#this is the most effort i ever put into a n y t h i n g

[sunsetsandsunshine]

If me and my mutual’s were the Spider-gang…

❤️EMERY AS MILES MORALES🖤 @sunsetsandsunshine

Y’ALL ALREADY KNOOOOWWWW 💘💞💖💕💗💓

Artist of the group

My Dad is a police officer AND detective sooooooo…

He has done the “You gotta say I love you back” thing to me multiple times…

Fucking loves having friends and talking to people

COMIC BOOKS ARE LIFE‼️ COMIC BOOKS ARE LOVE‼️

Keeping the collectibles I N S I D E of the box!!! IT STAYS NICE AND FRESH THAT WAY— LIKE PRODUCE YK???!!!

Tries to be quote on quote “cooler” in front of others…

Newsflash? It never works

💝 Family lover all the way 💝

Music is LIFE 🎶🎤🎵🎼…idfk what we’d do without it…

A collector of many random things— rocks, toys, bracelets you NAME it

Hyperactive as HELL

Has a hard time accepting loss

“NAH” “🫠” “UHM…” “AAAAAAAAHHHHH”

A sketchbook for literally every season

When it comes to friendships, I will try everything in my power to maintain it and try to keep it going but once I’m done? I’m done 🫶🏾

A singer 😩🤚🏾

Physical affection 🫣💕💓

Apologies WAAAAAAY too fucking much

H A P P Y. S T I M S.

Suppressed anger issues

Knows way too many people both online and irl

Becomes a whole different person when angry 🥸👍🏾

Beatboxes and raps horribly

Basically Miles is me and I’m Miles ❤️🖤

🤍JOJO AS GWEN STACY🩵 @shut-up-jo

Cool af legit why the hell are you friends with me man—

Musician of the group 🪗🎷🎻🎺🎹🥁🎸

Shows up to your house without warning like you owe her money

In a band (most def)

Says the most DIABOLICAL and out of pocket shit known to MAN

🔥 Would burn down the kitchen if she ever cooked 🔥

Listens to Billy Joel 😌

POPULAR AF

Short af too 🤪🫶🏼

BAD PICK-UP LINES…

Would be cancelled if any of her texts got leaked

“DIE” “KYS” “CHOKE” “STFU”

Had the WORST 2020 phase (I’m sorry ilysm please don’t kill me 🙏🏼)

AOT lover (as you fucking should )

Honesty is the best policy 💋

Changes her voice depending on who she’s talking to

Has the most fucking unhinged and cursed FYP page

Doesn’t matter what social media app…it’s just straight up CURSED

Gives the best advice like oml

Could host a TED-talk but would there’s a 99.9% she would get cancelled

Needs to take a flipping BREAK 💕

Could make a TV show with her life (with like a million specials and crossovers)

Licks the powder off the Doritos and/or Taki’s and puts them back in the bag 😶…

Has burned Barbie’s before

Unironically sings 'Dance Monkey' just because

Your so so silly I love you so much 🤍🩵

💛SANA AS PAVITIR🩷 @itzsana-kiddingmenow

If sunshine were a person 🌞

Has a really toxic fanbase…

✨Anxiety✨

The best cook out of all 4 of us probably

“🥺” “GRRRRRRR” “🙈” “NAUUUR”

Calls people adorable, cute etc but can’t handle when people say that to her 🥹💓

Your adorable btw ☺️

When she’s mad she doesn’t cuss that much but most def just says big words

#TOXICFRIENDSGANG

Takes selfies like every single second 📱

Has Snapchat probably

Has listened to JoJo Siwa’s Karma WAAAAY too many times…

Would fold like a lawn chair if poked in the side 💕

FANGIRL

✨ Bilingual queen ✨

Sobbed for DAYS when MatPat dropped his departure video…

Is way too fucking smart 😉

Has the Ultimate Alpha Sigma Gyatt Rizz but doesn’t know it quite yet 👁️🫦👁️

A tea lover ☕️🍵

Would go to antique stores with people to just look at things and then end up buying the whole ass store

Does cartwheels for funsies

Overthinker ☹️

Could solo Bakugou and win

Is going to be a menace one she learns how to drive

Needs more sleep frfr

My lil sugar cream puff over here you guys 💛🩷

💙ZEEZIE AS HOBIE BROWN❤️ @ziipzeepzop-eez

101% effort in E V E R Y T H I N G

Side-eyes 🤨

Has more rizz than the whole Earth population combined

“FW” “THAT’S RACIST” “TWWINNNN” “YUUURR”

EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS

Did I say emojis?

Comes up with the most cutest freaking nicknames for people 🥹💕🩷☹️💓✨

TAKE A BREAK 😡😡😡

Can most definitely win a dance battle against anyone but acts like she can’t

Dad jokes 🫶🏽

Uses finger guns unironically (through text and in person) 👉🏽👉🏽

Could make a diss-track about so many people 🫢…

Would have a million cats if she could

Probably had a Gacha Life phase

Would go to a movie theater just to watch cat videos on the big screen

Popular af 💕

Friends with legit everyone 🙏🏽

Would actually murder a man if they hurt one of her friends

Has watched Coraline and The Nightmare Before Christmas soooooo many damn times

Guillmero Del Toro’s Pinocchio made her ugly cry (Same here 🫠)

Could solo everyone here on Tumblr easily 👁️👄👁️

Hates Twitter/X but only has it for the ✨drama✨

FAIRY LIIIGHTS

Is most def someone’s opp ☺️

Can multi-task like crazy

So cool and dazzling and aahhhfhfhds 💙❤️

(If any of this makes any of you guys uncomfy just DM me and I can erase it 🫶🏾)

[tmwcs]

M E R M A I D S T A L E C H A P T E R T E N

Warning: Stalking, kidnapping, capture, cat and mouse chase, overpower, abuse of authority, abuse of authority in relationship, resisting capture, reader is being chased, prey vs predator vibes, time skips. Contrary to what you just read, it’s not what you think 😏.

also...not proofread.... -___- it was either delay it some more or get it out. i think its good enough. pls enjoy.

“Y/n, you’re finally here…” your step brothers gasped out, receiving you as you entered the ICU. “It’s been so long since we last saw you….you look…exactly the same since we last met up.” Your eldest step-sibling admires, noting that while you both were merely two years apart, his features were drastically altered from the effects of time. You, on the other hand, remained immune and unaltered, enchanting the public eye with your mystique and abnormal genes.

“….Still no word from your mom?” He inquires seldomly. You shook your head, internally guilty for lying and maintaining the secret of her whereabouts. “I’m sorry…she hasn’t reached out.”

“it’s fine.” He softly speaks. “It’s just….I know how much dad really loved her…it broke his heart inwhen she disappeared and left that note. I know it’s been over ten years but still….I don’t think he ever got over her leaving like that.”

Placing a soft grip on his shoulder, you patted him in comfort. You wish you could explain the reasoning behind her sudden departure, and the reason why she had to leave. It was the price to pay after becoming a wife and mother, something that you promised you would never render yourself to become, all to avoid the path that was to follow suit after fulfilling the duties of motherhood. Sure, you were grateful to her, without her love and contentment as a mother, you wouldn’t be here today. However, you wouldn’t be ashamed to admit that the path she took in choosing to bring you forth into this world, raising, and educating you of the legacy behind your family line, was something you yourself refused to follow. It was because of this very moment, a time where your mother had to rid herself of the joys and love she developed for your father, the bond she created with her step-sons, and the efforts she gave into molding you, all of it, had to be put aside so that she could keep her oath. Established by the women of your family bloodline, well before your and your mothers time, that oath remained everlasting in order to protect the Sirens, to include you and your mother. In order to secure the safety of your true identity, as well as hers, she needed to bid farewell to the life she created and disappear forever. approaching your fathers bed, he lays in a critical state. He had grown much older, despite not having to visit your brothers often, you did make the effort to see your father at least yearly. His gaze lights up the moment he watched you set foot in the room.

“My girl…my only daughter….come closer to me.”

raising his hand, he caressed your hair as he admires you. “Look at you.” He smiles. “You never changed….much like your mother. Already forty years old and you look no different than when you were in your twenties.” With the tears forming in your eyes, you knew it was wrong for you to do so, but with him on the verge of emitting his last breath, you faltered as you told him the truth, after ensuring that your brothers and the nurses were all outside in the hall, and the door shut.

“Daddy….I’m sorry…..and…mom….she’s sorry too.”

His eyes become melancholy as he sighs out in relief. “You heard from your mother?”

Shaking your head, you elaborated her reason to leave.

“dad….I think you know deep down….why she left. I think….you know that…mom and I…..we’re not…like most women….you know it…don’t you?”

faintly, he nods. “Y/n…your mother….she was and will always be the most incredible woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I still don’t know….but in a sense, you are correct….I knew the moment I realized that she remained unchanged…and there I was, growing old….weary, and faded….but she, much like you…..she never did change. I just knew…that there was a secret she kept from me….but I also knew that it pained her if I had found out or questioned it. So I never bothered….it nearly killed me when I saw the letter, explaining that she had to leave. But I knew she had her reasons, it still hurt….but I know, especially when I see how vibrant you still remain….just as you were when you became a young woman…..I know that whatever reason she had, that it was necessary.”

A single tear falls from your cheek. You gulped down as you took his hand in yours. The very next night, he passed on. Never once inching the hint of truth to your brothers, instead, he took it with him to his grave.

Twenty years since have passed, shortly after your fathers passing, you remained in contact with your brothers only by email, or phone, ceasing all visitations to an end, so as to not give yourself away, after all, the years kept rolling by, and before you knew it, you reached your sixtieth birthday. Your step-siblings weren’t much older than you, yet you couldn’t possibly risk presenting yourself looking just as you did when you were becoming of age at eighteen years. Slowly, you drifted your presence away, wishing them well and to be at peace, slowly dying out from the family name, which became easy after changing your identity every decade, merely going by your real first name with close and personal friends that you made along the journey. It was a lonely prospect, still, it was far better than living a life aimlessly roaming the seas for any remaining Sirens.

Never had you thought that even without succumbing to the effects of love, marriage, and motherhood, would you have ever found yourself longing to reside in the Adriatic Sea……never.

…………………….

“Run! Go ahead and fucking ruuuuuun!!!

Piercing your eardrums, Heeseung’s screams of anger echoes in the narrow corridors of your apartment. You scatter around collecting your belongings as you frantically exit.

“I won’t run….I’ll swim…”

How did it come to this? How? You were always careful, you exhausted so much effort in maintaining your secret for so long, and you were doing so well. It wasn’t until the moment you shook his hand, looked into his eyes as he stared into yours, and noted your reaction after you processed that the feeling of his hand…his skin…it was all real and present. You shook with frustration as you leaned slightly forward, causing the cab driver to grow concerned.

“Miss? Do we need to make a stop?”

“N-no….thank you. Please take me to the closest hotel near the airport.”

…………………

Expanding the distance, you wasted no effort into arranging your departure. After checking into a room, you purchased the soonest available flight to the Mediterranean, preparing yourself to let go of the life you yearned for and worked so hard to maintain. Instead, you now looked forward to life at sea—the vast sea.

“What am I going to do? Do I search and find my mother? Where do I even start? How do I know where to look for the others?”

Looking out over the balcony, you gazed over the vast view of the city from the top floor. Placing aside the unbearable thought of living lonesomely at sea, you thought back to the scene in your apartment, that very moment when that beat in your chest, which had compelled you to resist, to fight back and aid n your escape, suddenly became present when you were at your wits end. You knew deep down, it was the one thing that all the Sirens used as their ultimate weapon for survival and independence. When your body had reacted, it did so out of fear and hopelessness, you felt the need to escape, the longing to break away from him. Attempting to fight him off, his overpowering strength proved too great for you to gain freedom, until he called out what you are, "Siren."

At that moment, you gained the tactical strength and skill to deter him away. It was the one thing that sailors feared of, and Kings dreaded hearing, the very power that your mother had educated you on...

“The Sirens Edge…”

.............................................

The next morning, you moved swiftly and checked out of your hotel room early. Ever so cautious, you remained alert and well hooded while dawning on loose and semi-baggy attire, doing your best to avoid being seen or recognized. You flagged down another cab, to take the short drive to the airport. With no luggage, merely just your phone and wallet, you quickly passed through security and arrived at your gate, anxiously awaiting to board. Never have you felt so nervous or scared, constantly turning and glancing side to side, remaining alert. It somewhat surprised you that there was no sight of Heeseung, although you refused to let down your guard, yet still, could it be possible that he gave up in getting you back? Or perhaps you did well to avoid being found, after all, he couldn't have known about the Adriatic Sea and its effect on your transformation, given that it was the birthplace of your earlier ancestors.

Once you settled in the plane, watching out through the window as it took off, you felt a sense of relief as you let out a steady breath.

"Did I really do it? Did I truly escape from an Adam?"

Looking past the transparent clouds, you gazed over the deep blue waters of the ocean as the plane takes its route.

"Mama....are you somewhere in these waters? Or are you closer to the mediterranean? Maybe even in the Pacific? Or the Atlantic even? Where?.....Where will I be able to find you? Were you able to find our ancestors? Your sisters? The matriarchs of our bloodline....did you ever find them, or are you still lurking in the depths of the ocean? Singing out your siren song....enjoying freedom."

Dragging the tips of your fingers against the clear porthole, you lean your head against the wall and drifted off into a calm slumber. It nearly felt as if you closed your eyes for only a moment, when you heard the captain announcing the plane's landing over the intercom. It had been a long flight, yet you nearly slept the entire ride. Stretching out your arms, you braced yourself for your arrival to the lands of Greece, the very place you had visited so many years ago with your family. You did it....you escaped and would be able to live freely to tell the tale.

