#the killer look™

[mistress-light]

I commissioned this lovely drawing of the one and only Tanta of Love: Cinta (from Forspoken) It's made by the very talented @cute-ellyna. It's based on my own screenshot.

I'm so very pleased with it!

[airenyah]

i need to talk about this line here for a second, because it's an attack on me personally. but not the english translation of it, no, it's the og thai line that really gets to me. because he says:

มันโอเค​นะเว้ย ที่จะมีความรักอ่ะ [man - oh-keh - ná wóiie • thêe - jà - mee kwaam rák - àh] it - okay - [particle] • that - will - be in love - [particle]

he specifically uses the term มีความรัก which is more like "to be in love". which means rather than "it's okay to love", this line is more accurately translated as:

It's okay to be in love.

and as someone who really really really struggles with self-acceptance for my own romantic feelings for others, this distinction is really important to me. i can deal with loving others. i love my family. i love my best friend (you really don't go here but hiiii @magsimags i love youuuu 😘 (i know you're rolling your eyes reading this as usual)(i don't care)(i love you)). i love my other close friend. i love my summer camp gang. i love my friend that style reminds me of. i love each and every single one of the friends i've made in this fandom over the past few years (you know who you are 💖). i KNOW it's okay to love. i do it all the time. loudly. as evidenced by the fact that i just HAD to tag my best friend in this post to publically tell her i love her even though she really doesn't care about my thai blorbos, just because i really couldn't NOT tag her to tell her i love her. anyway. i can love. loving is fine.

but to be in love??? that's a whole different story. having (in my case romantic) feelings for someone feels like a heavy burden. it feels humiliating. i hate it. i don't want it. it stresses me out. and the person i have feelings for especially can't ever know about it. see, i will talk about my crushes/romantic feelings, but mostly to family and friends (the better they know the person i have feelings for, the harder it gets for me to admit to it), and even then the word "be in love" won't ever come out of my mouth in my native language. in english it's easier, but in my native language i just can't say it. it feels heavy. it makes me cringe. being in love is horrible.

so when style said "it's okay to be in love" specifically? that was a punch to my gut. because this is a truth i have not yet managed to accept for myself. and if the person i had feelings for specifically told me "it's okay to be in love" so firmly and so earnestly? yeah, i would crumble too

[soufflegirl]

the science fiction part in the x-files is Mulder still having a job by season 4

[djevelbl]

as an undertale fan, i need u all to understand the PAIN i feel every time i notice THATS the thumbnail he used for the episode in which he kills sans

[hotsexyemogirl77]

╭──────────── ╰─➛✎﹏ | nsfw headcanons ! .°• ੈ♡₊˚•.

incl. jeff the killer, ticci toby, masky, hoodie, eyeless jack, ben drowned

18+ | minors dni

❦.♱ʚ♡ɞ♱❦

jeff the killer

" you look so pretty wrapped around my cock. you're such a whore for me, i'm gonna fuck you dumb "

-filthy mouth ,,, he's so graphic in bed

-always lets you know how good you feel around him <3

-he loooves watching your face

-his favourite position is definitely either missionary or when you ride him

-he loves face fucking i'm sorry he loves watching you take all of him

-likes watching you cough and tear up too

- big on degrading

-he loves edging either you're doing it

to him or he's doing it to you he goes crazy for it

-mean and dominate but he will never deny you pleasure

-you'd have to beg for it first though

-loves finishing on your face and chest

-loves being noisy he does NOT care if anybody hears you two

ticci toby

" fuuck, keep clenching around me like that, i promise i'm gonna fill you up so good just give me one more ok ¿ "

- he wants to be a dad sooooo bad (he wants to see you pregnant with his seed)

- crazy stamina he's at LEAST going 2 LONG rounds

- munch ™ but he likes loves to be all up in there. like All over down there

- very messy

- loves the idea of his and your fluids mixing together

- speaking of, he loves hearing the slick sticky sounds from them mixing

- lowkey kinda sick LMAO

- doesn't know where to keep his hands he's all over you

- he loves finishing down your throat or inside you (if you'll let him of course)

- his favourite position is doggy or reverse cowgirl

- switch dom leaning for sure

masky

" shut your mouth or i'll give you something to shut it with, i wont be bothered to be nice either about it sweetheart "

- if you think jeff was mean you have another thing coming honey </3

- big sadist

- wether him marking you up or him spanking you he's doing it all

- he especially likes spanking your ass

- he like seeing you in any position where he's in control

- likes spitting

- doesn't matter if you spit on him or vice versa he's into it

- hard dom loves seeing you so helpless for him

- likes seeing you cry or tear up

- likes the idea of handcuffs in bed

- rough and mean for sure but he knows when he's taking it too far

hoodie

" such a pretty thing for me, im sorry for being so mean you just look so good begging for me down there "

- likes head a little too much

- loves to see you begging or yknow, just on your knees for him

- sooo cocky

- he likes any position he can see your face in he has no preference for it

- likes gagging you but he rewards you for being such a doll about it <3

- he likes receiving more than giving but he likes seeing his partner happy

- he will do it because he likes returning the favour (he likes when you pull his hair)

- lowkey a masochist but he won't say it out loud

- he likes being bitten, marked up ect

- likes seeing your expressions while fucking, his favourite is when he first slips it in

- and when your eyes shut or roll back during it

- hard/service dom

eyeless jack

" look at you, so needy for me, if you ask nicely i'll give you what you want and more"

- loves the every sound you make

- every moan, whimper, cry ect

- big on telling him yourself what you want from him

- he gets a power trip from it

- doesn't make much sound aside from talking

- grunting, growling and heavy breather

- LOVES 69-ing and missionary

- loves marking you up either from hickeys or bite marks

- especially in places others can see them too

- likes keeping his hands your hips

- loves setting the pace

- service top/dom

ben drowned

" fuck yeah just like that angel, please don't stop you feel so good around me like that "

