#uuhmm hi

[chocolatmieux]

thank goodness - i was almost worried

repaint/study from that one scene from northanger abbey >_>

[keeps-ache]

thinking of fairies that look like ferret + mourning doves. uh huh yep :>

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A Baker's Dozen - Eleven**

A collection of fun and fluffy one shots set in the same bakery. Twelve Pedro boys, twelve stories, twelve recipes.

Hello!

The second to last visitor to the bakery is here and I can hardly believe it! Eleven weeks of Pedro boys have flown past and I've had so much fun with them!

So before we get started with number eleven, this series was meant to be all fluff, but then this Pedro boy arrived and just really got out of hand and I had nothing to do with it, he just took over!

So I had to ask my friend @morallyinept if I could use her very handy Scoville Smut Rating to issue some warnings. Thank you, Jett!

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This chapter is rated:

🌶 - "Don't hurt me, cadejo." 

Scoville Level 15,000. The Donis Cadejo Hot Sauce. (Buy the sauce here) The story contains mildly spicy smut. Tingles left on your tongue.

The week’s been slower than usual, as it always is in February, post-holiday blues setting in, everyone trying to be extra healthy and save some money. No time to be indulging in sweet things. Your shop does fine though, planning and prepping for Valentine’s Day and the upcoming wedding season. 

But the slower hours in the shop makes you take note of the black car that’s been parked across the street all day. Nothing odd about that, but there’s also been someone sitting in the car all day. You’ve been glancing over as you go about your business, studying the man behind the wheel as he makes notes and phone calls, focused on something further down the street, out of your view. From the way he’s dressed, a crisp, well ironed, pale blue shirt, you’re guessing he’s an agent for some agency, or maybe a very well dressed private eye. He’s not doing a very good job though, he sticks out like a sore thumb on this street of small businesses. When he glances over at you just before noon, you give him a quick smile, to hide the fact that you’ve been staring at the way he’s been rubbing his large hand over his chin for the past five minutes. He locks eyes with you, surprise flitting across his face, before he gives you a crooked smile in return. 

This is the beginning of a dance; you glance over to find him looking at you rather than the street in front of him, you raise your eyebrows in challenge and he seems to chuckle, looking away. You study his strong nose, the dark curls brushing over his forehead as he makes more notes, and he catches you staring when he looks over, one eyebrow arching in a questioning look and you shrug with a smile, going back to the cake you’re decorating. 

It’s late in the afternoon when you notice movement in the street, a second car parking behind the first and a man getting out and walking over to the first car. Quick words are exchanged, you steal glances from the corner of your eye as you finish up an order for tomorrow. Bending down to put the order away, you hear the bell on your front door chime. 

“Hi, I thought I’d stop by and say hello properly,” the man from the car is standing in front of the counter with a small smile as you straighten up. 

“Hi,” you say, returning his smile as you take the chance to get a better look at him for the first time. He’s taller than you expected, and broad, so much broader than the side view you’ve had all day indicated. The light blue dress shirt is stretching over his shoulders and arms and you immediately decide that he must be an agent, no private eye is ever this fit, not that you have much experience, but still. 

“I just wanted to introduce myself and explain what I’m doing,” the man says, nodding over at his car on the other side of the street, “And I hope I can count on your discretion too.”

“Uuhmm, sure,” you say, looking at him as he pulls a badge from the pocket of his suit trousers, “I was kinda assuming that you’re on some sort of stake out.” 

“That obvious, huh?” the man chuckles, showing you his ID.

“Yeah, your sleek car and nice shirt gave it away a little,” you smile, “and the way you sat out there all day, I’m pretty sure every business owner on the street has spotted you.” 

“I’ll need to fix that for tomorrow then,” he smiles, “I’m special agent Dave York, I’m with the CIA, and we’ve got surveillance on an apartment further down the street. I can’t tell you what it’s about but you don’t have to worry, it’s nothing dangerous for the neighborhood.” 

“That’s good to know,” you reply, “And you’re welcome in for coffee or something to snack on whenever you want,” you thumb at the coffee machine behind you, “I’d offer delivery service but that might be a little bit too obvious.” 

He chuckles at that and you notice the dimple on his clean shaven cheek, a slight five o’clock shadow indicating that it’s been a while since he got up and shaved this morning. 

“I’d love a coffee right now, if you don’t mind,” he says and you point at the menu. 

“What’ll it be? 

“The dark roast, black, please,” he says, “You’ve got a good selection.”

“Thanks, people mainly buy bread and cakes, the coffee machine is mainly for me and a handful of regulars who like good coffee, we like trying different beans and roasts,” you throw him a smile over your shoulder as you prepare his coffee to go. 

“I’ll have to become a regular then, keep your coffee business going,” he taps his card on the machine as you hand him the cup. 

“I just realized I know who you are,” you say, the penny finally dropping, “One of my regulars, Mrs Levinson, knows your mom. Mrs Levinson bought a Lemon Meringue Pie for her a while back.” 

“Oh yeah, those two are as thick as thieves, always trying to set me up on blind dates,” he chuckles, taking a sip of the coffee, “I’ve been blaming my workload to avoid them." He raises the cup to you with a smile, ���Great coffee, I’ll definitely come back."

“If I don’t spot you, I’ll know you’ve done a better job of hiding,” you tell him and he laughs, giving you a cheesy thumbs up as he leaves.

You watch him take long strides across the street to his car, the coffee still in his hand, and just as he gets in the car, he turns and looks back at you, a smile cracking across his face as he raises his hand in a wave. 

You do spot him the next day, but you are keeping an eye out for him, glancing out to see if he’s arrived. He parks a different car across the street this time, a beat up, rusty looking banger, and he’s in a ratty looking t-shirt and a beanie pulled low over his forehead. Much less ‘agent on a stakeout’ this time, but you still glance over at him from time to time, far too often in fact. And you bite back a smile when you catch him glancing over at you too, catching your eye on a few occasions as he winks. 

Half way through the day he’s relieved, and he steps out of his car, coming over to the bakery again. 

“Hi,” he says, giving you a dimpled smile as he pulls off his beanie, “Did I blend in better today?” 

“Yeah, better,” you smile back at him as he comes up to the counter, “The distressed t-shirt was a good choice.” 

“I had to dig it out from the bottom of some box left over from when I moved,” he holds up the front of it and studies the suspicious looking stain on the front, “I swear this is not my usual casual look.” 

Holding up the front has resulted in the hem of the t-shirt lifting up over the edge of his pants and you can’t help but glance down as he flashes a few inches of skin, his sweat pants sitting low on his hips. The trail of dark hair disappearing beneath the waistband has you momentarily distracted as you follow it down to- 

“I’ll take your word for it,” you say, snapping your eyes back up to his, but not before he notices, giving you a small smirk, “NIce sweatpants.” 

“Thanks,” he chuckles, “not as old as the t-shirt, but still not my best look, I promise.”