Engrossed by the joyful relief of maintaining your freedom, though not in the manner in which you preferred, you still felt grateful that you were able to avoid eternal capture at the hands of that man. Distracted by the thought of it, you didn't notice that a pair of lustful eyes had been watching over you the entire flight, the eyes of a man who was waiting for the moment to strike, and bring you back home.

....................................

Checking into a local inn, you made sure to lock on a suite that was close to the ocean, right across from it actually. Since it was daylight, you didn't want to risk transforming when the possibility of tourists and locals would be present, frolicking through the surf. It was best to wait until nightfall, when you can slip away and enter the calming waters, and watch once more, where your legs merged and scales formed. You were just an inch away, from experiencing that numbing and tingling sensation, and the harsh impact of the fall when you found yourself unable to stand, and the smoothness of your skin developed the silver blend of rainbow pastels and that Mother of Pearl luster. That moment....when you became a Siren in her truest form.

"It shouldn't be so bad...out of water, my tail disappears and i have legs again. Maybe i'll find a nice island to settle onto, and reside there. A small, quaint and humble island, one that isn't densely populated, where I can remain hidden in the tropics and start all over...."

The idea was a bit farfetched, but nothing was impossible. You've come so far, it was only reasonable to think that with the same level of tenacity and will to survive, you could do it. You could restart and have a brand new life, and perhaps...you may be able to find your mother.

Leaning over the banister of the balcony, you hummed out a tune. Normally you would never think to do such a thing in public, however, with no one around and in sight, you figured on your last few hours on this part of the world, might as well enjoy the soothing effects of your own voice. You had to admit, that there definitely was something special about a Siren's voice. From the moment you came into this world, you understood its effects whenever your mother sang to you, always ensuring that your brothers and father were never around to hear. Initially you thought it odd after noticing the trend, yet after learning of who you were, you understood fully, especially after seeing the effects you had when you innocently sang to yourself amidst your trail walks or morning exercise at the park.

Humming out, you began singing the words of the soft lullaby your mother taught you. Admiring the waves of the water, you watched as the local fishermen gather their equipment and pack up for the day while the sun sets. The sky was turning neon orange with raging pink hues, meshing in with the ranges of blue tints into the stratosphere. Lost in thought, your humming was interrupted by a voice of an unknown male.

"My, that's quite a voice you got there."

Startled, you shifted your gaze over to the side and watched as a seemingly young man stood by, facing and admiring you at a distance. Leaning against a wooden beam, he sets his gaze over the setting sun before taking a few steps in, leaning against the banister of his own balcony, that was stationed next to yours.

"Sorry. I didnt know anyone was around listening." You murmured, suddenly caving in as you hoped you weren't singing too loud, which seemed like the case given that the man didn't seem to be affected by the seductive nature of your vocal cord, or your appearance. Thank goodness for the wide hood of the men's hoodie you purchased, that and, the baggy jeans.

"No need to apologize, its nice to hear such a lovely sound. You must have taken singing lessons, no?"

Shaking your head, you mitigated from speaking, and placed more thought in excusing yourself without creating any tension or awkwardness, which could possibly lead to a scene, or an unnecessary altercation. Figuring it was best to politely excuse yourself, you attempted to get away inconspicuously, yet the man never presented the opportunity for you to speak, he kept talking, merging, and coming in closer until he stationed himself against the banister that bridged the two balcony's together into a shared, half-wall. He seemed to close for comfort, yet you did your best to remain calm and undetected.

"Are you always this quiet, miss?"

"mm...sorry...i really have to go."

"do you now?" he speaks with a low chuckle. Glancing over the sun set once more, he spoke the harrowing words that caused your heart to nearly stop beating.

"Were you planning in escaping to the sea?.....Siren."

Your eyes shot up and a static bolt of fear and horror strides through your spine. You barely had enough time to process all that was going on, when the man leaped over the half wall and displayed enough stealth and finesse to let you know what exactly he was.

Pushing you back into through the opened sliding door, you faltered to his brute strength, despite the man being more on the slender side. Pinning you down on the floor, he hovers over you as he successfully grabs onto both wrists, restraining you from conducting any movement.

"Ah.....my Siren.....I've been wanting to catch you for so long. You're finally mine."

Frantically shifting around in a panic, you furrowed your brows as he steadied you to face directly in his eyes.

"My Siren....I won't let you escape from me this time."

"W-what are you talking about?! I've never seen you in my life! Get away from me!"

"No....you belong to me. God, look at you! Just as gorgeous as the day I saw you.....I had wondered where you went. All those years, the time I've spent doing the causative research, I finally came to concluded theory of the connection between Sirens and the Adriatic Sea. Though i'm not entirely sure what it is, but perhaps you can tell me....on the plane ride back home, where you will be mine and only mine."

Glaring into him, you felt the sudden throb in your chest, it was faint, yet the awakening of the Siren's Edge was brewing. If you could just figure out how to trigger it like last time, when you fought off Heeseung. Back then, it was his calling of the Siren name that caused you to pulsate into rage. Yet with this mysterious man, you couldn't pin it down, for he seemed far to knowledgable....perhaps....was he too familiar with your bloodline and the history of the Siren's Edge? Was he purposely detaining you and keeping you from being triggered into awakening your truest potential?

"What's wrong?" he grins. "Stunned to come across an Adam?"

Building up the strength as you felt the pressure on your wrists and chest, all from the dense strength of his grasp and weight, you issued your own deliverance as you lunged your head forward, head-butting him straight into his nose, causing him to loosen his grip, just a tad, enough for you to shift around onto your stomach, and low crawl away, all before you felt his hands regaining their grip on your wrists and his chest landing on your back, gluing you to the floor.

"Ahhhhh..." he snorts out as the blood runs from his nose and down to his chin. "Looks like you need to be taught a lesson....don't you?" laughing as he continues to snarl against your ear, he licks the inside of your canal before whispering, "I've got a special place, where only I'll be able to have you. You'll give me sons, and you'll be all mine."

Gasping out in despair, you curled your fingers in against the floorboard, shaking your head as your hair drapes down. You can't....you can't lose...you can't go with this man. You've come so far.....you needed to get out. But....

"What do you say? My sea maiden." Bringing your wrists down and behind your back, he takes hold of your hands with only one of his, while his free hand fetches the rope he had hidden in his jacket pocket. He was far too strong for you to handle in your current state, you needed to reawaken it...you needed to get that surviving urge so you could fight back and gain your freedom. Yet, when all was said and done, it never peaked through. You nearly surrendered as you felt the robe binding your wrists together, tightened and knotted.

"There. Now....with this, you'll have a nice, long nap. Just like the one you took on the plane ride here."

Your eyes widened in fear as you panted out deep breaths from the struggle. Speechless, you tried to focus more on what to do than what to say. Yet you couldn't come up with anything, not with him effortlessly restraining you. "I'd say, this should knock you out for at least fourteen hours."

Wiggling, you tried your best to break free. Feeling the slack in the rope brought about hope, so you continued to try and delay him from doing anything, just until you could break free from your restraints.

"G-get off.....let me go! I don't belong to you! I don't belong to anyone!"

Laughing out, he taunts you with his words as he digs into his second pocket, and takes out something else, all to aid his efforts in capturing you. Flashing it before your eyes, you gasped out in fear as he flaunts a needle and syringe in his hand. Panically struggling, trying to gain more slack in the rope, you grew anxious as he brought the needle closer to your neck. So close, but not close enough. Grinning once more, he taunts out his words as he presses the needle against your skin. "Say goodnight sweetheart."

Wincing your eyes shut, squeezing out the tears to leak out, you breached for the sharp pain that was inbound, yet never came. Instead, the dense weight of the man atop, was suddenly lifted and from the sounds of it, he was thrown across the room. Turning over, you rested on your back as your hands continued to wiggle about, trying to break free from the rope, when you were shocked frozen upon seeing Heeseung standing before you, his tall height hover above as he faces the man he just threw.

The man regained his stance, but not without the difficulties of regaining composure as he struggled to steady himself. Looking directly towards Heeseung, he wipes the blood off his lip as he stutters out.

"Hmph....go ahead....fight me. I saw her first boy, she belongs to me. Respect that."

Confused, your eyes shifted between the two men. The unknown Adam merely glanced at you, presenting his usual grin, where Heeseung never did break his sight away from the man he just flung out. He kept his gaze steady, issuing a deadly look as he developed the murderous rage within, one that could only be found within an Adam of his caliber. Kneeling down, he maintains his sinister glare over to the unknown male, only breaking the gaze for a small moment as he quickly side eyes you, and speaks in a deep and calm voice.“Miss me?”

Gentle yet firm, pulls you in against his chest, and lifts you to a standing posture, enveloped within his embrace, never bothering to untie you.

With your chest pressed up against his, and his arms wrapped around you, he leans in and places a soft kiss on the side of your head while you remained facing away and off to the side. "It’s okay...my Siren. I'm here....I just need you to be a good girl and sit still while daddy takes care of the bad man." He issues his words as he pets your hair, and gently sits you down on a chair nearby.

Oddly enough, seeing Heeseung here and fighting off this mysterious Adam, all the while comforting you with his tender kiss and soft touch, it brought about a warmth that calmed you. For a split second, you felt different from how you normally did in his presence. But the moment was short lived, for when you caught a glimpse of that menacing look in his eye, that horrifying glare and sadistic smirk, you felt a level of fear that you had never experienced…. even compared to the last encounter you had with him, the nightmare you were seeing with your own eyes initiated a fright that you didn't experience before. Licking his lips as he glares down at you, something in your gut feeling told you of the unfinished business that he was determined to revisit with you. How could someone give off so much passion and affection, and yet, looked so monstrous and hungry…

"I told you, she's mine!" the man shouts out and points in your direction. Heeseung merely stayed calm, displaying that sinister smirk formed by darkened lips.

"Oh yeah?" He calmly issues in a teasing tone, as if he was going out of his way to antagonize the man.

The unknown Adam merely laughs in response. "I knew that you had found her....MY Siren....I knew from the moment i caught you admiring that painting.....Heeseung."

Furrowing your brows, you grew confused. Did the two Adams know each other? How?

...................................

...................................

“You’ve been interested in that painting for the last few days….you didn’t pay any mind to it before…”

"Yeah..."

“Is there a reason for that?”

"I don’t know…”

“Heeseung, come with me for a moment. I have something to show you.”

..............................

Tag list: @ayyow811 , @kaykay11sworld , @ophelie245

[aruanimess]

Hello! Do you have any random headcanons for Annie, Armin or other AOT characters that you like? Have a lovely day!

Hello, anon! (Sorry for taking my time with answering, I had a lot of thoughts)

Such a lovely question! I do indeed have many headcanons about AruAni and other characters I enjoy. I've shared some modern hcs about Armin and Annie specifically here too, if you wanna check them out.

Since you're giving me the opportunity to share some more though, let's do post-canon hcs instead. I think it'd be a nice change.

Armin cooks, Annie eats.

I know Armin is a busy man, but I'm positive he likes to take a break from his packed schedule to make a treat for his girl. Sure, he's not the best cook ever, but he tries and every dish is created with care and love poured into it. Annie enjoys the attention (and the cooking) quite a lot, too, so it's not like she's planning to stop him any time soon.

Armin's curiosity reaches unprecedented highs.

With the whole world at his disposal (well, what's left of it), Armin is finally free to go wild. He wants to learn it all and learn it all NOW! At first he turns to Annie for trivia regarding the outside world, and it's a sweet moment of bonding for them, sharing information about the world as they get to know more and more of each other as well. Soon, however, Annie is no longer enough. She's a surprisingly patient teacher, but she simply can't keep up with the level of detail Armin wants to go into, and frankly she doesn't care enough. So she urges him to find another tutor.

And Armin doesn't find one. He finds fifty.

Turns out, no one is an expert in everything, and Armin wants to know E V E R Y T H I N G. From exotic animals to foreign policy, to current tech, to theology, he's curious about it all!

Of course, a sane person cannot retain this much information, so what ends up happening is Armin going from one hyper specific interest to the next at an alarming rate. Jean and Connie worry about him initially (surely their friend is finally losing it), but when they eventually confront him about it, he confirms that he just enjoys the ride more so than the actual knowledge. "Most people have learnt bits and pieces while they were growing up," he says, "I have a lot to catch up to, but I'm not beating myself up about remembering it all." Jean and Connie are appeased. As long as he takes care of himself and he's happy, there's nothing else to fret over.

Annie takes up a sport.

Listen, martial arts are well and good, but there's only so much effort you can put in them when you're not in active danger. Annie maintains her training regimen for a while, but without a purpose it turns stale and repetitive. Still, she enjoys the physical activity and the challenge, so she's pretty bummed about it, until someone (probably Pieck) suggests she start playing a sport.

I'm not sure what exactly would fit her best. A solitary sport is more in line with her personality, but perhaps a team sport would help her build relationships and come out of her shell a little. I kinda want to say badminton, but I might be thinking that because I'm partial to it myself.

Mikasa is living her best cottagecore life.

After her return to Paradis, Mikasa would be in mourning, so I think that in order to heal mentally she'd choose to live somewhere relatively secluded. In my opinion, a cottage much like the one she shared with Eren in the paths and the one she lived in with her parents would be preferable to her than living in a city, where everyone would demand her attention.

During her time living alone, she takes up every hands-on hobby imaginable: fishing, hunting, crocheting, knitting, foraging, cooking, making preserves, making yarn (and yes she has sheep in this scenario), chopping wood, whittling etc. She goes to the town every week to sell her creations and buy what she can't make and everyone is in awe of her talent and dedication. It's a great way to keep her mind from drifting to a dark place and, as an added benefit, it's quite the conversation starter, so she ends up forming bonds with her neighbors as well.

[astroyongie]

Hi! Can I request Minghao sfw

A To Z Analysis: SFW

Minghao

A = Affection 

They aren't the most affectuous person ever. Minghao isn't the type of person hat will feel the need to give attention or be the one giving

B = Best friend 

As a best friend, he is the type you can call to go out, to have fun, to hen you are bored and need to do some activities. You can call on him and he will be there

C = Cuddles 

Not the most cuddle either, if he can avoid it he will.

