#though prefer to do like 5 miles a day

[gyaruhana]

please write more thanos 230 smut i need to fight for dominance with this man and the previous fic was great

Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Hatefucking (pt.2)

Synopsis: You and Thanos hate each other and, no matter how many death threats he sends your way, you never listen. So he decides that, if threats don’t work, maybe you need to be fucked instead. Of course, he's a fool to think he'll get away with that.

A/N: hey.... hey.. how y'all doing..? I'm back from the dead in honor of squid game s3 so here's this finally.

Warnings: smut, thanos gets denied release bc he deserves it, every1 is mean, we basically attempt to murder nam-gyu but he lives dw, hair pulling (from both us and thanos), it's literally called hatefucking so don't expect lovey dovey stuff.

Waking up the next morning after last night's events was.. Something. You felt very conflicted with yourself. You couldn’t believe you had let that absolute dickhead have his way with you and treat you like a whore. You wanted to punch him for having the audacity to do that with you but you also wanted to punch yourself for letting him get away with that. You had half a mind to walk up to him now and yell at him but you knew that would get you nowhere. If anything, it would just make you more angry because he’d probably look at you with that dumb cocky smirk again and make fun of you. 

You snapped out of your thoughts when the very loud voice of Thanos rang out again. You looked over at him immediately with a glare, not appreciating his current volume when it was this early in the morning. He was louder than the blaring classical musical that would play through the speakers to wake everyone up. You were really hoping today would be the day he dies so you’d never see his dumb face again. The chances that happened were ridiculously slim though considering he was a little too willing to sacrifice everyone within a 5 mile radius of him. 

“Good morning everyone! Let’s play some games!” Thanos spoke with a large grin, much to the dismay of everyone else who didn’t want to deal with such an energetic person after just waking up. In all honesty, Thanos was feeling much more excitable today. He had been thinking about the events of last night non-stop as seeing you in that state was a real treat for him. He really didn’t expect he’d enjoy using you so much but, now that he’s done it once, he can’t help but want to do it again. It was a real ego booster to see you on his knees sucking his cock after all the shit you had said to him. He preferred you much better when you kept quiet. 

You peeled your eyes off of him after a few solid seconds of telling him to shut up through the power of telekinesis, instead opting to look at the ground beneath your feet to avoid poisoning your eyes with his ridiculous face. You let out a sigh before getting up and shoving your hands into your pockets in a rather poor attempt to blend into the small amount of people left. It was sort of surreal to think that there were 456 people when you first arrived here and now there’s not even close to 200 people left. Although, the deaths you witnessed had left you rather desensitized to murder now.

You subtly walked over to the line of players that was slowly beginning to form as it was time for the next god forsaken game. You were hoping you could avoid Thanos and his dumb little friends - if they could even be called his friends - because you weren’t keen on hearing what comments he had to make today. You could only guess some of the things he would say after the events of last night, none of which you wanted to hear come from his mouth.

You followed behind the line of survivors as you were led through hallways, up way too many stairs for your liking, and finally to the game room for today. It was certainly an interesting looking place. It was a circular room - sort of like a circus tent - and there were many doors that seemed to each lead to a small room. In the center of the room, there was a circular platform which seemed to house three carousel horses in the very center. You didn’t have a single clue what this game could possibly be but you didn’t let that deter you.

The usual robotic voice rang out over the speakers explaining the game for today. You listened as it explained the rather simple rules of the game. You almost wanted to laugh at how easy this game sounded although you knew better than to do that as there was probably some trick to this game. If anything, this game might encourage violence because it’s more of an every-man-for-himself type game under the guise of a team game. 

You stepped onto the large circular platform, not exactly looking forward to the inevitable chaos of this game. You watched each player carefully as they stepped onto the platform with utmost caution. Clearly, everyone was on edge as they all seemed to predict that what was about to occur would be anything but humane. 

A sudden hand on your shoulder made you flinch slightly as you looked behind you to see Thanos’s stupid grin. He seemed to have gotten even cockier, maybe because he thought he had some sort of power over you now. You let out an audible sigh as you turn around to face him with annoyance written all over your face.

“What? What do you want?” you question but your tone made it clear you really didn’t give a fuck what he wanted. He laughed at your slight aggression towards him and squeezed your shoulder slightly. “Relax, just wishing you good luck,” he says with a small smirk but it was clear his intentions were in fact not to wish you good luck. You pulled your hand out of your pocket and quickly pushed his hand off your shoulder with a scoff. “I don’t need your good luck,” you speak and he looks away with slight annoyance.

“Was yesterday not enough for you? Maybe I should fuck your bitchy face again, huh?” he says as he looks down at you, the smirk on his face long gone and replaced with the same annoyance as yours. “How about I fuck your bitchy face up instead?” you speak. You couldn’t believe the audacity he had to bring up what happened yesterday now. It was like he was trying to throw you off your game so you’d die. Well, unfortunately for him, you’d sooner claw his eyes out then die in a stupid place like this.

He seemed to find something so amusing about your words, you could just see it on his face that he found you ridiculous. “Better hope we don’t cross paths this round,” he spoke before patting your shoulder twice and leaving you alone to go to his own team. The threat was very clear this time around and you could tell he meant it. If you got too close to him, he’d make sure to kill you. The idea brought a small smirk to your face. Him? Killing you? You wouldn’t even let him succeed in that in his dreams.

You let out a scoff before turning around. On cue, the platform began to spin and some childish music played. When the platform stopped, a number was called out and you quickly found a group to run into a room with. It was a bunch of strangers who you hadn’t had the chance to speak to and you definitely weren’t going to try any time soon. You watched through the slot in the door as people who weren’t so fortunate got eliminated but it seemed Thanos hadn’t gotten to share the same fate.

It took around 10 minutes before the room doors were unlocked and the players trailed back to the center platform. This went on for four rounds and you, thankfully, did not have any encounters with Thanos yet. However, you had been watching him and he seemed rather preoccupied in sacrificing his own teammates. You honestly weren’t surprised. Of course, he was sacrificing his own team with a smile on his face. God, you wanted to wipe that grin off his face permanently. 

The last round came by and you managed to overhear a conversation between some close-knitted players. A conversation that had you quite intrigued considering it related to the game. You watched them subtly and took in their words.

“Two,” one of them spoke as the other one looked over at him curiously. “Wait, why?” the other guy responded, curious for an explanation to the guys very confident guess. “We're at 126 people. There are 50 rooms. Even if there’s two in every room, there’s still only enough for 100 of us. If you don’t find one fast, you’re done for,” he answered and that definitely peaked your attention. His guess was quite educated and it formed an idea in your head.

You looked over to Thanos with a small smirk and he seemed to sense your stare causing him to look over at you curiously. You didn’t break eye contact and just stared at him. In all honesty, it did make him slightly uncomfortable considering you were just standing there staring. He didn’t have time to think about it though as the platform stopped and the number two was called out. Rather predictably, he left his quiet friend alone and instead took player 124 with him.

Without another thought, you ran after them and quickly caught up with them. You couldn’t explain what got into you but, before you knew it, you had grabbed the back of player 124’s jacket and pulled him back. Of course, Thanos was taken aback and immediately looked over but you didn’t give him time to think before you pushed him back into an empty room, leaving Player 124 in the dust. You closed the door behind you and held it shut, waiting for it to lock on its own.

Of course, Thanos was pissed. He immediately made a move, stomping towards you with the intent to get you out of the way. Not like you were about to let that happen. You quickly raised your foot and kicked his knee making him stumble back with a grunt. “Fuck!” he cursed out before straightening up and looking at you with a lot of anger. He couldn’t believe the shit you were pulling.

Honestly, you couldn’t believe it either.

The door locked as the timer ran out and you let go with a slight smirk before walking toward him. You gripped his chin roughly and forced him to keep his eyes on you. Oh, you were going to get revenge for all the times he’s treated you like shit. You had more than enough of him by now and this was the perfect time to give him a sweet taste of his own medicine.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he said and you were quick to raise a hand and slap him clean across his face. It sent him into a stunned silence as he was quickly forced to look back at you again. Had you actually just slapped him? He was starting to think this might be some sort of hallucination from his drugs but he knew better than that. 

“I’m fucking sick of hearing you speak. Can’t you shut the hell up for once?” you speak as you look at him. Your voice snapped him out of his daze and he quickly regained his composure. A smirk once again graced his lips as he looked at you. “Is this your way of asking me to fuck you again?” he asked. You couldn’t believe he was still talking like that given the situation. Your free hand grabbed a fistful of his hair as you pulled him closer. You were angered by his undeserved confidence.

“I’d rather have a bullet blasted through my skull than have you fuck me again,” you responded. “Then why didn’t you die out there?” he questioned - obviously trying to make fun of you by subtly suggesting that deep down, you want him despite all the hate your harbour for him. “Because I wanted to wait for you to die first. I can’t wait to see the life leave your ugly fucking face,” you answered and his smirk dropped at your words. 

You let out a scoff before letting him go and standing by the door to see the situation outside. You didn’t see player 124’s body anywhere so you could assume he survived and might have it out for you later after the stunt that you pulled. Thanos didn’t seem to say anything and instead opted to just stare at you. You could feel his eyes burning through your skull but you ignored it. You had already decided to fuck around with him some more later. After all, this was just a warning sent to him to not fuck with you unless he wants to face the consequences.

Then, all of a sudden, a hand grabbed your hair and pulled you back. You let out a hiss at the jolt of pain and looked at Thanos to be met with an angry glare. He kept a tight grip on your hair as he brought you close to his face. It was pretty clear that he was anything but happy now. There wasn’t a single trace of amusement on his face. Part of you was glad since you were sick of seeing him look so smug.

“Are you trying to make me angry? Because it’s working,” he speaks. His attitude had changed quite a bit now and he no longer would play nice - or, at least his version of nice. Your hand raised to grab his wrist tightly, a silent warning to let go of you before things got properly violent. “Let me go,” you stated firmly. You had long run out of patience with him. If he didn’t start listening, you’d make him listen. 

He let out a humorless laugh as he briefly looked to the side before returning his gaze to you. “Or what? You gonna slap me again?” he says with a mocking tone. Thanos had already painted an image in his mind of you being all bark and no bite. He didn’t believe you had the guts to actually try anything and that this was nothing but your poor attempt at regaining some sort of power after the events of last night. He was starting to think he might need to give you another taste.

“Worse,” you respond, waiting for his reaction to your response. Your intentions were not to kill him, not yet at least. You just wanted to put him in his place like he tried to do to you. If sex was his language, then you’d use it to send a very clear message for him to stay in his place and out of the way of you. He raises an eyebrow at your words, analyzing your face as if to try to understand what the response you gave meant. 

“Worse-?” he questions before he’s silenced by your lips pressing against his. It caught him slightly off guard as he really hadn’t expected you to kiss him. He wasn’t an idiot though, and he could tell this kiss was nothing related to love or anything along those lines. It was a way to get a message across. You backed him up against the wall as you kissed him and he made no effort to stop you. If anything, he actually partially reciprocated the kiss. 

In your mind, you knew you had maybe a little over six minutes left to prove a point to him and you’d be damned if you didn’t make the most of that time. Your hand slipped down beneath the waistband of his pants and Thanos tensed slightly. Feeling him tense up at your touch entertained you slightly. It only served as motivation for you to continue as you slowly started palming his cock through the fabric of his boxers.

He let out a quiet grunt as he tried not to thrust up into your hand. He preferably didn’t want to appear desperate even though his cock got increasingly hard as your hand teased him. He knew you’d keep teasing him like this just to hear him whine and beg. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of that though. That would bruise his ego and he couldn’t have that happen.

“Is this your way of saying you want my dick again?” Thanos speaks with a smirk, keeping up his cocky facade as if he isn’t starting to feel rather eager to get his dick sucked. You gave him no response, opting to instead pull his pants down to his knees along with his boxers and free his hardening cock. 

His breath hitched for a moment as your hand wrapped itself around his cock achingly slowly. Usually, Thanos had the power in situations like this. He couldn’t think of a single time where he was the one pushed up against the wall with his head leaned back and his eyes squeezed tight at a little pleasure. Feeling the way you slowly stroked his dick, purposely teasing him - it was driving him mad. He wanted to say something - to do something.

He wanted to grab a fistful of your hair and throw you to the ground before fucking the life out of you but he couldn’t. He was feeling weirdly sensitive and it had him distracted beyond belief. Of course, you had noticed how he was actually submitting to you. It brought a smirk to your face knowing you made him give up so quickly.

“What’s wrong?” You question as your thumb goes to his tip and traces light circles. He grunted - an attempt to cover up what you both knew would’ve been a whine. “Too much for you?” You tease as you quicken your motions a little to try to elicit more sounds from him.