“I don’t mind that much,” you smirk back and he flashes a crooked grin, his eyebrow cocked, before he looks up at the coffee menu behind you and tilts his head to the side.

“What do you recommend today? I’m feeling adventurous,” he says, looking down at you again with a smile, “blame the sweatpants.” 

“A single espresso shot vanilla hazelnut latte with salted caramel and whipped cream on top? I usually add some cookie crumbles too,” you say and Dave’s face falls, his eyebrows pulling together in a concerned look. 

“Ah…uhh…” he stutters, rubbing his hand over his jaw, clearly looking for a polite way to decline your suggestion and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing at his panic, but he catches the mirth in your eyes. 

“Holy shit, you’re kidding,” he gasps out, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow as you start giggling. 

“Sorry, I had to check if you’re serious about your coffee,” you wink at him as he shakes his head and puffs a relieved breath. 

“Had me worried,” he says, “I thought I’d have to drink one of those to be allowed to stay a regular.” 

“No, I think I’d have to kick you out if you did order one of those,” you smile, picking up the bag of new beans that just arrived, “Here, smell these, I just got them so I haven’t even tried them yet.” 

Dave takes a deep breath and nods with a satisfied look, “That’s nice, can I try that?” 

“Sure, I’ll make us one each. Single or double?” 

“Double, please, this stake out thing is kicking my ass,” he says, leaning against the counter as you start the process of grinding the beans. 

“Do you want some cake or something else too?” you ask, nodding at your selection. 

“No, I’m good,” he says, “It all looks really good, but not today.” He does let his eyes drift over the cakes on display though and you smile to yourself, you know the type, sooner or later he’ll cave and get something as a treat no matter how strong his resolve it. 

“Here you go,” you say, passing him his espresso, in a cup this time, “let me know what you think, if it’s good I might give it a permanent spot on the menu.” 

You both take a few sips of the coffee in silence, humming at the flavors. 

“It’s good,” Dave finally says, “Really good, I wouldn’t complain if it was a regular on the menu.” 

“I agree, I’m going to order more,” you reply, draining the cup as he pulls his wallet out of his pants. 

“Let me pay for both coffees,” he says, holding out his card, “as a thank you, for letting me come in and disturb you.” 

“You’re not disturbing, Dave,” you smile, “you can come in whenever you want.” 

“Even if I’m not on a stake out?” he asks, a small smile playing around his mouth and you feel your cheeks heat up. 

“Especially when you’re not on a stake out,” you smile back and his dimple makes an appearance as his smile widens. 

“I’ll remember that,” he says, tapping his card to pay for both coffees, “I’ll see you tomorrow though, more stake out.” 

“See you tomorrow,” you say, returning the wave he gives you as he leaves. 

He’s back the next morning, already sitting in the car as you come out into the shop to open up for the day. He looks tired, yawning big and rubbing his hand over his eyes as he leans his head against the headrest. You glance over at him while you work and serve the small morning crowd, but he doesn’t look back at you. Saying goodbye to the last customer you look over at the car again, Dave’s head is flopped to the side, mouth hanging open and eyes closed, sound asleep. The sight is adorable, the big CIA agent clearly exhausted if he’s passed out on the job. You grab your travel mug, the one you keep filled with coffee through the morning, and give it a quick clean. Filling it up with a triple espresso shot from the beans you’d had with him yesterday, you screw on the top and exit the shop. He stirs as your shoes scuff over the asphalt, jerking up as you lightly tap the window. 

“Hey, want some coffee?” you ask, holding up the travel mug and he gives you such a look of relief and gratitude that it melts your heart. 

“Thanks,” he says once he’s cranked down the window in the old car, “I’m dead here, can’t keep my eyes open.” 

“Doesn’t do you much good on a stake out,” you say, “drop off the mug when you leave, and just wave at me if you want more coffee, I’ll come over with a refill.” 

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver,” he smiles, and you smile back, giving him a wave as you cross the street to the bakery. 

Dave stays a bit more alert through the rest of the day, and gets relieved earlier than usual. You smile when he comes into the shop. 

“Any luck with whatever you’re waiting for?” you ask as he hands you the travel mug. 

“No, and we’re running out of time, this might be a waste of resources,” he says, shaking his head and yawning widely, “I’m sorry, I was up late last night, working on this and then I couldn’t fall asleep, too much stuff on my mind.” 

“Go home, Dave,” you say, shooing him out of your shop with a smile, “You’re no good to anyone when you’re like this.” 

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he says, “But I like our chats, makes this stake out more enjoyable than any other I’ve been on,” he suddenly looks a little bit shy as he’s half turned towards the door, a small smile as he looks back at you. 

“I like our chats too,” you say, butterflies erupting in the pit of your belly, and for a few seconds you’re just ogling each other like a couple of fools, both too shy to say anything else. Dave clears his throat, a small chuckling sound, and looks at his shoes before he glances up. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” 

“See you tomorrow, Dave,” you give him a wave and a small smile, biting your lip to hold back the bigger one that’s being pushed up by the butterflies as he returns your smile and leaves. 

But the next morning you don’t see his car, or any other car that might be a covert CIA operation and you wonder if the stake out got canceled. The day passes slowly, the usual February slump slower than usual without Dave outside your window. Realizing you don’t have his number, you can only hope he’ll come back even though he’s not on a stake out. And when you finally see him the next afternoon, crossing the street at a slight jog to avoid a car, you feel yourself smiling before he’s even spotted you. When he pushes open the door he gives you a wide grin. 

“Hey, how’s it going?” he asks, coming up to the counter as you put away your phone. 

“Hi,” you smile at him, thanking your past self for changing the stained t-shirt and apron into something cuter, “I’m good, but things are slow today so I’m glad you’re here, it’s been kinda boring without the stake out to distract me.” 

He chuckles at that, looking out onto the spot where his car had been for the past three days. 

“Yeah, orders came yesterday to can it, another team has picked up a hotter lead so we’ve been working on that. But that place doesn't have any nice bakeries nearby, so it's a complete loss,” he says with a smile that makes your insides liquid. 

“So you’re actually here when not on a stake out?” you tease him and he laughs. 

“Told you I’d be back,” he says, pushing the sleeves of the sweatshirt he’s wearing up over his thick forearms and crossing his arms, scanning the coffee menu. “Should I go for another one of those nice beans, or should I be adventurous?” he asks. 

You give him a crooked smile, tilting your head like you’re assessing him and he raises an eyebrow in question at you. 

“What do you have in mind? That look is making me nervous.” 

“I’m thinking….” you begin, “the regular coffee, but…you get a snack too, one of the cakes.” 

Dave gives you a grin in response and begins to scan the cakes, “The carrot cake,” he says, pointing to one of the smallest slices covered in white cream cheese frosting.

“Good choice,” you smile, “it’s a best seller and I made it this morning.” You plate the slice and start making the coffee for him.