- switch sub leaning

- LOVES when you're on top

- whimpering ,,, and whining ,,

- he like cumming either anywhere on you or down your throat

- he begs a lot without having to ask

- very very eager to please you

- despite all that he can have his more dominate moments too

- loves doggy or literally just bending you over his desk

- LOVES LOVES LOVES biting, scratching, hickeys ect

- goes crazy when it's happening either way tbh

- loses it when you pull his hair it gets him so hard so fast

- likes to tell you how good you feel and are and vice versa call him a good boy

- loves under the desk support

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

so like. fnaf movie. after night five, all outside observers know is "this 30yo guy with severe anger issues + his 10yo mentally ill sister just walked out of his collapsing workplace with an unconscious, stabbed police officer, saying that someone inside the building tried to kill them but we can't get into the building to check. we went to their house and the aunt who was fighting for custody of the child is dead on the floor. the guy's career counselor is missing, as is his babysitter and her family and apparently they're all dead in the building we can't get into." and like. that all looks suspicious as FUCK however we know that in the few-weeks timeskip both mike and abby seem happy and fine so it's not like mike was arrested or anything. he seems to be more adjusted and is happily talking with her teacher so i doubt he's under stress of interrogation or anything

there's a lot of implications there that mike mighta pulled something but it's all circumstantial evidence at best. i'm sure in jane's autopsy and crime scene evidence they couldn't find any evidence of mike being the one to attack her, esp since it was probably just golden freddy bopping her in the head so they dont even have the weapon, and if she was strangled they'd be able to tell it wasn't by bare hands and they couldnt get prints or anyth. especially if golden freddy is a FULL ghost and thus left no trail.

mike would be smart enough to only tell the cops what they need to know without mentioning ghosts to sound crazy. abby might be more honest with the cops just bc of #autism but they'd be more likely to consider her talking about ghosts and imaginary friends as a child's way of coping, and they cant get anything out of her that would incriminate mike. ADD TO THAT that mike has wounds that are clearly defensive and is SUPER banged up and his wounds would likely match his story way better than evidence of him attacking anyone, AND that there's likely footage and witnesses of him being in the pharmacy and then driving to work (and thus not in the area to attack jane), AND if/when nessie wakes up she'll probably vouch for mike as well, and the cops dont have anything on him

though i DO wonder if they would have records of vanessa patching him up in the police outpost. if they do, that would also back up mike's story as it's 1) far away from the aunt jane crime scene, 2) confirms that he and vanessa were working together, so either she's complicit in Crime™ or his story is accurate and she was helping him save his sister. him going to defend her instead of calling backup is also consistent with his personality of getting triggered and jumping into action around child abduction, esp w/ his sibling in danger

considering what abby would probably say, AND the history of freddy's, it's likely that they would come to the conclusion of is "someone [likely the og kidnapper from the 80s] found out that the guy working at freddy's had a sister, kidnapped abby from her house while her aunt was babysitting and tried to recreate the crimes, his story of him and vanessa defending her and escaping vaguely checks out." whether or not mike would incriminate vanessa by mentioning her dad was the killer is up in the air, and there's obviously some huge holes that are left from nobody believing that there are ghosts in the building but that would probably be the eventual conclusion

but throwing that all away, it would be really, REALLY funny if the rest of the town, being really fuckin nosy and getting into the juiciest gossip they've had in decades, took one look at michael "big teddy bear falling asleep on himself" schmidt and said "there's no way. there's no way this guy murdered his aunt, stabbed an officer and then destroyed his own workplace, especially when he really needed that job and was on sleeping medication," and then turned around to look at abby "neurodivergent in the early 2000s (ableist af time period)" "vocally hates her aunt" "doesn't talk to anyone and claims that she can see ghosts" "vaguely possessive of her brother" "claims that she found the guy who hurt her friends and got him jumped by a cupcake(?)" schmidt and said "oh my god. it was her."

and nobody's gonna directly say anything but they've got cautious eyes on the situation and someone quietly slips mike a copy of the bad seed to see if he has a realization but instead he's just like "hey this book kinda reminds of that golden freddy kid lmao. wonder how he's doin" and then we smashcut to golden freddy kid poking springtrap with a stick

[pirateshelly]

As much as nearly every character she meets tends to act like there's something uniquely broken and wrong with Claudia, at no point does it truly seem to me like there actually really is? I mean, obviously she is extremely fucked up, she straight up went through a serial killer collecting trophies phase, but there's a level of fucked up that's sort of the baseline for every character in the show, and obviously being turned into a vampire as a child puts her at a unique disadvantage. But for all that everyone around her spends their time bemoaning how dreadful and doomed her life is, even Louis who genuinely loves her but also builds so much of his identity around feeling responsible for her Terrible Fate™, I really don't think she's like, fundamentally damaged any more than any of the other vampires are.

But Lestat is so unwilling to be wrong that every time her life hits an inevitable road bump instead of helping her through it he points and says "look! see! she IS a monster, I was right Louis, making her was a mistake!" (and I think he sees his own monstrousness in her but fails to also see her humanity)

And then Armand meets her and sees only someone who will inevitably lose her mind, so of course speeding up the "inevitable" and siding with the coven to plan her death is just a mercy, absolving himself of any blame. (and he projects his own frailty and desire for death onto her, failing to see her strength and her desire for life)

Which makes it so cathartic when she meets Madeleine, admits to her how broken she feels sometimes, and Madeleine's response is just. Well that's normal. Who isn't a little broken these days. Let yourself feel it, move on, let yourself feel it again if you need to. After spending her life having others act as if her emotions are something uniquely dark and worrying, Madeleine's incredibly blase attitude must have been such an incredible breath of fresh air for Claudia!

To spend her whole life being made to feel like something is Wrong™ with her, and then meet someone who's just like, "yeah, and?? Who isn't? Join the club I guess"

Which makes her death so incredibly tragic and frustrating because like. She was fine! She was making a life for herself! She wasn't doomed by her nature, she wasn't "doomed by the narrative" (whatever the fuck that even means), she was doomed for no reason other than that everyone around her (except for Madeleine) preemptively DECIDED she was doomed and never gave her a chance to prove them wrong.

[tryingtofindava]

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩*ೃ༄

(Includes: Jeff the Killer, EJ, Ticci Toby, Nina the Killer, Kate the Chaser.)

: ̗̀➛Back to source

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Wasn’t ready for it.

Like…

At all.

What are you actually supposed to do when you walk into your partner doing their makeup to look like you…?

He stared at the makeup around your mouth that was mimicking his cut smile.

He’d think it was real if he hadn’t seen the makeup brush in hand and the darkest red eyeshadow you could get on the vanity.

His exact words were:

“What the actual fuck are you doing??”

You explained the whole shower makeup thing to him. He personally thinks you’re weird for this. Why do your makeup just to wash it off?

He doesn’t come in your room anymore before you go in the shower…

╰┈➤ 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤

Another one who wasn’t ready for it.

He’d forgotten his scalpel for his… night activities…

“Hey, have you seen- … Why are you blue…?”

He stared at you intensely waiting for some answers.

He doesn’t know what’s going on since his eye sight is, like, REALLY BAD.

You drop the makeup brush, eyes wide. Blabbering about pre-shower makeup and how it’s practically a ritual.

