#the fact that he's still thinking about it today and gone u know what let me post (and not followed him) and had to go and find a picture

[sewellove-deactivated9782]

MARK??????????

[httpiastri]

control freak – ln4

lando hates a lot of things. not being in control is definitely one of them.

genre: smut

pairing: female reader x lando norris

warnings: smut 🤭 i dont remember what it's called? but lando gets tied up. he likes to be in control, so i guess dom!lando is kinda insinuated. it's a bit dirtyyy but there are also some soft elements bcs who would i be to not include those :)

requested?: yes! thank you for requesting 🤍 (requests are still open!)

author's note: this was supposed to be just a blurb but something happened lol. also, very much inspired by this ask and the just him talking about how he needs to be in control in that video. this thought has been living in my mind rent-free since that moment. hope u all enjoyyyy<3<3 (if this doesn’t work this time. idk what to do. anyways.)

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"there we go..." you say, leaning back slightly and letting go of lando's wrist. "you alright?"

"my hands, yes. my ego, however..."

earlier this year, you and lando had agreed to buy one of those adult christmas calendars, one with a new toy or tool for the bedroom every day. so far, you'd gotten a blindfold, a massaging oil, and even a smaller vibrator. and today's present? a pair of sleek, white silk ribbons.

lando had immediately pulled the little strings out of the box, measuring them around your wrists. but you had shook your head, snatching them out of his hands and telling him it was his turn.

he had just cocked an eyebrow at you, assuming you were kidding. but the grin you had worn, one that told him that you were fully serious, had made him chuckle, rolling his eyes. no way, he'd told you, giving you a pat on the head before he leaned down against his pillow again. he had assumed this would be a lost cause for you, because there was no way he was letting you expose him to one of the things he hates.

lando hates a lot of things. number one: he hates not being in control, and he hates it so much.

the fact that he needs to be in control is very well-known in your relationship, and it applies to most situations. he needs to be the one driving, even if you're just going on a short trip to the supermarket; he needs to know who's invited to a dinner party so he can plan ahead; and of course, he feels a need for power in the bedroom.

but you are nothing if not persistent. lando is the very definition of stubborn, sure, but you would not give up on this one.

your boyfriend always thought you must be some kind of witch, because your effect on him is paranormal. the way you bat your eyes at him, your soft touch on his cheek, and your sweet kisses lingering on his lips – they could get him to agree to almost anything. even this, apparently.

since today was a friday, you had gone out for dinner and some drinks tonight before hurrying back home to try out your new present. lando was still a bit hesitant, but your lips pressed against his and your hips brushing his crotch as you sat on his lap on your bed made him give up yet again.

and that's how you find yourselves here, him already stripped out of everything except his boxers, with the sleek white ropes connecting him to the headboard. you twirl the fabric by his right wrist around your finger one final time, smiling at the little bows you've made. "you look so pretty right now," you hum, leaning down a little and tracing a finger along his jaw. "kinda wanna take a picture."

"do it."

you shake your head, not wanting to bring out your phone and possibly ruin the moment. you smile at the firmness in his voice, pressing a quick peck to his lips. "next time."

lando's chest vibrates with his chuckle. "oh, you think there will be a next time?"

"i know there will, because i'm in charge here."

the retort he was planning gets caught in his throat as your lips meet the side of his neck. he sighs at the feeling of your kisses traveling down to his chest, tongue coming out to lick the skin occasionally. he instinctively tries to grab your hips with his hands, momentarily forgetting about his restraints and letting out an annoyed groan when he's held back. you giggle against him when you hear the ropes snap against the headboard.

"already?" you ask, hands dragging up and down his beautifully tanned skin as your kisses trail even further, meeting the skin of his hipbones, giving both sides equal attention.

you can see how he clenches his fists from the corner of your eyes, knuckles already turning a little white. "i hate this. i really hate this," he mumbles.

"but you like me, don't you?" you counter, sitting back on your heels between his legs and letting your hands find the waistband of his boxers. "let me have my fun."

"great to know one of us is having fun, i guess." you take your time pulling down his underwear, enjoying every second of watching his impatience. when he's finally fully naked, his cock springs up to his stomach, a little precum leaking from him already.

"lando," you start, your thumb rubbing around the tip before spreading the precum along him. "don't you trust me?" you lower yourself down to press a kiss to his tip. "do you really think i won't make sure you enjoy this, too?"

his answer comes in the form of a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttering shut when he feels your tongue lick up a stripe along the side of his dick.

"i thought so."

your lips wrap around him, pushing yourself down his length before moving back up again. you're excruciatingly slow, wet lips sliding along his skin and only taking a little of him as your tongue swirls around him just once.

number two: lando hates being teased.

it's something he avoids at all costs, which you learned early in your relationship. he'll give you a stern look and push your hand away when you reach for his thigh during a company dinner; he'll grab your hips to hold you still when you intentionally grind onto him as you sit in his lap; and when you text him revealing pictures when he's away doing something important, he'll turn off his phone rather than let it get to him. it all comes back to his hatred of not being in control – he wants to be the one to tease you, not the other way around. so when you get a chance to tease him and he can't do anything about it, you take it.

speeding up your actions is not something you even consider, and now that lando's hands aren't in your hair to usher you, you take your time. you do, however, push him further into you, letting him hit the back of your throat before pulling entirely off him. when you sink down on him again, he buckles his hips: his way of trying to retake control. your hands find his sides, holding him down as you slide off him, leaning back to look at him as a grin spreads across your lips. "impatient, are we?"

his eyes are scrunched up, head thrown back to show off his thick neck. his muscular chest is heaving for air, already, and his hands are still hanging sloppily from the ropes. you love to see him like this. so weak, so helpless. it's not often that you get to take in this sight, so you savor every second of it.

when he feels the bed rock, lando's eyes shoot open. he watches you climb up from the bed, standing right next to it as you slowly let the sleeves of your dress fall down your shoulders. he does not enjoy the moment as much as he wishes he would, because all he can think of is how much he wishes he was the one sliding the dress down your body; how much he wishes he was the one unclasping your bra; how much he wishes it was his hands dragging your soaked panties to the floor.

you move to straddle his lap, your hips hovering over his as you let his tip nudge your entrance. when you finally descend on him, he bottoms you out so perfectly. you press your hands to his chest, leaning your weight on him as you feel yourself getting stretched out.

if lando thought you were done with the teasing, he was very wrong. you rise from him painfully slowly, before going down just as slowly. when your hips meet his again, you stop for yet another moment, rolling down on him.

number three: lando hates not being able to control the pace.

he's used to driving cars at 300 km/h, for god's sake, so this slow motion-pace you're going at is not ideal for him. he doesn't always need to thrust in and out of you like you only have a minute left to live but regulating the pace is, according to him, one of the perks of being the boyfriend. but not today.

you find a rhythm, bouncing on him like you are in no hurry whatsoever. your lover's moans are muffled and he's seemingly doing his best to not let anything slip out. he doesn't want you to know how much he likes this, despite not being in control.

"don't hold back, baby," you say, thumbs stroking his skin encouragingly. "you're allowed to feel good even when i'm in charge."

and when he finally lets go, the sounds he makes are like music to your ears. his hearty groans send a shiver down your spine and you can't help but pick up the pace a little, needing to hear more. you want to pull every sound and twitch out of him, and if that means going faster, it's a change you're willing to make.

you feel the shudder passing through his body when you clench around him. you know he's close when his heels dig into the mattress and he thrusts into you, trying to make up for lost time. you're almost there, too, and the way you feel all of him pump into you turns your brain into mush.

your nails dig into his chest when you reach your climax, likely leaving indents in his skin. you continue riding him, helping him chase his high, your pulsating insides helping draw it out instantly. when you feel the spurts shooting into you, you collapse against him. he's twitching inside of you, his chest jumping with his breaths, and your fingers reach to brush along the side of his neck to help him come down from his high.

"okay, i'll admit," he starts, taking deep breaths between every word. "that was so fucking hot."

a giggle escapes past your lips, and you prop your chin up on his chest to look up at his face. "i knew it would be." you brush back his curls, freeing his glossy forehead. "thank you for trusting me."

his face is adorned by a soft smile, and it replicates on yours. "are you okay?" he asks, always so caring, and he lets out a breath when you nod.

number four, the most important one: lando hates being unable to hold you.

he hates not being in control of your well-being; he hates not being able to ensure you're okay. he hates not cupping your face in his palms, stroking your cheeks, pulling his fingers through your locks. so, it would be an understatement to say that he was ecstatic when you pulled yourself off him, sat down on his side and started working on undoing the ropes.

his skin shows off a burning red color, and it hasn't occurred to you yet how much he actually must've been itching to touch you. usually, when he ties you up, your skin gets a bit irritated too, sure. but it's not often this bad. "let me get you a lotion for your wrists," you say.

you're practically off the bed already when lando grabs your hand, dragging you onto him again. "later." he pulls your back to his chest and nuzzles his face into your hair, pressing a peck to your scalp. "just wanna hold you right now."

you shake your head at his antics, but take both of his hands into yours. you hold them up to your lips, giving him a few kisses around both of his wrists. "maybe that's better?"

"perfect." his voice is low, arms snaking around your waist to tug you closer. "i think they're completely fine now."

"let me at least get you something in the morning?"

"mmm. shush and sleep now."

and there it was, an order – back in control already. just like he should be.

[moonstruckme]

I am clean from sh for about 6 months now (yay me) and lately, idk why, I’ve just kinda been struggling with accepting my scars and the fact that I’ll have them probably forever and your writing is really comforting and actually helps, so I wanted to ask if u could maybe write something with Spencer helping reader feel ok with having them on reader‘s thighs?

totally understand that that’s a touchy topic and if u don’t wanna write it, I also completely get it, thanks anyway for even reading this xxx

Ahh yay you!!! Congrats baby, and thank you for requesting <3

cw: past self harm, some nudity that's really not sexual but they joke about it a bit

Spencer Reid x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

You’re sweltering. D.C. doesn’t usually get very warm, but for the last week you’ve been on a streak of record-breaking temperatures that’s made your clothes stick to your skin and has caused even your perpetually chilled boyfriend to refrain from putting on his cardigan until he gets inside his work each morning. Just walking between your car and various air conditioned buildings is enough to make you consider moving to the Arctic. 

“Oh my god,” you groan, flopping inelegantly down on the bed to peel your jeans off. “Can we turn the A/C down to sixty, please?” 

“Let’s start with seventy,” Spencer negotiates. You hear his footsteps stop halfway down the hall as he adjusts the monitor. “I think we still have some lemonade left, if you want some.”

“Ugh, yes.” You tear your jeans off your ankles with enough force to nearly send them flying across the room and sigh blissfully as the A/C kicks on. 

You change out of your sweaty shirt too, going for your pajamas despite it being hours from darkness falling. You have no plans to go out into that hellscape again until tomorrow. You hesitate over a pair of pajama shorts before slipping on loose pants instead, not quite as cool but still light enough to allow some air flow. 

“I love you,” you tell Spencer when he passes you your lemonade as you come into the living room, sitting beside him on the couch. Ice clinks inside your glass, which is already forming little beads of condensation. You have the urge to rub it on your face. “I mean, unconditionally, but especially right now.” 

“I’ll take it,” he jokes back, tilting his head back so his face is in the path of the A/C vent. When he looks up, he finds you pinching up the fabric of your pants around your knees, trying to create a pathway for the air to move up your legs. “Why are you wearing those?”

You know what he’s asking you, and you intentionally misunderstand. “I felt like it was pajama time. No way am I going outside again today.” 

“Right, but aren’t you warm?” Spencer tilts his head. He looks like a particularly cunning puppy, brown eyes soft and inquisitive.

“A little,” you admit. 

“Then why not wear something shorter?” 

“That’s awfully forward of you.” You do your best to give him a smile. It doesn’t stick around long in the face of your boyfriend’s serious expression, increasingly worried. “Maybe I don’t feel like parading my legs around for you.” 