“It’s kinda healthy, right?” he asks, eyeing the carrot cake with suspicion, “It’s got carrots and all?” 

“I mean, it’s still got sugar and fat in it,” you chuckle, “but it’s made with vegetable oil and not butter, so there is that.” 

You bring the coffee to the counter and start making a coffee for yourself as Dave picks up the plate. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” you sputter out as you watch him scrape the frosting off the cake with the spoon, “That’s the best part!” 

“It’s just fat and sugar,” he says, putting the dollop of frosting on the side of the plate, “I’m trying to stay healthy.” 

“I don’t know what to tell you, Dave,” you smirk, “if you don’t eat that frosting on the cake like the baker intended, I don’t think this friendship is going to last.” You point to yourself and raise your eyebrows in a challenge. 

 “You know, I usually don’t eat sweet stuff, it’s the job,” he says, “I need to stay fit for it.” He’s toying with the cake, the intonation heavy on the 'eat'. He's not looking at you, but there’s a smirk playing around the corners of his mouth. 

“So indulge a little, it’ll be worth it,” you smile and he looks up at you, his smirk suddenly changing into something more challenging as he seems to evaluate you in silence for several long seconds.

“Only if you’re on the menu,” he says, his dark eyes pinning you in place while he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, “Are you on the menu?” 

The question is direct as he slowly raises his eyebrows, the intention clear.

You feel your brain grind to a halt, Dave’s dark brown eyes are boring into you as you slowly inhale, you feel like he’s flicked a switch and turned on his professional side, but he’s not using it to interrogate you. Instead he’s using it to put pressure on you, to get you to tell him what you want. 

What he wants. 

Glancing down at the plate still in his hand, he swipes his finger through the frosting and slowly rounds the counter, coming up to where you’re still standing frozen by the coffee machine. 

“Are you?” he says, repeating his question and slowly bringing his finger to his mouth, sucking the frosting off with a pop. 

The tip of your tongue comes out to lick across your top lip and Dave glances down at your mouth, following the movement. Taking a step closer, he’s almost touching you now, you can feel the scent of his cologne wash over you as his eyes come back up to yours. 

“I’d really like it, if you were on the menu,” he says, his voice low and dark, “but if you’re not, tell me, and I’ll leave.” 

You swallow, still transfixed by his dark eyes on you, the way he’s looking at you, like he’s trying to read you and succeeding. You slowly nod your head yes. 

Dave inhales softly, putting down the plate, “Use your words. Tell me I can kiss you,” he says, the frustration clearly thrumming just below the surface of his low tones as his breath skates across your cheek, his hands hovering just inches from your body, ready to grab as soon as you give him permission, “You’ve been driving me fucking crazy all week but I couldn’t do anything.” 

A shiver runs through your body, your hand shaking as you put your coffee cup down, slowly putting both your hands on the front of his gray t-shirt, feeling the bunched up muscles flex under your palms as you slide them up to his shoulders. Dave is watching you intently, a small crease between his eyebrows, his fingers twitching by your waist. 

“Not here,” you say, dropping your hands to your sides, and side stepping him. He turns as you slip out past him, quickly walking the front door and locking it, flipping the ‘Back in five minutes’ sign. When you turn back, he’s still standing by the coffee machine and you pass him. 

“Less nosy neighbors in here,” you say, holding out your hand to him. 

He reacts in a heartbeat, taking your hand and crowding you as he pushes you further into the kitchen, out of sight. He lets go of your hand and grabs your waist, the other landing on your neck, his large hand easily spanning across it and up, cupping your cheek as he walks you backwards. The cool metal of the walk-in fridge hits your back and Dave’s towering over you, bending his face down so that his strong nose brushes against yours, his eyes almost black under his eyebrows, pulled together tight, and the hand at your waist bunching up your shirt. 

“Now?” he husks and you nod. 

“Yes, now.” 

His mouth is hot when it reaches yours in a flash, he’s pushing you further up against the fridge as he angles his head to have more. There’s an edge of desperation to the way he holds you. The hand on your cheek keeps you where he needs you as he licks the seam of your lips. When you part them, his tongue is eager and needy, a groan escaping from somewhere deep inside of him and you pant into his mouth as his sounds fire up your brain. Heat shoots through your body like rocket fuel ignited, the cool metal behind you a sharp contrast to the solid warmth of Dave’s body in front when he pulls you closer with his hand on your waist, tugging you into him. 

It’s messy, tongues and teeth fighting for control, your hands in his hair, his thick fingers grabbing your neck, his thigh between your legs. There’s no hiding the arousal coursing through you both as you moan at the way he rubs over your core, his low groans mixed in when he rolls his hard length into your hip. 

He tangles his fingers into your hair, pulling back your head and trailing wet kisses across your throat, sucking a mark into where shoulder meets neck, moving up again, his teeth gently tugging on your earlobe before you gasp when he nips at the soft skin just underneath. 

“I’ve been fucking dreaming about how you’d sound when I did this,” he growls when you moan loudly into the silent kitchen, “sound so pretty, so fucking sweet.” His hand on your waist tightens, he’s pulling you down onto his leg, rocking into you as you clamor for a grip, tugging at his hair, loud, satisfied groan coming from Dave. 

“I wanna hear what you sound like when you come,” he mutters, moving his mouth up to yours again, biting your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, tongue coming out to caress it, taste it, before he lets go.

Pulling back a little, he looks down at you. You meet his dark eyes, lust clouding them as you gasp at the way his thick thigh creates just enough friction to make you convulse under his firm grip. 

“So fucking sweet,” he mumbles, a tone to his voice like he’s been craving this, “always looking at me from the bakery, always smelling so good, so tempting. Been wanting to do this since the first day, just get you in here and make you come all over my leg, hear you say my name.” 

You try to unscramble your brain, it’s hazy with arousal, the coil that he’s wound so tightly about to snap. But all you can feel is the tell tale tingling that’s started in your core and you close your eyes, the feeling radiating out from where his thigh rubs against you. 

“No, keep them open for me, baby,” Dave growls, “keep your eyes on me,” his voice forcing you to look up at him as it hits. 

“Dave…” you gasp, “Pl-please, Dave…” 

It shoots through your system like electricity, your legs closing around his, your skin burning as he kisses you, swallowing down your cries of his name as he keeps moving his leg, working you through the high until your muscles finally relax. 

He holds you up, his arm around your waist now, as his kisses soften. Soft movements across your lips, his tongue gently teasing yours until he pulls back a little, pressing his lips against yours, foreheads touching as you take a deep breath and you can feel him smile against you.

He moves his leg back, bending down and grabbing hold of your thighs, picking you up like you weigh nothing. With your arms around his neck, you hold on until he sets you down on the workbench, his hard erection is pressed tight between you but he seems to ignore it. 

“You ok?” he asks quietly, bending down and pressing a small kiss to the side of your neck, “seemed like you needed that.” His chuckle is low and amused as you sigh deeply. 

