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"I have loved you my whole life." (Prints)

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operation: laundry love | joshua hong

Author: bratzkoo Pairing: software developer! joshua x reader Genre: fluff, love at first sight Rating: PG-15 Word count: 9.1k~ Warnings/note: requested by a lovely anon!

summary: Joshua Hong falls in love at first sight with you at a laundromat and schemes his way into making you like him back.

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Joshua Hong had always considered himself a practical man. At twenty-eight, he had a stable job as a software developer, a tidy apartment, and a cat named Algorithm. His life was as orderly as the code he wrote, each day neatly compartmentalized into routines and habits. Laundry day was no exception—every other Saturday, 2 PM sharp, he'd trudge down to Suds & Bubbles, the local laundromat, with his precisely sorted clothes.

But on this particular Saturday, as Joshua pushed open the glass door of Suds & Bubbles, his well-ordered world tilted on its axis.

The laundromat was busier than usual, probably due to the unseasonably warm weather that had everyone in town suddenly remembering their summer clothes. The air hummed with the whir of washing machines and the occasional beep of a dryer reaching the end of its cycle. The scent of detergent and fabric softener hung thick in the air, mingling with the faint mustiness of old magazines stacked on a nearby table.

Joshua's eyes swept the room, looking for an empty machine. That's when he saw her.

She was standing in front of a washing machine, her brow furrowed in concentration as she examined a shirt with the intensity of a scientist studying a rare specimen. Her hair was piled haphazardly atop her head in what might generously be called a bun, secured with what appeared to be a pencil. She wore oversized sweatpants and a faded t-shirt that proclaimed "I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining why I'm right." 

To Joshua, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

As if sensing his gaze, she looked up, meeting his eyes. For a moment, Joshua forgot how to breathe. Her eyes were warm, like flecked with gold, and crinkled slightly at the corners as if she was perpetually on the verge of laughter.

"Excuse me," she said, her voice snapping Joshua back to reality. "You wouldn't happen to know how to get spaghetti sauce out of a white shirt, would you? I've been staring at this stain for so long, I'm starting to see pasta shapes."

Joshua blinked, his brain scrambling to form a coherent sentence. "I, uh... have you tried pre-treating it?" he managed to stammer out, mentally kicking himself for such a mundane response.

She sighed dramatically, holding up the shirt. "I've pre-treated it, post-treated it, and given it a stern talking-to. Nothing seems to work. I'm beginning to think this shirt has a vendetta against Italian cuisine."

A chuckle escaped Joshua before he could stop it. Her deadpan delivery and the absurdity of the situation broke through his initial panic, and he found himself relaxing slightly.

"Maybe it's more of a Chinese food fan," he offered, surprised by his own attempt at humor.

Her eyes lit up, and she let out a laugh that seemed to bubble up from her toes. "Oh my god, you're right! I should have been feeding it lo mein this whole time. How could I be so culturally insensitive to my own clothing?"

Joshua felt a warmth spread through his chest. He'd made her laugh. He, Joshua Hong, notorious for his dry technical explanations and inability to remember punchlines, had made this gorgeous, funny woman laugh.

"I'm Y/N, by the way," she said, extending her hand. "Y/N L/N, destroyer of shirts and apparent oppressor of Italian-American textiles."

"Joshua," he replied, taking her hand. Her skin was soft, and he had to resist the urge to hold on longer than socially acceptable. "Joshua Hong, software developer and... uh, laundry doer."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a smirk. "Laundry doer? Is that the technical term?"

Joshua felt heat creep up his neck. "Well, I... I mean, I'm not a professional or anything. Just a guy who, you know, does laundry. Sometimes. Well, every two weeks, actually. It's kind of a schedule thing, and—" He cut himself off, realizing he was rambling. "Sorry, I'm not usually this..." He gestured vaguely, unable to find the right word.

"Articulate?" Y/N supplied helpfully, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"That's one way to put it," Joshua said, managing a self-deprecating smile.

Y/N's gaze softened. "Hey, no worries. We all have our off days. Although," she added, glancing around the laundromat, "I'm not sure anyone's really on their A-game in a place like this. I mean, look at that guy over there."

Joshua followed her gaze to see a middle-aged man trying to stuff what looked like an entire month’s worth of clothes into a single washing machine.

"I think he's trying to create a black hole of socks and underwear," Y/N stage-whispered. "Should we alert NASA?"

Joshua snorted, then quickly tried to cover it with a cough. He wasn't used to finding things genuinely funny, especially not in a laundromat of all places. But something about Y/N's observations and the way she delivered them with such casual humor was infectious.

"Maybe he's conducting an experiment on the compression capabilities of cotton blend fabrics," Joshua found himself saying.

Y/N's eyes widened in mock seriousness. "Of course! How could we have missed it? Clearly, we're witnessing groundbreaking laundry science in action."

They both burst into laughter, drawing curious glances from other patrons. Joshua felt a mix of exhilaration and embarrassment. He wasn't used to being the center of attention, but with Y/N, it somehow felt... right.

"So, Joshua the Laundry Doer," Y/N said once their laughter had subsided, "since you're clearly an expert in all things wash and fold, any other tips for a hapless stain-battler like myself?"

Joshua's mind raced. This was his chance to impress her, to show off his knowledge. But as he opened his mouth to launch into a detailed explanation of stain-removal techniques, he caught sight of the playful glint in her eye. She wasn't really looking for a lecture on laundry. She was teasing him, keeping the banter going.

For a moment, panic threatened to overwhelm him. He wasn't good at this kind of thing. Flirting, joking around—it wasn't in his usual repertoire. But something about Y/N made him want to try.

"Well," he said, affecting a serious tone, "as a certified laundry professional—"

"Oh, you're certified now?" Y/N interjected, raising an eyebrow.

"Absolutely. I have a degree in Sock Pairing from the prestigious University of Wash and Tumble Dry."

Y/N gasped dramatically. "I've heard of that place! Isn't their mascot the Fighting Lint Roller?"

Joshua felt a grin spreading across his face. He was doing it. He was actually engaging in witty banter. With a beautiful woman. In a laundromat. If his friends could see him now, they'd never believe it.

"That's the one," he confirmed. "Our battle cry is 'We'll press your buttons!'"

Y/N doubled over laughing, clutching her sides. "Oh my god, stop," she wheezed. "I can't breathe!"

Joshua felt a surge of pride. He'd done that. He'd made her laugh so hard she could barely breathe. It was a heady feeling, one he wanted to experience again and again.

As Y/N's laughter subsided, she wiped a tear from her eye. "Oh, man. I haven't laughed like that in ages. You, Joshua Hong, are dangerously funny. They should put a warning label on you."

Joshua felt his cheeks heat up at the compliment. "I, uh, thanks. You're pretty funny yourself."

Y/N waved a hand dismissively. "Nah, I just state the obvious. The world's a pretty ridiculous place if you pay attention." She glanced down at the shirt in her hand, then back at Joshua. "Speaking of ridiculous, I should probably actually try to wash this thing before it becomes sentient and decides to take over my wardrobe."

"Right, of course," Joshua said, suddenly remembering why they were both there in the first place. He glanced around, spotting an empty washing machine a few feet away. "There's a free machine over there if you need one."

Y/N followed his gaze and grinned. "My hero! Saving me from the horrors of waiting for a free washer. Truly, your laundry powers know no bounds."

As they walked over to the empty machine, Joshua felt a mix of emotions swirling in his chest. He was elated at having met Y/N, at the easy way they'd fallen into conversation. But there was also a twinge of sadness. Once she started her laundry, she'd probably go sit down, maybe read a book or play on her phone like most people did. Their interaction would be over, just a brief, bright moment in an otherwise ordinary day.

Y/N opened the washing machine and started loading her clothes, chattering away as she did so. "You know, I've always wondered why they make these things so deep. Are they expecting us to wash a family of four's entire wardrobe in one go? Or maybe it's for people who only do laundry once a year and need to fit everything they own in here."

Joshua chuckled, leaning against the adjacent machine. "Maybe it's in case you need to hide from the Laundry Police."

Y/N paused in her loading, a pair of jeans dangling from her hand as she turned to look at him. "The Laundry Police?"

"Oh, you know," Joshua said, warming to his theme, "they patrol laundromats, making sure no one's mixing their colors and whites. Very strict about fabric softener usage too."

A slow grin spread across Y/N's face. "Let me guess, their motto is 'To protect and pre-treat'?"

"Exactly!" Joshua exclaimed, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. He quickly tried to rein in his excitement, reminding himself that he was supposed to be playing it cool. "I mean, uh, yeah. Something like that."

Y/N's expression softened, and she tilted her head slightly as she looked at him. For a moment, Joshua thought he saw something in her eyes—a flicker of interest, maybe? But before he could analyze it further, she turned back to her laundry.

"Well, in that case, I'd better be extra careful," she said, her tone light. "I'd hate to get arrested for improper sock sorting."

As Y/N finished loading her clothes and closed the washing machine door, Joshua realized with a start that he hadn't even begun to do his own laundry. He'd been so caught up in talking to Y/N that he'd completely forgotten why he was there in the first place.

"Oh, shoot," he muttered, glancing around for another empty machine.

"Everything okay?" Y/N asked, pausing with her hand on the detergent dispenser.

"Yeah, just... I kind of forgot to actually start my own laundry," Joshua admitted, feeling his cheeks heat up again.

Y/N's eyes crinkled with amusement. "The laundry expert forgot to do his laundry? Oh, how the mighty have fallen."

Joshua ran a hand through his hair, chuckling despite his embarrassment. "I guess I got a little distracted."

Something flickered in Y/N's eyes at that, but it was gone so quickly Joshua wasn't sure if he'd imagined it. She glanced around the laundromat, then pointed to a machine in the corner. "There's one over there if you want to get started. Unless..." She hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Unless you want to share? I've got plenty of room in here, and it'll save you some quarters."

Joshua's heart leapt at the suggestion. Sharing a machine meant they'd have a reason to stay together, to keep talking. But he didn't want to seem too eager.

"Are you sure?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual. "I wouldn't want to impose."

Y/N rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Please, it's a washing machine, not a kidney. Besides," she added with a wink, "I could use someone to protect me if the Laundry Police show up."

