest, the fabric hiding her view of everything but the outline of his hand as he did the same to her other breast.

“So sensitive.” His voice was husky in her ear, deep, deep, deep, doing things to her insides. The thumb on her clit slowed, then stopped. Carefully, he scraped his nail against the engorged nub. She let out a surprised huff, hips bucking. “My wife is so fucking hot.”

The words sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She felt so swollen, clit, lips, entire mound puffy and flushed with blood.

He replaced his thumb with the heel of his hand, grinding harder against her. Her breaths came faster, hitching in her throat as she chased the friction against her clit.

“Look at this, baby,” he crooned. “Look at how perfectly your breast fits in my hand. Look at how I can cup your whole pussy in my palm.”

Her thighs clamped shut around his wrist as she came, the muscles in her stomach contracting so hard that she curled into herself, locking her in place as tremors shook her body. Slowly, she unclenched, only for another spasm to hit her. It came and went in waves, gradually weakening to slow, rhythmic pulses as she shivered against his chest, eyes squeezed shut.

Her body now lax, he pulled his fingers from her heat and gently ran them across her entrance, playing with the wetness there. She made a soft protest, her own hand coming down to cover his and pull him away. He acquiesced, dragging a trail of slick up her body as he brought their joined hands up to her abdomen. Pride and possessiveness ripped through him as he contemplated her dainty hand covering his, their wedding rings nestled next to each other.

“Tired?” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“No. Just…” Her legs shifted in his lap. “…sticky.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” He pressed kisses to her eyelids until she blinked up at him. “Think you can sit up for me, baby?”

At her nod, he guided her to straddle his lap. Deftly, he undid her buttons and removed her shirt, discarding it over the edge of the bed. A soft tug at his shirt got his attention.

“You, too,” she said, blushing. “Off.”

He flashed her a teasing smile. “Anything you want, baby.”

The top buttons of his shirt were already undone, so he tugged it up and over his head, tossing it away. Placing one large hand on her thigh to stabilize her, he leaned over to rummage in his nightstand. She took the opportunity to admire the newly exposed skin, fingertips skimming over his broad chest and the ridges of his abdomen. What a beautiful man.

The muscles shifted as he turned back to her. He had a towel in his hand—one that she recognized. It was part of a set that they’d purchased as a joke after a long day of furniture shopping and wedding planning. The towels had been the coarsest, cheapest things in the store, and they had giggled when they tossed them into the cart. They’d even gotten them monogrammed, a wedding gift to themselves. Something frivolous to curb the impetuous urges they’d resisted all day.

The towel was rolled up along the short edge, and her eyebrows drew together as she wondered why. He kept it in his grip as his hand slid from her thigh up to the globe of her ass, coaxing her up onto her knees. Her hands found his shoulders for support as he dragged the towel against her inner thighs, making her shiver at the scratchiness. Then, ever-so-slowly, he pressed it to her center.

“Look at me,” he said softly, waiting until she made eye contact with him. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Maintaining eye contact with her, he moved his hands to either end of the towel and began dragging it back and forth. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders as pleasure shot through her, the roughness of the fabric stimulating her clit.

“Does it feel good, baby?” He leaned forward to suck at her nipple.

Her eyes closed, head tilting back. “Y-yeah.”

“Close your legs a little more.” She shuffled to obey. The compression made the fabric press harder against the sensitive skin of her core and thighs. He made the feeling even more devastating by pulling the ends of the towel higher, abandoning his slow sawing to draw tight U-shapes against her body.

“So wet.” His eyes were glued to the space between her legs and the growing damp spot on the towel. “You want me to go faster?”

“Please,” she breathed. She was building to a smaller peak this time, a faster rush to a little death. Her head dropped to the crook of his neck as her hips began tentatively moving against his rhythm, tilting forward as he dragged the towel back.

“Ah!” An unconscious effort to alleviate the burn beginning in her thighs made her slip lower over his lap, but his strong grip kept the towel where it was, now motionless against her core and digging deep into all the right places.

He pulled away, grinning. “Why don’t you sit down, baby?”

Gingerly, she set herself down over the vee of his legs. He repositioned the towel and, with the new leverage, pulled it even higher against her. The drag was even harsher at this angle, pulling soft pants from her lips.