You can see the cogs turning in Spencer’s brain, and the usually fascinating process is suddenly almost painful to watch. You know he’s thinking of what you refusing to wear shorts used to mean, how nobody ever thought anything of it because, again, D.C. doesn’t tend to get very warm. How evasive you were about it then, too. An uncomfortable weight settles in your stomach. 

“Is there a reason you don’t want them out?” he asks, and his voice is gentle but his gaze is unflinching. 

You try to hold it as you shake your head. “I’m still clean.” The words seem to take more air than they should. Your guilt and embarrassment are enough to choke on. “I promise.” 

Spencer nods. “I believe you.” 

His eyes don’t so much as twitch down to your covered thighs. Relief like a cool breeze passes through you. It’s no small thing, his trust in you. Not after you’d gone so far out of your way to hide the evidence of your hurt from him before. 

“But it’s still related to that, isn’t it?” He lifts his glass, taking a sip before wiping the corner of his mouth. You almost smile, picturing your boyfriend in an interrogation room asking questions with this same gentle tone and wide open, curious expression. You don’t think Spencer could ever be harsh. 

“Yeah,” you say. What felt like something private and humiliating a minute before you suddenly want to share with him. Spencer tends to have that effect on you; he makes divulging your most gut-twisting secrets feel natural and easy. “My scars just haven’t gone away. I don’t really want to see them.” 

Spencer’s mouth pinches. “You know they won’t ever fully go away, right?” 

“Yeah.” You sigh, but it doesn’t feel like letting anything out. “I know.” 

“They will probably fade, though.” His fingers circle your ankle loosely, calluses skimming softly over your achilles tendon. “Is it that you don’t want to see them, or you don’t want me to?” 

You rub your lips together. Shrug. “Both, I guess.” 

He tilts his head. Like your answer is expected, but nonetheless perplexing. “I don’t care if I see them,” he says. His hand coasts up your leg, over the fabric of your pants, until he grasps it by your knee. “Can I?” 

You nod. You know he’d let it go if you said no, but it’s not worth begrudging him. “Sure.” 

Spencer brings both hands to the fabric at your hips, and you lift your bum up off the couch as he pulls downwards. Your legs are happy to breathe, the cool air coming out of the vent even nicer than you’d thought it would be. Spencer keeps going until your pajama pants are balled up underneath your feet. 

“You really were hot,” he says. It’s neither teasing nor gloating, a simple statement of fact. His fingers come to rest at your ankle again, and it’s the only kind of warmth you’ll allow. “Is it actually worth it?” 

You look down at your thighs. Your skin feels better than it had covered up, but it’s also a physical reminder of things you’d rather forget. “I don’t know,” you reply. 

“I understand why you don’t like them,” Spencer says. When you look up, you expect him to be as stuck on your scars as you are, but he’s looking at your face. His stare is calm and unmoving, like they don’t command his attention the way they do yours. “But I think they may be with you for a while. It might help to start trying to get used to them.” 

You blow out a breath. “I want to.” 

“I know,” he says. Easily, the way he’d said I believe you. And you think that he probably does know. Spencer has things from his past he can’t fully leave behind, too. 

His forefinger moves slowly up and down the back of your ankle, an absentminded gesture for him and a comfort for you. Slowly, his eyes dip down to your legs. You fight the urge to squirm and hide. 

“You know,” he muses, “there’s actually one thing I sort of like about seeing them.” 

Your top lip starts to curl automatically, your brows pulling together. “What?” 

“Just, that they’re old.” Spencer seems not to have noticed your reaction. His gaze is contemplative. “I mean, it’s not that I’m looking for them all the time or anything, but it’s nice to see them and know there aren’t going to be any new ones. These ones will fade, and then that will be it.” 

Something new clogs your throat. It’s just as heavy as before, but far kinder. 

Spencer looks up at you. He looks sheepish, the corner of his mouth uptilted self-consciously. “Sorry, it’s a weird line of thinking. I don’t want you to think I’m always checking on them.”

“No,” you swallow, “I get it. That’s nice, Spence.” 

He shrugs. “It’s the truth.” 

You could almost laugh. He makes things so simple. “I’ll change into shorts.” 

“You don’t have to,” he says. “If you’re already cooling off.” 

“Oh, yeah?” You keep your voice light, grinning at him as you shuffle over to straddle his lap. His fingers brush over a couple of the lines on your thigh as he brings them around your back, and the sensation doesn’t make you feel as shuddery as usual. You hug him with your arms around his neck. “You’re cool with me just staying like this then? No pants?” 

“Not if you don’t want to wear them,” he says agreeably. 

You laugh and hug him harder. “Thanks,” you tell him sincerely. 

Spencer only makes a soft dismissive sound as he hugs you back. 

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king of my heart — lewis hamilton

pairing. lewis hamilton x nepo baby!actress!reader

genre. social media au

face claim. gigi hadid

warnings. mentions of age gap, swearing, some online hate, lewis and reader are literally the hottest couple ever, daniel lowkey trolling lando, sex jokes ??, mixed up met gala years sorryyyy, some inaccuracies with race outcomes shshsh

author’s note. hello anon! thank you for being my first request for my 1k event 🥰 i wasn’t sure if you wanted an imagine style thing or not so i’ve gone for a social media au. hope that’s ok ! if not just let me know and i can redo this for you <3

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[mikalame]

Sooo I saw u wanted requests but if anything feel free to ignore what about husband Tom x wife reader who always wakes him up with kisses an let’s say one day she sleeps in Tom does it back to her

Morning honey

This is kinda the era with this oneshit but you can use what ever one you like

taglist: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley @saumspam

"Morning honey" you whisper sweetly as you kiss toms cheeks and lips softly to wake him up. You had been doing this since the start of your realtionship as you were always quite the early bird while tom liked to sleep in.

"mmh, morning babe" he groans streching his arms and back before flopping back into the bed resting him head on his arm "how did you sleep love?" he questions eyebrow cocked.

"Wonderfuly, tho someone needs to stop kicking me" you say in an accusatory tone, tom giggles "i don't know what your on about, i neverrr kick" he says with a guilty look.

"Yeah right, mister, come on chop chop we have stuff to do today, we have to meet with the band, bill wants to go to some amesment park, then while were there we are doing and interveiw of sorts but yeah, full day" You say while walking around getting all of your things sorted for the day.

Ugh, i just woke up give me a second hon pleasee" he whines, dragging him feet across the carpet, slowly getting ready. "Well whos fault is that for sleeping in till 8 hmm" you question "no, you just wake up at like the ass crack of dawn, mabey tomorrow you sleep in and i can do all them ushy gushy stuff you do to me, to you huh how bout it" tom asks eyebrows raised.

"Tommie i would probly have to remind you to do it, its fine i dont need you too i like doing all that 'ushy gushy stuff' to you" you say quoteing him, while fixing his hair so it wasnt in his face making sure the dreads sticking out werent to bad.

"Okay, tom you ready, lets go" you say doing the last bit of your shoes before heading out, Tom in toe behind you.

Time skip

"Ugh, my feet are killing me" you moan rubbing the back of your heels where they had been rubbing agaist you for the whole day. "Mhh, i agree why coudn't we just sit down on a bench or something" Tom asks sittig down leaning his lead on the back of the couch.

"Im gonna shower then gonna go to bed" you say groaning as you stand you "mmh have fun babe, dont fall over" tom giggles.

After waiting for a bit he hears the shower turn on and decides to get ready for bed as well not bothering to shower as he didnt want to move his arms to do his dreads up.

After putting on his sleep clothes he walks to the kitchen to make himslef some food hearing the shower turn off and hearing some noises he assumes ___ has gone to bed.

Finsihing off him food he walks back to the bedroom and sees ___ passed out on the bed, he smiles giggling at the fact she was so tired there he decided to wake up early and make sure she was super comfy for tomorrow.

Time skip

Tom groans as his head falls to the side quickly turning off ___ alarm to wake herself up he checks to see if she woke up but she hadn't. Tom sighs, his entire plan would be ruined if she had awoken.

Tom starts by cleaning the kitchen and doing all the laundry, folding and putting on the next load, before moving to make her a breakfast in bed with eggs on toast, bacon, and panckes for if she wanted more after, with a side of coffee.

As the clock hit 8 it was show time Tom carefully walked to the bedroom careful not to make much noise.

As he places the breakfast on her nightstand he kisses he cheeks softly remembering how much he liked it, next he did some sweet word whipering i love you's and talking about how pretty ___ is and all that lovey stuff.

___ eyes begin to flutter as she wakes up to soft kisses and someone talking about how beautiful she was, when she opened her eyes she was met with the face of none other than her husband smiling down at her softly.

"Tom, your up so early" she groans still thinking its 6am "no hun it 8 i let you sleep in anddd,... i made you breakfast" he says gestering towards the food next to her the heat wafting off of it, her stomach rumbles loudy just smelling the food.

"Oh Tom your so sweet" she says kissing his cheek before tucking into the food he prepared.

"No problem at all my love" Tom says a smile adorned on his face looking at his one true love.

Hope you like anon i got hungry when writing the food lol

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Do You Remember?

Previous Fantape

Amanda losing hope was not good. Especially considering the fact that Riley was certain Hameln was getting hot on their trail. They knew that destroying the tapes would not be good for Amanda and Wooly. They gathered all the tapes they’d already found and neatly placed them in their bag. However, according to some of the files they’d found from the librarians, Kate had hidden sixteen tapes in this building. Caroline had some older tapes as well. Specifically the seasonal tapes. The descriptions of those tapes intrigued Riley the most, as they were the ones described to be the only tapes that didn’t have demonic mentions and the ones where Amanda and Wooly seemed the most like normal children and felt the most alive. The most normal episodes of Amanda the Adventurer. According to David’s records, Kate’s favorites. Caroline had found the lack of demonic mentioning intriguing as well which is why she had borrowed them prior to her death. Riley was certain these tapes were in a certain someone’s possession. When her mom died, she mentioned being left with some children’s tapes. Being told not to watch them but to keep them safe no matter what. I thought it was weird at the time… but those must’ve been the Amanda tapes right? I don’t want to get her involved but… Riley looks at their phone. Several worried texts from a contact reading ♥️ Sophie ♥️ were blowing up Riley’s phone. No, she deserves to know. I mean it was her mom. And… Kate couldn’t do this alone… neither can I… Riley takes a deep breath. No. I can’t be hasty about this. Once I tell her she'll be a part of this. Her mom wanted to keep her out of this. That said… there is someone else I could ask… I need time to think. I don’t have to decide now. I don’t think they’ve found me yet… I just need to find the last four tapes and get out of here. And in order to do that… Riley looks at the tape they just acquired titled: Do You Remember?. I wish I could find them all at once but it’s easier to find them this way. 

“Oh… hi there.” Wooly mumbles. He’s alone today. “You’re probably wondering where Amanda is… aren’t you? Heh heh… funny story um… she hasn’t left her room since you last saw us… yesterday… ye-yeah…” Oh boy. Riley thinks. “I can’t even get her to talk to me. Other than ‘Go away Wooly’ ‘I don’t feel like talking right now’ ‘I wanna be alone’ You get the idea. I didn’t want to make her angry so I’ve been leaving her alone other than some breakfast by her door this morning. Yeah. She ate it though! Tha-that’s something!” Wooly laughs nervously. He stands there in awkward silence for a couple seconds. “While she’s gone… I guess I can talk to you right? Look… I don’t know what’s going to happen to us but… if Amanda does get out of here… you’ll take care of her right? Keep her safe?” Wooly asks. Riley types in yes. “You’re sure?” Yes. “You promise?” YES. “Say ‘I promise’.” Wooly demands. I promise. Riley types. “Okay good. Honestly I don’t know if we’re gonna be able to get out of here… but we can’t be trapped here forever right?” Wooly chuckles nervously, “I mean forever is a long long time and time changes things right? Aw well… in THAT movie it changed for the worse I guess… hmm…” Wooly pauses for a moment with a sour look on his face, “I’ll see if Amanda wants to play today.” Now Riley sees Wooly standing outside Amanda’s door. “Hey Amanda… do you want to go on an adventure today?” 