And just like that, Joshua's resolve to play it cool crumbled. He grinned, already reaching for his laundry bag. "Well, when you put it like that, how can I refuse?"

As they loaded their clothes into the machine together, their hands occasionally brushing, Joshua felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the humid laundromat air. He snuck glances at Y/N, taking in the way she hummed softly to herself as she worked, the little furrow that appeared between her brows when she concentrated on measuring the detergent.

Y/N caught him looking and raised an eyebrow. "What? Do I have detergent on my face or something?"

"No, no," Joshua said quickly. "I was just... thinking."

"Dangerous pastime," Y/N quipped.

"I know," Joshua replied automatically, then blinked in surprise. "Wait, did you just quote 'Beauty and the Beast'?"

Y/N's face lit up. "You caught that? Most people miss it!"

"Are you kidding? It's only one of the best Disney movies ever made," Joshua said, his usual reserve forgotten in his enthusiasm.

"Agreed!" Y/N exclaimed. "Talking furniture, a library to die for, and a heroine who's more interested in books than boys? Sign me up!"

As they finished loading the machine and Y/N started the cycle, Joshua felt a sense of contentment wash over him. Here he was, doing something as mundane as laundry, and yet he couldn't remember the last time he'd enjoyed himself this much.

Y/N turned to him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, Laundry Master, what do you usually do while waiting for your clothes to wash? Let me guess, you have a special meditation technique for achieving perfect fabric softness?"

Joshua laughed, shaking his head. "Nothing so exciting, I'm afraid. Usually, I just sit and work on my laptop or read a book."

"Ah, a man of simple pleasures," Y/N nodded sagely. "Well, how about we shake things up a bit? I've got a deck of cards in my bag. Fancy a game? I warn you though, I'm undefeated in Go Fish."

"Go Fish? Really?" Joshua asked, amused.

Y/N shrugged, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "What can I say? I'm a woman of sophisticated tastes."

As Y/N rummaged in her bag for the cards, Joshua marveled at the turn his day had taken. He'd come here expecting nothing more than clean clothes and maybe a chance to catch up on some work. Instead, he'd met Y/N—funny, beautiful, ridiculous Y/N—and now he was about to play Go Fish in a laundromat like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Y/N triumphantly produced a battered deck of cards from her bag. "Aha! Prepare to be thoroughly trounced, Joshua Hong. Your laundry expertise won't save you now!"

As they settled into a game, the rhythmic tumble of the washing machine providing a soothing backdrop, Joshua couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, his orderly life could use a little chaos. And if that chaos came in the form of a beautiful woman with a penchant for terrible puns and children's card games, well... he was more than okay with that.

It was, he decided, the best laundry day ever.

-

Joshua Hong had never considered himself a schemer. In fact, he prided himself on his straightforward nature. But as he sat in his apartment the day after his fateful meeting with Y/N, he found himself plotting like a character in one of those romantic comedies his sister was always trying to get him to watch.

"Okay, Algorithm," he said to his cat, who was perched on the arm of the couch, watching him with typical feline indifference. "We need a plan."

Algorithm yawned in response.

"Thanks for the enthusiasm," Joshua muttered. He pulled out a notebook and began to scribble furiously. "Step one: Figure out Y/N's laundry schedule."

He tapped his pen against his chin, thinking. "She mentioned she usually does laundry on Saturdays, but not every week. So maybe... every other week? Or possibly every third week?"

Algorithm meowed and jumped off the couch, apparently bored with Joshua's romantic strategizing.

"You're right," Joshua sighed. "I'm overthinking this. I'll just have to stake out the laundromat every Saturday for a while. That's totally normal and not creepy at all, right?"

Silence greeted his question.

"Right," he answered himself. "Perfectly normal."

And so began Operation Laundry Love, as Joshua had dubbed it in his head (though he'd die before admitting that to anyone else).

The next Saturday, Joshua found himself at Suds & Bubbles, a bag of laundry in hand despite having done his washing just the week before. He'd had to dig into his "emergency clothes" drawer to have enough to justify a trip.

As he pushed open the door, his heart sank. No Y/N. The laundromat was occupied by the usual Saturday crowd: a harried-looking mother with three small children, an elderly man reading a newspaper, and a college student who appeared to be using the dryer as a makeshift desk for her laptop.

Joshua sighed and resigned himself to actually doing his unnecessary laundry. As he loaded his clothes into the machine, he couldn't help but smile, remembering how he and Y/N had shared a washer the week before.

"You look happy for someone doing laundry," a voice behind him said.

Joshua whirled around, his heart leaping into his throat. But it wasn't Y/N. Instead, he found himself face-to-face with the elderly man, who had set aside his newspaper and was now regarding Joshua with amusement.

"Oh, uh, I just... really like clean clothes?" Joshua offered weakly.

The old man chuckled. "Son, I've been coming to this laundromat for thirty years, and I've never seen anyone smile like that over a washing machine. Unless..." His eyes twinkled mischievously. "You wouldn't happen to be waiting for someone, would you?"

Joshua felt heat creep up his neck. "What? No, I'm just... doing laundry. Like normal. Because it's a normal thing to do. Normally."

"Mm-hmm," the old man nodded, clearly unconvinced. "Well, I hope your 'normal laundry' shows up soon."

As the man shuffled back to his seat, Joshua groaned internally. Was he really that transparent?

The answer, as it turned out over the next few weeks, was a resounding yes.

Every Saturday, Joshua found himself at Suds & Bubbles, armed with increasingly creative excuses for why he suddenly needed to do laundry so frequently.

"I spilled an entire pot of spaghetti sauce on myself," he told the amused attendant one week.

"My cat decided my closet was his new litter box," he explained to the harried mother the next.

By the fourth Saturday, he'd run out of plausible excuses and was seriously considering actually spilling something on all his clothes just to justify his presence.

It was on this fourth Saturday, as Joshua was contemplating the merits of "accidentally" upending a bottle of ketchup on himself, that the bell above the door chimed. He looked up, more out of habit than hope at this point, and nearly dropped the detergent he was holding.

There, silhouetted in the doorway like some laundry-bearing angel, was Y/N.

She was wearing faded jeans and a t-shirt that proclaimed "I'm not procrastinating, I'm doing side quests," her hair once again in its chaotic bun. To Joshua, she had never looked more beautiful.

Y/N spotted him almost immediately, her face breaking into a grin. "Well, well, well," she said, sauntering over. "If it isn't the Laundry Master himself. We've got to stop meeting like this, people will talk."

Joshua, who had been mentally rehearsing casual greetings for weeks, found himself suddenly tongue-tied. "I, uh... hi," he managed.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Wow, they really should put a warning label on you. 'Caution: Excessive wit may cause spontaneous combustion.'"

That broke through Joshua's panic, and he felt a grin tugging at his lips. "Sorry, I left my witty retorts in my other pants. I'm here to wash them."

Y/N laughed, the sound cutting through the monotonous hum of the washing machines. "There he is! I was worried the Laundry Police had gotten to you and stolen your sense of humor."

"Nah, they just put it through the spin cycle. It's a little dizzy, but intact."

"Oh, good," Y/N nodded seriously. "A dizzy sense of humor is a small price to pay for clean clothes and freedom from laundry-based tyranny."

As they bantered, Joshua felt the tension leaving his shoulders. This was why he'd been coming back week after week, enduring knowing looks from the regulars and inventing increasingly ridiculous laundry emergencies. Not just because Y/N was beautiful (though she absolutely was), but because talking to her felt as natural as breathing.

"So," Y/N said as she started loading her laundry into a machine, "do you always do your laundry on Saturdays, or am I just lucky enough to catch you during your weekly sock-sorting séance?"

Joshua froze for a split second. This was it, the moment of truth. He could confess that he'd been coming here every week in the hopes of seeing her again. Or...

"Oh, you know," he said, aiming for casual and probably overshooting into 'trying way too hard to sound casual', "laundry emergencies wait for no man. Or woman. Or... person of any gender, really."

Y/N's eyes narrowed slightly, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Laundry emergencies, huh? Sounds serious. What was it this time? Rogue red sock in with the whites? Denim uprising?"

"Actually," Joshua said, warming to his theme, "it was a catastrophic coffee spill. My entire wardrobe now smells like a coffee shop."

Y/N nodded solemnly. "Ah, yes. The dreaded Cappucino Fiasco. I've seen it claim many a good outfit. You were wise to seek help immediately."

As they continued to load their respective machines, Joshua marveled at how easy it was to fall into rhythm with Y/N. They moved around each other seamlessly, passing detergent and fabric softener back and forth without a word, as if they'd been doing this dance for years instead of having met only a few weeks ago.

"So," Y/N said as she closed the door of her washing machine with a flourish, "what's your strategy for killing time while the laundry gods work their magic? Please tell me it's more exciting than last time. If you pull out a deck of cards again, I might have to report you to the Fun Police."

Joshua grinned. "I'll have you know that Go Fish is a game of intense strategy and skill."

"Uh-huh," Y/N nodded, clearly unconvinced. "And I'm the Queen of Sheba."

"Your Majesty," Joshua said with an exaggerated bow.

Y/N laughed, then grabbed his arm and started pulling him towards the door. "Come on, Laundry Boy. There's a coffee shop next door that does a mean latte. I think we can risk leaving our clothes unattended for a few minutes. Unless you're worried the Sock Gnomes will strike?"

Joshua allowed himself to be led, his arm tingling where Y/N was touching it. "Sock Gnomes are no laughing matter," he said seriously. "They're a menace to matched pairs everywhere."

The coffee shop, as it turned out, was a tiny hole-in-the-wall place that looked like it had been decorated by someone's eccentric grandmother. Mismatched chairs surrounded wobbly tables, and the walls were covered in a truly bewildering array of artwork, ranging from serene landscapes to what appeared to be a portrait of a cat dressed as Napoleon.

"Wow," Joshua said as they entered, the scent of coffee and freshly baked pastries enveloping them. "This place is..."

"A glorious affront to interior design?" Y/N supplied helpfully.

"I was going to say 'unique', but yeah, that works too."

They ordered their drinks - a simple black coffee for Joshua and something that sounded more like a dessert than a beverage for Y/N - and settled at a table in the corner. The chair Joshua sat in promptly made an ominous creaking sound.

"Don't worry," Y/N said, noticing his concerned look. "If it collapses, I promise to laugh only a little before calling for help."