Riiighhttttt…

He’ll laugh about it later though, won’t look at you doing your makeup the same EVER again.

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲

Woahhhhhhh!

“MY TURN!”

HIM NEXT, HIM NEXT, HIM NEXT!

He wants to have a go!

He loves when you do your makeup, he feels like he’s getting in on something he shouldn’t know…

You’ll be sharing the stool of your vanity, brushing the makeup brush against his skin. As he try’s to sit as still as possible giggling as the brush tickles his skin.

(I searched it up, people w cipa respond well to tickling.)

He over all just loves when you do his pre-shower makeup. He feels like he’s getting pampered.

He’s a chancer and will try to join you in the shower too. (It’s up to you how it goes though)

╰┈➤ 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

She came into your room to borrow you bronzer for her pre-shower makeup!!

She’s excited as fuck since she thought she was the only girl in the manor who did this.

“I’ll do yours if you do mine!!”

Girlys ecstatic.

Like with Toby, it becomes a ritual of sorts and you guys ALWAYS!! Have to do it together.

And before you guys head into separate bathrooms to shower, lots of selfies will be taken to remember each time.

Like a get ready with me shower edition™

╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

Knows exactly what’s happening when she walks in.

She knew all too well from witnessing this exact routine with Nina.

All she wanted was some loving from her girlfriend and now she has to wait until you wash all the makeup off during your shower.

That may turn into an everything shower due to embarrassment from getting caught.

“Pfft…”

She’ll snort out a laugh, before closing the door and coming back in after your shower.

Will tease you about it as you guys snuggle though.

✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

[rosierin]

stem wars | atsumu, osamu, suna

synopsis; osamu can tie cherry stems with his tongue so atsumu, suna and (y/n) try to one-up him.

this fic is part of the off-season quartet™ series! for more, click here :)

It started innocently enough.

The four of them were gathered around the dining table, bowls half-full of fruit, the soft drone of an animal documentary playing on the TV in the background. The narrator’s voice was mellow, British, and mildly bored:

“The leopard uses stealth to approach its prey, crouching low in the tall grass…”

Atsumu had one leg propped up on the chair, slowly chewing on a cherry, fully engrossed in the program. Suna sat opposite, slouched with his hoodie half-zipped, eyes flickering idly between the screen and the bowl. (Y/n) had a cushion behind her back and one of her legs tucked under her, snacking contentedly. Osamu was methodically pitting cherries and lining up the seeds on a napkin like some sort of serial killer.

The mood was calm. Peaceful. Nobody saying a peep—until a rogue thought crossed (y/n)’s mind.

Then—

“Hey,” she piped up, chewing thoughtfully.

She earned a chorus of hums, all varying in pitch and interest.

“Can you guys do that thing where you tie a cherry stem with your tongue?”

The documentary kept droning in the background.

Atsumu blinked. “That’s a thing?”

Suna glanced over. “Can’t say I’ve tried.”

Osamu didn’t even look up. “I can.”

(Y/n)’s eyes lit up, her grin spreading like wildfire. “You can??”

Atsumu looked personally offended, cast his brother a judgemental stare. “Since when?”

Osamu shrugged, picking out another cherry. “Since I’ve been eatin’ cherries.”

Suna nodded slowly, twirling one of the fruits between his fingers. “That’s pretty impressive.”

“I ain’t buyin’ it,” Atsumu scoffed. “I don’t see how it’s even possible.“

“No,” (y/n) insisted, leaning forward now, “it’s a legit thing! Some people can just do it.”

Osamu raised an eyebrow and plucked a stem from the bowl. “Wanna see?”

All three of them responded in unison:

“Yes please.”

“Yeah.”

“Duh.”

With all the nonchalance of someone tying their shoelaces, Osamu popped the cherry in his mouth. His jaw shifted slightly. A few seconds passed.

He stuck out his tongue.

The stem was tied in a perfect little knot.

Atsumu dropped his cherry pit onto the table. “What the actual hell—”

Suna blinked. “Damn. He can actually do it.”

(Y/n) let out a breathless laugh. “That’s sick!”

And just like that, the table descended into silly competition.

Everyone suddenly had a cherry stem in hand.

Atsumu was determined. He shoved one in his mouth, brow furrowed like he was solving a math equation.

“How the fuck are ya supposed to—”

“Don’t choke,” Suna warned, already working on his own attempt.

(Y/n) giggled. “Okay, wait—how do you even start? Do you fold it or just like… twist it around?”

“Use your tongue, obviously,” Atsumu snapped, still mumbling around the stem. “What else are ya s’posed to use?”

She snorted. “It’s harder than it looks!”

Osamu leaned back with his arms folded, watching like a proud sensei. “Just takes practice.”

Then, without warning, Suna casually stuck out his tongue—and lo and behold, his stem was perfectly knotted too.

“WHAT?!” Atsumu practically shrieked. “How’d you do that?!”

(Y/n) gave him a look, mocking his tone. “By using his tongue, duh. What else are ya s’posed to use?”

Atsumu shot her a glare.

Suna shrugged, completely unfazed. “I’m multi-talented.”

(Y/n) gasped. “Okay, what is this? How are the two of you so good at this?!”

Atsumu spat his stem onto a napkin, clicking his tongue irritably. “Mine broke. This is rigged.”

Osamu, grinning now, lazily spun his tied stem between his fingers. “Guess I’m just better at usin’ my tongue. No big deal, guys.”

(Y/n) choked on air.

Atsumu’s head whipped around. “Fuck off—”

Suna’s smirk grew three sizes as he brandished another perfectly knotted cherry stem on his tongue.

(Y/n) gawked, cheeks hot as she looked between the very smug Suna and casual-as-ever Osamu.

“What?” he said, too innocently. “Just statin’ facts.”

Atsumu looked personally attacked. “Nah. You both know what yer doin’.”

Osamu bit into another cherry, lips quirking. “Can’t help it if you’ve got a dirty mind.”

(Y/n) giggled helplessly, chasing the less-than-appropriate thoughts from her head.

Atsumu reached for another stem, undeterred. “One more. I swear ’m gonna do it.”

“Give up, 'Tsumu,” Osamu drawled. “Some people just don’t got it.”

Suna tossed a cherry into his mouth, casting a sly glance at (y/n). “Then there’s those who do.”

Atsumu groaned at his third failed attempt, lobbing the seed at the wall like it was the cherry’s fault.

Osamu clicked his tongue. “Ya better pick that up.”

Atsumu huffed, picking up another cherry with unnecessary force. “Not until I figure this shit out.”

(Y/n) stilled, tugging on their sleeves. “Guys—guys—the leopard is hunting.”

