#they deserve to be sappy and affectionate absolutely

[councillor-roland]

It had taken Roland no time at all to become as attuned to Rhys as he usually was so he could tell that the witch wasn't quite as joyous as he was pretending, caught the furrowed brow and the way he looked at him. Perhaps he didn't quite buy Roland's dissembling about his state and his outfit did indicate something outside the norm. It was clearly the right thing to do, however, if Rhys already felt bad and this was supposed to be happy. They were finally back together, all they should be doing was delighting in each other. Roland almost brought something up about that when Rhys leaned into his touch and their eyes locked and all the words evaporated as he returned that adoring look. He felt like he could happily fall into Rhys' eyes. He frowned just a little at the qualifier of 'that long'. Hadn't they just agreed to never part? And an offhanded mention of his mortality that Roland tried not to let strike him like a blow. "Never leave me again at all, for any length of time." The kiss to his palm eased him a little and then...there it was. That smile, that beautiful smile that had been part of the reason he'd been so drawn to Rhys in the first place. Roland had missed it terribly. He mirrored it with his own smile as Rhys drew closer, chuckling a little at the words. "Would I get one if I did?" How easy it was to tease and he couldn't help kissing those smiling lips for just a moment before he pulled back. "We can go right now."

No sooner had the words been spoken then he wrapped his arms more tightly around Rhys and whisked them to his suite with vampiric speed. It was a maneuver he'd pulled many times before but it wasn't until they were standing in the midst of it that Roland realised...well, the state of things. He'd momentarily forgotten but was reminded quite suddenly with the stale smell of smoke, the dirty dishes, the bloody couch in the corner, the broken things on the floor. He took it all in hopefully before Rhys could notice and with another burst of vampiric speed pushed him up against the nearest wall (not enough to hurt but a little roughly, he knew what Rhys liked) and kissed him hard. It was partly a distraction but also an expression of true desire. They'd been apart for far too long and it made his heart sing to be pressed up against Rhys like this, to hold his face in his hands and kiss him with all the passion he'd lacked in the last three weeks.

‘Been better’ remained part of Roland if his current wardrobing was also to be taken in consideration – the usual exuberance was toned down, uncharacteristically palatable and Rhys felt a further pang of guilt register despite Roland’s rising elation at the confession and much-needed reunion in all its glory. Rhys wished desperately that he could bring himself to match Roland’s levels of unparalleled jubilation but the binds of his guilt held too firm a grasp upon his conscience to allow it. ‘Every moment without you was… trying’ the pause hadn’t gone unnoticed and Rhys tried not to hone in on it, his brow furrowing for a second before he schooled subdued happiness firmly back into place – now wasn’t the time to let the mask slip, this was meant to be a happy occasion. Dropping his gaze to scan it over Roland from head to toe and back again, the witch made a quiet noise of contention but didn’t press further, not yet, choosing instead to make the most of the present despite the nagging of his clouded conscience. For now, at least, he'd allow himself this one small joy.

Rhys leaned fondly into Roland’s touch as he gazed longingly up at him, the continuous ache of each minute spent without him in immediate proximity now seemed as if it were an affliction suffered lifetimes ago, but then again, the magnificent radiance of Roland’s presence always managed to render Rhys some degree of adoringly magnetised no matter how familiar they were with one another by this point. “That’s the last time it’s ever gonna happen. I’m never gonna leave you for that long again. I promise you that now, cross my heart and hope to– well, you know how that one ends. The point remains true, though.” Turning head to press a light kiss to Roland’s palm, Rhys straightened up to close the remaining few centimetres of distance between them again, a smitten smile settling comfortably into place as he allowed himself to tap into the depths of his love for Roland and really feel it for a change. “When were you thinking of being a gentleman and inviting me back to yours, anyway? Were you expecting a handwritten request?”

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hi!! can i ask for some Jennifer check x reader who had a bad day with cuddling ?

absolutely you can! please enjoy 🥰

Cuddle Bug (Jennifer Check x gn reader)

Warnings: slight hurt/comfort, reader has a bad day but it's not specified what happened exactly, brief kissing, Jen is very affectionate with the reader and uses a ton of pet names

You'd had an awful day (the worst, in fact) and there was nothing more that you'd love to do than turn into a pillbug so you could curl up into a ball and escape everything for a little while. There was something that was stopping you from doing that, however. Or rather, someone.

"Come on, open up!" Your girlfriend called out as she pounded on the front door to your house. "Don't make me break the door down, I just got my nails done."

You groaned at the loud noise before rolling out of bed, knowing she wouldn't leave until she got what she wanted. Jennifer was standing with her arms crossed when you opened the door, though she quickly flung herself forward when she saw you.

"Baby," she greeted in a low purr as she wrapped her arms around your neck, giving your cheek a kiss. "I missed you so much."

"You saw me yesterday," you pointed out matter-of-factly, which caused her to let out an annoyed huff.

"Yes, I'm well aware I saw you yesterday, but that still doesn't mean I don't miss you when you're gone." She pulled away, frowning slightly when she saw just how gloomy you seemed. "What's with the long face?"

Letting out a sigh, you responded. "I've had an awful day, alright? Which means I'm probably not going to be any fun to be around right now."

"Aw, baby, don't say that. You're always fun to be around, even when you're feeling grumpy."

The tiniest of a smile formed on your face at her words. "You're too sweet, Jen. I don't deserve you."

"Yes, you do, cutie," she insisted while moving her hands to cup your face, playfully squishing your cheeks. "Since you're not feeling good, we can do whatever you want for once, okay?"

That showed that Jennifer really did care, as she was usually very persistent about doing what she wanted to do. "I love you, did you know that?"

"Of course I do," she replied as though it was obvious. "Now let's go to your room so I can love on you without having to worry about any of your family seeing it."

A few minutes later, the two of you were snuggled up together in your bed. Jennifer was watching some sort of trashy reality show on her phone while you were curled up beside her.

"You're such a cuddle bug whenever you get upset," she commented when you snuggled up closer to her, your face pressed into her side.

"Yeah, I know," you responded in a muffled voice, making it clear from the way you had your arms wrapped tightly around her that neither of you were going to be getting up anytime soon.

"My cute little cuddle bug," she sweetly cooed before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head. "As long as it makes you feel better, you can stay cuddled up as close as you'd like."

End notes: I intentionally made Jen really sappy and sweet in this so if she's somewhat out of character that's why

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レイチュリ (Dr Ratio/Aventurine) rambling 🛁🦚

When it comes to Veritas, it's the things he doesn't say that are the loudest.

It's the way he tucks Aventurine into his arms; lips pressed to his messy blonde hair and breath fanning across his nape. The weight of him warm and light in his embrace. He holds him to his pulse, and Aventurine falls asleep to the sound of his heart. In the morning, the blanket will have shifted, as always, cradling him in the place of his good doctor.

It's the way Veritas always has breakfast with him, even when Aventurine tends to rest well into the morning. "I will be five system minutes late because of you," He will complain, as he discreetly moves a portion of his meal to Aventurine's plate. Then he will wait by the door, leaning down expectantly as Aventurine reaches up to place kisses along his cheek.

It's the way Veritas looks at him. His gaze doesn't soften. It grows more focused. He looks at every mole and scar like how man must have looked at the first dawn of creation. How worshippers look to the stars. And its not only for a fleeting moment; Veritas has spent nights losing sleep, poring over every inch of skin like he does with those studies he loves so much. Sometimes, when he thinks Aventurine isn't paying attention, he'll put his book down to watch his gambler flitting about in their home.

I love you. Veritas doesn't say. But Aventurine just knows.

this is self indulgent. the weeks have been drawing longer and longer, and they seem to drag on so slowly. so i'm sorry that this is so silly. but i cannot help it, i think that after everything, these two deserve a softer epilogue.

Dr Ratio Veritas is a sappy sap and an affectionate husband, but it comes off more in action than in words. He absolutely will NOT have a good day without his morning kisses. He is still a bastard but he is Aventurine's bastard.

[prismuffin]

I feel like Tim Drake doesn't get the love he deserves, So could you possibly do a Tim Drake x affectionate Male Reader?

Tim hasn't really got a lot of positive attention while growing up, so I like he would get absolutely flustered when the Reader treats him gently. Like never yelling at him mean he gets angry. As well as treating him like he's made of glass, while patching him up after a mission. Or staying up with him all night so he isn't too lonely while doing research.

Summary: Reader is a sweetheart and the reader's kindness makes Tim fall head over heels.

Bonus points: Reader likes to stay up with Tim, because Reader suffers from night terrors. So when Tim asks about it, reader tells him, he's comforting to be around.

A/n: ofc i can do that for you! I hope you enjoy it thanks for being thorough and even including a summary!!

Loverboy

Tim Drake x affectionate!male!reader

( summary: Reader is a sweetheart who's kindness causes Tim to fall head over heels. )

Warnings?: breaking of glass, Tim being all sappy, tooth rotting fluff, mentions of injuries but no details

!-!more under the cut!-!