"Your kindness knows no bounds," Joshua deadpanned.

As they sipped their drinks, the conversation flowed as easily as it had in the laundromat. They discovered a shared love of terrible puns, a mutual disdain for people who talk in movie theaters, and a surprising amount of overlap in their taste in music.

"No way," Y/N said, her eyes wide. "You like The Microphones too? I thought I was the only person under 40 who'd heard of them!"

Joshua nodded enthusiastically. "They're amazing! 'The Glow Pt. 2' is one of my all-time favorite albums."

"Okay, that settles it," Y/N declared. "We're officially friends now. I don't make the rules."

Joshua felt a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with the coffee. "Friends, huh? Do I get a membership card or something?"

"Better," Y/N grinned. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a slightly squashed packet of gum. With great ceremony, she extracted a piece and presented it to Joshua. "I hereby bestow upon you the Gum of Friendship. Guard it well."

Joshua accepted the gum with equal solemnity. "I shall treasure it always," he vowed, then promptly unwrapped it and popped it in his mouth.

Y/N gasped in mock horror. "The sacred Gum of Friendship! You've destroyed it!"

"I'm savoring our friendship," Joshua countered. "It's minty fresh."

They dissolved into laughter, earning curious looks from the other patrons. Joshua couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed this much. Being with Y/N was like being caught in the best kind of whirlwind - exhilarating, unpredictable, and utterly delightful.

As their laughter subsided, Y/N glanced at her watch and yelped. "Oh shoot, our laundry! We've been here for almost an hour!"

They hurried back to the laundromat, half-expecting to find their clothes strewn across the floor or absconded with by the mythical Sock Gnomes. But everything was just as they'd left it, their machines humming away peacefully.

"Crisis averted," Y/N sighed dramatically. "Though I have to say, part of me was looking forward to staging a daring rescue mission for our captured clothes."

Joshua grinned. "Maybe next time. I'll bring my laundry-themed superhero costume."

"Oh? And what would that look like?" Y/N asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Well, obviously a cape made of dryer sheets," Joshua began, warming to the ridiculous idea. "A utility belt stocked with stain removers for every occasion. Oh, and a mask that looks like one of those mesh laundry bags."

Y/N nodded approvingly. "Don't forget the catchphrase. Every good superhero needs a catchphrase."

"How about... 'It's time to clean up this mess!'" Joshua suggested, lowering his voice to a gravelly superhero register.

Y/N burst out laughing. "Perfect! Watch out, evil-doers. The Laundry Avenger is here to take you to the cleaners!"

As they continued to riff on increasingly absurd laundry-themed superhero ideas, Joshua marveled at how comfortable he felt. Usually, prolonged social interaction left him drained, but with Y/N, he felt energized, like he could keep talking for hours.

All too soon, their laundry was done, and they found themselves standing outside Suds & Bubbles, clean clothes in hand.

"Well," Y/N said, shifting her laundry bag to her other shoulder, "this was fun. Who knew doing laundry could be such an adventure?"

Joshua nodded, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. He didn't want this to end. "Yeah, it was great. Maybe we could, uh..." He trailed off, suddenly unsure.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

Joshua took a deep breath. It was now or never. "Maybe we could do this again sometime? The laundry thing, I mean. And the coffee. Or, you know, just hanging out. If you want."

Y/N's face broke into a wide grin. "Joshua Hong, are you asking me on a laundry date?"

"Maybe?" Joshua said, then, gathering his courage, "Yes. Yes, I am."

"Well, in that case," Y/N said, pretending to consider it seriously, "I suppose I could pencil you in for my next laundry day. Someone's got to make sure you don't fall victim to the Sock Gnomes, after all."

Joshua felt like his heart might burst. "It's a date. A laundry date."

As they parted ways, Joshua couldn't keep the grin off his face. He'd done it. He'd successfully engineered an "accidental" meeting, and even better, he'd secured another one.

Operation Laundry Love, he decided, was a resounding success.

Little did he know, Y/N was walking away with a similar grin on her face, thinking to herself, "I wonder if he realizes I don't usually do my laundry on Saturdays?"

But that, as they say, is a story for another load of laundry.

-

The next few weeks passed in a blur of laundry detergent, coffee dates, and increasingly elaborate excuses for Joshua's constant presence at Suds & Bubbles. He had become something of a legend among the regular patrons, who watched his blossoming relationship with Y/N with the rapt attention usually reserved for soap operas.

"What's the crisis this week, son?" Mr. Jenkins, the elderly man who had first caught onto Joshua's scheme, asked one Saturday.

Joshua, who had just arrived and was scanning the laundromat for any sign of Y/N, startled at the question. "Oh, uh... paint," he said, grabbing wildly at the first excuse that came to mind. "Lots of paint. Everywhere. I'm thinking of taking up abstract expressionism."

Mr. Jenkins nodded sagely. "Ah, yes. A noble pursuit. Though I must say, your clothes look remarkably clean for someone covered in paint."

Joshua glanced down at his spotless jeans and t-shirt, realizing his mistake too late. "I... changed before coming here?"

"Of course, of course," Mr. Jenkins said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "And I'm sure it has nothing to do with the charming young lady you've been meeting here every week."

Before Joshua could stammer out a response, the bell above the door chimed. He turned, his heart doing its now-familiar leap as Y/N walked in.

She was wearing a sundress today, her hair for once free of its usual chaotic bun and falling in waves around her shoulders. Joshua felt his breath catch in his throat.

Y/N spotted him and grinned, making her way over. "Well, if it isn't my favorite laundry buddy," she said. "What's the disaster today? Attacked by a rogue sprinkler system? Fell into a vat of maple syrup?"

Joshua, still a bit dazed by her appearance, blurted out, "Paint."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Paint?"

"Uh, yeah," Joshua said, committing to the lie. "I'm taking up abstract expressionism."

Y/N's eyes lit up with mischief. "Oh really? And here I thought you were more of a performance art kind of guy. You know, the kind where you keep showing up at a laundromat week after week, pretending to have laundry emergencies."

Joshua felt his face heat up. "I... what? No, I just... I mean..."

Y/N laughed, the sound bright and clear in the humming atmosphere of the laundromat. "Relax, Joshua. I'm just teasing. Though I have to admit, I am curious about this sudden interest in art. Care to elaborate while we wait for our clothes to wash?"

Still a bit flustered, Joshua nodded. As they loaded their machines (Joshua had actually brought laundry this time, having run out of clean clothes due to his frequent "emergencies"), he found himself spinning an increasingly complex tale about his newfound passion for abstract art.

"So there I was," he said, warming to his theme, "staring at this blank canvas, when suddenly I was struck by inspiration. I grabbed the nearest paint can and just... let loose."

Y/N nodded solemnly. "As one does. And the paint just happened to get all over your clothes in the process?"

"Exactly!" Joshua said, relieved that she seemed to be buying it. "You know how it is with artistic passion. Sometimes you just can't contain it."

"Mm-hmm," Y/N hummed, her eyes sparkling with barely contained laughter. "And what, pray tell, was the subject of this masterpiece?"

Joshua, who knew about as much about art as he did about deep-sea fishing, panicked. "It was... a commentary on the existential dread of modern laundry practices?"

There was a beat of silence, and then Y/N burst out laughing. "Oh my god," she wheezed, clutching her sides. "That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, and I love it. Please tell me you're going to display this masterpiece in a gallery. I would pay good money to see a painting about the existential dread of laundry."

Joshua, realizing he'd been caught out, couldn't help but join in her laughter. "Alright, alright," he admitted once they'd both calmed down a bit. "I may have exaggerated the paint situation a tiny bit."

"A tiny bit?" Y/N asked, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. "Joshua Hong, I do believe you've been telling me tall tales. I'm shocked. Shocked and appalled."

"Would it help if I said I was inspired by your artistic influence?" Joshua offered, grinning.

Y/N pretended to consider this. "Hmm, flattery will get you everywhere. But I think you owe me a coffee for this blatant deception. And maybe a painting about laundry-based existential dread."

"Deal," Joshua said, relieved that she seemed more amused than annoyed by his fib. "Though I warn you, my artistic skills are limited to stick figures and the occasional smiley face."

"Perfect," Y/N declared. "I expect nothing less than a masterpiece of stick figure angst surrounded by washing machines. You have one week to deliver, Mr. Hong."

As they made their way to what had become their usual table at the coffee shop next door, Joshua marveled at how comfortable he felt with Y/N. The nervousness that had plagued him during their first few meetings had given way to an easy camaraderie, punctuated by their shared love of terrible jokes and pop culture references.

"So," Y/N said once they were settled with their drinks (a simple latte for Joshua, and something that seemed to consist mostly of whipped cream and caramel for Y/N), "now that we've established your budding career as an abstract expressionist, what's really been going on with you this week?"

Joshua, caught off guard by the sincere question, found himself answering honestly. "Oh, you know, the usual. Work's been pretty hectic. We're launching a new software update next month, so everyone's been pulling long hours."

Y/N nodded sympathetically. "Sounds stressful. Is that why you've been coming to the laundromat so often? Blowing off steam by cleaning your clothes?"

There was something in her tone, a hint of... what? Hope? Curiosity? Joshua couldn't quite place it, but it made his heart rate pick up.

"Well, that's part of it," he admitted, deciding to take a risk. "But mostly... I've been hoping to run into you."

Y/N's eyes widened slightly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "Oh," she said softly. Then, a smile spreading across her face, "You know, you could have just asked for my number. It would have saved you a fortune in quarters."

Joshua groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I know, I know. I just... I wasn't sure if you'd want to hang out outside of our laundry days. And then it became this whole thing, and I didn't know how to bring it up without sounding like a complete weirdo."

Y/N reached across the table, gently pulling his hands away from his face. "Joshua," she said, her voice warm with affection, "you are a complete weirdo. But you're my kind of weirdo."

Joshua felt a surge of warmth in his chest. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Y/N confirmed. "Now, are you going to ask for my number like a normal person, or do I need to write it on a dryer sheet and hide it in your laundry?"

Laughing, Joshua pulled out his phone. As they exchanged numbers, he felt as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. No more elaborate excuses, no more anxiously waiting at the laundromat hoping Y/N would show up.