Nobody paid attention.

[devilish-cherry]

ᨳ♡₊➳ jujutsu kaisen x reader

ᨳ♡₊➳ crack with plot

"You hate your job. The pay is bad, your manager is worse, and customers are somehow both entitled and clueless. Just as you finish contemplating whether unpaid breaks are a human rights violation, weird new people keep showing up to the café. They all seem to know each other. Sometimes they talk in cryptic phrases. What the hell is this domain and why do they want to expand it? One time, a man with stitches on his forehead walked in, made prolonged eye contact with you, and then left without ordering anything. You’re pretty sure he was a serial killer. Another time, the one with white hair and sunglasses indoors mentioned a "higher mission", and you’re 90% sure this is how cult documentaries start. One of your regulars only speaks in weird food-related phrases. You assume he has some kind of medical condition, but no one explains anything to you. But you are not about to ask questions, because ignorance is bliss and also job security. And unfortunately, they are all weird and they seem very interested in coming back."

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ᨳ♡₊➳ or read on archive of our own!

The café always smelled like burnt espresso and despair.

This was, of course, not part of the marketing strategy. Just the natural consequence of a workplace where half the employees hated their jobs, the other half hated their lives, and you were a proud member of both categories.

The café wasn’t anything special. It was only a small, cozy place wedged between a laundromat and an even smaller bookstore that no one ever seemed to enter. It had decent coffee, passable pastries, and an espresso machine that made a sound like it was summoning demons every time it started up.

The morning rush had been a disaster, as usual. Some guy had ordered a "triple ristretto oat milk cortado with a whisper of cinnamon," and you'd fought the primal urge to ask if he wanted a therapy session with that. Then there was the woman who had stared at the menu for ten full minutes, only to proudly order "just a water" like she had done something revolutionary.

Like, sure, working at a café wasn’t the worst job in the world—there were no life-threatening situations (except for that one time Greg the Manager almost set the espresso machine on fire), and the pay was just enough to keep you from selling your left kidney. But there was something deeply soul-crushing about having to ask, “Would you like oat milk with that?” to people who wouldn’t hesitate to commit war crimes if you got their order wrong.

Still, you endured. Mostly because rent existed.

Now, with the lull between rushes, you were enjoying a rare moment of peace. There was only one customer in the shop: a guy sitting at the back, writing something aggressively in a notebook, occasionally stopping to stare into the distance like he was the main character in a tragic novel. You respected the drama.

Then the door opened, and you instinctively pasted on your Customer Service Smile™.

Two guys walked in. The first was a teenager with pink hair and a face that screamed "golden retriever in human form." He looked energetic, friendly, and like he’d never had a bad day in his life. He was smiling in a way that suggested he was either extremely friendly or about to ask if you had time to talk about your car’s extended warranty.

The second guy, though. Oh wow.

He was taller, older-looking, and had long black hair tied into pigtails. He walked in like a broken NPC. His movements were a little too stiff, like he was buffering between each step. Like he was following some kind of invisible instruction manual on "How to Act Like a Normal Person in a Café."

And was failing miserably.

His face was blank, aside from the faintly confused look in his brown eyes, and there was something weirdly intense about the way he stood there, as if he was waiting for someone to give him a quest.

You watched as the pink-haired guy - who had clearly dragged his companion here against his will - led them to the counter, grinning.

"Hello! Welcome to-" You trailed off when you saw the pink-haired one aggressively whispering something to his friend while gesturing toward the menu.

Pigtails nodded, his expression not changing even a little. "Understood. I will engage in an order transaction."

What.

Pinkie sighed. "Okay, man, just-just order like a normal person, alright?"

Pigtails turned to you. The eye contact was... unsettling. Not in a creepy way, but in a why does it feel like this man has never spoken to another human before way.

"Hello," he said, very seriously.

"...Hi."

"I am Choso. I would like a drink."

You blinked. "Uh. Yeah. That’s usually how this works."

Choso nodded slowly. Pinkie looked like he wanted to die.

"I will take... one coffee," Choso said, after a long pause.

Your deadpan stare could’ve rivaled the sun in intensity. "What kind of coffee?"

Choso blinked, staring at you like you had just explained quantum physics. Maybe he really wasn’t used to human interaction. Either way, it was kind of hilarious. "A normal coffee."

"There are a lot of normal coffees."

Choso looked at Pinkie, who was now staring at the ceiling like he was regretting every choice that had led him here. "Brother. What is a normal coffee?"

Pinkie groaned. "I told you, just say ‘latte' or a 'cappuccino.’"

"Latte or a cappuccino," Choso repeated, nodding.

"...Do you want latte or a cappuccino?" you asked. keeping your voice professionally neutral despite the immediate urge to start laughing.

Another long pause. Choso looked at Pinkie again. "Brother. Which one do I want?"

Pinkie ran a hand down his face. "Latte."

Choso turned back to you, face grave. "Latte."

You stared at him for a long moment, then pressed the button on the register. "Got it. One latte."

Pinkie, who you were now convinced was the only reason Choso had not accidentally wandered into traffic, exhaled like he’d just survived a war. "And I’ll take a cappuccino under Yuji, please!"

"Coming right up," you said, grabbing a cup.

As you worked on their drinks, you could feel Choso’s stare drilling into the back of your head. You stole a glance over your shoulder and, yep. There he was. Watching. Completely expressionless.

Yuji was whispering frantically. "Dude, stop staring, it’s weird."

"I am observing the coffee-making process," Choso replied.

"You’re making them uncomfortable."

Choso frowned. "I do not wish to cause discomfort."

"Then stop staring."

A pause. "Understood."

He pulled Choso toward a table by the window, where Choso sat so rigidly that it looked like he was about to be interrogated by the FBI. Yuji, in contrast, had already pulled out his phone and was scrolling through something with the casual ease of a person who had never been socially awkward in his life.

You caught Choso glancing around the shop, his brows slightly furrowed, like he was still adjusting to the idea of being here. The more you watched him, the more he reminded you of a stray cat—tense, a little lost, and not entirely sure whether he wanted to trust anyone.

Shaking your head, you set about making their drinks. It wasn’t until you brought them over that you noticed Choso still hadn’t moved from his original rigid sitting position. You slid his drink in front of him and waited, curious to see how this played out.

He stared at the cup. Slowly, his eyes lifted back to you. “What is this?”

You stared back. “Your latte.”

Choso blinked again. “Do I drink it?”

Yuji nearly choked on his cappuccino. “Of course you drink it! What else would you do with it?!”

Choso, apparently, had to think about that.

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Yes, it’s for drinking. But if you’d rather throw it on the floor, I won’t stop you.”

