#was thinking about touch and how much i dislike it and it finally sort of settled home that like

[depresseddepot]

It's struggle through autism symptoms hours

[fleurmiss]

ೃ⁀➷ one love, two mouths

- ,, ao’nung x fem reader

- ,, being bestfriends with aonung ever since you gained consciousness was pleasant, but comes with a side of flirting and realizations you want to be more than just friends, or bestfriends.

- ,, warnings - SUGGESTIVE! adults watch out this is a teenager ur reading abt. minors pls be careful if u dont like making out!! ao’nung is a btch but not to u, tanhì is na’vi for “star, bioluminescent freckle”, simp ao’nung yasss thats like all my characters lol gunna ignore that!!

ps : tanhì is not readers name lol, just a nickname that ao’nung gave her!!!

-‘๑’- sweater weather - the neighborhood

Ao’nung was mean, you’ve seen how quick he is to bite back and claw at any opportunity that gives him a moment of glory against his rivals, plenty of times.

Ao’nung is mean to everyone, everyone but you, and his family, and maybe Roxto.

Excluding those people, ao’nung has never tried to purposefully hurt your feelings, maybe in a moment of childish banter, he has said mean things that are fleeting, they go away as quickly as they come because he sees the look on your face, and says sorry with a heavy heart.

Some days he is not as apologetic, and delays his apologies until a day or two, you walk away with hurt, anger, and hesitation but he always comes to u, can’t bare being away from you, his girl.

You are sitting on the sand, knees up to your chest as you gaze upon the sea, muscles sore from swimming all day. You almost fall asleep as the peaceful sound of the waves lulls you but alas, your one and only makes his presence known with his loud greeting.

“My tanhì, you look a little lonely!” ao’nung chuckles and sits down beside you, right beside you. No literally, he’s so close that your arm and leg are touching his. Why’s he so close? There’s literally so much space? You’ve stopped questioning it, he’s been touchy with you since forever.

He ruffles the top of your head affectionately, the little smile on his face tells you he’s in a good mood. “hi ao’nung” you say softly and give him a sweet smile, god he almost just melted at the spot, “you seem happy today”

“i am” he replies shortly and you lay your head on his shoulder, letting out a satisfied sigh at finally seeing your favorite person.

his hand finds it’s way to your leg and he gives you a prompt squeeze on your thigh, affection came as naturally as breathing to him when it was with you.

Your eyes roam around the sea as you look at the people smiling with their ilu’s and splashing around in the water, you catch a glimpse of a group of 4 girls as you shudder with the piercing look they give you. You recognize those girls as Tsireya’s friends, remembering her telling you about her dislike for a lot of their decisions. She told you to avoid them, they’re no good.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion when you see the said girls make their way to you and ao’nung, probably only having matters that deal with ao’nung, you’re pretty sure they’ll ignore your whole existence if anything.

You being this close to The Olo’Eyktan’s only son ignites some sort of resentment in them, automatically making you their competition and viewing you as a threat.

“bruh not these chicks again” ao’nung mutters quietly in irritation and lets out a groan into your hair, hoping they’ll go away if he can’t see them. You giggle but your smile is gone as soon as the girls stop right in-front of your bestfriend. “Ao’nung!! We we’re gonna go take a swim with our ilu’s, I think you should join us! Im sure sitting here watching the ocean isn’t that interesting” the girl’s giggle thinking Ao’nung will get up and follow them without a word.

For a second you believed so too, what you were doing wasn’t that fun, but you didn’t want fun, you wanted calm.

“fuck no” you hear pure distaste in ao’nung’s voice, it makes you cringe, the second hand embarrassment of straight rejection in the face. You smile, he’s really showing no interest in these girls, you almost feel bad, but whats it to you?

“oh- well- you can- you can always come join us later or whatever, whenever y/n lets you go” you’re a bit offended, you aren’t holding ao’nung back from anything, especially these girls, any choice he makes is solely his decision.

“nah im good i prefer y/n anyways”

“whatever” the girls huff and puff and stomp off the space you guys we’re currently sitting at

“bit mean, don’t u think”

“i don’t care” you smile at his quick response

“i think a lot of people dislike our friendship ao’nung, you’re the next Olo’Eyktan and they think i’m competition. They can’t let me ruin their chances of becoming Tsahik.”

“tanhì, what are you even saying?”

“i just.. what i mean is.. you’re almost ready to find a mate, and you must choose wisely, as your choice will be the next Tsahik for our clan, she must work with you as one, and i feel like i’m holding you back from finding a good mate”

Ao’nung pays attention to you, listening to your worries with furrowed brows, he’s so good to you, always. It makes your heart squeeze when you think of him being this affectionate with any other girl, you’re selfish, you want him to yourself.

As much as this hurts, you will be open with him, but you will not open your heart to him as of now. You sigh, he grabs your hand and his thumb rubs soothing circles, telling you to continue.

“i think.. i think re’yal is a beautiful girl, her parents are talented and she takes after them-“ you are cut off.

“i couldn’t care less for re’yal” you tilt your head in confusion

“na’yi is a good healer”

“she is a good healer.”

Ah. It’s Na’yi that he’s chosen then. You look up at him, unable to stop your head from moving. He smiles. Ouch.

“i have the stupidest girl sitting in front of me right now” you hit him gently in the chest, he catches your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.

Woah. You’ve held hands multiple times but not this way. It feels different. You’re almost about to throw up.

Your eyes quickly drop down to his lips, god, you pray to Ewya that he doesn’t notice.

He does notice, and he thinks you’re so cute he could make-out with you right now.

“she’s so stupid but she’s also the prettiest, she’s really cute too, i think she’d make a great tsahik” you’re embarrassed now, what does this mean? why’s he such a jerk?

“i don’t think Na’yi wo-“

“tanhì, i don’t care about Na’yi, i do not want her.”

“Ao’nung.. allow me to help you, you cannot delay this anymore”

“y/n you just don’t get the hint do you?”

“what?”

Ao’nung groans frustrated, he looks around to see if anyone is watching, what he’s about to do right now might cause issues, he can’t find himself to care any longer though.

Ao’nung cranes his head enough so his lips are an inch away from yours, he looks at you with lidded eyes and you’re already looking at him

“let me kiss you” he asks and you don’t wait, you nod and he smashes his soft lips against yours, desperately. You’ve been wanting to do this, been wanting to kiss your bestfriend.

He grabs the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, damn, he’s a good kisser. Not that you’ve kissed anyone else before, but he’s making you feel really good.

It’s fast, and you both are desperate, impatient, and incredibly in love. He grabs your waist to pull you closer and you whine into the kiss. Sweet. He’s never loved a sound more. His confession comes between kisses.

“y/n, i want you,” kiss. “and only you.” kiss.

you pull away and you’re breathing heavily, you look at ao’nung, pretty sure your eyes have hearts in them. “i-“ you don’t know what to say.

“I see you” you whisper, only meant for him to hear, with sincere eyes.

Ao’nung looks at you and his lips twitch into a small smile.

He goes into kiss you again and your hands find their way behind his neck, he pulls back and trails a few kisses from your jaw to your neck, you gasp softly when he finds your sensitive spot and sucks on it, sinking his teeth into your soft skin, you’re so sure this is gonna leave a bruise.

He kisses you again but this time openmouthed, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip to ask for permission, you open your mouth more to let him in. “i love you so much” he whimpers into your mouth and you realize you wanna get out of here. Your feel yourself getting embarrassed as you realize the 4 girls probably saw your full on makeout session.

“what’s wrong baby?”

“lets get out of here ao’nung” you plead, doe eyes looking up at your lover. God, you make him crazy.

He takes your hand and leads you to his marui pod, you guys pass the 4 girls on your way there and by the look they’re giving you, you know they saw it, maybe even enjoyed it a bit. (jk) The girl’s eyes travel down to your neck where your fresh hickey lies and they immediately turn their backs around, unable to watch your love bloom any longer.

You laugh loudly and that causes ao’nung to turn around, your hands still intertwined as you giggle, ao’nung gets the hint on what you’re laughing at and smirks as he watches you, amused.

“bit mean, don’t you think?” he mocks you and you slap his arm, he throws that arm over your shoulder as you guys walk , the sound of your laugh rings in ao’nungs ears and he swears he’ll never love someone like he loves you.

[freyito]

ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ & ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ + ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ-ꜱᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

this ones super self-indulgent, simply cause im in a bit of a mood and i need comfort. so why not write little drabbles with my HUSBANDS!!!! sorry im still working on requests! my schedule is packed and thursdays are about the only days i get to myself, so im working on them, i swear!!!

for more context, there's a couple different ways people can be touch-starved and how people react. i know some people seek out touch actively, but im one of the people who has an aversion to it. that's why it's written like the reader doesn't quite enjoy it!

also, this was kind of inspired by Kocham Wolność by Chłopcy z Placu Broni

cw: male reader, just fluff really, bonus, proofread

-Johnny Cage

Johnny's flashy, touchy, and over-the-top. Of course he is, he has to be. With his status, he wants everyone to know exactly who you are and show you off. You're all his, and only his, and he needs every single one of his fans to know.

So when you shy away from his touch, dodge away from his hand, or even keep your distance the very first time, his heart shatters. He doesn't quite know how to handle it. But he doesn't go with the same approach. He doesn't give up, either.

He's a sucker for physical touch, and if he's denied it, he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He quite literally looks down at them and wonders what he can do.

His first thought is that you dislike him, actually. That you hate him. He has a deep-seated fear of rejection, and for his beloved to turn away from his warmth and love, it stings. He overthinks, and he reacts as such.

Johnny is a 50/50 with being logical. It depends where he is and what environment he is in. However, with love, where he is completely and utterly vulnerable, giving his all to his boyfriend, logic does not take place with his emotions. He does not think that you do not seek the touch he seeks, he craves.

But, before he can let that vile, horrid, agonizing feeling in the back of his throat take hold, there's slight reassurance. A soft gaze that mends his broken heart, if only for a moment. That's when he finally rationalizes.

You don't even need to tell him at that point, he silently understands. Besides, he has other ways he can show his love for you. Spoils you rotten, tells you all he loves about you. See, he can find ways to make up for the lack of physical touch!

Johnny makes sure to ask you before any physical encounter. He asks to hold your hand, asks to hug you, asks to hold you, asks everything. And each time you say yes, he has the biggest grin on his face.

One night, while you two were sitting on the hood of Johnny's car by some cliff,- like those stupid romantic scenes in movies- you lean over to Johnny and rest your head on his shoulder. Your arms are touching, his shoulder provides a comfortable pillow. You feel safe. Gazing at the very few stars scattered in the sky, the night sky's beauty stolen by the city below (and by you, Johnny says). Johnny's beaming. He's trying so hard not to show it, he's trying to act cool. But he can't. He's almost vibrating because of the butterflies in his stomach. He's proud of you, he's in love with you, and god, he's so happy. He leans his head on yours, and whisper all sorts of sweet things, 'I love you', 'You mean so much to me', 'You're the most beautiful man I know', and 'Thank you'.

-Kenshi Takahashi

Since Kenshi focuses on touch mainly in the relationship, he has to re-evaluate how he goes about this without touch. He doesn't start off with it, like Johnny does. But he slowly builds up to it. And when he tries to place a hand on your shoulder, feeling you completely dodge him almost feels humbling.

He's at a loss. But unlike Johnny, his first thought is the right one. Perhaps you aren't ready, you aren't comfortable. And that's okay. He's going to think of different ways to seek out your affection, even though physical touch is the only way he really understands love.

But, he also understands. He knows what it's like to dislike touch, after years of hollow touch and forced affection. And he understands if you just don't trust him enough, he's empathetic.

He'll wait for you, however long it takes. He isn't afraid to admit it's a bit disheartening, but he understands and he loves you and he will always wait for you. He still cherishes your time together, and it isn't spoiled one bit. Besides, he can tell you just how much he adores you. He doesn't have to rely on touch every time.

Like Johnny, he will always ask. But he does prefer that you make the first move, at that point. Any little touch, he also cherishes. Even if it's your hand accidentally brushing against his while walking. You always catch a small smile from him when that happens.

He's happy as is, really. The lack of physical touch doesn't take away anything from the relationship or from you. Simply basking in your presence is enough for you. He adores you, and he knows you're his as much as he's yours. That understanding is really the only thing he craves in the relationship.

He relishes in every little touch you give him, however. Simply holding hands is the most intimate thing to him. He isn't big on PDA, but he loves holding your hand anywhere in public. Even if Sento offers slight guidance to him, he loves knowing you're there to guide him.

The night you finally initiated contact, he fell deeper in love with you. It was quiet, alone, still. In your room, you lay next to him, simply enjoying the pleasures of the mundane. You reach for his hand, and gently trace the ink on his hands. He's calm, collected, but inside burns a fire so bright, that you can feel his body temperature rise. He slowly turns his hand, opening his palm to you. For a moment, your fingers linger, tracing the creases in his hand, before finally intertwining your fingers with his. He turns his head to you, a soft and inviting small on his face. He breaks the silence, whispering an 'I love you, so much', before the silence lay over you two once more.