"So," he said once their numbers were safely stored in each other's phones, "now that we've entered the digital age, what do you want to do for our next non-laundry related hangout?"

Y/N's eyes lit up. "Oh, I have the perfect idea! There's this new escape room place that just opened up downtown. The theme is... wait for it... a haunted laundromat!"

Joshua blinked. "You're kidding."

"Nope!" Y/N said, grinning. "It's called 'Spin Cycle of Terror.' Apparently, you have to solve puzzles related to missing socks, detergent bottle clues, and a vengeful dryer spirit. It's supposed to be hilariously bad."

"That sounds absolutely terrible," Joshua said. Then, unable to keep the smile off his face, "When do we go?"

Y/N clapped her hands in excitement. "I knew you'd be up for it! How about next Saturday? Unless you have another painting emergency, of course."

"I think I can clear my schedule," Joshua said dryly. "Though I may need to stock up on laundry-themed good luck charms. You never know when a vengeful dryer spirit might strike."

As they continued to chat, making plans for their upcoming escape room adventure, Joshua found himself marveling at the turn his life had taken. A month ago, he would never have imagined himself looking forward to a cheesy haunted laundromat experience. But with Y/N, even the most ridiculous activities seemed like the best way to spend an evening.

The week leading up to their escape room date (and Joshua's heart did a little flip every time he thought of it as a date) passed in a flurry of text messages. Y/N, it turned out, was a prolific texter, sending Joshua everything from random song lyrics to photos of particularly interesting clouds to long, rambling messages about her day.

Joshua, who had never been much for texting, found himself eagerly checking his phone at every opportunity, just in case Y/N had sent something new.

"Dude, what's got you so smiley?" his coworker, Hoshi's, asked one day after catching Joshua grinning at his phone for the third time in an hour.

"Oh, uh, nothing," Joshua said, hastily putting his phone away. "Just... a funny meme."

Hoshi's raised an eyebrow. "A funny meme that's been making you check your phone every five minutes for the past week? Come on, spill. You've met someone, haven't you?"

Joshua felt his face heat up. "Maybe," he admitted.

Hoshi's whooped, drawing curious glances from their other coworkers. "I knew it! Our little Joshua is all grown up and in love. So, who's the lucky lady? Or gentleman? Or non-binary individual?"

"Her name is Y/N," Joshua said, unable to keep the smile off his face. "We met at the laundromat."

Hoshi's's eyebrows shot up. "The laundromat? Seriously? Man, and here I thought all those cheesy rom-coms were lying to us. Good for you, buddy. When do we get to meet her?"

The question caught Joshua off guard. He and Y/N had been in their own little bubble for the past few weeks, but the idea of introducing her to his friends and coworkers made everything feel suddenly more real.

"I... don't know," he admitted. "We're still figuring things out."

Hoshi's nodded understandingly. "No pressure, man. Just know that when you're ready, we're all dying to meet the girl who's got you checking your phone like a lovesick teenager."

As Saturday approached, Joshua found himself growing increasingly nervous. This would be their first real date outside of the laundromat and coffee shop. What if things were awkward? What if the easy rapport they'd developed over shared loads of laundry didn't translate to other settings?

By the time Saturday evening rolled around, Joshua was a bundle of nerves. He changed his outfit three times before settling on a simple button-down shirt and jeans, then spent an inordinate amount of time trying to get his hair to cooperate.

"It's just Y/N," he told his reflection, trying to calm his racing heart. "You've seen her elbow-deep in dirty laundry. This is no big deal."

But as he arrived at the address Y/N had sent him, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was, in fact, a very big deal.

The escape room place was tucked between a trendy vegan restaurant and a vintage clothing store. A neon sign proclaimed "Spin Cycle of Terror" in lurid pink letters, complete with a cartoon ghost emerging from a washing machine.

Joshua was so busy staring at the sign, wondering what he'd gotten himself into, that he didn't notice Y/N approaching until she was right beside him.

"Pretty epic, right?" she said, making him jump.

"Y/N! Hi! You... you look great," Joshua stammered, taking in her appearance. She was wearing a dress patterned with tiny washing machines and bubbles, her hair pulled back in a messy bun with what appeared to be a clothespin.

Y/N did a little twirl. "You like? I figured if we're going to face a vengeful dryer spirit, we might as well dress the part."

Joshua laughed, feeling some of his nervousness dissipate. "It's perfect. I feel underdressed now. I should have at least worn a shirt with a sock pattern or something."

"Next time," Y/N said with a wink. "Now come on, we've got some laundry-based puzzles to solve!"

As they entered the escape room, Joshua was hit with a wave of artificial lavender scent. The room was set up to look like the world's most over-the-top laundromat, complete with washing machines that seemed to be made entirely of glitter and dryers that emitted an ominous red glow.

"Welcome to the Spin Cycle of Terror," a bored-looking employee droned, clearly having repeated this speech many times. "You have one hour to solve the mystery of the missing socks and appease the vengeful spirit of Agatha Cleanpress, the laundromat's former owner. Failure to do so will result in you being cursed to fold fitted sheets for all eternity."

"Jokes on them," Y/N whispered to Joshua. "I already can't fold fitted sheets."

Joshua snorted, earning a glare from the employee.

"Your time starts... now," the employee said, hitting a button that started a comically large timer on the wall.

What followed was an hour of the most ridiculous, pun-filled, laundry-themed puzzle-solving Joshua had ever experienced. They deciphered clues hidden in detergent bottles, played a memory game with different types of stains, and even had to perform what the instructions called a "sock puppet séance" to communicate with Agatha's spirit.

Throughout it all, Joshua found himself laughing more than he had in years. Y/N attacked each puzzle with enthusiasm, her running commentary on the increasingly absurd challenges keeping Joshua in stitches.

"Oh come on," she exclaimed at one point, elbow-deep in a bin of mismatched socks. "How is this even a puzzle? This is just my normal laundry experience!"

As the final seconds ticked down, they found themselves facing the last challenge: a riddle that would supposedly reveal the location of Agatha's missing lucky sock and put her spirit to rest.

"I am not alive, but I grow; I don't have lungs, but I need air; I don't have a mouth, but water kills me. What am I?" Y/N read aloud.

They looked at each other, momentarily stumped.

"Not alive but grows... needs air... water kills it," Joshua muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Y/N's eyes suddenly lit up. "Fire!" she exclaimed. "It's fire!"

They looked around frantically, spotting a cardboard fireplace in the corner that they had dismissed earlier as mere set dressing.

Racing over, they found a hidden compartment containing a single, sparkly sock.

"We did it!" Y/N cheered, just as the timer buzzed.

The room was suddenly filled with the sound of canned applause, and a holographic image of a ghostly old woman appeared.

"Congratulations," the 'ghost' said in a voice that sounded suspiciously like the bored employee who had greeted them. "You have solved the mystery and found my lucky sock. You are now free from the curse of eternal fitted sheet folding. Please exit through the gift shop."

As they emerged from the escape room, still high on their victory, Joshua felt a surge of affection for Y/N. Her hair had come partly loose from its bun, her cheeks were flushed with excitement, and she was clutching the sparkly sock they'd been allowed to keep as a souvenir.

"That," Y/N declared, "was the most ridiculously awesome thing I've ever done."

"It really was," Joshua agreed, still grinning. He hesitated for a moment, then added, "You know, I never thought I'd have this much fun pretending to be cursed by a laundromat ghost."

Y/N bumped her shoulder against his playfully. "See? This is why you need me in your life. To introduce you to the wonderful world of laundry-based entertainment."

As they walked out onto the street, the cool evening air a refreshing change from the lavender-scented escape room, Joshua felt a surge of courage.

"Hey," he said, his heart racing, "do you want to grab some dinner? I mean, if you're not sick of me after an hour of sock sorting and ghost appeasing."

Y/N's face lit up. "Are you kidding? After all that excitement, I'm starving. Plus, I think we need to celebrate our victory over Agatha Cleanpress. Any ideas?"

Joshua thought for a moment, then grinned. "Actually, I know just the place. How do you feel about continuing our laundry theme?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Color me curious, Mr. Hong. Lead the way!"

Twenty minutes later, they found themselves standing in front of a small, quirky restaurant called "The Soap Suds Café."

"No way," Y/N breathed, taking in the washing machine-shaped menu boards and the waitstaff dressed in what appeared to be high-fashion interpretations of laundromat uniforms. "This is amazing. How did you even know about this place?"

Joshua rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling a bit sheepish. "I, uh, may have done some research on laundry-themed attractions in the area. You know, just in case."

Y/N turned to him, her eyes sparkling with amusement and something else... was that fondness? "Joshua Hong, you continue to surprise me. And here I thought I was the queen of ridiculous themed experiences."

As they were led to their table - a booth made to look like the inside of a front-loading washing machine - Joshua felt a warm glow of satisfaction. He'd managed to impress Y/N, to make her smile that radiant smile that never failed to make his heart skip a beat.

The menu, as it turned out, was just as themed as the decor. Appetizers were listed under "Pre-Wash Cycle," main courses under "Heavy Duty Wash," and desserts under "Fluff and Fold."

"I can't believe this place exists," Y/N said, giggling as she perused the menu. "Oh my god, they have a cocktail called 'Fabric Softener.' I don't know whether to be impressed or terrified."

"Why not both?" Joshua suggested. "I'm leaning towards the 'Spin Cycle Spritzer' myself."

As they ordered their meals (Y/N chose the "Delicate Wash Delight," a surprisingly elegant salad, while Joshua went for the "Heavy Duty Burger"), they fell into easy conversation, recounting their favorite moments from the escape room.

"I still can't believe you managed to untangle that giant knot of sheets so quickly," Y/N said, shaking her head in admiration. "If laundry folding was an Olympic sport, you'd definitely take the gold."

Joshua felt his cheeks warm at the praise. "Well, I had a pretty great partner. Your sock puppet séance was a thing of beauty. I think you might have missed your calling as a laundry medium."

Y/N struck a dramatic pose. "What can I say? The spirits of lost socks speak to me. It's both a gift and a curse."

As their food arrived (served on plates designed to look like old-fashioned washboards), Joshua found himself marveling at how comfortable he felt. Here he was, in a ridiculous laundry-themed restaurant, with a woman he'd met only a few weeks ago, and yet it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"You know," Y/N said, pausing in her attack on her salad, "I have a confession to make."