Choso took a long, considering pause before, finally, picking up the cup. He took a careful sip.

Then froze.

Yuji leaned forward. “You like it?”

Choso’s fingers curled around the cup, his blank face shifting just slightly, eyes widening, shoulders lowering. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he looked… moved.

"Brother. This is satisfactory." he murmured, almost reverently.

Yuji pumped his fist. “See? Told you you’d like it!”

Choso looked at you. "Barista. This is satisfactory."

"Uh. Thanks."

Choso nodded solemnly, like you had just exchanged some kind of sacred vow.

You raised an eyebrow, unable to resist the urge to ask. “You’ve never had a latte before?”

Choso shook his head.

Yuji sighed. “He’s been missing out on a lot of stuff.”

That much was obvious.

Still, you watched as Choso took another sip, eyes half-lidding as he savored it. For someone who barely seemed present in his own body, he was taking this latte very seriously. It was almost kind of… cute? In a weird, vaguely unsettling way?

You shook off the thought, taking your place back behind the counter. Missing out on a lot of stuff though? What did that even mean exactly? Had he been living under a rock? In the mountains? Was he raised by wolves? Should you be concerned?

When they finally left, Yuji waved cheerfully. "Thanks for the drinks! We’ll be back soon!"  

Choso paused at the door, looking at you like he was trying to process something. Then, after a long moment, he gave a slow, awkward nod.  

“Farewell, barista.”  

With that, they were both gone, Yuji chattering on about who-knows-what while Choso followed, silent and looming.

You let out a breath.

What the hell was that?

[signanothername]

Wait is killer not wearing pants in the latest drawing or am I looking at it wrong

Context

Help why would he not be wearing pants dhdhhdhdh

He is wearing his shorts™, but they’re 1- very very short, literally barely reaches the top of his thighs (you can see it in comparison to Color’s shorts in the linked post) and 2-pretty much loose, so when killer raises his legs, they fall a bit

That’s what’s happening there, plus, super sketchy, they get confusing when you look at it, so to ease your mind I outlined them in blue for you

Tbh even if he wasn’t wearing his shorts, he has bike shorts underneath his actual shorts (the outlined in red) so he’d be wearing pants anyway xgxggxgxgd

[mistress-light]

Forspoken • Endless Tanta Cinta appreciation

[fromduck]

Bunny™

(Yandere Vox x Reader)

(A/N: After 10 months…I have finally posted something related to Hazbin Hotel 😭. Also I have an exam and other assignments that are due tonight but here I am. 😭)

Tw: Slight Gore, Mild Suggestiveness, Valentino, if you know Hazbin Hotel well you know what to expect 💀

-unedited-

You know how Apple has Siri and Amazon has Alexa?

-I’m thinking about Vox with a darling who’s face is on all his products.

-Your basically the mascot for Vox Tech™ and is featured in a lot of advertisements.

-Think about Barbie and the many versions of her there are. Your Vox’s Barbie.

-Vox is promoting a new treadmill that is bound to torture you if you don’t run? Expect to see your cute little ass in gym clothes running cutely on the machine. Yelping when the robot smacks your ass every time you slow down.

-Vox is promoting a new blender? Expect to see you in a cute apron as you giddily wave to the camera. Placing the head of some poor sinner in the blender as you press a button. Blending his head to mush. You even pose cutely as some blood splatters on your sweet innocent face.

-Vox is designing some killer high heels that work as self defense? Like they have buttons that releases pepper spray or sheathe knives or any kind of weapon. There you are swaying your hips as you kick your foot out, your heels sheathing out a gun that shoots the camera.

-You’re everywhere.

-Billboards, advertisements, your face is known by all in the Pride Ring.

-If Vox’s name is on it, then you’ll be on it as well.

-Like all of hell that buys a phone from Vox Tech will have your voice on it.

-Anyone can put a name on you. Some assholes name you bitch, “Hey, bitch what time is it?” “It’s 12:00 pm! Have an amazing afternoon!”

-But the common nickname that has stuck on you is Bunny.

-No one knows who came up with it, but Vox liked it so much that he decided to claim it.

-So officially your name is Bunny™. Anyone that takes that name will be sued by Vox Corp, thank you~!

-But you don’t display any bunny characteristics, neither do you have any demonic qualities.

-You’re human. Or at least you appear to be.

-But there is an eeriness to you.

-Like you know all those people in the Mandela Catalog that mimic being human? That’s you but there’s a deadness to your eyes that freaks people out if they look too closely.

-On posters or promos you’re this cute little mascot with your frilly pink skirt and your cute poses. Bows in your hair and pink glittery makeup adorning your face.

-But even though your holding up a peace sign and you have this big grin on your gloss covered lips, your big eyes hold no shine. Not even a glint they’re just so dead. But that’s easy to ignore with how you look.

-Your exotic in a way, a human that has no place in Hell. A relic of the past for many sinners. No sinner will ever see a human again. But they at least get to see you.

-With smooth skin and blunt teeth. No horns or glowing eyes or a tail swinging behind you. You are everything human.

-Many sinners are drawn to you either by your humanity or your pretty face. You’re famous admired by all and lusted after. They want to see you, touch you.

-And Vox? He hates it.

-You know how Angel Dust is Valentino’s obsession? His big star? Well that’s you and Vox, but he’s a bit too much.

-In areas where Angel Dust can leave Valentino’s studio, your prohibited from leaving Vee territory. Ever.

-You’re already a mystery throughout the Pride Ring. They don’t know if your an actual living breathing human or sinner. They don’t even know if you’re real or just some A.I. that Vox created.

-Everyone knows you, but no one’s seen you.

-And Vox will keep it that way.

-At first when Vox had stumbled upon you. A freshly fallen sinner, he had taken advantage of your naivety and tricked you into signing your soul to him.

-He used your image as a joke. He knew a human looking sinner would bring in mass attention.

-And he wasn’t wrong. You did wonders for advertising.

-However, the more he spent time with you, the more obsessed he became. Everything about you was a breathe of fresh air.

-It was a break of the toxicity of the other Vees, with Velvette’s cruel personality and Valentino’s abusive tendencies, you were kind.

-There’s this golden retriever energy to you, wide soulless eyes that blink up at him. Even though your eyes give him the creeps it’s direct contrast against your bubbly persona. Always smiling never frowning. An energetic little thing.

-You always looked happy.

-Even though he owns your soul, anyone would think he never tricked you with how you treat him like an old pal. You show no hostility to him when you smile brightly at him. Showing kindness and obediently following his orders.

-He found it amusing.

-“Bunny, hop.”