-Bonus! Johnny Cage AND Kenshi Takahashi

They both agree not to smother you and take their time with you and your comfort. Since most dates and activities will always center around all three of you, they're specifically gentle with you, and are rather hands off with both you and each other (as hard as that is for them).

Just because they are comfortable with each other and each other's touch, doesn't mean they are going to flaunt it. Kenshi believes the ideal is to slowly incorporate you into events. To suffocate you with the idea of touch is too much.

And they do just that. Johnny follows Kenshi's lead, really. Neither of them can live without your touch, and the idea of turning you away is a mutual fear.

When you found yourself between Kenshi and Johnny, simply "watching" a movie from Johnny Dearest, you ended up placing your head in Kenshi's lap, and your legs in Johnny's. You were tired, that was all. Just so happens you had the most comfortable men to lay on. Johnny gave Kenshi the most bewildered look, before realizing the man was still blind. But regardless, Kenshi almost shared the sentiment. However, Kenshi didn't waste his chance. He places his hand on your head, scratching at your scalp. While Johnny just revels in the fact that you've finally warmed up to them.

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[leighbaylee]

🖤 ₊˚⊹ — eldest daughter of the malfoy family (1) #DISCONTINUED

parring ➵ draco malfoy x sibling f!reader

summary ➵ family portraits with your little shit of a younger brother.

age of parring ➵ 16 - 18

warnings ➵ fluff

extra ➵ might become a multi - part series, but don’t take my word for it. reader’s middle name is named after bellatrix. thanks to @cafekitsune for banners! second chapter here.

here you were in the manor, in your large but dull gloomy dark room. subtle touches of your personal belongings scattered all about.

you’ve gotten news from your father, lucius, that the family was gonna retake yet another family portrait, it would’ve bugged you then but it happened every year. so what could’ve you done?

you were touching up your hair, defining your blowout and pining it up in a nice up - do, as your mother, narcissa, requested. you applied your favorite lipstick/lipgloss before you heard footsteps approaching.

you looked through the reflection of the mirror on your vanity as you added your desired pair of earrings, some bracelets, and layering some necklaces. the final touch being a matching ring you had with draco.

it was a simple stacking ring, engraved with your full first name, middle inital, following with the complete last name on it. you had a matching one with draco.

DRACO L. MALFOY — Y/N B. MALFOY

the baby of the family, who has grown to a young man, walked in without knocking. you clicked your tongue in annoyance, draco got the memo.

❝ m-may i come in? ❞

❝ you are already in. ❞ you scoffed softly, noticing the scowl on his face.

❝ sorry. ❞ he said blandly, you replied saying ❝ don’t worry about it dray, i need your help anyway. ❞

you sat up, walking up to a full length mirror in the left corner of your bedroom, draco following behind.

you fixed any sort of crimple and wrinkle on your dress whatsoever with a whip of your wand.

you presented yourself with a elongated black maxi dress, with a slit on the left side revealing your leg, the bust lined with black lace detailing, the same detailing of the thin straps.

you sported a pair of black crystal covered pointy toe high heels, a beautiful glamorous black cluster crystal on top of it. it was from a muggle high - end store, something along the lines of jimmy choo.

you ran your hands every curve, admiring yourself and catching a glimpse of your dark mark on your left arm, running your hand up and down the same arm.

as you did so, you were unaware of what draco was thinking.

draco malfoy, disliked by his fellow peers in the same year, most in a complete different house, known for his undeniable prejudice toward blood status.

one thing he was also known for was you, and he knew that of course.

anytime anyone would look, speak, or even breathe around you, he would always and constantly eye them.

he would clench his fist anytime someone would utter a bad mouth about you and disregard you as a person. no matter who it was, he would walk past and shove them so hard on purpose with no hesitation.

he absolutely hated people who would do so, cause you usually never did anything to anyone. back when he was a second year, you being in your third year, when the heir of slytherin was petrifying muggle borns, he never heard the end of it with the accusations of you being the heir.

reconnecting with the present, he looked at you lovingly with his hands in his blazer pockets. how he blazingly loved his older sister. every little thing you did, he always and never thought you weren’t the best at.

❝ you look beautiful sister. ❞ he said softly.

❝ you really think so? don’t you think its too much? ❞

he chuckled responding spontaneously with, ❝ too much or too little, you always look gorgeous. ❞

❝ oh i love you so much brother. ❞ you sighed placing you hands on his face kissing his forehead, being able to easier because of the shoes you were wearing.

you grabbed you favorite purfume, spritzing some on your wrists, collarbones, behind your ears. then spraying some near draco, giggling as he waved his arms coughing trying to prevent getting a feminine fragrance from attaching to his clothing.

❝ let’s be on our way now, mother and father have been holding up long enough. ❞ you ordered.

he enterwined his arm with yours eyeing down at your shoes, being patient with you as you have a disadvantage of walking quickly.

the both of you reached the hallway, sounds of clicking and clacking shoes echoed throughout the halls. draco was talking about the new school year at hogwarts approaching, to say he was displeased would be understatement.

the both of you kept walking til you guys reached the wall full with frames of family pictures. from the moment lucius and narcissa were engaged, their wedding ceremony, your birth, draco’s birth, both of you and draco’s first year at hogwarts ; and so on.

one picture caught your attention, you grimaced.

it was when you were starting in your fifth year and draco in his forth. the thing that bothered you so much was you short hair phase and short your dress was. it was way to provocative for a sixteen year old.

listen your hair would’ve been so adorable if you have gotten layers but oh well.

❝ oh my god. i looked ghastly! ❞ you almost shrieked.

❝ i cannot believe you let your little brother walk out like that. ❞ uttered draco disapprovingly.

it then turned into a five minute rambling of you calling your younger brother cute and squealing at his undefined face back when he was eleven.

draco only flushed and continued letting his older sister call him names he hasn’t been called in years, he was pulling on your dress mumbling for you to quit it.

unknowingly to the both of you, narcissa was watching her eldest daughter and baby son holding hands and giggling at each other’s portraits, telling stories of the days each portrait was taken.

how it made her happy knowing draco had you watching over him and growing up with a role model, regardless of the both of you growing up, you and draco will always be her children.

❝ draco, y/n, it’s time to get going. your father and aunt bellatrix are getting impatient. ❞

❝ sorry mother.❞ the both of you said in unison, quickly walking to in front of her.

narcissa stood on his tip toes, even with heels on, and kissed draco and you on the cheek, caressing her towering children as she smiled at.

❝ cmon now, run along! ❞

draco quickly ran to narcissa’s left side as you stayed on her right, both of you simultaneously wrapping your arms around hers and made your way out to the center of the manor.

lucius checked his watch groaning at the fact that his children are almost twenty minutes late to the shoot.

bellatrix cleared her throat impatiently, she had to meet with the dark lord in an hour, she wouldn’t be able to unless her niece and nephew were aware of the time.

nacrissa came in with a smile, one that both her sister and husband noticed in a heartbeat.

❝ narcissa, where is y/n and draco? ❞ asked lucius asked blandly, bellatrix glanced wanting to know.

before narcissa could answer, you and draco came in, making unnecessary fixes to your hair and outfits, holding out a compact mirror in front of the both of you.

❝ oh, my beautiful niece! you really outdid yourself, come here my sweet! ❞ bellatrix cooed as you smiled and closed the compact, walking up to her.

kisses were being plastered all over your face, lucius signaling draco to come up to his father.

draco went up and watched as his father fixed his tie silently chuckling at the sight of his beautiful daughter all dolled up.

❝ sorry father, it was my fault draco was late. i would’ve been at lot earlier if i hadn’t kicked him out of my room. ❞ you exclaimed softly.

❝ that’s quiet alright y/n, i should’ve known it takes young ladies a quite amount of time to prepare themselves. ❞ he grabbed your arm reassuringly.

❝ you know where to go, take the lead draco, y/n. ❞

you and draco obliged and went down to the living room and sat together in a forest green velvet vintage lounge chair holding hands, as the adults stood behind.

a couple of pictures, mixing it up quite often, it was finally the malfoy children portraits.

sitting down, standing up, backsides, and many serious and some smiling pictures later, the both of you hugged and you reminded draco how much you appreciated him.

the both of you snapped back into reality facing the wizarding world equivalent of a camera in surprise as a flash blinded the both of you, laughing at the moment that would make this yearly family portrait tradition memorable.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

[vrystalius]

hello!!!! i hope you’ve been enjoying my boops 😔✋ also, i wanted to ask if you could do a akaza halloween post where you’re celebrating it with him 😚 thank youuu

Celebrating Halloween with Akaza

He felt like a doll, being dressed up and dragged along for the sake of your candy hunting. You’re lucky he loves you.

Pairing: Akaza x gn!reader

His whole face scrunched together in an attempt to not sneeze right at your face while you were padding setting power all over his face. After you finished, Akaza let out a couple of coughs and wanted to scratch his cheek, but you slapped his hand away. You just beautifully covered the blue stripes on your boyfriend’s face and added lots of cute blush, some stars and hearts, making him look all pretty. You even bought some pink mascara for his lashes, but the nasty look he gave you after presenting it to him was enough to not use it on him. Perhaps next year.

Akaza didn’t plan on joining you on your hunt for candy, instead keeping an eye on you from the safety of the rooftops, following you from up there and watching you have fun, but after begging and begging for hours, he finally gave into being dressed up. He refused to even touch any of the princess dresses you offered to him but tolerated wearing his signature pink haori and some pink baggy pants you gave him. After crowning him with a cheap, plastic tiara and changing into your own costume, you dragged your boyfriend by his arm to go out and get candy. Akaza was silently brooding the whole time, trailing behind you while also keeping a small distance. He was acting like he doesn’t want to be associated with you while also following behind you like a puppy.

He glared at every child and adult that stared at him for too long, balling his fists together and using you as a human shield to hide himself to be further stared at. You concluded that your trip to gather candy should be cut short, or else Akaza might get agitated or overstimulated by being around all these humans, his costume might adding to his embarrassment further.

You sat him down in your bathroom and wiped all the make-up away, him groaning loudly after finally being able to touch his own face normally again. He patted his cheeks lightly, feeling around for different textures. Glancing in the mirror, Akaza checked the mirror for the his stripes and checked if they’re all still there (where should they even go? You’re not sure how he got the idea of loosing his stripes by putting make-up on top of them).

“I don’t like Halloween. It’s stupid. Humans use the holiday as an excuse to send children out for candy.”

Halloween used to be celebrated to scare evil spirits away— now that you’re thinking about it, dressing him up and going outside to collect candy did manage to agitate Akaza to the point of wanting to leave and never return. He was not impressed by the amount of candy you managed to gather. His humiliation is not worth one sad pile of it. As some sort of compensation, your boyfriend rested his head on your thigh while you sat on your bed and sorted your treasures, relaxing against you and watching your hands hold sweets and inspecting them one by one.

Akaza stayed the whole night and held you in his arms, until you finally fell asleep after calming down from your sugar-rush. Although he dislikes Halloween and hates being dressed up even more, your boyfriend liked spending time with you, however you may want to spend it. Even if it is to practice your make-up skills on his face.

💠

I enjoyed your boops very much, I evil and super booped at you almost everytime you did I think! Also, I sadly won’t be able to write the request you send in a month ago (about Nicole from class 09) since I am not familiar with the character or the media, and after reading through her wiki, I found out that she is quite the complex character :,) I am so sorry! I hoped you enjoyed this though. This is the last Halloween post I’ll make, I promise! XD This just was too nice to pass up on!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3

Take care of yourselves!

[hikari-kaitou]

Translation from Gyakuten Saiban Fan Book

What sort of person is Miles Edgeworth?!

Phoenix's best friend and rival, Edgeworth, has gained a reputation among fans throughout the trilogy of being a man who carefully hides the chinks in his armor. Mr. Inaba and Mr. Iwamoto seem to have rather different opinions on the finer points of his character.

Mr. Inaba's comments

Interviewer: What blood type do you think Edgeworth is? (T/N: in Japan, it's believed that blood type reflects a person's personality)

Inaba: I happen to think he's type B.

Iv: What gives you that impression?

Ia: It's not so much that I dislike B types as I find them intimidating. They seem strong and I feel like I can't stand up to them.  I think good-natured people can generally be found in the O type category (lol).

Iv: By the way, what type are you, Mr. Inaba?

Ia: I'm a meticulous, cleanliness-loving A type Virgo. Also, I think Franziska is an A type like me. On the outside, we look like punks, but we have a fragile side that comes out looking a bit crybaby-ish sometimes. Kinda cute, don't you think?

Iv: Actually, most players seem to feel that Edgeworth is an A type Virgo (lol). So how about his birthday?

Ia: In the winter. I feel like winter suits him.

Iv: What sort of place do you think he lives in?

Ia: Definitely not in an official residence. He seems like he's probably swimming in old heirlooms (lol).

Iv: What sort of hobbies or luxury foods do you think he enjoys?

Ia: I feel like he probably plays some expensive sports and lounges at home in his robe with a glass of wine. My image of him is that he's like a host club host. His lifestyle is like a host's (lol).