“Shut- up,” Thanos spoke as his hips instinctively thrusted upward. He was chasing a release even though he knew you wouldn’t let him have it. He knew that you just wanted to leave him hard and horny with no one to help but his own hand. 

His words make you laugh a little. His annoyance and desperation were funny to you - hilarious even. The fact someone like him was being reduced to this might be the best thing you’ve ever seen. It was even better when he actually started whining. 

By now, Thanos had given up on his attitude. He hoped that maybe if he just started begging you to let him cum, you would. As shameful as it was for him. He really didn’t want to be left with nothing. 

“Fuck- c’mon, faster. I’m so close,” He spoke through heavy breaths and slight whines. He ran a hand through his hair as he felt his release closing in on him. Fuck, he wouldn’t say it out loud, but you were good. The way your hand fit perfectly around his cock and effortlessly switched places was driving him mad. “I’ll do whatever you want,” he adds in a desperate attempt to get the release he needs.

“Oh yeah?” you question as you grip his chin and make him look at you. He nods his head quickly like some puppy desperate for a treat. “Anything,” he repeats and, for a moment, he thinks you’re agreeing because your hand moves up and down his cock faster and your thumb presses on his tip just perfectly but then-

The door unlocks. And the feeling is gone. 

A whine leaves his mouth as he almost feels himself collapse to the floor. You were already walking out and, if his dick wasn’t aching right now, he would have chased you down. 

“Fucking bitch,” he cursed under his breath before letting out a heavy sigh. Reluctantly, he pulled his pants back up, the friction making him wince a little before he relaxed slightly and ran up to you.

“What the fuck was that?” he said quietly to you with annoyance. He was pissed off that you basically stripped him of his dignity and didn’t even give him the gift of release in return. Upon getting no response from you, Thanos lets out a noise of frustration but he continues to quickly trail after you. “Oh, so now you’re gonna ignore me,” he says as he blocks your way to force you to acknowledge him.

“What? That desperate for more?” you tease as you fold your arms over your chest. You didn’t even let him answer before you spoke again. “God, you’re pathetic. I’d recommend you fuck off from now on, yeah?” you speak. He’s quiet for a few moments as he just stares which elicits a scoff from you before you push past him and walk back to the center of the room.

Thanos doesn’t move after you this time, too busy trying to come to terms with what just happened. He couldn’t believe he let you get away with that. He should’ve done something- anything, but he didn’t. He was left feeling unsatisfied and frustrated. His ego was a little hurt too. You played his game and still beat him at it. Fuck, you were annoying. 

“Fucking bitch,” Thanos curses under his breath. “Fucking.. Hope she gets shot,”

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An Arranged Marriage, part 31

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There’s a difference between knowing it’ll be 2.5 days of travel to Zen’s village and then truly understanding what 2.5 days of travel on foot actually feels like. At least Zen is trying to make it as easy as possible.

(I am feral over my own character, ask box is always open for talking about my writing or just monster fucking in general!)

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Two and half days was not an accurate estimate for how long it would take to get to Zen’s village.

“How much farther is it?” you asked Zen. He had warned you that it usually took him two and a half days to get to his village, but that was walking at his pace. At this point you were kicking yourself for not taking him up on his offer to borrow a horse for you from the royal stables. You had never ridden a horse before and did not want to look silly trying to learn how to on the fly, but that would have been preferable to all this walking at least.

“We are only a few hours outside the city, though at this rate it will take quite a bit longer to get there” he pointed out.

You groaned, somehow it did not sink in before when he told you how long it would take.

“We can stop and rest” he offered.

“We just stopped a little while ago. If we keep stopping so much we’ll never get there.”

“We will get there eventually, and I would rather take our time instead of having you drop dead, so how about we take a break?”

You grumbled your agreement and let Zen unpack some water and food for lunch. It was simple, just some dried fish and other meats, some fruit, and some incredibly dry, dense bread.

“I do not really like it either” he commented as he watched you gnaw at the chunk of bread, “It is an orc thing, and not very good, but it lasts well when traveling.”

You curled up on his lap after both of you were done with lunch, not caring that you were already overheating and Zen was always practically a furnace. Between the heat and all the walking you were exhausted. Without saying anything he leaned back and kept you against his chest until he was entirely laying down. You may have been sticky and sweaty, but he did not seem to care as you laid on top of him.

After an accidental nap and lunch you did feel a bit refreshed though, once more winding your way through the plains with Zen.

“There is a small village on the coast about a day from here, we could stop there and see if they have anyone sailing north we could go with” Zen said.

“Anything to speed this up” you nodded. He might have been used to all this traveling and walking, but you sure were not.

Zen ended up carrying you for a good portion of the rest of the day, though not until after you protested heavily about not needing to be toted around like a child. Regardless, it went much faster at his pace.

As the sun set Zen sat you down in the little cluster of trees next to stream that he decided would make a good camp for the night. Quickly he busied himself with lighting a fire while he sent you to refill the water skins in the stream. It was so quiet being so far from the city, probably the quietest the world had ever been for you.

The sandy, packed earth of the desert around the city had given way to patchy plains many miles ago, which in turn was now fading into a denser grassland with sporadic trees. While it had been just as hot all day, the temperature now that the sun was nearly down was not dropping as much here at least, the grass was able to insulate and hold on to some of the sun’s warmth.

Dinner was the same sort of basic meal as lunch, the two of you sat close together on the bed roll just relaxing. You had never been so tired even though you had only walked half of the day. Zen, while still tired looking, did not seem nearly as exhausted as you and was just happily leaning on you and resting his chin on top of your head.

You reached up to scratch his head, which just made him pull you onto his lap so he could nuzzle you a bit better.

You could feel your pulse rising in your throat, you had not been out of the city since you were attacked over a month ago and all those feelings were bubbling up. You knew for certain that Zen could protect you, that even way out here that he was more than capable of keeping you safe, but right now it was doing nothing to calm you.

“Hey” his voice was soft in your ear, “Are you alright?”

You just shook your head, unable to find words.

“Talk to me, I can tell something is wrong.”

“It’s just been a while since I left the city.”

Clearly he realized what you meant. He hugged on to you a little tighter, “I have you, I will not let anything ever hurt you again, I promise.”

You buried your face into his chest, trying to block out the world with the smell of incense and the sound of his steady heartbeat. He shifted about under you and laid down, pulling you on your his chest and covering you both with the blanket. Like this his tusks were holding up the blanket, making a little tent.

“I promise it is just you and me out here, and if anything gets close Tsov’ka will let me know.”

You nodded into his chest, not actually feeling any better but you appreciated that he was trying to reassure you.

Sleep did not come easy. Every little sound startled you back awake, which then also seemed to wake up Zen. Each time he would rub your back and sing to you until you fell back asleep.

Morning came too soon and Zen woke you for breakfast, the same simple meal as lunch and dinner yesterday. He looked tired, even if he would not admit it, as the two of you set off following the stream to the coast.

“Oh wow” you said. It was not like the rocky, cliff side coast that you knew back home. The water was not gray and churning, instead it was clear and smooth, and the beach was just flat sand littered with shells.

“Have you seen the ocean before?” he asked.

“Not like this, it’s so calm and bright.”

“Come, how about we walk on the shore then.”

You packed your shoes into Zen’s bag and walked where the sea met the land. Gentle waves ran over your feet while you kept bending down to pick up shells, the hem of your skirt was getting wet but you did not care, you were having fun. Zen held onto the shells you found, carefully tucking your newly found treasures into the pockets of his bag.

“I promise there will be more shells when went get to my village, we still need room in my pack for our clothes” he kissed the top of your head and helped you pack the last of your shells for now.

On the soft sand you quickly got tired as you struggled to keep from sinking into it with every step. Zen on the other hand seemed to have no problem with staying on top of it and soon you ended up with him carrying you once more.

In the distance the first few structures emerged from the horizon, steadily growing in size until it was a small village in the distance. It was not much, maybe a dozen or so houses right on the shore centered around a large fire pit, but it was civilization and possibly the chance to sail the rest of the way to Zen’s village.

Immediately several people flocked around the two of you, chatting with Zen in his tongue and looking at you with curiosity. After a few minutes you were both being ushered to sit down around the fire and being handed food, it was a nice change from the dried rations you had for the last few meals.

“They seem friendly, people you know?” you asked.

“I think I have met a few people here in passing, but no one I know well” he said, “But it does look like there is a few fishermen who planned on sailing north tomorrow morning that we can go with. It will not get us all the way to my village, but we will only be about half a day away then.”

It was nice seeing Zen interacting with everyone, people who were strangers he seemed to talk to like old friends. Periodically he paused to translate and fill you in, though most of it went over your head; updates on other villages or people, chatting about aspects of his culture you did not have analogues for, but it was all the same to you. Really you were feeling to tired to socialize anyway and it was just nice to see him looking so relaxed and happy.

He always seemed happier speaking his own language. He gestured with his hands a lot in his language, unlike when he spoke human common. His pitch and inflection seemed to vary a lot more than when he spoke common versus his relatively flat common, he was just so much more animated.

You leaned against him to get his attention, “Teach me your language.”

“Orcish would be more useful for you, more people speak it back in the city” he said.

“I want to talk to you, like this” you gestured vaguely around, “I like listening when you talk, I want to be able to hear how you really talk and sound.”

You could feel how hard he was purring just from where you where leaning on his arm.

He leaned his head down and nuzzled the top of yours, “Then I would be very happy to teach you.”

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Part 32

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Thou Shalt Not Kill - Chapter 10

AU - Noah Sebastian x female detective reader

18+

Summery: Reader is a detective and is assigned to a murder case which she soon connects with previous killings and figures out the religious affiliation, proving there is a new serial killer within the city. Reader soon becomes obsessed with the killers mind and methods and won’t rest until she figures out who the killer is. All while she gets used to working with her new partner on the case, detective Noah Davis.

Warnings: talks of death, talks of murder/killings, use of religion, stockholm syndrome, smut, PiV, choking, fingering, dom/sub relationship, bad language (I think that’s it!)

Right here we go, after 5 weeks I’ve finally finished this chapter, it’s a fairly long one but I hope it’s worth the wait!! As always I’d love to hear your thoughts and I hope you all enjoy and I promise it won’t be as long of a wait for chapter 11 🖤

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Noah didn’t return until the next day after the kiss you’d shared.

When he came through the door that morning carrying a tray with your breakfast on it, you felt as though you were an awkward teenager seeing their crush again after an embarrassing blunder. It was stupid, it shouldn’t have happened, it was wrong…wasn’t it?

“He’s been nothing but the perfect gentleman to me, maybe he does genuinely care? Maybe we can find a way out of this”

Your thoughts were all over the place, your mind was racing a thousand miles per hour. Why do you care?

“I don’t care…Noah is a criminal and it’s my job to catch the bad guys…but…is he really the bad guy or just a victim himself?”

You ran your fingers through your hair, untangling some of the knots that had formed in your sleep, you chewed on your lip in an anxious attempt to make sense of everything.

“You still with us detective?”

You glanced up and saw the amused smirk he wore on his face as he set the tray down on the bed next to you before he sat himself on the edge of the mattress.

“Deep in thought are we?”

Your cheeks flushed pink as you looked away from him, clearly being caught with your inner turmoil.

“No”

Your abrupt response pulling a low chuckle from his chest.

“Sure? Then why do you resemble a blushing school girl right now?”

Noah had leant his body towards yours, his smirk only growing bigger as he looked down at you.

“I’m not!”

“Is this about last night? No need to be embarrassed about that”

You shook your head, your cheeks feeling even warmer than before as you avoided his gaze.

“That was a mistake”

“Was it?”

You looked back at Noah while nodding your head.

“Yes, it shouldn’t have happened”

You could see the amusement in his eyes.

“Really? If I recall you didn’t pull away detective, you actually initiated the first move”

“He’s not wrong, I was touching his neck tattoo, who does that?”

“I think you’re just afraid”

You sat up straight and glared at him.

“I’m not frightened of you!”

Noah chuckled, his whole body language signalling he was relaxed and at ease.

“Frightened of your feelings for me detective. Why? What is it that’s so difficult for you to come to terms with?”

His eyes softened, like he was genuinely curious for your answer, like he actually cared.

“You’re a sadistic murderer, what more needs to be said?”

Noah shrugged in jest. “I prefer the term…artistic killer. Besides, those people had it coming, the world will lose no sleep over them”

A shiver ran down your spine, he truly has no remorse for his actions, he was proud of what he’s accomplished.

“My point”

“But you are attracted to me, you can’t deny that. I understand you detective, more than anyone else ever could, I see so much potential in you, would letting yourself go really be so terrible?”

You felt your brows knit together in confusion at his wording.

“Let go to what?”

Noah leant in closer, you could feel his warm breath ghosting your face as he spoke.