-“Okay!”

-“Bunny, sit.”

-“Mhm!”

-“Bunny, jump down to the fourteenth floor.”

-…

-“BuNnY, NO-!”

-You were an interesting sinner.

-Before he knew it he was spending time with you every waking minute. You’d follow him to important meetings in Vox Tech and he’d be directly involved in any of your appearances to the general public.

-And the protectiveness possessiveness he held for you.

-“WHO THE FUCK PUT HER IN THAT DRESS?! SHE’S BARELY WEARING ANYTHING! THIS IS A COMERCIAL FOR A FUCKING REFRIGERATOR FOR FUCKS SAKE!”

-“Valentino said you wanted this, sir.”

-“ugh, of course he would- Sweety! Come over here! We’re gonna give you a new dress change, okay?” He coos to you.

-“Okay sir!” You say with a big smile, pulling down the extremely tight short dress down your butt. Placing an arm around your chest to make sure none of your breasts slip out.

-He grew attached to you. To an extreme level.

-He’s always has your hand in the crook of his arm. Walking with you while giving out orders to his henchmen.

-While working on paperwork, he has you sitting on his lap while you furiously play on your Nintendo DS (strangely enough you brought it with you from the human realm). Zoned in on a game about dressing and impressing.

-And he even got you a little cage to sleep in his room. Though in later months you’d be sleeping in bed with him.

-“Goodnight Bunny.”

-“Goodnight, sir!” You say giddily in your cage.

-Yeah, your an odd sinner. With your human look and your inability to be anything but happy. There was something wrong with you.

-And something even more wrong with him with how he keeps you in a cage when he feels like too many sinners are looking at you. He’d later understand that his possessiveness comes from his blooming feelings for you.

-He often wonders how you managed to get into Hell. There’s no hostile bone in your body. But he often feels immensely uncomfortable when you stare at him for too long. Those big soulless eyes, a mystery he will never get to the bottom of.

-Other than that, he loves being around you.

-But by the time he knew how much you meant to him and how he wanted to keep you for himself.

-Bunny™ was already so intertwined with Vox Tech that he knew removing your image would damage the company. Now he didn’t want that.

-So he kept you as Vox Tech’s main mascot, obsessively managing you as his biggest star.

-If he can’t have you all to himself than he will at least make you perfect. Make everyone else jealous that they can’t have you.

-It especially works with his fellow Vees to his misfortune.

-He has to fight Velvette whenever she tries to take you away for modeling gigs. Claiming that your a better model than the other useless ones she has.

-“Everyone else is not meeting my standards! I need Bunny! Don’t be a selfish prick, you flat faced asshole!” She screeches stomping her feet.

-“Well that’s not our problem isn’t it, Bunny?”

-“Whatever you want Mr. Vox!”

-Don’t even get him started on the weekly back and forths with Valentino who is hellbent on starting your pornstar career. Which never fails to trigger him into a rage.

-He’ll allow Velvette to use you for modeling her newest outfits (knowing that your face will bring in clientele) but he draws a hard line in porn filming. Which pisses off Valentino to hell and back.

-It’s a topic that has put more of a strain on his and Valentino’s relationship. What with the giant moth man throwing a tantrum and Vox fiercely yelling back at him that. Any meeting between the two has high tension every since you came along.

-Meanwhile you and Angel Dust would be drinking slushies in your dressing room. Slushies bought from the Vox Tech cafeteria, of course! You can’t leave remember!

-As the biggest stars of your respective soul owners, you and Angel Dust quickly became friends.

-He finds your human face cute and you think his white fuzzy face is adorable.

-Whenever the two of you have breaks and your respective bosses are busy, you both hang out. He’ll give you the latest gossip around Hell while doing his makeup and you’ll pretend to act scandalized even though he knows that you love the drama he tells you about. He is your only connection to the world outside of Vee territory. Without him you wouldn’t know anything going on in the Pride Ring.

-He thinks your a strange one that’s for sure. While anyone else would be sad about losing ownership of their souls, you seem oddly…cheery.

-Especially when he knows how you can’t leave the Vees territory and Vox is constantly breathing down your neck.

-He shudders at how closely the television demon has you monitored he wouldn’t be surprised if he’s constantly watching you. (He is).

-He’d love to take you out on a spin with Cherry Bomb. He knows you two would hit it off. He even entertains the idea of you going back with him to the Hazbin Hotel. Away from this place, away from Vox.

-He knows they’d like you. Especially Charlie.

-His mismatched eyes soften as you show him your Nintendo DS, excitedly showing him games that you play.

-You a friendly face in a room full of predators. He remembers all the times you’d cheer him up after a horrible day at the job. Bringing him takeout to his dressing room and giving him hugs. You would soothe his cryings and take care of any damage that Valentino bestowed upon him.

-The confident spider doesn’t make a mention of how you see “a weaker side” of him. Embarrassed of being seen in a crying heap and looking vulnerable. But you know he’s grateful when you never make a mention of it. Distracting him from the sad reality that is his life.

-He knows you get punished by Vox when you do sneak away but you don’t seem to mind.

-You’re a light in the dark cutthroat environment that is the Vee territory.

-But he wonders if you have a light in this dark place?

-When both of your bosses come back, you have to say your goodbyes. You give him one last hug before skipping to Vox. The demon that owns your entire existence.

-He’s dismissed by Valentino (with threats to come back of course) while Vox slides a possessive arm around your waist. His hold tight and unyielding. Angel Dust knows how much Vox can’t stand being away from you.

-You walk away with Vox, waving back at him. He sadly waves back.

-He knows that answer is a no when he sees your dull eyes. Big eyes with no light. No soul.

-Soulless soulless eyes.

[npookie0]

hi! i love ur work and cant stop reading them everyday :3 how do you think the kc li's would propose or react to you proposing?

MARRIAGE Proposals with the KC! li's.

Fluffy headcanons with the love interests when they propose to the reader.

Cws: Killer Chat! spoilers, mayhaps some blood (Ronin™)

Ronin Beaufort

The place: Ronin wouldn't be himself if he picked out a normal spot for a proposal, nah that ain't him. He proposed in the middle of a flower field, but not just any flower field. No. Surrounding the two of you were flowers dipped in blood, white petals soaked crimson, a sweet place turned into a massacre by the very man who was proposing to you. What a romantic.

The ring: A regular ring wouldn't be his style, too boring, too perfect. He needed the ring to be a reminder of him, handmade, gory, something that would just scream Ronin all the way. If he felt particularly silly, he would just bite the ring onto your finger, bite deep and hard, leaving a scar, his teeth forever on your skin. Still, if he wanted to make it something more special and less painful, he could give you a ring made out of someones bones, his victim's bones, fingers maybe, maybe some gore attached to it too, just a cute little piece of jewelry for you. Less creepy? Ah, but that'd be so boring, love. Alright, he'd make it, engrave some skulls into metal, paint it black and red, something imperfect because your love is just like that.

How would the proposal go? Ronin planned the whole day, he took you on a date first, just to build up the romantic value of the day, maybe a lil couple bonding murder, ripping out hearts from the bodies and using them to symbolise the love you two have for each other. Then he'd take you to the spot, prepared night prior to the proposal. He gets down on one knee, tells you how utterly rotten you are, how much he loves your rot, how much he loves you. You say yes (why are you here if you wanted to say no?) and then you kiss, kiss like there's no tomorrow, kiss like the world is about to end, blood in your mouth because he bit your lower lip, blood around you because he killed someone here yesterday. Destruction is the best form of love, destruction is perfection in this rotten romance of yours.

Maria de la Rosa

The place: She wanted it to be perfect, memorable, something for you to look back a few years after your wedding and smile. An intimate place with as little people as possible, it's your moment, no one should disturb your peace. A meadow, a beautiful cave hidden behind a waterfall, a place torn out of a Disney movie, a princess dream in real life.

The ring. Maybe the place is sweet, but it's still The Heartsick Angel we're talking about, the ring can't be too ordinary. A beautiful rose gold ring with a tooth instead of a diamond, something she partially made by hand. A wedding ring on someone's (cut off) finger, similar to the one she gave you for valentine's but this one way more grand. It's sickening and sweet, makes your stomach turn, but also the butterflies come back to life. She's so romantic.

How would the proposal go? She'd clear out her schedule as much as possible, dress up all nicely, favourite outfit, carefully done make up and all that. First it starts innocently, you go to a restaurant, ignore the paparazzi as much as possible, chat about your book and her new video ideas, ones that ae far from the beauty and fashion videos she usually makes. You go for a walk, somehow managed to scare away the paparazzi, she has her ways. Then, when sunset is near, she takes you to a very special place, asks you to close your eyes and allows you to open them once she holds an opened box right in front of you, there's the ring. Yo tear up, say yes, hug her, kiss her. It's sweet, deep, hungry. You want this romance to go for as long as possible, you want to grow old by her side, tease her with cannibal jokes, annoy her with Ronin, love each other forever. A life from a dream by your lover's side.

Valentin Viljoen

The place: He carefully handpicked the place, a private place full of greenery or art or both. A botanic garden he rented out all for only the two of you to enjoy, amidst flowers, trees, so many beautiful colours all around you. Maybe an art gallery, a room with only the best and most romantic pieces of art, but for him, you're the only one worth his gaze to linger on.

The ring: V knew that big didn't mean better, though if he could he would give you a ring with the biggest and most expensive gem on it. He only stopped himself because he didn't want to overwhelm you. V would pick an elegant ring, flowers engraved in it, looking like a metallic vine wrapped around you finger, or something more elegant, small stones all around the band and V.V. engraved on the inside, maybe even some words about the hunt that started your relationship or a date if the words are too long.

How would the proposal go? It's all carefully planned, he travels with you to England, he wants to do it in his home country, somewhere that feels more like home than anything. After a day spent on sight seeing and a dinner, he takes you to a botanic garden, suspiciously empty ("I wanted us to enjoy the beauty of nature alone.") You don't mind, it's not uncommon for him to do something like this. When you're talking about how fascinating the flowers are, you hear him cough to grab your attention, you turn around to see him down on one knee in front of you. He's flustered, but he will fluster you more with his love filled words, he prepared the speech long before he had the engagement ring ready, every word was well thought, he didn't want to worry about adding too little and adding too much wasn't a bad thing. You say yes, shy from all the things he said about you, he cups your face with his hands and kisses you, tender, sweet, promising something more to happen later in the evening. You feel yourself falling more and more in love with every second spent with this man.

Misaki Katsuo

The place: They thought of the place for long, made a whole list of their favourite places and crossed out most of the names right after. In the end she decided on an abandoned amusement park. The same park you burned down their assassin stuff, everything that held even the smallest memory of their previous job. They prepared it for the day, turned on the electricity and lit the whole place up, decorated it with stars, cats and anything that came to mind.

The ring: Misaki can't afford an expensive ring, nor did they want to. They love handmade gifts, they will hand made your wedding bands if they'd want to. The ring is crocheted. Who needs a big diamond when you can have pretty flowers, or any pattern they'd like to make it out to be? They were gathering info on your favorite colours, flowers, anything that'd help them make this project possible. She wanted to give this her all, after all you would wear this for like forever after the proposal!

How would the proposal go? They pick you up from the airport, laugh at how tired you look, embrace you with all the excitement in the world. Misaki would let you rest in her place if you were too lazy to go to a hotel, or more trick you into sleeping in her trailer ("Why go so far when you can cutely sleep in my arms?") The moment you wake up, there's only chaos, they take you around the city, grab food with you, make wishes in a temple with you and then take you to the abandoned amusement park. You're in awe of the place, excited to test the rides that shouldn't work but somehow still are. Once you're on the Ferris wheel and you can see most of Tokyo from the top, they propose, it's awkward, they're shy and anxious if you will actually marry them (of course you will, you love this silly goof too much.) They hug you and hold onto you even after you make it back to their trailer (police probably tried to catch the people who used the theme park but you somehow escaped.) The rest of the night you spent looking at the stars and planning your life with Misaki by your side. Chaotic life with your even more chaotic partner.

[velveteenoutlaw]

i gotta ramble about Morston for a second. so i played rdr2 a little after it released and didn't interact at all with any fandom content until recently. but i just knew Morston was THE SHIP™ for not only Arthur and John, but RDR2 as a whole.

the whiplash i got when it turned out that Morston is not in fact the most popular ship, but the ship that's kinda "normal" to shit on?

like i thought the two that have known each other for ~15 years, the two that bicker like an old married couple at every chance, the two who share the same trauma of orphaned street kid groomed into killers by a cult leader, the two that stand together when everything falls apart, who in a final act of love one gives their life so the other can escape, would be THE ship.

i'm sorry??? sacrificing your life in an attempt to buy a little time for the other is not the most romantic gesture?? and John going after Micah to avenge Arthur's death, years later bc apparently Arthur is a wound that still hasn't healed is not romantic as fuck??? despite having a wife, son, and ranch.