Her orgasm came as a shudder down her spine as she clung to him, three breathy little moans against his ear. When it was over, he caught her lips with his, coaxing them open so that he could suck teasingly at her tongue. She rested her head on his shoulder when he pulled away, watching as he unrolled the towel and brought it up to his nose. The heavy musk of her arousal filled his senses.

“Fuck, you smell delicious. Next time, I’m going to taste you.” He brought a hand to his crotch, grip harsh around the outline of his erection as he began stroking up and down.

Gentle fingers pulled his hand away. “Let me.”

She sat back on her heels, hands at his waistband. There was something unbelievably erotic about the sight of her fingers carefully undoing the fly of his slacks. He watched with half-lidded eyes as she slipped her hand into the opening and pulled out his cock.

It was rigid and heavy in her hand, smooth skin stretched over steel. A sigh of satisfaction left her lips. So pretty. So big. So hard. And all hers. She tested the weight, moving her hand over and around the length of him. Her breasts prickled as hot-cold shivers of arousal ran up and down her spine.

“Your nipples just got so tight, baby. Does it turn you on to know that you got me so hard?” His hand went to her breast, thumb flicking the pebbled tip. “Wanna suck on these pretty little things again.”

She sighed again, eyes fluttering closed before pulling away from his touch.

“Later,” she said breathily.

A coquettish smile teased across her lips as she picked up the discarded towel. She made a show of draping it over his cock, tucking the ends neatly around him. Her fist worked up and down as she stroked him through the fabric.

Parts of the towel were still wet with her arousal; other parts were drying and already stiff. The contrasting textures combined with the heat of her perfect fist were maddening. He growled, a low, guttural noise that came from deep in his chest.

Drawn to the noise, she pressed a kiss over his diaphragm, tongue darting out to taste the skin there. His cock twitched in her hold. Unhurriedly, she trailed kisses and kitten licks across his torso, down to where the edge of the towel covered his lap. She mouthed against his lower abs and licked into his bellybutton, leaving a trail of her saliva across his abdomen.

It glistened in the light, making him swear. He loved having her wetness on him. A vision of a thicker fluid against his skin made him grunt as he pictured her grinding her pussy frantically against his stomach. He wanted all the wet she had to give—the want in her mouth, the slick from her cunt, the cream of her orgasms, the saltwater of her pleasure-tears—on his tongue and all over his body. He wanted to lick her all over, smear the musk of their sweat together, cover her inside and out with his cum. He wanted both of their bodies slippery with sex, sliding against each other endlessly as he fucked her over and over and over again.

Plush lips caught his upper lip and tugged. She kissed him lazily for a few moments before tilting her head to nudge his lips open. Her tongue lapped carefully at his, sipping at his taste as the desire that had gathered in their mouths began to intermingle.

A large hand cradled her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek as the soft suction of their lips gave way. His other hand reached to interlace with hers, pulling it away from his cock.

“Get it wetter.” His voice was a low rumble as he pressed a kiss to the back of her fingers.

She tilted her head, giving him a questioning look.

“Sit on it, baby.” Hands at her waist urged her down.

She inhaled sharply at the feeling of his cock against her pussy. Even through the towel, she could feel its heat, its unyielding hardness against the soft give of her center. He palmed the globe of her ass, guiding her into a slow rock against him. Once she settled into the rhythm, he began thrusting against her.

Her breasts were aching and needy. Seeking relief, she pressed closer to him, hands at his shoulders pulling him in until her hard nipples dragged against his chest with every thrust.

The flimsy fabric barrier between them scrunched up more and more until the bottom half of his cock was uncovered and sliding bare against her slit. A calculated thrust had the head catching on her opening, and she froze.

Licking a stripe up her neck, he thrust against the same spot. Once. Twice. Three times.

She moaned.

“You like that, baby?” He was panting now.

Nodding, she wiggled her hips, trying to get him to do it again.

“I’ll make it even better.” The hand on her ass slid lower. An elegant finger hooked against her entrance, pulling her open. He thrust again.

Her breath caught, and he cursed as the rim of her pussy tightened around his cockhead.

His breathing was ragged, piercing the quiet of their bedroom as her airy gasps filled his ear. They were drunk on lust, a haze of pleasure soaking into their pores and overwhelming their senses as their bodies moved together.

A wrecked little noise left her lips, and he growled in response.

“You can do it, baby.” His voice was gravel now. “Make a mess all over my lap.”