“What’s the point?” Amanda grumbles. 

“Well… our fri- Riley is here.” Wooly explains. There is a bit of silence. “Amanda?” 

“Ugh… fiiine.” Amanda groans. She opens the door. She’s still in her pjs and her hair is an absolute mess. 

“What have you been doing all day?” 

“Sleeping mostly.” Amanda sighs, “Got nothing better to do.” 

“But now you do! Let’s go on an adventure!” 

“I told you I don’t wanna Wooly!” Amanda snaps. 

“We don’t have to go and do something. We can just relax around the house and… chat? Spend time together?” 

“That’s not really an adventure though is it?” 

“I guess not haha.” Wooly laughs nervously. 

“Fine, just let me fix my hair…”

“I can do it!” Wooly beams. Amanda looks at him skeptically. 

“You know what? Fine. Fine. I hate doing it anyway.” Amanda shrugs. They glitch into Amanda’s room and she opens up her top drawer. “Can you grab my hairbrush and stuff for me?” she says, unenthusiastically. Riley clicks on the hairbrush and hair ties. “Cool.” Wooly sits in Amanda’s chair while she sits on the floor. Wooly undoes her buns and hums happily. 

“What is with you today?” Amanda scoffs.

“Nothing. I’m just happy to spend time with you!” Wooly giggles. Amanda finds this SUPER weird. “Wow it got really knotted. This is just from one night?” 

“I guess I don’t usually toss and turn.” Amanda sighs. As soon as the brush touches Amanda’s hair, a sense of familiarity washes over him. Oh right… I remember this… he used to do this a long time ago… nearly every day… at least… back when his heart was still whole… back when he was human… “Hey Wooly…” Amanda says. Wooly doesn’t respond. “Wooooooly.” 

“Hm?”

“After you got that book… you started acting really weird… and talking about how it made you remember things you didn’t want to remember…” 

“Yeah…” 

“Do you remember now?”

“Yeah…” Wooly said distantly, closing his eyes. “I remember now. We used to have it back at home. My little sister made me read it to her every night.” 

“Hmm…” Amanda mumbles. “What else… Do you remember?” 

“Not much… just some little things… here and there… mostly sad stuff…” he replies. Amanda looks at the ground. It’s quiet for a couple seconds. “I don’t really think my dad was ever around… but I remember we’d always talk to him on the phone. I think he was doing something really important overseas… I remember… one day my mom got a call…” 

Suddenly the Hameln toy phone started to ring. Riley paused the tape and answered it, but there was no one there. They return to the tape in confusion. 

“My sister always got excited when mom was on the phone and would say ‘Dada! Dada!’ Mom turned to her with a look that I can’t quite describe and said ‘Dada’s gone.’ Haha… maybe it was because I was so young… but it didn’t quite make sense at the time. He was always gone. I didn’t think anything had changed but they did. Mom… was almost never home. She was either working or away somewhere. So I was always in charge of my little sister…” 

“What happened?” Amanda asks. 

“Mom had got mad at her one night and put her favorite puppy up really high. We were home alone. I wasn’t paying attention… by the time I noticed… I tried to stop her… I tried to catch her… I was right there but… it’s all my fault. It was my job to protect her… and I failed.”

“No! It’s not your fault!” Amanda shouts, “You failed at a job that was never yours! That’s not your fault! You were just a kid!” 

“She was only four years old… she never even got to go to school… funny isn’t it? I’m trapped in what could’ve been her favorite show.” Wooly cried. Amanda looked at the ground sadly. 

“If things were different… it would’ve been.” Amanda sighs. Wooly whips his eyes dry. “What happened… after that? How did you end up here?” 

“Mom had enough of me I guess… I got put in a lot of after-school programs that my friends would drive me to… including… a local theater program. I guess I was really good… cuz some guy asked my Mom if she was interested in me becoming an actor for TV. She didn’t care… as long as I was far away. They ended up taking full custody of me really fast. I acted on a couple shows… and it wasn’t long before I started to notice my co-stars disappearing… in their little experiments… if they misbehaved.”

“That sounds… really scary…” 

“Yeah. So I did my best not to get in trouble… I did everything I was told. I tried to fool myself into believing I’d be happy there… as long as I did what I was told. Though… it didn’t make me many friends. No one could trust me… well also because I was weird… I guess…” 

“I see…”

“I was just so desperate not to disappear. But I guess that’s what got me here…” 

“Wait what?”

“I was obedient.”

“I… see…” 

“But it doesn’t matter how we got here right?” Wooly suddenly beams, “Because we’re gonna get out of here no matter what!” 

“What makes you so sure?” Amanda asks. This time Wooly falls silent. 

“Do you remember when Kate first made us remember we were human?” Wooly asks, then more quietly, “That we were trapped?”  

“Do you? Do you even want to?” Amanda grumbles, suddenly closing herself off. Wooly finishes brushing out the knots in Amanda’s hair. “Don’t ever mention her to me again. Not when… it’s your fault… It's your fault, Wooly!” she suddenly stands up. 

“Wait, I'm not done!” 

“Quit acting like my friend! You messed everything up! Do you remember that?! I don’t get you! I don’t understand! You kept me from every chance I had to get out of here, now I give up and you act like you wanna leave?!” 

“Amanda-”

“SHUT UP!” Amanda snaps. “SHUT THE ---- UP!” 

“Amanda you can’t do that!” 

“I can do whatever the ---- I want! Get out of my room!” Amanda screams. Wooly looks heartbroken.  

“But Amanda… I…” 

“Get. Out.” Amanda hisses. Wooly nods and leaves the room leaving the brush on the floor. “I just can’t trust him… not after what he did… always acting like everything’s fine. I don’t know what to do… Should I try?” Before Riley can type a response the tape fades out and Riley sees the credits on the screen. They faintly hear Amanda say: “For a second… I almost believed… I thought he was just like me… I almost forgot her… for a second… he almost made me forget her…” the Hameln jingle plays and the tape falls out. They hear a noise and turn around. It’s Amanda’s demon again, it has a nasty injury on its arm.

“You two got in a fight again, huh?” Riley sighs, softly as if they are coaxing a crying child, “Okay… I’ll get the first aid kit. You trust me?”

WOW A lot of lore for this tape... I'm going to be adding some made-up Riley lore to this story. Are we cool with that? They're allowed to have a life right? Got some Wooly lore... and maybe in the next tape we'll get to know more? BTW I'm changing the tape order again. Next is going to be "When Friends Drift Away..." you can check the new order on the masterpost or... the Amanda Fantapes Series Part 2... you might find a treat there...

Did anyone catch the Disney movie reference Wooly made?

Next Fantape:

[itwdoris]

(Any character u want) as a 🌽star streamer showcasing their s/o’s water skills 😲🫣🤯😫😖

uzui tengen x afab reader.

tw; adult streaming, pussy fingering, piss.

★

"so we're good?" tengen asked, turning away from the camera again and looking at it with a grin. a large, thick bulk on his boxer shorts that was a little tight on his thighs.

in fact, his body was as well exposed as ever, his legs were indeed a perdition, but they didn't always appear so much, unlike his defined chest, his strong arms with muscles flexing all the time, that was sin.

now with his hands on his defined waist as he reads the chat from his broadcast incessantly talking. "oh calm down guys, we drank a lot of water today, and if needed, we still have plenty of bottles left!" he looked at you, smiling as he came closer, close enough for the trail of white hair to be at your face level. "don't we?"

you nodded, feeling his hand quickly run through your hair while he patted your thighs to get you to open them, pussy completely exposed to the camera, you could see him smiling with satisfaction.

"but why don't we show it? it will be much more extravagant." he said as his hands touched your belly, a light rub of his thumb on your skin, too close to your bladder, and you didn't even know what he was going to do, because uzui never made a script for his recordings. "they're so full that i bet if i just shove my dick in they'll piss themselves."

you looked at his boxers almost anxiously, thinking about having his cock thrusting into you while you pissed yourself, made you clench into nothingness. you can hear him let out a small chuckle, lowering his hand to your folds. just hearing about my cock?

"ah, but then it wouldn't be funny." he opened yous lips with his fingers, playing with them for the camera, ignoring your needy hole clenching for him. "and we need to do it right."

his finger finally passed through your hole, making you shiver slightly and gasp as he continued to playfully pat it while another finger was going to its main target, rubbing against your clitoris so slowly that it felt like torture.

pressing lightly because he found it amusing how your legs spasmed every time, uzui decided to give you a little treat, rubbing his fingers across your wetness and sticking two fingers in at once, making your eyes widen and a loud moan come out of your throat with the force of the thrust.

it had gone straight into your bladder, and it was already so hard to hold it back that you were whimpering while he smiled, coming closer to give you a kiss, even if the camera didn't catch that part.

his thumb rubbing your clit in circular motions while his fingers started going in and out, you squirmed as you felt his fingers dragging and pushing against your bladder, swallowing as you felt him continue, going at a good slowly pace, this way your piss would soon come out, but at least it wouldn't make a mess...

what a joke.

you were talking about tengen uzui.

he spread your legs with one hand, using his arm to keep them bent, thrusting his fingers inside you faster and faster as he pressed you on the table, feeling your hole squeezing his fingers, which were hitting your bladder hard.

"ah, i think i can improve your vision!" he said, pulling your body with such ease that it looked ridiculous, still holding your legs as he pressed you against his chest, keeping you bent over, fingers running over your pussy as he approached the camera. "better that way, don't you think?"

you whimpered as you felt your breasts squeeze against his arm, your legs swaying slightly in the air as he thrust his fingers in again, gradually increasing the speed until the noises became loud again. you whimpered, feeling drops and drops start to flow, unable to hold it in any longer with all that pressure.

he would stop thrusting only to rub your folds, playing with the wetness that was beginning to drip and then returning to try and get more. he only had to move a little away from the equipment when you sobbed loudly, desperately releasing all the piss in a strong stream.

"extravagant!" he said, playing with the gush while you whimpered, feeling your pussy throb and pulse with both relief and arousal.

squirming against his chest, you felt his fingers go back inside you in a constant in and out motion, fucking you again while you pissed.

with his hand slapping against your folds and making a bit of a mess with the piss, which splashed everywhere, he started rubbing your clit with his thumb again, synchronizing at a fast pace. tengen loved to see you like that, almost destroyed and all wet against him and for him, showing how good your pissing skills were.

he rocked his hips slightly, thrusting on you to see the stream of piss making more of a mess and trying to relieve the volume that was growing between his legs. after all, he had drunk so much water too, and would have to relieve himself at some point.

"u-uzui..." you sobbed softly, eyes almost closed as you tried to push your hips against his fingers, too close. the stream of piss gradually diminishing to make way for drops, that flowed incessantly.

"gonna cum?" he asked softly near your ear, pulling you up a little, just to bite your ear, lightly. squeezing you a little tighter. "after pissing all over my hand... gonna cum on my fingers?"

you whimpered, trying to squirm trapped in his arms, squeezing your toes and clenching his fingers inside your soaked hole.

a slight chill hovered on your belly, whole body shivering when you finally came, whimpering loudly as his fingers continued, going as deep as they could and returning to caress you on that good spot. you could hardly breathe, going completely limp against him, only not falling over because he kept holding you tightly.

he pulled his fingers out of your winking hole, rubbing it in a light caress before wiping it off with his own mouth. supporting you on the table and lowering your legs, he held you with both hands to make it better, showering you with kisses.

he still had an erection inside his boxers, not to mention the wet spot that seemed to grow larger with every stream of piss that escaped from his cock. turning to the camera with a big smile, before giving a little wave and turn it off without much warning, without paying much attention to the agitated chat.

'cuz well, it's over for them, but for you? not yet.

THE PISSKING FINALLY, i can't talk openly about how much i want NEED his piss and how much he's into it.

anyway, i hate the porn industry and i will always criticize it, please guys, don't kid yourself about it.

but i wrote that because it was a request and the first person i thought of was uzui, he literally screamed in my mind. also, piss related, i couldn't resist. i think i've done what was asked, but i'm not sure, anyway if you even read this, hope you like it! <3

[eirenical]

Like Father, Unlike Son (3168 words) by eirenical

Written for the @mysteriouslotuscasebookweek prompts "Role Reversal" (Day 2) and "Grief" (Day 4).

Rating: Explicit

Summary: In the wake of Shan Gudao's return, Li Lianhua is left broken and listless, nothing like his usual self. Fang Duobing is willing to do anything to bring him back, even if it means pretending, just for one night, to be someone he's not... someone he hopes he'll never become.

The yard was silent, the kind of silence that descends in the wake of a storm. Fang Duobing would have filled that space with noise, laughter, anything but this quiet stillness that Shan Gudao had left in his wake. But Li Lianhua stood barely two steps away, holding himself so very carefully, as though too large a breath might break every bone in his rib cage.

~Li Xiangyi is, indeed, a joke.~

Fang Duobing's first instinct had been to defend, to deny, to wipe those words from existence the moment Li Lianhua had spoken them. But Li Lianhua had been standing oh so carefully then, too, as though some part of him had already broken beyond repair, and a harsh word could wipe him from existence along with his words. Fang Duobing wondered, for the first time, if he was finally, truly, seeing Li Xiangyi before him—or what little was left of him after first his shixiong's death and then the battle at the Eastern Sea had taken everything from him. For the first time, he began to see what might have driven him to put himself away so thoroughly and become Li Lianhua. Faced with what he'd been faced with, Fang Duobing might have done the same.

Gently, he said, "He's gone. Why don't we go inside?"

Li Lianhua didn't answer, simply turned back the way they'd come from and took one shuffling step after another. At the threshold, he stumbled, foot catching on the raised doorway when he didn't lift it high enough. Fang Duobing caught him, gripping his arm above the elbow and pulling him close to keep him upright.

His body was shaking, a fine tremor that Fang Duobing hadn't been able to see but could feel now that they were pressed so close. "Li Lianhua?"

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November 4, 2024: At this point, I think I just need to accept the fact that my niche in this fandom is "fucked up and ill-advised sex that probably at least hints at Daohua somewhere in the background." 😅 Anyway, ever since I saw the scene where Shan Gudao reveals himself to Fang Duobing and Li Lianhua, I've wanted to write a fic where Li Lianhua turns to Fang Duobing for some very ill-advised comfort after that and lets himself pretend, just this once, that Fang Duobing is actually Shan Gudao. Brain decided today was the day? Enjoy? 😁👍👍

Fic Warnings: This is a little bit of a YMMV situation. The sex that happens in this fic is 100% consensual on both sides, but Fang Duobing is essentially role playing as his father and there is ZERO negotiation before that happens and, knowing Li Lianhua, they're not going to discuss it afterwards, either. Fang Duobing does have a little bit of a frantic moment where he's basically thinking "…this is kind of fucked up, isn't it? Maybe we should talk about it first? OK, never mind, lower brain just took over and made the decision for me." But he's still very much on board with what's going on and they both enjoy it in the end. But this is some VERY tangled relationship shit going on and if that squicks you, you might want to give this one a miss.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 莲花楼 | Mysterious Lotus Casebook (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fang Duobing/Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Fang Duobing, Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi

Additional Tags: mentions of - Freeform, Di Feisheng/Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi - Freeform, Di Feisheng/Fang Duobing/Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi - Freeform, Past, Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi/Shan Gudao - Freeform, Under-negotiated Kink, Light BDSM, Sexual Roleplay, Unrequited Love, Established Relationship, Episode Related, episode 32, Missing Scene, Trauma, Dealing with Trauma in Less Than Healthy Ways, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, ill-advised sex, Healing Sex, (...yes it's the same sex; make of that what you will XD), Mysterious Lotus Casebook Week 2024

[leclerced]

OK OK ORR (not rlly a req bc idk how you’d write this?) but innocent reader being best friends with Oscar and telling him u fingered urself for the first time/came for the first time and he’s trying to stay calm & supportive like he’s not the hardest person ever rn😭 hed be fighting for his life trying to keep his tone composed fnfnfnf hoping she doesn’t look down at his bulge

oh my GOD! i got an idea an ran with it i hope u like it babes

she’s never had a real orgasm before even though she’s had sex a few times w dif boyfriends, but they couldn’t get her off and she just didn’t really know how to do it herself, she could never push herself over the edge. so one day she stumbles upon a sex shop and gets a little bullet on a whim, goes back to the hotel and has her first ever orgasm. she’s super excited about it the next day and he notices her good mood and asks about it and she says “it’s nothin! just had a really good nights sleep, comfy bed.”

he slept horribly the night before, so he jokes, “mind if i sleep in your bed tonight? mines shit” for some reason, the teasing tone makes her flush and she blinks at him stupidly for a second, mind drifting to how she’d planned on trying to make herself cum again. “sorry, i didn’t mean-“

he tries to take it back but she cuts him off, “no it’s fine- uh, that’s- we can have a movie night.” he nods and grins, trying to figure out why she’s acting different today but forgets about it when he gets busy with work until he’s back in her hotel room later that night. she’d just gotten out of the shower when he arrived and she was in cute matching pajama shorts and a long sleeve henley when she opens the door to his knock.

like they have dozens of times, they crawl into bed together and he wraps his arms around her. despite being more comfortable laying in this bed, it’s because she’s in it and he’s not alone. his back is aching from last night and he’d actually hoped he’d gotten stuck with an old mattress and that her’s would be newer and softer, but both were firm and he didn’t sink into it like he wanted. “your bed feels like a rock, no way you got any good sleep on it last night.” he teasingly complains.

she sighs and after a moment she confesses, “yeah, thats not why i had a good nights rest.” it feels safe laying in bed like this with him, like she can say whatever without fear of judgement or being overheard.

his eyebrows raise and he hums, “what’s that? have you been smoking again?” he huffs, “that’s not fair, i can’t do it.”

she giggles, “you know i only do that at home. no i uh- god, this is embarrassing. i’ve never had an orgasm- well before last night.”

oscar’s breath hitches and she feels his fingers twitch against her stomach where his hand slipped under her shirt. “really? how? i didn’t know that.” clearly he didn’t know that, but he’d assumed.

she huffs, “kinda thought i couldn’t, some women can’t. but i got a vibrator yesterday and i- sorry, i don’t know why i’m giving you all the details- but i slept well because of it.” she ends it with an awkward giggle, thankful she can’t see the look on his face and he can’t see the flush on hers. he’s thankful for another reason, happy that she’d gotten herself off, happy that no one else had done it. his eyes have gone dark and all he’s thinking about is the fact that she’s had one orgasm in her entire life and it was the night before, in this very bed. he’s thinking about the sounds she made, how she looked, how good it felt after years of disappointment.

he clears his throat but his voice still comes out thick, “you don’t have to apologize, can tell me anything. i wouldn’t make fun of you.” he tries to push back the thoughts, but his cock is already half hard from his wandering mind and he’s praying she can’t feel it pressed against her.

she lets out a little laugh, her body shifting against his and his hand twitches against her skin again, fingers pressing into her stomach as she says, “i know that, but you don’t care about my lack of orgasms. not like it would’ve mattered anyways.”

oscar’s mind spins and he can’t help but say, “could’ve just made you cum if you told me sooner.” he can’t take it back, doesn’t want to take it back even though she goes silent and still in his arms. he starts to regret it just before she’s turning in his arms and pressing her lips to his before he even registers they’re face to face

he’d make her cum in every way he can think of to make up for lost time, for every guy she’d fucked that hadn’t made her cum. and even though they’d sleep really well for about two hours before he has to go to the track, they’d both be exhausted all day.

[lunarmoves]

spooks, screams, and robots, oh my!

pairing: DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

mentions: haunted house shenanigans, gender neutral reader (no pronouns used!), spooks n scares, tomfoolery and the like, relationship up to interpretation, eclipse is based off of ruin dlc, fluffy goodness, not beta'd lol, sfw, post fire at the plex

a/n: happy (late) halloween @n30nixx!! i'm so sorry this is kinda late LOL. i uh, started writing it and then it kind of got away from me so it ended up way longer than intended sfddfks. it might be a bit rushed at the end bc i wanted to get it out gahh. hope u enjoy & sorry for the wait!!

word count: 6k

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You were laying in bed, idly scrolling through your phone in a sleep-induced haze, when you were startled up by a loud, ebullient voice.

“Friend!” Sun practically shouted as he burst through your door—a typical occurrence for him, yet it made you flinch all the same. You blinked widely at him as he bounded up to the side of your bed and waved something in the air with one of his hands. The bells tied to his wrist jingled with the motion. “Look what we found!”

The thing in question was promptly dropped on top of your head, and you made a small, confused noise as you picked it off to squint at it. It was a flyer, you noted, your eyes sweeping quickly over the bold, orange words stark underneath a dilapidated cartoon house of eerie green and fiery purple.

“Oh!” You perked up as Sun eagerly swayed by your bedside, waiting for your response. “The haunted house is happening again?” Sure enough, the flyer was for the annual haunted house that opened in your city every October. Well, almost every. It had been closed the last few years due to a lack of funding. You hadn’t gone since you were a teenager, if you were remembering correctly.

“Sure is!” Sun replied with a grin. He clasped his hands together and leaned down closer to you, blank white eyes locked onto your own. “We should go!”

You hummed and flicked your gaze to the bottom of the flyer, where the address and time for the haunted house were both displayed. It wasn’t too far from your apartment—walking distance, for certain. “Alright. Could be fun!”

Sun practically leapt for joy, his rays spinning delightfully around his face plate. “Wonderful!!” And without any time for you to even protest, he picked you up from under the arms to disentangle you from your bed. You made a surprised noise, blankets slipping from your body in a silken waterfall, then stared at him when he eventually set you back down on the floor. The flyer had been crushed in your grip with the unexpected motion. Sun patted your rumpled figure on the shoulders with both of his hands as you blinked at him. “Let’s go!!”

“Wait, you mean now?!” you asked in bewilderment. You hadn’t planned on leaving your bedroom tonight, much less your apartment building.

“Of course!! You’re not doing anything now, are you?” Sun asked, tilting his head to the side. “In fact— we don’t think you’ve been outside at all today! Fresh air will do you some good, Friend!!”

Trust Sun to always make sure you were taking care of yourself properly. You sighed, already knowing you would be fighting a losing battle if you dared to protest. He was right, you didn’t have anything major to do for the rest of the evening. And besides—you glanced at the time on your phone, which was still clenched in your hand even after Sun had picked you up—it was still pretty early. If Sun was so eager to go to the haunted house tonight, then who were you to deny him?

“Okay, fine, we can go now,” you acquiesced. You rolled your eyes lightheartedly when he cheered. “Where did you even find the flyer, anyways?”

“It was taped to a lamppost when we went for a walk!” Sun told you, his hands fidgeting together slightly. You raised an eyebrow at him. It wasn’t like you forbade them from going outside or anything. In fact, you encouraged it! But well, with robots still being acclimated into society, you just worried about them being alone outside for too long. Seemed like they’d been fine, though. No big deal.

Still, you had to ask. “How was it? Good walk? No mean pedestrians?”

Sun nodded, giving you a bright grin. “No issues! Didn’t get too many stares once we pulled up our hood!” He pinched at the large, burgundy hoodie he had on, accompanied by long, dark sweats. You were lucky he just barely managed to fit into the largest size you could find online, though the clothes were still a bit baggy for his tall, lithe figure. Still, they were better than nothing.

You bobbed your head at his words. “Good, good. Well”—you tossed the crumpled flyer and your phone onto your bed as you prepared to grab some clean clothes that weren’t your pajamas—“let me just get freshened up real quick and we can head ou—"

“Wait!” Sun nearly yelled out before you could finish speaking. You paused, mouth still open, and gave him an inquisitive look. He took it as a sign to continue. “We need costumes!”

“Costumes?” you echoed. “That’s not really necessary for a haunted house, you know.”

Sun flapped a hand at you in dismissal. “Come on, Friend! Where’s your Halloween spirit?”

It wasn’t quite Halloween yet, but he got you there, you supposed. “I wouldn’t even know what to be,” you said with a sigh. It was a bit too late to throw something together. You hadn’t really planned on doing anything for the holiday, after all. Maybe you should’ve accounted for your robotic guest—the ex-Daycare Attendant was bound to be inclined to celebrate.

Sun’s grin curled up until he was looking at you in a way that made you feel suspicious. “Not to worry! We came prepared!”

You squinted at him as he bounded over to your closet and opened it to pick out a box that’d been meticulously hidden away from your view. What the— How had you not noticed it before?? Color you utterly befuddled. As you wondered how Sun was able to hide the box from you within your own home, he re-approached you and deposited it on the floor in front of you with a flourish of his hands. “Tada! Our costumes!!”

You stared down at the box. “Where did you get this?”

“Don’t worry about it!” he said cheerfully and bent down to start to crack it open at the top.

You gave him a suspicious look. “Did you use my credit card again?”

“Oh look! It’s your costume!” Sun rapidly spoke over you as he grabbed something from within the box—that crinkled with the sound of thin plastic—and thrusted it towards you. A small pfft left your lips at his words (really, you should’ve been used to his spending habits by now), and you took the items from him so you could see what he’d bought for you. A beat of silence passed.

“Is this a fucking Shrek costume?” you wheezed out as you waved around the clear, plastic wrapping containing a green headband with ogre ears attached to it, a brown vest, and a long, tan-colored shirt.

Sun grinned mischievously at you. “Yep!” You burst out into raucous laughter, loud enough to fill the room with your amusement.

“Unbelievable!” You giggled and wiped a tear from your eye. You’d watched the movie with him not too long ago. Maybe it had given him inspiration. “And who are you gonna be?”

“Well!” Sun started as he rummaged around in the box. “I’d wanted us to be Fiona, but Moon was against the idea, so we had to pick different things that’d be easier for us to switch to. So”—he pulled out a black hat with a feather attached to it and put it on his head—“I will be Puss in Boots!”

You cracked up again. The hat couldn’t even properly sit on top of his head without him needing to adjust his sun rays. “Amazing!”

Sun beamed down at you, hands on his hips as he struck a pose. “Why, thank you! Moon’s gonna be Big Bad Wolf and Eclipse is gonna be Donkey! Don’t look too deeply into it!”

This was fucking hilarious. “We’ve got our own little squad going on,” you said with a snicker as you started opening the wrapping containing your costume. You could already picture how dumb you were going to look wearing it. You loved it.

“That we do!” Sun replied happily. He bent down to swiftly pick back up the box and started to walk towards your bedroom door. His head did a 180 so he could look at you in the process, white eyes upturned in delight. “Get dressed and meet us by the door! There are spooks to be had!”

You gave him a silly smile and a little salute. “You got it, Boss!”

You scratched idly at the back of your ear, where the headband you were wearing dug slightly into your skin as you wandered down the street with Sun by your side. By now the sky was turning into a soft gradient of navy blue and burnt mandarin, the small twinkle of stars starting to poke out just above your head. It was light enough with all the active lampposts that Sun was still able to walk with you, though you were certain this would change the later it got.

It didn’t take too long to walk over to the haunted house. On the way, you and Sun were able to look at all the Halloween decorations that lined the houses you passed by. There were quite a few with creepy skeletons lining the yards or thin spiderwebs snaking across gates and shrubbery. You took a few pictures of some of the more impressive ones, Sun striking a little pose in them for fun.

There weren’t too many people walking about, but the closer you got to the haunted house location, the busier the streets became. Music played somewhere in the distance, low-pitched and eerie. The bumble of conversation got louder as people roamed about with friends or on their own. Some people were also dressed in costume, you noticed in relief. It made you feel better about wearing your own.

Sun was practically vibrating right out of his metallic body as you both approached the haunted house. It was tucked in a street that had been repurposed to look like a desolate town. The stores were boarded up and the road was packed with food stalls. There was even a little stage that had some guy in a Ghostface costume standing on top of it, calling out to people randomly to try to scare them.

There was a line outside the building itself that you had to join to purchase tickets, so you stood there patiently with Sun as his head swiveled around and around to take everything in.

“This is amazing!” he exclaimed as he watched a group of rambunctious teenagers walk by dressed up as some characters from a T.V. show. His rays spun about his head—well, as much as they could with his hat on—before he looked back down at you. “Very spirited! We never saw anything like this before!”

You grinned up at him. “Oh yeah, people like their horror and dressing up, what can I say.”

Sun’s smile widened, then his head cocked slightly to the side as he paused for a short moment. His gaze turned to look somewhere behind you.

“Moon says he likes that person’s costume,” he said as he pointed at something. You glanced over your shoulder to see someone wearing a rather impressive killer clown costume—with fake blood and a polka-dotted suit and everything. “He says it reminds him of you.”

You barked out a surprised laugh. Of course Moon would take any opportunity to poke fun at you���even when he wasn’t in control. “Says the literal jester!”

Sun made a show out of looking around, his optics squinted with his hand placed horizontally over them like he was staring out into the distance. “Jester? Where?! I only see Puss in Boots here!” He gestured down to his body with both of his hands. He wasn’t wearing the black cape that came with the costume so that it would be easier for Moon and Eclipse when they switched over, but he did have a belt strapped around his waist along with a pair of tall boots that went up to his knees. He’d tucked his sweatpants into them. He’d drawn on some cat whiskers on his face plate as well, and it looked a bit silly, but you were pretty sure he was aware. You shook your head in good nature at his antics.

The two of you passed the time on line pointing out people’s costumes or enjoying the little shows being done on the stage. Sun seemed to adore watching all the little kids run about, and you watched as his gaze followed them around with an almost longing look to it. A few were wearing Glamrock masks atop their heads. Even fewer seemed to notice Sun, but they did wave to him—an action that made his entire body light up as he waved back with his whole arm. You patted him on the back, but didn’t dare bring it up. He still got a bit sad whenever you did, part of him still attached to that little daycare he’d spent so long in.

“Hey man! Nice costume!” someone hollered out at one point somewhere off to your side, and you turned to see them watching Sun as they walked by with a group of people. “Super wicked!”

“Coolest one I’ve seen all night!” another person shouted from the group with a thumbs up.

You raised an eyebrow at their words, but Sun didn’t seem to mind—or notice, for that matter. “Thank you, Friends!!” he eagerly shouted back as he waved his arm about. He grinned and watched as they disappeared around a corner, still stealing looks at him all the while.

“I think they thought you were the costume,” you eventually said amusedly. Sun glanced at you as you continued. “I would hardly call a Puss in Boots costume ‘wicked’.”

Sun made an offended gasp and crossed his arms. “I worked hard on this costume, you know! I think I look rather cool and fetching, don’t you think?” He struck a pose, black boots clicking together as he pretended to gesture out a sword from the belt tied around his waist.

You snorted. “You’re right, you’re right. You do look cool.” Sun made a pleased sound in response.

It didn’t take much longer until you were finally at the front of the line. After purchasing two tickets, the lady behind the little counter gave you two green paper wristbands. You thanked her as you took them and she pointed you towards another line to enter the haunted house itself. That one wasn’t as long as the ticket line, thankfully. You gestured to Sun to follow you as you made your way over to join it. The area over here was not as well lit as the one by the tickets, since it was away from any lampposts. That, paired with the darkened night sky, caused the sound of clicks and whirrs of shifting machinery to follow you until you were positioned at the end of the line.

“Another line to wait in,” you sighed as you peeled a bit of paper off one of the wristbands to expose its sticky end. “They seem busy tonight.”

“I’m sure they’ll get busier the closer it gets to Halloween!” Eclipse remarked as he looked towards the entrance of the haunted house. His height allowed him to peer over basically everyone’s heads. He got a few double takes for it, but you think most people thought he was wearing platforms or something for a costume, for they didn’t say anything. Hey, you’d take it over getting stopped on the street so they could ask how tall he was or where his model came from. It’d happened too many times for you to count.

You hummed. “Yeah. Hold out your wrist for me, please.” Eclipse looked down at you and stuck out one of his arms. You slid his hoodie sleeve up and wrapped the green band around his thin wrist as tightly as you could, just below his ribbon. You could feel his gaze lingering on your fingers as you tucked the end of the band in as much as you could and finished with a little pat to his hand. “There you go!”

“Thank you, my dear!” He beamed as he slid his sleeve back down. You nodded and looked down so you could start to unpeel the other wristband, but before you could, it was being gently plucked from your grip. “Allow me! Wrist, please!”

You rolled your eyes halfheartedly, but complied, sticking your arm out so Eclipse could bend down and gently fasten the band to it. Large yet dexterous fingers fit it snugly around your wrist, tucking the end in neatly, and finishing with a flourish. “There you go!”

“Thanks, bud,” you told him as you stuck your hands into your pockets along with the two pieces of paper from the wristbands. You’ll throw them out later. Eclipse’s smile stretched wider as his rays did a little spin. You took the time to observe his change in costume. Not much was different from Sun’s—he was still wearing the same hoodie and sweats, plus he couldn’t quite swap out the boots—but he did replace the hat with a headband of donkey ears. The belt around his waist also gained a little donkey tail. It was cute.

You took some time just observing the haunted house itself from the outside as you both waited for your turns. It was very big, for one thing, being a few stories high and wide like a department store. The upper floors had the windows boarded up, so you doubted you would have to climb up stairs or anything. The entire building was painted black with eerie green and purple lighting from little strobes positioned on the outside walls. Smoke drifted into the air from a machine sticking out one of the windows on the second floor. Very spooky.

The closer you got to the front of the line, the more you were able to hear screams and shouts from inside the haunted house. There was the occasional bang! followed by a shriek. You were excited, don’t get you wrong. But well… you were starting to feel just a bit apprehensive.

Eclipse seemed to have noticed. “Feeling nervous?” he asked as he glanced down at you. He swayed animatedly side to side as he waited, hands tucked into the conjoined pocket in front of his hoodie.

You waved a hand. “Who, me? Nah, no way, nope. Nothing to be scared of!” And there really wasn’t, you told yourself. There were just people dressed up in costumes in there. Nothing too scary. Not like there were actual ghosts or zombies or anything.

He chuckled at your words, and you knew he could see right through you. “You can hold onto our arm if you want. We’ll protect you!”

Your expression softened. “Aw, thank you. But I’m not sure if Moon has the same sentiment.” You were pretty much guaranteed to be subjected to Moon for the duration of the haunted house if the darkness past its entryway was any indication. And well… it was Moon you were talking about here.

“You can tell him to back off, you know!” Eclipse said amusedly. The line shuffled forward another few inches. “He will!”

You snorted. “Doubt it.” Eclipse only shrugged in response.

Finally, finally, you reached the front of the line. There was a woman in skeleton makeup sitting in a chair by the entrance who wrote a little ‘x’ on each of your wristbands with a marker. Then she listed off a bunch of rules for you both to follow. No running, no touching the actors (though they could lightly touch you, something you were a bit wary of), keep following the path, don’t look the demon in its eyes or it will kill you… You blinked at that last one, but before you could question it, a bang! came from within the house that made you jump slightly. The woman didn’t even react, just reached over and knocked a metal ring against the outside wall of the building before she gestured you both in.

“Have fun!” she called out in a raspy voice. “And remember: He’s always watching!”

Who? “Oh boy,” you whispered to yourself as Eclipse ushered you forward with a large hand against the middle of your back. You were pretty sure she only said that to make you feel uneasy, but shit, you didn’t expect it to work. You wrapped a hand around Eclipse’s elbow of the arm still tucked into his pocket and he escorted you as though you were both attending a ball and not a horror attraction. Your grip tightened as you stepped into the building and continued down a small path before reaching a door.

There was a person with a rucksack over their head that bled from two black eyes standing right in front of it. They didn’t say anything, just opened the door and gestured at you and Eclipse to go forth with a clawed hand. It was completely dark beyond it. You swallowed heavily. The apprehension by now had devolved completely into a wriggling mass of nerves. You were going to die in there.

“Lovely costume!” Eclipse said cheerfully to the person as he tugged you forward. He had to duck his head so he wouldn’t hit his head on the top of the door frame. You couldn’t bring yourself to say a word, only watched the masked person as they stared at you until you were past the door. Then they slammed it shut, making you jump as you suddenly found yourself in complete, utter darkness.

“Oooh, I don’t like this,” you whispered lowly as your eyes widened as much as they could. You couldn’t see a thing. It would have been quiet too if not for the quiet clicking and shifting of metal at your side. You glanced up when a red light settled softly along the top of your arms and shoulders.

Moon grinned sharply down at you, hellacious eyes aglow in delight. “Scared?” he rasped with a snicker, one of his hands trailing his claws unsettling down the side of your face.

You pushed his hand away and flicked your gaze up to the top of his head. “I was,” you retorted hotly, “until I saw those goofy ass ears you’re wearing.” You pointed up at the fluffy wolf ears attached to the top of his nightcap. You guessed he didn’t want to part with it for his costume. It made him look funny, especially when you squinted at his backside to see a matching fluffy tail attached to the belt around his waist.

Moon growled and made a motion as though to bite you, but you yelped and ducked out of the way. “Bad Moon! No biting!” He snickered at you as you wagged a finger at him. You huffed and turned to look down the dark hall. “Come on, we need to get moving. Don’t wanna hold up the line.”

You were lucky Moon’s optics were bright enough to light the way a bit. You slowly made your way down the hall, glancing occasionally over your shoulder to make sure Moon was following. He was, but he was definitely trying to creep you out if the way he was watching you with those pinprick white pupils were any indication. You stuck your tongue out at him.

The nerves were starting to make an appearance again. Where your eyes failed, your ears picked up the slack, straining for any sound. In the distance, you could hear the pitter-pattering of footsteps. You slowly turned around a corner, and nearly jumped out of your skin when a woman appeared out of nowhere, standing in the middle of the hall. There was a light over her head that cast ominous shadows upon her figure. She had on a torn and ragged wedding dress, gashes littering her skin and leaking ruby blood.

She didn’t say anything, just watched you with eyes that had smudged mascara around them. Okay then. You shuffled forward, planning on squeezing yourself around her, when you noticed her gaze had switched from you to something behind you—Moon, most likely. You looked behind you and nearly bit your tongue when you saw Moon had taken to crawling along the walls to avoid the light. Like some kind of hybrid Big Bad Wolf demon.

“Moon!” you whisper-shouted at him as he chuckled and made his way past the woman along the leftmost wall. “That’s not— Don’t do that!” You turned to look back at the woman, who stared at Moon blankly for a few moments more, then moved to continue to watch you. Without a single sound. You swallowed thickly. Just a person, just an actor. “Sorry, my friend’s um— a little quirky. I’m just gonna”—you shuffled yourself along the wall to slip by her—“just gonna… go—”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before she let out a high-pitched shriek. You yelped and scrambled away, just barely managing to stop yourself from sprinting as you rounded a corner and nearly ran right into Moon again.

He giggled at you and held you by the shoulders to steady you. “Scaredy-cat.”

“Shut up, man,” you huffed as you shoved your hands in your pockets and continued to follow the path through the house. You didn’t see any more people dressed up, thankfully, though you were heavily eyeing the darkest corners for anyone hiding in them. “I’m pretty sure you surprised her more than anything.” He only giggled again and trailed after you.

You eventually emerged into a dimly lit room that was decorated like a child’s bedroom. The wallpaper was peeling and dirty, decorated in what looked like had been little ducks and bunnies. There were decapitated dolls scattered about. Clicking and whirring followed you as you stepped uneasily towards the door at the other end of the room. Eclipse tutted as he looked around.

“What a mess!” he exclaimed as he came up behind you. “This isn’t very safe for a child!”

“I’m pretty sure this isn’t a normal child,” you said flatly as you pointedly looked at the bloody hand prints lining the wall near a small bed. There was a mound of dirty blankets on top of it. As you got closer to the exit of the room, the mound wiggled and out popped a little girl’s head. You jerked back in surprise.

“You’re here! You’re here!!” The little girl smiled as she looked directly at you with these bloody, black eyes. A strange tar-like substance leaked from them. You made a face and stepped back, running into Eclipse right behind you. “Won’t you play with me? Pretty please?”

Before you could say anything, Eclipse stepped around you with a flourish. “Little girl of course we will! What do you want to do? Color? Hide and seek?” You gave him a look and opened your mouth to say something, but he pressed on. “Where are you parents? And oh! Your eyes! L-Let's get you to a f-first aid station, hm?”

“Eclipse, dude…” You reached out to grab his arm. The little girl’s gaze flicked to you for a moment—you wondered if her actress was confused—before she just settled on smiling wider. Wide enough to split her cheeks and cause ruby blood to run towards her jawline.

“Perfect!” She grinned and started to rise from the bed. Up and up and up, until she could contort thin, spindly limbs in grotesque, unnatural ways. “We’re gonna be best friends forever!” You yelped as she started to laugh and lunged towards you. Your hand clamped down on Eclipse’s arm as you tugged the two of you out the exit, the girl’s high-pitched laughter following you into the stifled darkness of the haunted house.

You took a short moment to catch your breath as Eclipse clicked and shifted away. “Guys, we’re in a haunted house, remember?” You wiped your hands on your shirt and fixed the headband you still had on so that it wasn't askew. You were starting to feel a little sweaty. Didn’t help that your heart kept running a mile a minute. This had to count as some kind of exercise, right?

Moon grumbled, red eyes partly lidded as he slouched forward. “We know,” he rasped. “Programming.”

You sighed and took his hand so you could give it a little squeeze. It never quite got easier. “I know. Come on.”

The two of you continued to follow the winding and twisting halls, barely illuminated by the lights of Moon’s optics. The pitter-pattering of steps seemed to follow you around, but no matter how much you squinted and looked around, you could never quite figure out where they were coming from. Or who. Moon didn’t let go of your hand, and you weren’t quite sure if that was a good thing or not, for you could hear him occasionally snickering from behind you.

As you made your way down a particularly long hall, you felt Moon tap you on the shoulder.

You shifted your head towards him, but kept your focus before you to avoid running into anything or anyone. “Yeah?” When he didn’t say anything, you raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. Red light caressed your face as though from a warm hand. “You need something?”

He stifled a snicker. “Need what?” he asked, head rotating to the right slightly. You blinked at him, then shook your head.

“Never mind,” you huffed. You figured he was trying to mess with you and turned your gaze back to the front. There was an opening up ahead, nestled between two dark corners. Were you almost at the end? You hoped so.

Moon tapped you again, this time on the side of your arm. You looked over at him again, annoyance starting to crease your eyebrows. “Yes, Moon?”

He only grinned at you this time, cheshire-esque and oozing mischief. “Not me,” he said amusedly. “Look.” He pointed to your opposite side.

You squinted at him, then reluctantly turned your head to look at your other side. Immediately, something jumped out at you, all sharp teeth and bloodied claws. You didn’t even get a good look at it before you were stumbling back and screaming, your hands coming up to protect your face. You fell right into Moon, who snickered something as he caught you with one arm and held you close to his body.

“Oh my god!!” you shouted, fingers trembling as your heart pounded away in your chest. Echoing in your ears. Moon chuckled and guided you down the hall, away from the actor. “Scared the shit out of me, why didn’t you warn me?!”

“Funny,” was all Moon said. You glared up at him, but he wasn’t looking at you. His face plate had turned a complete 180 so he could stare at the person who’d jumpscared you. A glance over your shoulder showed that they were still standing where you’d left them, slowly inching backwards to disappear into the shadows. Moon turned his sharp grin back down to you, his eyes squinted up in delight, though when he spoke, it was in a gentle voice. “We got you.”

You exhaled slowly. “That was real cheap,” you grumbled instead, hands fastening in an iron grip around Moon’s arms as he shuffled you towards the opening at the end of the hall. You took in a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down, peeved at yourself for falling for something so dumb. As you passed through the opening, someone in a mask reached out of one of the dark corners to attempt to scare you, but upon seeing Moon’s red-tinted glare and wide, threatening smile, they backed away. You didn’t even notice.

The two of you emerged into a large room flooded with blue light that made Moon click and shift into Eclipse once more. You squinted around at the long dining tables interspersed throughout the room and laden with plates of rotted food. There were fancy candelabras decorating their surfaces. The walls were lined in cobwebs and paintings of shadow-like figures. Smoke permeated the air, and trailed around a large, hulking figure standing with its back towards you at one of the tables. You gulped and darted your eyes to the exit at the far end of the room—aglow with light from outside. It was so close.

The figure grunted and growled, then turned around abruptly to face you and Eclipse. It was holding a large, bloodied axe and was dressed in what looked like dry, human-esque skin. You felt the color drain from your face.

“Little piggies!” The figure grinned with decayed teeth and took a large step towards you. “Just in time for the feast! Come here!” He darted towards you, moving surprisingly fast for his huge form.

“We’ll pass, thanks!” you yelped as you ducked out of the way of his lumbering form. An actor! Just an actor, just an actor!! You started to run for the exit, weaving your way through the dining tables.

“Friend! No running!” Eclipse called out worriedly as he skipped after you. The large figure roared after you both, and you could feel the heavy steps it took as it gave chase. You were so done with this.

“Fuck that! I’m outta here!” you yelled back, then flinched when something lunged at you from above. You ducked and glanced up just in time to see a massive spider retreat back up to the foggy ceiling. How did they have the budget for that?? You didn’t even bother to linger—you just kept your head low as you ran straight for the exit, avoiding a few more spiders that lunged at you from the ceiling and ignoring Eclipse’s calls.

At last, at long last, you made it out of the haunted house and into the brightly lit space past its doors. You huffed as you braced yourself against your knees outside, willing your breathing to ease into something more normal and your heart to stop feeling as though it was going to take off into outer space.

There were a few people lingering around outside, laughing and talking as they told each other of their experiences in the haunted house. You grumbled and straightened up just as Sun came skipping towards you, hat back on his head and his grin as amused as ever.

“That was fun!” he chimed as he came to a stop next to you, hands on his hips as he looked around. You had both emerged at the back entrance of the building instead of the front this time, though instead of food stalls and stages, there were places to take pictures or pose with some of the haunted house actors still dressed in costume.

“For you maybe,” you said dryly as you adjusted the ogre ears headband once more. A small breeze drifted by that made you shiver slightly and look up at the dark sky. “Or Moon, I guess. Sorry you didn’t quite have any time out while we were in there.”

Sun waved a hand. “That’s okay, Friend! It was fun watching, in any case!”

“Fun watching me freak out, I bet,” you scoffed in a lighthearted manner. Now that you were outside, you were feeling much better. You likely wouldn’t be doing that again for a while, though you had to admit it was fun, in its own way.

Sun chuckled. “While it was very amusing watching you get scared, I will say I would much rather prefer you have a heart rate below 130 bpm!”

You let out a pfft at his words. “Thanks I guess? It wasn’t too bad, though.” You waved off his worries like they were nothing. It was fine! You were fine.

Sun cocked his head at you, then grinned suddenly in response and leaned down closer to you to hover right above your head. His smile sharpened.

“Well, how about a round two, then?”

[saltofmercury]

if your request are still open maybe a lil könig angst with a miscommunication trope 👀 if not i still love your writing! every piece blows me away 😄

here’s something small because I’m feeling like poop!

“You said you would be done an hour ago and our movie starts in 45 minutes!”

He’s sitting on the couch grumbling about going to see the movie before the previews. His leg, bounces up and down as he checks the time on his watch again.

“I’M GOING!” You yell back, trying to either pin back your hair or wear a hat. You decide on a hat and head downstairs. It’s so funny hearing him say 45 minutes early is considered late to him.

“Ok I’m ready, let’s go.”

You guys drive to the movies, hearing König rant about how they gotta get the good guy right. If they don’t the whole series is going to shit. You mentally prepare yourself for the questions you’re about to ask him because you don’t watch superhero movies… until he came along.

On the way back from the movie, you’re sitting hearing König complain about the movie being changed.

“Listen it’s BAD enough they changed the whole plot but did they have to make the bad guy a good guy? It makes no sense!”

He’s annoyed, pissed off at the fact that they change his comic book stories once again. You're just happy that he’s able to talk you through them —his brain is a whole encyclopedia of comic book knowledge.

You butt in, just for a quick second.

“Can we grab some frozen yogurt before we head home?”

He sighs, mumbles something about “being annoying” and makes a u-turn.

You’re stunned, kind of taken aback at the fact that he would say something like that. He’s always in the mood for dessert so it doesn’t make sense as to why he would say that.

He goes on about how producers are there to give money, not take away from the movie. He’s still babbling about it when you arrive at the store.

You reach the store, but the cravings are gone, replaced with anxiety, sadness, guilt.

“Come on schatz let’s go.” His tone has shifted again, you’re unbuckling your seatbelt, not wanting to stand there, pick out a flavor you want let alone toppings.

You can feel your stomach hurt, because if you’re being annoying for asking for yogurt, you’re probably even more annoying for picking out these things.

He walks through the store, already knowing what he’s going to fill his cup with — chocolate yogurt, Oreo toppings, and strawberries. He always gets the same thing.

You put the cup back, chewing on your lip, and tell him you’ll skip today.

“What? You wanted this.” He says, scooping up more Oreo topping on.

“I think I’ll skip, I'm sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry schatz.” He says it, not looking at you but the toppings again. He’s aware of your cravings, maybe you’ll want ice cream instead, and there’s plenty of that at home.

The drive home, he’s fumbling with his yogurt, while you’re fumbling with your emotions. What did you say for him to call you annoying? “Being annoying” replays in your head, you haven’t been called annoying since middle school.

You’re back at the house, quietly excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. You’re so hurt because why would he call you that? Why is he being so mean?

You decide to shower alone, letting him scroll through his phone at other movie reviews. You’re dressed and ready for bed, turning on your side without giving him a warning, as he peeks through to the bedroom.

“What?! It’s bedtime already?” He asks

“You didn’t even tell me to come shower with you schatz…”

“Hello?” He tries again, but you’re focusing on pushing back the tears.

“Schatz, hey…” he comes around your side of the bed, and you crumble.

“What’s wrong baby? Are you not feeling well?”

You sob, feeling so pathetic, not wanting to answer him.

He rubs away the tears, there’s a pain in his heart, hoping you’re just feeling sick, wanting some time alone.

“Y-you called me annoying… I don’t wanna bother you I’m sorry.” You manage to whimper out.

He looks at you with wide eyes, unsure of when he called you that because he would never tell you that to your face. He knows about being called annoying. From his father, his classmates, his older brother.

“When did I say that?”

“W-when I asked for yogurt.”

The conversation replayed in his head, when you asked for yogurt in the car, he was calling the producers of the movie annoying. Not you. Never ever you.

“Baby I wasn’t calling you annoying I was talking to myself you’re not annoying!”

Your sniffling stopped for a bit, but you’re back again, covering your face with your hands, feeling the heat in your face. Now you feel stupid.

“Come on, you’re never annoying.” He pets your face and hugs you, feeling like an asshole. How could you ever think that? He consoles you the entire night, feeling so shitty you could ever think you’re annoying to him.

[ponderingmoonlight]

I HOPE I MADE IT IN TIME!! can't hurt to try my luck. IF i managed to b the first jjk request u got today can i get some teen!gojo angst based on I Want You by Mitski?? 💗💗💗💗 thank u so so much

You stare plainly at the closed door of your apartment. Who on earth decided to visit you this late at night? It has to be far past midnight, so late that not even a single car his heard through your poorly isolated window.

With naked feet, you roam closer, try to make out a single sound.

“It’s me, (y/n).”

Your heart drops to the floor, hand opening the door in an instant.

It’s him.

Or…is it?

The boy standing in front of you looks so different. His bright blue orbs empty, dark circles decorating his face. Are these…bruises?

“Satoru”, you breathe out.

“Sorry, did I wake you? I just… I didn’t…I didn’t know where to go…”, he mutters, his gaze glued to the ground.

“Oh…Sure, get in.”

Your heart almost beats out of your chest. The sensation of having none other than your long-time crush Satoru Gojo visiting you this late at night, the love that never worked out, the love you enjoyed in silence. But at the same time…Your stomach drops.

Something really really bad must have happened.

“Sorry for the mess, I didn’t expect you here tonight.”

“Didn’t expect me here either, don’t worry (y/n). Thanks for letting me in. I waited in the car for what felt like hours because I felt pretty dumb for annoying you over my stupid shit. But I need a quiet place I guess…And maybe someone who listens”

He lets himself fall onto your couch, your body following him instantly. Oh, you never saw him this broken before. Out of instinct, your hand begins to caress his cheek. Until he wraps his arms so tightly around you that you threaten to suffocate. Until his tears stain your sleep shirt. Until none other than Satoru Gojo screams against your shoulder in nothing but agony and grief.

“He’s gone, (y/n). I think I lost him forever. He turned his back on me, on everything we've been through…”

There is no doubt in the fact that he’s talking about Suguru. But how, why? Your unanswered questions get stuck in his throat when his glossy gaze meets yours, tears still holding onto his long white lashes.

“I’m so done, (y/n). I can’t do this anymore”, he finally gives in.

“There’s nothing I could say to make this better for you, Satoru. Just tell me what you need from me. Tell me what I can do to make you feel better”, you whisper softly while your hand strokes through his thick hair to distract yourself from the pain that grows inside your chest.

“Tell me that you love me.”

Your eyes widen, heart dropping to the floor. Oh, it was never a secret to anyone that you crave him. Even Satoru himself was always aware of the fact that you love him more than anything else.

“Tell me that you want me, tell me that you love me”, he insists quietly, his head resting against your pounding heart.

“Tell me that I mean something to you.”

“You mean the world to me, Satoru”, you reply in an instant.

Why does this feel like the end of the world, like the end of something so huge that you fail to grasp it? This isn’t about you and Satoru.

No, this is about a boy who was forced to grow up, a boy who lost the only friend he had in this cruel world.

He presses a sloppy kiss against your lips, so longing that you threaten to get lost in it. Oh, if it was only dedicated to you, if this would mean more than a simple distraction from the grief of losing his best friend.

He might want you at this moment, but you’ll always want him more.

[neptunescore]

zak brown hater anon here, I gotchu 🫶. This isn’t very controversial (maybe) but I think no matter what we should have an age limit.

People turn to Max and say he was able to do but don’t understand it’s because he’s the only one we could ever turn to- and happens to be successful. No hate to Kimi, honestly, he could be amazing in F1 even if he’s not in F2, but it’s a risk. Max is the exemption because he’s the pinnacle everyone wants.

Max was a risk his first few years in f1 because f1 was his rookie season, and all the drivers took note and steered clear of him because if you were close to him there was a high chance you would crash- because he was still learning. (Nico 2016 nightmares 💔) Yes, he’s considered one of the best, even when he was young and now regarded by multiple wdc’s but they all knew he had to change his driving style because of how dangerous it was. We look at Logan and while he isn’t 17, he was bumped up to F1 way too soon. He crashes, a lot. Logan isn’t a bad driver per se, his f2 season was pretty good but if he were to stay another year in f2 I feel like it would’ve been a whole different story from today.

But the crashes is just one thing why I worry for kids in f1 (yes they’re 17 but hey, they’re still young) is that it’s a lot for mental health. FIA themselves had the age limit because of the backlash on the sport and so there wouldn’t be another Max verstappen. But lo and behold, they have a very talented and upcoming driver and they want to let him in- at 17- same reason why they wanted Max not to drive. I think it’s kinda hypocritical of FIA, but I understand that rules can change over time. But it’s the fact that their exception for younger than 18 yr old drivers is that they must be promising? promising? What a load of crap. Other well established drivers who could’ve debuted at 17 or maybe older but didn’t have enough points (because the points system is bs..) isn’t the same thing? Why weren’t they granted an exemption?

Though, I would like to point out I’m not saying I think max should’ve raced at 17 too. As much as I love his first few seasons and how development, he was not just a risk to other drivers but for himself. He’s a talented driver, but that could’ve gone wrong if he didn’t have the mentality that he had. Few were on his side and rumors were spreading that he would’ve been without a seat until he changed his style. Yes, he won a few gp’s and got podiums, all-in-all a skilled driver that deserved a seat but everyone focused on how aggressive his style is. He finally did change, after years of being in F1. This could never happen now in F1 because they would be kicked out before they could even try. People would react to like how they did with Logan or Nyck. Barely had a chance at F1 yet let’s kick them out and let other talent show. F1 is a tough sport, yes, but it’s also very hypocritical.

so yes, it would be tough for young drivers like Kimi. I don’t know much about his personality but the media is ruthless.

The same thing could happen to Kimi or any other young driver. Sometimes the real pressure isn’t the race itself but the media. A lot of drivers who weren’t even that young already felt this pressure. Albon is a great example. One reason why Red Bull wasn’t cut out for him is that all eyes were on him and always criticized him and it was so bad that he stopped social media for a while.

Kimi is a talented driver, but there is no rush in f1. New young talent is good for the sport but it should also not mean “let’s serve the plate raw” I guess this also shows how bs the super-license is but even then I believe the 18+ rule should stay. Though, the points system should be reworked… and the fact people can get exemption…

thank you for coming to my ted talk (I am a max fan guys not a hater 💔)

Oh my god, I was literally gonna make a post abt this (especially with the new allowance of 17 yr old that the fia has announced), and this is timed so perfectly. Anyway, u are literally never wrong ZB❌️ anon <3

Overall, you've covered literally every point I wanted to talk about, so I'm just gonna add a little bit on to the mental aspect to what uve said, but other than that, this summarises my thoughts PERFECTLY.

I feel like fans also forget how MUCH of a mental strain it puts on a driver to be promoted to f1 THAT young. when max got that torro rosso seat, it was like he was fresh meat and they were all starved predators, ESPECIALLY when they realised he was too young to properly control/ limit his answers to the media. There were SO MANY articles just absolutely CRUSHING him, like it's genuinely insane how bad it was. That kind of thing is not healthy for ANYONE, much less a CHILD. And atleast max was occasionally podiuming and doing really well, like look at logan (the poor boy) this man is getting absolutely VIOLATED by both the media and his team, and it's not even really his fault. It's the team's fault for bringing him up this quick and then leaving him to fend for himself the SECOND he's not doing as well as they wanted and needs emotional support.

The same goes for kimi, I get that he's a talented driver, but ppl need to chill. This boy still isn't properly used to f2 cars, uve made him COMPLETELY skip f3, and now ur talking abt promoting him to f1 next season??? He's sixth in the f2 standings rn, by the way. And I'm sorry, but giving him a seat in MERCEDES next year is both going to be so unfair to him (the media are gonna rip him from limb to limb if he makes even a little mistake) and to the other drivers who are much higher than him in the standings.

Anyway, I love u ZB❌️ anon, and thank u for letting me rant abt this😭 (I was gonna respond to this much quicker, but since I couldn't sleep last night, I thought 'oh might as well go to the park and just chill for a bit, reconnect with nature and all that shit' and then I ended up falling off one of those small hills so bad that I got a hairline fracture😭. So... never doing that again!)

Edit: LMFAOOO I SAW THIS RIGHT AFTER PSTING AND I JUST HAD TO PUT IT IN

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(I love Nora, she's so real)

[changbinsboobs]

Кто в SKZ является нейроотличным и к какому «типу» он относится

PLEASE THIS SUB-CLAUSE I BEG🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😔😔😔

Who in Skz is neurodivergent and what type are they?

Omg i just wann crawl into a hole and rot😭 i wrote SOOOOOOO much in this post. Sooooooo much!!!!!!!! And i went out of the app for a sec to check something and when i came back it was ALL gone😭 now i don't even wanna do it anymore😤 but still i have already committed so i guess im just gonna do it in a different format where i just give my quick opinion and then in a different post some other time explain in detail. I swear im so angry I've had this in my drafts for so long and everytime i start it somethmg happens and i camt fi ish it😭

*Also, put short, im not a professional nor a psychology major. This post is not based on tarot - all of it is based on my personal observations, experiences, opinions and the energy I've picked up from them from previous readings. Take it all with a grain of salt and remember i don't know the idols personally and i do not state facts. This is just a lighthearted post based on my opinion.

Chan - ADHD, OCD

He has mentioned the ocd himself while talking about red lights. He said tho that he thinks its not really ocd but something of that sort. In my experience ocd is heavily influenced by the level of dysregulation in your nervous system so if you're well regulated, even during stressful times, the ocd doesn't show as strongly as to be pathological. Once ur dysregulated tho it is definitely there and it depends on you how bad you let it get. So i for sure think he has it, its just not as intense for him to be diagnosed, which speaks good for him actually cuz i never thought someone under so much stress could keep himself so regulated, especially taking in mind his sleep and eating routine.

As for the adhd its just pretty obvious i think. Tho i believe he medicates it, espc since seungmin once mentioned something about chan having forgotten to take his meds today hence why he's all over the place.

Lee Know - On the spectrum

I did a long, long, detailed paragraph on autism and at the end described why i think lee know falls under it, but im so angry i don't wanna do it all over again right now. If you're interested on more details u can send a request and whenever i feel like it I'll do a post like that.

Changbin - On the spectrum

Same here, i just started to describe why i think he falls under the spectrum and then everything got deleted😭. Changbis paragraph is different tho. Why i think he's on the spectrum is because of his genius-like abilities in many if not all fields. He gives me wunderkind vibes. And i habe also picked up on him being the goat when he was a kid, but as he grows up the abilities and sureness he once had as a kid isn't there anymore or way less. Yk the autistic "trope" of being the wunderkind and them growing up into the burned out adult with so much lost potential. He give's me a bit of that vibe. He's also extremely sensitive and intuitive and has incredible attention to detail and patterns. He has such a unique sense for music and creation - in his field of music and rap he really is a genius. He calls himself a prodigy when little and i actually believe that (even if the members dont🥲😂) and even if he's very well liked by lots of people because of his great qualities as a human, he seems ufjfjf idk how to describe it. Like he's not integrated in with them (im talking about the group) but he's watching from outside. He's always the but of the joke, he's always the rejected one, he's always somehow different than them and doesn't quite fit in the group. In the sense that it feels like he doesn't get fully and completely accepted in a large group setting. I think he does grate one on one or in small 3 people groups, but once theres a small society - he's the left one out. I have so much more to say about all of this but once again - i think I'll leave it for another post when i get the inspiration for it.

Hyunjin - /

Han - Autistic for sure!

Yeah there's lots to unpack here to, cuz i habe so much "evidence" i think I'll actually might even do it on twitter as a thread cuz id like to include clips and stuff to be able to really analyse it, and here i cant really do that so - yeah look forward to it:)

Felix - ?

i have no fck idea to be honest. Maybe cptsd? But he also gives me vibes of dyslexia or something of that sort. Im not too familiar with it, so i can't say for sure but i have noticed he has speaking and learning problems so if you know any better than me please give suggestions. Cuz ain no way he's neurotypical. Also by speaking problems i mean I've noticed a difficulty in him of forming a coherent sentence or he just talks but its all nonsense.

Seungmin - /

I.N - /

[aidensteddybear]

Yul trying to push away the fact he's little with kai

if u dont write for kai then you can pick the cg

Regressor! Yul w/ Caregiver! Kai

Kai always knew when Yul was starting to regress. He knew when he needed to regress, he knew when he was regressing, and he knew when he was fully in that headspace.

It was so obvious, despite Yul thinking he was being good at hiding it. Kai understood why Yul often hid the fact he was regressed or regressing, he didn’t like feeling vulnerable.

The only time Yul admitted to being regressed was when he was so far in his headspace that he didn’t care and felt safe enough to admit it.

Kai could tell that Yul was regressing. One of the major signs that he was slipping was that Yul would become a lot more affectionate.

Right now, he was hugging Kai’s arm and laying his head down on his shoulder. Yul didn’t just do that out of nowhere, unless he was small.

“Are you okay, Yul?” Kai questioned as he looked at the other man. “I’m fine.” Yul answered in a sort of whispered voice.

“Are you sure? Are you..feeling little right now?” Kai rarely asked Yul that, since he would often get stubborn and deny it over and over.

He was really just hoping they were at a point where Yul wouldn’t have that reaction as he’s regressed in front of him so many times.

However, it seemed that Yul still didn’t want to admit to it, as the expression on his face quickly turned into one of a mix of offended and disgusted.

“I’m not.” Yul grumbled. “Believe me, I’m fine. You don’t have to keep worrying about me. I’m not a pathetic baby, I can care for myself.” He spoke with annoyance as he let go of hugging Kai’s arm and angrily crossed his arms.

“I know you’re not a..‘pathetic baby’. I was just asking because you seem a little..off today.” Kai responded. “Well I’m not!” Yul shouted, standing up from the couch.

“I’m fine! I’m not feeling ‘little’ or ‘acting off’ so just leave me alone and stop trying to embarrass me!” Kai watched in shock as Yul stormed off to the bedroom, where he aggressively slammed the door when he got in.

He didn’t know why Yul had the thought he was purposely trying to embarrass him, he had no idea where that came from.

Kai felt bad, he of course didn’t mean to make it seem like he was trying to embarrass him. He just wanted to make sure he was alright.

Kai got up and quickly went to the bedroom, where Yul had gone off to. He knocked on the door softly.

“Yul? I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to embarrass you. Can we talk?” Kai asked. He didn’t get any sort of response.

“Hey, if you want to be alone, just tell me. I’ll leave you alone, if that’s what you want.” Kai told him, however he still didn’t get an answer.

“I’m going to come in, okay? Say something if you don’t want me to.” Kai waited a few seconds for a reply that he never got, so he slowly opened the bedroom door.

When he looked in, Kai was met with the sight of Yul curled up in the corner of the room while glaring at him. Kai frowned as he went over to him.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, Yul. I only wanted to make sure you were doing alright.” Kai spoke, sitting down beside him.

“I was trying really, really hard not to be little. But I just can’t get rid of the feeling..” Yul quietly admitted.

“You don’t have to suppress it, Yul. You can regress if you need to, you’re safe to do so.” Kai told him. Yul shook his head.

“Don’t want to. It’s…it’s embarrassing…” He responded, his eyes beginning to well up with tears. Kai could tell that he was slowly starting to regress, since he only ever cried when he was little.

“Why is it embarrassing? I’m the only person around with you, you know I would never judge you for it.” Kai said. Yul shrugged. “Just is. Shouldn’t be acting like that.” He answered.

“Yul, if regressing helps you cope with everything that’s happened to you, you shouldn’t feel bad about it. Even if you “shouldn’t act like that”, as long as you’re safe and aren’t hurting anyone, it doesn’t matter. If it helps you, then it helps. You don’t have to feel ashamed over it.” Kai told him.

Yul stared at Kai in silence for a few seconds, before beginning to sniffle as small tears fell from his eyes.

“Jus’ wanna feel safe…” Yul mumbled out while quietly whimpering. “I know, little man. I know.” Kai held his arms out, which Yul immediately threw himself in as he began to cry.

“Let it all out, buddy. You can cry and scream all you want. You’re safe with me.” Kai spoke in a soft voice, a voice that really comforted Yul.

Yul cried for a while in Kai’s arms. The whole time, Kai let him. He was hugging Yul tightly and let him cry until he didn’t feel the need to anymore.

Letting Yul know that he was safe with him. And that he was safe to cry for as ever long as he needed to.

[k0r3s-smu1]

𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

Part 1

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?)

I don’t think he’d actually talk about his past unless you asked him about it.

If you two had just recently started dating, I see him hesitant to tell you.

But if you two have been going out for a while, then he’ll tell you everything.

As for other things, he might mention stuff about himself randomly, but if you want to know something, just ask him, he’ll tell you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Sometimes he’s passive aggressive with other people, but he has more patience with you.

Still, stupid behavior will irritate him. Especially if it’s in a dangerous situation and you’re supposed to be high ranking.

He loves you but don’t be a dumbass in battle🥰

But in other things, he has more patience. Even if you’re trying to anger him it’ll take a bit of work.

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?)

He definitely remembers more about you than any information anyone else gives about themselves.

But he’s still very forgetful. I’m sure you knew that though when you started dating him,

So don’t get mad or disappointed when he fails to remember certain details about you.

Seeing you saddened about this does make him feel bad though, so he started journaling things about you to use as reference. “What was y/n's favorite flower again..?” checks journal “ah, (f/f).”

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

You two were fighting in the Muzan battle together. You were both on the verge of death,

And teamed up, back to back. You told you him you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him… here, and in the afterlife as well. You two would go down together.

It was a beautiful confession of love, even if you were already dating him.

With renewed strength, you two fought the hardest you ever had. And survived. 

There was nothing quite like that smile of triumph you gave each other.

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

Protective as hell. This man won’t let any harm come to you.

You don’t have to worry when you’re with him, in public, on missions, at home. You’re always safe. The lives of other people should take priority as a demon slayer, not his girlfriend.

It goes against what he believes, but it’s such a hard choice, and ultimately it's you.

He’ll feel bad afterwards, but he needs you. He hates seeing you hurt in any way.

how could he save some random person over the one he loves the most?

He doesn’t want to be protected. He doesn’t think he needs to be. He’s strong, he’s capable, he’s gone through and seen a bunch of shit, don’t worry about him.

Just hold him in your arms, kiss him and tell him you won’t ever leave. That’s all the security he needs.

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

Not much effort, I admit… He’s very laid back, and as I described before, dates with him aren’t extravagant or overly romantic. It’s sweet and relaxing, taking comfort in each other's presence. 

It’s not too uncommon for him to bring you gifts; he’ll see something cute, think of you and buy it. This is spontaneous, he never really has thoughts like “Today, I’m going to buy something nice for y/n”. He enjoys cooking, cleaning, and doing tasks in general alongside you. He does want to help you, and he wants to be near you, so it's perfect. But anniversaries? Unless you mention it, I don’t think he’d realize it came up. And that goes for other special occasions as well, like your birthday.

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

Probably the fact he sometimes zones out during important conversations. 

You have to snap him out of it.

He might also zone out while you’re lecturing him about something, which is really irritating.

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

Not at all. He barely thinks about things like that. He has more important stuff to worry about.

He knows his time is valuable, while he’s concerned about his appearance, lives are been lost. It’s a waste of time.

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

There’s just something missing.

His life was brightened when you came into it, without you?

It’s just not the same. It’s dark again. It’s serious and gloomy and he’s missing all the new feelings you ignited in him. He misses your touch and your voice and your smile and laughter, he misses the warmness in his chest as you cradle him, now it's empty again.

Of course he feels incomplete without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

He can play the flute well if you ask him to. It’s relaxing and puts you to sleep.

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

Being happy and energetic is fine, but just don’t be super loud. He doesn’t like noisy people.

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

Sometimes you can hear him mumbling in his sleep. 

It’s really soft so most of the time it's incoherent. 

Also, his grip on you tends to be loose at first until you move, then it gets really firm.

so you have to wake him up for whatever reason.

What are your thoughts?