“Letting go to me, to this, to who you are meant to be. You have something special within you, I can see it and I can help you reach your full potential that everyone else has been holding you back from”

His words washed over you like tidal wave, the passion in his voice was evident.

“I…I don’t understand”

Noah’s lips hovered over yours, his eyes becoming half lidded as he scanned your face.

“You will angel, I promise”

Almost against your will, you felt yourself leaning forward….for Noah to pull back leaving the air cold around you and he got up and walked out of the room, the locks echoing in your ears.

The next few days went by in its normal routine, Noah would bring you food and your clean clothes, he’d disappear during the day which you assumed was him going to work. He’d then return in the early evening to sit with you and talk over dinner, he’d even started reading some chapters of the book you were reading with you.

It was a strange dynamic, in these moments it was easy to see him as the friend and the source of comfort he had become. He gave you stimulation when you thought you were going insane and the companionship when you felt lonely.

This routine was something you were getting very used to, so you noticed straight away when he started to act different.

Noah would start to turn up a bit later than normal or he wouldn’t stay long once you’d eaten, claiming he had work to do but never elaborating on what.

This new behaviour had been going on for 3 days now, you wracked your brain to try and figure out what he was up to but you really had nothing to go on.

Today however you decided you were going to ask him.

You were both sitting on the bed as normal and Noah had been reading from your book aloud until you interrupted him.

“What have you been doing each night?”

Noah stopped reading and turned his attention to you.

“You’ll have to be a bit more specific angel, what am I doing here? What am I doing when I’m alone?”

You didn’t miss the innuendo on the latter which you chose to ignore.

“No. Why do you leave early or not turn up until later? Is it something to do with work?”

Noah closed the book and placed it on the table before he turned his body towards you.

“It’s nothing to do with the station if that’s what you were thinking. I’m just….sorting out something very…special”

“What do you mean special?”

You leant forward, his words intriguing your curiosity.

“Well that would be telling now wouldn’t it?” Noah lifted his hand slightly and ran his fingers across the back of yours, your skin tingling under his touch. “But I can say that it’s something very special for you”

“For me?”

He nodded and the same hand that had been tracing patterns on yours, came up and made its way into your hair, tucking it behind your ear.

“It’s something I’ve had planned for you for a while angel, and the time is nearly right for you to have it”

Confusion wracked your mind as you tried to think of what it could be.

“Like a gift?”

“Yes like a gift. Something that I know you deserve and I’m just waiting for the right moment”

The feeling of his hand in your hair was almost soothing, he’d definitely picked up on the fact that it relaxed you and he’d started doing it every so often, normally if you were reading together or when you were discussing something and it was almost like he done it automatically now, like it brought him the same comfort.

“Why can’t you tell me now? Why are you getting me a gift?”

Noah simply smiled. “Because you deserve it angel”

The sound of his boots coming down the stairs perked you up, sitting yourself up and moving over to swing your legs off the bed, you waited.

Time had gone out of the window these days, you could only guess based on the light, or lack of, coming through the small window above. It was dark out at the moment, Noah was extremely late tonight and that was very unusual for him so you were very curious as to where he had been.

You heard the locks turning and the door swung open to reveal Noah stood there, what you wasn’t expecting was his face being covered by his black ski mask and gloves on his hands.

“Noah?”

Noah seemed to ignore your shock and almost appeared to skip into the room, if a man of his size was capable of doing that in such a way, clearly very pleased with himself this evening as he pulled the mask from his head, his hair falling straight back into place.

“I have good news angel, I’ll be able to give you your gift very soon”

The smile he wore was similar to a kid at Christmas, whatever he was planning, he was obviously excited about.

“And do I get any clues as to what this gift may be?”

Noah came and sat down beside you, taking his gloves off as he did and you felt the movement bouncing you up slightly.

“And ruin the surprise, no. But I have everything I need to get it for you”

“I’m not really a fan of surprises”

Your hands fiddled with the hem of your shirt, the thought of Noah being this excited had you nervous.

“What is going to happen to me Noah? You can’t keep me locked down here forever right?”

Noah’s hand reached into yours and laced your fingers together.

“I don’t intend to. I told you, I have plans for you”

“And what are these plans? I’ve been down here for god knows how long and nothing! What is it that you want from me?!”

Once again, Noah brought his hand up and he caressed your cheek.

“I know it’s been hard. Believe me, I take no pleasure in seeing you distressed, but I’m here for you, have I not been very kind to you under the circumstances?”

You thought about everything he had done for you, bringing you food and water, bringing you clean clothes and even items from your flat to keep your mind occupied. You thought about all the evenings he’s sat with you and you’ve chatted, probably more than what you should have. Over the weeks you’d told him about most of your life, the highs and lows, he knew your likes and dislikes and your goals for the future. In return he’d opened up to you, at least as much as he was willing to tell.

In some ways he’d been the perfect gentleman, a good friend even.

“You have….I just don’t understand what it is that you want?”

“You. Just you angel, that’s all I want”

You felt tears form in your eyes, you couldn’t deny that you had feelings for him, you’d had them for a while now, long before you were stuck down here and hearing his words made your heart feel heavy.

“And all I wanted was you”

The hand on your cheek slipped behind your head and onto your neck as he brought his head forward.

“Then you can have me”

Noah pressed his lips onto yours softy, almost like he was worried he’d frighten you off, you didn’t pull away, instead you leaned into him more.

Noah detached his lips briefly and rested his forehead against yours.

“Tell me that this is what you want angel”

You stared into eyes and only saw your friend, your partner looking back at you and in that moment, you decided to let yourself go.

“I want you Noah”

The words came out as barely a whisper but that was all Noah needed to hear before he kissed you again, this time moving his body over to yours and holding your head in his hands.

The kiss soon started to become more dominant on his part as he started to deepen it, his tongue slipping into your mouth to run it along yours as his hands started to undress you.

You knew it was wrong, every fibre of your being knew that this was wrong, but as each article of clothing was removed and you felt his hands causing a fire to ignite over your skin, you simply didn’t care, you wanted to be his.

Before you knew it, you had been stripped bare and was straddling his legs, pressing yourself down onto his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck as you continued to kiss him.

You pulled back and lifted his shirt away from his body and rolled your hips over his, causing your eyes to close as the beautiful friction it created. Noah certainly enjoying the view.

“Feeling a bit needy are we?”

His arrogant smirk he wore only turning you on more, he was so cocky, so confident within himself and you couldn’t help but want to submit to him.

You nodded your head, your voice lost, all you could think about was how your pussy was aching for him.

“Want me to help you baby?”

You nodded again and went to kiss him again but he put a finger to your lips and stopped you, you felt that same hand go down and he wrapped it around your throat, squeezing just enough to start blocking your airway.

This should have frightened you, he’d killed so many people with these hands, but that thought only made your pussy clench more for him.

Noah reached his other hand down and ran his fingers across your outer lips, very carefully circling around where you wanted him the most before he slid one of his fingers in, the feeling of your walls finally being able to grip onto something had you crying out.

“Look at me, eyes on me”

You looked into his dark eyes, they were completely blown out as he stared at you, studying every expression on your face as he started to move his finger inside you.

“You’re so wet angel, does it turn you on knowing what these hands have done? What I could do to you?”

Every part of you wanted to respond with a sassy comeback but hearing his deep voice whispering those words, your body answered for you as your walls clenched down on him harder causing Noah to have a wicked grin.

“Oh that’s definitely a yes, that’s my dirty girl”

Your hips started to move with his hand and you gripped onto his arm for support as he tightened his hold on your throat, the lack of air was making your head spin deliciously.

“Who do you belong to?”

Noah slipped a second finger inside and his pace quickened, your stomach started to twist and contract as your high started to build.

“Yo..you, fuck I belong to you!”

You choked out the words, you felt the need to close your eyes as you felt your thighs start to shake involuntarily.

“I said, eyes on me!”

Your eyes snapped back open, your grip on his arms was no doubt leaving nail marks in his skin.

“You do belong to me, every part of you is mine”

You could feel your orgasm approaching, you couldn’t stop the moans as your body felt like it was wound so tight, you just needed something more, something Noah knew as he reached his thumb up and started to run circles over your clit as his fingers still kept their pace.

“Come on beautiful, make a mess over me”

And you did, it wracked through your body as your orgasm washed over you in waves, Noah’s hand not leaving your throat completely but he loosened his grip to allow you to breathe again as you shook in his arms.

Once you started to come down, you pushed his hand away from your core as you felt how sensitive you’d become.

Noah simply slipped his fingers out and brought them to your mouth.

“Open”

You immediately opened your mouth as he made you clean yourself off his fingers as you sucked on them.

You relaxed into his lap and could feel how hard he was underneath you, that feeling only making you needy for him.

“You look heavenly when you cum angel, I don’t know how I’m got so lucky”

You blushed but didn’t miss the irony of his words, a small smile forming on your lips as you leant forward to kiss him.

Noah returned it before he started to manoeuvre your body back onto the bed.

“Now be a good girl and get on your knees, chest down and ass up for me”

You let your body fall to the mattress as you lifted your hips into the air, making sure to arch your back, hearing his groan of approval as you heard him strip himself of the rest of his clothes.

“Mine. You’re all mine”

You nodded your head as you pressed your cheek into the mattress as you felt his hands on your hip and the head of his cock line up with your entrance, he moved his hand up and spread your cheeks apart as he slid himself in.

The feeling of how full you felt was mind numbing, he was so big and you could feel every inch of him in this position, you gripped the sheets as you moaned loudly, matching Noah who’s fingers had dug themselves into the flesh of your ass.

“Shit….you were fucking made for me”

Noah wasted no time in pulling his hips back and slamming them into yours, his thrusts were hard and deep, his hands pulling your hips up even higher.

It was hard and fast but it felt absolutely incredible, Noah wasn’t shy about letting himself be heard, he was gripping you so hard you knew you’d have bruises the next day but you loved it.

The sound of skin on skin and your own wetness filled the room, you cried out his name as you silently asked him for more.

“Touch yourself for me, make yourself cum”

You knew you wouldn’t last long, you could feel your orgasm approaching, so you reached your own hand down and started to stimulate your over sensitive clit, the added pressure, along with his unrelenting pace was enough to have you screaming as you felt your second orgasm hit you, your eyes squeezed shut and your toes curled as you allowed yourself to fall.

Noah’s thrusts became more erratic as he let out an animalistic growl as you felt hot ropes of cum paint your walls.

Your body went limp on the mattress as Noah held his weight off of you but still fell onto your back, his breath warm on your shoulder.

He kissed the skin under him before he slipped himself out, the empty feeling almost making you feel cold as he collapsed next to you.

As you rolled over to face him, he looked so relaxed, like all the tension had left his body and in that moment, it was so easy to forget who he truly was.

Noah opened his eyes and looked over to you as he reached his arm out to pull you closer and gave you a very gentle kiss on your forehead.

You knew you were truly a goner, you knew you were his.

Chapter 11

[spid3namy]

Miles morales × F reader with like just in general body issues like shes not curvy with an hourglass figure and she's just insecure thinking he doesn't find her body attractive

(definitely not projecting 🤡)

pairing : e!42/1610 miles x insecure!female reader

summary : you don’t feel pretty, miles decides to help show you just how beautiful you really are to him

contains : fluff, angst, insecurities, projection, kissing, somewhat body worship, they are in their late teens, probably incorrect spanish, cussing

word count : 1352

notes : okay, so like this request was really good fr cus i used to suffer from being really insecure back in the day so this was lowkey me projecting like a LOT. also, there won’t be TOO much detail about the body type just cus like i kinda want it to be inclusive to like everyone. anyways, enjoy the story! <33

Ugly. 

That’s the only thing you thought about when you stared at yourself in the mirror. 

The way your body looked made your stomach churn. The way you felt as though you were nothing was a worrying known feeling that you were pretty much used to by now. 

Shit sucked.

All the girls at school were so damn pretty. Each having beautiful traits on their bodies. Sophomore year of high school was when you noticed just how beautiful everyone but you was.

The guys were all over those girls. The ones with the beautiful long hair. Ones with those pretty eyes. Ones who had hourglass bodies. Ones who.. weren't you. 

It was almost pathetic how obsessed you had been when it came to how the other girls looked. Why couldn’t you look like them?

Why couldn’t your body be curvy?

Why couldn’t you have big boobs?

Why couldn’t you be pretty like the other girls?

Those questions rang through your head as you continued to judge yourself through the mirror. Why were you so fucking unlucky?

“Oye hermosa! You in here?”

You jump when you hear your boyfriend’s voice. He wasn’t supposed to be here until later! You let out a noise and quickly grab a hoodie from inside your dresser, throwing it over your head before you emerge from your bedroom.

“Hey, Miles..”

“Oh there you are, I’ve been calling your name for like 5 minutes now. I was worried you might’ve not been home.”