D = Domestic 

He won't want to settle down but he will due to his family. But if he could choose it himself he would prefer to adventure himself in life, rather than settling down

E = Ending 

The breakup would be harsh. Minghao would either cheat on them, or simply be straightforward with his intentions

F = Fiance(e)

Like I said, he isn't the type that wants to get committed, so he would need a lot of time before he asks for marriage and again, only through family influence

G = Gentle 

Physically he can be a little brute and not the most gentle person, but emotionally he can be pretty chill especially if he is on a good mood

H = Hugs 

Just like the cuddles, he isn't a person that likes a lot of physical contact so he if can avoid it, he will

I = I love you 

Wouldn't say it first. If he does it's because he wouldn't mean it, he would need to have a lot of trust before saying the big word

J = Jealousy 

Quite jealous, but doesn't show it. If he gets jealous he usually tries to make his partner taste their own medicine

K = Kisses 

His kisses are intense and hot, quite experienced and new. He always adds something new to the kiss

L = Little ones

Isn't against having children, but I wonder how much effort he would put into raising them

M = Morning 

Mornings are chill, usually he sings, he is in good mood and he gets himself ready for the day

N = Night 

Nights with him are easy and simple, usually involves some physical activity or doing something together before sleeping

O = Open 

Minghao isn't a open person, he doesn't open himself, not even to his partner and you will need to get him drunk or under a mood to make him open up

P = Patience 

They are easily angered and he loses patience easily depending on the person around him

Q = Quizzes 

Surprisingly he does remember quite a few things about his partner, random details and dates

R = Remember 

His favorite memory of you guys is when you were on your first park date

S = Security 

He can be quite possessive and protective of you when you guys go out, always has a arm around your shoulder

T = Try 

He doesn't put much effort unless he knows other people will be around and that he has to make good figure

U = Ugly 

Has the bad habit to put his needs before his partners

V = Vanity 

Like any idol he is vanitious, and even more when he has to go out in public

W = Whole 

He wouldn't feel incomplete without his partner, Sagittarius mars makes him way too free

X = Xtra 

Minghao is more a friend dude than a partner dude

Y = Yuck 

He wouldn't like if his partner is too sensitive, the type to get easily touched by anything that he does or say

Z = Zzz

He moves a lot during his sleep

[plscallmeeren]

3 I H A T E M Y S E L F F O R L O V I N G Y O U

'Midnight, gettin' uptight, where are you?

You said you'd meet me, now it's quarter to two

I know I'm hangin' but I'm still wantin' you

Hey Jack, it's a fact they're talkin' in town

I turn my back and you're messin' around

I'm not getting jealous, don't like lookin' like a clown

I think of you every night and day

You took my heart, and you took my pride away

I hate myself for loving you

Can't break free from the the things that you do

I wanna walk but I run back to you

That's why I hate myself for loving you

Daylight, spent the night without you

But I've been dreamin' 'bout the lovin' you do

I'm over being angry 'bout the hell you put me through

Hey man, bet you can't treat me right

You just don't know what you was missin' last night

I wanna see you beggin', say, 'forget it' just for spite'

- Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

"See you later, have fun," I called after the twins as they hurried off, simply smiling back at Evan before she left as well. Miriam was at home, 'sick', but in truth she was grieving for her ex-girlfriend that broke up with her.

I wanted to be with her, hugging her, comforting her, whispering sweet nothings that I never knew whether they were true or not, all of it. But instead I was standing in my car door, holding eye contact with Billy Hargrove as he did the same.

Max jumped out of the car beside him, ready to catch up with Angel (who hadn't seen her), but made a point to come up to me beforehand.

Her head sunk as she whispered to me, mildly fearful but mainly fierce, willing me to believe her words: "Stay away from him. Please. I can tell you're not like the others to him - I don't know what he'll do. But he's dangerous. He could hurt you."

"Thanks for the warning. I'm taking you seriously, believe me, but... I spent almost every day of my life with him for three years. He never hurt me," I countered. At least not physically, but I kept that thought to myself. There were no greetings, no small talk, no sugar-coating.

It was strange talking to someone that way. I wasn't used to it in the least. But it was undeniably refreshing. Who did, after all, need all those frivolous words and endless double-meanings?

She shook her head in disbelief, licking her lips nervously as she glanced behind her at Billy, who was beginning to approach us.

"Be careful," she breathed, throwing her skateboard onto the ground and jumping on it, rolling away as she called out for Evan.

What had he done to her? What exactly, so that she had grown so scared?

"That little shit- What did she say to you? Huh? What did she say?" he spoke loudly, and for the first time in years I remembered the intimidating aura that pulsated and radiated when he was angry at someone. More than anything, I remembered those same savage eyes when their hungry gaze was turned on me.

"You're angry, baby. I always told you I'd refuse to talk to you when you're angry. Hasn't changed. Even if no one else abides by such a sensible policy," I reminded him calmly, closing the car door behind me and leaning on the vehicle instead.

He tensed, visibly making an effort to breathe deeply and stop his raging heart.

"Okay, now what-"

"You're still angry," I repeated, walking up to him and setting a hand on his cheek as I stared at his eyes, waiting patiently.

"Okay. Okay. It doesn't matter. Doesn't matter," he chanted, trying to convince himself.

"Yeah, sugar. It doesn't." My other hand found his face as well without my permission, but I had never had enough control over my emotions as to stop myself.

"Skip first period with me?" he offered hopefully, leaning into my touch as I momentarily closed my eyes to consider.

"Just this once," I gave in, painfully aware of what I had told Eddie the day before.

•••

We sat in the forest, Billy's head lying on my lap as I fiddled with his hair, appreciating it more than ever now that I could see him again. For so long, the most I had seen of him was his silhouette sitting arrogantly in his Camaro, waiting for Max to leave my house in order to drive her home. That was all.

"So, how's Johnathan?" Billy asked lightly as he took a drag on his cigarette.

"You're really trying to make up with me, aren't you?" Considering the amount of time Billy had spent tormenting both me and my friend for our friendship was impressively terrible, I couldn't help being just a tad surprised as the past lay in very stark contrast to asking how he was.

"But I think he's okay. Well, as okay as one can be after that sort of thing happens to your little brother and family and shit," I confessed, snatching the cigarette from his hand and inhaling a breath of deviously calming smoke as well before returning it to his smug self.

"Yeah. I wouldn't mind if Max went missing for a few weeks-"

"Shut your fucking mouth," I snapped, frowning, not finding the insinuation funny at all.

"Okay, sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to upset you," he replied with his hands raised beside his head in surrender.

"It's not about me," I scoffed, hoping upon hope that I meant it. "Max is great, and you treat her like shit. That's what it's about."

He stayed silent, the grin fading from his face at my words as he stared into void air.

"Yeah. I do," he finally admitted, not so much guilt as nostalgia dominating his features. I could've screamed at seeing it. At the reason he had suffered so much. The reason Max had suffered so much. The reason I had. Susan had. Mr. fucking Hargrove.

Except it probably wasn't him. It was probably his father, or his mother, or maybe his aunt. Who knew these things. But that leaves one with the aggravating truth that the act can always be justified, and the culprit can never be served.

"Hey, speaking of blood relatives... How's your father treating you, love?" I asked carefully, stroking the side of his face gently as he closed his eyes.

"Cologne isn't the only make-up I have on. And damn, do I love when you call me that." I didn't answer that. No more than a 'cologne isn't make-up', at least. What was I supposed to say that I hadn't a million times already?

"And your mother?"

"Oh, she left. Max didn't tell you? That was years ago."

"No... I'm sorry," I breathed, but he just shook his head.

"No, I'd leave me, too, if I could. Who wouldn't?" Another way we were the same. And our mothers before that. All the same, sad, motherfucking story.

"That's not fair. You can't say that to me," I whispered, cradling his head in my hands protectively as I stared forward blindly, refusing to look at him.

"Guess not."

He sat up, sitting down next to me as his cologne washed over me in a new wave of serendipity. Too much for comfort.

"Hey, I still love you," he cooed, and the shift in his features was noticeable as he tweaked himself in just the right ways to charm more people. A more general population. Not me. I liked him just as he was.

He cupped my cheek and easily slipped his knee between my legs from the side, insinuating heavily, but I just stared on, empty of myself with a frown on my face.

"Look at me. Please." I did as he asked, but not because I obeyed him - because there was nowhere else I wanted to look anyway. Nothing worth seeing, or am I wrong?

He slowly leaned in, his knee digging further into me as his lips almost touched mine, but that was too far. Too much betrayal to be undone in an hour.

I turned my face away from him again, letting his kiss find my cheek gently instead. He was hurt, it seemed. Well, not as hurt as me.

"Did I even know you?" He wasn't angry. Or desperate. Nothings as primitive as that. He was sad and he was disappointed and he was guilty, but most of all, the doubt was taking the place off the last strands and sparks of hope he had had left.

At least I could say I felt far more guilty. Not that I could have named a single one of my resonating emotions in that specific moment.

"How could you have known me? I don't even know myself," I breathed, the very disbelief and anger I looked down upon sickering through my immature words. I sounded like I hadn't talked in weeks. I felt like someone was screaming into a microphone inside my head, banging against my skull to let them out but there was no door, or at least none I had a key to, and I swore I could hear a threatening buzzing sound. I swore.

"Or maybe that's just it. Maybe you knew me. Maybe it's only me. Maybe every accusation anyone has ever made and every therapist's diagnosis was right. Maybe I just don't wanna accept it. How would I know?" I didn't mean to snap at him. I really didn't. But I hadn't talked to anyone in years, and I suppose that was changing at a high volume.

"Well, have you ever thought... that maybe that's not exclusive? I don't know, but what if it's all true - every image, diagnosis, whatever - but it's just... not the full story? Maybe it's just that there's a whole lot more to you. You surprise me every time. So I guess there's always more. Right?"

Is he just as perfect as he was when I was 17?

And then I snapped out of it. My two lives; Dreamwalking and the anxious realist. Whatever did I prefer? My Piscean or my Aquarian?

Suddenly my fingernails were very interesting, the ones on my right hand picking at the others. The way my muscles moved as they did so. The dry, leaf-covered ground resting about a meter beneath them. They've gotten pretty long. I should cut them again soon.

"Raven?"

I had to look up at him, simply had to. His pretty blue eyes as pure as poetry. Hair falling beside his face like it had been painted with the swift and delicate turns of a painter's tool. Lips that seemed to beg to be kissed, if they could not be watched talking.

And yet I was the one who had just turned him down.

"Maybe," I whispered, suddenly not able to look him in the eye. "Maybe."

"I'm not proud of what I did, y'know. I'm not proud of what I do to Max either, no matter what I say. I just... I have nowhere to show emotion anymore. Nowhere to be me or just... talk without a million lies and charms to make sure the only thing anyone will ever hear from it is 'I wanna fuck you'. That's not- I hate it. I hate it. Not Max. I don't really hate Max. Who could hate Max?"

I smiled sadly, looking back at him, but I wasn't blind. I saw what he was doing.

"No- I, uh. Remember that night when, um, Neil beat me up so bad I was scared to go to school because there was no way to cover it up?"

I nodded intently.

"Yeah, well, when you climbed through my window and held me and used your magic make-up shit on me to make it all look like it wasn't there... I stopped hiding for the very first time in my life apart from with my mother when I was little. It felt really weird. But I never forgot it. But the next day, at school, I got over myself and talked to you no matter what my so-called 'friends' would think of it.

'When I did, you practically whisked me away to that field - y'know, that pretty one up on the hill?"

I nodded again.

"And we talked about all kinds of shit. From how our parents treated us to our favourite bands to fuckin' philosophy. And then we fucked under a tree, on a meadow, and I have never enjoyed sex as much as I did with you that day. Ever. And I still think you're not only the most beautiful girl I've ever met - by far - but also that you have the hottest figure-"

"Okay, I can do without that compliment, hon'", I laughed, and he laughed with me.

"Yeah, I remember", I repeated, stealing his cigarette once again to calm my nerves a bit. "But don't pull your 'you're the only girl who does that or this' crap on me. I'm not a fucking idiot, I know the tricks."

A moment of silence.

"Are you... Did you give up on dope?" he asked carefully. Nothing else other than the final fight had damaged our relationship as much.

I had to laugh. A hollow, dry laugh that I wished hadn't need be.

"Oh, yeah, I gave up on weed a long time ago," I told him with a sarcastic edge. I was still an addict. Just an addict with not enough money.

"Oh. So... I regret my actions, you're not a dope-head anymore... I'd say we're perfect for each other," Billy finalised, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and kissing me on the cheek.

"Hm, yeah, I dunno," I joked, teasingly putting a finger under his chin and leading his face to mine, allowing my lips to ghost his, pulling away and standing.

"Oh, you are still a tease, aren't you?" he squinted at me, disapproving yet smiling.

"Right? Crazy, huh."

"Yeah. Now c'mere, the least you can do is sit close to me."

"Billy Hargrove wants someone to intrude on his personal space?"

"Shut up."

"Sure thing."

2405 words

——————

Please comment or vote etc :) it makes my day and keeps me motivated

[eldritch-bf]

N E O N M O O N L I G H T

R a m o s F a m i l y

Camilo Ramos

Already talked about this guy at length but he is the best. His only motivation is to keep his family safe; he has a largely negative opinion of America, despite being born here, because he has never gotten to visit Mexico, and knows he never will, because of the Alcázars. He dislikes having to speak in English as well, which he considers a cold and clinical languages (he's kinda right) and claims to only "think" in Spanish. This softens as he gets to know Xavier, who is essentially the only white boy to ever say his name right (Ca-MEE-lo; most non-Spanish speakers call him ca-MILL-o which he hates) and put in the effort to speak Spanish.