like is there any other reason besides "tHeY'rE liTeRaLlY bRoThErS" and a 10 year age gap in 1899?? i really thought R* made the perfect storm for a beautiful and tragic ship with them. :(

as soon as John is back on his feet, he's asking Arthur to do a job with him. he gives a cute little uwu when he's praised. Arthur throws in a jab and they both laugh it off. UGH.

when Cornwall's men have a knife to John, he doesn't flinch, he doesn't even blink. he looks at Arthur and fucking knows Arthur's going to save him. wholly trusting someone with your life like that is not romantic??

i love the missions when Arthur and Sadie are prepping to break John out of Sisika. Arthur gets in a goddamn balloon just to catch a glimpse of Johnny. yeah yeah it was to make sure he was there. but was it not an incredibly reckless/dangerous thing to do? fly a balloon over a penitentiary full of armed guards??

the way Arthur says "Quickly followed by Marston!" when Sadie was talking of Colm's hanging. oh my goddd he loves that boy

how softly Arthur says John when he finally sees him in his prison stripes.

the fact that John was the reason Arthur finally defied one of Dutch's orders. the "I felt different". he didn't even let Dutch finish scolding him before cutting him off. and he felt different. idk he could have said thought instead of felt. but there was no thinking with it. he knew he had to go get John.

i don't get it!! how are they not THE SHIP™??

anyway. if u made it this far, i'm so sorry u read all that lmao what made u ship Morston tho?? for me it was when Arthur threw John over his shoulder like he was a sack of potatoes u//w//u i knew it was over for me. then that damn sheep herding mission. sunshine. fucking kill me.

[softly-sirius]

Hellooo I’d like to request a how the bear staff treats you on your first day of your period pls thanks!!!

Hi Anon, thank you for your request and your patience. If I've missed someone you really wanted please reach out and I'll do a follow-up :)

How The Bear staff look after their partner on their period? (Gn)

Currently on shift: Carmen, Marcus, Sydney, Richie, Fak, Luca

18+

TW: This piece talks about reader having a period, which is not solely a female experience so I have tried to keep this piece gn. While I haven't explicitly written anything suggesting reader deals with gender dysmorphia or trauma relating to getting their period because I don’t feel at all qualified to write about that, I also have tried not to include anything that denotes the reader as presenting as female. Please reach out if there is anything I’ve missed 

Carmen

He’s… confused, but he’s got the spirit. 

You’re his first proper partner so it takes a while for it to click

Doesn’t understand why you keep going to the bathroom all day? Was it something he cooked?

Doesn’t understand why you suddenly want to sleep with clothes on? 

Why do you constantly want to suck him off for nothing in return?

Why do you keep getting so upset over something insignificant?

Why are you taking so many painkillers?

How come you’re constantly talking to Marcus about chocolate? 

As soon as he works up the nerve to ask you about it, you’re back to ‘normal’

It’s like clockwork, every single month

Then one day he’s talking to Richie….a day that will live down in infamy and Richie tells him what's up. 

Carmen never mentions it, but soon enough he’s cooking up food with high iron content. 

Bringing home Marcus’ ‘leftover’ desserts (he asked Marcus to make them just for you)

He’s offering you his nicest sweats and buys a soft blanket for his apartment. 

You think nothing of it until he asks you to check his phone for him and you see the webpage he’d had open about period side effects and how to treat them. 

Suddenly all the peppermint tea in his cupboard made sense. 

He’s such a secret sweetheart and he’ll deny it if you mention it, but he would do anything to make you feel better.

Sydney

She really, truly, gets it. 

I feel like your cycles align

It’s great because she always has what you need. 

Pain-killers, pads, tampons, cups, period underwear, pills, whatever method you use you have each other covered. 

Who knew boiling each other's menstrual cups could be so romantic? 

Matching little period pouches, that Syndey probably embellished especially for you

You both make little cocoons on the sofa out of blankets and cuddle

She’ll make you packed lunches for work with iron-rich foods

You both kind of know when the other is approaching, emotions are a little stronger than they would normally be, so you’re always supporting each other through it 

Candle-lit baths together with no over-head lights and soft music

Fak

He’s a giant teddy bear and a human space heater 

He is an essential part of your period survival strategy

If he even dares to leave the apartment on the first day of your period, he gets the silent treatment for the rest of it. 

He will happily have you wrapped around him like a koala, and if he needs to move and get something he just carries you and your blanket with him. 

Luca

Prince/ss Treatment ™

Sweet nicknames

Backrubs

Never makes you stand up to get anything if he can help it

Copious amounts of chocolate

Brushes your teeth for you, after eating copious amounts of chocolates

Kneads your stomach like dough 

Kisses you until you're sick of it

Cries with you at the sad movies you insist you can watch

Sways you in his arms

Will happily hold your lower body in place when you need to stick your head outside the window to get some fresh air to stop the nausea. 

Marcus

Ultimate Prince/ss Treatment ™

Anything you want, you will get and he will make it from scratch

Fluffy socks warmed up in the tumble dryer

Heating pad

Massages

Kisses

Cuddles

You pick what to watch all day, no complaints

He will run you a bath, get your pyjamas ready for you and let you cry into his shoulder when you’re overwhelmed by how sweet he is. 

Styles your hair for you (if applicable) to keep it away from your face

Richie

A possible controversial take, but will bring it up before you if he sees you suffering

He just does not care, he had a wife and has a kid, he will not be grossed out

If you feel embarrassed about it, you get over it quickly with how casually he talks about it

If anything aches his fingers are massaging it before you can even ask

He will buy you pads, tampons, whatever you need, he’s proud of it because it proves he has a partner. 

If he sees you boiling your mensural cup in a pan, he’ll take it upon himself to do it for you.

He’ll just boil it while cooking up his scrambled eggs in the morning

He probably even just put it in the dishwasher…and promptly bought you a new one. 

It’s the colour of his eyes because he’s romantic like that, kind of wanted to get it personalised too, just for shits and giggles. 

You bleed on his sheets? Who gives a shit, c’mon give him a cuddle

You bleed through in public? No problem, he is standing behind you with his hands on your hips so no one can see, or giving you his hoodie to tie around your waist. 

Will give you shit for how emotional you get, but he gives you shit for everything so if he didn’t it would feel even weirder. 

He has it marked on his calendar, his wall calendar because he’s old school.

He’s not always one for words, but the way he gently rubs his thumb over the bump of your tummy for hours without even mentioning it, eyes glued to the TV, but lips pressed to the top of your head? Words couldn’t do justice to how precious that makes you feel.

Still Hungry? Here is our Menu:

Would you love me if I was a worm?

Would you peel my orange?

Will you watch Barbie with me?

Wiping off their kisses

Are the bear staff jacked and kind?