“That’s how you indulge?” you ask, caressing the back of his head, raking your fingers through his thick hair. 

“Better for your body than that carrot cake,” he smirks, pulling back a bit so that he can look at you while he cups your jaw and strokes his thumb over cheek. 

“I told you, this friendship won’t last if you don’t eat the frosting,” you give him a small smile, your body still humming. 

Dave gives you a smug look, “I don’t want your friendship, I want your frosting,” he says with a grin, tugging gently at your chin so that he can press his lips to yours and slip his tongue inside before your addled brain can come up with a comeback. 

The kiss is languid and slow, Dave takes his time, holding you back as you try to pull him closer, your hands still in his hair. After several long minutes he reaches up and untangles your fingers and pulls them down to your sides. 

“I’m leaving now,” he says against your mouth, his lips brushing over yours, “And I want you to be good. I have to go take care of something on that case. Close the shop when you’re done, go home, I’ll come by later.” There’s a promise in his low tone, in the way he nips at your bottom lip one last time and his fingers dig into your hips as he moves around your neck.

“Listen,” he whispers, his mouth close to your ear, “I’m not done with you yet.” 

Part Twelve

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Ok, so that got spicier then intended right? I don't know what to say, Dave just stepped in and took over.... blame him or thank him!

For the cake, this recipe uses pecans but I prefer walnuts but you can also leave them out if you want too. But it really is a very good cake...

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idia, i like you

“You wanna know if my hair's hot? It can get that way when I'm mad, but not usually… ...Wanna touch it? Scratch that. Forget I asked.”

Idia Shroud, Dorm Uniform Card

“Wait.. I do want to touch your hair” You mumbled quietly. His hair was so interesting to you. It was practically flames, but they weren't hot? You smiled as you noticed the tips of his hair turn pink.

‘What does that mean?’ You asked as you took the initiative to touch his hair. You took the tips of his hair and ran your fingers through it. You watched him tremble slightly as you took control of the situation. He looked flustered, which was a sight you liked to see. You’d developed a liking towards him after you noticed how passionate he was about his video games. And how cute he was when he was shy, which was most of the time when you two were alone. You knew that the feeling was mutual, but he’d never confess to you. 

“I-it means.. uuhmm..” You heard him take a breath; a long one at that. You gave him your smile and tilted your head. Your fingers were still running through his hair. 

“...that I'm flustered or.. uh embarrassed.” You heard him whisper underneath his breath. You blinked as he admitted the true meaning. You couldn’t help but smile after that. Of course it meant that. An idiot could figure that out. You just wanted to listen to him talk. You liked it when you listened to him ramble about video games to the people he didn’t like in school (which was practically anyone who’s extroverted). 

You couldn’t help but notice how intimate your position was. You were holding eye contact with him at this point. You were inches away from him as you caressed his hair. He was looking at you as you played with his hair. Maybe it was the right time to confess, right now, in the middle of his room. Ortho was out on a stroll, probably talking to anyone he saw in the halls. Yeah, maybe it is.

“Idia,” You muttered, going over your words in your head. You watched him nod and you let out a soft sigh. “I like you, a lot." 

You knew it was going to end in the words you wanted to hear after you saw half his hair turn pink and his stuttering. You giggled as you saw the mess of the boy you like.

[bunniandhoney]

Maybe too Little, Probably too Late

part 2 of

The day YN sent Jacob away was pure torture. She’d cried for the rest of the night in that one spot on the floor. Only her kitten Bilbo seemed to care, nudging at YN to be held. But when YN moved from that spot, early the next morning, something shifted.

Her eyes were swollen and her whole body ached, but she was different. She had to start over, completely over. After a quick shower YN left her sad apartment and went straight to the nearest barbershop.

“I want it all gone!” she says determined.

“Uuhmm, are you sure this is quite a bit of hair—“

“Yep, all of it please.”

YN walks out with the shortest haircut she’d ever had in her life, and a weight off her shoulders. Jacob loved her hair, there’d been many nights where Jacob would softly massage her scalp, putting YN to sleep. Now she wanted all memories of Jacob gone.

After a quick breakfast and her new haircut, YN decided to redo her apartment. She threw away everything that had to do with her now ex best friend; his old uni sweatshirt, his favorite “I ♥️ London” mug, his spare toothbrush, and every last thing that remotely reminded him.

Pulling another garbage bag to the front of her apartment YN stops because she realizes that in her 600sqft apartment Jacob filled up 3 large bags, and now her whole apartment seems empty.

She truly doesn’t know what to do when they come to pick up her garbage the next morning. Every moment for the next 3 months is like this, her being stung by the depravity of Jacob’s absence and its hell. All she can do is cuddle up to Bilbo, the only thing she has left that reminds her of Jacob, that she wouldn’t dare to part with.

Their shared friends eventually caught on about their split around month 4; when YN snapped at Gracie’s hendo weekend because the girls refused to stop asking about her “movie stay bestie”. By month 5 she was finally starting to feel free from him, YN was finally feeling like she was her own person.

But during month 6, YN had traveled home for the christmas holiday. This holiday would probably be the hardest because not only would she miss her and Jacob’s Christmas traditions, but she might run into him.

Their mums had been best friends since they were in primary school, but YN’s mom moved to another country for university and they’d lost touch. But once YN’s family moved back to London, nothing stopped the pair from rekindling their friendship and no “childish riff” (as her mom called it) between their children would stop their friendship either.

So YN stayed holed up in her old bedroom for almost her entire holiday. Until christmas eve when her mom came banging on her door, telling her she needed to come down and speak to the guests of their annual Christmas eve party. YN knew this was coming, her mom was practically the Martha Stewart of Christmas and would not let her only child spoil a perfectly good Christmas.

Luckily, it seemed that the Scipio’s decided not to show tonight, much to her mother’s dismay, so YN dropped her wallflower act and paraded around as the hostess her mother taught her to be. When she turns from the kitchen after offering to refill a few drinks, she stops dead in her tracks because she sees him, well she sees the back of him.

Jacob is already being clapped on the shoulder and rugged into hugs as she watches for a second, and she wants to join so badly. To run to him and say how michel she’s missed him and to see how he’s doing ,

how he’s been. Those thoughts keep winding until she realizes that their answers won’t include each other, his certainly won’t. Jacob’s will be filled with daring adventures and a beautiful fiancé.

6 months without him and she has nothing to show for it. YN turns back around putting the drinks on the counter, ignoring her hosting responsibilities, and quietly slips out to the back garden. The evening snow chills her even with the thick sweater. Her deep breaths are filling her lungs with frost, and she’s almost calmed down, until she hears the back door slide open.

YN stills completely, as if it will hide her, when the sound of feet crunching against snow moves closer to her.

“It’s right cold out here my love.” Her mom says pulling her jacket closer around her body. YN looks back at her mom, realizing the breath she was holding.