He doesn’t hold resentment for his grandfather exactly, but he does hate the fact that their family has been running from the Alcázars for three generations. He might just be brave/stupid enough to try to end his family’s problems by himself.

His father is a full-blooded Alcázar and his mother is half Alcázar, meaning he is 3/4ths Alcázar, even more than his mother, something Rafael attributes his grandson’s hatred of the U.S. to.

Marianela Ramos

Camilo's aunt, Emiliana’s half sister, and the owner of Cocina Ramos. She primarily raised Camilo while his mother struggled with addiction when he was young, and then again after she disappeared during his teens. She once told Camilo never to date "crazy white girls" which he took to heart. She never realized he would find himself the most unhinged (affectionate) white boy imaginable.

Viviana Ramos

Camilo's younger, half sister, 17. She wants to be a Spanish language poet. Aware that Camilo is being forced to work as an unlicensed doctor for the O’Shea Clann but Camilo refuses to allow her to get involved (stupid boy).

Isabel & Erica Ramos

Twins, about to turn 15; Camilo’s half-sisters and Vivana’s full sisters; neither are allowed to do much because Camilo would never put his sisters in dangerous situations.

Leon Wilkes

Married Emiliana Ramos years ago and had Viviana and the twins together. Since his wife’s disappearance he has raised the girls mostly by himself, with the help of Marianela.

Emiliana Ramos

She’s had a hard life—having Camilo with a guy she didn’t know was an Alcázar when she was 15, struggling with substance abuse, getting clean and meeting Leon and having the girls, then disappearing one night 7 years ago and hasn’t been heard from since.

Rafael Ramos

Born Rafael Vásquez, once he fled to the states when Marianela was 6 yo and Emiliana was 6 mo, he changed his last name to his mother’s. Ever since a brush with death during early childhood, Santa Muerte has given him prophetic dreams—following a vision of hers is what allowed him to escape the Alcázars. Of course, and somewhat comically, his daughters and grandchildren do not believe in his visions, thinking he is just an old man saying some weird shit. It doesn’t help that these visions are often symbolic—Camilo appearing as a common kingsnake, the Alcázars as rattlesnakes (common kingsnakes are IMMUNE to rattlesnake venom and they eat snakes), Xavier as a coyote (double meaning here with the coyote slang word and smth smth “coyotes carry you safely home”), etc. so no one except for himself ever has any idea what he’s talking about.

In a partially comedic scene, Rafael catches Camilo making out with Xavier one night and Camilo didn’t exactly expect his grandfather to say something homophobic, but he really didn’t expect him to start saying “the coyote who devours lead is finally here; does the serpiente know well enough to hold him close?” basically Rafael knows Xavier is going to literally take multiple bullets on multiple different occasions for his grandson, and he also knows his grandson has a habit of pushing people away and trying to go it alone.

the Moonlight trilogy might be primarily from the perspectives of Camilo and Xavier, but it is Rafael who gets the prologue chapter (showing him driving through the Sonora bound for San Ysidro with his daughters in the back seat), and the story is really all about the chain of events Rafael accidentally set into motion when he married an Alcázar. His whole backstory is enough to warrant its own novel so I won’t get into any more details of his past because Christ alive this man (affectionate) *chefs kisses*.

[wisecrackingeric-2]

IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY BUT ARGH YES I COULD NOT AGREE WITH YOU MORE AGSBWHENEHENDUDNXHDNDJDJDK

I’ve seen your Blue Umbrella theories on twitter and they’re really really interesting!!!!!!!!!! It does make sense that if re wanted to have something believable that would bring Ada and Leon back together in a main line game that Luis could be their connection, but also like I have said literally a million and one times it’s,,,,,,,, o d d that Capcom put S O much time and effort into Luis’ character just to,,, kill him off?? Theoretically????????

Like you said they don’t even give most side characters that much treatment!!!!!!!! Not even Carlos or Rose come CLOSE to the level of depth Luis has!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (And that’s said with literally all the love in the world for the both of them I would fight TOOTH AND NAIL for Rosemary) but they literally put so much time and effort and tiny details and lore and depth and HUMANITY into Luis it seems weird that they’d never bring him back for,,, a n y t h i n g ????????? Why put that mich effort into a character if they’re only gonna show up for one game and it’s DLC???????? (And don’t even get me STARTED on how much the dlc expanded on his character I WILL GO FERAL)

I’ve heard some people say that it’s possible re4r’s gonna get another dlc or more expanded content cuz of Steams files or something so maybe we’ll get something then but other than that??????? I’m still holding out hope that we’ll see more of him cuz it seems like such a weird waste to have him permanently killed off!!!!!!!!!! He’s literally one of the most deep and human characters we’ve ever gotten I would be SO SHOCKED if they never did anything else with him!!! Like even just a backstory scene or a mini game or something please Capcom!!!!!!!!!!

Luis Serra is soooooooo Funny. Capcom Really Said yeah let’s make our most well written and tragic and deep and intricate and soulful and beautiful and human character ever. But. Let’s also make him the silliest silliest guy to ever grace the earth. Oh also he’s a child prodigy scientist. Oh also we gave him the tiniest waist known to mankind and also the most kissable nose and face. And we also made him REALLT FRUITY LIKE SOSOSOSSO FRUITY LIKE RHIS IS OUR GAYEST CHARACTER YET HE KISSES MEN ON THE DAILY. Oh also his voice actor is the most kindest and coolest human ever :)

[shinsouskitten]

Hi, so I just read your Bakugou NSFW alphabet, and I was wondering could you do one for Karma Akabane? There's a lack of content for him on Tumblr in general compared to Bakugou and I'm THIRSTY.

ME TOO HONEY. love me some sadistic redhead moments

also sorry for this being like RLLY late 😔 i hope you're not too dehydrated

Warnings: nsfw, mdni, this one is dirty

---

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

Okay hear me out. He’s kinda shit at aftercare. He tries, bless him, but he’s just not really a nice guy (I love the guy but c’mon). Likely the most you’ll get is half a glass of water he forgot was on his bedside table and a towel to clean yourself off. At least, that’s all you’ll get while you’re awake. Once you’re asleep he’ll clean you properly (as well as he can without waking you up) and make sure you’re lying comfortably so you don’t wake up too stiff

There’s been the occasional time when you’ve passed out from how hard you came and he’s just kinda stared at you for a moment before making sure you’re okay (and alive) then just lay there stroking your hair until you come (no pun intended) back to him

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

He likes his hands, especially around your throat or gripping your hips like a vice as he completely ruins you. Something makes me think Karma is a neck guy, cause he can cover them with hickies that you can’t hope to hide unless you have some really good concealer. He’s a bit of a vampire

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

Everywhere and anywhere. Karma loves to make a mess, and then constantly tell you how dirty you are and demand that you clean yourself up. One of his favorite moments is after he cums inside you, and warns you not to waste a single drop. If you do, oh boy, I guess he’ll just have to fill you up again

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

Karma doesn’t really have any dirty secrets. If he wants to try something out, he’ll tell you. Really he’s shameless. He’s not gonna hide anything from you, even the darkest thoughts born from his deepest depravity

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

Not many people would be able to go a night with Karma, cause he can get a little intense, so before you he’s not incredibly experienced. He’s not a virgin by any means, but he hasn’t had the chance to try out most of the crazy things he wants to try. So for the most part he knows what he’s doing, but when it gets to the really fun stuff… well it’ll be a learning curve for the both of you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Karma doesn’t really have a favorite position, simply because you never stay in one for long enough

G = Goofy (how serious are they in the moment?)

If you whine, or beg, he will laugh at you (the low chuckle 😩). This dude just really enjoys mocking you, but he’s still very serious about pleasuring you

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

Tbh he doesn’t really put too much effort into grooming. Mostly he’ll just try to keep it trimmed, and occasionally he’ll shave. Don’t worry tho, even though he doesn’t groom like crazy, he still keeps everything clean

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

He’s a fucking sadist. Don’t expect him to kiss your forehead and shower you with rose petals cause that’s just not Karma. This man will fuck you until you’re drooling and shaking and unable to talk with absolutely no remorse

J = Jack off (what are their views on masturbation?)

Honestly likes it a little too much. Is there such a thing as a masturbation addiction, cause if so, Karma has it. He has an incredibly high drive, and you’re not always there (or able to keep up with him) so if the dick goes up, the hand goes down

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He puts the S in BDSM

L = Location (favorite places to do the dance with no pants)

Once again, anywhere and everywhere. He’s also not shy about being caught

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

When you talk back to him. Did someone say brat tamer?

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

He’ll try anything once, so don’t be shy to suggest something. This man is truly depraved, so anything you could think of, he’s thought of worse

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

Receiving, 100% receiving. And he’s not gentle either. Get ready for a face fucking cause he will use you until he’s satisfied. If he’s going down on you, it’s because he wants to overstimulate you and see those pretty little tears run down your cheeks

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

He will break your back. ‘Nuff said

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

Karma looooooooves quickies, especially in public. There’s something about being so needy that you just can’t wait and the thrill and risk of being caught by unsuspecting onlookers

R = Risk (how risky are they willing to be?)

He once fucked you through a midnight showing of Fifty Shades of Gray, as a demonstration that that movie knows nothing about the real good stuff (his words). Surprisingly, no one in the cinema caught on to what was happening in the back seats, and even if they heard something, they most likely ignored it as part of the film. So yeah, he’s down for some risk

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

It just doesn’t stop. Like- HOW CAN ONE PERSON HAVE SO MUCH STAMINA?! TF?! If you’re not literally shaking he’s not stopping (unless you ask him too of course, he may be an ass but he’s not a completely terrible person)

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

Oh my. If it exists, he has it. And he’s not shy about trying toys on himself either. He’s very open to new things so it’s not uncommon that you come home to find three new boxes on the kitchen counter and Karma standing over them with a maniacal grin

U = Unfair (how much do they tease?)

Dude. It’s Karma

V = Volume (how they sound, how loud they are, etc)

A small groan here and there, but most of the volume coming from your bedroom will be your own screams. The neighbors know his name, they’ve heard it so much it’d be impossible not to. He uses a fair amount of dirty talk, but he keeps most of his own sounds quiet. He wants to hear your voice, not his own

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

Now cause it’s not technically a dirty secret I left this one until now. One time he had a dream where you topped him and he woke up harder than he’s ever been in his life. He’s way too proud to ever admit wanting to see you take the lead, but if you surprise him and steal the reins, he may just protest a little less

X = X-ray (let’s have a looksee in those pants)

Mini Karma stands tall at a good 7 inches. He’s slightly leaner than average, but there’s a slight curve that has him drilling into your sweet spot with each and every thrust

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

You know Mt Everest? Yeah? Keep going up

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

With his stamina levels it’s highly unlikely he’d fall asleep before you. There’s been the occasional time when you’ve passed out from how hard you came and he’s just kinda stared at you for a moment before making sure you’re still alive

[mandy-asimp]

after hours

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader x emily prentiss

warnings: smut, profanity, sub!reader, penetration, rough?

summary: reader stays after work with emily as she finishes paper work

a/n~ this is old and probably bad, but yolo!

It was late at work. You were positive that only you and Emily were left. Emily offered to drive you home since you got back from a case in California.  And usually, you walk home with Reid, as you lived in the same complex building. Yet, when she offered you couldn't say no.

You got up and decided to go change into something way more comfortable. Taking out a pair of fuzzy long pajama pants. They were white with bubbles and rubber duckies. Matching it with a plain yellow shirt. It was oversized and tucked in, just the way you liked it. Your feet covered by blue fuzzy socks. You had the outfit stored in your spare drawer, in case you ever had to spend the night at the offices.

"Are you almost done? You've been going at that case report for hours. It's like past midnight!" You whined.

"Yes, I just have one more." She apologetically smiled. Your mouth fell open.

"You have to be kidding! Another report?!" You asked in disbelief. She nodded, finishing the one she was working on. "Well, if you're going to be her for another decade, I'm going to have a single dance party."

You secretly knew that Penelope had set up a speaker system in the office. Between the two of you, it was a reason to stay late and party together. You went to turn it on, playing your playlist. The first song was W.A.P by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion. You knew all the lyrics, singing and prancing around the offices.

When it came to the last part of the song, you knew the dance by heart. You knew the dance would distract Emily in a good way, so it made you do it right in front of her. Putting in all your effort. Making that thang move. You knew you had caught her attention from the moment your leg went up.

You were catching your breath as the song was ending. "That was quite the show," she said smirking. The next song starts and its Perfect by Ed Sheeran.

You run over and grab Emily's arm, pulling her up from her seat. You always liked her, and right now you were feeling very bold tonight. You also had a thing for Hotch, but that you knew was a long stretch.

You were shorter than her, only by roughly 1-2 inches. (going off the average female height). You wrapped your arms around her neck, taking her by surprise. Hers finding your waist quickly.

The two of you sway to the song. Holding on tight to each other. Emily's hands soon travel down to your ass. You look at her, now being the surprised one. "I wanted to feel how soft your pants were! Along with how nice that cute ass of yours is." She whispered.

A rose color settled on your cheeks. You never thought she would say something like that. Well you did, but never really towards you. You don't say anything back. Instead you pull her down into a soft kiss. One with a  lot of meaning.

But when she doesn't kiss back, you pull away with sadness. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that." You apologize. Fixated on the ground beneath you.

"It's not that I don't like you, but it's just I'm seeing someone," she reassured you.

Suddenly arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Your eyes shot open wide. You were positive everyone had already gone home for the night. You were about to look behind you, but Emily's index finger hooked under your chin. Keeping your head focused on her.

She looked up, more like behind you. She smiled at the person. "Emily sent me the video of your little dance earlier. I found it rather, sexy." You heard Hotch say from behind you. Your cheeks were burning up.