Joshua felt a flutter of nervousness in his stomach. "Oh?"

Y/N nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I don't actually do my laundry every Saturday."

Joshua blinked, processing this information. "You... don't?"

"Nope," Y/N said, popping the 'p'. "I usually do it on Sundays. But after we met that first time, I started coming on Saturdays. You know, just in case a certain software developer with a penchant for laundry emergencies happened to show up."

Joshua felt his jaw drop. "You mean... all this time..."

Y/N grinned. "Yep. Looks like we were both playing the 'accidental' meeting game. Although I have to say, your excuses were way more creative than mine. I just pretended to have a very messy lifestyle."

For a moment, Joshua was speechless. Then, he burst out laughing. "I can't believe it," he managed between chuckles. "Here I was, thinking I was being so clever."

Y/N joined in his laughter. "Hey, you were! I was impressed by your dedication. The paint excuse was particularly inspired."

As their laughter subsided, Joshua felt a wave of affection wash over him. "You know," he said softly, "you could have just asked for my number too."

Y/N's smile turned a bit shy. "I know. But where's the fun in that? Besides, I kind of liked our laundry day meetups. They were... special."

Joshua nodded, understanding completely. There was something magical about those Saturdays, something that might have been lost if they'd rushed into regular dating too quickly.

"Well," he said, raising his 'Spin Cycle Spritzer', "here's to laundry emergencies, escape rooms, and ridiculously themed restaurants."

Y/N clinked her 'Fabric Softener' against his glass. "And to new beginnings that smell like lavender detergent."

As they continued their meal, the conversation flowed easily from topic to topic. They discovered a shared love of obscure indie bands, debated the merits of various streaming services, and somehow ended up in a heated but good-natured argument about the best way to organize a bookshelf.

"I'm telling you," Y/N insisted, gesturing with a forkful of salad, "organizing by color is the way to go. It's aesthetically pleasing and makes your bookshelf look like a rainbow!"

Joshua shook his head, grinning. "But how do you find anything? What if you can't remember what color the book cover is?"

"That's half the fun!" Y/N exclaimed. "It's like a treasure hunt every time you want to read something."

As Joshua opened his mouth to retort, he was struck by a sudden realization. He could see himself having this exact debate years from now, in a shared apartment, surrounded by a mix of his meticulously organized books and Y/N's color-coded chaos. The thought should have terrified him - Joshua had always been cautious about relationships, preferring the safety of his orderly life. But instead, he felt a warm glow of contentment.

"Earth to Joshua," Y/N's voice broke through his reverie. "You okay there? You looked like you were a million miles away."

Joshua blinked, focusing back on Y/N's concerned face. "Sorry, I just... I was thinking about how much I'm enjoying this. Being here, with you."

Y/N's expression softened. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Joshua confirmed. Then, gathering his courage, he reached across the table and took her hand. "I really like you, Y/N. And not just because you make laundry day the highlight of my week."

Y/N turned her hand in his, interlacing their fingers. "I really like you too, Joshua. Even if you do have terrible ideas about bookshelf organization."

They shared a laugh, the tension of the moment breaking into something warm and comfortable.

As they finished their meal and stepped out into the cool night air, Joshua felt a sense of possibility that he hadn't experienced in years. Whatever this thing was between him and Y/N, wherever it might lead, he knew one thing for certain: his life would never be the same.

"So," Y/N said as they walked, their hands still linked, "same time next week at the laundromat?"

Joshua pretended to consider this. "I don't know, I might be busy. You know, with all my abstract expressionist paintings and laundry emergencies."

Y/N nudged him playfully. "Come on, I'll even let you borrow my lucky sock."

"Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse?" Joshua said, grinning. Then, more seriously, "Although, maybe we could meet somewhere that doesn't involve washing machines next time? Not that I don't love our laundry adventures, but..."

"But it might be nice to see each other in a setting that doesn't smell like fabric softener?" Y/N finished for him.

"Exactly."

Y/N nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I'd like that. Although I have to warn you, I may not be as charming without the backdrop of spin cycles and dryer sheets."

Joshua squeezed her hand gently. "Somehow, I doubt that."

As they reached the corner where they would have to part ways, Joshua felt a reluctance to let the evening end. "So, um, I'll text you? About our next non-laundry related hangout?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes twinkling. "You better. And who knows? If you play your cards right, I might even show you my color-coded bookshelf someday."

"I look forward to it," Joshua said, meaning it more than he'd ever meant anything in his life.

They stood there for a moment, neither wanting to be the first to say goodbye. Then, in a move that surprised even himself, Joshua leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Y/N's cheek.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he said softly as he pulled back, his heart racing.

Y/N's cheeks were flushed, but she was smiling wider than ever. "Goodnight, Joshua. Thanks for a wonderful evening."

As Joshua watched Y/N walk away, he touched his lips, still feeling the warmth of her cheek against them. He had come a long way from the man who had walked into Suds & Bubbles a few weeks ago, his life as orderly and predictable as his laundry routine.

Now, as he made his way home, Joshua felt as though his world had been turned upside down in the best possible way. His thoughts were a whirlwind of escape rooms and laundry puns, of shared laughter and intertwined fingers.

One thing was certain: Joshua Hong was falling, and falling hard. And for once in his life, he was perfectly happy to let the cycle run its course.

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Rhaenys Targaryen Smut Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Flushed but flirty, doesn’t mind a bit of pillow talk after. She’ll have a bath made ready for you if you want one.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner��s)

Your thighs. She loves to spread them open nice and slow.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

It’s by no means a requirement, but if you wanted to wear something that showed others that you belonged to her, she wouldn’t be opposed to such an idea.

D = Dominant (who is in control? are they a top or bottom?)

Whether top or bottom Rhaenys is always the one in control.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She knows what she’s doing. While she likes to keep a little mystery to her past experience, it’s easy to tell she’s had some history with the way she so easily adapts to what you like.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Either or, really. She’s perfectly content making love, but if you want to get a little rougher, she can work with that as well.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s often more serious, but catch her off guard and a little bit of playfulness might seep through that stoic exterior.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

Fealty. While she’s long ago given up the idea that she may be Queen, the thought of such devotion and service from you does still get her going.

I = Insatiable (how do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)

Barring anything of major importance for her to tend to, she will just drop everything, tell you she wants you and then just fucking have you (if you’re agreeable, of course).

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Though she doesn’t indulge as often as she once did, she finds no shame in a bit of self pleasure, and she loves it if you get turned on while watching her.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

It’s not a big thing for her, but she can be into some light impact play, with you on the receiving end. Praise and punishment in general tends to do it for her, as long as it doesn’t get too out of hand.

L = Location (favorite places to have sex)

Anywhere she feels remarkably sure she can get away with it. She does tend to prefer the assured privacy of her own quarters, but she can make do elsewhere should the mood strike.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

Though she doesn’t consider herself to be a vain woman, the way you tell her how beautiful she is as you trail kisses down her body never fails to warm her up and get her wet.

N = Naked (how do they undress? do they like to watch you undress?)

She likes you to help her undress and she does like to watch you as well. Bonus points if you’re shy, but willing to do it since it’s for her. Words of encouragement and praise will surely be heaped upon you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She actually prefers to give, and she’s really quite gifted at it. She has this one trick with her tongue that you can’t ever quite figure out how she pulls off, but it always blows your mind.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It’s a mixed bag. She’ll change up the pace on you just to keep you on the edge a bit longer. It’s wicked, but she loves it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She’s fine with them, even likes them on occasion, but it’s not her preference.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She’ll definitely experiment and risk is fine with her to an extent as well. If there’s something you’re dying to try, bring it up and she’ll usually go for it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sometimes just one, but two or three rounds are not unheard of with her.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

Not so much. She has done in the past, but they aren’t something she seeks out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She loves to tease. Wouldn’t be a complete experience without it as far as she’s concerned. And she does love to hear you beg.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s not extremely loud, unless you want her to be. But she’s certainly not silent, either. She’ll let out long moans or repeat your name on her lips until you’ve made her come.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

As long as she deems necessary. She’s not going to jump into bed with you if you’re not ready, but she’s not going to hold off if you are.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Rhaenys is a beautiful woman who takes great care of her body. You even like to tease her that she’s no mere princess but a goddess.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderate to high, depending. She enjoys sex, but it’s not an innate need for her like it seems to be for some.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Generally she likes to stay awake with you and cuddle or talk for a bit. She’s not a fan of just turning over and going right to sleep afterwards.

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please do the NSFW alphabet for Angel

Hahahaha hell yeahh. btw I'm using the same "template" as @thelonelyshore-if did, dunno if there's any other floating around...

A - Aftercare: He's just gonna start yapping idk. "Soooo how was I? Omg, you made such a weird noise tho, but don't worry, don't worry, it was cute..."

B - Body part: about himself, nothing really. He just doesn't pay that much attention to himself. Also has no preference when it comes to his partner. He prefers the overall picture, doesn't discriminate between any limbs in particular...

C - Cum: Don't... don't cum on him... Or well, his belly or his lower back is okay, it just happens, but don't cover him in it. He doesn't rly love that.

D - Dirty Secret: He's an open book. Whether you want him to be or not. He has nooo "inside thoughts". Or, you know, just thoughts in general (jk I love him I love him)

E - Experience: Angel has an average amount of experience. The odd hookup here and there. Nothing crazy.

F - Favorite position: Doggy, he doesn't care who's on top. Also, he loves being ridden.

G - Goofy (whether they're more serious or playful in the moment): Definitely goofy af.

H - Hair (how well groomed): He doesn't really shave anywhere.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? romantically): pretty chill and playful. But also kind of needy, depending on the situation.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): He jacks off a lot, actually. Sometimes just because he's bored. That can actually be a hindrance during sex bc he might be too used to his own death grip to come everytime.

K - Kinks: he likes public stuff, risk of getting caught and causing a scandal and so on. Also, he's down for anything MC might wanna try.

L - Location (fav places): anything public that's not super gross. A gas station bathroom won't do.

M - Motivation (what turns them on): Skill. Seeing someone do sth they're really good at makes him want them carnally. You see how that would work out with the MC.

N - No (sth they won't do): eat cum

O - Oral: He prefers being on the receiving end, though he can have lots of fun giving, too, as long as it doesn't end with the partner coming in his mouth. He's not half bad at it either.

P - Pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?): fast, but only slightly rough.

Q - Quickie: He's down. Anytime

R - Risks (are they game to experiment?): Absolutely.

S - Stamina (how long do they last?): he can last very long actually, especially given how he doesn't always cums. Once he does tho, it's over.

T - Toys (does he have any? how does he use them?): No toys, only death grip.

U - Unfair (how much does he like to tease?): depends on his mood. If he's feeling particularly sassy, sure, but mostly it isn't really his thing. Unless you count his general playfulness as teasing

V - Volume (how loud he is, what sounds he makes): he can be silent when it's required, but he enjoys giving words of affirmation and just moaning and stuff while it happens. So more often than not, he's pretty loud.

W - Wild Card (a random headcanon): can't think of any

X - X-ray (what's under his clothes?): nothing of note, really. He's really pretty average, but he doesn't really mind. Most of the time, he doesn't think about his body, but he has no illusions either. He's got a lot of hair and acne on his back that he hates. (It's bad enough on his face...)

Y - Yearning (how high is his sex drive?): pretty high, actually, if you count his masturbation habits.

Z - Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards): not so fast. You have to listen to his full review of your performance first.

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Can we get a Charon nsfw alphabet? 🥺 please for the holidays?

Charon NSFW Alphabet

➼ Word Count » 1.0k ➼ Warnings » Size Kink, Marking, MDNI ➼ Genre » NSFW, Romantic

A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Charon isn't the greatest at aftercare, but he certainly tries. He'll carry you off the bed, place you in the nearest bath (or general water source), and wash you. He doesn't speak, just silently does his best to take care of you as you lean back in his arms.

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes the way your eyes stare up at him when he's on top of you. There's something about the sheer amount of trust they hold that turns him on.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to cum inside of you (he's sterile after all), although he does sometimes worry about the amount of radiation you'd contract when he does so.

D - Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He gets off on the idea of you squirming underneath him and loves the thought of keeping you trapped.

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's only ever slept with a few others before you, but he's got enough experience to feel confident in what he's doing.

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Charon likes being on top of you. He loves seeing how much smaller you are compared to him and how easily it would be for him to crush you under his weight.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

No, he's always serious. Humor is dumb, especially in the bedroom.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

There are a few bits of red hair down there, but most of it's gone due to the radiation.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's quiet, maybe whispering a few terms of endearment into your ear, but that's it. He likes to keep these moments as intimate as possible, meaning he'd rather not let anyone else hear your whimpers.

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates every once in a while if you're busy, but otherwise, he'll grab you by the back of your shirt and yank you a bit to let you know.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a size kink but that's the farthest it goes. He's fairly vanilla, however, if you ever wanted to suggest anything he'd gladly oblige.

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere that he can lock the door. He refuses to let anyone walk in on you, and if they did, he'd contemplate shooting them.

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you be all sweet and polite. It makes him want to take your face in between his fingers and stare down into those lovely eyes of yours. You're so much more different than the others who've held his contract before and he finds the change so... thrilling.

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There's nothing he wouldn't do. You give him the word and he'll go through with it.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Charon prefers to go down on you, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't adore the way your eyes looked up at him when you sucked him off.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes to go rougher. If you're not covered in tears and sweat, then he didn't do it right.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't really like them. He feels as if they're too much of a bother to actually go through with and would much rather just wait till you both have time.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As long as it's something you want. He'd never experiment with anything that would cause you permanent harm like radiation or any type of scarring.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

4-5. Charon's a pretty bulky guy and has a ton of endurance. He'll go for as long as you need him too.

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own any and would prefer not to use any at all. He can give you everything a toy can and would like to keep it that way.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sometimes, but he normally prefers to just get straight to the point. He's a service dom and loves pleasing you the fastest way he can.

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Besides the occasional grunt, he's not very loud.

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Although he prefers to keep sex disclosed, he loves leaving a trail of hickeys along your neck for good measure. It helps to ward off other men and gives him a slight feeling of pride in what he's done.

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

5 inches long and really thick.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's fairly average, he gets horny about 2-3 times a week, but that's all.

Z -Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Charon doesn't like falling asleep after, opting to clean you off and watch over you while you rest. He likes it better that way.

[sugar-coat-it]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*500 followers event!*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

HIIII I'm doing a little event tysm for 500 I am giggling and kicking my feet rn

I'm going to be doing an SFW/NSFW alphabet thing, so feel free to request a couple letters!!! Please specify which Matty it's for and if it's for the SFW or NSFW letter. Feel free to mix them up too you can do both <3 (everything under the cut)

Love u lots

-Belle <3 <3 <3

SFW

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

O = Open  (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say  everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Q = Quizzes  (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little  detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

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NSFW

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

[eri-pl]

Tengwar <3

It's the best thing Feanor made. Seriously. Nobody will murder you for using Tengwar. Nobody will hack your brain when you use Tengwar in the wrong moment. (The lamps are ok, but kinda meh, Tengwar is better)

Did you know, just did you know, that every consonant has a name, and the name is a noun, and some are really cool (and foreshadowing)? (chart and translations below the cut)

So, if you want a chart, here is a chart. And the names are (I don't have diacritics, so I just double the long vowels) (Quenya mode, with some historical notes from LotR appendix and elvish.org):

"Normal stuff Feanor had on his desk" row:

T tinco - metal

P parma - book

K calma - lamp (like those Feanor made? Or... like those Aule made)

Q quesse - feather (birds are important!)

"Things that keep you trapped" row:

ND ando - gate (like... the Door of Night?)

MB umbar - doom (doesn't need a comment...)

NG anga - iron (also, used in sword names, even for non-iron swords)

NGW (in TA changed to NW) ungwe - spider's web (foreshadowingsight on Feanor's part? :) )

"Mountain things???" row

S suule - spirit or breath (Manwe Sulimo... king of winds and stuff...) | TH thuule - spirit or breath, but I'm a Feanorian, or at least I'm a linguistics geek and love the phonetic scheme (me! but otoh it sounds dumb :( ), or I love the Teleri and/or Sindar, who use it as th (Finarfin, iirc).

F formen - north

H (h before t) harma (voiceless velar fricative phonetically /x/... I think. the sources are confusing. In TA mostly softened into a breath h.) - treasure (my precious Silmarills...) | aha (later renamed, idk when) - rage (my Silmarils! and, even more importantly, my father!)

HW (like "wh" in "why" especially the fancy British way of saying it where it's actyally h-w, not w-h) hwesta - breeze

"We need to name a row after places of articulation" row

NT anto - mouth (couldn't you think of a better name? I get it's a place-of-articulation row, but i don't like it anyway)

MP ampa - hook

NC anca - jaw

NQ unque - hole

"Things that Melkor likes" row:

N nuumen - west (Numenor...)

M malta - gold

NG (by TA: N) noldo - Noldo, as in type of Elf. Yes, it was initially Ngoldo. I mean, initially initially it was a gnome, so...

NW nwalme - tornment

"I have no idea but vaguely positive-metaphysical?..." row

R (pre-consonant or end-of-the-word R | non-vibrating r, whatever this means. My bet is that it's "r" as in Japanese --- position like "r", movement like "d") oore - heart (or: rising. Guess whose name includes this component. funny that it's the same word as heart, especially given that heart is also defined as conscience here)

V vala - power (duh.)

Y (? it has some history) [there was a consonant here]anna - gift (totally not made into a sus word by now...)

W/V (Initially W, by TA changed to V) wilya - air / lower sky (funny how those two names are next to one another. )

"Really, I think Feanor ran out of ideas for coherent name sets" row

R (vibrating, typpical "rrr") romen - east (the same sound being written with "East" and with a word alternatively translating to "heart" or part of Melkor's name --- I love it! Why? See my recent post. I love that. Call it a coincidence, but I love it)

RD arda - realm

L lambe - speech

LD alda - tree (!)

Now we are not in regular rows, so, the extra letters:

S silme - starlight (or... metaphysically important light in general? because guess what word is connected to this one. Also, funny how it's just after "tree"). It's always S, never TH.

(nuquerma is just "flipped" or something I guess)

Z aaze - day / sunlight (in Noldorin changed to Z - aare) | SS esse (Numenor and later, because they did not use the "z" sound, I think) - name

HY (Numenor and later: H) hywarmen - south

I yanta - bridge

U uure - heat

(doesn't have a sound, in Sindarin it's A) osse - terror (I guess he isn't a very nice Maia?)

H (voiceless h: /h/ not /x/; in TA replaced by harmen) halla - tall | gasdil - stop

(short wovel carrier) telco - stem

(long carrier) aara - dawn

The Tengwa names after directions are also used as marks in the compass (like we use NSWE) And snarky comments aside, I love the schema and how the names connect into many interesting and often Silm-events-related patterns. I love how each (almost) row is named after a set of similar things.

I'm not an expert, and if I made some mistakes, I'll be grateful for corrections.

[elen-benfelen]

welsh remus guide pt.3

Third Lesson

Right then, lads. It’s alphabet time.

Often, when looking at Welsh place names, it can seem confusing and overwhelming for anyone who is unfamiliar with Welsh. Sometimes, the confusion comes from not realising that the names are in Welsh. 

Visually, we use the Latin alphabet and so it’s easy to make the assumption that the Welsh alphabet is exactly the same as the English. 

It is not, my dudes. 

To begin with, the following letters do not exist:

K, Q, V, X, Z

Secondly, these are the vowels:

A, E, I, O, U, W, Y 

(Occasionally H is also a vowel but I couldn’t tell you when or why??? I usually go off of vibes) 

Next, are the double letters. They count to us as single letters and each make a unique sound:

CH, DD, FF, NG, LL, PH, RH, TH

NG as in thiNG

PH as in PHil

FF as in Fun

RH as in RHiannon

TH as in THat

Now comes the uh, more complicated sounds. 

For those familiar with German words such as Nacht or the name Brecht, the Welsh CH is that same sound.

CH as in naCHt

DD is like a harder TH sound. It is NOT a D sound. 

LL sounds like hissing. I genuinely don’t know how else to explain this. It straight up does not exist in majority of languages but there are some out there with the same sound (sometimes shown with a different letter). 

To hear it and learn more here’s a better explanation.