Looking at her daughter, YN’s mom's heart cracks just a little. The older woman knew something had happened between the two, but she allowed YN to spare her any details. As she gets closer to her daughter she can see the tears that YN is trying to blink away.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be back in a second.” YN says wiping the tears back.

“No my love I think party time might be over for you. It’s okay if you want to rest for a bit, it’s been quite the day.”

Nodding her head, YN moves to go back inside, but just as she reaches the door she hears her mother clear her throat.

“I’m not all too sure what’s happened, but I hope you two can figure it out. You two were made to be in each other’s lives, one way or another.”

With a sigh YN heads back upstairs to her room, to curl back under the covers. This time she doesn’t cry, but she still feels that ache in her chest, as if her heart calls for the man downstairs.

Month 7 kicks off the new year and YN is committed to her “New Year, New Me” mantra. To the point where she is letting her friends finally set her up on dates. She didn’t care to participate too often before, as she hoped Jacob would finally see her as a potential girlfriend and after 2 months of these blind dates YN decides she prefers unrequited love.

“Oh c’mon YN just one more date!” Gracie says again, sipping on her third mimosa.

“I don’t know Gracie, I just don’t think I'll ever find a forever kind of guy. 8 dates in 8 weeks and they were all awful.” YN grimaces remembering the serial farter from date number 5.

“Look, just one more time, for me? He’s such a great guy and he’s been asking me to set him up for months at this point. I think you two would be a perfect pair!” Gracie says with a slight slur.

YN tries hard not to think about how she ended up here, getting drunk and being slightly guilted into another horrid date. “Fine, but this is the last one. You can't vicariously be single through me anymore after this!”

With a boisterous laugh Gracie gets on her phone to set up YN’s next date.

—

YN looks absolutely hot, as she did for every last one of her dates. But after date number three, the thrill of being a hot date certainly wore off. Matt didn’t seem like a bad guy at all through text, and certainly wasn’t bad looking from his pictures, though the same could be said about the others.

So she really wasn’t too thrilled when he was 15 minutes late. Now, had she known that Matt was 10x hotter than his picture she might’ve excused him, but without giving him a second glance she tells him that she doesn’t think this is going to work and gets up to leave their date.

It takes him a second to realize what happened but when he does Matt is out of his seat and jogging after her. “Hey, you’re right," he says, still keeping a good pace behind her.” I shouldn’t have been late, but I was rescuing a cat from a tree for an older lady in my building; I couldn’t leave without at least trying.”

YN pauses just as she places her hand on her cat door, she quickly whips her head around giving him a once over. “Did you really rescue a cat?” she says looking over her shoulder at him.

“Not at all, but you look like you have a soft spot for cats, and I'm late because I burned a hole through my shirt. Which is why I'm wearing a jacket when it’s 96 degrees and I smell slightly like smoke.”

YN turns all the way around, staring at Matt as if he’d grown another head, but a split second later she is doubled over in laughter. A real belly laugh, one she hadn’t felt in a long while, and that’s when she knew she would be alright again.

Well at least this is the story she tells Jacob when he angrily asks how she could possibly be engaged during the dinner of his premiere party.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

heeey 🥹 sorry about the tardiness on part 2, i fear the big girl job had me slumped!

but WE BACK, with a bit more angst too! i’ve already started on part iii, and i’m hoping for a happy ending.

i’ll never stop thanking you all for the love 🤍

xoxo

Bunni

[fenrysmoonbeamswife]

Rhys IS very much a central character and we HAVE experienced the story through his eyes through a POV, heavy diologue scenes, and uuhmm him literally being in a relationship with the main character so idk what the fuck you're on about

He's a central character, he isn't a main character. He had a POV in a novella, that doesn't make him a main character. He's in a relationship with the main character, as you said, yes but that doesn't make him a main character it makes him the love interest of the main chatacter. But since you seem to have the literacy skills of a penguin I'm guessing you still won't get it

And what in the fuck do heavy dialogue scenes have to do with literally anything? Just pulling shit out of your ass at this point 💀 by that logic then Tamlin is the main character too and Amarantha and Helion and Jurian and countless others. Oh wait, no they're not. Again just because you want him to pick you doesn't make him a main character

[possuminnit]

uuhmm cdream centipede hybrid where his entire lower half is a centipede body. is this anything

[zallanimana]

Luffy : Hey, didn't it say on page 5, paragraph 4 that you can't chase pirates with a bounty under 100 million out of your section ?

Smoker : how did you-?

Smoker : *try his best to remember the book that mention*

Smoker : you- Wait where did he go ?

Tashigi : captain smoker strawhat Luffy has escape form team beta 6

Smoker : wait tashigi what does page 5 contain of ?

Tashigi : uuhmm I think its about capture pirates that enter your section of operation that you work atleast for 1 month

Smoker : fuck

[crystalmagpie447]

I like your ocs (tell me about your ocs)

EHEHUEHDUBE Need a rewrite lore and stuff becausde iv e mostly just been running on vibes and stuff from music LMAO Bu t i can show u my guys >:) (that ive already posted here before u hm) THERES ZALEN a g uy who is on tha mission to figure out why he and a few of his ancestors are cursed to turn into horriffic powerful beasts from time to time there he i s normal and happy and awe some

g u h i need to figure out characterization and stuff to d e scribe this one but i call him kriel-possesed (tho hes not really possessed? Its like uhhhmmm so m e weird connection to something thats altered his magicand changed his form ill figure it out later HRBEUJR)

ooouughgj i wanna redraw this one sobad but its toocool ANYWAY heres his beast form

uuhmm thats just a head, i dont think i have a full drawing

ohmygosh were so back

Atlas!!! uuhhmmm wary of zalen

knows something is up, but is mostly just being protective of his brother

Other characters that i dont have drawings of/need redesigns/cant find files for AQJISDHUUDHSJ Briar: Atlas' brother and friend of zalens. He and zalen go to school together and thats all i really have KIJDUHFBRDHN I m e an theres more but thatd be

explaining story lore and im just doing characters for now COUGH

Eryx: Prince of the neighboring kingdom (Avian kingdom), befriends briar later in the story Carter: One of zalen's first friends, no one knows where he is

hhmmm

i thinkg thats it for main characters

[thwackk]

Hi! Sorry to bother you but I saw you were a fellow Clark lover and I feel like you were a great person to ask this question to: In your opinion, what traditions/culture things from Krypton does Clark do in his daily life? Ex, could be a small Kryptonian prayer before eating or a specific holiday, etc Clark in my opinion would do everything he can to keep his heritage alive so I was curious what your take on it was :)

hi!! you’re not bothering me, i take every opportunity i get to run my mouth about clark :) you made my day

first thing’s first, i believe clark has some instincual and natural kryptonian things that he does that he either was told wasn’t normal by his parents, or things that he’s done mostly in private for a majority of his life so therefore he has no idea that it’s not normal.