"H-Hotch! I thought y-you, wait! Video?!" You switched topics mid sentence.

"What can I say! You were looking just too luscious." She confessed.

"I'm so confused. Why would you flirt with someone if you were seeing someone? That's like almost cheating. Unless your partner is ok with it, which most of the time they aren't. Wait! Who is the 'someone' you're seeing?" You ramble under your breath.

Both Hotch and Emily give laughs. That's when it clicked. Hotch and Emily were a thing. Yes, you, Garcia, JJ, and Morgan joked about the two being together, but you didn't think they actually were.

"I am ok with it, as long as I can play with you both." Hotch agreed. You were so confused as to what was happening. Yet, you didn't mind what was going to happen.

"S-So you mean to tell me, that you two, are dating? And none of us knew?!" You clarified. They both make an 'mhm' noise. "That's crazy."

You completely ignored what Hotch had said. Slowly fading out of the position you were in. Sandwiched between Hotch and Prentiss. You opened your mouth to say something, only to choke on your words.

Both sides of your neck were being attacked by kisses. You wanted to say something, but your mind was in a haze. You were trying to process what the fuck was happening. You were getting tagged teamed by Hothcniss.

Emily's hands squeezed your ass, pushing a quiet moan. Meanwhile, Hotch's hands traveled up to your breast, also squeezing them. You seemed so submissive with the two.

They both stepped closer, putting you right against them both. Their hands retracting from their places. Hotch's moving to your waist, and Emily's to cup your face. She pulled your face closer to hers.

Her lips hovering over yours. You wanted to close the gap, but didn't want to seem eager. So you just stood their waiting for her to move in. And when she does, you get a new rush of feelings comes over you. A desire being filled.

Hotch, from behind pushes himself even impossibly closer. Where you could feel his bulge against your back. It made you gasp, which made him give a deep chuckle.

Emily took that small gasp as a chance, slipping her tongue into your mouth. Which made you become even more surprised, and at the same time happy. You had both of your work crushes playing with you. Something you would have never thought to happen.

While Em kissed you, Hotch went back to your neck. This time leaving multiple marks. You were letting out moans into Emily's mouth. 

Then abruptly, the contact from both of them was gone. Your moment was ruined by Hotch's phone going off. He pulled back to check it.

"We got a case. Get the team here immediately." He ordered to Emily. She nodded and the two of them left you.

Standing alone in the middle of the offices. Missing their touches.

You came to realize, they just left as if nothing happened. Making you sad and confused. You look down to the floor, your h/c hair falling down with. When you feel hands on your hips, you snap your head up. It was Hotch and Emily.

"We have ten minutes before the first person arrives," Emily smirked. Clearly implying something, but it went straight over your head.

"And that's important?" You respond, even more confused.

"We have ten minutes to continue what we started." Hotch added. Your eyes went wide, then calmed down. You smiled widely at them. Putting them both in awe. They held out a hand each for you to take.

When you did, they lead you to Hotch's office. Locking the door and closing the blinds. Hotch set a timer for nine minutes. Leaving one just to get cleaned up for after.

Em pulled you flesh against her. Holding you by the neck while she kissed you roughly. Hotch snuck up behind you, slipping his hands into your fuzzy pants. Rubbing hard circles on your clit through your panties.

They, clearly, weren't holding back on you.

You let out a string of quiet moans, but that was until he pushed the underwear aside, and touched your bare core. The quiet noises soon turned into loud ones. You were basically screaming into Emily's mouth.

As the knot formed in your lower stomach, the touch from Hotch left. As you were going to turn around, Emily restricted you once again. Looking down at you with fire in her dark eyes. She smiled at how innocent you looked.

She came down low, next to your ear. "You're a little whore for the both of us," she whispered into your ear. You turned red in a heart beat. Making her let out a low laugh.

Hotch came close to your other ear, his warm breath passing by. "So what does the little slut want?" He nibbled at your ear lobe.

"Y-You," you breathed out. You were still facing Em, until they spun you around. Now you were facing him.

He pressed his lips to yours roughly, and she ran her hands all over you. Slowly making their way to the waist band of your pants. Sliding her ring and middle fingers in, pushing them down. Along with your black panties.

They moved over towards the desk. Placing you on the edge. Hotch stood between your legs, fiddling with his belt. And Emily moved behind you on the desk.

She pulled the hem of your shirt up. Striping you of the yellow material. Putting you in just a black laced bra. She placed soft kisses all over your back. Trailing from your left shoulder to your right.

You were so focused on the feeling, you didn't notice Hotch's pants being down. His dick being right out in front of you. "Do you think you can handle all of me?" He darkly said. You nod, needing more. He lined himself up, "Are you sure?"

"Oh come on, Aaron! Don't tease the girl too much! She might not want to do this again if you do," Emily complained. "Your moans are my favorite."

As you were about to say some response, Hotch slams into you. Your back arching at the feeling. Emily lays her legs next to yours, wrapping her arms around you to knead your breast.

After giving you time to adjust, Hotch starts pumping in and out. You were letting out an entire chorus of moans. Between being fucked senseless and your boobs getting touched, it was hard not to make noise.

The familiar knot from earlier makes its way back. Growing tighter and tighter every thrust.

Emily takes a hand away. You were lost at first, until you heard her moans in your ear. Something about them made you go crazy.

"I'm gonna," You panted. You felt the orgasm almost hit its peak.

"Do it, our little slut." They call out in sync. And that was your final straw. You tighten around Hotch, and Emily moans even more in your ear. Hotch thrust into you still, getting sloppier, then releasing in you.

Your legs felt weak. They were shaking fast as you sat there. The three of you pant like there's no air left in your lungs. Just then, the timer goes off. "How convenient," you joked.

They both laugh and help you get cleaned up. Helping you back into the duckie pajamas you were wearing.

As you walked out of Hotch's office, you see Penelope and Reid both walk in. Trying to play it cool, you give them a big smile and a wave. You had a small feeling they knew what happened, but then again, how could they?

They share a knowing look. That's when you remember that its Penelope Garcia and Spencer Reid. They know everything.

You watch as they start racing towards you. Which is when you make way straight for the round table room. You knew for the best, they would question you. Somehow, you convinced yourself you were prepared.

Up till Pen's first question being, "You had a threesome didn't you?!" You laughed about it, but never gave her an actual answer.

Yes, you just had a moment with Hotchniss, and boy were you glad.

[hopespeak-hs-hostclub]

can you do NSFW alphabet with tamaki souh please?

MY KING TAMAKI YES OF COURSE 🥰🥰🥰 I’m SOO SOOOOOO sorry it took a little while!!

ALSO didn’t know what gender identity/pronouns you wanted, so I did AFAB Fem reader! If you want me to redo it with they/them or he/him pronouns - or a AMAB reader just send the request again and I’ll do it for you no problem!!!

Tamaki Suoh NSFW ABC’s

Tw// fem!reader•afab•she/her pronouns

A (Aftercare) Tamaki literally treats you like a princess. Makes sure you take a bubble bath, personally helps you clean yourself up. Will make sure to get your comfiest sleep wear, and help you into bed where he holds you closely, telling you what a good girl you are.

B (fave body part) “every part of you is my favorite” there is no way to make this NOT creepy, but he loves your skin. Touching it, kissing it, biting it, spanking it. He loves how soft and warm your body feels.

C (cum) Tamaki does one of three things depending on what you want: cums inside you, wears a condom, or pulls out and cums all over your belly. His least favorite way is in a condom, but he respects you and will always ask if you have a preference. If you say no, he’ll usually fill you up.

D (dirty Secret) he not only loves to get sexy pics from you- whether it’s nudes, or sexy after shower in a towel shots, or you sending him a photo of you in a new top you just got, and nothing underneath. But he also loves sending those to you. He once sent you one where he was laying in bed with his pants unzipped, and his hair all messed up while he lay there shirtless.

E (experience) he has more experience than you may think. He knows how to please a lady though, and you both take full advantage of that!!

F (favorite Position) he’s a missionary guy through and through. He’s not the kinkiest although he does like to bite and leave hickeys on you, he wants sex to be passionate and romantic and full of love and affection. He doesn’t love the crazy wild kinky stuff. He would much rather slowly fuck you hard and deep

G = (Goofy?) Tamaki does his whole “I’m a gentleman and a prince and you’re just a small angel who I must protect and love” thing while in bed- a lot. and it always makes you giggle without fail. He loves that he can make you blush and laugh while being intimate, because he knows that means you love him and are comfortable with him.

H = (Hair) clean shaven all the time, and he prefers you to be as well, although, you’ll never hear him complaining if you don’t.

I = (Intimacy) Tamaki is all about intimacy. Lots of whispers of affection, and praising. “You’re such a good little girl,” “I love you so so much,” “you’re so beautiful” and lots of kissing literally all over. He loves kissing your tummy and moving his way up your entire body until he’s biting and kissing on you neck and earlobes.

J = (Jack Off) not only does he jack off, but remember those dirty pictures he likes to send? You’ve gotten a lot of pictures of him with his hand down his pants where he just says “thinking of you (;” he literally masturbates to pictures or thoughts of you all the time.

K = (Kink) biting and praise! Not only does Tamaki love to bite your skin, and tell you what an absolutely amazing good girl you’re being for him, but he would also love if you did the same. He adores hearing you tell him how good he’s doing at making you feel good, and when it comes to the biting, he’s the exact opposite of embarrassed when it comes to having your bite marks all over him. He’s honestly proud of them most of the time and puts in zero effort into covering them up.

L = (Location) always at one of your homes. Most of the time in bed. But you’ve had shower sex, bathtub sex, living room sex, kitchen sex… you’ll both hop onto each other anytime you can.

M = ( Motivation) straddle that mans lap and kiss and bite his neck and he’ll flip you over and be ready to go.

N = (NO) surprisingly, no calling him daddy in bed. He loves when you call him daddy, but he doesn’t think of it as a sexual thing, and he’s not the biggest fan.

O = (Oral) Tamaki loves when you give him oral. Like he’s obsessed. Most of the time, he can barely contain himself and he ends up fucking your face. He also loves giving you oral. He can not get enough of how you taste. If you ever want to make him the horniest happiest he’s ever been, sit on Tamaki’s face. Just do it.

P = (Pace) he likes to be extra gentle and passionate so sex is usually at a nice steady pace. It can get a little fast, or a little slow, but typically he finds a rhythm you both like and stick to that the best he can.

Q = (Quickie) have you had a few quickies? Yes who hasn’t! Does Tamaki like quickies? Fuck no.

R = (Risk) absolutely not. Tamaki isn’t the most adventurous risk taker out there, so he’d prefer to stick with what you guys already know and like. Of course, when you begged him to use handcuffs on you, he was down for that. But that’s about the biggest risk he’s willing to make.

S = (Stamina) Tamaki lasts for a good while. He only cums once (sometimes twice) typically, and sex lasts for roughly an hour or two.

T = (toy) one of Tamaki’s favorite things to do to with you is tease you with a vibrator just a little. Make sure you’re nice and ready for him

U = (Unfair) he’ll never admit it but Tamaki is 100% a tease. He says he doesn’t, but he loves making you squirm.

V = (Volume) if you think for a second that this man is anything but loud you’re wrong. He’s so loud- he moans and cries out. He is always vocalizing how good you’re doing, or how good he feels, or how beautiful you are. He does loud deep heavy breathing while he fucks you, he whimpers. A lot.

W = (Weird fact) he’s really into setting the mood. I’m talking incense, scented candles, dimmed lighting, flower petals, body massages with scented lotion. The whole thing. 

X = (X-Ray) Tamaki is just average at around 6 and a half inches. But trust me that’s not a bad thing. He knows exactly how to work what he’s got, and it’s not too big and overwhelming that you can’t handle it. He’s the literal perfect size.

Y = (Yearning) oh, he craves you. He wants to hold you and touch you and kiss you as often as he can. Even when you’re out in public, his hand will always be placed on your thigh, or he’ll be holding you from behind pressed firmly against his body. Even if he doesn’t necessarily want to have sex at that moment in time, he would do anything to have you touch him, or he touch you. 

Z = (ZZZ) Tamaki is an adorable baby, so after he helps you get cleaned and changed, once the two of you are spooning in bed, he’s out within 10 minutes every time. You wear him out and he lives for it.

[lilflowerpot]

alrighty I know you are most probably swamped by asks but I just wanted you to know that I absolutely adore your take on VLD. As someone who loves to pick and choose to build from canon rather than outright ignoring it, it's so lovely to see someone put in as much effort as you do and build the world you have. Even all the galra culture, biology, etc. headcanons. They are wonderful. I honestly can't thank you enough because I keep thinking about all the ways VLD was a wasted opportunity and get sad. BUT! Then I remember your fic and blog and feel better again.

I can't get enough of the nuance you weave in, how real you make all of them seem. The conflict, the slow but sure way in which they learn to erase the prejudice in their heads, the gradual build of trust, the devastating guilt. And oh, the way you deal with morality *chef's kiss*. It's so refreshing.

I have so much more to say about the how you write Keitor (the breathless intensity in each of their interactions,,,,, sweet mercy) and Matt and Keith's relationship (I have always imagined them as friends for inexplicable reasons and I was delighted to see it as a part of your fic) but I'm gonna stop the rant. If I don't then I might just go on and talk about how every single relationship is so beautifully balanced in your fic and that would,,,, be a little too long of a rant lmao.

in conclusion - you are amazing, your fic is amazing, I have reread it more times then I can possibly hope to count, I thank you for it <3

((I'm actually not swamped anymore! I've managed to whittle my askbox down to a respectable handful of queries that I am either part way through answering, or—in one very particular case—cannot answer at this point in time because no amount of ~ambiguity~ is going to save me from spoiling something quite vital that is to come to light in the very near future))

Thank you so much my darling!! I do like to think of myself as rather carefully selective when it comes to canon, but that, combined with all the worldbuilding I've done (my pride & joy) and further fueled by the curious prompting I receive on here has really come together to form a version of the voltron universe that has so much more depth than I ever really intended!