He doesn’t know what he did to deserve an amazing boyfriend like you.

That’s what Tim thinks as he watched you pick up the glass of your favorite snow-globe off the ground. His stress has made him very clumsy lately and he hadn’t realized it moved from its usual spot on the desk and so when he turned with a clipboard full of calculations and heard something shatter his heart dropped when he realized what it was, your head snapping in his direction. You rushed over but instead of dropping to your beloved snow-globe you immediately started checking him. Asking him if he was ok, he almost couldn’t believe it. He’d stuttered out apologies but you just waved them off saying how you thought he was hurt before kissing his cheek and noticing his fatigue. You asked him to go lay down which he didn’t want to do but with the promise that you’d join him after you cleaned this up, he folded. So here he sat, in a chair in the corner reminiscing about all the times you’ve helped him like this.

Like that one time he’d gotten back from a mission especially hurt. He expected you to be asleep, thinking he’d just patch himself up before joining you in bed but he was soon surprised when your form rushed over to him. You’d asked him if he was alright and ended up tending to his wounds. He found out later that you’d stayed up past 1am just to greet him when he got back. You’d shush him with small kisses whenever he winced in pain, apologies slipping past your lips. His heart fluttering at how delicately you touched him, as if he’d break. He knew he loved you but it was shocking how you can make him fall in love all over again.

He sighed, thinking of another memory of you and him. Batman had asked Tim for help on a certain project to upgrade the Batmobiles tech. You’d brought him coffee but soon switched to tea when it was getting primarily late so that he didn’t get burnt out. He watched as you yawned, leaning your head on your arms. Your eyes weren’t closed, you were simply staring at him as he talked about what he was working on. He knew that you didn’t understand everything he was talking about but you still listened and even gave him ideas when he became stumped. Checking the clock and noticing the lateness of the night he asked if you were gonna head to bed soon. You’d shaken your head and told him that you were gonna stay up with him so that he doesn’t get lonely and drown himself in his work which you noticed he tended to do. He could’ve cried right there watching you get up and stretch, grabbing his empty cup before heading to the kitchen to refill it. He sighed lovingly as you walked out of the room.

It was the little things, he concluded, the little things that made him head over heels for you. Like when he’s training with his bo-staff and you come in with water and orange or apple slices, asking him to take a break and recharge for a while. You’ll stand by him, holding the plate while he eats, complimenting him on his form and moves and even comparing it to how he was last week to show that you really were aware of his progress. What shocked him the most though was when you learned some basic bo-staff, knife, and katana moves so that he could train with a real life partner to help with his agility.

Or the times when he'd wake up from night terrors, vivid visions that plagued his mind at night. A frown made it's way to his face as he thought of them, though it quickly fizzled out as he remembered that you were there too. A light that drowned out the darkness of his thoughts. You'd been there for him when he wakes up crying and sometimes even screaming, calming him down and telling him that everything will be alright because you're there. The nights he'd find you watching over him as he slept to make sure that he'll be safe even in his dreams.

"Timothy!" He jumped, your yelling shaking him from his thoughts. "huh?" "Geez I've been calling you ya know." You frowned, "are you alright T?" Your rubbed his shoulder "you know you can talk to me about anything right?" He let out a breathy laugh, feeling one of your hands cup his face. He leaned into the touch, a hum falling from his lips as he smiled. "I know...it's nothing bad I'm just thinking." he shrugged, "about what?" You asked, and he smiled, his eyes stared into yours like a lovesick dog, his grin lopsided. "You." "Me?" He nodded, "I was just thinking about you, and how you treat me." Your eyes widened and your eyebrows raised. "Uhh- Did I...do something wrong?" He shook his head, "you're too good to me. Always worrying about me even now." Your eyes softened and you smiled, "well of course I worry, I care about you a lot you know." You kissed his cheek and he chuckled- mumbling an 'I know' back before standing and pulling you along with him. "Let's head to bed yeah?" He asked and you nodded, taking the lead and pulling him away to your shared bedroom.

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Gavi Fluff Alphabet

The long awaited and highly requested. I can't bring myself to write smut rn tbh. Like my head is pounding and I'm about to vom. So sexy. Please keep expectations in the dirt so I can exceed them with my sleepy writing.

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a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

I don't think Pablo is the type to show much affection in public

He's still quite young and shy, not eager to be teased in person or online about PDA

I think affection in public would be limited to hand-holding, maybe a side hug

Even the gentlemen stuff would escape him in an effort not to come across too sappy.

Like he'll hold your bags, but you're getting your own doors

In private though? Man is a teddy bear

Attached to you

Always wants to be touching you in some way - sitting too close, laying on your lap, anything

Will actually pout if he's not given kisses and affection hourly

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

Scary dog privileges but as a person

Would always be FaceTiming you just to have your presence there in the background

Sends you at least 20 tiktoks a day because they remind him of you

Always pays when y'all are out

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

Absolutely necessary

Actually so touch starved that he might die without some quality time from you

Started out with you wrapping yourself around his shoulders to get his attention (since he's confirmed always on his phone)

Now you'll be minding your business and feel him wrap his arms around you

Like to be the baby, laying on top of you, getting his hair played with

Prefers when neither of you have a proper shirt on so the two of you can share body heat

Must be a separate activity from sleeping - Gavi get's too hot and restless in his sleep to cuddle

Age regression - literally a little puppy when he’s in your arms, responding in nods and whimpers

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they around the house?)

Pablo cannot imagine settling down right now

He loves his youth and his job and his freedom

But looking at you in his house, laying on his couch or waking up next to him, he thinks he could get used to this

Quite lazy around the house tbh

Regular teenage boy; does the bare minimum to not be living in filth

Very good about one thing: dishes.

Fun fact: gavi seems like the type to be afraid of cockroaches and other critters, so he’s amazing at doing everything to prevent them from entering his house

Baby steps towards domesticity: letting you stay over, then buying you a toothbrush, then a drawer, then a key to the front door

e = ending (if they had to break up with their s/o, how would they do it?)

Pablo is not good at feelings or confrontation

So if he ever needed to break up with a girl, he would do it indirectly

Probably over text or through a phone call, because he doesn’t know how to handle heartbreak

If it was in person, he would do it in public, buying you a meal or coffee before breaking the news

He would always repeat how it’s a problem with him, how he needed to figure himself out, and how there was no blame on you

Getaway car waiting outside

f = fiancé (how would they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

Rather terrifying prospect for pablito

Wants to have his own accomplishments in his career before he looks to lock you down

Type to give you a promise ring on a necklace

“Princesa, im going to be the best someday, and you deserve nothing but the best. So wait for me until I get there?”

Not the type to do long engagements - as long as it takes to plan the wedding and that’s all

Once he proposes, he wants you to be his as soon as possible - Mrs. Gavira can’t come soon enough

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically? Not so gentle

Forgets that he’s gone through a bulk period and he now has a lot of muscle

Still play fights like he’s a scrawny 14 year old, occasionally being too harsh

Everything is a little too intense but that’s what makes it Gavi

His hugs are a little tight on your ribs, his grip restricting the blood flow to your hand slightly

But you love it all the same because it’s him

Emotionally tho? My man is a marshmallow over an open flame

Still young and rather volatile - emotions are right on the surface

His happiness is immediate and overflowing, radiating even

But when he’s sad or anxious? His whole being changes

Sad eyes, dropped shoulders, crossed arms - be was a different person

Tries to be as gentle as possible with your feelings because he didn’t want to lose you or compromise what y’all have

Also wants to establish a dynamic where you two are gentle with each other

Because otherwise he’ll break down and close off from you entirely

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

Any Gavi girl knows what I’m about to say

Man loves hugs

Adores them

Occur every time he sees you

What type of hug?? Girl

You know the one

One arm around the waist, securing you to his chest

The other around your head, bringing you in gently to rest beneath his chin

And of course it’s couple with that little smooth on the side of the head

For hello, good bye, good luck, and I L*** Y**, this was his delivery message of choice

Sometimes Pablo will pull you in for long hugs where he can just breathe you in, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms

Always ended with a sweet kiss on the top of your forehead, eyes meeting yours to describe what you should call your situation

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

Okay so someone please educate me - is saying I love you like a big moment in other cultures?

Like I’m Arab, and saying بحبك for the first time is not a huge thing

So I think that would influence when he says it out loud

But I think Pablo would take a while to realize that he’s in love

He’s young and doesn’t really understand the feeling of being in love with someone else

I think it would take a good 6-8 months before he would be able to look at you and think “wow. So this is what being in love feels like.”

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

Controversial opinion: I don’t think Gavi would be the type to get jealous quickly

I know I know but before you get the pitchforks lemme explain

Everyone talks about how Gavi doesn’t get nervous or really doubt himself

He knows he’s hot shit okay?

Both on the field and off, he’s confident in what he brings to the table

So when he gets a girl, he’s gonna be confident in that as well, knowing that he was able to pull her

He gets a kick watching guys flirt with you, because he knows that you’ll never give them the time of day

The only time he might get jealous is when you fawn over another man in front of him

Especially if it’s another footballer

He’s the type to pout and get quiet, scowling at the thought of you all giddy about someone else

Would pull you onto his lap and ask you in a soft voice

“You’re happy with me right?”