One thing i headcanon he does is bump his head to other people’s heads as a form of affection like if he likes you he’ll put his forehead on yours. im leaning into the kryptonians are like cats thing, i love that. obviously he doesn’t do this with everyone as to keep up appearances, but he does it with ma and pa and the league. Kyrptonians are a very physically affectionate people

Another thing he can do but doesn’t because it’s definitely NOT human, is clicking (similar to a raven), it’s a sound that comes from deep in his body tho so it’s not super loud and only really noticeable in a quiet room or if you’re sitting right next to him, he can control it for the most part but sometimes it happens without his consent when he’s particularly frustrated abt something.

Uuhmm oh i also like to think everything on earth tastes completely different to him, like pickles are like ghost peppers to him and marshmallows taste like cilantro or somethin. as a baby the jarred baby food always made him pull a face and spit it out and now there’s these two panicked parents completely lost on how and what to feed this alien baby. mashed up raw onions and bell peppers were like candy to him and his parents just had to hope that it wasn’t bad for him. stuff like that. he’s physically repulsed by cheese, all of it. the smell alone makes him want to vomit. (i know this clashes with my headcannon that he’s an amazing cook and makes the best meals, but that’s just a process of following the recipe and knowing how to do it cause ma taught him how, as well as all her special recipes, so to him it’s just a routine.)

i have more somewhere in my head but they’re not comin to me rn. i really gotta draw out my versions of kryptonians because i really do like to lean in to the fact that they are aliens and should look and feel a little more like it yaknow?

okay, traditions and keeping his culture alive stuff let’s see

he wears the traditional kryptonian fits on special kryptonian holidays as well as father’s day. There’s a holiday that celebrates animal companionship (pets basically) and every leaguer agrees that it’s absolutely criminal it’s not a real national holiday on earth. The league celebrates every year.

kryptonian birthday’s work a bit differently, for the entire day your eyes glow and instead of recieving gifts and having a party, the person who’s birthday it was gets an entire day to themselves, no work or anything, they just get to relax and do whatever they want, a birthday was a day of celebration of course with loved ones but the custom applied to work and such, if it was your birthday, you were allowed to do whatever you wanted that day free of charge so long as it wasn’t illegal obviously, this was customary on Krypton because a birthday was considered a very important day, in a different way that’s it’s considered on earth. Bruce does everything in his power to take all work load off of Clark every year after hearing Clark talk abt kryptonian birthday’s once, and Bruce being fully aware of how important keeping krypton alive is to Clark even if it is in small seemingly pointless ways, he does that. Much to Clark’s dismay, Bruce practically forces him to take the day off and offers to pay for literally anything he wants to do that day. Usually Clark just wants to spend time with friends and family.

honestly my brain can’t think of many more or very interesting ones, i’m sure they’re in there but my mind is dead right now, but i hope you enjoy those

[onecantsimply]

Uuhmm uhmm i know i'm going to hell flr this request but uhmm May i request an nsfw headcanon for Jack asking Devil y/n to ride his member and her being afraid of hurting him ?

Yes you can-

Warning: NSFW, Switch JTR, Creampie.

-

• Well, the time had finally come where you two would actually engage in sexual interaction-

• You tended to be rather… nervous about it. However, Jack had guided you through it like a champ, comforting you with gentle kisses and his soft touch.

• However, when the time had came where you wanted to top, he had allowed you to, allowing for you to straddle him.

• Jack could only blink as you grew concerned for hurting him. He then softly chuckled.

- “My Love, it won’t hurt for me. It may hurt slightly for you, since we’ve never done this before. However, if you go rough enough, perhaps it may ache enough for me.”

• There was a small glint of hope for if you had went that rough in his eyes. And, he was right. You allowed for his dick to sink into you, only to wince and whimper of how it had stung in you.

• Jack of course comforted you, keeping your attention from the stinging sensation with speaking of stories of the past. Though, soon enough, you were good enough to move.

• With that pain slowly melting into pleasure, you seemed to grow comfortable with it as well, going your own pace to satisfy you and Jack.

• This man’s sounds were wonderful-

• Your pace had soon went to something faster and harder, satisfying you two much more. Having Jack with his hands on your hips, slightly controlling how he wanted the pace to be was the only thing he could do.

• He had his head thrown back, softly slurring and groaning. You had a slight concern for if he was hurting or not. However, judging from how blissful he had seemed, you had went harder on him. His grip on your hips had only twitched as he shivered from the change of pace.

• May have went deep enough to crush his balls. He softly winced from both pain and pleasure, enjoying the mere sensation of you going that deep.

• Catching onto his wince, you were about to pull away until he shoved you down, panting softly.

- “I enjoy it, My Love… Please… keep going…”

• Through slight hesitation, you do, making Jack’s heart warm. You really do care for him, even in something like sexual intercourse.

• He’d love to repay you with something… And yet, the only thing he can think of is a creampie…

• Yet, it seems to suffice with how close you’re clinging, bringing both him and you to a close release.

• He controls your pace much more, eager to spill his semen into the deepest places of your womb.

• It even gets to a certain point of where he had smashed into your cervix, with you having nothing other than a dizzy feeling of pleasure.

• Jack had continued to hammer in, wincing at how tight you had become. You really were a perfect person for him…

• Before he knew it, he had thrusted his deepest, his tip shooting every thick ribbon of cum he had in you.

• … How much to beg that you overrode his cum-?

• He probably passed out after you did-

• Well, more of a chance to ensure you were pregnant then-

[sicksucculentz]

Howdy is trying to have a conversation with Wally but...Wally’s left eye just keeps wandering

Howdy: “but those apples are full of chemicals which is......why uhhh....why they are so big....uuhmm”

He’s trying not to be rude but Wally’s wandering eye is bothering him

Wally: “....are you ok?”

Howdy: “ok I can’t gloss over it.  Your left eye is...not even looking at me anymore”

Wally: “oh!!”

He reaches up and moves his own eye back into position.  Touching his eye ball with his bare ass fingers 

Wally: “all better?”

Howdy: “.......no.....no it’s not Wally”

[kittenhypnotized]

NEW NAME: Barbie Doll

Hi doll! How good does it feel to have all your triggers back?

FREEZE

[Yay! I get to be treated like a doll again! This is the only thing I ever want]

Run:Bimbo.sys

*I pose you so you’re sucking your thumb with one hand, making a peace sign with the other, and have one leg bent with the other straight*

Aw, you’re such a good bimbo doll for me, aren’t you?

After five minutes, UNFREEZE

Go put on the sluttiest and pinkest outfit imaginable for us, k cutie?

OBEY: Put your hair in high pigtails

OBEY: Tell us in detail the outfit you put together for us

[Hehe, I luuuuv being dressed like a doll!]