I'm very pleased (and a touch relieved) to be reminded that people are actually //enjoying// this slowburn monstrosity, rather than sitting there like "ah,, another 10k and yet keitor are STILL at the stolen glances stage, when will she get on with it?" because for all i like to think that my pacing suits the narrative I'm telling (and that the narrative itself, with all its many threads, is still an interesting one).... it's hard to know for sure.

b r e a t h l e s s i n t e n s i t y !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that's precisely the feeling I've been hoping to evoke, so it's positively //thrilling// to have you say so!! And as for Matt, I very quickly fell in love with writing him as this protective big brother figure who's concerned for Keith as one of the few people who knows the truth behind Naxzela, so again, I'm very pleased that that's resonated with you so strongly!!

Once again, thank you so much for your kind words & support ♡

[parvulous-writings]

Karl Heisenberg // SFW alphabet

Request: So there was no actual request, I just knew this would cheer up my closest friend. 

Dedicated to: @rey-is-not-a-skywalker

Summary: A sfw A-Z for Karl Heisenberg, from Resident Evil Village!

Warnings: Explicit language

Notes: Please, have some Soft!Heisenberg, bor. It’s one of the many, many things you deserve.  To those who have requested oneshots- I am working on them, please be patient! My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!

Not my gif

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

He’s never affectionate publicly. Behind closed doors, though- well maybe he’s not your stereotypical lovey-dovey type, but hey-ho, he shows it in his own little way. A few hugs, but mostly through making you things. Music boxes, little figures and robots that wind up, you name it, he’ll try and make it. 

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

He’s not a friendly man, typically. He’s cold, and driven only by his motives. It takes a long time for him to warm up to you, but when he eventually does he is always by your side, whenever you should need him. Be it for violence, or for an ear to pour your thoughts into- even though half the time you swear he’s not listening completely. 

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

Heisenberg likes warm cuddles above all others. The kind where he can pull you close and hold you there for a while- he likes feeling you against his chest. It’s comforting to him, after years of no affection and a torturous living experience. 

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

Karl is not particularly skilled in any domestic skill. He’s very mediocre at cooking, and he can’t clean to save his life- his factory is littered with dust and other probably very harmful particles. He isn’t very good in a domestic environment at all, really. 

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

Blunter than a broken pencil I’m afraid. He’s never had to hide something from you in the past, so why should this be any different? He would not want to beat around the bush here, he’d annoy himself with pleasantries and euphemisms. 

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)

He’s perfectly fine staying as partners, without marriage looming over the pair of you. Quite frankly, he doesn’t think it’s worth it.  “A piece of damn paper to show someone your fucking devotion? Bullshit.” 

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

Unless you’re shaking like a leaf or have specifically asked him to be gentle with or around you, he’s not going to be. He’ll treat you much how he treats most others- with a little bit of affection for zest and flavour every now and then. 

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)

While he likes cuddles, he isn’t a huge fan of hugs. He thinks they’re too short to show any real affection, and often get in the way of whatever task the recipient is trying to perform.  

I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)

S l o w l y. This man has gone through some stuff, and doesn’t want to get attached to people despite falling for you. Give him a chance. 

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

Okay so he may be “non-committal” in a loose sense of the term, but this man is one jealous motherfucker. And he gets angry. I’m talking  punching the wall, lashing out and breaking shit kind of angry. It’s mostly because of a nagging fear that not only will he lose you to someone you think is better or less monstrous than he is, but also in part due to a feeling that because of what he was forced to become, he isn’t good enough to keep you for himself. 

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

He kisses you on your hands or neck mostly. Those are his favourite places to kiss you. He occasionally kisses you on the inside of your wrist. If you have any scars as well, he’ll kiss them. 

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

It depends. Sometimes he’s the perfect uncle figure, others he’s a whirlwind of rage. If you’re taking him to see some children for a prolonged amount of time, please check how he’s acting and feeling on the day so there isn’t some sort of horrific accident. 

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

There’s nothing special about them, he’s usually up long before you are. He doesn’t leave anything like a hot beverage behind, unless it’s a special occasion that he’s remembered- like a birthday or anniversary. 

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

He often tells you to go to bed before him, as he’s usually working on something, and would rather not have to worry about you being down in his factory and workshop. 

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

When he’s extremely angry. He gets riled up, then will start to spill facts and secrets while hardly even realising it. 

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has a very short fuse and a violent temper, to say the least. There’s a reason the man swears so much. Though he will often apologise if he’s scared you after an outburst. 

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

He remembers the basic things at the very least- Your name, your habits on eating and drinking, what you do to amuse yourself. He’s quite observant, actually. 

R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)

He made you a small music box once. The past part of his day, or his entire week, was seeing your smile as you opened it and listened to it for the first time. It was the widest he’d ever seen you smile, and he loved the feeling it gave him. 

S - Security (How protective are they?)

Very. One particular other Lord- “Lady Super-Sized Bitch,” as Heisenberg has dubbed her- is very interested in your presence, and Heisenberg has made it very much his business to keep you practically under lock and key to keep you safe. And when Ethan Winters comes around? Ooh, boy. You ain’t leaving his sight. 

T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)

He does try- through making trinkets and gadgets to both help you and show his affection. Sometimes it may not always seem that way though, with his outbursts and his tantrums. 

U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

He smokes. You tried to get him to quit once, then stopped when you realised it made him more irritable. 

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

He’s not that concerned. If he’s still kicking... Well that’s all that matters to him. 

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

He’d feel that something’s wrong, something’s not right- a cog missing from a machine, in a sense. And he hates that feeling. 

X - Xtra (Random HC)

This man would die for some ice-cream. You bring him a tub of the stuff- BAM, instant good mood for the next like two days. 

Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

This man is not fussy, in the slightest. 

Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)

He basically doesn’t, he gets so little it’s a wonder he can actually function normally. 

[ruins-posts]

Umm, do you write fluff alphabet? could you do it for Sebastian Michaelis from black butler?

It's alright if you don't, sorry for the trouble.

🤍 Sebastian Michaelis Fluff Alphabet 🤍

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Sebastian would love to spend time with some of his feline friends with your company, the two of his most favourite creatures on Earth. Sebastian also enjoys taking long strolls along with you, engaging in some deep and meaningful conversation.

He enjoys teaching, and so he'll always be up to teach his s/o something new that they've been wanting to learn or something he feels they should learn. He'll probably end up showing off his skills though.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Sebastian is beyond petty concepts such as physical attractiveness, if his s/o's personality has managed to intrigue and interest him, he will greatly admire that. He'll admire how your personality stands out compared to the other human beings, your unique traits and interests, the way you view the world, and above all, your ability to love a monster like him.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down?

Sebastian will give you your space to figure out things on your own, but if you require his comfort and support he will immediately rush to your side, providing you with any and every thing you need. He will listen to all your feelings if you're willing to pour them out, he's more than willing to provide you with a shoulder to cry on.

Even though he doesn't understand the complexity of human emotions, he's learned comfort mechanisms over the years.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Given the current situation, he does not see his relationship with you evolving at all. However, if a miracle happens and the contract does reach an end, he might drag you to hell with him.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

No, Sebastian will not see you as his equal or as superior to him. Humans are lowly creatures, and to be honest, you're no exception. He's definitely the dominant one, but he is also very respective of you.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Sebastian has a good amount of control over his wrath, he won't speak anything till he feels it's absolutely necessary. He'll be fine if you aplogise to him, but it's never the other way around. You'll never get an apology from him, he's too proud to say sorry.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He is always aware of the littlest of things you do for him, and he will even try to return your gestures. The return of gestures is mostly done in physical forms, such as hand holding, kisses, cuddles, and sometimes when you're lucky he'll even bake you a few sweets and make you some tea. None of your affections go unnoticed.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Oh dear, he has millions of secrets that he keeps hidden from you. Mostly because they're horrifying and could give you nightmares for days, they're secrets your frail human mind might not be able to handle.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Not really, the only change that came in him after he met you was that he felt a slight amount of love in his cold, ruthless heart, and he was willing to protect someone outside of a contract.

Sebastian usually has no personal problems, even if he did he's perfectly capable of finding the solutions on his own. He'll not want to burden you with his problems.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

This demon is possessive of what belongs to him, and so he absolutely won't stand it if someone's trying to steal you from him, they will be annihilated.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

There's no questioning Sebas-chan's kissing skills, he's excellent. He'll always leave you craving for more. His kisses are the most passionate, rough and yet gentle.

The first kiss was probably planned out by him, even though you were oblivious to it. He took you out for a peaceful evening walk in the gardens, and it naturally happened in the flow of the moment. The two of you leaned in till your lips met, and he pulled you closer to him deepening it.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

After the very first kiss that the two of you shared, Sebastian would tell you that he holds some amount admiration for you and that does not consider you as just another pest human. That's it, that was his confession.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Sebastian doesn't think that marriage is necessary for you two to become closer, but if you want be wedded to him, he will gladly do it. The function won't be a grand or an official one, just the two of you simply declaring your vows to each other.

He'll only marry you after his current contract is over, though.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

You'll be called regular nicknames such as 'darling' or 'my love', but his favourite is surely 'kitten'.

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

This butler is a master of masking his emotions, nobody will get even the slightest of hint that he's in love with somebody. Though when he's alone with you, he'll allow himself to be vulnerable and show how much he loves you quite freely.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Sebastian won't be very affectionate in public, and will prefer to keep his relationship a secret to maintain his 'perfect butler' image in front of people.

He's won't mind occasional hand holding and kisses when nobody is looking though.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He's simply one hell of a butler, but I'm pretty sure he can give you a glimpse of heaven, if you know what I mean ;)

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy?

Quite romantic. He'll romance you all he can in his free time. He's an affectionate demon, in his alone time he's always in physical contact with you in one way or the other.

He'll study through human romantic gestures for you, even though he finds them silly. But as long as you're happy, he'll do anything.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Yes, he will support you unconditionally. And trust me, if he believes in you and says you can do it, you can. He won't give you false hopes and motivate you to do things that are beyond your capabilities.

He's willing too help you if you ever need it. It's a pleasure to him when he's the reason behind your success.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Sebastian will leave that up to you. If you like routine, he'll stick to it. However, if you believe that you need to try out new things to spice up your relationship, he'll do that as well.

You'll have to specify what exactly you want to do to spice it up though, ask and he will bring it to you.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He can read human emotions to some extent, but he won't be able to figure out what exactly is bothering you. If you're vocal about it, he will absolutely help you put. He's always putting in effort to understand you better.

He's a demon, empathy is something he absolutely will not feel. A tiny bit of sympathy might arise, but don't expect him to be empathetic.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

After his young master, you are his second priority. You hold an important position in his life, but he will never put you before his young master. He's bound by contract to him, after all.

You are the only one who can make him feel the slightest bit of emotion, filling his heart with a strange warmth he has never experienced. Being a demon he must consume souls as food, and other than that, you're the other thing important in his life.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Being a demon, he doesn't require sleep, but he does love to lie down and watch you beside you as you sleep. The sight of your chest falling and rising rhythmically and your peaceful face fills him with a peaceful feeling. He only wonders what sleep feels like to humans.

And he loves to coddle you while you're fast asleep. He finds the sight rather cute.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Sebastian is fond of expressing himself through physical touch, so a certain amount cuddles and kissing is involved. He won't admit it but he misses your touch when you're not around.

Kissing you is one of his favourite things to do. The sight of your flushed face and heavy breathing after he's done with ravaging your lips fills him with pride.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He'll try to lose himself in his work, and even seek the company of his beloved cats. He actually won't miss you unless you're going away for too long, and in that case, secret visits are guaranteed.

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Yes, you hold an important place in his cold heart, and he's grown rather fond of you. He'll go any lengths to keep you with him and protect you, because you're the only one who he's willing to make himself vulnerable to.

[muffindaddystyles]

Will mafia!h and Y/N will have babies? 🥺💓

IM SO SORRY TO TELL YOU THIS BESTIE BUT.... </3

39. " I'm not saying a goodbye."

It was raining. Skies a gloomy shade of cinereal. Harry’s sleek car came to a screeching halt infront of the vast threshold of his home -- his grin pearlish, eyes twinkling a spark as he gets out of the car not caring to close the door behind. He greets his staff and strides two steps together with a gorgeous bunch of his lovie’s favourite flowers now dewy with raindrops and his nose twitched upon sniffing the vanilla-y smell while passing the kitchen and with his beam never vanishing he leaned into the doorframe asking the people inside, “’Ave y'seen Y/N?” Only for them to shake their heads in uncertainty.

She hasn’t showed herself downstairs since morning and even though it’s very odd of her not to chirp around the mansion nobody went to knock at her door to inquire, they think she deserves privacy.

This time they should have because when Harry barged inside their room it was caliginous with curtains shut and lights dimmed to zero.

“Lovie?” His cheery voice clamoured against the walls, a sour feeling he couldn’t be aware of pinches him in throat as he bobbed his head around to look for her and it perked up when a shadow falls on his feet.

“Baby?” His smile quirked back onto his confused features and he narrowed his eyelids to take in her presence through the darkness of wardrobe, “Harry.” A shaky whisper floated towards him and before that sweet call she was falling against his chest.

“Y/N ... baby —-,” His stumped chuckle halted, his brain numbed for a moment when his fingertips brushed up her back to push her closer to him and they trembled as they collected the wetness there. His heart bleaks a stinging pain into it’s cords, his breath shuddered coldly, flowers falling sadly beside their feet and his eyes earths with tears of panic, angst and torment.

His fingertips coating in his love's thick blood.

“I –- ‘m .. you –.. you’re h-hu —- hurt,” He stammered through a whimper hand wrapping around the dagger whose half end’s stabbed into Y/N's spine, her weak frail body unresponsive though she could listen to him.