Just needs a little bit of reassurance that he’s doing everything in his power to be the best for you

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss their partner? where do they like to be kissed?)

Not to be predictable, but I think he would love kissing you on the neck and the forehead

Like he seems like the type to give you affectionate kisses on the cheek and stuff rather than kissing on the lips all the time

The type to kiss the back of your hand, the top of your head, your bare shoulder

Just a thousand little pecks everywhere

Will grab your face with both hands and give you a fat kiss when he’s feeling excited

otherwise, he’s quite gentle in the way he kisses you

Soft lips moving against yours slowly, takes a while to warm up to intense making out (in the session not overall - hes 18 )

Likes to be kissed on cheek and on the neck

Loves when you sit on his lap and kiss him deeply

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

You’d think he’d not be great with kids because he’s young and kind of aggressive

But you and me both have seen the videos of him in the hospital

So sweet and gentle with the young ones

Loves to pick them up and put them on his shoulders

Very patient with little kid nonsense

Can’t help but think about having his own kids one day

Tells you off handedly that’s he’s excited to be a father one day

“You think our kids will be good at football?”

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

Hectic

Very energetic in the morning on account of having training so early

Always practically jumping out of bed ready to go

Wakes you up by squeezing you tightly and kissing all over your face

Makes sure you eat in the morning no matter how much you object

n = nights (how are nights spent with them?)

On weekdays, Pablo is fucking tired

Comes home ready to pass the fuck out from training

Lots of eating dinner on the couch and lazy nights

Ready to go to bed by like 10pm

Gets very childish and cranky when he’s tired - lots of pouting and whining to go to sleep

On weekends, he’s a little more enthused

Ready to go out to a restaurant or club with you and have fun

Still keeps things within limits - no blacking out or throwing up

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves?)

A while y’all

Pablo is a great listener - loves to hear about you and your interests

But about himself? He’s not a fan

Gets too shy and nervous - thinks he’s boring or bothering you with details about his life

Stuff will slip here and there when he’s stressed, and he starts blushing immediately upon realizing he’s over shared

Starts warming up to you 3-4 months in, just with little tid bits about his family and early life

More likely to speak to you when you were cuddled up, playing with his hair, running your fingers up and down his arm

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

Be for real y’all

My man has little to no patience

Very short fuse

Was a major point of tension early in the relationship

Quick to anger, but also quick to calm down

Doesn’t dwell on things and it’s always ready to move on

Learning to be more calm and patient with you

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about their partner?)

Takes learning about you very seriously

Always super interested when you speak, completely taken by you

Makes notes in his phone about everything: your favorite flowers, dream vacation spots, and more

Interestingly enough, forgets super simple things about you, like your favorite color

r = remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

There were so many little domestic moments that Gavi loved experiencing with you

But the one moment he treasured the most with you was the first time you went to Sevilla with him

Your laughter, your energy, just lit up his hometown

He loved watching your interactions with his family and friends

You both were laying in bed in his parents’ house, just laying with you and being silly when you talked about how much you missed the beach

“The beach is only like an hour away. We can go tomorrow morning if you want.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, smiling from ear to ear

The following morning, you woke up to Gavi running around

He already had everything packed in the car

His newly licensed ass drove you to the beach, and you just played around like kids

You sat on the sand, laying on Pablo’s shoulder

“Pablo, this is the best day ever.”

He pushed your hair behind your ear and kissed you deeply

His heart physically swelled whenever he thought about that moment

s = security (how protective are they? would they like to be protected?)

Super protective of you when he feels like you could be hurt

Whenever you two were out at somewhere rowdy, he always had a hand on you

Ready to fight anybody that touched you

Honestly felt a little emasculated whenever you tried to protect him

Got irritated whenever you fussed over him and his injuries

Started to warm up to it after he got a cut on his face, liking you babying him and being so close to his face

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Initially, he wasn’t trying very hard

Just being a teenager really - simple dates and texting a lot

“Pablo, when are we going to go on a real date?”

The question threw him off immensely, causing him to consult his teammates about what classifies as a date

He realized he had been severely lacking in the effort department

Started trying harder - restaurants, cute picnics, thoughtful gifts

You had started thinking he had done something wrong and was trying to compensate

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Homie is a S L O B

Like does not pick up after himself at all

Not a problem until you start staying over at his place

He has to remove piles of clothes from the bed just for you two to sleep

He’s also always on his phone

Can’t put it down

Can get really annoying when you’re trying to talk to him and he’s staring at his screen

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

In the face, Gavi is not supper confident in his looks

He’s a little insecure that he still looks so young

Wants to look more mature

His body tho????

Yeah, homie knows he’s fine

FOINE

He’s worked hard on his physique, and so he’s confident in the fruits of his efforts

Loves sitting shirtless around the house

You catch him staring at himself in reflective surfaces

Would never say it out loud, but knows he’s got a body to drool over, and uses it to his advantage

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

I don’t think so

Gavi needs to play football to be complete

That’s the only thing I think he could lose that would make it feel like a piece of his soul was missing

You didn’t complete his world - you were a different world entirely

When you weren’t around, it just felt like he was stuck in a routine

x - xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

Pablo loves seeing you in Barça merch

He just thinks it’s the culmination of all his life coming together when he sees you in the blaugrana

You have a pair of Barça sweats that be especially loves

Literally so careless with all your clothes except your merch

Washes it per label instructions, never rips it off you - the whole nine

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

Hates people who are stuck up

Needs a girl to be down to earth - he’s not making that much money

Can’t deal with anyone uptight either - needs someone willing to just go with the flow

z = zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

As mentioned previously, gets very hot in his sleep

Can’t cuddle or be too close because man will sweat and stay up all night

Has had a habit of kicking the blankets off since he was a kid

Had to adjust when you started staying over because you would be freezing and curled into a ball in the morning

Has the room super cold and sleeps basically naked when you’re there so he doesn’t get the urge to kick the sheets to the floor

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Guys I’m so sleeeeeepyyyyyyyyyy so hope your expectations were low. Also just realized that people schedule things to be posted. Like not everyone posts their fics the second they finish at crackhead hours like me. Oh well.

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this is an asadaisuga rant featuring my headcanons so read on if you dare

(Tw: mentions of child abuse, parental death, and implied neglect and bullying)

I just love how I hc they would compliment each other outside of the canon bits we’re given. Especially affectionally.

I hc that Asahi lost his parents when he was young and was raised by his older sister, but cause she always worked a lot to support them he was often alone, and he wasn’t very good at making friends. So he was a very touch-starved kid and now is super clingy with daichi and suga.

I also hc that whilst he has both of his parents, suga was never super close with either of them, so he would always busy himself with friends and activities not at home, so where he lacks in parental affection he is super social.

And I hc that Daichi’s parents are very stern and cold people, super negative to him and saying things like ‘showing emotion makes you weak’ and that focusing on friendships and relationships are pointless and to only focus on his goals. But they’re also super disappointed in him anyways and just mean™️ (and abusive?) so of course then Daichi grows up hiding his emotions and feelings from others and refusing to show any ‘weakness’, up until some point during their first year when suga and asahi tell him he’s not weak for feeling certain ways. he slowly starts improving talking to people about his emotions after.

And Asahi (and daichi) start getting the affection they both deserve from an overly-social suga, but they accept it differently. Asahi absolutely loves the extra love as he didnt have much growing up, and is super sappy and cuddly. Daichi, on the other hand, doesnt know how to accept affection or compliments, and often will just freeze up if hugged or something (and flinches easily).

And Suga finally has people he has a familial bond with and support him, plus willingly put up with his chaos.

yes im probably writing this fic

[aspenwritesstuff]

REPLAY : Limbo

REPLAY Masterlist | w/c: 3.3k | Lee Know x Reader

warnings: light angst, swearing, bullying/name calling between friends (this is meant as like...friendly roasting/teasing, no malicious intent), breakup mention, food

synopsis: Lee Minho was great at a lot of things; taking care of you being near the top of his list. As any best friend should upon receiving a distraught phone call, he sets off on a mission to comfort you as best as he can. But, as any best friend knows they should not, he's managed to find himself absolutely enamored by you. With you effectively comforted, the only question he has now is whether or not he should keep it to himself.

“I know it’ll change with just one word, the word I cannot say.”

Minho rushed through the aisles of the local grocery store - his mind on one thing and one thing alone; where the fuck was your favorite ice cream?

When he’d seen your contact name pop up on his screen, he’d answered almost too quickly - eager to hear from you after you’d been out all day with your boyfriend. Naturally, when he heard you sobbing instead of gushing about the date on the other end of the line, he’d shifted immediately into Best Friend Mode.

Stay put, give me a half an hour.

His instructions were simple, earning a broken affirmation from you before the call disconnected, marking the start of his countdown.