FREEZE

*I place your hands so that they’re pushing your boobs together and bend your body forward 45 degrees. I spread your legs a little bit past shoulder width and tilt your head just a bit to one side*

[Hehe, being a posed and thoughtless doll is the best]

[

]

OBEY: Drool for as long as your frozen

[

]

After ten minutes, UNFREEZE

OBEY: Tell everyone how hot these tasks were. Tell us your favorite of all your triggers and beg us to use it on you

-🎀

heehhhe,,itss so very hot to have people give me tasks ,, ,mmy fav trigger is uuhmm all of themm hehehe ,,pleassse use them on mee

[lacteawhy]

Finally..done with your lectures. They were pretty boring today but your head was somewhere else. After all, you and John are supposed to meet after both of you are done. You and John...John..all alone..you and him....you blush and giggle, almost kicking your feet.

You decide to wait for him by his room, he has one more lecture to give..a long one but you're good to wait. The more you think about him the faster the time goes.

You approach the door. Awfully quiet, even for him.. you knock? The sound of approaching footsteps becoming louder, you hear your favorite voice behind the door.

-do you guys communicate at all?? What do you need your phones for.

The door swings open.

-the lecture is-

His faces changes when he sees you, awkwardly smiling at him. The blood rushes towards his head.

-oh, it's- it's you..

-don't you have a lecture right now?

-yeah, I dismissed it.. wait, you know when my lectures are?

-well, yeah, I checked cause we were going to meet

-right! Sure..yeah..

You feel the tension surrounding him. You smile at him..isn't he adorable..god what a sweet teddy bear..you'd jump him with a hug right now and he'd probably be extremely happy about. But you're not going to check that theory.

-soo..why did you dismiss it..?

Both of you walk into the room, you go to some desk, closest to his table. You decide to place your ass right on the desk. He's by his table, looking for something in a stack of papers.

-I was uhmm.. I'm tired. Not feeling like giving another lecture today.

-oh..should I leave you b-

He interrupts you.

-no!

You look at each other.

-s-sorry..no, don't leave me. I'm just..

He wipes his face with a hand, squeezing his eyes.

-I need your company right now.

-okay..I'm here..

An awkward silence..

-could you..could you help me find something?

He sounds nervous. He takes off his blazer and drops it on a chair.

-sure!

You come near him.

-what's up?

He struggles for a second..you're so close to him..

-I can't find my plan for Monday's trip and the head is going to kill me if I tell him I lost it..

-no worries, it's probably somewhere here..you got a lot of paper in here. Why don't you just go digital?

-I don't like to be dependent on the technology.

-sure

You chuckle.

-you like to be dependent on a huge stack of paper where you lose your important documents

-it's somewhere here! Look in the cabinets please..

You start checking the cabinets..useless..useless..useless...oh a story draft..? Fully handwritten, some stuff crossed out, you see someone with your name..

-hey, John?

-yeah?

He replies without getting distracted from searching.

-uuhmm you write?

-huh?

He looks your way instantly rushing towards you.

-OH UHM, THAT'S ONE OF THE STUDENTS' STORY DRAFT! THEY- THEY ASKED ME TO CHECK IT AND GIVE A REVIEW

-John?

-yeah..?

-...you write..?

He carefully takes the paper out of your hand.

-yeah.......

-that's awesome

He looks at you, surprised.

-you think..?

-yeah, really cool!

He smiles, looking away.

-you can uhm..read some if you want...some time...just..no pressure..

-I'd love to

You say gently.

-oh, here's the plan..I think?

You hand him a sheet of paper that looks like a plan to you. He gets excited

-OH YOU'RE A LIFE SAVER!

He grabs you in his arms, making you blush the color of tomato.

-it's fine..

You laugh nervously. Oh god....he's so..big and warm...oooh.... he's not letting go......

-John..?

-sorry........

He looks at you. All of the sudden you feel some sort of confidence coming from him..he's breathing down your neck..you feel a soft lip touch on your skin. You gasp.

-John, someone is going to see..

-nobody is going to see..I'm supposed to be giving a lecture right now, remember?

He drags his lips across your neck, towards your lips.

-John..

You moan softly..he caresses your cheek with his thumb.

-may I?

He whispers into your lips.

-yeah..

His lips..soft and sweet. Passionately piercing into yours. His tongue wants to meet yours but he's afraid to push your boundaries.

Your hands stroking his cheeks. You're sliding onto his shoulders, grasping into them. He's murmuring your name. He slips his hands under your shirt, grabbing and squeezing your chest. You look away but it only makes him more eager.. he starts licking your neck.

-I've been waiting for this..for so long..so long..

He pants.

-every night I struggle to fall asleep because you're on my mind..

-John..

-you're the only person I want to give lectures to..

He smiles, noticing how you blush.

-I also..been thinking about it for a long time..dreaming about staying with you after the lecture..when nobody would see us..

He's getting more pushy, sliding his hands all over your body, impatiently grabbing your thighs and lifting up your skirt. You gasp.

-I want to make you feel good..

He whispers, pressing his fingers between your legs. He smirks, seeing you bite your lip trying not to make sounds from his touch..

-let me hear those beautiful sounds

He starts rubbing very distinctly and slowly, making you softly moan into his ear.

-there we go..so beautiful..

He's losing his breath. A finger slides into your underwear, directly into you. He gasps from how wet and hot you are inside.

-you just keep surprising me today

His lips smooching your shoulder. You feel him sucking and slightly biting into you. He moves your underwear to the side, moving his finger across your clit. So embarrassing..your juices leaking down your legs.

John reaches for his pants, slowly unzipping and releasing himself. He gives himself a few strokes and pushes the dick between your legs. He moans. So warm..you're so warm and wet.. you make him completely lose his breath. He thrusts a little. You squeeze your legs to make his dick rub against a tight space. Oh he's rubbing right against your clit, making you weak and feral, you moan his name, almost begging him.

-want me inside you?

He looks at you, gently caressing your face.

-yes..please..

You breathe with your mouth, looking into his eyes. He lifts your leg by grabbing your thigh and pushes you against the nearest wall. You can't take it anymore..you need him right now. You look at each other..you feel him slowly sliding his dick inside you. Very slowly. You moan in relief..finally..you feel him.. he's inside you...finally. He moans along with you.

-oh..god damn it...I love you.

John murmurs embraced by his feelings. Your eyes widened. He said..what..

-John...

He blushes deeply, squeezing his eyes.

-sorry...I'm sorry..

You laugh.

-what are you sorry about?

-I'm sorry I..love you..

-god, you..

You carefully kiss his lips.

-you're just precious...John, I love...I love you too...

He gasps, starting to move, pinning you into the wall. He's being rough and quick, trying to hide his feelings. He's damn happy right now. So fucking happy he's ready to fuck you to the heavens. Even tho you feel like heavens to him right now..it feels amazing to thrust his dick into you, to feel your hot walls. The leaking juices make it so nice to slide into you... you make him feel good. Amazing.

You hear him panting..maybe a little too hard

-all good, John..?

-yeah

He laughs anxiously.

-maybe I shouldn't skip my cardio

-take it a bit easier..we can stop if you..