“Sorry.. I guess, I got distracted” 

Miles gives you a look before he presses a kiss onto your cheek, his arm wrapping around your waist delicately. You could feel your lips curve upwards into a smile from the affection you were given. Even if you were upset, he always knew how to cheer you up. He had always been good at that.

“How’s my beautiful girl doin’?” You try not to grimace when he speaks. 

You’re not beautiful. He’s lying to you. He just wants to make you feel better. You’re actually ugly. He doesn’t love you. He wants someone else. Someone who is better and prettier than you. 

That stupid voice in your head makes you want to scream. Why did it never shut up? Why did it always have to talk? 

But you knew it was true. The voice was just trying to help you. To show you the truth. Well.. the truth you’ve made up in your head anyway. 

“Mama, are you okay?” Miles rubbed a small circle on your waist; the feeling alone caused you to cringe.

“Don’t touch there..”

Miles stared at you in confusion, an eyebrow being raised and his hands moving up from your waist to your face. It was weird to see you being this way. One thing about being as insecure as you were, you never told anyone about it.

You preferred suffering in silence.

Besides, how was anyone really supposed to help with your body issues? With your insecurities? Sure, they can call you pretty all they want but could you really trust them? What if they were lying just to make you feel better? 

It was a never-ending cycle. 

“Mama, are you.. okay? Is somethin’ botherin’ you?”

“Leave it alone, Miles.”

“Y/N.”

“Miles.”

Miles lets out a heavy sigh and rubs his temples in annoyance. You always did this. Pushing things down was so annoying sometimes. Especially when all he wanted to do was help you! But no, you just had to refuse his help. 

He loved you, more than anything in the world, but sometimes you were a little too much for him.

“Y/N, tell me what the problem is. I wanna help you.”

“By doin’ what, Miles? It’s not like you can just magically turn me pretty.”

There it was. Before you even realized it, you had said too much. 

Miles stared at you and furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes scanning over your face before he took a step closer to you. You knew that look. That was the look he gave any boy that dared talk to you. That meant he was about to go off. And you sadly walked right into that. 

“What?”

“Nothin’, Miles. I ain’t even said nothin’.”

“Don’t play this game with me, chica. The fuck did you just say?”

“It’s nothing, just fuckin’ drop it.”

Miles gives you a look and you instantly know how stupid you were for refusing to tell him. You knew you couldn’t tell him. Couldn’t show him just how vulnerable you are. Couldn’t show him just how much you hated the way your body looked. How you didn’t look like other girls. 

He would think you’re pathetic. 

“You smokin’ again?”

“What? No!”

“Mhm. Well, you must be high out of your fuckin’ mind to think that you’re not the most gorgeous woman on this planet. Besides Megan Thee Stallion, of course.”

“Ha ha, you’re so fuckin’ funny.” You roll your eyes at his comment, your voice filled with nothing but sarcasm from his horrible attempt at a joke. Or whatever the hell that shit was.

Miles let out a snort and took a step closer to you, cupping your face and pressing a couple of kisses onto your face. It was like he was attempting to comfort you but it was awkward to do so. At least, that’s the impression you were getting from him. You appreciated the effort but it really wasn’t work out all that well. 

“Come on, jus’ look at you, mama.. You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

“Miles, quit.”

“Shh.”

You pout and squirm around in his grip, moving your gaze away from him. He was so embarrassing sometimes. Miles continued to press kisses onto your face before his hands soon moved down to under your hoodie.

“Miles.”

“Don’t worry, mama.. I ain’t gonna do nothin’.”

“Watch your hands, boy.”

“Yes, ma’am..”

You roll your eyes but otherwise allow his hands to wander around your frame. You let out a gasp from the feeling of his cold hands moving up and down your stomach, stopping just under where your bra sat. He was getting a little too handsy. But you trusted him. Trusted that he wouldn’t do anything. 

“You’re so gorgeous, mama. Especially when you wear those fire ass fits.”

“Mm? Which ones?”

“All of them.”

Your cheeks heat up from his comment; your hand instinctively comes up to push at his chest in embarrassment. He didn’t move away from you though, only got closer. 

You knew he couldn’t make the insecurities go away. But he was doing a hell of a good job taking her mind off the reasons she was insecure in the first place. Sure, she’ll remember them later but that was a problem for when she got there. Right now, she just wanted to focus on him.

His lips and the way they felt on her skin. His fingers touching her body. His voice whispering sweet words to her. Everything caused her brain to just shut down and focus on him. And god, she fucking loved him for that. 

“You’re so pretty, chica.”

You merely hum in response, your shoulders relaxing as he grabs your face. Miles looks into your beautiful e/c eyes and presses a quick kiss onto your lips, only a peck though. 

“Say it, mama.”

“Say what?”

Miles looks at you like the answer to the question was just so damn obvious. And it was but still.

“Say you’re pretty.”

“Miles, I-”

“Say it.”

You let out a deep sigh and stare at him for a while. He looks at you expectedly, his eyes staying locked onto yours. There was seemingly no escape from this. 

You scoff and roll your eyes before you mumble your next sentence, “‘m pretty.”

“Louder.”

“‘M pretty.” You repeat it a little louder than before, loud enough for the both of you to hear it. 

“Good.” Miles smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips onto yours. It was sweet; it had always been sweet whenever you two kissed. 

That voice was still in the back of your head but at least it was silenced. For now.

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Finding Peace Pt.5: Not Yet (Spike x Y/N)

Requested: nope. Part 5 of the multi fic.

Summary: Self-deprecation can be ahard habit to break. Especially when lobe was just mere miles away.

TW: Mentions of alcohol and drinking. Mentions of rough s e x.

Word count: 1.7k

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If his body wasn't cold, steam would be rolling off it. Kiss after kiss. Grope after grope. Spike couldn't get enough. He knew it was wrong. He knew it wasn't real, but he needed it. Buffy was rough and demanding in her lovemaking, if you could call it that. She threw Spike around as if boneless and limp. She focused on meeting her needs without regard to Spike or his feelings. Spike held on and let himself be dominated. Even for a moment, he felt loved.

After Buffy has had her fill, she leaves Spike spent and tired. He knew she would return later this week. He knew it wasn't the touch that he craved, but it was the touch he deserved. Though a hopeless romantic, he couldn't fathom real love. He was immersed in a world of pain and destruction, and that is all he deserved. Unless... it was with y/n. With her time stopped. He was whole. A man. With her, there was partnership and laughter. With her, there was something he didn't deserve but desperately craved.

He got dressed and ready to pick her up. It was just another night of hunting. Buffy and Y/n decided to divide and conquer instead of working together. Buffy kills vampires, and y/n kills demons. Their decision to go their separate ways meant that Spike had to make time for both, being degraded and then being valued. Honestly, he preferred the latter.

He strolled down to y/n's house, ready to be by her side. He wanted to enjoy her scent, her presence, and her kindness. He promised to knock on the door instead of barging in, so he complies. Two knocks, and he waits.

You open the door, greeting him in your bathrobe. Spike is taken aback. "A bit early, am I?"

You chuckle, "no. I forgot to tell you yesterday. I'm taking the day off today. I want to rest."

Spike is crestfallen. You resting was good for your health but bad for his heart. This meant he wouldn't get time by your side.

"Oh... well... alright then. I'll see you..." He tries to hide his disappointment.

"I didn't say you had to leave."

A smile trails his face. "What do you have planned?" He said leaning against your doorframe.

"Well," you pondered, "you owe me a dance..." You grin.

He sighs, feigning annoyance when, in fact, he's been dreaming of the chance to hold you again. "Fine."

You invite him in. "Wait here. Let me change."

He sits on the couch. He takes in the scent of your home. It was you enveloping him, welcoming him. He could get used to this. To be in your space was to be at peace.

You come out in a flowy sundress. He forgets that he has no breath and feels a loss of air. As if the sight of you could bring him back to life. He stands up quickly.

"Darling, you are a vision."

You blush, "it's just an old dress."

He smiles softly as he approaches you. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You lock eyes, and time stops.

You catch the faint smell of Buffy on his skin. The smell of leather, dirt, and cigarette masks it well. You remind yourself of your friendship. There's nothing more. You remind yourself to breathe.

"Where do we start?" He whispers.

"Let's move some furniture and I'll get some tunes off my phone."

You work together to make space in the living room. You find a generic watlz Playlist, and you take your places in the center of the room.

Spike feels nervous and silly. He has waltzed many times but never with anyone of interest. Here you were, his friend waiting for his touch, his guidance.

He places his left hand on your back and holds your left hand with his right, and it felt like it's the first time he has been touched. You hold his hand firmly and place your other hand on his shoulder. It felt right.

The music starts. Soft. He guides your body, and you follow. Your turn and sway to the music, feeling the ebb and flow of your bodies. Synchronicity and attunement. You were a unit, inseparable.

Spike looked into your eyes, swimming for his life. He recognized something in them. Something he didn't deserve.

You locked eyes with Spike. A smile painted on your face. This was the moment you wished for. It felt like peace. It felt like the end of your journey. You wondered how you could use this moment to break your curse, but it was far too weak to take over a 1,000 year old curse. Nevertheless, it was perfect. It's been so long since you've been able to rest.

"Does this please you, love?" Spike asked as you both danced.

You nodded, "It reminds me of the last time I danced. It's been so long."

"Thinking of another man while in my arms, you dirty bird?" He smirked

You laugh, "No. I'm thinking of how good it felt. Dancing is very relaxing."

"So, no man comes to mind?" He asks, a little jealousy in his voice.

"Oh, yeah. One man. A British guy, poet, auburn hair, with glasses. A sweet man with beautiful eyes. Too shy for my taste but definitely a prize." You mused much to Spike's disdain.

"Sounds like a pratt." He said through his teeth.

You laugh, big and full. "He was a crush for the moment. Someone to dream a future with. Even though I knew it was impossible, he made me feel free." You made sure to dig in on your remarks. Part of you knew that this was your getback for Spike sleeping with Buffy. If he had her, why couldn't you at least have your memories.

Spike did a mistep causing you to fall into him. Your face against his chest, his hands catching your body. You both still. You raise your face. You're mere inches from his face. Lips, almost gracing. Your breath hitches in your chest. Spike looks down at you intrigued at your next move.

"Did he ever hold you like this?" He whispered.

"No..."

Time stops, and you feel like melting into him. So close and yet so far. You knew better, but at this moment, all that mattered was what he tasted like. At the same time, you wanted to ask if it felt like this when he held Buffy. The thought pushed you away from the moment. You straightened and stepped away.

"Do you want water?" You walk into the kitchen.

Spike smacks his forehead. What was he doing? What did he want? He follows you into the kitchen. "Got any booze?"

"Oh, it's that kind of party?" You giggle.

You bring out different types of liquers and beers. "Pick your poison."

"Shots and then drinks."

You pour two shots. You both pick it up and clink your drinks before drinking it. You both sigh at the bitterness of the spirit.

You share a bottle of wine. A bittersweet red. Something that reminded Spike of blood.

"Thank you. That was fun." You break the silence.

Spike grins, "Anytime, love. It's been awhile. Sorry for stopping abruptly." He says in between sips of the wine.

You nod not knowing how to address his reaction to you talking about a past love. You didn't know how to communicate how much you loved his reaction, or the fact that he held you that close.

Spike becomes aware of Buffy's scent on him. Embarrassment takes over. He hoped that you didn't notice. How could he knock boots with Buffy and then run into your arms? You deserved respect. He made a mental note to shower next time.

You both drank the night away. Chatting and connecting. You share laughter and playful touches. The touches lingered with time. Personal space was non-existent. By the end of the night, you were cuddling on your couch. You were sleepy, and your words slurred, which made you giggle more. Spike watched attentively and committed every smile and sigh to memory.

"The sun is about to raise, love." He mentioned.

You stirred in his arms, "Already?"

He held you close, taking in the scent of your hair. "Yes, love." He hated the idea of moving, but he knew this wasn't his scene. Not yet.

You both, slowly, part. You miss his body, and he misses yours. You both slowly get up, wordless.

"Are you staying?" You ask silently.

"Not tonight, love." He hated himself for that answer.

"I understand." You mask the disappointment in your voice.

He walks to your kitchen and comes back with a cup of water. " 'm not leaving 'till you drink it."

"Then I'm never drinking it." You smile as you take the cup.

He smiles, big, and full. "Cheeky."

You finish the water and set the cup down on your coffee table. You walk Spike to the door. "Thank you again. You're the best friend I've ever had."

Spike is taken aback by your compliment. He basks in it. "Anything for you, love." He leans in and kisses her cheek. He turns and walks away before you can react.

You place a hand where his lips were. You felt lightheaded, but you didn't know if it was the alcohol or Spike's affection.

Spike walked fast-paced but happy all the way to his crypt. He pondered his actions tonight. He went fom degradation to...dare he say it? Not yet. He wanted time to bask in the effects of tonight. The sensations. The scents. He wanted to capture tonight into his being forever. Never had he had such intimacy, so much vulnerability. All ready for the picking, but not yet. He had much to offer but not enough to be loved by her, or so he told himself. He didn't deserve it. Not yet. Someday, soon, he will be able to bypass the degradation and the self-mutilation that is his rendezvous with Buffy. On that day, he will be good enough, whatever that means, for y/n... but not yet. So, until then, he had pain, destruction, and tonight's memory to keep him afloat.

[st0rmyskies]

Inquiring minds must know, Stormy!

What are the guys' workout routines? Must know how these men stay (somewhat for a few of them) fit these days.

I wish to know so that way I could (work up to) being strong like them in my own way (well, not as strong as Time. That would be impossible for me lol)

Alright y'know what I fuck with this ask. Not all the boys have a regular routine, of course, but most of them do something. Good luck in your fitness goals, anon!

Warriors - Despite his general dislike of all things sweaty, Wars still does have to keep up a house-husband physique if he's going to act like one. His typical cardio is a brisk walk on the treadmill, and then he's focused on compound exercises to get the most work out of the least mount of exercises--think rows, squats to an overhead press, lunges with a lateral raise, etc. Wars would also kill it in Pilates class and prides himself on having a trim waist.

Sky - Although Guard habits die hard, Sky is so, so grateful he never has to run another mile in his life. He prefers his cardio sitting down, like on the stationary bike or rowing machine, and he limits it to a skinny 10 minutes (usually more like 5). He focuses more on muscle and enjoys heavy lifting, large weights with few reps. It gets the job done quickly, makes him feel like he's done something positive, keeps his strength up for sure, and gives him an excuse to wear comfy clothes more often around the house. Sky is pretty much always 'bulking' and has a soft-strong build. Oh, and those squats??? Chef's kiss.

Wind - He gets all his cardio going up and down the stairs a few times a day to get himself snacks. In all seriousness, though, Wind is more interested in sports than he is working out. When he's not landlocked at the townhouse, Wind is a pretty avid surfer back home on Outset. He'll row a boat out into the surf so long as he gets to fish or hang out with friends. And he's one of the only boys in the house who can waterski, too.

Wild - Other than bouncing around on the dance floor and whisking heavy cream by hand, he's got nothin. And his bare-bones physique is a testament to that.

Champion - Bro, if you think Time's routine is unattainable, don't even think about Champion's. This boy goes six days a week, twice a day, NEVER misses a workout, ever. Period. Mornings are a 2-3 mile run followed by a hefty dose of protein. Afternoons are for more diverse exercises, be it weight training; martial arts drills for striking or conditioning; or plyometric exercises like squat jumps, tuck jumps, and burpees. On his day 'off,' Champion's doing some yoga stretching and balance work.

Four - His work is his workout, really. Four does his fair share of lifting and hauling and dexterity work at his benchtop. His arms are impressive, and those forearms are to die for. Lower body, on the other hand... Don't skip leg day, kids.

Twilight - Works out for fun, not necessarily for the gainz, although he is one of the more regular worker-outers among the boys. One could attribute that to his country upbringing--he's used to putting in a hard day's work--or to being an avid wrestler in high school. As such, his routine maxes out strength, speed, and endurance and is the most well-rounded in the house. He enjoys morning jogs with Time during the week, moreso for the quality time together than the cardio, and he hits the basement gym at least 4-5 days per week focusing on specific muscle groups. His routine includes a warm-up on the rowing machine or elliptical and then either free weights for arm exercises (biceps, triceps, shoulders), some combination of squats/lunges/calf raises/step-ups for lower body, a bodyweight-based core routine, and one day devoted to heavy lifting. Twilight is nothing if not dedicated.

Legend - Yeaaaaaah, no. He'd rather not. He isn't. He might get some cardio in running for his life with Ravio on a given work night, but that's about all he's into.

Hyrule - His exercise is surviving being a doctor. When he's not at the hospital, though, he does engage in some light cardio. See this LMTCOY reference.

Time - His routine is one of necessity, given his work, combining a morning run or interval training (5 days/week, alternating) with weight training (6 days/week) and one weekly long run (6+ miles, depending). When weight training, he focuses on heavy weights and fewer reps, and he's more likely to do more muscle-focused exercises than compound exercises (chest press and crunches versus something like mountain climbers). The one thing he lacks is a comprehensive stretching routine.

Dark - He has a prison routine that he sticks to every day, to this day. Hey, it's cheaper than investing in all that bullshit equipment, although he does have one of those pull-up bars above his bedroom door. It's all bodyweight exercises: push-ups, sit-ups/crunches, squats, lunges, dips, hanging leg raises, and pull-ups. He'll do a shitton of sets in a descending amount of reps (first set 10 reps, second set 9 reps, etc...). It takes up a fair amount of time, sure, but it's a great way to keep those demons at bay.

[alice-after-dark]

Deer Wife AU - I'm Gonna Love You

Inspired by @hiemaldesirae's deer sinner Vox designs (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5) and his Attic-Wife Vox AU

A little Valentine's treat for you degenerates <3

I promise my AUs are not dead. Just very much on the backburner for the moment. I still plan to write for them when the inspiration strikes though!

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

(Also if you get the title reference you're my favorite)

TW for referenced agoraphobia and diabetes-inducing fluff.

Vox doesn't remember liking Valentine's Day all that much.

He has vague memories of a woman who he assumes may have been his wife while he was alive, but he feels no love or desire when he thinks of her. Even without his full memories, he thinks if he truly loved her he would feel something. But he doesn't. If anything he feels...resentment...anger...hatred. He cannot remember this woman's face or name or anything about her, but he knows he did not love her.

Not like Alastor.

He loves Alastor. The thought still makes him giddy, makes his heart squeeze in delight, makes him kick his feet like a schoolgirl. He may not have all his memories back yet, but he knows he has never felt a love like this before.

The living room is filled with floating red candles that bathe everything in dim light. They are curled up on the couch together, Alastor stretched out across the cushions with Vox laid on top of him. He snuggles into Alastor's chest while red claws stroke his velvet-soft ears and draw little fawn squeaks out of him. The quiet jazz from the record player croons through the room. Their wine glasses are abandoned on the coffee table by the mostly gone bottle and near-empty bowl of chocolate-covered pralines they'd made together that afternoon.

Well, Alastor had done most of the making. Vox did a lot of stirring and chopping, but he still helped!

Vox is more than a little tipsy from the wine and he is warm all over and Alastor's hand on his ears feels lovely, so he can't help but whine when Alastor prods him to get up.

"Noooooooooooooooo."

Alastor only laughs at him. "I can't stand with you on top of me, dearest."

They both know it's a lie. Alastor could easily do his fancy melting shadows trick and slip away, but they also both know he won't. He gets far too much amusement out of Vox like this.

Vox sets his chin on Alastor's chest and pouts at him, puffing out his cheeks in that huffy way he knows Alastor finds endearing. "Why do you need to stand? Why can't you stay here?"

Red claws stroke along his ear again and it takes every ounce of willpower Vox possesses to not melt into the touch. "While I am endlessly flattered by your admiration for my talents, I would much prefer to be on my feet when dancing with you."

Vox feels his cheeks go pink instantly. "O-oh."

It's easy for Alastor to slide him up then and escape the couch, for Vox's mind is far away, racing a mile a minute.

Dance.

Alastor wants to dance with him.

Shit, can he dance?

He doesn't remember.

Vox nearly trips over himself when Alastor pulls him up. Fuck, they haven't even started and he's already got two left feet. But Alastor says nothing, only takes one blue clawed hand in his, sets a hand low on his waist, and leads Vox into a simple dance.

He's wearing a dress Mimzy bought him, dark red to match Alastor's own suit. The singer has tried so hard to get him to come shopping with her, but Vox still finds it far too difficult to venture outside. That doesn't stop her from storming the house after every outing to play dress up.

Alastor's shadows lift the coffee table and its contents away to give them more room and the Radio Demon takes the opportunity to twirl him. Vox decides he must have actually been pretty good at this when he was alive because he moves easily with the turn, stepping back into rhythm with Alastor as he settles back into his arms. The look of approval on Alastor's face makes his heart jump.

"Always full of surprises, darling."

The grip on his waist shifts into something more possessive and the hand holding his pulls away to cup his face and guide him into a kiss. Vox's arms wrap around his shoulders as he leans into it. He will never get tired of kissing Alastor, of being kissed by Alastor.

When they part, he rests his head on Alastor's shoulder and that is how they stay, swaying gently in the flickering candlelight long after the record has ended.

[anexhaustedanomaly]

Boromir Week Day 6 - Change of Fate

It’s late. I know it’s late. I also know it’s not day 5. That one gave me trouble and it’s bad so I’m rewriting it. This one on the other hand…here you go.

@boromir-week

They had not planned to run into Hobbits that day.

They especially had not planned to run into those Hobbits today.

Marhildr had picked up some work at the Prancing Pony so she and Boromir could gather some funds to move onto the North Downs. What should have taken a week took a little longer because Boromir had gotten ill and needed tending. It was alright, she had said, and she meant it, but he was not overly fond of the delay. When Boromir was well enough to leave his bed, he came down and helped Barliman Butterbur by chopping some wood behind the inn for dinner that night.

It was during this seemingly innocuous task that he heard the familiar voice of one Peregrin Took. His whole body went rigid, mind racing a mile a minute as he tried to make sense of it. Was he imagining things? Could he have been? He looked around the side of the inn and there he was! With Merry and Sam and Frodo as well.

Frodo.

Frodo.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to calm his racing heart. He squeezed his eyes shut and stumbled to sit on a nearby bench, knocking his knees against it before collapsing in front of it with a sigh.

Frodo.

The Ringbearer. The one he had betrayed who saved them all. So much had gone wrong. So much had to be accounted for and before he could even comprehend a reckoning, he felt a gentle hand on top of his head.

“Boromir…”

A gentle voice whispered, a rubbing her thumb over the crown of his head.

“The hobbits…”

He whispered, voice breaking.

“I know…I saw, my love. They saw me too, so they know I’m here…but they don’t have to know about you if you don’t want them to. You can go upstairs and sleep and they’ll be none the wiser if that’s what you’d prefer.”

He shook his head.

“I…I never thought I’d have the chance to apologize…to look at them and tell them how sorry I am that I…”

It never was any easier to watch the man she loved break down like this, but Marhildr knew, perhaps better than anyone he had ever known, that sometimes he needed these moments in order to heal.

“Shh…it’s ok…Pippin asked if I knew anything about where you were…what do you want me to say?”

She asks quietly and he ponders it for a moment. He remains seated though his posture straightens as he takes a breath.

“Tell him I’m here. I…don’t think I can handle inside yet, but if they’re willing…”

She nods.

“Ok…I’ll go get him for you.”

He stays seated where he is, head leaning back against the seat of the bench. One minute passes, then another, then another. His heart is beating so loudly in his ears that he doesn’t even notice as not one but 4 sets of Hobbit feet come running towards him, each one scrambling to grab a piece of him. Of the 4, one launches himself against Boromir’s chest, lithe arms wrapping around it in a way Boromir never imagined they would. His eyes opened as his arms came up and he could have wept when he saw who it was.

His name left Boromir’s mouth in an almost reverent whisper.

“Frodo…”

He feels Frodo nod against his shoulder, his smaller form shaking under his hands. Boromir gently pulls the little one closer to his chest, resting a hand on his back and the other on the back of his head.

“Boromir…I…I’m so sorry! I…”

The man hushes the Hobbit, leaning back to look into his eyes.

“If anyone should be sorry, Frodo, it’s me…I almost killed you…the Fellowship broke because of me…”

The Hobbit shakes his head.

“No, Boromir…you tried to take the ring…but I did…I let it win…it’s only because of Sam’s courage that the ring was destroyed. I thought…I didn’t know, Boromir…I didn’t know how strong the pull of it could be until it was nearly too late…”

The little Hobbit looks up into Boromir’s eyes, registering the shock there.

“And I didn’t know…I wasn’t sure I’d ever see you again…I didn’t know if I’d ever have the chance to tell you I understand…that I felt it and lost too, with so much at stake, right at the end…”

Boromir takes a deep shuddering breath, a deep sorrow settling in his chest. His eyes lifted and he saw the same sorrow written across the other Hobbits faces. He held an arm out and wrapped it around the others, letting all the worry and fear from the past months bleed out of him. He felt Frodo’s hands tugging on his tunic, felt the tears being soaked up into the fabric on his shoulder. He felt when Merry wrapped his arms around his shoulders, when Pippin rested his head on top of his. He watched over Frodo’s shoulder as Sam studied him, an expressionless look on his face for the longest moment before he hesitantly moves forward and takes one of Boromir’s hands in his own. He doesn’t realize until it’s too late, however, that he is crying, his body heaving with sobs as he releases a sadness so deeply rooted in him he believed it was permanent.