Iv: Do you think he listens to music? 

Ia: I feel like if I say he listens to classical, that would make him seem too proper, so… I think he listens to new and old American and European music equally.

Iv: Do you think he has a cellphone?

Ia: He's definitely got one. One with a simple but sleek design.

Iv: And finally, what do you think his type is?

Ia: Hmmm… someone warm, I guess? This is kinda basic, but I feel like he cares more about how someone is on the inside, rather than their appearance, and he probably prioritizes personality. He might be surprisingly disinterested in women. Maybe he'd accidentally treat his partner coldly or something. Oh, I kinda touched on this earlier, but for Franziska, I think she seems like the type who'd be difficult to win over but would fall in love surprisingly easily, so I hope Edgeworth will do his best (lol).

Mr. Iwamoto's comments

Iv: Mr. Inaba said he thinks Edgeworth was born in the winter, and players overwhelmingly agreed with that. What do you think, Iwamoto-san?

Iwamoto: Edgeworth was born in June, just like me who voiced him in the games! And I think he was born in Chiba Prefecture because I was too (lol).

Iv: So from your position as the voice of Edgeworth (lol), what type of place do you think he lives in?

Iw: Either a designer penthouse, or somewhere surprisingly simple, like a place with plain concrete walls. I feel like he lives in an unexpectedly functional apartment. At least more than you might think, based on his frilly outfit.

Iv: So considering the type of room you imagine him living in, what sort of clothes do you think he wears at home?

Iw: Clothes that are out of touch with reality. Like the kinds of things most normal people wouldn't wear, or like… Like he wears silk just because, or instead of a regular shirt, a prince-like blouse. I feel like Manfred Von Karma probably influenced him there, but he dresses more plainly now than he did when he was younger (lol).

Iv: Maybe he started to notice that he didn't quite fit in with others (lol). It might be because of his frilly clothes, but he seems to be in better shape than Wright. Is his build based on your own, Iwamoto-san?

Iw: No way (lol). But I did sneakily make him the same height as myself.

Iv: Since he's in such good shape, do you think he does sports?

Iw: Maybe long distance running. He seems like the type who might go out jogging by himself in silence to "outrun his sins…" (lol)

Iv: What do you think his blood type is?

Iw: B type. I don't really have any real basis for that, he just strikes me as a B type.

Iv: And what do you think Edgeworth's type is? 

Iw: Let's see, maybe someone enthusiastic and passionate? (Lol) Like maybe he likes the kind of person who charges recklessly into things? And that's not just for women but in general the type of person he likes.

Phoenix version

[onyourhyuck]

You Rock My World. | L.DH

— Prologue: “I’m not interested in fresh meat.” + “I can rock your world.”

— Summary: You are invited to Johnny’s dj party and you weren’t expecting to get approached by the new freshmen Lee Haechan.

— Genre: SMUT SMUT SMUT MINORS DNI. Virgin!hyuck. First time sex. University setting. Sort of a frat house. Hyuck is too confident for his own good.

— Notes:

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Johnny hosts the wildest parties. Everyone knows that and anyone who went to his parties come out hammered to the point the next day they don’t remember or, they don’t come back knowing it was too much for them. You’re one of his close friends. You both are in the same class for years up until senior year.

You’re looking for some suit of entertainment for your liking and Johnny knows you want to get laid tonight. It was your goal.

“So let me guess,” Johnny laughs. “You’re looking to get laid by someone tonight.”

You have no shame admitting to this, the point of this senior dj party he is hosting was to find someone to take you to bed. And then you leave the place of the person and never come back. It’s simple. One night stand. The party was loud and the music was honestly so uplifting; Johnny really knows how to make some good dj songs. He’s been working on it as a side hobby for a while. And he decided to finally take on a dj party bringing it to the seniors and some other grades joining.

“It’s been a while since I did the deed. I’m starting to think about what I’m missing out on.” You’re right you need to let loose somehow. You don’t have time to date so nonetheless you are quite literally touch deprived. University has kept you unbendingly close to your studies and you hate to say it but you neglected a part of your self esteem. You just need someone to hold you tonight. That’s all you need right now. Johnny smirks, he knows sexual frustration when he sees one. “Hook yourself up I guess. I brought some friends with me so why don’t you meet them? Who knows they might be interested in you.”

Johnny has a lot of friends. He’s got many social groups he’s in and one of them was actually his main group consisting of friends you have met before on a part hang out. Yuta, Jaehyun, Mark, Taeyong, Doyoung and someone else was there you don’t quite recognise. He couldn’t be in your grade because four of them are in your class. Mark is in the grade below you. But you’ve never encountered this boy with them. He was laughing and playing around with the boys. He had luscious brown hair, and eyes that can kill you if they ever looked at your way. He was young, well he certainly looked young. He dressed comfortably and casually to the party which makes you think he’s down to earth.

He seems like he was a fun young guy, but you could sense a slight childishness from him. And you dislike the youthful energy he’s giving. You’re most certainly convinced he was a new, young freshmen in your university who’s just getting started and this must be his first ever party from university he’s gotten into.

“Johnny,” you call out making your friend stop on the tracks as you were driving through the crowd in the party. The hint of smell alcohol gave was invisible to your nostrils by the minute. “Who’s that guy with Jaehyun?” Your eyebrows raise up.

Johnny looks over to the group he was going to approach with you but since you stopped he made sure to take a pause taking a glance at where your attention is located at. The moment his eyes found who you meant he laughs openly. “Oh Haechan?”

‘So that’s what his name is.’

“Haechan’s the new freshmen we met yesterday. He’s pretty cool actually.” Johnny smirks. “The guy has a lot of potential to joining our frat club becoming a permanent member.”

You knew that if a freshmen had a high chance of becoming a permanent member they were absolutely bat-shit-insane. The frat parties are no joke. They could genuinely kill someone for how crazy and insane they can go.

“He doesn’t look like he’s made of much.” You retort back keeping your stern gaze on the boy in the far distance.

Johnny smirks. “I thought the same.” But it looks like his opinion has changed on that and you wonder how? How did someone like Haechan become instantly popular with the seniors at the frat house? You were intrigued no doubt about it.

But you were doubtful of him.

There’s no way a young guy like him who’s barely experienced the life you’ve seen throughout being in this forsaken university would last less than ten second in that frat house because you’d know; you hooked up with plenty of frat members in there. You’ve been in their rooms, their house. You even slept over once because Johnny let you. You been to Yuta’s bed. You’ve been to Jaehyun’s bed too. Johnny very much wasn’t someone you hooked up with but he certainly let you stay over in his room when you were hammered. He even took the damn couch just for you.

They were animals. Barbarians. Haechan doesn’t look the image. He looks more like an innocent looking guy who shines bright wherever he goes. You just can’t shake the idea of someone like Haechan doing crazy menacing things like they do.

But maybe you judged him too much and quick.

The next minute you were approached by someone you weren’t quite expecting. You’ve been having drinks with Yuta and Jaehyun who were equally glad to see you at the party. They weren’t sure if you were coming at all but it seems like you had second thoughts and joined after all. Even though you slept with both of them by hooking up separately they didn’t seem to mind that you slept with them. In fact they find it quite alluring.

The voice strikes you behind. It was a flirtatious tone something you can sense from miles away. “Hey there beautiful mind if I buy you a drink?” And you feel your eyes glued on the innocent face of his though his tone was quite the opposite it was very much challenging.

“No thanks.”

You squint your eyes before gazing away drinking your own drink that you bought for yourself. Haechan saw that you blatantly ignored him so he moves to the seat next to you leaning on the bar with his arms stretched flashing you a devilish smirking expression. You tried your best to ignore the younger boy. He thinks he has a chance with you? A senior? You have better things to be doing with someone who actually understands your needs.

He complains a little. “Oh come on don’t do the push and pull game and let me buy you a drink sweetheart.” He was so condescending when speaking to you and you chew on your tongue the minute you feel your tongue out to strike him with cruel force of your words.

You don’t want to pick a fight with a dumb freshmen who thinks he is all the game he has.

You smile in a fake manner turning to face him. Haechan was truly intrigued by your dark eyes hovering above and over his own. He loves when you were getting clearly annoyed by his persistence. Maybe he likes seeing you angry and try not to seem like you’re interested.

But he knows you were watching him for a reason in the first place and now you’re pretending you are now. You’re sly and Haechan knows your game because he’s done it before.

“Look here newbie.” You reprimand harshly meaning it with your chest when you say these lines. “I’m not interested in fresh meat.” Haechan laughs as if that’s the most bullshitting excuse he’s heard and he’s only been at the campus for a day or two.

You weren’t sure where he got the confidence from. He was a freshman who thinks he’s on top of the school list as if he owns everything you touch and knows in this freaking campus building. He spoke as if he was all that — as if he was everything you’ve ever wanted but you didn’t know that.

He chuckles watching you on the side handsomely laughing finding your words to be very humorous. “Oh wait you weren’t joking?” He giggles slightly as you weren’t laughing with him and you focus your glaring daggers in him.

Your silence was aloud answer for him.

“Darling how would you know that hm?” You raise your head up at Haechan wondering what he means by that? How would you know? Well because you aren’t interested.

“Because I know my needs.” You flatly said. “I know who I need to get my needs met. Some low freshmen like you couldn’t even get close to meeting them.”

The silence he gave you made army of goosebumps attack your arms and your legs. You wore your party dress which makes your skin exposed even though it was so warm unbelievably hot actually because of the amount of people at the party surroundings the area you feel so many shivers run your body when Haechan was silently watching you as if he took this as a challenge accepted.

You weren’t sure what this was but his eyes never looked away from you they were stuck on you entirely like he was ready to devour you; somehow you liked that. You liked that look he gave you and it made your heart hyperventilate out of nowhere.

“I can rock your world Y/n.” Haechan simply told you. Confidence oozing out though you were sure it could also be his narcissistic personality self. But you were convinced at this point.

Somehow. He was persuasive.

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You walk to the library to return a few things you’ve used to study for the material you needed. However you were approach by someone you didn’t want to find especially in a library setting.

You try your best to ignore it. You push the books back and tell the librarian you’re returning them. The boys - Yuta, Jaehyun and Haechan were together and you wouldn’t have imagined seeing the two people you’ve hooked up with and the guy who wants to hook up with you to be together and so close.

They seem like good friends from the corner of your eye you would be honest. It brings a low feeling in your stomach. It was almost kind of tense and awkward because now you are suspicious about them being together.

Haechan saw you enter the moment you came in the library his eyes couldn’t keep away from you. You felt his stares but didn’t say anything you were too busy returning the many materials you brought out of the place. The freshmen saw the two senior men smile watching him.

Jaehyun chuckles deeply as he knew exactly how Haechan feels right now. He probably feels so exhilarated and happy to see you. He was once in that position with you.

You’re the perfect woman anyone could ask for but the thing is you’re too stubborn and you don’t want a relationship. At least no one has made you think about one like that. Haechan on the other hand was interested in you. You were different.

Yuta saw Haechan’s fixated gaze on you and he smirks fondly. “Ah let me guess you want to get y/n in your bed?”

Haechan’s eyebrows squirm up. “How’d you know?” Yuta glances at Jaehyun and the two older boys give Haechan a look that says he should lose his hopes and dreams about bringing you to his bed.

“I can tell from the way you’re literally eye-fucking her dude.” Yuta replies. “You should move on bud. Y/n doesn’t do freshmen’s.”

“Why not? Is she freshmen ageist or something?” Haechan couldn’t understand what the big deal with you and freshmen hate is.

Jaehyun smirks. “She finds your kind to be quite… annoying. But I reckon you can make it work.” He grins adding. “If you try hard enough.” He was hyping up Haechan even though there was a low percentage of you ever giving Haechan a chance. He scowls at the thought of you rejecting him.

He will try hard enough.

You feel a tap on your shoulder. The same face you dread to come to you and bother you when you’re busy right now makes your body shut down. You hiss. “What do you want?” You look at him anticipating his excuse.

Haechan smirks facing you. You looked hot when you’re angry, did he tell you that before? You don’t need to hear it because his actions make it very obvious how much he loves to rile you up and have you become upset because he was becoming a pest to you.

“Whoa why are you so angry sweetheart?” Haechan said acting shocked and almost offended. You knew well he was acting. You scowl deciding not to respond to the boy.

Your book was pushed back on the shelf you reach for. Haechan by your side still as stuck to you as ever. It’s like he’s freaking taped onto you. It really irritates you now.

He saw your lack of response to him and instead of going away because he grew tired you weren’t giving him the reactions he was looking for, instead he stayed by your side enjoying watching you putting back the books you borrowed. You felt watched by the freshmen.

He whistles. “You know I heard that if women are angry at you they missed you. I’m guessing you’re angry at me because you missed my handsome face right?” You want to tell him he was delusional and that he might need to get a doctor.

“I’m guessing by your silence I’m right.” Haechan said soon after your pausing silence again.

You turn to him glaring finally a long sigh leaving your kissable red mouth. He can see the glossy tint on your lips and it made them more or so very hard to not leap and kiss them. Haechan wonders what flavour of chapstick you have on, somehow, he wants to know more and more he keeps staring at them.