He brought his thumb and forefinger to her clit, pinching and rubbing in the same motion.

“Ah!” She convulsed against him. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, desperately trying to anchor herself as her orgasm buffeted her. He felt her pussy swell and bloom around his fingertip. The bud hidden deep within her folds was emerging, unfurling to release a rivulet of creamy liquid.

“Yesssss,” he hissed at the feeling of her cum trickling onto his cock. His hips thrust harder, picking up speed as he felt his balls get impossibly tighter and heavier. She moaned with pleasure as he jostled her in his lap.

With one last savage thrust, he came. There was so much of it, spilling all over her pussy and some getting caught inside. Her hips bucked at the feeling, and she moaned softly as he slumped against the headboard.

After taking a few moments to catch his breath, he reared up again. A look of concentration overtook his features as he gently toppled her over onto the bed. Leaning over her, he slid his fingers over her folds, gathering as much of his semen and her cream as he could. He pushed it all into her, pressing hard against her sweet spot until her eyes rolled back and she shoved his hand away.

“Stop that,” she pouted.

Unable to resist, he nipped at her full bottom lip. He played innocent. “Stop what?”

“You’re seducing me again.” She was a vision—skin flushed, lips kiss-swollen, hair a mess around her head. If anything, she was seducing him.

“Is it working?” His hand came to cup her center as he bit teasingly at her collarbone. “Are you feeling empty here, baby? Does your pretty pussy ache?”

Somehow, despite how sensitive she was, his deep voice lit a flicker of interest. The reasonable part of her brain squashed it. “It’s going to if you keep going. And not in a good way.”

“Sorry, dear.” He feigned repentance before grinning rakishly. “Want me to kiss it better?”

Her eyes widened comically. “Oh no…I married a sex god.”

Laughing, he collapsed next to her. His arm came around her to pull her into his chest. She slid a leg between his and a hand over his heart.

“Bath and then nap?” he suggested.

“Bath and then food and then nap,” she negotiated.

“Bath, nap, then food, and I’ll change the sheets while you fill the tub.”

“Deal.”

Actually, marriage had been an excellent decision.

[spookysnicket]

@slasherscream:  Hey there! Can I get a slasher matchup please? I'm a bisexual black girl. I've got brown eyes, long black hair that's a big soft ball of curls + fluff. I'm a goofball Mom friend with a dark sense of humor. Huge sci-fi and horror fan. Love learning about history. Useless well of "Did you know that-" facts. Learning French specifically so I can shit talk ppl with my creole Mother in public. Pretend I'm a lot tougher than I actually am. Actually very sensitive and I tend to baby people. If I was a video game character you could only find me at the library or people watching. I snort when I laugh and tell bad jokes. I write poetry. Mostly dark stuff but also the secret romantic that writes poetry and love letters about their s/o. Just want to dote on someone and be doted back on in equal amount. Don't notice flirting but get shy when I finally do. Girly girl to the extreme. Dresses and skirts and wedges are the only way to live. Why did this get so long?? Thaaaank you!!

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(Don’t you worry about how long your descrip is! It gives me more things to write about! I hope you like it, matchup under the cut as always!)

I match you with Carrie White

✨ There are plenty of spoiled, snobby, entitled white teens in Chamberlain- who in the 1970′s, haven’t cared to learn how to respect people of color. Carrie, at her own discretion, will happily pummel any one of them into the ground with her TK, should they make any crude racist jokes- or at least scare the bigotry out of them if you forbid using any violence. She doesn’t get how they’d make fun of you like her if you’re beautiful like them

✨ Your hair is so pretty! She always asks first if she can touch it. Your poofy dark curls look so delicate and dainty, much more so than her straight, curtain-like strands. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t hold envy for your volume, too

✨ Goodness gracious does this poor little love-bug need a mom friend. Give her affirmations, gentle hugs, little kisses here and there. Kindness is a foreign concept to Carrie, but after she’s sure you aren’t just playing a trick on her, she melts at your every loving touch

✨ Listen, Carrie’s a textbook wallflower when she’s not the target of everyone’s bullying- she’s got info on every one of the pompous bastards in her town. As mean as it may be to her, she can’t help but laugh when you make a joke out of something she tells you

✨ Carrie actually kinda enjoys sci-fi, and much prefers to watch anything in that genre rather than horror. Geek out with her about all your favorite lore, characters, ships, etc. Carrie finds all the little details you appreciate in those fun other worlds so enchanting!