“Thank you…”

He says, over and over and over again. Eventually, the man and hobbits separate from each other, Merry and Pippin staying within arms reach of him while Sam and Frodo move to give him a little space.

Boromir couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It didn’t feel real. They were here. His hobbits were here! He wipes his face on his sleeve, the violent sobs having left his face and eyes red. He chuckles despite himself as sweet, sweet Sam hands him a handkerchief.

“We’re glad you’re alright, Mr. Boromir. Miss. Marhildr told us you were alive when we were still in Gondor, but she wasn’t sure what you got up to.”

He nods, wiping his face off with the kerchief.

“Aragorn and Legolas put me in one of the boats and sent me down the river. I was found by Marhildr’s family at the edge of the Vale of Anduin. Marhildr herself returned a little while later and took care of me before she went south to meet some Rangers of the Dunedain in Dunland. I wasn’t truly well for several months…I needed help sitting up, I couldn’t lift my arms very high…they helped me greatly in so many ways.”

He swallows, tilting his head back against the bench to stem this new flow of tears.

“It was a long recovery process…I had to relearn how to walk, how to use a sword, which is very hard to do when you’re among people who only use axes…but there was an undercurrent of fear there too…none of us knew if Marhildr was ok until she and Grimbeorn got back from Aragorn’s wedding.”

He doesn’t notice as Pippin sits down next to him and takes the other of his hands into his lap.

“I didn’t even know how much I missed her until she was back. When she invited me to come north with her, I didn’t have it in me to say no…I didn’t realize until we were at Amon Sul that it was because I love her…”

Frodo looks up from his place against Boromir’s chest, a small smile on his tear streaked face.

“I’m glad you had her…when I heard you were alive, it…it made me happy. Being here with you…I don’t feel so alone anymore.”

The words, spoken from the heart and oh so vulnerably, broke Boromir in a way he had not anticipated. The dam of regret that had built itself up around his heart broke and all he could do was hold Frodo close as they both cried against each other.

The other Hobbits retreated back into the Pony to give the two of them some privacy. As the sun went down, Boromir and Frodo talked to each other in hushed tones. About all kinds of things. They knew no one came back here unless they had to. They had all the time they needed.

Eventually, Boromir feels Frodo relax into sleep against his chest. The sun is down, the air is chilled, and the man chuckles as he takes the hobbit in his arms and rises to his feet. Marhildr is there to meet him at the door, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek and then the top of Frodo’s head as he carries him up the stairs. Sam stands right outside their room, holding the door open for the man to step through. As easy as breathing, Boromir laid Frodo down on the soft bed, similar to the one he himself felt so uncomfortable in these days. Once that is done, and Frodo is tucked securely under a warm blanket, he steps back, eyes moving rapidly between the two hobbits in the room as if he was searching for something to say. Marhildr stepped beside him and wrapped her arms around his. He rested his cheek on top of her head, not really caring much that Samwise was watching. Eventually, Marhildr whispered in his ear, so softly even he would not have been able to hear had he not been so focused on her presence in his space.

“Our room is right across the hall. Merry and Pippin are just to the left of us. They’ve all insisted we must break fast together tomorrow.”

She looks up at him, smiling softly.

“You need to rest, Boromir…”

He nods, looking down at her with a smile. He steps towards the door, vaguely hearing Marhildr say that they could come get them if they needed anything before the morning. He feels himself being led away as a sort of exhaustion rolls over him that makes even the few steps they need to take to get to their room feel like miles.

Despite the heaviness in his body, his spirit hadn’t felt this light in a long time. He hears the door click open and lets himself be led to the warm bed he shared with Marhildr. He let her sit him down and remove his tunic before pushing him onto the bed. She had done this dozens of times, with him in far worse condition than this. The part of his brain that was afraid of vulnerability was calmed when she joined him on the bed, nestling herself under one of his arms and resting her head on his chest. He pulled her close, kissing the top of her head before letting his exhausted body take its much needed rest.

[jazztato]

Valentine's day gifts (Abel x Reader)

Abel

It’s Valentine's Day!  And all of heaven is decked out with the beautiful colors of love, most of the angels were already married from when their past lives and ended up in heaven together, but most of us weren’t so lucky, Valentines day was a day of love and cherishing our loved ones but (Y/N) was one of the souls who weren’t so lucky, she didn’t have any one in her life but she did have a secret crush on a boy who was around her age but she wasn’t the only one who was crushing over him, all the single ladies were going bananas over him hoping one of them would be his valentine, the boy in question was Abel son of Adam the first man, his son is just as popular as the father himself.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

I was more nervous than ever, I didn’t know what to do and how I was going to express how I feel towards Abel, he wasn’t really the type of angel that seeks so much attention like his father he was quite the opposite, he loved making friends though he thrived on making sure every angel in heaven felt welcome and right at home but with his kindness comes with a price all the female angels who were single wanted a piece of him, I have to admit I do as well but not in a way the others do I was too shy to even approach him or speak to him and whenever he looks my way I feel like I’m going to die again!  My heart won’t stop pounding. I swear everyone could hear it from a mile away.

I was walking through the streets of heaven trying to figure out how I'm going to confess to him, as I was walking it hit me. I knew what I was going to do while everyone was buying Abel a gift. I decided to make mine from scratch!  Even the candy and I can take some of the flowers my friend was growing in her flower bed. I'll have to apologize a whole lot and make it up to her later, but she’ll understand that it’s for love!  I quickly returned home my heart pounding like crazy from the nerves or it could be from running from the town square all the way to my little cottage I call home which wasn’t exactly close to each other I relax a bit taking a moment to catch my breath before getting all the materials ready for making a little stuffed bear, I wanted the bear to resemble Abel in some way, I was a nervous wreck as I started putting together the stuffed bear but time got the best of me because before I knew it a few hours already passed by and it was getting late and valentines day was getting closer to coming to an end.

I started to freak out as I didn’t have enough time to make any chocolate so I decided to take the ones I had already made that I was saving for a rainy day not that it doesn’t rain in heaven, I grabbed everything and quickly rushed out almost tripping over my own two left feet, luckily I managed to catch myself I looked at the time and it was 10 minutes before midnight I let out a frustrated groan, I frustratingly opened my wings and flew up into the dim sky flapping my wings with all my might towards where Abel was located at, luckily I knew where he lived because I’m in the choir with him and we often have choir practice at his house, after about 5 minutes of flying through the sky I finally managed to spot his house it was one of the best houses in all of heaven I started to whine as my wings were started to cramp up I’ve never really fly for this long I always prefer to walk it’s better anyway, I quickly landed at his doorstep and let out a huff before ringing his door bell after a while his door swung open and there he was the cute and might i say very handsome young man standing right before me I was lost for words my mouth went dry all of a sudden I didn’t know what to do I just froze my heart started to beat my hands started to sweat I was just making a fool of myself Infront of the boy I adore oh so much!  I was soon knocked out of my spiraling thoughts when I heard his gentle and caring voice speak out to me.

“Are you alright (Y/N)? You look pale!  You're not getting sick, are you?” Abel looked at me with a worried expression which made me want to melt to the floor, I simply shook my head and let out a small laugh scratching the back of my neck before giving him a simple response.

“Oh no no!  I’m not sick!  I-I was flying and I'm not really used to flying since I always prefer to walk, and I guess my wings started to cramp up...”

Abel tilted his head at me before letting out a soft chuckle. “Oh! I do remember you telling me that you're not really into flying and that walking is the way to go!  But why fly if you don’t like it so much?”

I felt defeated knowing I had to be honest with him. There were only a few minutes left till midnight. I gave my arm a sheepish little rub... Before looking him in the eyes, his beautiful golden eyes my cheeks turned light pink before I took the courage and shoved the Teddy bear, Chocolates and Flowers into his arms.

“I-I didn’t know how to say this before… While you were surrounded by the other woman...  But h-happy Valentine's Day Abel...  I-I’ve had a crush on you for quite some time... And I didn’t know how to tell you I know it’s late and that valentine's day is almost over, but I made the teddy bear myself. It's a little you as a stuffed bear....  I also made the chocolates, well they were made a while ago, but they were still homemade! A-and the flowers... Well, those I 'borrowed’ from my friend's flower bed...” I scratched the back of my neck as I said the last bit.  I grew a bit scared however he didn’t say anything back, does he not like them!  Does he prefer bought things over homemade!  I wanted to hyperventilate so badly but then I heard soft little sobs coming from him. I was confused as I looked over in his direction and saw him hugging the gifts I gave to him.

“A-Abel..  Are you ok?  I-if you don’t like them, I can take them back...” I was a bit concerned about why he was crying…  Maybe I should’ve tried harder... I was about to walk away ashamed, but I was stopped. He rushed into my back giving me a tight squeeze. I let out a shocked yelp as he let out a small chuckle wiping his tears away.

“I’m crying because this is the most thoughtful thing someone has ever done for me; you went out of your way to actually make all of these!  I’m impressed!  Especially the little bear!  It's me!  Thank you (Y/N)! This is the best Valentine's Day.” He gave me another squeeze as I let out a sigh of relief happy that he didn’t hate any of it I was about to say my goodbyes before I was once again stopped by Abel, I was confused and was about to ask him that I should get home before it gets even more late but before I could speak I was silenced by a sweet kiss my eyes went wide and before I could ask him what that was fore he let out a small little laugh like he always does and vanished inside his home, I stood there in shock wide eyed and stunned I touched my lips where his once were, my once cold lips felt warm in the chilly night my cheeks growing red before heading on my way into the cold night

Enjoy the stories here! I'll be working on Alastor's, Lucifers, and Sir pentious stories in the when I wake up, but I managed to finish up these ones and decided to post them before heading off to bed :3 (tumblr wouldn't let me post this on my laptop idk why but i do hope you enjoy)

[nausikaaa]

Six Sentence Books Sunday

hello y'all! i've been having a busy week, trying to get all my christmas shopping done before December even begins, because otherwise i know the entire month will escape me and i'll wind up realising i've missed someone on christmas eve. despite my efforts, i still haven't got anything for my dad- usually he's the easy one to buy for, but this year i'm just stumped.

i'm also putting my billy goat Hadrian out with the girls (Juno, Daisy, Lucy and Mina) in just under a week, but Daisy was getting pushed around and picked on, so i separated her last week so she can put on a little weight and relax beforehand, because if she's stressed, she may not come into season. then it snowed. goats are herd animals, they prefer to have company, so i made sure she could see the others through the fence, but it turns out she is absolutely loving having her warm little hut to herself while the others all share the big shed, while Hadrian has a corner of the hay shed to himself, with wickets keeping him from the hay.

flattering photos of the handsome chap and damsel in distress before the snow hit:

sorry for the ramble. anyway! writing! well... i haven't been doing much lately, to be honest. when i'm in a writing slump, i like to read instead, and i view it as putting words in my brain so that it can make it's own words. it also helps me pick out things i do and don't want to emulate in my own writing. so instead of sentences, here are six books I read this year which i took something from:

We Solve Murders by Richard Osman, from which I am taking that it's okay to just use "said" instead of using a billion synonyms, as it blends in to the background and allows the story to flow more naturally. unless the way something is said is really relevant, it's better to show a character's feelings another way.

American Hippo by Sarah Gailey, which has such easy to follow yet engaging action and fight scenes, which I aspire to.

Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie, which had me sobbing inconsolably at the end. if a book prompts a physical reaction in me, that's an instant 5 stars. it's based on the ancient greek play Antigone, and though you don't need to know the play to enjoy the book, it really does deal an additional sucker punch to know how that story ends and yet hope so desperately the whole time: maybe it will turn out okay this time? a masterclass of foreshadowing and implication, somebody can literally die and it go unsaid, but you will know and it will destroy you.

Alcestis by Katherine Beutner. I hated this book. Plot? I barely know her. Consent? What's that? Resolution? Nah, pass. I learned what not to do from this garbage.

Percy Jackson: Wrath Of The Triple Goddess by Rick Riordan. I actually read both of the new pjo books that came out this year and honestly, they've shown me that sometimes a book can just be fun. There's no world ending drama, but still emotional moments and tension, and the whole story takes place over a matter of days. It doesn't have to be perfect, it can just be a good time.

The Amber Fury by Natalie Haynes. As somebody who writes a lot about grief, this book really helped with that by depicting it in such a raw and honest way, allowing the audience to connect with it even if they've never experienced the kind of loss the main character has. I do draw on my own experiences, but this helped me put it into words. It also shows how healing is always possible, no matter how severe the grief, so long as you have the right support system, something I am still muddling through.

an invitation to share some sentences or some books: @forabeatofadrum @cutestkilla @run-for-chamo-miles @roomwithanopenfire @prettygoododds @bookish-bogwitch @ic3-que3n @blackberrysummerblog @j-nipper-95 @youarenevertooold @larkral @that-disabled-princess @orange-peony @aristocratic-otter @thewholelemon @alexalexinii @confused-bi-queer @shrekgogurt @comesitintheclover @raenestee @hushed-chorus @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @noblecorgi @shemakesmeforget @ileadacharmedlife @supercutedinosaurs @artsyunderstudy @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 and @ninemagicks

[telomeke]

10 (or So) BL Boys I Want Carnally (Plus a Couple of Girls Too)

I was tagged by @neuroticbookworm at this post here and @waitmyturtles at this post here. Thank you dearies! 🥰

Now here's the thing before I get on with the post: after a certain time I think sexual attraction is a phenomenon more intellectual than physical.

So the beautiful people I'm listing below are ones whom I think fit the list in my head as examples of those genetically blessed with sexual desirability. But it's not as though I'm really feeling a carnal stirring in the loins for them. No fantasied jumping of bones (or boners) here; I would probably run a mile in the opposite direction if any of them actually presented themselves naked and available to me, you get my drift?

Still, since the malls are open I do like to look (even if it's only window shopping through binoculars 🤣). So, in no particular order, with tongue firmly in cheek and more admiration in my head (for the obvious hard work at the gym) than lust in my heart (or anywhere else) – here goes: 😍

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1. Nonkul Chanon

I know Nong Non looked like a little ball of Koreanesque sunshine in I Feel You Linger in the Air (really channeling 2PM's Wooyoung for me), but Mistah Santinatornkul used to be beefier and apparently lost weight to look all sweet and wispy for the role of Jom in IFYLITA.

Dunno bout you, but I miss the beef. (And if you do too, I urge you to click on the YouTube link above. 😁) Also, Nonkul had four lead roles in 2023; I think his star is on the ascendant, so keep an eye out for this one (he seems to have an international presence that most other Thai stars don't, though it beams eastwards). 🤩

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2. Ohm Pawat

I prefer him hunkier and chunkier like he was during his Bad Buddy Pat Napat days (he's too shredded and gangly beanstalk now for me) but I've actually met Ohm in real life and (I've said this before) his smile is supernova dazzling. Like everything else in the room simply fades to a blank whiteness. (Or maybe it was just me feeling faint. 🤣) Supremely photogenic (I don't think he has any bad angles), this boy definitely has the X factor and after Bad Buddy I will always be a diehard fan.

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3. MaxTul

The original kings of BL who never shied away and just went for it when it counted. I rue the loss of Tul to business or real estate or whatever it is he's focusing on now, but this coupling will always be legendary so I'm putting them together as one on my list.

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4. Gap Jakarin

You may be noticing a trend here, but I do like a bit of meat with my two veg. 😜🍆🥩🥬🍴🤣 Anyway I'm all goo-goo eyed at lovable himbo Yai in The Sign, especially when we see how smitten he is with his beautiful girlfriend Sand (who's canon transgender in the show, as Yoshi Rinrada is in real life too 💖). And that's carried over to my appreciation of Gap Jakarin in all his meaty meathead glory offscreen as well.

Plus when he was in the bulking phase (or maybe it was for a role?) Gap was also carrying a fair bit of baby fat in the following photo on his Instagram, and somehow that just makes him even more teddybeardorable in my eyes: 🧸😍

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5. Neo Trai

Always the boy you remember in roles you'd rather forget. I've liked his look (neck up) for a long time now; in his current gym bunny phase the rest of Neo is looking more buff by the day and I approve, aesthetically speaking. More to love. 😘

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6. Force Jiratchapong

Nice to look at. Only just about makes up for his roles and acting though. I'm not hurrying to watch anything he's in, unless it's for a photoshoot like the one in the YouTube video above. 😮

7. Pavel Naret

It appears he's had a little surgical tweaking recently, but the doctors did a fine job and Pavel is always looking like he's some sort of walking sex buffet, dishing out sass and overflowing sex appeal at every turn. Still not enough to make me wanna watch Pit Babe though. 🤣

8. KaowOat Supasin

Apologies for the fuzziness of this screencap but I can almost feel non-existent ovaries swelling within me when I look at KaowOat's pensive buttcrack and delicately-placed fingers here. Almost makes me want to watch Playboyy The Series. Almost.

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9. Net Siraphop

I'm also on board with everybody's carnal favorite Net, even though I've not watched a single thing he's been in (Uea's kitty ears in Bed Friend did a good job warding me off, like garlic and crucifixes to a vampire so well done James Van Helsing). Nonetheless all the screenshots and GIFs were more than enough to leave me a little breathless at Net's honey-toned beauty. Those eyes telling of mysterious depths! That handsome jawline! That teasing glimpse of buttcheek with no tanline! When upon a time will we finally get Love Upon a Time? I'll be watching, if James can keep his furry ears out of frame.‌

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10. Kao Noppakao

Oh he of the excellent cheekbones and Cupid's Bow lips! Always looking so icy and unavailable, yet Kao utterly charmed his way into my heart in Lovely Writer (and then shattered it within the first few minutes of Until We Meet Again). Like Ohm he literally cannot take a bad photo; it's all Blue Steel and high fashion with this one.

BONUS 1 (because I am no respecter of limits):

Great Sapol is on here because he filled out his tight policeman's uniform so well in Manner of Death (and has me vibrating with pins and needles waiting for Wandee Goodday). And Taylor Zakhar Perez just because he was such a menace in Red, White & Royal Blue (that full frontal above is from Minx though). 😜 Plus TZP's name always gives me the giggles because zakar in a number of countries quite literally means what that eggplant is hiding. 🤣

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BONUS 2 (because these girls have made me feel something):

Zorzo Nathanan (formerly Zorzo Natharuetai)

Ever since she roared up and flicked those lovely long locks (and legs) on her motorcycle in Lovely Writer, I've been going weak at the knees for the ravishing confection that is Zorzo. Supposedly queer in real life too; just adds to the appeal. 🤩

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Namtan Tipnaree

Absolutely radiant and glowing in Last Twilight even though makeup and wardrobe have Namtan totally frumped out for the character of Porjai. If you can look this good with perpetual bedhead and a shapeless gray t-shirt, there's some kind of sexual sorcery going on and there's a part of me that wants whatever it is she's got. 💖

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I always tag too many people so I'm going to buck my brand and tag just one: @non-binarypal7. But consider yourself tagged if you've read this far and would like to play too – I just love reading other people's takes in tag games! 😍

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Scrab

Image © Oddworld Inhabitants, accessed at the Oddworld Wiki here

[Sponsored by @martyslittleusedblog. Like previous Oddworld creature the paramite, the scrab combines a very distinctive look with pretty basic mechanics. After all, in a game where your character dies to a single bullet, combat isn't exactly the developer's goal. So the good stuff is in the flavor text, which I did tweak just a little. In the games, it's implied that scrabs are pure carnivores, but both their desert habitat and ability to be farmed for food suggests something a little broader. So I went omnivore.]

Scrab CR 7 N Magical Beast This creature has four crab-like legs, each tipped with a large claw, above which grows an armless, humanoid torso. Its head is eyeless, with a large upward scooping beak, sword edged along the lower jaw.

Scrabs are belligerent omnivores native to the desert mesas and canyons of an alien world. They are extremely territorial, repelling all other scrabs from their territory except for pack members unless it is the mating season. Territorial marking is done with booming calls that carry for miles through the still desert air, but if that fails, scrabs do not hesitate to fight others of their own species to the death. Due to the harsh nature of their habitats, scrab territories are large. Most scrabs forage independently by day, and then return to a communal nest during the night to feed the young, who are communally raised on regurgitated food provided by all pack members.

The bulk of a scrab’s diet consists of roots and gourds, dug up using their shovel-like bills. They prefer meat when they can get it, though, either carrion or killed on the hoof. Scrabs find the meat of their own kind unpalatable—the one thing a scrab will refuse to eat is another scrab. This is unusual, as many species find scrabs to be delicious, albeit difficult game. Due to their homebody nature and garbage disposal physiologies, scrabs can even be farmed, although this runs the risk of the farmer becoming the next meal if the scrabs are neglected or underfed. Due to their durability and fierce nature, scrabs are also sacred animals in some cultures. The cultures that farm scrabs and those that venerate them are usually deeply at odds with each other.

Scrab      CR 7 XP 3,200 N Large magical beast Init +5; Senses blind, blindsight 60 ft., Perception +9

Defense AC 21, touch 10, flat-footed 20 (-1 size, +1 Dex, +11 natural) hp 76 (8d10+32) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6

Offense Speed 50 ft. Melee bite +13 (2d6+6), 2 claws +13 (1d6+6) Space 10 ft.; Reach 5 ft. Special Attacks thrash

Statistics Str 22, Dex 13, Con 19, Int 2, Wis18, Cha 9 Base Atk +8; CMB +15 (+17 bull rush); CMD 26 (28 vs. bull rush, 30 vs. trip) Feats Endurance,Improved Bull Rush, Improved Initiative, Power Attack Skills Acrobatics +10, Climb +15, Perception +9, Survival +10; Racial Modifiers +4 Acrobatics, +4 Climb, +4 Survival

Ecology Environment warm deserts and underground Organization solitary, pair or pack (3-12 plus 100% noncombatant juveniles) Treasure incidental

Special Abilities Blindsight (Ex) A scrab’s blindsight is based on hearing and electrical signals. When deafened, or in an area of silence, a scrab is considered to have blindsense instead. Thrash (Ex) As a standard action, a scrab can lash out with its claws and beak in all directions. All creatures adjacent to the scrab take 3d6+9 slashing damage (Ref DC 20 halves). The save DC is Strength based.

[blackseafoam]

-question game-

I LOVE this idea @the-little-moment you came up with some amazing questions!

Any eating utensil preferences? Depends on the food but I do love using chopsticks whenever I can :)

A genre of music you love? Bluegrass Americana!

A type of seasoning/condiment that would make anything edible for you? TARTAR SAUCE, it’s a Seattle thing. But it’s so good.

Pens or pencils? What kind? Pencils! Any 0.5 mechanical pencil, the wider the grip the better because I grip my pencils like a caveman.

What's your weirdest/most interesting hobby? Dog mushing. It’s the hardest to explain, especially when people know I only have one dog. I would argue that doing it with one dog is kinda the best though.

If you had to get rid of one color entirely, what would it be? If we didn’t have blue, everything blue would probably be purple, and that would make me happy. Nothing against blue, I just love purple more.

Any allergies? Not really, just mild pollen? Haven’t had a bad reaction in a long time.

Favorite fictional character? Of all time it’s probably Toothless from HTTYD. Buuuut in Star Wars it might be Captain Rex or Omega. So hard to choose though.

Favorite real person that you don't personally know? Jim Henson!!

How many alarms do you have set? 3! More if i have to wake up for something I DONT want to do.

Do you have any pets? Do you want some? I have one doggy! He’s got a lot of behavioral issues but he’s a great companion. I also have a 5 gal fish tank with Pygmy corydoras and a snail, trying to decide if I want to add another betta or an African dwarf frog soon! Whenever my living situation allows for it, I’d LOVE to adopt some rabbits. And eventually one day my dream is to own a couple of donkeys! They’re such sweeties and I think they’re just the best.

Favorite drink, alcoholic or non? ROOT BEER, bathe me in root beer. My favorite is Blue Sky but it’s really hard to find.

Favorite smell? I can’t choose between jasmine or coffee beans.

Favorite shoes? I love Altra running shoes and hiking boots! Haven’t gotten a single blister in any of them, even on a 40 mile backpacking trip.

How do you feel about bugs and spiders? I have a healthy aversion to some bugs and spiders I think, but they also fascinate me and I love drawing them. But as of moving into a basement apartment I am TERRIFIED of Wolf Spiders. They’ve bitten me while I was sleeping, found them on my arm while cleaning, i regularly have nightmares about them. I have spider traps and I’ve caught ones of an ungodly size.

Outdoors or indoors? Outdoors!

Sunny or rainy? If I were to choose one it would be rain. Rain means I can go to any park or trail with my dog and not have to worry about it being crowded.

Where would you really like to visit? Would you move there? New Zealand is number one on my list, from what I know about it I would certainly move there! It has pretty much everything I love about where I live now, and more.

Are you a people person? Yes! I struggle a bit socially, as we all do, but I am a naturally friendly person and get a lot of fulfillment from quality time :)

At what temperature do you keep your home (or would if you could? 65, I like it cold :)

NPT: @noblelightfighter @littletroggo @eobe @cozy-fish-crow @ghostymarni @saturn-sends-hugs

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Fic Writers Game

Tagged by @batbirdies ! I’m trying to get back into writing so this was fun 😊

Fic Writer Ask Game:

how many works on ao3?

57

total ao3 wordcount? 359,728

Top 5 fics by kudos?

Mile Marker 146 (1,203) <- this is a recent development! These places used to be switched!

Unauthorized Understudy (1,069)

The Nature of Things (1,052)

Running with Scissors (898)

BANG! (822)

What fandoms do you write for?

“Write” is in heavy quotations here, but I write Batman/Batfam, and that’s it

Do you respond to comments?

I respond emotionally but those rarely make it into words now. When I sit down with the time it’s sometimes been a few weeks (or months) since the comment was written and I’m afraid it will be awkward

Angstiest Ending?

Does dark count as angsty? Because it’s gotta go to “Family, Found.” If you’re looking for more emotional angst, though, it’s got to be “The Truth of the Matter.”

Fic with the happiest ending?

“Take Your Child to Work Day” probably takes the cake on that one!

Do you get hate?

Not routinely, but I get rude comments criticizing my characterization of characters sometimes :/ I know everybody’s literally a superhero, but it’s not a lot of fun to write hurt/comfort or whump if I’m not allowed to give them flaws or weaknesses

Do you write smut?

I plead the fifth

Do you write crossovers?

Nah. Not my thing to write or read, typically.

Ever had a fic stolen?

Sort of? Someone once translated my fic and uploaded it to a collection of other translated fics on Wattpad. They did “credit” my username in the chapter title?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of, outside of the stolen one

Have you ever cowritten a fic?

Yes! The discord group chat wrote “Burst (through and out)” together 😊

All-time favorite ship?

Eh? I haven’t shipped much on an emotional level since like middle school? Give me an interesting premise and I’ll read it, but I don’t get too attached. It’s less like playing dolls with my blorbos and more like seeing how plants react to different environments haha

WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I hate to say it, but my dear fic baby “Verse Curse” may never be finished. When I initially outlined it, it was going to be like 3 chapters, but in my head I’ve added so much I want to include that it is too long now and intimidating. (And writing in iambic pentameter is so difficult!)

Writing Strengths?

I’m a dance teacher, so that translates to a lot of time spent thinking about bodies moving through space, which can translate into decent tension and action scenes, I think? I can reread something and tell how long I spent mentally choreographing a scene haha

Writing Weaknesses?

Dialogue! Dialogue tags! I tend to over-rely on actions and my dialogue gets repetitive. I have to go back and cull all of the “his head tilted to the side”s and “his mouth pressed into a thin line”s, etc. It’s all of those action beats again trying to take over.

Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

I only speak English, unfortunately, so I prefer when dialogue has an easily-accessible translation (Ao3 has a tool for it, or you could footnote it), or it’s commonly-recognized phrases (like greetings), or generally referred to rather than detailed (aka “they said something in Spanish.)” But I recognize it’s mostly an issue because I only speak English, whereas a lot of the world speaks more than one language. Using mixed language can be a cool way to develop your setting or characters, so I think using it intentionally is cool to come across!

First fandom you wrote for?

Maximum Ride. (sigh. You want to talk about universes ripe for fanfiction? Just intriguing enough to hook you, with enough plot holes you're driven to fill? Maximum Ride.)

Favorite fic you've ever written?

It’s close, but I think I have to give this one to Unauthorized Understudy. It was the first fic where I leaned into whump, and I had so much fun writing the tension and unfolding the mystery. I posted a chapter an hour before I was supposed to graduate! It’s not a perfect story – there are scenes out of order from where I got ahead of myself in posting – but I made a lot of friends writing that story, and I’m far enough away from writing it now that I can even get anxious reading it again.

No pressure tags to participate: @cdelphiki @huilian @writergeek (Sorry if you've already been tagged!) And consider yourself tagged if you want to do it, too!

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My Hazbin Song Rankings

Sometimes I only enjoy small sections of a song, but if those sections are good enough it can still rank higher than a song with a high percentage of decent sections.

Hell’s Greatest Dad: there's parts I don't like much but the song still gets 10/10 from me. The beginning segment for Lucifer and Alastor are my absolute favorite. After that it gets a little eh? I wish that fiddle moment went on for a second longer. Alastor's second section is more like 7/10. Mimzy is...yeah

Poison: 10/10 perfectly solid, no parts I dislike, while I prefer Angel's pilot va more in general, this guy does a good job especially for the songs. The song's catchy, no interrupted or talking sections, the animation for it is also very nice.

Hell Is Forever: 7/10 I like this one, Adam's chorus is absolutely a banger. the sections in between the chorus are more like 5/10, this one's in my playlist

Stayed Gone: 4/10 for the song as a whole, but the actual singing segments get a 7/10 for me, it just bothers me that half the song is talking rather than actual singing. I like Vox's voice, and Alastor plays well in contrast. The tune is nice and catchy, and the ending is perfectly sinister. That's the tea~ (this is in my playlist, with cropped out sections)

INSIDE OF EVERY DEMON IS A RAINBOW: the better beginning song from Charlie, 6.5/10. it's fairly catchy actually but it's not my favorite by a mile

Respectless: 6/10, Carmilla's got a nice powerful voice but Velvette's sections are the part I enjoy, it's a decent song but it won't go in my playlist.

Finale: the majority of the song gets like. 3/10. don't love it. the 25 seconds from the Vs get an 11/10 why couldn't the entire song be this good 😭 Alastor's part from a song perspective is maybe 4/10, as a scene it's a 10/10, but we're ranking the music alone here.

Loser, Baby: 6/10, I like the older style, the beginning part doesn't have appeal but I like the swing of the chorus. Husk's voice in general ain't my favorite but it's alright for this genre. Angel doesn't sound great in this one. Not going in my playlist but I like it well enough.

Happy Day In Hell: solid beginning song, very disney princess. It's not quite my thing, but it's catchy enough and doesn't bore me. 6/10 it ain't bad. wouldn't go in my playlist but I like it well enough

Inside of every demon, is a lost cause: a pilot song, any Alastor song may get a biased ranking, this gets like 5.5/10 though, it never really got my attention much as a song.

Out For Love: 5/10 eh, nothing about it I particularly hate, but it's forgettable and not doing anything for me. didn't need to be a song.

You Didn’t Know: the beginning sucks so bad, stop saying Sera you're pissing me off 😩 Sera's voice ain't doing it for me. Lute's beginning is where it starts getting better. maybe because they're reprising the much better Hell Is Forever. Charlie and Emma's duet is quite badass though. 5/10

Welcome To Heaven: 3/10, catchy but forgettable. didn't need to be here.

More Than Anything: put it away please. 3/10, it's fine I'm just really bored of it, if it wasn't 3 whole minutes long maybe I'd be more okay with it

More Than Anything (Reprise): just put. it. away. please!!!!

Ready For This: 3/10 I'm just bored, nothing wrong with it. forgettable. 5/10 for that little alastor/rosie section, I love their little dance too.

It Starts With Sorry: ugh. 2/10 I wouldn't put this on my playlist at all. it's slow and sappy and uuuuggghhh this did NOT need to be a song, bad viewer experience

Whatever It Takes: 2/10 put this shit away, this didn't need to be a song, it's so boring ahhhhhhh, Carmilla doesn't even sound great in some parts of this. it just goes onnnnnn and oooooonnnn. Vaggie's singing voice bothers me because she doesn't sound like herself, I honestly though she had a separate singing va

[freak-attorney]

Random Ace Attorney headcanons!!! :D

Feel free to leave ur own in the notes or if u agree/disagree!!

(Also please keep in mind that I'm basing these off of the first trilogy since that it all I've played so far!)

Feel free to ask/request any other specific headcanons from me :D

Phoenix Wright

Barely passed the LSAT

Used to have panic attacks in court (is now in therapy)

Always has a hair tie for Maya

Has learned how to do Pearl's hair for her

Filipino/American

Chronically online

Finds millennial humor funny

ADHD undiagnosed

Bisexual

His hair ALWAYS has traces of gel in it

He's a dog person but loves cats

His suit is always a bit wrinkled

Survives on red bull and microwave dinners

*finger guns*

Love language is physical touch and acts of service

Falls asleep at his desk every night during a case

Needs 5+ alarms to wake up in the morning

Uses concealer to hide his eye bags

Doesn't floss

Sleeps like a starfish

Has sweat stains on several shirts

Naturally wavy hair but he straightens it

Miles Edgeworth

Always hours early to a case because he's very anxious about being late

Sometimes wishes he had a different career (outside of law) but never even considered it an option until recently

Very argumentative over silly things, eventually apologizes with a small gift or note

Love language is gift giving

Enjoys parallel play.. like he enjoys just having someone in his office while he's working even though he doesn't acknowledge them

Has good stamina from always using stairs over elevators

Can cook very well, enjoys cooking for others

Autistic (late diagnosed)

Has a collection of fidget toys that only a few people know about

Chronically OFFline

Enjoys animal crossing and other peaceful games

Has excellent hygiene

Started dying his hair grey as soon as he found one strand of grey hair

Makes a photo album for Franziska for her birthday each year

Has a blanket that he's slept with for 10+ years

Keeps every trinket that Pearl or Maya might give him

Has fresh clothes and toiletries at the office in case he sleeps there

Prefers gold over silver

Is a cat person but is okay with dogs (he thinks dogs are messy)

Has an ironing board in the wall of his office

Probably gay or somewhere on the aroace spectrum

Wears a full face of makeup to court (gatekeeps his sweat proof foundation)

Sleeps curled up in one corner of his bed

Maya Fey

Loves to do cartwheels (can't actually do a proper cartwheel)

Tries learning Japanese on DuoLingo (can't keep more than a 5 day streak)

Taught Pearl basically everything she knows

Love language is quality time

Is very good at rhythm games

Has "childish" interests like Sailor Moon, Hello Kitty, My Little Pony, etc.

Enjoys older arcade games like Galaga, Frogger, and Mappy

Wanted to be a veterinarian at some point but is a bit too squeamish for that

Is ALWAYS late even if she plans to be early

Sleeps with a night light

Has a collection of rocks that Pearl gave her growing up

Loves abstract art

Hugs very tightly

Since Mia's death her last words to anyone close to her when they separate for any amount of time is "I love you" just in case

Is naturally unorganized but started keeping a planner when she started working with Phoenix... she sometimes forgets the planner exists but she TRIES okay??

Dick Gumshoe

Love language is gift giving and acts of service for SURE

Would gladly give someone his umbrella in the rain knowing he'd get soaked

Doesn't know how to cook because he doesn't have the resources but he'd like to learn

Forgot to put water in his ramen once and almost burned his apartment down

Doesn't always shower because his water gets cut off

Smells pretty rank but Edgeworth gifts him nice body sprays sometimes

Always makes sure Edgeworth is up at a reasonable time for a case/trial even though he really doesn't need to

Always chewing gum

Dream car is a Jeep Wrangler

Demiromantic

Memorizes little details about people to give them good birthday/holiday gifts

Gets very excited about fortune cookies

Loves buffets

Gives the BEST hugs

Is scared of thunderstorms and terrified of hurricanes

Really appreciates small gifts like keychains or trinkets

Lets Maya and Pearl paint his nails

Has really large and calloused hands

Sleeps all snuggled up hugging a pillow

Used to collect magnifying glasses

Bites on his pencils/pens

Franziska Von Karma

Sapphic.

She wears press ons

Stalks the social media accounts of her clients

Sleeps in a grandma nightgown

Has two planners: one physical and one on her phone

Really wants a pet rabbit

Has so many decorative pillows on her bed and arranges them every morning

Hits people next to her when she laughs

Quietly gives gifts for holidays/birthdays without making it a big deal

Casually gives super expensive gifts

Plays Genshin

Forces Edgeworth to watch reality TV with her (Say Yes to the Dress, My Strange Addiction, ANTM, Jersey Shore)

Really likes horror movies but can't handle too much gore

Classically trained in ballet

Enjoys photography

Watches the Kentucky Derby every year

Basically raised Miles when Manfred didn't

Knows how to sew but doesn't have the time

Collects Monster High dolls

Likes dogs but LOVES cats

Finds dumb people really attractive

Needs complete silence when doing paperwork or she can't concentrate

Autistic (undiagnosed)

Doesn't plan on ever getting married

Probably one of the only characters that gets proper sleep

Prefers pleated skirts over pencil but wears them in court to look professional

Hates the texture of chiffon fabric

Always wearing a different pair of earrings

Has a couple small tattoos but covers them well

Has the sharpest eyeliner known to man

Fluent in a few languages including Mandarin Chinese, French, and Italian

That's all for now!!