“Haechan. Don’t you have things to do or somethin’? Why are you here bothering me.” You can’t shrug the feeling of Haechan in your presence it very much upsets him that he was around you and only you. He speaks and speaks whatever he wants too.

And you really thought being quiet and ignoring Haechan would make him leave, but instead he stayed more and spoke like nothing happened.

He smiles leaning in. “I told you why I’m here. I can rock your world Y/n.” He was still on about that night. You frown in disbelief. “You really want to fuck me huh?”

Haechan pleads to you as if he was waiting for the moment to be heard and touched upon. He pleads softly with whines coming closer to you with his face. You feel your heart race when he came slightly closer.

“More than anything.” He states firmly. The flirty smile comes back on his handsome face again. You sigh. “If I agree to fuck you will you leave me alone?”

Haechan smiles nodding even though he knows he won’t leave you alone because it would be impossible to leave someone like you alone — especially when he’s about to have a taste of you. It will be hard not to approach you again. “I promise.”

He was lying he knows himself that he cannot stay away from you.

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You remember the frat house like it’s your second house only thanks to three guys; Yuta and Jaehyun. You were sleeping with them few times beforehand in different timelines. Johnny is your close friend and he happens to be best friends with Yuta and Jaehyun.

But now you’re taken back by Haechan a freshmen. The newbie of the frat house being the newest addiction to the house you weren’t expecting him to be bringing you into the house and holding your hand he leads you to the bedroom.

You agreed to fuck once and he would leave you alone that was the deal — but why was he taking his sweet time with you? You were almost left with impatience burning in your body.

The minute the freshmen room welcomed you inside Haechan closed the door behind you letting your eyes explore the bedroom. It was full of posters about such bands and tv shows he enjoyed. He had a desk occupied by textbooks that you recognise from your own freshmen years but that was ages ago; you’re a senior now at the university so it definitely brought back some nostalgia for you. Your heart skipped a beat when Haechan’s body leans by the door keeping the body against it. He was watching you so keenly seeing you look around and snoop your gaze about the room.

He loved watching you become so nosey and intrigued now. For someone who was impatient to get this over and done with you’re sure now taking your quiet time to explore his own bedroom he took you back to. If he’s being honest he brought you back into his own little space where he can do whatever he wants with you now, and he thinks that’s a honour on your part.

You trail tensely around suddenly with your voice gaping output at the younger boy. “So what are you waiting for?” You try not to seem like you were anxiously waiting for him to do something.

Literally anything.

But he can see right through your gaze that you were anticipating a lot of things but boy is he taking his sweet time with you. He chuckles. “What’s wrong with me taking my time with you Y/n? You seem kinda desperate to get this over and done with,” he comes forward now trending you over to the bed and to sit you down on the edge as his face leans down to make your eyes go from eye level to eye level.

“Or do you want this to be over as soon as possible so I can leave you alone?” He smirks watching your expression widen a little. He knew that you really didn’t want this to be over so quickly because you were probably nervous right now.

He can see it on your face; you were anxious. It’s been a while since you actually slept with someone so now you’re feeling the same ole’ butterflies you’d get as if it was your first ever time fucking someone. On your end it’s not your first but it is a first time you’ve done it after a few years.

It might be over two years you haven’t had sex with anyone and this freshmen is going to be your first choice now. Only because he was going to keep bothering you if you didn’t say yes to him. But somehow you feel your gaze finding him surprisingly cuter than you could imagine.

When Haechan’s pupils fell down to your mouth he starts leaning in to give you a kiss but you flinch away suddenly which makes the boy stop on the tracks and look at you in your eyes again.

‘You stopped?’ He thought.

The moment was perfect to kiss you. You were even leaning into it for a little second or two so why have you pulled away so abruptly from him?

You feel his eyes on you looking questionably at you as if he had many questions to ask what made you become like that. You murmur a little feeling your heavy breath. You weren’t used to your heart beating this fast.

“Sorry…” You begin. “It’s been a while since I did something like this with anyone.” You let out honestly. He didn’t know you were nervous but now that you truthfully opened up Haechan wasn’t looking at you like he was annoyed; most guys would’ve been frustrated with your nervousness self. You could barely handle him being close

Instead Haechan looks at you with a soft smile as he now pulls away sitting next to you on the bed. He shows you that it’s okay to be nervous. You were so confused by his gentle behaviour suddenly. He wasn’t being a complete fool or a horny ball of aggression anymore.

“Y/n you don’t have to apologise if you aren’t ready.” Haechan softly tells you as his eyes never leave yours and you feel your cheeks growing warmer by his good skill or communication. Why was he so good to you?

Your eyebrows raise up. “You’re not annoyed? You looked like you really wanted this to… happen.” Haechan smirks. “Oh trust me I do want this to happen. But I want this to happen when you’re ready for it to happen.”

You feel slightly more relieved and comfortable now. The more you sit and speak to him the less nervous you became and soon you stop fidgeting in front of Haechan. He was making sure you’re not being rushed.

And you admit; his voice was helping your heart to slow down and become a normal pace once again.

“Why do you want to sleep with me so badly?” I chuckle asking suddenly. It never really clicked in my head why he was only bothering me to sleep with him. Haechan feels his eyes slightly widen by the question.

He then smiles a little. “It’s a little bit of an embarrassing story.”

Your eyes flicker to explore the blush on his cheeks and you finally come to an realisation that he was going red: Lee Haechan was blushing the more he thought about his whole reasoning.

You smile reassuring the boy. “It’s okay. I don’t judge.”

Haechan trails softly as he feels a little more comfortable to share why he actually really wants to sleep with you. It’s a little more than just having a huge ass crush on you; it’s a little more than that. He puts his hands behind the bed supporting his lean body on the bed as he looks over at you trying not to fumbling over his words.

He simply chuckles. “I’m a virgin, actually.” Your ears perk up hearing this. Haechan was a virgin all along? You furrow your eyebrows at him for a moment. You let out a soft sigh. “You’re a virgin?” You couldn’t believe it at first.

Haechan nods. “Yep. I’m a virgin. I really don’t know why I want to sleep with you but the moment I saw you at the party I was just… mesmerised I guess.” Haechan said honestly he really trusted you instantly and he liked how you weren’t even into him at first. Maybe you still aren’t into him.

But you definitely were making a conversation together so he must be doing something right with you right now. He likes that you’re having an actual conversation now. You weren’t annoyed by his presence.

You actually enjoyed speaking to him. It looked like it and you found yourself reassuring Haechan softly. “Well… I wasn’t expecting you to be a virgin.” You chuckle.

“I don’t think I’ve ever slept with a man who is a virgin.” You honestly said as you smile a little. “But I can understand why you’d want me to be your first.” Haechan probably felt comfortable with you enough to have you become his first and something about that made your heart skip a beat.

Haechan smirks a little. “Why weren’t you expecting me to not be a virgin huh? Did I really look like I know my way around sleeping with others?”

You roll your eyes. “No, but, you certainly are persistent.” You add. “And you know how to speak to people.”

“Well Y/n,” Haechan begins leaning slowly closer. “You can be my first time.” You’re somehow able to no longer function the same way. You weren’t supposed to be into freshmen but Haechan was somehow an expectation for you that you can feel yourself falling into the conversation more and more until your lips suddenly crash into Haechan cutting him off from his breath.

The boy was closing his eyes tightly gasping when your mouth crashed into his. You pull Haechan closer as he fell on the bed flat on the back as you were on top kissing him with so much force and no longer restrain. The fact that you were chosen to be his first made your heart skip many many beats you couldn’t count how many times Haechan’s presence makes you feel like you’re some giddy school girl.

He might not be your first time. You lost your virginity a long time ago. But he was your first time in forever since you decided to have sex again.

Haechan feels proudness overcoming him with how passionate you’re kissing him making every last oxygen in his lungs to diffuse away. When you feel his shallow breath you pull away and quickly gasp when his lips were struggling to hold back. You let out a sheepish playful grin as your fingers focus on the campus hoodie he wore. You lift it up revealing his stomach a little bit. You felt some part of yourself going feral just seeing the small bits of his tan stomach and skin coming into view.

You never felt this passionate and good to fuck someone but Haechan really made this special. You want to give him a good time. Your first time was horrendous; but the least you can do is make his first time a great experience.

The upper clothing came off first. Your face found themselves in the croak of his nape kissing and gently sucking on the skin which Haechan hasn’t experienced before and he swore he felt a little bit of his soul ascending into the sky. Your mouth felt warm and it burns his skin so much with how hot your saliva actually was and your soft grazing teeth on his skin marking the softness of his bronze glowing skin. He was soft. He felt soft to kiss, to hold and to mark. You feel your last bit of restrain in yourself to vanish.

The boy groans when your mouth found themselves running down your chest letting your tongue leave a wet trail and in contract his stomach hitches in. You run your fingertips on his navel smirking against the way he must feel very overwhelmed. You could only imagine how hard it was for him not to be there going absolutely insane and nuts.

The only thing you feel was a hard bulge hitting your lower body and you smirk coping at the fact how hard he was in his pants right now. Haechan feels slightly embarrassed by how hard he got. It’s not like he was completely inexperienced. He kissed plenty of girls. He even managed to finger a girl before at a party in college.

But he was never this quickly hard for anyone else only you. He bites his bottom lip looking up at you and you smirk back at him.

“You’re making me go crazy over here, you know that?” Haechan announces with his red cheeks. You found yourself loving the sight of him being so reddish and embarrassed when blushing.

You whisper to him. “Why don’t you do something about it then?”

The moment you said this it was like a way for Haechan to take it as consent to flip you around on the bed flatly and he hungrily kissed you back. He starts to strip you like there was nothing tomorrow. As if the world was not guaranteed to become a thing again. Your skin shivers when his hands explore you running down your back and to your waist squeezing it when his lips broke apart from yours he found themselves looking down at yo it exposed bra.

He skilfully somehow — managed to unclip the bra with such speed and precision. Haechan’s mouth attached to your breasts sucking on them leaving kissing. You gasp when his mouth was searching every inch of you.

“Oh my—“ You couldn’t even finish your sentence without feeling a rush between your lower clothing completely stripped off. He was eyeing your panties down for a moment before looking back at your eyes smirking evilly.

You feel your cheeks grow pink. You knew exactly how much of a hypocrite you are when you’re soaking wet for him and Haechan feels some sort of pride in him building; he made you wet. He made you leak if anything.

“You know what did you say to me when we first met?” He pretends to not know watching your fearful eyes linger on his face. “You’re not into fresh meat?” He taps his fingers on your panties and you flinch at the contact of his finger running down and up your clit. “I think you lied Y/n. You are dripping wet for me and only me right now.”

“And you know what I said to you afterwards?” Haechan sneakily adds as your panties slip down to your ankles. He kneels up on the bed with your panties between his fingers. He was twirling them round his single finger and you seen the dark gaze he gave you. “I said,” The panties were thrown on the floor as he smirks. “I can rock your world.”

Haechan is about to show you why he can rock your world. He might be a complete inexperienced virgin but he wouldn’t be leaving you disappointed. No. You’re not in control as you think you are and Haechan’s about to change your mind on freshmen. He’s about to show you how he will rock your world to the point you will only need him again and again until you are never satisfied by another man again. He grabs your ankles pulling them making you slide to his body. He unbuckles the lower clothing on his body which only took a second for him. Your eyes were amazed by how quick he can strip someone.

Your pussy became more wet when the sight of his bulge comes out sticking to the beautiful stomach belonging to Haechan. You were in awe by his size and overall how pretty his cock actually was. You lean your head down on the pillow and the tip stays by the front entrance of your wet pussy. You didn’t even need to be stretched because you feel yourself loosening up by his tip alone. Haechan let’s out a soft groan when the tip he pulls in your entrance, your wet hole sucked his tip in so well and pushed it out. He could lose his feral mind right there and then.

You can tell how overwhelmed he was by slowly putting in his packet. You feel your insides becoming ready for him and Haechan’s cock was slowly trying to enter you. When he did enter you he let out series of moans and groans already because of how much this experience was so new to him. You feel your body adjusting to the shape he gave inside you. Your walls were throbbing already. Haechan couldn’t get used to this new feeling but one thing he new for himself was that he was addicted.

This sentiment was something he never thought he could have. Haechan bites his bottom lip gripping he bedsheets. He found your hands on the side next to your head so he joined them together now holding hands with you tightly entwined. Your eyes widen when he looks at you with bright eyes.

You can see the light reflecting in them.

It’s as if he has starts in his eyes and you feel so magnificently drawn to him like you were a magnet and he was the magnetic field pulling you so much closer than before. You softly let out. “You can move now…” when your bodies were adjusted he lets out a soft groan when the freshmen hips start to move.

The slow rocking motioning with his body hitting against yours made Haechan feel so much more pleasure than he anticipated. He always imagined what it would feel like to have sex. But it was nothing what he imagined. It was so much better and maybe it was your body entirely working out. He grew an addiction to hearing you moan out senselessly.