✨ There was one time on the way to lunch, you muttered to Carrie and asked her if Chris Hargensen could see both of your history grades from the high pedestal she sits on all day. Carrie legitimately thought she was gonna wee herself then and there and have to deal with another shower-like incident. In other terms, Carrie also really likes history! She’s a gifted student, and you two spend a lot of time together studying for exams and gushing over your favorite famous dead people

✨ Carrie’s happy to tune in attentively when you share your countless random facts. She thinks everything you have to say is fascinating, and she’s always listening with intrigue- you know so much!

✨ Hearing you speak another language? Faint. Carrie has such a thing for smarts. Plus, you just seem so effortlessly elegant to her- confidently pronouncing those pleasant yet indecipherable sounds as they roll off your tongue like flowy linguistic waves. You sound just as ethereal as you look (Just don’t let her know you’re secretly making fun of your classmates, she’ll feel bad)

✨ Carrie takes note of the contrast between your outer shell and inner personality rather quickly once you two start hanging out. Deep down it makes her feel special, seeing how kind and soft you are with her behind the scenes of your strong and assured disposition

✨ Book buddies! If Carrie was in a video game, she’d probably just be a book, if we’re honest

✨ She’s low key a stalker too, so you’re now a duo lurker team!

✨ Your snort scares her the first time she makes you laugh hard enough to get one out- she doesn’t expect the noise, is all. You’d covered your mouth afterwards, being embarrassed by her bewildered expression, before she grinned ear to ear with a smile that nearly made her eyes close shut, squashed by her raised cheeks that she then pressed her palms too with a sweet giggle. “Oh Y/n, that was precious!”

✨ None of your jokes are bad to Carrie. She unironically laughs at puns, and would unfortunately find some of those Facebook mom minion posts kinda funny too. There’s no bad joke to Carrie unless it targets someone in a mean way- don’t worry about your sense of humor!

✨ You better let Carrie see those poems. She finds the deeper messages in your works to be strangely comforting, and even nostalgic in a way. And just to let you know, you’re her favorite author

✨ She’s such a SAP for cheesy lovey-dovey overly sweet gestures. Finding a love letter? For her? By you? Lord above help her, Carrie has to fight her own mind to keep her TK from wreaking delighted havoc on her surroundings while her heart pounds away in tender lovesick beats

✨ I personally don’t think Carrie’s one to get overly attached, even considering her background and social status. Regardless of the fact that she’s been neglected and tossed away all her life, she doesn’t tend to be overbearing. That being said, there’s not a waking second where this girl isn’t thinking of you and loving you with her whole ass heart. If she sees something she thinks you might like, she’s gonna get you it as a gift. If she manages to keep momma at bay, she’s ‘heading to the library’ to go out with you. Super secret late night calls? You better bet she’s already huddled around the landline with her soft voice barely audible even on your end. She just loves you so much, and she wants to spend as much time with you as she can

✨ If god himself doesn’t waltz down the stairs to the pearly gates and put both of your hands together, Carrie doesn’t know what she’ll do. You're both terribly awkward around each other, but in that sweet and innocent way. Carrie is at ground zero with flirting and being close to someone, but watching the other girls with their partners sparks a drive- a sort of push and inspiration to try at your affections. Her advances however, get shot down fairly quickly due to your unknowing- which poor Carrie takes as you not feeling the same way. You gotta meet her halfway with this, or it’ll never happen

✨ Her flirting is pretty obvious though, so you should be able to catch on. Things like little compliments, flowers, asking for your opinion on poems she wrote about love that may or may not be directed at you- you get the gist of it. They were quite bold moves for Carrie, in hindsight- she really gave it her all to tell you how she felt about you, and it’s still adorable to this day

✨ PLEASE MAKE HER GIRLY. The confidence boost would be immediate. It’s wonderful to finally get out of those granny drapes and into a cute outfit for once. She probably starts leaving home for school earlier just to go to your place to change into something more suitable for her tastes. Plus, in a way, she gets to be wrapped in and surrounded by you! The comforting fabrics she’s clutched onto many times before during warm hugs now wears over her body, and for a moment, makes her feel almost as beautiful as you do every single day. What other reasons does she need?