“Who did this to you! Who did this to you!?” His screams and cries startled everyone downstairs and they rushed up to see what’s happening, to be shocked by their sights of Y/N limp in Harry’s embrace.

He turned his neck to shout at them, “I need a hand t’help me!!” His eyes bloodshot and Niall his best-man scurried over to them as Harry carried Y/N and laid her on her tummy on the bed, he slips onto his knees putting his chin on the mattress to look in her hazy painful eyes -- tears caged in them but never flowing down.

“Harry ...” She mumbled grittily in agony lifting her shaky fingers to pet his face and like an affection starved kitten Harry doesn’t let her tire herself and gets closer to her himself, “Niall bring the first aid, it’s under the sink.” He commands him not letting his eyes drift from over her angelic face.

“You’re okay baby. You’re okay, I know how to stitch up knife wounds.” He sniffled sucking in a breath trying to be brave for her and she just smiled gorgeously, lips blue and cheeks draining out of her usual berry stain.

“Jesus. Harry she’s been stabbed thrice, those fuckers,” Niall’s words wavered in fear and sympathy for Y/N. He squeezed Harry’s shoulder as Harry sobbed upon hearing that, “No –-... no, no! It’s still okay yeah poppet? I’m g’na get y'alright.” He wanted to covers his eyes to block the hurting groans Y/N elicited and he cradled her soft face in his warm palms in comparison to her temperature, touching their temples to pray together.

“Harry li .. listen to —- to me,” She gasps eyes flittering over his shoulder towards Bambi and Thumper the two dogs that had gotten overly fond of her, Harry’s blurry gaze follows her enfeebled gesture for them to come near her.

They whined and howled sadly flopping beside Harry and Harry hiccupped into his elbow shaking his head when Y/N put her hand under their ears in effort to scratch them but wasn’t able to unfortunately, “Hi babies. You’re gonna look after dad after ‘m gone?” Everyone cried at that watching her soul leave their dull lives that watered colourful upon her arrival.

“Don’t say that! Don’t y'dare say that!” Harry sobbed rushing to hug her tightly, the front of his shirt loathing crimson and she hissed looping her arm against his neck when Niall pulled the dagger out from her lower spine gradually and slowly not to hurt her.

“’M so sorry baby, sorry for being the reason of y’pain.” His tears dampened her already sweaty crook of neck, “Pr – promise me t-that that you’ll have some —.. someone who lov‐-.. loves –--,” She whimpered. Her body jerked into him with a force and she pushed him weakly away to stitch her lips tenderly against his's.

“Tell me bubby. Ha—- have I loved y'enough?” She cooed into their kiss and Harry bolted his eyes shut, poisonous sobs wrecking out of his chest.

“Tell me before, I go ...” Her heartbeat started dropping insanely, her lips wobbled, toes curling with life excavating out of her, “Y'have. Y'have don’t go baby, I’m not saying a goodbye!” He cried showering her in kisses for the one last time and pets her hair, eyes closed praying she takes him with herself because he'd never recover from the pain of loosing the only person he loved more than himself, the person who made hum love himself.

“I love you ..” She whispered, her loving kind eyes locked against his’s and the pool of honey around her rims expanded, her lips parted around the gasping breaths and Harry begged and pleaded — a side of him no-one has ever witnessed as he twisted in anguish considering himself the unluckiest man on the earth for letting his lover go like this, in the worst possible way.

“I love you, I thought I’d never be capable of, y'made me worthy darling. I'll always love you baby....” He shrieked into her chest heaving her up gently to embrace her properly and even though he knew she was no more with him, he fooled himself into thinking so.

If it was possible he’d have clawed his ribs to pluck out his heart in return of hers and he felt like the sun and earth had crashed vanishing away the time spaces as he sat there crying and crying mourning the loss of his lovie that could never be healed by anything in this whole word.

He keeps on holding her, rocking back and forth as he lulls her to slumber of death.

It hurts. It hurts so bad.

His heart weeps.

His soul aches.

When rain stopped and that tranquil silence doomed over them, rage filled his every pore and vein.

He knew who did this. Harry has played dirty but he has never played unfair. It was this gang of companies who sabotaged and destructed the orphanages at the property which belonged to his mother (but the papers weren’t clear) to build restaurants and apartments there so Harry took revenge by burning acres of their illegal drug running underground factory and rebuilt the orphanages and took Y/N to one of their charity events.

She was the happiest he had ever seen her.

It’s like a gun barrel clicked in. A firecracker catching the fuse of ashe to burst everything into flames as Harry laid her with ever most tenderness and kissed her temple, her lifeless eyelids and her chapped lips.

Cleaned the streak of blood with his sleeve and didn’t wipe his tears away bashing out of the room, everyone stepped away as Niall lunged infront of him to stop him before he goes to cause damage to himself more than to them for being in such a vulnerable and weak state.

“Step away.” He growled angrily, gaze fiery and dangerous.

“No.” Niall sighed.

“I wouldn’t get her buried in sucha cold blood. She didn’t deserved this, hell nobody does.” Harry kissed his teeth together gripping at his hair ruthlessly, cheeks dry with tears, his limbs trembling, his head spinning.

“Anyone who wouldn’t follow my orders gets their kneecaps blow-off.” He grunted -- nostrils flaring and saying this he went away, snatching his guns from the console and ordered his men to find the security guards that had their duties at the main gates.

In just a day he hunted each of those monsters down like a hungry wolf and gave them such punished, tortured deaths that each one fell in Harry’s feet for his mercy but his heart was turned into a stone already because the only warmth it had there was because of one person and that person’s gone leaving him to survive in this hellhole alone while he dragged these bastards to the depths of firepits.

Once, coming back home to her. To his sunshine, to his soul and life, to his reasons of getting up every morning so he would get to spend time with her —- he broke down. Into shattered bits and pieces of remorse, guilt and sadness feeling himself so small and hurtable as he cried to himself all alone in their garden with no-one to console him where he’ll come to meet her daily.

He wants to rip his skin apart and set it on fire for his beating heart to stop, for it stop feeling.

He feels sick. Fainting, in urgency and desperation to hold his baby and never let go.

To lay down with her under the soil if that's possible.

his only reason to live.

His only beloved.

.

The wind giggles through pink leaves of cherry blossom tree, lush grass resting peacefully and Harry smiles to himself treading towards his two most favourite people in the world.

The spring being their heartiest month.

“Azalea! What y’chattering ‘bout t'mum?” He asks and nods proudly when his lil boy stands up from his cross position on the ground from beside his mother and brushes the grassy spikes from his cherry printed shorts with his little pudgy hands.

“My first day at school dada!” The four years old squeals and Harry scoops him up in his arms, kissing his cheek again amount less times, “Is that so, huh! huh!” He tickles his little bun.

Y/N was right. Isn’t she always. Harry chuckles. Even if she’s gone he still feels loved from her, she’s in the rains, in the sweaters he wears when he feels shallow, in the scent of his pillows, she’s in the vanilla smell of their favourite cupcakes – she’s in his dreams and that name of their son, Azalea.

She always wanted to name their first born Azalea, a blooming flower that happens to be a vibrant pink, a gift of spring, are floriferous in sunshine and she'd always say that Harry would be their sun.

Their ever source of happiness.

Azalea was three days old when his mother died and Harry took him home even though not sure of his own decision but something in those little eyes that matches his mommy made Harry’s heart attract towards him so much he brought him without another thought.

A home he built with Y/N. The curtains of the mansion still remains pushed back wide, flower vases on every furniture, not a day goes by when anyone doesn’t misses her and the ducklings has grown so much that Y/N would have been spinning in happiness around.

Nothing has changed, life’s fleeting for everyone except for Harry. He counts each day and night that goes without her beside him in his sleep, in the little picnics with Azalea and Niall, in the story reading at nights with his baby, in kitchen to watch the winters first rain prattling against that one window that’s old enough to carry the remains of his ancestors, she’s never there to share a noodle pot with him while he sits and eat alone, never there to patch his favourite socks back, to kiss his forehead whenever he leaves home, to call him sweet names and to laugh with him on his silly jokes, to do thumb fights, to get angry with him whenever he refuses to layer himself in cold.

Never.

Never physically. But, she’s always there in his heart, her presence lurks around him and he could feel the warmth of her wrapping around him whenever he falls asleep watching telly.

“What did y'learn today bubba?” He asks Azalea and grins cheekily when Azalea babbles, “Colours!”

“That’s fuckin’ amazin'!” At that a huge gush of breeze hits him in face a tiny branch of the tree they’re standing under falls on his head.

“Kay' kay fine! No cursing.” He squeaks in defence pouting down at the grave of his lovie and his face splits into a grin when his hair glittered up with cherry blossom leaves.

“We miss you very much,” His voice heavy and sad. He gulps chokingly and blinks away the glossiness, stroking a thumb up Azalea cheek who’s sitting in Harry’s lap.

Every evening they come to meet Y/N, the hole in his heart couldn’t fill up of her void but the soothing feeling of relief that she’s in their garden and nearer to him has lessened the grief.

“G’na meet you tomorrow, our baby’s mighty hungry.” He chuckles hearing the grumbling noises coming from Azalea’s belly.

“You’re so cheeky baby.” His eyes glimmers and he feels himself swooning into breeze, “How’s it going in heaven?” He asks airily tracing his initials beside her beautiful name engraved at the tombstone and it’s like she’s scolding him when he gets a nip on his pointy finger.

“Azalea kiss mommy a goodbye.” Harry breaks into laughter when Azalea bobs his head and almost tumbles of his daddy’s lap in the effort to reach the tombstone.

“Goodbye beautiful.” Harry whispers kissing the top of her tombstone and his heart bursts into lilacs when once again he’s showered into petal like leaves.

“I love you too, baby.” Finally he has accepted to say goodbyes.

[lavenderjacobs]

fluff alphabet - karl jacobs

tw; none just pure fluff >.< wc; 2K pronouns; tried my best to make it gender neutral <3

A=Attractive (What do they find most attractive in a partner?) 

Karl just loves looking at your pretty face. He loves the familiar feeling he gets when he looks at you. He loves your nose and how it feels under his fingers. He loves the way your face fits perfectly on his shoulder. He loves cupping your face with his hands and looking into your eyes. It might be really cheesy, but Karl also just adores your smile. This man just melts at the way you’re entire face lights up when you laugh.

B=Best memory (Their favourite memory of you) 

Karl is a simple man lmao. Obviously he loves going out and doing fun things with you. But he would way rather enjoy your company in private. Just the two of you. His favourite memories of being with you probably consist of being cuddled up and completely devoured by blankets while watching a movie. Or you sitting on his lap while he plays Minecraft, struggling to stay awake while he keeps planting little kisses on the top of your head. 

C=Cuddles  (What type of cuddles do they like?) 

OMG KARL IS SUCH A HOE FOR CUDDLES. Whenever you two lay in bed together he just holds you so close to him the entire time. He just loves feeling you so close to him and knowing that you’re safe and happy. He loves being bigger spoon so he can wrap his arms around you and rest his head on top of yours, but he definitely won’t complain about being little spoon either. He loves resting his head on your chest, just listening to your heartbeat as he has his arms wrapped around your waist. 

D=Dirty mind (Do they have a dirty mind?) 

Karl definitely has a dirty mind oops. He is very open about it too. He can be very soft with you but when he’s whore knee he just wants to have his way with you. That can mean planting sloppy kisses on your neck from behind you while your just minding your business in the kitchen, or giving you ‘that’ look when you come out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around your body.

E=Effort (How much effort do they put in the relationship?) 

Karl is on it 24/7 to make sure your happy. He loves planning little dates, even if it’s just a walmart run or a drive around the neighbourhood, he just wants to spend time with you. Whenever you’re going through a tough time he will drop everything to make sure you’re okay. For example he could be streaming, and you would text him saying you’re sad, not knowing he would be streaming, and he’d just end the stream right there to go spoil you with cuddles and loving words.  

F=First date (What was your first date together) 

Your pre-dating relationship was probably either a friends to lovers one, or an enemies to lovers one. Constantly teasing each other but everyone, including your friends, would know what was really going on. You probably got tricked into going on a date with him for the first time, both acting like you hated it but secretly falling harder and harder for each other with every second. 

G=Gentle (How gentle are they with you?) 

This dude literally treats you like he could break you. He hold your hands like they’re little butterflies and plants the softest kisses on your forehead. He’s also super protective and possessive of you. He hates the thought of you going out alone, and whenever you two are at a party or something he’s just constantly holding your hand or having his arm wrapped around you, to show you’re his.

H=Hands (Do they have nice hands?)

To be honest, Karl’s hands are probably one of his best features. He takes such good care of them and loves wearing rings. He also loves wearing black nail polish, and constantly wants you to polish his nails for him. He could easily do it himself but that’s not the point lol

I=Impression (What was their first impression?)

The first time Karl saw you walk into a room he lost his breath for a second no joke. He was just so taken aback by your charming attitude and thought you were the most gorgeous person he had ever seen. He just immediately walked up to you to ask you for your name. 

J=Jealousy (Do they get jealous often? If so what do they do?)

Karl is such a pouty little jealous boy. He gets really whiney and needy in public when you’re not giving him enough attention. Whenever he sees someone hitting on you, he just gets extra lovey-dovey with you, wanting to make sure everyone knows you’re his. You would know exactly what was going on but just play along with it. One time you joined him on a filming day with the mr beast crew. All the boys would give you lots of attention, making flirty jokes mostly just to mess with Karl. Which worked because oh my god you had never seen him so touchy. You would ask him what was up and he would act like nothing was bothering him. “I’m fine why? Am i not allowed to show affection to my gf/bf/so anymore?” 

K=Kisses (What type of kisses do they like/give?)