He’d already grabbed a small, plush cat and a copy of your favorite film - a disgustingly sappy romcom that he would never be caught dead choosing of his own volition.

But this was you Minho was doing this for. You needed this. You needed him.

He cursed under his breath as he scanned the freezer section, wondering when exactly they’d decided twenty flavors of a single brand was a good idea. Normally, it took more than excessive ice cream varieties to get under Minho’s skin, but he’d already spent five minutes looking for the sickeningly sweet flavor he’d always tease you about loving so much.

The urge to actually shout in excitement as he spotted a container of the gooey, chocolatey treat was strong. He snatched it up quickly, tossing it in his basket before speeding over to the drink aisle.

Water was next on Minho’s list. If the garbled state of your voice was any indicator, you’d likely cried out enough of your body’s water content to be on the verge of dehydration. He tutted under his breath to himself, voicing his concern outwardly despite not yet being there with you. He put a couple of bottles of water alongside the ice cream before heading to the checkout.

Minho nearly sprinted to his car once he’d paid for the items, not bothering to grab his change in his hurry to make it to you. Typically, he tried to keep a level head - not letting his emotions show one way or the other. This was different, though.

You were different.

His thoughts were on you as he got into his car, tossing his haul into the passenger seat before turning the key in the ignition.

This was not Minho’s first time assisting you through heartbreak. He’d tell you the same thing, each and every time.

“They didn’t deserve you, anyway.”

And he meant it, each and every time. You were…astounding to Minho. Soft despite the hardships you’d faced, but strong enough to pull through and stand up for yourself. Hardheaded. Strong willed. Although he’d frequently feign annoyance, Minho had always found your stubbornness extremely endearing.

Minho had always been completely honest with you. Your outfit isn’t flattering? He’d say something. You had food in your teeth? He’d point it out. He disliked your partner? You’d know about it.

The only thing he’d never been able to tell you was that he loved you.

Not that he’d never said those words to you before, having been your best friend for several years now - but this was different. 

This wasn’t an offhanded, platonic, “Yeah, yeah, I love you, too,” as he’d normally say, rolling his eyes at your affectionate statement.

This was an, “I want to kiss you until I can’t breathe, hold you every night and never let go,” type of love. 

This was an, “It hurts me every time you give one of these jerks a chance, because I know I can love you better,” type of love.

This was a, “Despite my feelings for you, I am buying you all of your favorite things and coming over to comfort you after someone - who didn’t deserve you in the first place - fucked up,” type of love.

Minho sighed to himself as he spotted your apartment complex, pulling into park next to your car. He prepared himself to see your blotchy, reddened face and not blur the line between “concerned friend” and “madly in love.”

He grabbed the grocery bag before jogging up the steps, two at a time, and arriving outside of your door. 

Minho felt his concern growing as the door remained closed. He raised his hand to knock again, only to stop as he heard a faint sniffle followed by shuffling footsteps on the other side. 

When you opened the door, his heart dropped into his stomach.

Your eyes were swollen and red, glistening as though you’d been crying up until the moment you revealed yourself to him. You had your favorite blanket - a gift from Minho himself - wrapped snugly around your head and shoulders as if it were a hood. Your cheeks were flushed, and your nose was a startling shade of crimson.

“You look like shit,” Minho said bluntly, stepping inside and slipping the shoes off of his feet.

“Gee, thanks,” you replied dryly, sarcasm only broken by the slightest twitch of a smirk on your lips.

Minho handed you the bag wordlessly, making a quick detour into the kitchen to grab you a spoon before placing a gentle hand in the middle of your back and leading you to the couch.

He sat down, patting the spot next to him to urge you to do the same. You followed suit, finally looking into the plastic bag you’d been handed. 

“Water?” You asked him, your voice just sad enough to sound more pathetic, less unamused.

“As if you’d remember to hydrate in the midst of your crisis,” he rebutted immediately, raising a brow, “Drink.”

You unscrewed the cap, taking a small sip of the still-cold liquid. You hadn’t realized just how parched you’d become in the midst of your breakdown, immediately raising the bottle back to your lips for a more prolonged drink.

Minho nodded as you drank, content with the lack of resistance when it came to something as important as your health. After finishing a quarter of the bottle, setting it down on the coffee table, you peered into the bag once more.

You slowly pulled out the brown and white plush from the bag, smiling softly despite the heavy sadness in your heart.

“Looked like Dori,” he explained before you could ask, “Your apartment doesn’t allow pets, or I would’ve just brought her along.”

You nodded, setting it carefully in your lap. You’d always loved playing with Dori, the most playful of Minho’s children, and - despite being unable to play with the plush as you would’ve the real thing - you still valued the sentiment.

There was a ghost of a smile on your lips as you grabbed the next thing out of the bag, recognizing it by its shape and cold exterior before it had even entered your field of view.

“Brownie batter?” you asked quietly, sniffling once more.

“That better be the right one,” he warned playfully, “You need a new favorite brand, twenty flavors to search through is too many.”

That ghost of a smile grew increasingly closer to becoming genuine as you met his eyes, “I’m not choosing a new brand just because you’re lazy,” you tried to tease back, though it sounded a bit more like a whiny complaint in your current state. Minho chuckled warmly at your reply, regardless of how stuffy and downtrodden you sounded, “Besides, this flavor is the best.”

“Sure,” he quipped, rolling his eyes despite the overwhelming relief he felt to have you acting like yourself already. Seeing a smile on your face - regardless of how small - after having nearly panicked upon hearing you on the verge of hyperventilating on the phone soothed his heart. 

He watched you pull the final gift from his bag of heartbreak remedies, already steeling himself for what was bound to be a dramatic reaction.

“You didn’t buy this, I refuse to believe that,” you said, stone-faced as you held the movie in your hands, “You wouldn’t be caught dead purchasing this in public.”

“Yet here I am, delivering it to you personally,” Minho easily countered. He’d always been so quick with the counterarguments - something you’d once been bothered by, but now found hopelessly entertaining.

“Are you sure I’m the one who needs taken care of?” You raised a brow as you spoke, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead, “Are you feeling okay?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, “I’m allowed to give a shit about you, yeah?”

You laughed softly as Minho offered you the spoon he’d grabbed from the kitchen, “Yeah, I guess I’ll allow it.”

“Good,” he deadpanned, turning his body until he was facing you directly, “Now, tell me what happened.” Your face fell, the smile you’d finally found dropping immediately at the reminder of your pain. This didn’t go unnoticed by Minho, however, as he attempted to bribe you, “You can eat your ice cream and I’ll watch this horrible movie with you afterwards.”

“It’s not horrible, you’re just a cynic,” you mumbled, avoiding both eye contact and giving him a direct answer.

“And you’re hoping I debate this with you to give you an excuse not to talk.”

Damn him for knowing you so well.

You sighed, shaking your head. You couldn’t tell him he was wrong - because that was exactly what you’d hoped for. A shaky inhale prefaced your next words, your throat tightening as you made your best attempt to explain without crying again.

You’d been seeing Jay for a few months now, and you’d truly thought things were going well. Naturally, you were blindsided by his sudden admittance of falling for someone else. Admittedly, you did prefer being told to your face to actually be cheated on - but, damn, it still hurt. 

Minho listened intently as you recounted the conversation, not interrupting even once - save for a hum here and there to show you he was still paying attention. When you finished explaining the reason for your blubbering phone call, Minho sighed softly.

“He didn’t deserve you, anyways,” just as you’d predicted, he’d resorted to his faithful response any time a man had played with your heart.

“How did I know you were gonna say that?” you whispered, a breathy laugh on the tip of your tongue.

“Because you know that it's the truth,” he said with a small smirk, reaching out to ruffle your hair. 

You pulled away, lips pursed into a frown, “Do you really think I’d keep getting into these situations if I knew they’d turn out this way?” You patted down your now-tousled hair as Minho shook his head.

“I suppose you’re right,” he mused, the mischievous glimmer not once leaving his eyes, “Be kinda dumb if you did it on purpose.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, crossing your arms.

Minho simply laughed brightly, taking the movie from where you’d set it next to you as he approached the blu-ray player. 

“You’re really gonna watch it with me?” you asked, genuine surprise in your voice as you opened the pint of ice cream.

“Mhm,” Minho replied, as if it would’ve been obvious. 

“You hate it, though,” you said softly, worried that he was putting himself into a situation he wouldn’t enjoy just for your benefit, “You said it was ‘so mushy you could throw up’ when I tried to show it to you before.”

“You are correct,” Minho said plainly, opening the case to put the disc into the player, “I do hate it.”

He made his way back to the couch, sitting next to you as he grabbed the remote from the table.

“Then why are you watching it, willingly, on purpose?” You questioned, suspicion evident in the way your voice slowed with each descriptor.

“Because I love you, and you love this gooey shit.”

His eyes were focused on the screen as he navigated the menu, for which you were grateful considering the way heat had prickled up your cheeks. It wasn’t as though Minho had never told you he loved you before, but you were typically the instigator in those rare moments of affection.

Of course, you couldn’t show him that his words affected you this way - you’d never live it down.

So you settled for the next best thing - deflection via humor.

“Now you’re so mushy I could throw up,” you nudged his side with your blanket-wrapped shoulder as you teased him, earning a scoff as he hit play.

“This is why I don’t do nice things,” he muttered as though he were annoyed - though the warm smile on his face showed you that he truly wasn’t all that bothered.

“Whatever, you love me,” you said back, focusing your attention towards the tv as the movie began.

“That’s what I said, yes,” Minho nearly whispered, watching you rather than the screen as the opening sequence immediately enraptured you. 

You didn’t see the way his gaze softened as he reaffirmed that he did, in fact, love you. Nor did you pick up on how serious he’d been when he’d said it in the first place. You’d figured he was just being nicer than usual because you were sad, nothing more, and had settled in to watch the movie with the pint of ice cream in your lap.

Minho was kicking himself internally. Why couldn’t he have just…clarified that he meant what he’d said. Why hadn’t he pushed a little farther, finally telling you that he loved you beyond the level which was acceptable between friends? 

He hadn’t expected you to notice his shift in demeanor, let alone point it out. Yet, here you were, staring at his furrowed brow after turning to catch his reaction to a particularly cheesy scene.

“You okay, Minho? You didn’t even gag at that,” your brow was raised as you put another bite of ice cream into your mouth. 

“Hm?” He asked before your words had fully registered, “Yeah, I’m alright,” he said with his best attempt at a reassuring smile.

The benefit to how brutally honest Minho was, was how painfully obvious it was when he was lying.

“Minho…” you urged, turning to face him, “Don’t lie to me, you’re terrible at it.”

He chuckled, glancing over to you as he shook his head, “Don’t worry about it, okay?”

“Too late.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I came here because I was worried about you, not for you to worry about me.”

Your lips tightened into a thin line as you stared him down, not budging in your desire to know what he was thinking, “Giving a shit about each other goes both ways,” you reminded him, casually using the terminology he had earlier.

Minho smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time around. He tilted his head as he met your expectant gaze, “Well, well, using my own words against me?” he inquired, raising a brow.

Normally, you’d humor him with a laugh - or at least crack a smile - but Minho appearing to be anything other than okay was a rare enough sight that it took every ounce of your attention - whether you wanted it to or not.

“You aren’t letting this go, are you?” Minho asked after feeling your eyes bore into him for several seconds. His tone had shifted from his typical lighthearted banter to something more vulnerable - something soft, and small.

“No, I’m not,” you confirmed, scooting a bit closer to him in order to place your hand on top of his, “You know you can tell me anything, Min.”

The look of genuine worry in your eyes was enough to send Minho’s heart into a frenzied pace, forcing him to swallow a sudden lump in his throat. 

“I love you,” he said softly, one corner of his lips curling up into a halfhearted smile.

You returned it in kind, squeezing his hand gently, “I love you, too, Minho. Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

He laughed humorlessly, looking up to the ceiling before allowing his eyes to meet yours once again, “I just did.”

“What?” You were confused for a few seconds, what he’d meant going right over your head at first.

Until it didn’t.

It hit you like a ton of bricks that Lee Minho, your best friend in the entire world - the man who’d helped you pick up the broken pieces of your heart more times than you could count - just said he loved you.

And meant it.

You felt your eyes turn into saucers as you studied his face, looking for any hint of humor - any clue that he was just joking - as your lips slowly parted.

“You…you mean as more than just a friend, right?” you whispered, a sudden heaviness in your chest as you waited for his answer. Minho had quite the proclivity for pranking you, but something told you that this was definitely not one of those times.

“I thought that was obvious, yeah,” he answered, his snark coming through even in a moment where he was baring his soul. You didn’t blame him, though. You knew him well enough to know that it was only because of how nervous he must be feeling, revealing something so potentially catastrophic.

“This is your one chance to tell me if you’re fucking with me,” you warned, swallowing hard as you stared into his dark eyes - searching for any hint of doubt in their depths.

“I’m not,” he said softly, holding your intense stare with one of his own as he turned his hand over, lacing his slender fingers between yours.

“I swear to God, Minho, if this is some sort of sick joke I’m gonna lose my –” “Goddamnit, it’s not a joke!” he cut you off, his brows furrowing together as he took a deep breath to get control of himself, “I’m…I’m serious.”

“Oh my God…” you whispered, shock still written all over your face as you felt him squeeze your hand tighter, “You’re…you’re really not kidding, are you?”

“I’m really not kidding.”

“You love me?” your words came out slowly, tentative as you continued to search his face.

“Yes,” he answered, smiling softly - relief evident on his face the longer you went without freaking out on him.

“Like…love me, love me?” you pressed, blinking rapidly.

He scoffed, eyes lighting up with a strange mixture of affection and annoyance, “Oh my God, yes! I love you love you, whatever the fuck that means.”

“Minho?” you asked, looking down at your hand joined with his, grazing your thumb across his knuckles gently.

“Yes?”

“Kiss me?”

Minho hadn’t realized how much he’d craved to hear those words escape your lips until they did - sounding like the sweetest song he’d ever heard in his entire life. His free hand came up to cup your cheek delicately, a smirk on his lips as he - in typical Minho fashion - had to get the last word, “I thought you’d never ask.”

You didn’t even have time to so much as roll your eyes before his deceptively soft lips were capturing yours. Your head instantly felt light, as though you were floating, your own empty hand reaching up to rest against his chest. You could feel the hammering of his heart beneath your palm, though his mouth moved with a calm certainty against yours. 

When he finally pulled back, cheeks reddened and lips slightly swollen, he gave you a crooked smile - his eyes sparkling with the familiar mischief you’d come to adore.

You’d come to love.

“What?” you asked him, suddenly self-conscious as you laughed breathlessly.

“I think you were right,” he teased, his lips parting further to reveal a brilliant grin.

“About what?” your confusion must’ve been evident, bringing a light chuckle forth from his lips as they gently brushed yours once more.

“About that ice cream being the best,” he started, smirking as he licked the taste of it from his lips. He pulled back to look you in the eyes, clearly amused.

"Is that so?" You asked, an uncharacteristically flustered giggle bursting forth from your lips.

His smirk evolved into a full, bright, beaming smile before he said in a surprisingly serious voice, “Yeah, I think it’s my favorite now, too.”

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[anxietywriter]

friends?

always. this is a list of all the negative or presumptuous dialogue/blurbs of things regarding close friendships. so it's like. assumptions of dating and shipping of friends who don't feel anything for each other. It's also interspersed with my vent feelings

so lil tw for venting and if people pushing friends to date bothers you!

"Would you ever date me?" "Pfft. Absolutely not." "Damn so harsh haha." My apologies for being blunt and not wanting to lead you on and feeling the need to be more firm after being asked the same question SEVERAL times. It's not me denying my hidden feelings.

it's growing up and having a bunch of friends, regardless of gender. It was always who was the nicest. Who'd run the fastest. who can go the farthest on the monkey bars or play pretend the best. it's getting older and hearing whispers of you dating a friend. it's getting older and slowly having less friends of the opposite gender. it's being nervous about talking to any guy because you don't want the hassle of everyone around you cooing about how cute you'd be as a couple.

it's feeling uncomfortable. of constantly having to set everyone straight. and having conversations about the same thing over and over again, of insisting that there's nothing going on. of being questioned teasingly about anytime the two of you hang out as if it were a date. it's distancing yourself. because that's the only thing that works because the less interaction the better

"I don't think I could ever like date someone, break up, and stay friends. Even if we were friends beforehand." "That's sad." "... Is it? I don't think it is." the person who told me this has never seen me in a relationship but has an opinion on how I should feel a lot

it's the placating "you'll find someone" after saying you're single. like I get that it's meant to be comforting. but it is genuinely disconcerting seeing how many people feel like they NEED a relationship. not as in, "oh haha if we're still single by 30 let's get married instead" bc that's actually sane. It's more of a companionship thing. There are people who'd literally rather die than be single like, what?? I'm sorry you apparently can't appreciate anything or anyone else? you deserve to feel loved. and sometimes it comes from a platonic relationship rather than a romantic one and that's okay dammit.

when you're affectionate with everyone and everyone knows that but for some reason everyone is under the impression that you and the one other person in the group who happens to have the same interests as you are made for each other and said affection is proof. Of how it doesn't matter if you do that with everyone, it's different with them. and there is nothing you can do to convince them otherwise unless you just straight up fucking lie about being aromantic or something because they won't listen

jealous partners completely ending the friendship and losing all your friends because they, reasonably, suspected something was going on. Because the group could not stop shutting up about how surprised they were that you weren't their partner instead. Or joking about how affectionate you used to be and the obvious crush

being pushed and asked about a romantic relationship all too soon and needing to distance yourself because you had a rough breakup. and instead of being able to talk about that, you're stuck denying this fictional attraction to someone else you just met

when you're affectionate and playfully flirty with friends and people assume you're in a relationship and insist that there's something there. but it's laughably untrue because anyone that's known you while you were in a relationship... you acted differently. A lot sweeter, more genuine. The playfulness still there, but completely swamped by the soft endearments and sickening sappiness

the paranoia of not wanting to hurt your friend but also not wanting to be close to them after they ask again and again if you have feelings for them. Because you're afraid they've developed feelings and want to distance them from you for their own good

[devil-doll13]

Maxwell “Max” Holt SFW Alphabet

Tw: Slight Angst in Backstory mentions

Note: This was actually really fun and good for character building! I might do it for some other of my OCs at some point. Also, feel free to ship yourself and/or any of your OCs with Max, It’s always cute.

This can be read platonically or romantically in most cases.

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

Max is a pretty affectionate guy! Physically and emotionally, though he does still listen and watch to see how receptive you are to that. He’s considerate like that. He’s like a big ol’ golden retriever he just wants attention! Plus he deserves it, the guy has been through a lot. Give him some love.

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

Omg Max is the greatest to have as a best friend.

I wholeheartedly believe he is a wholesome friend. He encourages you, supports you doing the things you love, and always makes sure nobody messes with you. You two probably have a lot of running inside jokes that confuse the hell out of everyone else too. He’ll just be laughing at something you said in the shop and Leo’s just like ??? Also if you’re a nerd like him be prepared to geek out together oml. You both have movie and game nights where you just sit and eat popcorn.

You also have the privilege of being one of the two (three if you count Max himself) people who knows about his Lycanthropy, so be proud.

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

Fr cuddle with this boy he’s so warm, like he just radiates heat it’s so lovely. Max is always affectionate too. He’ll sort of wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest, you can also sit in his lap if you want. He might fidget a little though, unless you’re watching a movie he’s really enraptured by.

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

When he was younger Max was used to living off of pot noodles and pizza. If the need to cook for himself arised he’d just microwave something. Now he’s sort of had to learn to make other stuff and he can cook well enough now and he’s proud of it. He makes a really good eggs and bacon! But french toast is his specialty, it tastes ridiculously good. Seriously ask this man for his french toast if you’re ever in the position to you won’t regret it.

As for his living space, he keeps it clean enough for the most part though it is a bit disorganised. He’s conscious of anything smelling, especially now, so he keeps on top of things on that front. It sort of has a nice character to it when it’s a bit chaotic right? Lol.

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

Max honestly doesn’t really want to do it at all, even if there’s big issues in the relationship he wants to ignore it because he has a hard time truly letting go and confronting the problem. It might be a long time before you really ‘break-up’ unless you can make the first move in that regard.

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

He can do casual stuff but by now in his life he prefers committed relationships rather than flings honestly. If you get to know him to the point he feels like he can share all his secrets with you, the Lycanthrophy and murder stuff? He’ll definitely want to marry you at some point.

If you do have a wedding I imagine it would be outdoors honestly. Like very casual, with just your friends and family and Max’s friends in Downings attending. Actually kinda sappy with the vows and the first dance, if he has his way the song will absolutely be Black Sabbath - Sabbra Cadabra so be warned lol.

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

Max can get excitable and he did use to be a bit rowdy with his brothers/friends when he was younger too. It’s not rough so much as is him being energetic, if you’re ok with it he’s probably lifting you up all the time lol. He’s receptive to what you prefer though and he’ll try to be a bit gentler in that case. He’s also become more careful emotionally as he got a bit older, although sometimes he can be a little oblivious/dense at times.

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

Max loves hugs! He has different kinds of hugs depending on the type of relationship/vibe going on. Like there’s the side hug where he pats you on the back affectionately, there’s the excited hug after you both find out something great, then there’s the big bear hug where he lifts you right off your feet bc of that Lycan strength.

He gives nice comforting hugs if you have a bad day and/or need to cry it out or something. He’s really warm too.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-Word?)

Kinda fast, maybe a little too fast if the crush hits him really quick. It’s genuine though! Especially if you’ve been good enough to accept his secrets, he feels like a lucky man that way. Even in a platonic sense, I can totally see him going ‘I love you man/buddy’ or something like that.

He’ll say it casually, even just as a greeting and goodbye, but it still means a lot to him. Telling him you love him while looking into his eyes is always a good way to make him blush and grin.

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

Max isn’t a super jealous guy tbh, he trusts you if he’s in a relationship with you. Platonic is easy unless you are intentionally leaving him out or something.

He recognises when someone is just being friendly and when they are being flirty. He doesn’t appreciate anyone flirting with you if you’re in a relationship, so he’ll make it known you’re taken if you don’t. He’ll feel real proud and happy inside if you do that first, though.

Please don’t cheat on this boy, he’s been through enough, and he would literally never do that to you.

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

Max loves kisses! Both giving and receiving them. They really make him grin this goofy little grin. He’s definitely the person to smile into a kiss. Catch this man giving you little cheek kisses throughout the day and telling you you look good/smell nice.

He thinks it’s a bit funny if you’re so short you can’t reach without him bending down, but he’ll oblige for you every time because he’s nice like that lol.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children)

Really well! He’s still got a bit of big kid energy in himself so it’s easy for him to get along with most kids. He’s always the one giving piggyback rides and playing along with the tea parties. He honestly has no shame and yes he will wear the party hat it’s an honour?? His experience in playing d&d low-key comes in handy when entertaining kids with stories and such.

I could see him liking kids of his own, but he might have doubts due to his Lycanthropy. That sort of throws a wrench into the mix.

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

Usually on week days he has to get up and go to work so for the most part he’s busying about getting ready. Making breakfast, getting dressed, brushing his teeth, all that kinda stuff. Sometimes you’ll wake up to the smell of sizzling bacon, or he’ll leave a little note to let you know he’s gone in to work (with a smiley face and/or heart) and he’ll be back later. Of course, if you have work/college he’ll make sure you wake up lol.

On weekends it’s a coin toss. Sometimes he likes to sleep in and be a bit lazy, so he’ll chill with you in bed. Other times you can be hanging out or going somewhere fun and interesting. He sometimes likes going out for a morning drive too.

He can get up early for work and stuff, but he’s most active in the afternoons and evenings.

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

Assuming he’s gone home to unwind for the night, Max will probably stick one of his favourite records on as he tucks into his dinner. He might get a bit of writing done too now that he has spare time! There’s a lot to get done for him lol and he often can’t decide what to do with his stories in the end.

On other occasions he’ll sit back with a beer and watch a movie or TV show he’s been enjoying recently. He totally gets obsessed with it and then goes online to write a fic about it 😌

(Also he’s totally the guy that won’t shut up the entire time omg, like if you’re with him put subtitles on lol he just can’t stop commenting on everything and analysing little details. Either join in or suffer)

Max also loves to go outside and watch the stars! He totally tries to impress you by telling you everything he knows about them. He’ll take you out on a ride on his motorcycle and you can make a little night out of it. This is probably the time you’re most likely to see him open up to you too.

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

Regarding stuff like his interests, his general thoughts and feelings on things he’s a pretty open book honestly. You could be coming in to get your car fixed and you’ll come away knowing his favourite Lego set or something lol. It’s more the stuff to do with his life before Downings that’s harder to talk about. He might not tell you the exact reason why right away, but he’ll be open about the fact he wasn’t in the best place.

The big elephant in the room is obviously the Lycanthropy. No one in Downings knows, only Jack is his confidant in that regard. However, once you get sufficiently close to him and he trusts you enough, he’ll tell you. He’ll be nervous and sweating the entire time. It’s honestly partly him confronting his trauma, because the last time good friends of his found out… It didn’t end very well.

The killing is also something that would be… A difficult thing to approach. But if he does end up telling you, and you accept it? He’ll thank his lucky stars he has you. It’ll honestly be good for him if he can talk to someone about it other than Jack tbh, who isn’t always the easiest person to talk to.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they)

Honestly Max is usually laid-back and live-and-let-live, but there are definitely some things (and people) that piss him off beyond belief. He tries to contain it until he can get it out using healthier means, mostly for other poeple’s sakes. He can be surprisingly scary when he’s angry.

(Of course, if he thinks someone is sufficiently deserving he may well end up killing them too…)

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 remembers big stuff, though he might forget little things. Remind him now and again, he doesn’t do it intentionally lol.

He’s the kind to remember the weirdest stuff you told him though, like that time you threw up in kindergarten? He remembers every detail that you told him down to the colour of your shirt you were wearing. It’s odd things like that that stick in his head the most.

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

The first time you played D&D together. It was your mutual friend Leo’s first time dming so you got to play with him and the twins, Joan and Jessie. Regardless of whether you’ve played the game before or are just learning now, you had a blast despite all the bumps along the way. Max has a way of making it all fun because of how he drives everything forward, even with Leo being kind of nervous in the DM role. His roleplaying is immaculate, it's actually quite impressive.

(Also if you are in a romantic relationship your characters were totally also dating in the game)

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

Max is pretty protective, this loyal boy will always stand in front of danger for you too. He knows he’s stronger than the average person because he’s a Lycan so he’s of the impression that it’s better him than you get hurt if that’s the case.

(He might eat someone who hurt you later too)

If you get protective over Max it really touches his heart. But he begs you to please don’t put yourself in harm’s way for his sake! He’d have a heart attack owndldjd omg he’d be so worried for you.

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

Dates with Max are usually laid back and fun! He loves exciting stuff like going to the cinema, going to concerts, going to amusement parks (he gets memories from when he was a kid, which is slightly bittersweet), maybe even conventions if you’re a little nerdy like him! But also casual stuff like lounging at home enjoying eachother’s company. His idea of a romantic getaway is going out stargazing too.

(Also going to a planetarium?? Yes)

He’s actually pretty big on anniversaries and birthdays and will keep his eyes peeled around those times to find out anything that’s on your wish list… He also tries to be romantic in his own funny way, but don’t expect him to be very good at wining and dining in a suit and all lol. He’s more comfortable sitting back at home with you watching a film you both love and eating pizza.

Be assured if you have any mechanical issues, with your car or with anything else, he will fix it for you. You don’t even have to ask, he’s got it done. He’s pretty strong too, partially from the Werewolf genes. If you need any heavy lifting done he’s your man.

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

Putting aside the occasional murder and dog smell.

He has the habit of ignoring his problems in hopes they’ll just go away on their own, and it usually comes back to bite him in the ass later.

This also means that if you end up having a fight he really just wants to stop fighting and make up again, because he hates arguing with you. Even if you’re completely at fault, he’d rather just appease you and go back to getting along again. This could become a problem if it causes issues further down the road…

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

Max is sort of in the middle. He likes to be fashionably unkempt lol, his whole aesthetic is definitely intentional. He takes pride in his hair too, he always has. It’s curly and soft, you should totally feel it sometime. He loves having his hair pet so it’s a win win.

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

Max has at this point in his life lost basically lost his entire past life and all of his family and previous friends… It’s a question of whether or not he can lose his friends again. I think once he really gets attached, without you he’ll end up being very depressed. It’s almost retraumatising.

X = Xtra: (A random headcanon for them)

He started writing fanfic when he was like 13, but he didn’t publish anything online until he was 15-16 or so. It was kind of almost a secret because his brothers were less into that stuff than he was. It was mostly Star Wars fics (Luke Skywalker is low-key his self insert shhh) and he actually gained a small following.

He… Went on hiatus, but he’s started to write again now. He loves reading fics too, has definitely gotten emotionally attached to certain series’ as well lol.

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

Overly controlling behaviour, being negatively critical of people’s quirks/his nerdy interests, manipulation, disloyalty and cheating.

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

This bitch fuckin snores up a storm I stg

Yeah he tosses and turns a bit in the night, not to an extreme degree but I will warn you you might have an overgrown puppy laying on you when you wake up. Also his arms are like a vice grip so if he’s holding you good luck getting to the bathroom…

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @soupbabe, @flowercrownedlady)

I didn’t want to tag just everyone because I wasn’t sure who would be interested in x reader stuff. If you want added or removed just pm or comment!

[mieczyhale]

@deanspillowprincess and @penguinsandpanthers are my best friends in the whole entire world, universe, dimension, every life, etc. they have been for the last 14 years and (for me, i wouldn't presume to know other people's thinking) that has never and will never change.

i met rachel right here on tumblr and through her i met colleen. they've been to my house (rachel more than once), we went on vacation together (unfortunately i was sick and miserable all week. not because of the company, that was a treasure, but bc god forbid i make sure my shoes fit comfortably before wearing them to walk through disney parks all day for multiple days) and it looks like in 2025 i'm going to get to go and visit rachel where she lives for once!!

there's no real point to this post, i started writing it over a week ago and then stopped (pretty sure i was in bed on my phone, pretty sure i was in a weird headspace. not that i don't mean what i said, but i'm not in the business of making sappy posts typically

i guess i just wanted to put it out there, into the universe or whatever. that i have had the blessing of meeting them and knowing them and i wouldn't trade that for all the money in all the worlds.

also to show that tumblr can be home to the greatest people you'll ever know. it's a silly dysfunctional site - search doesnt work right, tags dont work right, images dont always load on the app, staff makes a mess of things sometimes trying to force new useless features - but it also has memes and never-ending jokes and we make fake movies together, there are so many positive posts, we share places to donate and send positive chain asks and scream / cry / throw up over the things we love. there are absolutely bananas group efforts put towards anything we all care about, or anything we all find funny. our sense of humor is warped, we turned simple polls into something silly, something creative, something fun, and i'll never look at vanilla extract without smiling again.

it's stupid and it's the best.

your experience here is entirely determined by your own attitude and actions so make choices you can be happy with, interact with the posts you come across that you like or love, talk to the people who share your interests or headcanons, etc. approach this hellsite with an open mind, an open heart, and good faith interpretations and you can have the weirdest and best time of your life with people you'd engage in shenanigans, tomfoolery, and maybe even a heist with.

everyone deserves friends they can be in cahoots with

and tumblr gave me mine 14 years ago

god fucking bless this trash can (affectionate) of a site

[iamthecomet]

i am aware of the current internet situation, so im aware this won't get out there until later, and that's okay.

you guys are SO FUCKING SWEET??? you made me cry you fucks (affectionate), damn it!!

i had such a good day, i got some very sweet gifts from my irl buds, but this. this was absolutely wonderful. you are all so goddamn nice and i love every. single. one of you. you all make me so happy, and im so grateful. im so glad i found you all and we built this little family.

-(a very sappy) mushy

Mush! It came through! It's here!!!! We love you. I'm glad you had a good birthday, you DESERVE it. ♥♥♥♥

[your-dxrling]

This is embarrassing, but I started kicking my legs so hard that my blanket fell off my bed (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) you just make me really giggly when you respond. Don't tell anyone though /silly

I do mean it, I would kill to cover your entire face in my kisses. Then everyone could see you're very well adored!! I would absolutely shower you in love if I could

Which leads me to say... I truly am a very obsessive person, and I don't want to scare you off, so! Yes. I know I've said multiple times that you can always retract any statement or permission, but... I get nervous. I've frightened many people before, even on accident, and I would hate to lose you so quickly

Now for my questions.. hmm.. tell me your favorite things, any of them! I'd love to hear. And, if you're comfortable, what exactly you're looking for in a darling? (Whether that darling is obsessive as well or not, of course. Just your personal preferences) Perhaps your hobbies too, or random things to note about you?

And.. would you mind if I write all of this down?

- 🌷

awwww you are so adorable!!! that made me smile too! that's such an adorable imageee <3 and don't worry, it's our secret >:3 and i'm very sorry for the late reply, i was eating dinner.

you're making me so shy... i'm sure you're imagining me as way cuter than i am, silly. you can try to do that, but i can't promise i won't stop you by giving you the tightest hug ever and pinning you against me!!

i get being obsessive, don't worry! i know it probably doesn't mean much just by me saying it, but something is really, REALLY wrong with my brain, and i actively need "odd"/obsessive sorts of affection to feel loved. i doubt you can scare me! in fact i dare you to try!!

my favourite things, hmmm... well, i really like this sort of sappy romantic stuff, if you can't tell! i also love cute things (i have a collection of plushies... don't bully me), especially cats!!! my favourite hobby is drawing, though i'm terrible at it and haven't been doing it much at all lately T-T umm other than thattt i just like being lazy and doing things for my beloved!!

my *ideal* darling is definitely obsessive. they'd be just as clingy and openly affectionate as me! i'd love to have them also be the creepy/stalkerish type--mutual stalking is adorable!!! ultimately though, i just want someone who depends on me and lets me depend on them. the details don't matter as much as long as we click and we're able to both fully be ourselves around each other. that being said, it is a guilty pleasure of mine to think about being the equivalent of a darling with a super protective/possessive yan... unfortunately i desperately yearn to be kidnapped T-T buuuuut i also like the concept of being able to take more control and be the one who pampers and dotes on the other! i guess i just like everything ;;

you're not allowed to write any of this down, not because i don't like the idea, but because that's TOO NICE of you. i don't deserve such attention... if you really want to then i guess it's okay......

and tell me the same info for you! likes, hobbies, ideal darling, perhaps even other info!?!?! my memory is bad, so it's only fair that i at least get to write your response down >:( thank you so much again cutie!!!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

not 2 exaggerate or anything but youre my absolute fav writer on tumblr 💥💥💥💥💥 im a big fan of domestic/comfort/simple, warm moments type of genre in fics and your works just rlly scratch that specific itch in my brain. whatever fics u post im like yo.... this is everything im looking for in a fic..... wheres the source from..... r u sucking them out from my brain be honest have u dug a hole already and using me for popularity 🤨🤨🤨 (/J)

might be bc im on my period or wtv but i was gg thru your masterlist ytday night before gg to sleep and i cried while reading "i've alw loved the way you eat," "i dream now of a normal life with you," and "ask me to leave and i'll stay forever." like jfc theres such a specific type of intimacy and soft moments you convey through your words SO WELL i physically feel my heart melting reading them. like UGH esp in "i dream now of a normal life with you" where suguru is just so soft and sappy over reader im just like UGHHHH I WANT SOMEONE TO LOVE ME LIKE THAT AND FOR ME TO RETURN BACK THE SAME LOVE, IF NOT MORE TOO!!!!!!!!!

u get it, u rlly do - honestly u have the best fanon hcs and characterization of suguru i love that man sm so to see him so accurately represented rlly makes me so happy tq for understanding him....... sometimes i see a mischaracterization so bad in a fic i just have to close the app and touch grass LMFAOOOO but u get it.... u rlly do.... never once posted a wrong hc about suguru.... op ur brain <333 u make me so happy i love u sm thanku for creating such beautiful fics i alw come back to reread a bunch of ur stuff, they never get old, it's literally everything im looking for. idc how "boring" hurt/comfort fics r, like even if there's no drama, sometimes simple is best and u do it so, so well thanku op i lov u muacks ❤️

anon ……….

you are . the sweetest in the whole wide world. in the universe. u genuinely don’t UNDERSTAND how big my smile was when i saw this…. melted into a tiny little puddle on the floor

I LOVE YOU….. 🥺🥺🥺 i love you forever and ever and i’m so thankful for your support!!!!! i don’t even know where to begin i’m so overwhelmed pbdkdbdj (AFFECTIONATELY)…. YOU CALLING ME YOUR FAV WRITER? IS SO INSANE??? AND SUCH AN HONOUR????? i cried a bit ngl i’m just. very very thankful T_T but anon.. you can’t expose me like that </3 how am i supposed to get my daily dose of clout if you go around telling ppl abt the ideas i steal directly from your brain???? smh /j ily <3

I’M. just. so unbelievably happy that my writing can mean something to you 😭 and make you feel something!!!! when i hear that ppl cried reading one of my fics i always get so . emotional. it just means so much!! i don’t want you to cry but i’ll accept your tears happily :’3 i hope they were sappy tears and not Sad Tears…..

ON THAT NOTE. THE SAPPINESS. THE SOFTNESS. YES. i’m so happy you could feel it bc most of my fics rlly are just intimacy and nothing else and!! i rlly like writing them that way….. m just happy you enjoyed reading them too :’’’3 i dream, now, of a normal life with you is very near n dear to my heart so!!!! i’m overjoyed that you liked that one in particular 🥺🥺🥺 it just makes me feel so happy and appreciated and . i want to explode a bit. soft sappy sugu is best sugu!! i’m sure you’ll find a love like that some day anon <33 we all deserve it!!

ON THE TOPIC OF SUGU. there truly sincerely is nothing i love hearing more than anons who tell me i do sugu justice. IT MEANS SM TO ME…. he’s so complex and multifaceted and knowing that my own take on him can resonate w anyone makes me soooooo happy…. 🥺🥺 and you saying i have the best characterization of him????? just makes my soul want to ascend. sniffle. thank you!! he’s our golden boy and i love him very much…. honestly i’m way more picky abt gojo than sugu when it comes to mischaracterization but i understand you completely anon…. sometimes i see a take that my brain won’t even let me conceptualize bc i disagree with it so much and then i just have to close my eyes and reboot </3

op ur brain <333 u make me so happy i love u sm thanku for creating such beautiful fics i alw come back to reread a bunch of ur stuff, they never get old, it's literally everything im looking for. idc how "boring" hurt/comfort fics r, like even if there's no drama, sometimes simple is best and u do it so, so well thanku op i lov u muacks ❤️

sorry had to copy paste this bc it made me want to CRY. you make ME so happy hello???? you have no idea the pure amount of endorphins this ask gave to me 😭😭😭 I’M HAPPY I CAN MAKE YOU HAPPY…. you have my whole heart and soul anon atp let’s just get married i think . my heart is yours to keep!!! i can’t tell you how mushy i get knowing there are people out there who read my fics not once but multiple times….. yeah. i’m just. very grateful for you anon <3333 thank you so much for your support and for sending me this lovely ask. i’m gonna be reading it forever n ever !! :((((

[darkenforcer]

9, 11, & 48!

(late) WEIRDLY SPECIFIC QUESTIONS || no longer accepting

9. Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

he naturally gravitates toward tough love. even when he's being "gentle" with his words, he almost always manages to hide it underneath a layer of sternness or nonchalance. he has his rare moments when he'll completely drop his guard and be real with someone, but they're fleeting and don't really fit into the usual idea of what's considered affectionate either. he'd rather channel all his gentle love into physical touch (though nothing too intimate) or little favors, so you're more likely to receive a pat on the head than sugar-coated words... and even then, he'll play it off like it's no big deal.

for that second part... prefer to receive? or need to receive? in the latter case, both. but when it comes to his actual preference, he'd choose tough love all the way. sappy, genuine sentiments aren't something he's accustomed to or thinks he deserves (the idea honestly unnerves him), so he'd like to save himself the inner turmoil and keep it comfortably snappy for everyone's sake.

11. If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

boneheaded as it may sound, the simplest method would be to have him and his double duke it out! yuri has a unique fighting style that's pretty easy to pinpoint, so if his friends were smart (and they are!) that'd be the best way to get it over with. if they decided to be cheesy about it, karol or judy would probably ask him to recite their guild's laws, and if raven were there... he'd likely reveal something embarrassing about his past just to get a rise out of him (which would totally work, 'cause the real yuri would end up kicking him or something).

48. Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

estelle! and sooometimes karol or flynn? but estelle's an absolute 'yes'. whether she's aware of it or not, she can get him to do just about anything at this point. she's just so innocently... pushy about things! it's hard to brush her off... still, yuri being yuri, he'll give her a reminder to chill out before dragging him into another silly detour.

basically the cheat code for yuri to go along with dumb decisions is: be pure-hearted enough to appeal to his mushy, selfless heart. ez.

[cloudy-dayys]

i love alex very much

[kaylawritesfics]

Hiiii! Can you do hcs for max and steve being a sibling duo or write a one shot abt them?

Steve and Max As A Sibling Duo

headcanons

summary: steve and max are the best sibling duo we could’ve asked for

pairing: steve harrington x max mayfield (platonic)

warnings: swearing, mentions of canon typical violence, mention of death/grieving

note: why are there no gifs of steve and max?? also there’s no reader insert here this is just my take on steve and max behaving as siblings !!

Steve and Max are absolutely the best sibling duo

Steve is the big brother that Max deserved and having Max around makes Steve feel less lonely

Steve always wanted a little sister !! He would beg his parents for a sibling all the time when he was younger but to not avail

Steve is obviously protective of all the kids but Max would literally kill somebody for Steve. Nobody is gonna ever hurt him while she’s around.

I feel like Max is already super protective over people she cares about but it’s just different with Steve. Like she’s already lost one brother and feels the guilt of that, she’s not gonna lose another.

The entire party is a found family for Max and somehow Steve fits in so perfectly.

They argue and she loves to rile him up, but they have such a strong bond that almost rivals Steve and Dustin’s.

Max isn’t affectionate at all and Steve knows that, so he tries to go about things differently with her. He makes her mixtapes (she absolutely roasts his taste in music but she secretly treasures them so much), he buys her little things that he knows she needs or likes, and he really tries to be there for her in ways Billy wasn’t.

Steve is the only reliable male figure Max has ever had and she still doesn’t really know how to express things to him.

Max’s love language is gift giving. She saves up months in advance to buy Steve something really nice for his birthday or Christmas. That usually means she’s on a budget for everyone else’s gifts but she really wants to show Steve how much she appreciates him, so it doesn’t matter to her.

Max knows that Billy was an awful person and he treated her like shit, but he was also her brother and she had some fucked up idea that she should have protected him. She feels so much guilt over his death. She’s not even really grieving, she just feels so guilty.

Steve knows this and, in one of Max’s moments of vulnerability, he confesses his guilt over Barb’s death. He’s come to terms with the fact that there was nothing he really could have done for her, but he can’t help but feel like he should have done something.

They have a little bonding moment over shared trauma and guilt.

Having a little sister is uncharted territory for Steve. He has Dustin, who is the equivalent of a little brother, but Max is so much different. She’s snarky and unaffectionate and a little mean sometimes. He really has to learn how to be there for her in a way that makes her comfortable.

Steve loves Max and he would voluntarily lay down his life for any of those kids but especially Max, who has been through hell and back for the last year and who he just wants to protect so bad.

Max is used to being the responsible adult and looking out for herself, so letting go of the responsibility and letting Steve Harrington, of all people, make sure she’s safe is really difficult for her at first.

I’m 100% convinced that Max’s letter to Steve is so sappy. It’s full of the things she was never brave enough to say to him.

She thanks him for looking out for her, for being the best big brother in the entire world.

By the time she’s finished writing it, the ink is slightly smudged by the tears rolling off her cheeks and onto the paper.

Then, in delicate handwriting, she signs it: “Your baby sister, Max”