Haechan’s cock inside your velvety walls took suit right inside. It’s like he was made to be inside them. The further he pushed the more you sucked him in. You occasionally clench which drives Haechan to go into an overload frenzy and makes him stutter out his groans. You weren’t sure what you loved more; to hear him completely lose his mind or to have him go absolutely berserk. You assumed you loved both. You liked to see Haechan’s eyes roll back the more he thrusts inside you.

The more he continues the more the pleasure gets even more significantly powerful. Haechan wasn’t expecting it to get any better than this. “Your pussy is fucking amazing…” He lets out in the cape of your neck and you murmur a soft groan against his ears. “Really? Do you like it so much?”

He whines when you purposely clench around his length deeply inside you to the point you feel his very thick tip pushing on your sensitive g spot. “I fucking love it.” He grunts pushing on your hands further on the bed sheets he lets you start to squirm on the bed letting it creak.

The thrusts became mandatorily apparent because he was going faster now. Way faster than before it’s like he was now chasing the addiction to have the feeling enhance every minute of the moment he has with you. The sight of you bumping up and down on his bed. The headboard was literally getting rammed on the wall you swore you heard someone on the next door hitting the wall to tell us to shut up but none of us were bothered to stop; we weren’t listening to anyone except ourselves moaning.

Haechan can feel the way your walls were pushing back against him and he loves the feeling of how squishy they feel. You feel his hands grabbing on your stomach and your waist he pushed you back against his body rocking forth with you.

He was indeed rocking your world. The next moment you feel a sudden wave of light hitting you and the only thing you saw was a bright light advancing you to your body orgasm. Haechan slows down as your orgasm seems to have hit him with an overload of pleasure. The way his eyes widen seeing your pussy juice leaking on the bed sheets, you saw something behind those innocent eyes of his burning embers.

“You fucking squirted Y/n.” He deeply feels touched to see such an orgasm happen to your body; all because of him and only him. You murmur feeling your mouth drop agape.

“That was fucking hot…” Haechan softly whispers.

You never squirted before and you feel your body become overtaken by the after effects of the giant orgasm. You softly whine out your deep moans and he saw your chest pant heavily. Haechan smirks coming in hungrily kissing you shortly pulling from your mouth. Hovering ghostly on the edge as he starts rocking against you again.

“Oh god you’re going deeper…stretching me out so much… hold on…” You weren’t sure what surprised you more. The ability of him to keep going without showing any sign of slowing down or the fact he found ways to go deeper to stretch your hole out some more.

You’ve never had a guy go in this deeply.

This time he didn’t dare stop he went deeper by folding your legs upwards and you feel the space between you and Haechan diminishing. Your space was gone and he managed to keep going deeper and deeper inside your overstimulating body.

By the time you know it Haechan was a complete different person when he was inside you managing to touch every space in your womb. At some point you swore you feel his length become a part of your guts that was how deep he went in you and the position cramping your bodies he didn’t dare stop and take a minute to slow down when he was enjoying the way your body was so beautiful providing him this heavenly sight of your face worn out. Your pink cheeks were an evidence of how hot your body was becoming due to the pleasure he was digging in you; And for a moment you feel like you weren’t fucking a virgin— Haechan knew how to make your body tick.

Haechan soon croaks out when the overwhelming number on his body takes a toll on him as he was thrusting you against the bed. Your arms reach for the headboard grabbing it. The entire time the bed was making so many creaky noises and the headboard was ratting on the top of the wall. He looks at you with panic in his eyes and he suddenly remarks in broken sentences. “Y-Y/n… I- oh… I-“

You weren’t sure what he was saying at first because of how much he couldn’t form a sentence when the pleasure overtook him finally but you felt it on his cock deeply inside you he was twitching; the tip was twitching deep in you and you could take a hint what was about to happen now.

“Oh god Y/n… hurry tell me where do I release?!” Haechan wasn’t sure where you wanted it. He couldn’t wait any longer than a minute he was so close he even forgot that the pleasure has taken him over completely.

You look at him slowly as the headboard held by your hands loosens on the top side. “I-inside…!” You managed to let out as a wave of pleasure hits you when Haechan on the command of your voice was releasing inside you. You let out a great sigh and Haechan was the one who let out a high pitch pause closing his eyes so deeply.

The both of you stayed in the moment frozen. Your bodies were overworked like a hard drive and somehow you found your muscles loosening meanwhile the warmth of the liquid in your body was overfilling you deeply.

Haechan was so dazed out. He felt dizzy at some point when he looked at you and he saw later how your expression looks at him worried. “Haechan are you alright?” You asked in a soft tone.

The boy looks back at you with a soft smile. You spoke and asked him if he was okay. He couldn’t help but laugh and hoarsely speaking to you. The way his voice was nearly gone from the way you had him moaning and groaning for the past hour and a half. Maybe even slightly more. “I’m okay…I feel… amazing.”

Your worrisome expression vanished and you lay back smiling. “Good… I’m glad.” You’re happy that he enjoyed his first time with you. It’s the least you can do for him.

He looks down at your lips eagerly leaning in to pull you into a loving kiss and you sat there with your eyes widen by surprise. He was kissing you with a lot more sweet emotion than he has before.

He whispers. “I can go for a round two right now.”

You couldn’t believe it but you feel his length hardening a little while he was still inside you refusing to move out. You feel your head lung on the pillow. You never thought that this virgin boy— well he wasn’t a virgin anymore, would have so much energy in bed.

He smirks seeing your expression to be quite shocked and honestly he doesn’t blame you; you look a little worn out but he cannot help it but want to make you feel good again and again. After all his goal was to make you feel like he was the one who managed to make you satisfied.

Haechan’s lips lean to your ear whispering close to your face with a devious smirk. “I did say I will rock your world. And I’m sticking by those words Y/n.”

He did rock your world now and he’s about to do it again.

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[purrrtasticsnake]

Imagine: Jay as your sub

Pairing: sub!Jay x femdom!reader

Warning: slight smut, BDSM themes

(This is a repost of something I wrote awhile ago, which got removed from Wattpad, so don't take it too seriously).

 ~•~•~•~

• Service sub: He's a bit of a pleaser to say the least. Doing chores for you has become one of his needs, because it gives him so much satisfaction to just do as told and not having to think about anything else.

That's also why you started adding more rules and protocols. As soon as he does one thing incorrectly, he gets punished for it. Which might sound cruel, but he actually loves punishments.

• Chastity: Throughout most of the time, he has to wear a cock cage. It prevents him from touching himself and getting hard. You own his orgasms, so it only made sense to become his keyholder. This is one of those rules that Jay absolutely goes crazy for. Just feeling desperate and knowing that his dick only belongs to you makes him feel euphoric.

When you finally release him from his cage, the adrenaline starts rushing through his body, and he falls in love with you all over again. But even when you unlock him, he's not allowed to just do anything he wants. You'll either give him instructions how to touch himself, or you'll handle it yourself.

• Hardcore: It's really embarrassing for him to admit, but getting handled roughly is his biggest turn on. Hair pulling, face smacking, impact toys, ...it puts him into subspace superfast. He even has a collar that says 'pain slut' because that's literally what he is. 

You've tried countless things on him like, electroplay, staples, waxplay, the list goes on. To your surprise he's never disliked any sort of painful stimulation. Aftercare is a must in this relationship.

☆ Choosing Game: ☆

(● = his choice/preference)

1)

○ rewards

● punishments/funishments

2) 

○ getting spoiled by Domme

● servicing his Domme

3)

● petplay

○ ageplay

(Esspecially dark petplay)

4) 

● obedient

○ brat

(He'll only act disobedient when he's desperate for a funishment)

5)

○ praise

● degradation

6)

○ bondage

● impact play 

7)

○ exhibitionist 

● voyeur

8)

○ low protocol 

● high protocol

[skzhua]

BESTIE SJSJSJ FIRST IMMA SAY YOUR ANGST WITH THE HAPPY ENDS? ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL LIKE IVE READ PLENTY AND NEVER COULD FIND ONE THAT SCRATCHED MY ITCH (or whatever they say)😭 SOOOO I SAW UOUR REQUESTS WERE OPENED AND I RAN HERE😭😭😭 i don't have a very ... Particular request like idk the exact word but it's basically just a smol thought you can write if you like💀

So basically stumbled upon a video of Binnie talking about how memebers are when angry and him sayin all it takes for him to calm down IS ANY SORT IF PHYSICAL TOUCH

Simply shakes me to the core every time I think about him being putty in my hands 🫦🫦 (no calling me out for being delusional i will police and jail)

Idek know how to base an entire one shot around just this tiny thing so let's just pretend i was gushing if you can't either 💀💀💀

The Three Times Changbin Got Mad, and the One Time He Didn't

MASTERLIST

Pairing Seo Changbin x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff.

Word Count: 1,777

Warnings: Swearing. (not proofread yet!)

A/N: Like you said, extremely hard to base off an entire imagine just from this so I'm sorry if this is shitty. I tried real hard for inspiration to come but Changbin is such a soft person in my mind that I genuinely can't wrap my head around him getting angry lmao. I hope this does the trick!

In the few years you had been dating the man, Changbin liked to consider himself as a calm person. In fact, he only got angry a few times. But those few times were intense.

one.

JYP criticized his song. By then, it was no surprise to anyone that Changbin had some dislike towards his big boss. However, it was not the first time he got some harsh reviews on a demo. So why did this one in particular made him especially pissed? Because he wrote it about his lover, you.

When he wrote it, he hadn't seen you in days and missed you terribly. He gave his all to this song as he arranged and composed it only a few days after writing it. Once you finally found the time to see each other, he was so proud to show it to you. Of course you loved it and almost cried because, come on, how sweet is it that your boyfriend loves you so much that he makes a song about you?

Apparently, it was not enough to be released as an SKZ-RECORD.

"Is it the melody? I could change the hook for-" Changbin started, but Chan put his hand on his shoulder as to stop him from speaking any more.

"It's not just the melody. The lyrics are very explicitly directed to a significant other and some fans might react poorly to it. Plus, it doesn't sound like the kind of music you'd release. Your tone is too soft unlike usually."

Changbin was baffled. "Too soft? What about it? Do you expect me to sing about the love of my life while growling?"

Chan felt the tension growing. "Bin, it's not-"

"You think it's bad too?" he scoffed.

"I didn't say that but-"

"No, I get it." he cut him off again. "Thank you both for the feedback."

And just like that, he stormed out of the room, heading straight to the gym. It was the only he thought of letting out the build up rage his coworkers had caused. Music blasting in his headphones, doing his nth squat, he still couldn't calm down. As he dropped his dumbbell in front of him, his attention was drifted to the door opening to his left. Jisung stood there with a small smile. Changbin removed turned off his music and greeted the younger man with a wave. Jisung dropped his things in the corner of the room where the lockers were located before he joined him.

"You started without me?"

Changbin nodded, sweat dripping on his face. "I left the company early."

"Chan told me."

Not wanting to discuss about what had happened, he turned his music back on and went on with his workout. Jisung got the message and didn't bother him any further. They exercised together in silence.

An hour later, they left to go back home. It was no surprise for anyone when Changbin didn't take the time to greet Chan when he walked in the dorm as he went straight to his room. He pulled out a bag and then dialed your number.

On your side, you were doing nothing but watching a movie. Not having gotten the proper sleep for a while, you were dozing off easily. The ring coming from your phone woke you up immediately. Recognizing the contact picture of your boyfriend, you wasted no time to answer.

"Hey." you answered with a yawn.

"Hey." Changbin said softly. "Did I wake you up?"

"No." you chuckled. "What's up?"

He sighed in hesitation. "Can I come sleep at your place tonight? Something happened at work and I can't seem to calm down."

"Of course you can, but I might be already asleep when you come."

"It's fine with me, I just need a break from the guys for a bit."

Although he couldn't see, you smiled sadly. If he needed a break from the boys, it meant something really bad happened. Otherwise, he would try to fix things instead.

"Alright. If I don't answer the door, just come in, okay?!

And that's what he did. He did argue a bit with Chan whether it was a good idea sleeping at your place when they had an early practice the next day. Still, he left harshly and went to your apartment.

As you had predicted, you had fallen asleep already. His heart did get lighter at the sight of you, but he still had this knot inside of his stomach. In silence, he slipped under the covers and closed his eyes.

two.

Changbin was already having a bad day. Not having slept much the night before, he was most definitely exhausted. So when Minho pointed out that he did not do a move the right way, it only fed his anger.

"We've been doing this choreography enough times, you should be able to do it properly." Minho sighed. "Can I see it again?"

Changbin suppressed any sign of annoyance and did as told. And he made the same mistake again.

Minho shook his head. "Try again."

And again, same thing.

"I'm sorry." he apologized in a small voice.

"We have a showcase tomorrow, you are supposed to master the choreography." Minho exhaled. "Again."

And it was the same. Maybe having called you until late at night was not a good idea after all.

"What is it with you today? Stop think about Y/N and focus."

That reached Changbin's limit. He would take any criticism or even insults, but he would never accept someone bringing you up for no reason.

"You know I can do this move normally, can't we just move on?"

"I'm just saying if you weren't so distracted with her-"

Changbin scoffed. "Don't go there, Minho."

"Am I wrong, though? I get you have your own little adventure with her, but I still expect you to be doing this properly."

"We're only practicing."

"And we visibly need practicing here."

Chan walked to stand between the two men. "Alright, I think this is enough."

"Tell that to him." Changbin nodded his head at Minho.

"I'm sorry for wanting us to be at our best."

"So the best would be for me to break up with Y/N and miserably work non-stop here?"

Minho's jaw clenched, Changbin could see it. The lack of answer was his cue that he had enough of the day. With a decided walk, he took his belongings and didn't forget to slam the door behind him.

He would have called you, but you had gone back to your parents' home for the weekend and he knew how much you missed them. So he went to the studio and drowned himself in his music. Oddly enough, he had enough inspiration to write a song. It was mostly spiteful so he would never actually put it out, but it did help. Still, even after hours submerged in sound mixing and some recordings here and there, he could get rid of the anger Minho had grown in his core.

He really wished you were there.

three.

Jeongin stole his protein shake. For anyone else, this was not an issue at all. However, Changbin took his workout very seriously. So much so that it was almost to the point he'd pass it before the members. In this case, it was definitely that.

"It's half empty." he said through the phone.

The younger man having left to start his day already, he tried his best to justify his action from afar. "I stayed over last night and woke up late, this was the only thing I could digest quickly for the day. Anyway, you told me you'd make me one at some point."

Changbin scoffed. "I told you I'd make you one on the day you stop being a little shit."

"Hey, I have been nice for quite a while now."

"Congrats? What do you want me to say? Jeongin, this was perfectly mesured for me to get through the day and I was running out of protein powder so I was kind of counting on this one for my diet."

"Sorry, I didn't know."

"You could've asked at the very least."

"I said I'm sorry, really."

"Yeah right."

And he hung up, steam coming out of his ears as he stared at the shaker.

four.

The slam of the hotel room's door made your heart stop for a second. When your eyes laid on your boyfriend coming in, you calmed down immediately. Still, the look on his face didn't scream happiness and that perked some worry in you.

"Hey, baby." you said softly while he was taking his shoes off.

"Hi."

He didn't speak any more and dropped down on the chair opposite to where you were. You knew him better than anybody else but the expression on his face was unreadable. It was negative for sure but you couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly.

"How was the concert?" you finally broke the silence.

"The usual." he answered boringly.

"The fans?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "The usual."

Something was off and it annoyed the shit out of you. "Alright, what happened?"

"Nothing."

"I'm not taking this as an answer."

He sighed, already feeling defeated. He couldn't hide anything from you, even the slightest thing. He went up to you and sat on the bed.

"It's not that big of a deal but my mic was cut and I missed a whole rap verse."

You let out a breath. "That's a shame... They fixed it at least?"

"Yeah but I got nervous after and messed everything up. Chan was on my back for the rest of the night and it pissed me off. Like, I don't know, I was trying."

You shushed him quick by stroking his hand with your thumb. Instantly, you could see his whole body relax a little. You didn't need to ask for him to crawl next to you, allowing you to engulf him in a cuddle. Rubbing the sides of his body, you kept quiet as your sole goal was to comfort him.

Changbin felt his heart pound less and less as he melted under your touch. Affection has always worked on him as a way to relax but you were a special one. Your presence could be enough for him to forget about anything remotely frustrating. You were his safe space and he felt so much love for you, no shit he would calm down so fast.

"Thank you." he whispered with a smile.

"It's nothing. Now, how about I order us some food and we go to bed?"

He moved around so he could see your face and smirked. "Are you paying?"

"Don't push your luck, Seo."

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[nevermorgue]

ms hayley ! !! do you have hc's for how eulalie would interact with the misfit's cast? I feel like she'd get along with them all save for Montresor and will but I need eulalie content 🙏🏻

omg hiii. I think you meant to say annabel’s team because you brought up monty but I GOT YOU. I got you.

With Annabel

- Annabel finds her very odd. She is a bit bothered by how unpredictable Eulalie can be with her blunt words and tendency to not properly understand all social cues. Annabel Lee is a woman used to talking to people that are playing the game she is, so this is not something she is used to. - Eulalie is very perceptive, much to Annabel Lee's dismay. She notices when Annabel is mildly irritated by the way her eyebrows shift on her face. - Eulalie asks Annabel to give her doll curls like her. She does not (and cannot). - Annabel is horrified to see Eulalie putting two different tea bags into one cup. She wants to see what the flavors taste like together. - Eulalie isn't terrible at chess. Not on Annabel's level, but she doesn't mind playing against her. - Eulalie asks her one day why she's mean. Annabel simply responds with "Think me mean if you wish, I am simply surviving." Then Eulalie says something like "What is the point in surviving if you're all alone by the end?" She bites her tongue. She cannot tell Eulalie that she will never be alone as long as she has Lenore.

With Ada

- Honestly I think this could go both ways.

- Ada calls her creepy and finds her weird, but she doesn’t really dislike her company.

- Eulalie thinks she’s pretty! She likes touching Ada’s hair bow.

- Asks to borrow said hair bow. Ada only agrees because someone wanting to look like her NEVER happens.

- Ada is jealous of her singing voice.

- Eulalie mentions something about the length of the small intestine and Ada feels sick She just remembers an ax to the stomach.

- Eulalie tells her that she’s pretty a lot and Ada gets kinda mad bc she assumes Eulalie is lying to her because of her tone/the way she speaks.

- “Why would you think you’re not pretty?”

“Empty flattery will not get you anywhere with me!”

“It’s not empty. It’s quite full, really. You are pretty.”

- And she just struggles to believe it internally because compared to Annabel she doesn’t really feel pretty. But of course she just haughtily laughs and goes like “I know! Finally, you took notice!”

With Prospero - An unlikely duo. Eulalie is interested in his medical knowledge. He is mildly concerned about how much she knows about the human body despite having no medical career. - Eulalie's humming kinda reminds him of his mother. He'd rather die than say that. - She claims that he is mean too, but not as mean as Annabel. He takes mild offense. - She tries to curl a piece of her hair around her finger and put it in front of her face to copy his hairstyle. - Reading buddies. She'll blurt out a random fun fact about bones or something and he'll nod and add one of his own. Freaks. - Eulalie insists that when he's with her, all the "survival games" are set aside. She can tell it stresses him out. His hands tense up when he holds objects, and it's obvious even with the gloves. He's a jaw clencher too. With Montresor - As good as you'd expect it to be, really. - He calls her 'little miss' because she's anything but little. She literally would not care if it were anyone else but him. - He yanks at her sleeves because they're long and easy to grab. - "Why is everyone with great hair so mean?" "Aw, that's real kind of ya to say, little miss." "You’re horrible.”

- He tries to like intimidate her with close contact but she’s almost his height. Plus, she just doesn’t respond to that sort of thing.

- I think they’d be really interesting actually. He’s been compared to the devil, is considered demonic…and she has an interest in the occult. Imagine that.

With Will

- Honestly, not as bad as you might first think.

- She sort of pities him, but not really. He knows the choices he makes are bad.

- She’s happy to share things with him if he stares for a while. He’ll never dare ask for something, just kinda stare like a puppy until it’s offered. She won’t be cruel for no reason.

- She actually likes hearing about his writing journals.

- Will starts to instinctively study her face and body to learn how to become her even though he has no reason to. She can tell by the way he mumbles her words after she speaks sometimes.

- They’ll be sitting in silence and she’ll suddenly ask him what his loneliness feels like. Like uncomfortable questions that he can’t/doesn’t want to answer. But his reaction is enough of an answer.

- Allows him to turn into her so she can braid his hair.

[mashiraostail]

hi hello i adore your blog and your mundane turn ons post has 1000% been adopted into my understandings of the characters thank you v much. i was wondering if you happened to have any other nsfw thoughts laying around for wyll? hope you're well! <3

oh boy do i

I dislike the thought that Wyll isn't just as horny as some of the others, I just think he's a gentleman! And what a burden that is to bear!

He finds it easy to be taken by you, it is almost immediate. You're kind, caring, gentle and just simply good. He wonders where you'd been all this time, how had he never crossed your path before?

When you begin traveling together he finds himself more aloof than he'd like to be with you. he's worried you think he dislikes you but in truth his gentlemanly honor is hanging by an ever precarious thread, pulled tighter and tighter to snapping every moment he spends close to you. Or even watching from afar, which he is known to do.

He loves you in the sunlight, surely, he's hand plenty a fantasy about having you in the warm water of a well lit river or lake. He can practically feel the way your wet hair would stick to his neck and shoulders if he was to take you from behind. He imagined it all so perfectly down to the water droplets on your lips and collarbones. He could see you spread out on the river bed so clearly, your skin still tinted from passion, wet and glistening, you looked up at him with a perfect mix of adoration and lust.

All this isn't to say he doesn't love you in the moonlight. He fears the moonlight will be his undoing actually. You'd come to him in the dead of night with nothing but the moon above to light you, and light you it did, gloriously. When you first met, in the sunlight of the grove, you looked so brilliant Wyll wondered if you would wilt in the dark, he was so painfully wrong and his penance was a sickening sort of lust. He dreamed at night of you, naked and perfect in a clear field, the moon glistening above you, lighting you up. He wanted to look up at you at times like those, the moon was like your halo. He wanted to be on his knees, kissing you, touching you, admiring you.

His honor and desire for a true and genuine romance would probably be the death of him. For all of his romantic and perfectly lit daydreams he has plenty that are less...well kept. He'd be glad to have you on any flat, or partially flat surface you came across. Against a tree, on the ground, a log maybe, river beds, if there was no where flat he was sure he could hold your weight anyways. He could work himself up to hysterics just thinking about it. He'd be happy to have you slow and soft and gentle, to appreciate all of your body. He'd also be happy to take, to chase a carnal desire, quickly, almost bruising. To wrap your legs around his middle, to feel you pulling him into you, he'd imagined all the ways you'd say his name. The myriad of ways you could call for him and how he would get you to do so. The longer he knows you the worse it gets. Once he knows his feelings are returned restraint becomes almost impossible.

Your refusal to push him to move things faster is appreciated though, he knows he would give in, he wants to be sure he's careful with you, that you understand the time you spend together is creating a bond much deeper than the physical.

Whenever he decides to finally indulge himself, he is a rather talkative lover. He'll praise you, boss you around, and loudly voice his general appreciation for whatever it is you're doing. The only time he's quite is when his mouth his occupied with other things, which, to be fair he enjoys just as much as he does talking to you during the act.

He loves to have you in his lap, the feeling of your hands on his chest, the freedom it gives him to kiss and touch you anywhere, he's incredibly grateful for it. He does like for sex to be a complete act, he likes to take his time and fully appreciate you, but he can certainly be persuaded to run off into the woods somewhere for something a bit quicker, hotter and heavier while the others are distracted with looting or map deciphering or resting.

At first he thinks he won't enjoy these sorts of romps, but he finds the quick moments hidden away during the day growing on him quickly. Since his pact going sour he's found it harder and harder to envision a normal life for himself. It feels normal with you, to feel you take his hand and lead him away from the group, to hear Astarion or Karlach make a quip about your inability to keep your hands to yourself, it feels normal, like normal youthful love with no world ending problems waiting for you. He's grateful for all of it, he'll be sure you know that.

[orrianreaper]

GW2 people - Pitch me YOUR idea for an Expansion!

What's the theme, where are we going, what lore threads are we picking up on, what's the story premise, what mechanics do you think it could have.

I love spitballing ideas when I'm talking with friends so I'm posing the question To Everyone because I know everyone has some pet concepts floating around. As self-indulgent as you'd like, as unrealistic as you like, just throw ideas around, I wanna hear them!

The One I think I have the most rounded ideas for would be an Underwater Expansion. Picking up on the threat of whatever is terrorising the deep oceans, having some exploration of the Largos and bringing back in the Quaggan and the Krait maybe!

I love the sort of depths we get in maps like Frostgorge sound, and underwater combat has badly needed a rework and a tune up - there's loads of skills which straight up don't work and break entire builds underwater, and this would be a perfect excuse to try bring it up to speed. Maybe even make the underwater weapon sets function on land, to satisfy those who're after more weapons. You could make the maps a mix of true underwater and perhaps giant air bubble caves so you still had some land exploration even in maps otherwise set deep under the ocean. A map meta split with land phases and water phases. Additionally as personal bias wish, I'd love map event/meta design more like HoT. A map-wide Story with a few chains with specifically Build into the actual true Meta. I also simply love the idea of having a bunch of enemy designs based of the ocean and the abyss, there's so much incredible inspiration and interesting marine life. and biomes too! Give me a hydrothermal vent section in one of the maps, hell underwater 'water' in the form of brine pool 'quicksand'.

The Turtle might get some more use out of it's underwater, and skimmer would absolutely get spotlight as a skyscale isn't going to get you too far here - hell maybe even some speedy new underwater mount could be a fun addition to the roster.

I can see a plot being around trying to work with the Largos, The 'Terror of the Deep' being a danger and learning from them about how to survive the hostile environment and also convince them work with you to Hunt the 'Terror'. Maybe you come to the area of the ocean with the Quaggans and it's convincing the Largos to take them seriously as allies against whatever you're fighting? A quaggan companion character would be really fun, and you could easily bring back Sayeh al' Rajihd from the personal story given Largos involvement. I think not only would it be something very different in terms of the maps, which granted quite a few people might not like (thalassophobia reasons, or general Dislike of Water Gameplay reasons), but I think a rework of the underwater mechanics would benefit a bunch of places and it's something that really doesn't get touched outside of base game and maybe like, the Leviathans in EoD. There's so much neat creature design inspiriation swimming around out there, and I know so many people love the largos and even if not playable getting to see more of them could be neat! Also - it'd finally make all those legendary full people happy. A Legendary Aquabreather :P.

And a new suite of legendary underwater weapons since the G1 set. (and not themed pretty please make them all Unique.)

[wexhappyxfew]

Hi! I love your Silver Bullets girls, and Carrie x Douglass has a special place in my heart (even more since your last writing with them). So, for them I'd like to ask 35. (kissing their bruises and scars) from the Touch prompt list or 5. (the last thing they're thinking about before falling asleep is always the other) from the Subtle love list. 💗

HI FRIEND!!!! thank you so much for sending this and i am so so glad carrie and dougie have meant a lot, alongside the Silver Bullets girls (it seriously means SO MUCH and i always say it but its true!!!) THANK YOU FOR THE OPTIONS TOO!!!! i couldn't help myself and went with the second prompt (5) and decided to focus on some of their earlier meetings with one another and how they've developed into the people today. let's just say, i had a lot of fun! thank you SO MUCH!!!!! :D this was so much fun! <3 (and sorry for the wait for this....the semester was its usual chaos haha!)

greenland

(a/n): safe to say, for my carrie x dougie enjoyers, this was FUN to write. we get a bit into life before the annie bradshaw era of silver bullets! WITH captain birdie faulkner. BUT, because i am a sucker for someone who haunts the narrative and is simply talked about, we don't actually meet birdie here, just hear about her as a leader and all (a running theme!). we also get a bit into the storyline of what dougie means when he said he wanted to ask carrie to 'dance in greenland in THIS PIECE. and also carrie's dislike for greenland lmfao. please enjoy!!! <3

Greenland was anything but green, it seemed.

Maybe that's why the Vikings called it that - to freak the living fuck out of any sort of enemy that was bound to come this way and make them mistake what was actually a stupid ice block for well - 'green land'.

The landing had been less that superb and Captain Faulkner had dismissed them all to the bar to the left of the tarmac for the rest of the evening off.

Birdie Faulkner was everything, including a realist, and she seemed to understand that the rather harrowing conditions of their landing was something that required at least a drink or two before bedding down for the night.

With a half-finished beer, Carrie was sure that she could've fallen asleep in that very chair for the time being, but she had to present herself a best she could. With the newest B-17 group collected, Silver Bullets was formulated and crafted by that oh-so-brilliant mind of Birdie Faulkner, and they all had her to thank. And Carrie had to look a bit more put-together than usual - prove she's not just a wash-out bombardier with lackluster experience. That she deserved the spot in Silver Bullets more than anyone else.

"So?" a voice came from her right, settling into the other plush, leather seat at her side, the smiling face of Bessie Carlisle appearing as she popped open her own beer bottle, "Greenland, huh?" Carrie smirked and rolled her shoulders and glanced around.

"It's cozy, really," Carrie offered, "I'm considering taking a swim in the river, suntanning-"

"Okay, smart ass," Bessie said with a chuckle, her boot nudging her own foot, "can't say I'm complaining. Finally out of those training cycles, working towards the war. Maybe, we'll actually put ourselves to use instead of waiting just to go on a practice run." Carrie watched Bessie and then smiled widely.

"Love it so much that I may tell my future husband that 'Hey, we're moving to Greenland!', pack up the truck, babe, forget Brooklyn, home is where the grass is a solid as a fucking rock," Carrie said, sipping her beer, "not to mention the weather. I love to freeze."

"Someone's happy." a new voice chimed in, as Francis settled into a chair opposite them, sucking down a portion of her beer and grinning, "I've never seen you so enthusiastic about something." Carrie deadpanned.

"I'm really jumping for joy over here, Monty." Carrie told Francis, raising her glass of beer up in mock ceremony, "You know me so well." Francis and Bessie burst out into laughter as Carrie leaned back in her chair with a sigh and looked towards the ceiling.

"When the hell are we going to England?" Carrie asked, counting the flecks of rotting wood in the wooden ceiling, her eyes tracing the pieces that stuck out of the ceiling panels before losing her spot and recounting, "If I could just get another beer started, I'd be ready by tonight to head out. No pit-stops for me, I'm just fine with a beer stop and then jetting off to England and calling it a day."

"I wish I had the same energy towards that, Bergie, I really do," Bessie said, "afraid to say I'd ask for a few hours of sleep thought over that."

"Sleeps overrated half the time!" Carrie admonished still staring up at the ceiling, "How you gonna get a thing done when sleep's-"

"Exactly what you need." Carrie blinked a few times and into focus above her head came James Douglass - fellow bombardier, with whom Bessie had introduced on one of Carrie's first days after her transfer on base.

Carrie remembered first time seeing him coming towards them, with that carpet on his face he called a mustache, a sharp smirk, a rather loud, somewhat obnoxious voice, a quick hand-shaking, before he was wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pointing out to various areas along the base like they'd been friends for years - something that had caught her completely off guard. And ever since then, with their few chance meetings, they'd been nothing but a trifle of teasing jabs and somewhat good-natured fun.

Key word: somewhat.

Because she could never actually read James Douglass unlike Benny DeMarco or Hambone Hamilton who were just about as sweet to her as her grandma's hotcakes. He'd see her and beeline, make a few jokes, flirt shamelessly, and then go dance with the next girl who'd take his hand. He was quite the character and Carrie usually didn't engage in much conversation past when he'd come to seek her out.

Except now, he was hung above her like a hyperactive golden retriever, like the dog, Kering, that had lived down the street from the Achterberg's in Brooklyn all her life. Running out of the Wilkes house anytime the door opened, barking and sniffing and tearing around the neighborhood like a lunatic. Yeah, Kering the golden retriever who looked like he was a lunatic reminded her exactly of James Douglass.

Nice to know home was never far.

"What are you trying to say, huh?" Carrie asked, still slouching in the chair and staring up at him hovering over her. Douglass grinned at her, showing off his pearly whites and that charming look on his face and he let out a chuckle.

"You know, a little sleep never hurt a soul. Only reason we're even alive," Douglass said, reaching forward to rub her shoulder, "makes the brain happy or some shit. Makes people less….cranky."

"You calling me cranky, now?"

"Cranky. Now that's just one of many words-"

"Oh, you little-"

"Alright!" Bessie said standing and shoving Douglass pack from where he currently was occupying Carrie's headspace, "Nice to know some things never change." Carrie glanced at her as she sat up and Bessie raised a brow with a smirk.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Douglass said from behind Carrie, before he moved around her chair and took the other open seat in the grouping of four, and kicking back to relax. Carrie watched Bessie before looking at Francis, who was rather interested in her cup of beer, before glancing at Douglass, who was already looking at her.

"What?" she murmured, before he made a face and she rolled her eyes.

"How was the flight over, Douglass? Invigorating?" Bessie asked Douglass, with a smile - leave it to Bessie to be sweet as cream on any given occasion.

"You woulda thought Greenland would be, well, fucking green-"

"That's what I said!" Carrie butted in, getting looks from the other three, before settling on Douglass who was watching her, with a mixture of interest and annoyance, but she couldn't seem to decipher the two and sank back in her chair, "Greenland's cold as fuck, not some East Coast paradise I'll give ya that." She heard Douglass chuckle at that as Carrie took in more sips of beer.

"With the way we were flying in, I wasn't even sure we were gonna make it at first, I'll tell you that," Douglass said, "you sit in that nose and you swear to God that you'll smash right into the tarmac. Good ole Ev Blakely don't let that sorta stuff happen though."

"Yeah, a real crap shoot." Carrie muttered, "Thought Birdie was gonna bring us in sideways." Douglass raised a brow as he sipped his beer.

"Guess you can say they lied about the fucking weather, too," Douglass offered, "really nice place here. Could barely move my fingers and toes when I actually stood up fully." Bessie let out a chuckle and started sipping her beer again as Carrie narrowed her eyes at her.

"Hey, they're putting on some music to dance, y'all wanna come?" Judy Rybinski's joyfully said as she appeared behind Francis, "C'mon Bessie, I know that look anywhere, you wanna!"

"You know me too well, Jude," Bessie said, getting to her feet and finishing off her beer.

"I'm coming with! No shot I'm missing a chance at good music and good company." Francis said getting to her feet, "The company part may be a stretch-"

"Oh c'mon!" Judy said, taking Francis' hand before looking at Carrie and Douglass unmoved in their chairs, "You two coming?"

"I'm going to continue working on these beers, Jude, but I appreciate it," Carrie said, "Greenland's officially fucked me up." Judy let out a chuckle.

"You enjoy that then, Bergie," Judy said before looking at Douglass, "Dougie?" Carrie glanced sideways at Douglass who sat quietly, before glancing over at Carrie and then Judy again.

"Maybe next time," he said with a nod, "I promise you a dance, got it?"

"Sounds good! Don't have too much fun!" Judy called before she disappeared and some Artie Shaw began playing over the speakers.

"Good to know we have one thing in common, Bergie." Carrie slowly looked over at Douglass, that annoying nickname rolling off his lips like it had before, "We both hate Greenland." And he grinned at her and couldn't help but smirk back.

"First off, don't call me that. Second, you might be right about that," Carrie said, sipping her beer again, "you know that it's called Greenland because of the Vikings?" Douglass let out a chuckle and shook his head.

"Nah, you're fucking with me," he said, "the Vikings? The guys with the horns on their heads?"

"I'm not kidding," Carrie said sitting up and fully meeting his gaze for the first time since he had hung overtop her, "I swear to you, they did it. Tricking their enemies. For the sake of how much can they fuck a person in the head." Douglass watched her for a moment, before letting out a laugh and sipping his beer again, before smirking.

"Maybe they were just being smart," Douglass countered, "before they knew that it was just one sheet of ice for miles on end. Then they realized what a shitty name Greenland was." Carrie stared at him for a moment, before smiling slightly, unable to hold back her grin.

"You really know how to get under my skin, don't ya?"

"Guess you could say I know what makes you tick."

"Oh so now you suddenly know everything about me, huh?" Carrie said, leaning over to give his shoulder a playful shove, "Well, go on, what's my favorite color?" She watched him and noticed him glance at her lips - surprisingly - before moving back to her eyes.

"I don't know….blue probably." Carrie watched him and stilled for a moment.

"Uh….yeah, actually." she said quickly, and forced down the way her cheeks flamed (and for what she didn't know), "Alright, well, where do I come from?"

"Brooklyn." Douglass said, laughing at the look on her face, "Look, sweetheart, that New York accent ain't just a voice with Southern twang. I know if I was walking down the streets, and I heard your voice, it'd be you."

"God, what the hell." murmured Carrie as Douglass chuckled, "You won't get this - school subject." Douglass looked at her and then smirked before leaning forward.

"Something with math, right?" he asked her confidently, "You don't just get interested in this sorta shit without having some interest there." Carrie watched him and tilted her head.

"Are you mind-fucking me or something?" she asked him, "How the hell-"

"Just good at reading people I guess." Douglass said with a smirk, "Contrary to popular belief, Bergie, I usually know what I'm talking about. There's a reason I'm a bombardier and not just some journalist or something." She watched him and licked her lips.

"Is that why you joined?" she asked him, "The Air Force? Flying in B-17s?" Douglass glanced at her and nodded.

"Had to join the fight somehow, couldn't just sit back and let the fucking Nazis think they could walk all over us," Douglass said, finishing his beer, "that sorta stuff just don't fly around here. Well, except us. We fly." The two burst out into laughter, before they both died down and looked to one another. For a moment, they were quiet regarding one another with somewhat hesitant gazes as Carrie finished off her beer.

"Well, I'm gonna head-"

"Did you wanna-"

They both watched each other, before breaking out into laughter and righting themselves.

"You go." Douglass said.

"I was gonna head out. Get some rest. Pretty tired." she said quickly, her heart racing as she smiled at him with a nod, "You?" Douglass stared at her and for the first time, she saw the sudden shyness in his gaze as he glanced away from her and then back.

"Just…was gonna get another drink, but you head out, get some rest," he said, before smirking at her, "you need it."

"Oh, you asshole." grumbled Carrie knocking his shoulder before standing to her feet, Douglass following suit. The stood there for a moment, looking at one another - usually, if this were a Silver Bullets girl, she'd give them a hug, but with Douglass, she felt frozen in place. She stuck out her hand instead, to shake, and he shook her hand, and she felt more awkward than ever before, as she shook back. His handshake was firm though, and confident and suddenly made her feel like some 16-year-old girl in high school and balked.

"Well, I'll see you around." she said, stumbling back a bit, "Night!" And she disappeared quickly - like she always did. She found the barracks, promptly settled into bed, and then stared at the ceiling, counting the dried pieces of wood hanging from the panels again.

And she replayed the look in James Douglass' eyes - over and over.

And for the first time in years, all she could think about was James Douglass' eyes that had watched her like that, as she tried to fall asleep.

To say the least, it was the best sleep in months.

[spotlightlowlife]

Stolas Missed opportunity. He's a Helluva good villain.

Imagine a story where we have a someone who is respected royalty but doesn't hold the same degree of responsibility of others, a nepo baby who doesn't run a region and doesn't appear to run a business, free to chill in his palace and deal with his boredom and frustration by abusing his power and status, by calling on someone to entertain him, entertaining being of the sexually nature and the entertainer being of the uncomfortable corner commoner trying to better his life variety.

Once an innocent child who made a friend for a moment with a kid who was paid to hang out with him, he would form his first ever connection with another, however after decades of absence this one sided friendship would escalate to the transactional exchange mentioned, initiated by him when he was sad and mad and could do with a pick me up. He had no issue using someone he had a taste for but was ultimately disposable as a springboard to cause a scene and fallout.

This same someone grew up in his palace void of any parents but with servants who, are as far as this society is concerned, a social class just a step up from animals who superiors are welcome to treated as objects.

The awkward fuckbuddy is of this class.

All this alone would be the making of a great powerful villain. All this is Stolas content.

Only there's much more to it and it only makes things worst.

His backstory that was clearly intended to make us sympathize with and like him more, only it all added to his villain origin story.

There is no sex positivity surrounding his character, he was betroved as a small child following rare quality time with a powerful, very out of touch parent who just got done buttering him up, he was forced into a marriage where there was mutual dislike and forced to have a child as a teenager. This chaos was bought into his home. He remained in this marriage where he is regularly berated because he wanted his child, the only person he's decent to aside from his superiors, to live a normal life..

What does he know about normal?

At this point his perception of every and any relationship could be off.

Stolas is a lot like two fictional villan characters the audience root for dispite their victims being totally innocent.

Stolas is pretty much Patrick Bateman (American Psycho) and The Beast (Disney's Beauty and the beast).

With Patrick, so many similarities, hanging out at the social mixers he has no place being at, decadence and superiority, existing to work, the meaningless sexual relationship, sex negative interactions with sex workers, zero relationships with family (excluding Octavia who Stolas was made to have), many acquaintances to tolerate, zero regard for those with nothing and little proof of self awareness and understanding decency because both are very privileged and powerful individuals living in a hell like place where they can do whatever they want with no consequences because those they hurt don't matter.

Only this Patrick has had a spark light in him when he finally saw a plaything as a person and someone heroic, this was after Blitzø helped find Octavia, not that he had any choice in that matter, not like he was ever at fault for her absence i the first place that occurred on Stolas's watch at home as he entertained himself bickering over the phone during a visit and the grimoire she stole is her dad's property which he fails to safeguard away from home.

Accountability is lacking with him and generally highlighted when it comes to Octavia, the previous occasion he failed to hear his daughter the first occasions we saw him think about his ways.

His love for his daughter is evident, yet these examples show how much she is needed in his journey to decency.

Still there's a common audience trigger right there, he's not a great dad.

Stolas is comparable to The Beast as someone else who grew up in his own castle being raised by the workforce who would one day have an 'agreement' of sorts forced upon him. Years pass by and it takes that one person who he trapped but began to warm to for him to learn some decency, over time he wanted the best for this person even if that ment giving them freedom.

Though Disney's Beauty and the beast is child friendly, the beasts was pretty ferocious (totally lost in that bland live action) and Belle did have few options but to reluctantly be in his company. Belle, like Blitzø, is a strong willed and quick thinking individual (with an attraction to books), they may not seem the typical victims but this doesn't take away from their situation.

In other news.

Stolas has the most beastly looking transformation.

Mammon has been put forward as the leading powerful villain and as interesting as whatever his revenge could be, he's quite frankly adorable in comparison to Stolas. Ozzie, Mammon and Bee pretty much got bigger and a little more detailed whilst Stolas has the most intimidating looking transformation, one that appears to step outside of the artstyle.

His other form also got the most sinister introduction, he truly got to be creative and show us how twisted he was when he went to rescue I.M.P, the company run by his plaything who has his grimore, the transaction for sex.

He has been right there the whole time. It's unfortunate that the tone and a lot of the audience seem so opposed to a character intended to be a loved and charismatic figure also being controversial and certainly in the wrong. We have a sympathetic predator who appears to be learning and growing.

[glitchyko]

Inkypages headcanons? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🙏

My honest reaction to seeing this:

I think I could share a few of my headcanons for my absolute favorite lmk ship, it’s not like I have a lot- (thank you so much for asking this I need to ramble about these two dorks and all my thoughts and ideas for them I am absolutely not normal about them)

1: Their first kiss was absolutely nerve racking for them, both Tang and Macaque weren’t sure on how to go about doing this cause they’ve never kissed each other before, Macaque was pretty quiet and Tang was kinda rambling-

2: Macaque has his own sort of way of showing he cares, he’s not really shown affection to someone in a long time, and he probably gets kinda unsure how to go about it, but Tang can tell he cares

3: These two definitely try to steal food from each other, it’s fun for both of them and they come up with different ways to get from the other, it’s almost like a game for them

4: They’ve accidentally done the noodle kiss thing from the Lady and the Tramp, probably even multiple times

5: Tang is an absolute nervous wreck when it comes to more intimate and romantic gestures, he doesn’t dislike them, but he’s not the most used to them per se?

6: Macaque is definitely a tease, and it is very easy for him to tease and get a reaction out of Tang

7: It took a bit before Macaque was really comfortable with physical touch, specifically with his face and ears being touched, but once he was okay with it, Macaque kinda melts into Tangs touch

8: Macaque is comfortable showing his appearance without glamour when he and Tang are alone, though he was nervous when he first showed it to Tang, but Tang didn’t treat him any differently than before

9: Macaque shadow clones definitely are more expressive in showing affection and are more forward with their feelings and teasing. If shadow clones are around, you can bet Tang is gonna be teased and turn into a blushing mess-

10: Tang gets incredibly nervous when the giant macaque shadow clone is around, when he was first held by it he was absolutely on the verge of passing out, it’s not that he thinks it’ll hurt him, but it’s really big and strong and intimidating-

11: When Tang and Macaque do get more intimate and such, they tend to sorta forget about or not pay attention to their surroundings, they have definitely had times where they’ve were doing romantic fruity couple stuff, and didn’t realize someone was watching them or in the same room, until they noticed them-

12: Macaque enjoys listening to Tangs rambles, but he does also sometimes like cutting him off mid ramble with a kiss to tease him

13: They’ve tried on each others scarves, Macaque’s is super super comfortable, though it kinda smells. Tangs scarf is nice and easy to wear

14: Tang watches and really enjoys Macaque’s shadow plays, they’re very fun and Tang likes seeing Macaque do something he has fun with

15: If they sleep together, Tang is the one who ends up being held by Macaque, and when he wakes up he is absolutely flustered and Macaque is just grinning cause he thinks Tangs reaction is cute and funny

16: They like stargazing together, Macaque knows lots of good places to look at the stars at with Tang

17: Tang has actually tried food made by Macaque and it’s not bad, Tang can’t cook to save his life though so cooking is not an option for him sadly

18: Macaque has not shown Tang his video game and actually tries to hide it from him- (there may or may not be a Tang character in the game but who knows???)

19: Macaque was the one to first express interest in Tang (Wukong definitely caught onto Macaque’s feelings for Tang and was just waiting for when he was finally gonna go make a move, probably just straight up asked, “So when are you gonna tell Tang you like him?” With the biggest grin on his face)

20: When Macaque is telling Tang about his adventures, he does so with shadowplays and such, he likes having visuals and dramatic flair, he enjoys seeing how invested Tang gets in his tales

21: Macaque has tried on Tangs glasses, he thinks it’s kinda funny

22: Tang is not good at giving Macaque nicknames, but Macaque has really cute nicknames for Tang-

23: Macaque doesn’t let Tang work or study on something too much to a point where it gets in the way of him sleeping or such.

24: Macaque also has a tab at Pigsys shop, he and Tang have both not paid their tabs yet, and they probably have no plans to do so any time soon.

25: Tang has seen Macaque draw, he likes his art. Macaque has actually seen Tang draw before and he’s actually pretty good at it!

26: Macaque has done some monkey stuff with Tang before, like checking his hair for bugs and such, even though Tang is not a monkey, and although Tang isn’t used to it, he doesn’t mind it.

27: Macaque has carried Tang a lot in different ways for different reasons, and he’s acts like it’s just, business as usual depending on the situation

28: When Macaque is flustered, he’s quiet, kinda tries to act unphased, avoids eye contact. When Tang is flustered, he’s a stuttering, rambling, nervous wreck

29: Macaque sometimes likes to turn into an animal or other person or just use the shadows to sorta watch Tang, and Tang actually gets a feeling that Macaque is around when this does happen, even if he can’t see him.

And that’s all the headcanons I could think of on the top of my head to share, there’s most likely more but I don’t wanna make a long list, so I only shared a few of them. Thanks for letting me share some of my inkypages thoughts-

[not-5-rats]

I love being goth in Scotland /sarc (these people are so mean, like bro let me be creative-)

Bug Question/Scenario times <33333

1) Modern! AU

Be honest, ever taken an 'Am I Gay?' quiz? (Also what's ur Bugs sexuality/gender identity? I got a stupid doodle idea (it'll make sense when I show y'all))

2) Uh oh, Bodie worked hard and cooked your Bug a meal without knowing they really dislike one of the ingredients! Does your Bug tell him or just suffer through it?

3) Are they good at keeping track of their possessions or do they often lose things?

4) Bloodmoon Swap! AU

How do they hunt/kill people? What's their strategy?

5) Scenario #1 (this shit is super long I'm sorry bros)

Bug had been looking for Chester round the house for like 15 minutes, yet they couldn't find him. That was until they saw him coming out of the room his younger sisters were staying in.

He was clearly exhausted, his pasture was slouched, his eyes half-closed...he looked as though he was about to fall asleep right there. They asked why he looked like shit, he chuckled

"Daisy's sick, she couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, just kept throwing up- been watching her since like 9 last night and only now has she gone for a nap"

He dragged himself through to the living room then threw himself onto the floor beside the couch. He sat on the floor, his back resting against the couch as he sighed out of relief, finally free for a couple of minutes. Bug went and sat on the opposite side of the couch.

"...do you think I'm an alright guardian?"

Bug looked at him, clearly a bit confused by his question. They asked him to elaborate

"Y'know to Daisy and Fran. Out of all my siblings I'm the one least...suited to taking care of kids. Felix is social, caring, always got the energy to play with them, Audrey is organised, knows how to manage kids, can afford to get them the toys and shit they need! Whilst I...I'm just a grump, a sad asshole, who barely ever has any energy"

He pressed his face into his hand, rubbing his forehead as he went on

"They deserve somebody who's gonna be more involved in their life...more than I can give them. But there's no other fucking choice. Mum and Dad ain't in the equation anymore, Felix doesn't have the space for them and Audrey is so busy...they have nowhere else to go...but I'm not fit to be a parent, I'm not fit to take care of them, they need so much more. I just want them to be happy, but I don't think they are happy"

He let his head fall back on the edge of the couch, he didn't look upset, he just seemed blank. Dead even. The only hint of emotion they could see on his face was a shimmer of anger in his eyes..and that anger was towards himself.

What does bug do?

6) Do they enjoy celebrating their birthday?

7) Scenario #2 (ik I'm talking alot rn! It's the holidays I have nothing else to do rn lol)

Most of the Bugs had went out to town in order to collect some new resources, but Chester has stayed back to take care of the baby bugs. Bug had overslept that morning so by the time they woke up the Bugs were already gone...so they bad to stay behind with Chez and the little ones.

Bug and Chez had been talking bout how everything had been going the past few weeks, how the recent town visits had gone, Chez made some sort of joke which resulted in Bug giving him a rough flick to the forehead, this made him chuckle.

Suddenly Chez had to quickly run off as one of the young ones had gotten themself stuck in the top branches of a tree

As soon as he was gone though Fran appeared in his place, an unusual smile creeping on her face as she started quickly signing to Bug

'you know he really cares about you, he isn't very good at showing it but he really cares about all of you'

Bug smiled and questioned Fran on how she was so sure that he cared, she giggled before responding

'cause if he didn't he would've shut down completely when you poked him, he doesn't like people being anywhere near him let alone touch him at all'

Fran kept smiling as she looked over at her older brother, struggling immensely to get the little kid out of the tree. (Like comically on his tippee toes, arms stretched right up as the kid clung to the branches.)

Bug thought about all the times Chez had hugged them, not even just them, all the Bugs! He was always offering a hug, patting them on the back, poking them, etc...and all of it was just a big show of how much he trusted/ cared abt them

*hands the mic to you* here ya go

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