Anything that has to do with touching you, Karl is a sucker for. (have I mentioned this man’s love language is 100% physical touch?) He litarally kisses your neck or forehead every 5 seconds, it’s just his way of showing he’s there. He doesn’t shy away from pda either. He won’t hasitate to kiss you passionately in front of a crowd of people. He doesn’t care who’s watching, all he cares about is you. 

L=Love  (Do they show their love?) 

As I said, this dude’s love language is definitely physical touch. After that probably comes quality time. He will get super pouty if the two of you haven’t gotten to properly spend time with each other for a while. For example, whenever you’re on your laptop working on something for school or work he will get super whiney, constantly begging for you to get off your laptop and come cuddle with him. He’s less good at expressing his love through words of affection. Obviously, this man tells you he loves you all of the time, but he gets scared about having deep conversations about your relationship, he’s just scared he’ll say something stupid and mess it all up.

M=Memory: (Their favourite memory in general?)

His favourite memory in general 100% has something to do with you. If he had to pick one, it would probably be that one time he introduced you to all his friends from the SMP. He’d be on a videocall on discord with Dream, George, Sapnap, Alex, Tommy, and Wilbur. They had been begging to meet you since forever, but he always said no, because he was scared they’d say something to embarrass him. But after some persuasion of you, he finally gave in. “HOLY FUCK I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE REAL THATS SO POGGERSS!” Alex yelled when you joined the call and sat next to Karl. You burst out laughing. You all just played Minecraft and messed around with each other for that night. All of Karl’s friends really liked you, and Karl himself couldn’t be prouder. 

N=Nickname  (What nicknames do they call you?)  

He has practically replaced your real name with “Baby” at this point. He loves calling you baby or babe in front of other people to show that you’re his. But when it’s just the two of you he would definitely be the type of guy to call you something really cheesy like sweetheart or darling. You love it tho :)

O=Over  (What happened the one time you ‘broke up’?)

The only thing you and Karl would ever fight about would be whenever your schedules would clash and you would spend less time together because of work/school. A lack of communication and both being exhausted lead to a huge fight once. Ending with you both thinking it just wasn’t gonna work out like this. You had slept in a nearby hotel for a night or two, basically crying yourself to sleep every night, because Karl wasn’t laying next to you. After a few days of both being miserable you realized that the two of you are meant for each other. You showed up to your house again, and almost tackled Karl with how fast you ran into his arms. “I’m never letting you go again.” He whispered in your ear. 

P=Parents (What would they be like as a parent?)

You and Karl both think it’s too early to have children, but you love just having endless conversations about how amazing it would be to have a little baby of your own. Just fantasizing about showing the little thing off to all of your friends, thinking of ridiculous baby-names together. Everytime you have these types of conversations you just melt at the thought of Karl actually being a dad one day. He’d be perfect for it. 

Q=Quirk (Something special about them)

I’m not saying homeboy has abandonment issues but....whenever you get up in the middle of the night to go get some water or something, he either gets very twitchy in his sleep, or wakes up right away and asks you where you’re going. “Y/N?” He says with a sleepy voice. You reach out for his face in the dark and gently ruffle your fingers through his hair. “Only getting some water baby, I’ll be right back.” You reassure him. 

R=Romantic (How romantic are they?)

Karl doesn’t want things to feel forced. He just wants things to be effortless. Big romantic gestures and fancy restaurants scare him. He has a very specific way of showing his affection to you and you know this, so you don’t expect him to wake you up with breakfast in bed or anything. Making it even more special whenever he does pull something like that. 

S=Sad (What are they like when they’re sad?)

Karl didn’t really like showing any emotion to you whenever he would be sad, he felt like he’d be bothering you with his problems. But after you explained to him that you just want to be there for him whenever he’s feeling down, he started warming up to you. Sometimes he would just crawl in bed with you hiding his face in your shoulder. You would play with his hair while he talked to you about what bothered him. He always feels so comforted and safe with you.

T=Together (What are they like when you’re together?)

Karl can be super hyper. Constantly wanting to do stuff like bake cookies or play minecraft with you. You’d obviously always be down to do these types of things with him. But he could also really find the joy in simple things like just watching a movie or getting his nails painted by you. Whenever you would have these types of moments, Karl just keeps cracking little jokes to make you laugh. He also would be telling you how much he loved you every 5 seconds. Just so you know.

U=Understanding (How understanding and empathetic are they?)

Sometimes Karl can have a little trouble trying to get into your mindset. But he does think it’s super important to know what you’re going through and do his best to help you. Whenever you’re dealing with anxiety or depression, he makes sure to ask you what he can do to help you and be there for you. He tries to do as much research as possible, trying to find the best way to help you.

V=Value (What do they value most about the relationship?)

Karl cherishes the relationship you have for so many reasons. One of the most important ones being that he can have fun with you. Both understanding each other’s type of humour, finding joy in the same types of things. He just loves that you know and understand exactly how his brain works, because it’s very similar to yours. 

W=Wedding (Would they want marriage? If so what would they like?)

Karl literally proposed to you 2 months into dating. He knows you’re the one. It’s very clear to him. But after discussing it you both decided that having a wedding would be way too stressful right now. It’s definitely not that you wouldn’t marry him, obviously you would, but you both know that breaking up just isn’t an option, so why go through all that trouble, just to get it on paper? You both agreed on this, but after all Karl just wants to see that ring on your finger, just so he knows you’re his forever.

X=X-Ray (How well can they read you?)

Earlier in your relationship, Karl would often have trouble reading you, he would be very hyper and touchy with you, and would just be completely oblivious to the fact that you where sad or tired or something. But as he got to know you better, he learned exactly how to tell when you’d be sad. He knew to get you some food, put on a tv show and play with your hair, without you having to tell him you weren’t feeling like going out or doing something extravagant.

Y=Yuck (What they would never want in a partner)

Karl would hate to be in a relationship with someone who isn’t in it for the same reason as he is. He doesn’t like to ‘date around’. He want’s someone who was a very similar vision of their future, so that’s why he’s so lucky he found you. The most reoccurring arguments you two have are about not agreeing on your future. He finds it very hard to compromise and doesn’t just ‘agree to disagree’. 

Zzz (How do they sleep around you?)

Karl just has to touch you in some way when he’s sleeping. Having his arms wrapped around you, having his legs intertwined with yours, resting his face in the crook between your head and shoulders, you name it. He also loves to hold hands whenever you two are sleeping. As i said, this man gets very icky about you leaving him when he’s sleeping. So, he just wants to know you’re there. All of the time.

[ibuki-loves-you]

SDR2 boys with an S/O who is like Mikan

Warnings: Mikan's personality/actions

Mod Ibuki: Back at it again with the Mikan series! I had absolutely no idea what to put for Nekomaru and Imposter Twogami, so please let me know if you want them I'll try to add them. Thanks for the overwhelming support, means so much! More to come, enjoy!

Hajime:

Instant protectivity

No fucking joke

As soon as you met, he was by your side 24/7 making sure no one bothered you

If anyone ever made fun of you, mean Hajime commence

"What did you just say? Do you know how rude that is? Back off, and don't come back. Don't let me hear you say that again."

If you ever took a fall in front of him, suggestive or not he'd pull you to him as soon as possible

"Shh, shh, it's okay. It's okay, don't worry. It was an accident, don't worry."

He found that petting your hair calms you down very quickly so he does that very often

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for him, he'd be opposed the minute the words came out of your mouth

"No, no no no. No, S/O. I don't need to have sex just because I'm in a mood. That's taking advantage of you, and I'd never do that. I love you, alright? Please don't offer that to me unless you yourself want it."

The one time you thought he was angry with you, he got very upset

"S/O, baby, no. I'm not angry with you, the others were just annoying me a bit. If anything, I'm a lot happier now that I'm with you." "R-Really?" "Yeah! I get so happy around you. I love you." "I-I love you t-too, hehe!"

Overall, Hajime is very protective and loves you very very much

He won't let anything happen to you

Nagito:

Nagito adored you the minute you met

Although he felt as if it was selfish, he wanted to be around you at all times

He just wanted to protect you

If anyone ever made fun of you, he'd scare them

No joke, Nagito can be very intimidating when he wants to be

"Hey, S/O! Get on all fours and bark like a dog!" "O-Okay..." "S/O, please don't. You don't have to do anything. As for you, you really must be pathetic. I'm gonna assume you're talentless. How worthless."

If you ever offered to take off your clothes for Nagito, he'd cry on the spot

"M-My hope, y-you don't have to do that just to make me happy! I-I don't want that! I'd much rather have a conversation than sex, especially because it's only to p-please me. P-Please don't offer yourself to me unless you w-want to do it with trash like myself..."

Nagito's self deprication would go through the roof if you thought he was mad at you

"W-What!? God I really am the worst, aren't I? I made you think I was angry with you! A-Angel! I promise, I am not mad at you! I-I don't think I have the ability to be mad at you! P-Please, don't ever think that. Never."

If you fell in front of him, he'd be very fast to pick you up, albeit with a red face

He never wants you to feel exposed or embarrassed

"Love, it was an accident. Please don't cry, it's okay."

Nagito would go to hell and back for you I swear

Kazuichi:

When Kaz first saw you, he was immediately attracted to you

Of course, when he got to know you he was concerned

Why were you so shy?

He stayed by you a lot to make sure you were alright

If someone started making fun of you, he'd immediately start screaming

"Hey!!! What's wrong with you!?! Leave them alone or else!!"

Sometimes it works sometimes it gets him laughed at

But it's the effort that counts

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for him, he'd get really confused

Like we're you asking for sex?

But then it clicked that you were trying to make him happy

"S/O, no. Never. Don't ever offer to do that for me because you think I want it. I don't! If you're gonna offer that, offer it because you want it!"

If you thought Kaz was mad at you, poor boy would be very confused again

"M-Mad? S/O I could never! Babe, I'm not mad. I can promise you that. Never ever! Never in a million years! How could I get mad at such a cute face?"

If you ever took a fall in front of him, he'd try to catch you but probably fail

Whether you fell in a suggestive position or not, he'll scream and squeeze you into his chest after the fall

"I got you, S/O! Don't worry!"

Kaz will protect and attack anyone who dares hurt you

Fuyuhiko:

Fuyuhiko got annoyed at first

He was very conflicted

Peko pointed out that he most likely had feelings for you

Ah, so that's why he felt those protective urges

If anyone ever made fun of you, Atua only knows if they made it out alive

"The fuck you just say!? You better take it back, bitch/bastard!! I'll fuckin' kill you!"

He definitely sent Peko on them after

If you ever took a fall in front of him, most of the time he'd catch you because he has fast reflexes

But if he didn't then he'd help you up as soon as you hit the floor

"S/O! You alright? How the hell did you manage that? C'mon, baby it's okay..."

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd blow up at himself

"I'm a fucking dumbass! God dammit! S/O, n-no, I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. Shit. I'm mad at myself, baby. I-I never want you to think I'm mad at you, because I'm not. That bitch Hiyoko pissed me off again, not you. I-I'm sorry I made you think that."

You offered to take your clothes off for him one time and one time only

He shut it down quick

"No, S/O. Don't offer that. Please don't, just don't. That's your body, and it's beautiful. It shouldn't be shown so easily. I love you so fuckin' much, and that's because of you, not your body. That won't please me, you yourself will."

Let him protect you, Fuyuhiko will never let anyone hurt you, ever

Gundham:

You were an interesting mortal

You managed to attract the dark lord to you with a mere look?

Impossible!

Gundham was around you very often

And if he wasn't one or more of his devas were

They loved you

People usually don't make fun of you

The way he carries himself keeps people away from you

If anyone ever tried to make fun of you (which is rare, Gundham is very intimidating even when he doesn't try), he would flip the fuck out

"Pardon!?! How dare you say such a thing to a wonderful person as themselves!? Must I harm you!? Fiend!!"

If you ever took a fall in front of him, he would try to catch you but would be too late

"H-Huh!? I-I'm sorry, my love. D-Don't fret, it is alright. It was an accident, d-don't cry..."

His personality gets so soft around you it's amazing

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for him, he'd freak out

"M-My love!? No, my dear. Your body is not what I wish when I'm in a foul mood. I wish for you and your comfort. Your body is far to beautiful to be shown to the eyes of others so willingly. Pick carefully who sees such a blessing sight."

If you ever thought Gundham was mad at you, he'd instantly try to soothe you

"Dearest, I may have a devilish temper, but never would it be caused by you. You are precious, far too much so for me to be angry at. I love you with all my heart, my dear. Please don't forget that."

Bless this boy <3

Izuru:

Izuru found you interesting

The minute he realized he wasn't bored by you, he was around you like a lost puppy

Your safety was his number one priority

If anyone ever tried to make fun of you, keyword tried, they'd have to be pretty bold

Izuru is fucking scary

"S/O~Can I have a little private show? It'd make me very happy~" "Repeat yourself." "..." "Go on. What's wrong?" "..." "That's what I thought. I ever catch you near them again and I will be sure to end your worthless existence."

Okay, you would never fall in front of him

He knows when it's gonna happen, so he literally always catches you

And when he does he knows you're embarrassed, so he pulls you to his chest and plays with your hair

"No need to be embarrassed, S/O. It's normal to fall. It is alright."

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd be a little upset actually

"I can assure you, I am not angry. I am actually a little upset right now. Weird..." "I-I'm s-sorry! I-I can't do anything r-right!" "I have never felt this before, so thank you. You can do no wrong, love. I promise. I barely get angry, let alone at you...I love you." "R-Really?" "Of course." "I-I love you m-more! Hehe!" "Impossible."

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for him he'd immediately deny you

"If we are going to do something so intimate I want it to be because both of us want to. Not because one wants to please the other. I don't need pleasing, having you in my presence is enough to make me feel, uhm, bubbly? I believe happiness. So, happy. Come here, I believe affection is needed here. I would like to hold you."