This is a really fun video on the different accents but someone mentions the town Llanelli so it’s also a good example of the LL sound. 

And so in full we have:

A. B. C. CH. D. DD. E. F. FF. 

G. NG. H. I. J. L. LL. M. N. O. 

P. PH. R. RH. S. T. TH. U. W. Y. 

There’s no K because the C is always a hard C sound.

There’s no V because a single F is always a hard V sound. 

J is a modern addition to help us with new modern words we’ve loaned from English. Such as Joke becoming Jôc. 

G is always a hard guttural G sound. 

Despite misconceptions, Welsh is actually vowel heavy and we tend to stretch vowels. If a letter has a little roof on it, like “ô” or “ŵ” then it’s an extended/longer sound. 

This means, when speaking English, our vowels are more likely to be elongated. 

Similar to the “r” in Spanish, the Welsh “r” is rolled and therefore many will still roll their Rs when speaking English. 

For a reason I have yet to discover, despite H being perfectly clear and pronounced when speaking in Welsh, when we speak English, a lot of areas have a habit of dropping the H sound. 

“Here” becomes “Ere” or “Yere” 

I am guilty of this. Why do I do this? I genuinely can’t tell you. 

For the reasons above, the following words sound stupidly similar to each other:

Ear

Year

Here

Hear 

As with any language, understanding the basic sounds helps you understand the core of the accent. 

In terms of character dynamics, I would take note that the “CH” and “LL” sounds along with our supposed “lack of vowels” is usually what the language is mocked for. Usually by English folk but other folks, including non-Welsh speaking Welsh folks are perfectly guilty of this mocking. 

Fun fact: I didn’t realise W and Y weren’t vowels in the English language when I was a small child. So I really didn’t get why they thought there wasn’t any vowels in our place names. 

Another thing to note is that the Welsh language and accents are very up and down. It’s not usually flat or monotone. A lot of people also describe them as melodic. Sing-songy even.

Colourful alphabet video with BSL

Shorter alphabet video 

Note: I am not the collective consciousness of every Welsh person. My experience is not universal - especially when it comes to North Walian things. This is just meant to serve as a general guide. Hope this helps and good luck with your writing!

pt.4

[yuk-tepat]

Proto-Swiric

More work on Proto-Swiric, the protolanguage of the Swira and their language family, Macro-Swiric.

The Swira mentioned before here occasionally, are nomadic herder "barbarians" living north of Tepat.

In order to develop them more, the protolanguage had to be developed more, and because I didn't do that first, it requires changes to the Swira language. For a very general view, see this skeleton history of the Swira in flowchart form. Also, more examples of them here: https://www.tumblr.com/yuk-tepat/tagged/swira.

The language family ranges over a large part of northern Tiptum (the continent on which Tepat is). (The yellow part of this (old) map: https://www.tumblr.com/yuk-tepat/123295676038/linguistic-map-of-tiptum-at-the-height-of-the)

Anyway, about the protolanguage:

The speakers lived at or near the junction of the Eastern Cordillera and the interior plains, and perhaps spanned across it. They were nomadic, at least some of them migrating seasonally between mountains and plains - similar to many of their descendants. But at this point, herding had not been adopted; that would come later, and so many words for things like horses, riding, etc. cannot be reconstructed this far back, only to subfamilies. Instead, they hunted, including some large grazers that are now extinct.

Consonants:

Fortis: p t k kʷ q qʷ ʔ

Lenis: b d g gʷ (q qʷ ʔ)*

Fricative: s x xʷ χ χʷ h

Nasal: m n ŋ ŋʷ

Approximant: l

Stops distinguish 'fortis' and 'lenis.' *Fortis/lenis distinction erased in q qʷ ʔ. Also, at the end of syllables. Alternation between them is forced in some environments; all stop clusters are Lenis-Fortis. Dorsal consonants can be front (velar) or back (uvular), and distinguish rounded or unrounded; Labials are always rounded, coronals and glottals are neutral.

Vowels:

Short: a i u ɯ ǝ

Long: e: o: (a:)

Seven, possibly 8, though some linguists reconstruct as few as three. /a/ alternates with schwa in some forms, less commonly /e o/ alternate with /i u/.

The vowels form a hierarchy from "strong"  to "weak" like so:

e, o > a > i u ɯ > ǝ

This is relevant for a number of processes, from stress to how morphemes combine. Stress usually falls on the strongest vowel in the stem. Strong vowels displace weaker vowels when they collide. Weaker vowels disappear or coalesce to form stronger vowels. Schwa is never stressed.

[supahgays]

"ride of a lifetime." ❤️ 

(Prints available on Etsy)

[bivht]

If Your First Name Has These Letters…

Prominent letters: check the first letter, second letter, first vowel, last letter, most frequently occurring type of letters

Note: you relate to these characteristics if TWO letters out of the prominent letters are of the same following group or if a certain type (3 groups) of letter has the highest ratio, does that make sense?

A, D, G, J, M, P, S, V, Y: honest, can be easily confused, seen as aggressive, difficulties comforting people, noticeable body proportions especially their biceps and ass 🔥 flaunt it!, can be seen as happy, selfish, can have difficulties finding people that truly understand or relate to them, expect too much of people, accidentally coming across as rude and standoffish, people thinking you’re not the friendliest, can give off happy vibes, having basic common sense, generally reliable

Prominent examples: Sarah, Mark, Maddie, Maddison, Gabby, Yana, Vanessa, Jamie

B, E, H, K, N, Q, T, W, Z: can get along with everyone, has no problems being friends with any gender, has a keen understanding of science, commerce, and mathematics, efficient because they always figure out a way to execute a task with the lowest energy required 💪, sooooo intelligent, their way with words and style are on point, creative thinkings, unconventional/abstract thinkers, quick to learn, a lack of these letters may mean bad at/slow to learn math or quite bad at simple mental maths especially addition/subtraction, can be unreliable, prone to being an initiator/victim of gossip

Prominent examples: Ben, Teagan, Henry, Bella, Bethany, Neo, Weasley

C, F, I, L, O, R, U, X: emotional intelligence, can easily convey emotions, very emotional, making people feel comfortable, people magnet, everyone getting along with you but you feel like you only get along with a handle of people, may have difficulties with academics, excellent at comforting people, high levels of empathy, interactive with their surroundings, knowing how to have a good time at a party, bad at lying, easy to be friends with, easy to stay friends with

Prominent examples: Olivia, Lola, Coco, Ruby, Chris, Xiao-, Fiona, Lily

[incognitonoggin]

have you ever done ticci toby headcanons?? :3 like nsfw alphabet of just general hcs?? cus i was wondering if you could do some hehe

Yes Anon you’re righttt!! 😭

TICCI TOBY NSFW ALPHABET

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

GN! READER

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After freakay time, he’d just lay around with you! But if you needed a towel or water, he would definitely understand and go fetch it for you

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Favorite body part of theirs? A bit typical, but his hands. Just because all of the things he’s capable of doing with them!

Favorite body part of yours? Doesn’t have one, he cherishes all of you <3

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Alright now this man is a freak. I bet he would smear it around to spell words/his name or something 😭 would definitely cum inside

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He steals your used underwear.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Toby is not experienced at all, unsurprisingly.

He’s probably seen a few porno flicks but… didn’t really do much for him

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary! He wants to see your face and your beauty ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Uhmm his awkwardness comes off as goofy, and sometimes he cracks a few sexual jokes, however he takes your actions pretty seriously?? I’d say in between.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t really care enough to shave, however if you asked him to, he would!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

AWW VERY ROMANTIC . Toby would want the best for you, and wouldn’t view your lovemaking as just

S E X

So yeah, he’d kiss your forehead during freakay time and make sure you know he cares a lot more than it seems

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Agh before meeting you he would like 3-4 times a week? But now he can just.. seek you out??? However he has things to do and can’t be around you 24/7, so maybe once or twice a week :3

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Toby would be into bondage!

But not too extreme, just tying you down with his clothes or handcuffs or something like that

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom, woods, kitchen, anywhere! But nothing beats the bedroom :)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hmm, stuff like scat or vomit?? He loves you a ton but 🤨

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Toba Boba would prefer receiving, however he would throw that aside to give! He’s a service dom i swear.

He is also quite good at giving, though he’s a bit unaware of it aha

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Whatever you ask for! But baselessly, he’s fast and only rough with how he touches you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

It is what it is, though he would prefer to spend more time with you / being more passionate about it

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Of course he’s fine with risking things and experimenting! It makes him happy that he’s able to do these things with the person he loves most aha

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends.. if he’s tired, 2-5

If he’s up and down, 5-8

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He personally doesn’t, but if you asked to use some on him or for him to use some on you, he’d do it :3

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

RAHHH he teases you with his words more than he does with his actions.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Tobys a groaner for sure, and he doesn’t care about being quiet so he’s loud on a scale of 7/10

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

In bed, he’d prefer to finger you, actually 😭 He thinks its hot because he’s deriving himself of the pleasure and kind of giving it all to you ( kind of like oral ?? )

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

5 inches soft, 7.3 inches hard 🤫

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

9.2/10, he would take you anywhere :3

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends if you do! If you fall asleep, he will cuddle you and sleep with you :)

Anon i love you for sending this in omg

[just-a-carrot]

nah bc orlam does have that shakespeare language. like he speaks in fluent reddit pseudo-intellectualism, I think. bro flips through the thesaurus with his feet when he texts iggy to find big words to use and the entire time he’s like “oh the hoes (iggy) are gonna LOOOOOOOOOVE this” (iggy does not know what half of the words mean)

anyways back to my 12 page MLA formatted essay as to why I think orlam is a reddit mod on at least 3 subreddits—

exhibit a.) fedora wearer

exhibit b.) uses big words when he really doesn’t need to

exhibit c.) not straight

exhibit d.) business major

exhibit e.) worked a dead end IT job at some point

exhibit f.) middle name “dagwud”. need I say more?

exhibit g.) lived at home with parents in college

exhibit h.) probably owns at least one samurai sword hanging in his room somewhere

exhibit i.) look at him.

exhibit j.) his playlist is literally called “the depths of my soul”. like okay bro hot topic is that way-

exhibit k.) he’s got the reddit mod phenotype.

exhibit l.) rat-like in stature

exhibit m.) questionable hair

exhibit n.) ginger (trust me on this one)

exhibit o.) looks like he would ask me if I take reddit karma as payment

exhibit p.) “as you can see here, genzou, I have made YOU the soyjak and ME the chad, so therefore I have WON this argument”

exhibit q.) blurry on whether or not he’d sell NFT’s (I’m sorry bro but I can’t trust business majors like that 😔😔😔)

exhibit r.) bro probably thinks his comebacks are the most intelligent thing the world has ever witnessed. he wonders why he isn’t famous by now. he’s so smart guys did you know he’s so smart-

exhibit s.) PRESIDENT OF ALPHA KAPPA PSI

exhibit t.) white dress shirt wearer. I know what you are

exhibit u.) has 100% said “very wholesome this is reddit gold worthy” at some point or something along those lines

exhibit v.) haha. nerd.

exhibit w.) creature feature listener I KNOW what you ARE

exhibit x.) homosexual situationship that destroyed him as a person and altered his brain chemistry for life. tbh same.

exhibit y.) probably got a yaoi folder he is not exempt from that because he’s in his mid-30’s

exhibit z.) reiterating my point: LOOK AT HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

although I will say he beats the “not showering” allegations bc I am so glad to know that he takes care of himself and is hygienic……he’s already better than most reddit mods. and the fact that he canonically pulls and Is Able To Woo People

I can't believe you actually went through the whole alphabet this is so intense 🤣

I have nothing to say besides bravo, this is a work of art LOL

this is probably true tho I do believe that of all of them, Orlam probably spends the most time online. I think he would love (and be good at) cultivating spaces and being a mod in general as he has no problem cracking down on ppl following the rules (and he loves being treated like a god lol). he yearns to hold the masses in his hands...

[lunarisverysilly]

Acht/Dedf1sh X GN!Reader Fluff Alphabet

Pretty green octopus... Also i used they/them pronouns because the octopus IS nonbinary :3

A - Affection(How Do They Show Affection/Love Language?)

They show their love through quality time and words of affirmations. They love being near you. You both could be doing completely different things in the same room and they would be content. They also love complimenting you and telling you how much you mean to them. They prefer to be shown affection through words of affirmations and acts of service. They love hearing you praise them. They also like when you do things for them, making breakfast, doing their laundry, running a bath for them after a long day. little things like that just make them melt.

B - Beautiful(What Do They Find The Most Beautiful About Their S/O?)

They would admire your intelligence and your strength if your physically strong.

C - Comfort(How Do They Comfort Their S/O?)

Their not that good at comforting with words but they can listen and give advice.

D - Domestic(Do They Like Housework And Being At Home?)

Their fine doing housework. its not something they particularly like or dislike.

E - End(How They End Things With Their S/O?)

They would be quick to end things if they realized it wasnt working out or someone was losing feelings. They would be pretty upset to end things but ultimately know its for the best.

F - Family(Do They Wanna Start A Family With Their S/O?)

They arent big on kids. If you wanted to raise a child with them then they wouldnt mind(and they would also be a pretty good parent) but they would prefer a pet or something easier to take care of.

G - Goofy(How Serious Are They In A Relationship?)

Their pretty chill and laidback with their partner and just in general. They can be serious at times but thats rare.

H - Healthy(How Healthy Is A Relationship With Them?)

Very healthy. Its rare you even have arguments with them. and when you do its small and resolved quickly.

I - Insecurites(What Are They Insecure About In A Relationship?)

I dont think they would have any big insecurites. Like i said, the relationship is really healthy.

J - Jealousy(Do They Get Jealous Easily?)

Not really. They wont get jealous of friends unless its clear that the friend likes you. They also might get upset if someone flirts with you but they know you would never reciprocate.

K - Kisses(Their First Kiss, How They Kiss, How Much They Kiss Their S/O, Anything Kiss Related.)

They love kisses. They adore kissing you everywhere but their favorite place is your forehead. Your first kiss was right after you both confirmed you were dating. They simply couldnt wait any longer to kiss you. Their kisses are soft but passionate. They dont ever wanna stop kissing you!

L - Love(Who Says I Love You First?)

Them. Acht is a very blunt person. If their falling in love with you, they will be quick to say it.

M - Melt(What Does Their S/O Do That Makes Them Melt?)

Being told you love them. They loveee being told how much you love them.

N - Nicknames(Their Nicknames For Their S/O?)

Usually just says your name. They only use pet names when they feel affectionate.

O - Obstacles(How To They React To Obstacles In Your Relationship?)

Their good at handling problems. They will try their best to work through it with you.

P - PDA(Are They Public About Your Love?)

They make it clear your dating, but dont like showing that much affection in public.

Q - Quality Time(How Much Time Do They Spend With Their S/O?)

Like i said, quality time is their main love language. They adore you and want to spend all their freetime with you.

R - Ring(Do They Want To Put A Ring On It?)

After a couple years, maybe. Its not really something they think about until you both talk about it. They wont hesitate to propose if they know you wanna get married.

S - Soft(How Soft And Sweet Are They?)

Their pretty sweet to their partner. They give lots of love.

T - Trust(How Important Is Trust In Your Relationship. How Much Trust Is There?)

They need to trust you a lot to even wanna be your friend. They trust you with everything and that trust is mutual.

U - Upset(What Upsets Them In A Relationship?)

Dishonesty. They want you to know you can tell them anything. Lying to them makes them feel like you dont trust them anymore.

V - Valentine(What Do They Do For Their S/O On Valentines Day?)

They dont do much. They'll get you some gifts and chocolates but not much else. They see valentines day as a pointless holiday tbh.

W - Words(Are They Good At Expressing Themselves Through Words?)

Kinda. Their good at giving compliments and advice but not good at expressing emotions.

X - Xoxo(How Romantic Are They?)

Not the most romantic but they can be sometimes. If you like romantic gestures, they will try and do more for you.

Y - Yawn(How Do They Get When Their Sleepy?)

They get more affectionate than usual. They kiss you a lot normally but now its doubled.

Z - Zwhat The Fuck(I Literally Dont Know Any Words That Start With Z???)

Their favorite fruit is oranges.

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[jophiel-extras]

Hello! Azi simp here, requesting NSFW alphabet for him. I’ve done one of my own but I love seeing other people’s takes.

summary :: Aziraphale nsfw alphabet

warning :: nsfw

note :: waking up to Good Omens requests are so sweet

A = Aftercare

Aziraphale takes aftercare very seriously. He does the whole lot, cleaning the sheets, running the shower for you, making a hot cup of tea and then gently laying you down with him for a nap. Most times, he’ll read to you whilst you’re loosely cuddled up to him, soothing you to sleep.

B = Body part

Aziraphale finds his eyes to be most useful. Best part of you is everything and without his eyes, he wouldn’t be able to see you. He doesn’t favour any particular body parts on you, though he does enjoy plumper areas like thighs, tummy or boobs.

C = Cum

Inside is where Aziraphale finds the most pleasure. Pulling out and cumming on you so too “pornographic,” for him. To release himself inside of you is too beautiful to miss out on anyway.

D = Dirty secret

Aziraphale loves to be flustered. Of course, if you do something he deems inappropriate, Aziraphale will blush and quietly reprimand you. Deep down though, he loves it. Loves the thrill of hearing you whisper the dirtiest things in his ear, or to feel you slide your hand up his thigh whilst dining out. The moments when you’re outwardly sexual to him, in very non-sexual situation, is absolutely addictive.

E = Experience

Very little if at all, Aziraphale would have some interesting ideology when it comes to angels and sex that would’ve stunted his sexual encounters greatly.

F = Favorite position

Missionary! So close, so loving. It’s perfect. Though, he’s certainly interested in The Amazon position. Generally, he just likes you on top.

G = Goofy

Not quite. Sex is serious for Aziraphale. The only time things might get a little silly is when he’s nervous and blurts things out.

H = Hair

Very well groomed! And the carpets do match the drapes.

I = Intimacy

Incredibly slow and intimate. Aziraphale makes love when he has sex, to him there’s no other way to do it.

J = Jack off

Shamefully, he does. Not often, maybe once a week if he’s particularly horny. The post-nut clarity on Aziraphale is horrible, always embarrassed for touching himself and even more so for thinking about you whilst doing it.

K = Kink

As established Aziraphale enjoys dirty talk, he might not return the words but hearing them gets him dripping with precum. He also doesn’t mind soaking, just laying with you, deep inside as you spoon no thrusting or movements. He’s also just a big fan of having a dominant partner.

L = Location

His bedroom inside the bookshop. Sex will basically never happen anywhere else.

M = Motivation

Sex doesn’t usually cross Aziraphale’s mind unless you put the idea in his head. It’s your flirting, naughty touches and words that’ll get him hard.

N = No

We all know Aziraphale is quite vanilla, so nothing too “kinky,”

O = Oral

Most will say Aziraphale loves to give oral, and he does, but boy does he love to receive. The sight of you licking and sucking at him is mind blowing. Words cannot describe how much he loves it. The mere idea of it gets his body hot.

P = Pace

Slow and sensual.

Q = Quickie

Not even on his radar. Quickies are just such a  foreign concept to him, who would want to rush sex? He thinks quick sex is bizarre.

R = Risk

He loves it when you take risks. Especially public ones.

S = Stamina

Usually one round is all, but it’s long and both of you are very satisfied afterwards.

T = Toys

Not at all. Aziraphale becomes nervous at the mention of sex toys.

U = Unfair

Aziraphale isn’t one to tease, but loves to be teased himself.

V = Volume

He’s quite verbal. He doesn’t grunt or groan but he moans and whimpers. Softly, mainly, but Aziraphale has been known to be a little loud.

W = Wild card

Working up to penetrative sex was a process for Aziraphale. He couldn’t help but feel guilty after sexual acts and the fact that he enjoyed them. It started with feverish making out, which then lead to body part kisses, to a little grinding, gentle touching, slight undressing, oral and then finally sex. It took a while but it was worth it for Aziraphale’s comfort.

X = X-ray

Thicker than average and probably about six inches.

Y = Yearning

Doesn’t really have a sex drive, but he doesn’t get horny from time to time. It’s usually whenever you’re in the mood.

Z = Zzz

Sex doesn’t tire him, but it makes him soft. He likes to bask in the loving aftermath of sex before sleeping.

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Send me Scott asks!!

SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)