-no! No no no we're not stopping.

He becomes more intense. He's pounding you hard. Your eyes roll a bit.

-fffuck, John...

-language, m'lady

You chuckle, he smiles at you. You hug him tight

-let me know if you need a quick break

-I'm good, I can't stop knowing how good you feel...just a little more..

He starts kissing your lips, greedily, passionately. Finally, his tongue made it into your mouth. So eager to study everything inside. Fuck, his kiss is so wet, you feel saliva dripping down your chin. You need more of him. He slows down with his pounding, working with the full length now. You feel the tip almost leaving you and then he thrusts right back. You're getting lightheaded.

He pushes you into the wall with his full body, not breaking the kiss. He moans, putting his whole chest into it and pulls out, leaking onto the floor. He quickly starts rubbing you with his fingers, you moan, breaking the kiss and he instantly feels you getting weak in your knees. You grab him tight

-fuck fuck fuuuck~

You wait for a second.

-sorry, professor..

Both of you start laughing quietly and out of breath.

-I love..you..

John murmurs, a bit scared but..more confident. He's such a gentle man. You kiss his cheek, feeling it move from a smile on his face.

What a great chat both of you had.

[sugardecreme]

ok. hi i am very bored & want things to doodleee,, so uuhmm. feel free to give me stuff to draw plss ?? 🥺🥺🥺 idk how high effort it'll be or how soon i'll actually get to all of them, it depends on my mood, but,.sdjfdsjkshf yeah! !!!!!! i just. feel like drawing stuff

[vypridae]

gifting you akutagawa and vox‼️‼️

[i feel it should be noted vox autocorrected to box three times]

IM GONNA ASSUME THIS IS FOR THE CHARACTER ASK THING AND IF ITS NOT THEN I APOLOGIZE SO MUCH ACTUALLY (also dw ive typed box thousands of times trying to type vox)

(this got long so under the cut it goes!!)

akutagawa

my first impression

hello when akutagawa showed up i think i actually was like "OH...?" i loved him actually so much (still do)

my impression now

LOVE AKUTAGAWA ... i dont obsess over him like i used to (thats reserved for fyosiglai) BUT I STILL LOVE HIM SO MUCH

favorite thing about that character

oh my god uuhmm im ngl probably his ability lIKE ITS JUST SO FUCKING COOL

least favorite thing

his bangs because theyre IMPOSSIBLE to draw

favorite line/scene

"CALL ME 💥‼️🤬😈DIABLO😈🤬‼️💥"

favorite interaction that character has done with another

probably the uuhh "DONT YOU EVEN DARE... COMPARE ME... TO THIS GUY!!" just cuz im sskk trash

a character that i wish that character would interact with more

CHUUYA !!!! 100% CHUUYA CHUUYA CHUUYA !!!!! HAVE THEY HAD ANY INTERACTIONS AT ALL???

another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

oooh uuuuhh i really dont have a lot ... uuh fuck hmm. i dont actually think ive ever seen a character thats reminded me of akutagawa for any reason?? or that akutagawa's reminded me of, at least

a headcanon about that character

GRAYSEXUAL DEMIROMANTIC AKUTAGAWA . also he has a soft spot for animals but refuses to ever tell anyone ever

a song that reminds of that character

DOES IT COUNT IF ITS A SHIP SONG ??? i can't fix you (yes the fnaf song) atsushi singing about akutagawa . this is partially because i was searching for sskk ship playlists a few years back and that song just was int he playlist and igot fucking JUMPSCARED

an unpopular opinion about that character

hello i dont think i have one BHABHASH im really bad at having opinions that arent what everyone else thinks i go with the crowd

favorite picture

he just looks so ethereal here give me a break ...

vox

my first impression

when vox had like 0.2 seconds of screentime in the pilot i remember being like "ooh neat dude. why does he have a tv for a face"

my impression now

OH MY GOD. POOKIE PIE BOYFAILURE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ES AWFUL AND I LOVE HIM

favorite thing about that character

dont make me cHOOSE ... im ngl probably the fact that hes like, "you cant go around doing drastic things over angel dust because what about our image as the vees" and then proceeds to do exactly drastic things as soon as he hears alastor is back BAHAJASKGHAJK

least favorite thing

DO I HAVE ONE ?!??? I ... CANNOT THINK wait i thought . the way the fandom characterizes him as so much better than val . NO HE IS NOT !!!!!! val has been shown doing awful things but vox is almost if not equally as bad as he is, just in different ways . fucker told pentious to khs of COURSE hes not good uwu boy PLEASE UNDERSTAND THIS *shaking the fandom aggressively by the shoulders* PLEASE

favorite line/scene

I HAVE SEVERAL IM LISTING SEVERAL

+ after alastor absolutely kicks his ass in stayed gone and he goes "FUUHUUHUUUUUUCK!!!!"

+ "NO!!! FUCKYOUFUCK YOU FUCK YOOOUU!! PUSSY!!" from ep 8

+ "THIS IS BETTER THAN SEX!!!" and the look val gives him in ep 8

+ "I AM SO ! HARD ! RIGHT ! NOW !" while alastor is dying in ep 8

ALL OF HIS SCENES ARE AMAZING THO I LOVE HIM LITERALLY SO MUCH

favorite interaction that character has done with another

MAKING OUT WITH VAL. I REST MY CASE.

a character that i wish that character would interact with more

again, i have a few, those being velvette (which im sure we'll see in s2), alastor (because its funny) and shockingly angel dust (im curious to see if theres jealousy there because he has a lot of val's attention a lot of the time)

another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

in my head vox is just a waay fucked up version of sigma and i dont really know why

a headcanon about that character

i like to imagine that vox's hat has his tv antenna so its like al's mircophone that lets him have more range, if he takes his hat off he buffers and glitches like CRA Z Y so he never takes it off because antenna !

a song that reminds of that character

ive never listened to it myself but thanks to a friend assigning voxval i like u by niki i am forever going to associate that song with them (im gonna go listen to it . at some point)

an unpopular opinion about that character

HES NOT BETTER THAN VAL !!!! its not really an unpopular opinion at this point BUT LIKE . HES AWFUL LIKE VAL IS i know i talked abotu this earlier BUT LIKE ITS JUST RBRHBRHRRHR WHEN PEOPLE SAY "NOO VAL IS AWFUL VOX DESERVES BETTER" NO HE DOESNT!!!!! VOX AND VAL ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER BECAUSE THEY ARE BOTH ABSOLUTE SHITHEADS TO EVERYONE ELSE (minus velvette)

favorite picture

DONT. MAKE ME CHOOSE

this one holds a particular place in my brain tho cuz he looks like hes like "WHO CARES WHERE ALASTOR WENT !!!!! RIGHT GUYS!!?!?? RIGht!????!?!??" hes so desperate i love him so fucking much ALSO THEIR FACES AHASKJGFAHSJKFG "NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN"