#Because even I need something nice once in a while

[dovand]

if this resonates with you. if your hair gets weird and frizzy when you brush it. look at me. when you next wash your hair—get it nice and wet, lather it up in conditioner, and comb it through wet. you can get plastic brushes that can live in the shower, or you can use a wide-tooth comb, or you can use your fingers. it will cling to itself, it will start to curl naturally. rinse out the conditioner (it doesn't need to be 100 percent out*). if you have a hair oil (like argan oil or coconut), apply it once you're out of the shower. if you're dry-brushing your hair/shampooing it regularly/sleeping on a cotton pillowcase/wearing hats or hoods/straightening it, your hair is probably pretty dry. find an old t shirt or something similarly soft (and not terrycloth, ie normal towel material) and gently scrunch your hair to dry it. if you're able, a silk pillowcase or sleeping cap or even just a folded-up silk scarf will keep your hair from drying out too much during the night. if you have long hair, don't tie it up tightly while wet—it will curl as it dries and accrue tension and probably break. tie it loosely or not at all. if you want it out of your face, hair clips are your new best friend. there are 1 million fancy, often expensive hair products** and some of them will work but some of them will just be fancy and overpriced. you don't need a super complicated routine—just some patience, an awareness of how curly hair is different to straight, a generous amount of conditioner, and the time to comb it through in the shower. your hair is NOT difficult, it is NOT bad, it is just DIFFERENT.

*is my understanding, anyway. i'm still not an expert so, grain of salt. i try not to fully rinse it out because then my hair just gets dry again but YMMV

**re hair products: argan oil and coconut oil are common ingredients, and quite labour-intensive to manufacture, hence the price. there's a spreadsheet on r/curlygirl of products if you want, but it's mostly US-based last i checked. there are loads of stupid-fancy products with fancy-sounding marketing and lots of adjectives (nourishing! organic! rejuvenating!) but you don't necessarily need anything special. the most important thing, i find, is some nice oil—you can use normie shampoo and conditioner, do your combing through, and then oil your hair afterwards to keep it nice and hydrated. you don't need to finger-curl but you can. (if you have chronic wrist pain, finger-curling might exacerbate it)

OH ALSO—find a hairdresser who knows how to cut curly hair!!!!! if you're in the US this will probably be more achievable on account of there being more Black people—find a Black hairdresser or someone in a Black area! if you're not in the US/somewhere w a Black population it will likely be more difficult but don't be afraid to shop around a bit to find someone who understands how to cut curls. it is worth it.

somewhere out there right now is a kid with curly hair being raised by people who have wavy hair at best and those people are giving them 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner and telling them to dry brush it. and that kid is gonna spend all of middle school and high school hating their hair and moping over the flat iron. they're being told right now that if they don't dry-brush their curl pattern into oblivion every morning it means they're unkempt and gross even though they naturally have the kind of ringlets that a thousand bridezillas would commit horrible murders for every june. it's happening right now it's an absolute epidemic and a tragedy every time

[esotericcangel]

MANCHILD ♡ R.CAMERON

˙ ̟ ೕ !! manchild!rafe x bitchy!reader ꣑୧

— IN WHICH you’re fed up with rafe’s bullshit.

WARNINGS/TAGS: asshole/loser rafe, consumption of alcohol and drugs, language. reader putting rafe in his place!

AUTHORS NOTE: part of @zyafics MRGA campaign! hope you guys like it ♡

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stupid. or is it.. slow? maybe it’s useless? but there’s a cuter word for it, i know.

manchild. rafe cameron was the worlds biggest manchild.

born and bred into a life of riches, the boy never faced anything worse than daddy issues, and god, did it show. you’d be in an on and off relationship with rafe for months now—a will they won’t they sort of situation.

you knew what everyone was thinking when they watched you. who will be the first to break?

and unfortunately for rafe, you weren’t a fucking pushover. you wouldn’t let him continue manipulate you, to try and get a reaction out of you. you wouldn’t satisfy his useless needs just because he couldn’t get what he wanted from his father as a child. validation.

music blared through speakers, the smell of expensive perfume and liquor permeating through the atmosphere. one rafe knew well. one he thrived in. and for him, it was like second nature. the drinking, the games.. the manipulation.

he was four shots in, mind a little hazy, dulled, but in that nice way, the way where his muscles felt looser and his brain stopped spinning for a second. he had a girl in his lap, his glossed lips mouthing at his neck, his large hand engulfing her waist. that’s how he liked his women. soft and docile, so eager to please.

but you were anything but what rafe cameron liked. and maybe that’s what drew him to you in the first place. how opinionated you were. how you didn’t take bullshit from anyone, much less him.

and in the corner of the room, where you chose to reside away from the main hustle of the party you really didn’t care for anyway, you were seething. not because you were jealous, no. but because somehow, rafe had managed to manipulate you. time and time again, he’d reassure you when you were suspicious of his actions— ‘baby, you’re the only one i want’, ‘you know she means nothing to me’. god, you were only even here because he’d invited you!

you’d been there for rafe through everything—his daddy issues, his addiction. you were a fool to think you were an exception. and truthfully, you knew you weren’t. but it was nice, even if it was for a fraction of a second, to feel like you meant something. even if it was to an overgrown child. a manchild.

you pushed past sweaty bodies and drunken women, trying hard not to slap the next person that stood in your way—and soon enough you were standing in front of rafe. rafe, and his girl of the night. and you didn’t hesitate.

your fingers wrapped around the first cup you found, and you ignored the ‘hey!’ from the guy you’d yanked it from—and you threw it.

“what the fuck?!” rafe cursed, abruptly standing, the girl who was once on his lap letting out a shriek of her own.

“the fucks your problem, huh?” he shouted at you, cerulean eyes shaking with anger, his body angled toward you like he was about to fall of the deep end.

you did something about it before he could.

a sickening crack sounded through the room—almost loud enough to compete with the music. and rafe’s cheek, once occupied with kiss marks from the lips of that girl, now held a red hand print.

“are you having fun, rafe? having fun with the ‘girls who don’t matter’? huh?” you mocked, your own eyes icy, narrowed and fixated on him in a way that made him feel exposed. rafe almost ever felt exposed.

he could only hold your gaze, unspeaking, and doing nothing, while all his friends and peers gawked at the scene. and while he felt utterly humiliated, for once, he didn’t do anything about it.

“hope she keeps your dick warm, and your heart beating for the night, rafe. because god knows no one could love you enough to do it unconditionally. especially not me.” a malicious smile spread on your lips. mirthless, but satisfied.

and then you were gone, walking, disappearing into the crowd as if you were never even there.

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[bewitched-hours]

Hello! Yeah me again asking abt the noli and 07 yandere thing (lord I feel weird asking again I don’t want to be a bother) It’s just the last one you wrote was really and I mean really WELL written and I was hoping to ask for a part 2 of how things go? Hacking together, speaking, debating life—just quite cool! I already sent you the link of the past one I was talking about so I hope thats alright!

HI- YEAH- I SAW IT LOL I only saw it at school tbf so I'm starting it with this and have the story opened in another tab to make sure I don't forget anything (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

The reader's pronouns are once again She/They-

Pre-Forsaken

All three of you sat on opposite sides of 007 as you looked at the child in his arms.

"It's kinda cute..." You tried to end the silence comfortably as you could see the man soften. Noli didn't look so tough either for a change.

Though the red bundle of joy was giddy now, you knew it was only a matter of time until it got hungry...

"What are we meant to do with it..?" Noli asked quietly, watching as the baby held onto 007's fingers with glee. It honestly melted your heart a bit.

"I say we keep it." You state bluntly, surprised eyes meeting your own as you went to quickly explain yourself. "Think about it. If we drop it off somewhere else it would probably reach the same path as us if it survives anyways."

The two of them gave each other an unsure look before you gently lifted the child out of 7n7's arms with a huff. "I'm not saying we'd be great parents or anything but it'd definitely be better than the foster system or death." Your tone was firm but they could tell you were empathising with that little red face giggling up at you.

Maybe you were trying to prove something to yourself. That you were better than your family? Maybe that you can actually take care of something meaningful?

Whatever, it wasn't like either of them could say no by the time you started cooing at the baby all motherly.

"Heh, guess you're right." 007 perked up first, getting you to smile a bit more.

Wether it was to make you happy or they actually liked the idea, you couldn't care less. What mattered was that this child was safe with you.

"We should totally call it after the c00lgui." You commented with a chuckle, having Noli cackling and 007 trying to suppress his laugh.

"Yeah- no- this is good- So c00lkidd?" He suggested, letting out a laugh at your grinning nod. It was silly, it was unusual...

It was perfect.

"It'll be the perfect addition! Plus, I have some experience back when I had a babysitting gig to save up some money as a kid myself. We'll just need to get a few things and c00lkidd is gonna be spoiled with love!" You practically beamed and placed a gentle kiss on the little one's head, going back to cooing at it as it giggled in your arms.

Being a family might just be easier than you thought...

Post-Forsaken

For once, 007 probably appreciated being an outsider.

It meant more time with you. More time with Noli.

You were quick to figure out a spot to all meet in where neither killers nor survivors would even hear you.

It was perfect, especially whenever Noli decided to bring along c00lkidd and you could just talk for a while.

CK loved you. He loved the idea of having a big family like this where you could be his mom. You played nice and fair and actually managed to tire him out at times.

Though he didn't understand why it was such a taboo to play tag outside of rounds, he trusted your explanation that it was because it was less fun with only you four and the other survivors wouldn't be willing to listen to you or 007.

And CK knew the other killers were even less willing so...

But you'd always promise that once you get back home, you'll be the best mother to c00lkidd. And he took it as a good promise to make before saying his goodbyes and waiting for the next round.

You were committed to being the mother c00lkidd needed and the 'wife' that 007n7 and Noli deserved...

A bit disappointed with how this turned out but I tried my best-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[kiame-sama]

It's been as hot as hell these past few days in America. My AC units are having to go on seperate plugs just because they're getting overworked and overheated. I've heard that some people's AC is shutting off entirely.

How do the boys react to an overheated Darling or kiddies? I feel like Jamil would love the humidity and all, but someone like Ace or Deuce would be unable to function in this weather.

Also, for those who have pets, keep an eye on them during this weather! Don't leave them alone outside without supervision! There's been reports of animals being left out and dying! Take care of yourself and your animals, please and thank you!

Warnings; yandere behavior, Human= Reader, gender neutral reader, multiple yandere monsters, Monster TWST AU,

Rollo is panicking and unsure how to help. He can only heat things up, not cool them down. He will try to find a shaded area for you and will be willing to fan you, but he lets out constant heat, so he may overwhelm and warm you on accident.

Jamil LOVES the heat. He enjoys laying in the sun and warming his scales under the light. Dry heat or wet heat, he doesn't care, it feels nice to him either way. if he notices you are uncomfortable or heating up too much, he can actually lay his coils on top of you or wrap you in them. Because he is Naga, his body is naturally colder than most other species, so being under his scales while he moves them every few minutes would actually mean he constantly has a cold spot to help cool you down while you in turn warm him up. He can even find something to fan you with using his tail.

The Dragon can easily shield you with his wings as well as use his magic to create a breeze for you to keep you cool on the unbearably hot days. Malleus is unbothered by the heat most of the time and is happy to do what he needs to so you are comfortable, but if he genuinely thinks you are overheating or in extreme discomfort from the heat, he will begin to get upset. Malleus' sorrow beings about a blizzard, so you may long for the heat once he actually gets in his emotions. For the most part, Malleus is good at keeping you cool before it gets to that point.

Idia is technically considered to be as cold as the grave despite his flame hair. As a creature from Tartarus- the Land of the Dead- Idia is cold enough to chill others to the bone. He isn't often one to soak up the sunlight, more a creature of shadows and darkness. If you are too warm and hug onto the Shinigami, you may actually start to shiver because of how cold Idia can be to the touch. Lay on top of him wrapped in a blanket and he will keep you at a nice chilly temp. You may even long for your heated blanket if you snuggle Idia long enough. He is quite cold and that chill can be felt by touching him.

Kida is an Air Nymph and can easily create a breeze to cool you down. Due to his natural affinity for air, if you mention to him that you are feeling too warm, he will happily make a chilly breeze that cools you down in the heat of the day. Let him know if the wind is too cold and he will adjust as needed.

Neige is eager to try and keep you comfortable, going as far as fanning you with his wings to help you cool off. Neige will happily do whatever he can to make sure you are comfortable and cool on event he hottest of days. Do you need a cold drink? He can get that for you! Do you need shade? Well, he can happily use his wings to shield you. Just communicate with him and he will do what he can to keep you comfortable and at peace.

If it is getting too warm for you to stay comfortable, go swimming with him. He can hold you right along the waterline on his back, letting you longue across his equine figure as he swims lazy circles through the water. If you really want, he can cast a spell so you can safely submerge completely under the water and chill out in the lake with him. He will ensure you are comfortable and safe regardless while you spend time in the lake with him.

Sounds like you could use some time beneath the waves with him. Azul promises that you will be comfortable and safe while you are by his side. He will give you a potion that allows you to breathe under the water and he will happily swim with you while the two of you escape the heat of the day. Just let him know and he will move his schedule around to accommodate your needs.

[redrose10]

Something I wrote last night…

Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and mental health struggles, depression

Word Count: 2,345

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Some days Yoongi gets like this. It has been happening since his teenage years. He doesn’t know how or why. From the moment he gets up and out of bed to the moment he finally lays down in that same spot at the end of the night he feels it. Anxiety, worry, guilt, and a little bit of sadness. He over thinks everything. Wonders if he’s doing too much and too little all at the same time. There is a dark cloud that follows over him the entire day causing him hardships that only he sees.

He accidentally cut off a car on his way to work. He didn’t mean to. A split second of poor judgement. There was no accident. No harm. The other person probably forgot about it seconds later, but not Yoongi. He thought about it all day, worried that the other person, a complete stranger, was still angry with him over it.

When he texted Jimin asking if he wanted to meet up for lunch he replied with a simple ‘sure what time?’ Jimin always included emojis in his texts. Always. It was annoyingly cute. Yoongi spent the rest of the morning spiraling and wondering what he did to upset his friend. In reality Jimin was running late to an appointment and just wanted to make sure he responded before he forgot because he always gets excited when Yoongi invites him out to lunch.

During these dark times his words always fail him the most. He tried working on songs that he has had in progress for months, but he got nowhere. He tried to start a new one only to spend two hours staring at a blank computer screen resulting in him just beating himself up even more. On the worst of days he’ll stop by Namjoon’s studio and hand him a piece of paper with the code to enter his own studio written on it. He’ll tell Namjoon to take whatever equipment he wants out of it and sell the rest because it’s of no use to him any more. Namjoon will smile and nod and wait for Yoongi to exit the room before tearing up the piece of paper and tossing it in the trash next to him. He doesn’t even read the numbers out of respect for his friend. He knows Yoongi will be right back there tomorrow morning ready to give it another try.

On the way back home after a long day is when Yoongi will have a realization that will cause the biggest struggle of them all.

He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve to call you his wife or the love of his life.

He’s not good enough, not smart enough, not handsome enough. He’s not affectionate. He struggles greatly in these times of darkness and brings you down with him.

He’s not very romantic. Most of your dates consist of takeout and movies on the couch. He asked you to marry him on a Sunday morning while the two of you drank your coffee at the kitchen table. He didn’t even have a ring yet but you still said yes. You must have just felt pity for him.

He works hard for you. A nice house, nice cars, designer clothes, fancy vacations. He knows you could get all of that by yourself, but he wants to provide it for you. It makes him feel good, needed even. He’ll cook you an amazing dinner including dessert and will even wash every single dish afterwards, but will struggle to tell you how beautiful you look that same night.

He doesn’t know how to tell you how much he loves you. He’s tried. He can feel it in his chest so deeply it hurts, but for seem reason his brain struggles to let him say it to your face. Like his own security blanket, a way to protect his heart from getting broken once again.

So every night he waits until you’re asleep all snuggled and safe in his arms and then he’ll whisper it into your ear.

But what if that isn’t enough?

What if you want more than he can provide? What if you’re unhappy? What if you regret ever marrying him? What if you want a divorce? What if you’ve already found someone else? No one else will ever love you like he does, but someone else will be able to say they do.

Because at the end of the day he’s nothing special…he’s just Yoongi.

By the time he pulls into the parking garage he has tears spilling down his cheeks and his breathing is ragged. He parks in his assigned spot which is thankfully towards the back corner of the garage and lays the leather seat of his car back to try and calm down. He sets a timer and then uses his breathing techniques that he learned years ago to hopefully prevent his body from going into full panic mode.

After fifteen minutes the timer goes off and he starts to gather his things and heads up to your apartment.

His head is pounding and his chest aches. He knows he is moments away from crying again, but he enters your home anyways.

He knows you won’t judge him. You won’t question what’s wrong until he’s ready to talk and that only makes him feel even less worthy of having you in his life.

When Yoongi gets to the kitchen he sees an assortment of fruits and veggies spread out on the counter. It seemed like you had a good time at the local farmers market with your friend. He immediately eyes a very large basket of tangerines. A small smiles forms on his face for the first time that day.

Then he notices the watermelon sitting off to the side. It’s one of your favorites, but you have made it very clear how much you hate cutting them. The effort, the mess, the danger…he shudders at the memory of having to bandage your poor little pinkie finger after the knife slipped while you were trying to slice through the watermelon rind. Yoongi tells you all the time to just buy the precut ones from the grocery store but you refuse to spend the extra money and you also don’t want to use more plastic than necessary which he admires.

Yoongi moves around the kitchen with ease grabbing the cutting board and one of the bigger chefs knives. Silently he gets to working cutting through the watermelon making sure to get the pieces just to the size you like. He’s so focused on the task before him that he doesn’t hear you come into the kitchen and is startled when your arms wrap around his waist.

“When did you get home?”, you mumble into his back, “You should’ve came and got me.” The vibrations tickle slightly.

“Just a little bit ago.”, he smiles yet again, “I wanted to get this watermelon cut for you.”

You squeezed him a little tighter as a silent thank you. Yoongi feels his heart thud.

“Did you see the tangerines? They probably thought I was crazy buying so many of them, but I know they’re your favorite and these ones looked so ripe and juicy.”, you excitedly exclaimed already reaching for one to peel for him.

As Yoongi continues to cut away at the melon you sit on top of the counter and feed him pieces of the tangerine while he listens about your day.

Your favorite cafe has a limited time pineapple drink for the summer months, but you had already had your heart set on the hibiscus lemonade so you’ll have to try it another day. Yoongi makes a mental note to take you there for lunch tomorrow.

He finds himself genuinely laughing for the first time that day when you tell him about the bee that viciously chased after your friend causing her to run into a wall spilling her latte all over herself.

He gives you a questioning look when you tell him about the cute baby goats you saw at the farmers market. The two of you have had this conversation many times before because you refuse to accept that goats are not good pets for an apartment.

You grab a piece of the watermelon and pretend like you’re going to feed it to him just like you did with the tangerines only to pop it in your mouth at the last second instead.

“Oh we’re going to play that game huh?”, he questions playfully. Your giggles that follow sound better than any melody he’s ever written.

Then you grab another piece of the melon and this time you actually feed it to him. It’s juicy and sweet and it’s perfect just like you.

“Thank you for cutting up the watermelon. You know how much I loathe doing that.”, you say before placing a kiss on his cheek.

Yoongi grabs a piece of the melon and feeds it to you, “Any time jagiya.”, he whispers as he watches you happily enjoy the fruits of his labor.

“I’ll clean all this up. Go take a bath and get changed into something comfy.”, you say as you hop off of the counter, “I thought we could order some food tonight and start watching that new drama everyone’s talking about. Or…should I say I’ll watch the new drama while you watch the first ten minutes and then snore through the rest.”, you laugh.

Yoongi fakes offense, but deep down knows you’re 100% right so he ends up laughing with you before walking off to the bedroom.

On the bed you’ve already laid out his favorite sweats and tshirt. A new pair of fluffy lavender infused socks that you got for him at the farmers market today are next to them. In the bathroom you’ve already got his skin care put out on the counter and his favorite eucalyptus bubble bath is placed on the tub along with a brand new vanilla scented candle sitting next to it.

There’s also a new bottle of some fancy goat milk lotion you probably got at the farmers market today. A note taped to it reads, If we had our own pet goat I wouldn’t have to spend so much money on fancy lotions made by other people…Just saying.

The note makes him laugh and shake his head at the same time. He starts to get undressed until he’s hit with a wave of emotions so strong it makes him nauseated. He decides that he can’t take it any more so he goes to find you.

You’re still in the kitchen and when he calls your name you look at him with wide eyes and cheeks full of watermelon. He bites lip to keep from laughing.

He grabs your hand and pulls you back to the bathroom with him. The water is running. He adds a touch of the bubble bath and lights the candle.

Then he helps you out of your clothes before removing his own and gently guides you into the bath with him.

He takes a seat behind you ignoring the coldness of the porcelain on his back because he’s too focused on you sitting in front of him with your back firmly pressed against his chest.

Once the tub is filled up the two of you sit there in comfortable silence while he lovingly runs his fingers across your belly and thighs until you’re nearly asleep.

“Yoongi?”, you finally speak after a while. “Hmmm.”, he hums back.

“I love you.”

His heart races. Suddenly the room feels unbearably hot and is spinning. If it wasn’t for you being perched up against him he would’ve already left.

All of those bad thoughts from earlier return. Is he good enough to receive those words? What if you don’t mean that? You’re only saying it because that’s what a wife does. You deserve better than what he can provide?

His downward spiral is broken up by you continuing, “You don’t have to say it back. I know it’s not easy for you. And you tell me you love me every day in your own little ways. I just wanted to make sure I told you that today.”

Your words repeat in his head like a mantra and he relaxes back against the tub with you against him.

Maybe you are right. He may not be able to tell you in words how much he loves you and how much you mean to him, but he tries to show you in everything that he does.

Slowly as the night goes on the dark cloud that has been hanging above his head starts to dissipate.

When the bath is over the two of you fill yourselves on pizza and ice cream.

You show him pictures of goats that are up for adoption. He rolls his eyes and laughs but internally he’s panicking because he can feel his resolve breaking and he doesn’t know how many more times hes going to be able to tell you no on the goat thing, especially when you’ve been learning techniques to make puppy dog eyes from Jungkook. Yoongi just knows he’ll end up being a goat dad by the end of the year.

He manages to stay awake for a whole episode and a half of the new drama proving you wrong. It was a major struggle though.

When he does wake up you’re silently asleep on his shoulder. As comfy as it is he knows that if you both sleep on the couch you’ll be sore tomorrow so he gathers you in his arms and brings you to the bed. Moments later he’s right there next to you.

You snuggle into his side like you always do.

Yoongi takes a moment to admire your sleeping form. No matter how hard he tries he can’t believe this is his reality.

He didn’t know a love like this was possible. Maybe that is why he struggles so hard to comprehend it.

And even though he knows that he isn’t perfect and he has his dark days, he knows that it’s okay to feel like that because while he might be just Yoongi…he is your Yoongi and you are his and that’s all he will ever need in this world.

[random-mha-one-shots]

bakugou x gn reader

Celebrating bakugou's birthday HIS way

It was April 19th, the day before Katsuki's birthday. For the past week, you had been planning the celebration. Kirishima even offered to help you throw a party, but you decided against it. Katsuki didn't seem like a birthday person, and he definitely wasn't a party person. So, instead, you set up something a little more private for just the two of you to do.

That day, after school, you and Katsuki hung out in your room. Both of you were sitting on the bed, watching TV while he had an arm wrapped around you. "You know what tomorrow is?" You said in a teasing tone.

Katsuki rolled his eyes and responded, "Yeah, I know what tomorrow is. You better not make a big deal out of it."

"Too late, we've already got plans."

"Cancel 'em. Whatever they are."

"What? No, I'm not canceling."

His grip around you tightened a little. "Then you're going alone, because I'm staying in my room."

"Come on, don't be boring… Trust me, it'll be fun." Katsuki didn't respond; he turned his attention back to the TV. You sat up a bit to face him better. "I'm serious, I'll drag you out of here if I have to." Still no response from him, but it was better than being shut down completely. "You gotta be ready by 9 tomorrow."

"In the morning?" He huffed.

"Yes. In the morning."

Katsuki grunted, "And you're not even gonna tell me where you're trying to take me?"

"No, that would ruin the surprise, stupid."

"Figures…" He was mostly quiet for the rest of the night, occasionally prodding you for hints on what the hell you planned to do with him tomorrow. Of course, you gave him nothing. Eventually, it got late, and Katsuki headed back to his room.

You said a quick, "Goodnight, love you," as he left. To which he bluntly responded, "Yeah, love you…"

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The next morning, you woke up much earlier than usual to get ready. By 9 AM, you found yourself dressed and standing outside Katsuki's door. You knocked on the door, "You awake yet?"

"Gimme a minute." He walked over and unlocked the door for you. You smiled and said, "Happy Birthday, baby."

"Yeah, thanks…" He seemed very unenthusiastic. When you got inside, you sat down on the edge of his bed and watched as he finished getting ready. "Wear something comfortable… and flexible."

Katsuki was about to ask why the hell he needed to wear something flexible, but he honestly didn't care as long as he was comfortable. Once he got dressed, he picked up his phone and his keys. "I'm ready. Now, where the hell are you taking me?"

"You'll see when we get there…" You led him out of the dorms and outside to the lot. You got in your car with Katsuki, started the engine, and drove off together. He still seemed kind of tired, his head was resting against the window. He looked oddly calm, it was kind of nice…

After about 20 minutes of driving through the city, you parked in front of a tall building. "What is this place supposed to be?" Katsuki asked. This definitely wasn't what he was expecting. "If you ask me one more time, I'm gonna smack you. Just wait."

He grinned, "I'd like to see you try." He held onto your hand and followed you into the building. Once you were inside, you went up to the front desk and spoke to the dude behind the counter. Katsuki listened as you gave him your name, trying to get any information about what you had planned here. He heard you say something about a reservation, but that was it.

You thanked the receptionist and headed for the elevator, still holding onto Katsuki's hand. This whole thing had been a pain in the ass to plan, but it would all be absolutely worth it once you got upstairs. The elevator went up and reached its floor. You got off and walked down the hall, keeping an eye out for room numbers. Eventually you stopped in front of a large door.

Katsuki stood there, confused, as you looked at the door, "You gonna open it?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll open it…"

You opened the door and held it so Katsuki could step inside ahead of you. When both of you were inside, you watched as he took in his surroundings. The room was huge. One wall was made up entirely of windows that showed an incredible view of the city. Another wall had a huge display case full of all kinds of weapons. The floors were covered in mats and various obstacles. Katsuki opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"This place is a training facility. A lot of pro heroes come here. But for the next 2 hours, you and I have this room to ourselves."

"You're kidding…"

"Dead serious. We can do some quirk training, strength training, mess around with whatever kinds of stuff they have in the case, we could spar… We can do pretty much anything in here."

He walked over to the display case to examine some of the weapons and smiled. "You better believe we're sparring."

"I was kind of hoping you'd say that…" You smiled back and stood next to him in front of the case. Katsuki picked up a spear-looking weapon and turned to face you. He took a fighting stance and waited for you to do the same. You more than happily met his stance and, before you knew it, the two of you were fighting.

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You and Katsuki seemed to forget about time; sparring, switching out weapons, and sparring some more. Neither of you were the romantic type, but sparring like this felt like its own kind of dance, something that only the two of you could share. By the end of your reserved time, the two of you were laying on the ground next to each other, out of breath.

Katsuki sat up to face you and said, "That was fucking insane…"

Between heavy breaths, you responded, "Yeah… I think I'm gonna pass out." You sat up to face him and smiled. "Happy Birthday."

Katsuki reached over and put his arm around your waist, his touch was much softer than it was just a few minutes ago. "Yeah, best birthday ever." You moved a little closer and leaned your head on his shoulder. "How'd you even get this place?"

You smiled. "I had to pull some strings…"

He smiled back. "What kind of strings, idiot?"

"Don't worry about it. Just cmere." You cupped his cheek and pulled him a little closer. Katsuki leaned in too and closed the distance, pressing his lips to yours.

[goquokka00]

hello!! omg, I used to love sending in requests, but it’s been a while \(^ヮ^)/

I would like to request a SFW ff or oneshot (it doesn’t matter :) ) for Felix where he saw y/n for the first time in a while (or ever since high school) and she was performing in a small local band for the college festival/event and was like wow!! heart eyes heart eyes!! He used to have a big crush on her also! 😝 Just wanted to see how you come up with this ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

Long Time No See

Summary: It had been years since Felix had last seen you. But while on break in Melbourne with Bangchan, the two came across a small fair held by a college in town. And the main center of attention wasn't them. It was you and a small band covering their songs that you had re-written in English. And Felix just couldn't stay away.

Pairing: Felix X Reader (F!)

Genre: Humor, Fluff (It's Felix I mean come on lol)

Word Count: 2.8K

The last time Felix had seen you was in Highschool.

You were the same year as him, a shy band nerd. You were heavily involved in anything music; playing in the pit for theatre, doing jazz bands, ensembles, and all sorts of choirs and singing stuff. It felt like any time he saw you, you always had something music going on. But he liked that.

Your friend groups were really different, but you two did get along when you had classes together. Always wearing your glasses, having to push them up your nose...it always got Felix's heart pumping. He always tried to partner with you on projects because of that. You were also really smart in certain subjects. If anything, it made you more attractive to him.

Unfortunately, the time you two had together grew short due to Felix going to Korea to become an idol. And while it made him a bit upset, he wanted to follow his dreams, too. And so, he left. And while he spent countless hours training and working hard to become an idol and one of eight members in Stray Kids, you had continued to go to school, and eventually to college.

But Felix hadn't seen you since.

Now, he was one of the most infamous. Everywhere he went, people knew him. He was Felix of Stray Kids; the one with the deep voice and the cute face. It's what he was known for. And after working for so long, he was finally on break with one of his fellow members, Bangchan.

They had gone home to Melbourne to spend time with their family, relax, and just do what they wanted. It was needed, and it was nice. Really nice. But today, he had gotten bored and wanted to go out with Chan. Just hang out as friends, and not band members who performed in stadiums.

And so, he called Chan.

"Hey, Felix! What's up?" Chan asked, Felix smiling as he heard his hyung's voice.

"Channie-hyung, I was wondering if you'd wanna go out and just walk around Melbourne."

"Yeah, sure! I actually heard that there was a fair going on at the University of Melbourne and wanted to check it out, but Lucas is out with friends, Hannah is in America, and my parents are busy with work."

"Oh, then we should go and check it out, see what's going on!"

"Definitely! I'll come get you later...around two work?"

"Yeah, that works."

And so, Felix got ready before meeting Chan outside, the two off to go to the University. And once they got there, they noticed just how busy it was. Turns out, there was a lot to check out.

There were competitions, games, food, art, and so many other things. Felix actually ended up buying gifts for all of the other members of Stray Kids, as there seemed to be something for everyone. He even got something for Chan, who turned the gift down. Felix...just slipped it into Chan's bag.

And as they walked around, they heard music coming from the plaza. And because they were idols, they just had to go and check it out. Sure enough, it was a small group of students from the music department playing some jazz tunes that they had written. It was pretty cool, if they were being honest. And after the group was done playing, another group appeared.

And there you were.

At first, Felix didn't recognize you. You weren't in glasses anymore, and your hair was a lot longer than what it used to be. But after a moment, Felix's eyes widened.

"No way..." He blinked, leaning his head forward as his eyes narrowed, almost as if his brain didn't believe what his eyes were seeing. But Chan? He had no clue what was going on.

"What? What is it?" Chan looked to Felix, then to the group as they set up, and then back to Felix, seeing his friend's face suddenly red. "Why are you suddenly so flustered, huh?"

"I...I went to school with that girl. The one with the guitar." Felix instantly pointed you out, only to see you laugh and smile as you grabbed the microphone, adjusting it to your height before doing a quick sound check.

"No way, really?" Chan asked, looking at you as you did the typical "check, check, check, 1-2-3". But it was only a second before Chan smiled, nudging Felix with his arm. "She's kinda cute..."

"Hyung, stop..." Felix just shoved Chan back, hearing him laugh. But his attention was back on you in an instant. You had so much more confidence than you did when you were in highschool. It's almost as if you managed to find yourself, and pick yourself up.

"Hello! Um, we're Wallflower, and today we're gonna be playing a few songs that we really learned to love by a group named Stray Kids." You greeted, smiling at the crowd that had gathered around. People cheered, clapping before you laughed nervously, continuing. "Oh, and they're all covers we've learned and translated, too. So you'll be able to understand them. Hopefully."

And with that, you looked to the keyboardist, nodding. And they were quick to play an opening both Felix and Chan recognized instantly.

"Twilight, huh?" Chan murmured. It wasn't an easy song, that was for sure. It was a song Han had written, for crying out loud. His songs weren't ever easy. And yet, with a gentle breath, you began.

"I think my day, Has grown shorter than everyone's... And your thoughts, Make my night come faster than the sun... I try to follow you, cause you left just by chance, Will you be waiting for me in the end? I still remember you warm words from back when Your eyes held all that sweet love just for me..."

Felix forgot how beautiful your voice was. It was so smooth and soft, having just a hint of a raspiness that made it irresistible. Even Chan whistled lowly, crossing his arms as his eyes widened slightly.

"Damn, she's good." Chan said, looking back to Felix. But what he saw was his friend in absolute awe.

"Yeah..." Felix trailed, watching you closely. He couldn't even take his eyes off of you. You were enchanting, from your voice to the way you looked around the crowed, to how your hands moved and played each lick of twilight perfectly.

And then, your eyes caught his. And it was like everything stopped for Felix. His cheeks burned red, unable to look away from your beautiful eyes. He half expected you to freak out, but you didn't. Instead, you smiled, and winked to him. Winked.

Felix swallowed in response.

After Twilight, your group played Limbo, then Cover Me, then a softer version of Unfair. You sang Felix's solo. And your voice fit it perfectly. From Unfair, your group played Youth and Hold My Hand as well before finishing up.

"Thanks again for coming everyone! You all have been amazing!" All of you bowed before heading off of the make-shift stage to pack up your things.

"Wow...they were really good." Chan commented, only to watch Felix just walk over to you. He just blinked, watching Felix leave before going after him. "Fe-Felix, wait for me, man!"

Felix just ignored him, walking up to you before tapping your shoulder. You had just been putting your guitar away, zipping the case up when you felt the tap, turning around to see Felix, Chan running up behind him.

"Um, hey. I-I don't know if you remember me, but--"

"How couldn't I remember you, Felix?" You just smiled, giggling a bit before continuing. "Honestly, I should be the one asking you that question."

"Oh...Oh yeah, I guess so--"

"Felix, come on! I asked for you to wait!" Chan interrupted Felix, making Felix whip around before bowing to him.

"Sorry, Hyung, I didn't mean to. I just...I wanted to come say hi to--"

"Ah, right. Your school mate, right?" Chan looked to you, smiling before offering his hand. "I'm Chan, though...I'm sure you knew that already. You are...?"

"I'm Y/n, and its an absolute honor to meet you." You replied, shaking Chan's hand.

"Ah, Y/n! You did an amazing job with your performance, the translations were really good, too. You should've seen Felix, he was awe-struck-"

"HYUNG!" Felix gave Chan a look that just said 'shut your trap before I punch you'. It only made Chan laugh and put a hand onto Felix's head.

"Right, right, sorry. I need to embarrass you at least a little bit." Chan said, smiling before looking to you. "I'll give you guys some space. I saw a booth I wanted to check out, anyways. Have fun, love birds!"

Felix was going to kill Chan.

You simply laughed, waving to Chan as he walked away, before looking to Felix. "So..."

"So..." Felix repeated. All of a sudden, it was awkward. Really awkward. Damn it all... Felix just cleared his throat, looking to you with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about him. He's like a dad. A really, really embarrassing one."

"Ah, don't worry about it. I found it funny." You replied, putting your arms behind your back. And then, you gestured to the side, smiling kindly to Felix. "So, do you wanna catch up a bit? Maybe grab a bite to eat?"

"Yeah, sure." Felix smiled to you, before the two of you headed on your way. You both decided to get some meat pies from the cooking club, sitting down before chatting about the simple things.

Felix told you about his training and the show Stray Kids did before debuting, all sorts of stories about the other members and what they were like outside of their idol image. And you shared stories about college and how your group came to be. And it was nice. Really nice.

"You know, I never expected you to go into music." You eventually spoke, taking a sip of your soda. "I mean, you always seemed like you were too cool for it, y'know?"

"Really?" Felix blinked, watching you nod. "But I was a dancer in high school."

"Yeah, but that's not the same as music." You leaned forward on your hand, tilting your head as you looked at him. "But hey, it puts your deep voice to good use. Have you seen the compilations of people reacting to it online?"

"Actually, yeah." Felix laughed a bit, drinking some of his own drink. "Granted, you've changed too."

"Not really..." You shrugged, watching Felix shake his head.

"Yes really. I mean, you don't wear glasses anymore."

"Well, they got annoying."

"And you're not as shy."

"Trust me, I am with new people."

"You weren't shy with Chan."

"But I was awkward."

"They aren't the same thing though."

"They're close enough."

"Well, the girl I knew from Highschool would've never performed songs that she translated on a stage in front of people."

"I had other people on stage with me, I don't get nervous when I'm with them."

"See, you said that in Highschool, and then you passed out from nerves when you had that solo that one choir concert."

"I--what? I didn't do that!" Your face flushed as Felix brought that up, the man only laughing as he saw your reaction.

"Did too! I was there, remember? All because you asked me to support you!"

"And then I told you to never bring that up again!" From there, you covered your face up, letting out an embarrassed groan. "God, it was so embarrassing..."

"Hey, it's not as embarrassing as ripping your pants. Or face planting into the stage floor while performing." Felix had a point. But after a second, your brows furrowed as you looked at him, raising a brow.

"Wait, but didn't all of that happen to Chan?"

"...don't...don't tell him I mentioned that."

"I'm SO gonna tell him you mentioned that."

"No, don't!" Felix just whined as he watched you laugh, Felix only leaning forward. "Seriously! Chan will kill me!"

"Okay, okay! I won't!" You giggled, wiping a tear from your eye before you looked to Felix, smiling to him. Felix just blinked, taking in your beauty for a moment before smiling.

"You know...I'm really happy you've come out of your shell." Felix said, watching as you ran a hand through your hair.

"Yeah...college really changes people." You said, your eyes soft. "But you've changed a lot, too."

"Not really..." Felix said, watching as you shook your head.

"Yes really." You then leaned forward on your hands again, looking into his eyes. "You aren't trying to force this cool guy facade anymore. You're a lot humbler now than you were, too. You're letting people see the real you. The you that I got to know."

That got Felix blushing. He didn't know why, but...your words were so sweet. Something that he knew he needed to hear.

"Oh...um...thanks." Felix bowed a bit to you, silence coming between you both for a moment. But then, you let out a sigh, smiling softly.

"You know...I kind of wish that we got to be closer back in Highschool." Your voice was a lot more sincere now. Felix didn't miss it in the slightest.

"Yeah...me too." And then, the next words just flowed right out of his mouth before he could even stop himself. "I wish that I had the courage to ask you out back then."

You blinked, freezing before looking at Felix. He looked like he hadn't even said that. Just...staring at the table with eyes that showed how he was thinking.

"What?"

"Yeah. I had a thing for you back then, y'know?" Felix then looked up at you, his smile soft. "But I wanted to pursue my dreams. So I did."

"I'm happy you did." You responded, your cheeks pink. Felix then looked at you, his eyes wide. "You seem happy. A lot happier than you used to be. I think in a sense...you found yourself, too."

"Yeah...Yeah, I did." Felix nodded, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. "But...I'd be a lot happier if you were in my life."

Once again, your eyes went wide, your heart beating fast. He...did he really just say that?

"You think so?"

"I know so." Felix smiled, reaching out to take your hand in his, interlacing your fingers together. His eyes watched your hands, before he looked back up at you. "Let me do what Highschool me didn't have the guts for, and take you out on a date tonight, yeah?"

You couldn't believe your ears. But...you couldn't help but nod, feeling shy now.

"Y-Yeah...I'd like that."

"Oh, thank god." Instantly, Felix let out a breath of relief, his hand relaxing more in yours. "I was so scared you were gonna say no...god, that was horrifying."

You just laughed, Felix watching you before laughing with you. And after a moment, you both stopped, your sweet voice speaking up. "You did good, though! You made me feel butterflies!"

"Really?" Felix smiled, his eyes filled with so much joy. "I was really trying my best, I mean...like, I didn't want to be cringey, but I also wanted to be charming, but not too charming. That would've been cringe worthy. Like, seriously cringey, and I wanted it to be good enough to where I wouldn't ruin my shot..."

And as Felix continued to ramble on and on, you just watched him, smiling with love in your eyes. He was so cute...even though he had practically swept you off of your feet moments ago.

"Felix..." You spoke, interrupting him. He looked at you, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. You just moved forward, going to land a kiss right onto his lips.

Instead, you missed, hitting his chin.

You blinked. Felix blinked. And then you both burst into laughter.

"I missed! I was trying to kiss your lips!" You laughed, Felix just bending forward as he practically wheezed. "That's so embarrassing, I'm sorry!"

"No, no, it was perfect!" Felix cackled, only to look up at you with a smile. And after you both calmed down, you gazed into each other's eyes, happy as can be.

"Can I try again?" You asked softly, Felix nodding. And as you leaned forward, you slowly closed your eyes, waiting for the impact until...

"Don't miss this time."

"Felix!" You just smacked his shoulder, making him laugh before going to cup your cheek.

"Sorry, sorry...here, I'll guide you." Felix said. And finally, the two of you met in the middle, sharing a soft, sweet kiss. It felt like the two of you set off fireworks, only the two of you in the world. And as you both pulled away, you didn't go far, keeping close as Felix spoke softly. "I'll come get you at seven tonight. Sound like a deal?"

You just nodded, putting your forehead onto his. "Deal."

One thing was for sure...neither of you could wait for tonight.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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[blossomcola]

hii, could u do stepcest older dom!g!p winrina x sub!reader where winrina using reader for their pleasure, and include overstimulation, double penetration and squirting, thank youu 🥹🥹 (also, can I be ⭐️ anon?)

pairing. stepsisters!gp winrina x sub!fem reader

content warnings. blowjob, deep throat, face fucking, hair pulling, nipple play, throat fucking, overstimulation, squirting.

having two stepsisters but at the same time having the bad luck that they are karina and winter, two perverts who seem to compete to see who has the most twisted brain. of course, in front of your parents, they would both behave super nice and polite, but only because they have to maintain their image of perfect daughters and they don’t need mom and dad to know that their two beloved daughters have a sick weakness for the little angel <3

they would wait for everyone at home to go to bed, making sure that both you and your parents were fast asleep to carry out the plan. of course they are a little nervous about what they are going to do, but they can’t let their nerves get the better of them and ruin their plan! then they would sneak into your room, closing the door behind them once they were inside. the darkness would complicate the vision of both but the moonlight filtering through your curtains is more than enough for them to recognize your figure sleeping on the bed, completely clueless about what’s going to happen in a matter of minutes.

winter carefully removing the covers from over your body, moaning softly at the sight of the cute nightgown you’re wearing as pajamas and how it slides slightly down to the middle of your thighs... but karina is a bit impatient and it shows when she takes the edge of your nightgown and pulls it up to your stomach, exposing your pussy covered by your panties to her eyes, making her mouth water and it doesn’t take long for her to move the cloth aside to give your slit a long, slow lick — winter doesn’t want to be left out of the fun so she chooses to pull your nightgown up over your chest, exposing your tits and closing her lips over one of your nipples in a matter of seconds <3 the sensation of two mouths on your body is something that soon makes you wake up from your sweet dream, but without being able to say anything about it because when you open your eyes karina takes your jaw with one hand and closes her lips on yours, covering up any attempt you make to complain or comment on it because she slips her tongue into your mouth.

lying on your stomach with a pillow under your hips so your ass is facing up and winter has the comfort to be able to fuck you from behind while karina is kneeling in front of you with her cock in hand, smirking and looking down at you while her hand lightly strokes her cock... a simple “open.” is all you need to obey and part your lips, letting her slide her cock completely into your mouth until your nose bumps against her pelvis, making you whimper pathetically and try to pull away but she is quick to painfully grab your hair and not let you move your head, giving you a look that makes you feel small and know that the best decision is to obey.

ughhh and they ram their cocks into you at the same time, karina fucking your mouth at the same time that winter fucks you from behind, without even bothering her that your juices and wetness run down your thighs and wet her stomach because winter is more than proud to make you squirt on her cock and you can tell by the way she grins when she hears the dirty splashing and how your thighs shake every time the overstimulation is too much for you but you end up cumming agai because otherwise you know that both of them will give you a punishment that will be difficult to recover from!

[shadamyheadcanons]

Total Recall

For the 2025 Shadamy week prompt: Forgotten. Kindly beta’d by the lovely @shadowsfascination.

Shadow wakes up in an unfamiliar bed with amnesia and finds that a vaguely familiar pink hedgehog took him in, promising to take care of him until he remembers everything. He keeps a journal while he’s there so he can at least remember some things over time. 5.8K words.

Cross-posted on AO3.

Day 1

I woke up this morning with a splitting headache, a bump on my head, and not a single memory of how it happened...or who I was. Who anyone was. I must’ve grunted in pain, because a pink hedgehog dashed into the room to check on me. She was fretting and worrying over me, but I couldn’t really focus.

She introduced herself as Amy and said we were friends, but I don’t know. She feels more important than that, somehow. She must mean something else to me. Whatever it is, it must be positive, because I instantly felt better once I saw her. Safer.

Amy promised she’d take care of me until I got my memories back, and she gave me this journal so I could write things down as I remembered them. When I asked her why she’s helping me, she said she’s always there when a friend needs her. She also mentioned she felt guilty, but she wouldn’t tell me why.

Day 2

The stabbing pain in my head this morning was just as bad as yesterday, maybe worse. I couldn’t even leave bed, so she fed me soup and pet my head for a while. It felt...nice. I kind of want to fib and tell her I need to stay in bed more often, but the idea of lying to her makes me feel sick for some reason.

Day 3

I tried walking around the house today, but I was too dizzy to make it far. Luckily, Amy was there to help guide me to a seat in her kitchen, and she talked to me while we ate lunch, telling stories about all our friends. A couple of names sounded vaguely familiar, but the details escaped me. She didn’t seem to mind.

When I asked if looking after me was a nuisance, Amy instantly denied it, saying it’s nice to have someone else around for a change. Apparently, she used to live with her friend Cream, but then Cream moved back in with her mother, leaving Amy by herself.

It looked like she was trying really hard not to look sad. I wonder if she’s lonely. Maybe I’m lonely, too.

I told her I liked being with her here so far, and she looked really happy. I think I’ll mention that more often.

Day 5

I remembered something today. She was playing music while she made us breakfast. I recognized the chords, the words, the tone...I spoke some of the words, then sang a few lines as the lyrics came to me.

Amy was thrilled. She instantly perked up and started talking a mile a minute about the band—Hot Honey, she called them—and how she’d brought me to a concert with her, how much fun we’d had together, how much I liked it. She played song after song of theirs, excitedly chattering away.

But I didn’t understand. I told her that although I recognized the songs, I didn’t like them.

I wish I hadn’t done that. She went quiet and looked really sad.

I wanted to make her feel better, so I admitted that although I didn’t really like the songs, they felt meaningful. Important. She smiled a little.

She hasn’t played Hot Honey since then.

It was grating. It was sappy.

But I kind of miss it anyway.

Day 6

Not too much happened today. My head’s been feeling better and I can walk now, so Amy said we can go out tomorrow.

I noticed she had blankets and a pillow set up in another room, so I asked if she always slept there. She said it was just temporary, that she usually sleeps in the bed I’m using. She told me she was fine sleeping there and it wasn’t a problem, but I don’t know. It looks uncomfortable to me. I told her there was probably enough room for both of us in the bed if we slept close enough, but her face went bright red, and she got all flustered and said no.

Not sure what that’s about, but I kind of want to see her do it again.

Day 7

I’m apparently a fan of flowers, so she took me out to a public garden today. She must be right, because I remembered all of their names—lilacs, azaleas, rhododendrons, magnolias. It’s weird what my brain hangs onto; little facts are fine, but whenever I try to think of details about people or my past, it’s like there’s this weird bubble in the back of my head stopping me. If I try to push it, I get this sense of wrongness, like I’m snooping somewhere I shouldn’t be.

But flowers are easy. I even told her scraps I remembered about their supposed “symbolism,” whatever that means, and she looked happier and happier the more I shared. Memories came back in bits and pieces: times when I’d seen each flower for the first time, the books I’ve scoured to learn more, the feeling of soil passing through my fingers, and the joy of raising my own flowers and watching them bloom. Upon remembering I had a garden myself, I immediately stopped and asked Amy about it. Luckily, she’d asked a friend of hers, Silver, to look after it while I was under the weather. She really does think of everything.

Halfway through, she spotted some bright yellow daffodils and gasped. She brightened up and told me I gave her a bouquet of them once to cheer her up. I can’t remember doing that, but the smile on her face was warm and familiar. If she always looks that way when she gets flowers, I’ll have to get them for her more often.

At the end, she lamented that it was too early in the year for lavender, saying those were my favorites. But I don’t think they actually are. They aren’t right now, at least. I pointed to a patch of roses we’d already passed and said those were my favorites, especially the red ones. She looked confused, but then she smiled again and told me she loved them, too, and that “Rose” is her last name.

It suits her.

On a whim, I asked if I could call her that, and her eyes widened. She smiled shyly and agreed. Her cheeks were pink.

Rosy, even.

Day 9

Today, Rose introduced me to two of her friends, a fox with two tails and an...echidna? I think that’s what he’s called...named Tails and Knuckles.

Two people named after body parts. Not exactly creative, but it does make me wonder where my name came from. What am I a shadow of? I tried to think back, but all it gave me was an unsettling sensation in the back of my mind: a gentle voice, followed by a stabbing pain.

I decided the answer could wait.

I’m not sure why Knuckles was there. It seems like Rose doesn’t always have a reason for bringing people over, she just does it. He mostly lounged around and pestered me about what I did and didn’t remember and seemed disappointed with how little I knew. But when I called Rose by her last name, he lit up and started hounding me about her instead—how “close” we were, how much I liked her, how long I was staying with her—smirking obnoxiously the whole way through. Rose eventually got him to back off.

Tails asked about my headaches. How frequent they are, what triggers them, that kind of thing. He talked to me about amnesia, too, saying this kind usually only persists for a couple weeks in Mobians and my memories will probably be back soon. The others seemed relieved, but I’m not sure how to feel about it.

After checking on my health, Tails showed that he’d brought a two-wheeled vehicle with him, saying he’d been in the process of tuning it up when my...incident happened. He encouraged me to take a seat and start it up, explaining that I’d been built with what he calls “vehicular intuition,” so I’d know how to ride it even without my memories. He’s awfully smart for a kid. Smarter than Knuckles, at least.

At first, I didn’t recognize it. The striking jet black and sharp angles called out to me faintly, but it wasn’t until I sat down on the seat and started up the engine that it clicked.

Powerful sensations and images flashed behind my eyes—wind whipping through my quills, scenery blurring past, the growl of the bike beneath me, the simple joy and freedom of it all—and my heart pounded.

My bike. Mine.

I almost shed a tear. I’ve missed it that much. Luckily, I regained focus in time to blink it back. I think I’d be okay if Rose saw me cry, but the other two? Not a chance.

After they left, Rose begged me to take her on a ride with me, and I immediately said yes. She’s a difficult person to say no to.

The familiar thrill of racing returned to me, but the feeling of someone clinging to me was fresh. I don’t think I’ve ever given Rose a ride before. I’ve been missing out. The way she held me made my chest feel warm and light, and whenever I sped up or turned a tight corner, she’d let out a cute little squeak.

I kept driving her around until the sun set. Once I brought her home, she finally explained why she’s been feeling guilty about my amnesia. She said I was helping her build a new addition on her house and she accidentally knocked me on the head with a hammer. Said she felt awful, should have been more careful, all of that. I didn’t like seeing her so unhappy, so I hugged her and told her it was alright, and she calmed down.

To be honest, I bet there’s more to the story than that. Tails mentioned I’m supposed to be some kind of “Ultimate Life Form,” so I highly doubt a sweet, silly, petite girl could knock me out with a hammer, especially by accident. She’s probably being too hard on herself for something. She does that a lot.

But she does have a hammer she keeps by the door, this giant yellow and red thing. Just looking at it does make my head hurt.

Day 11

Rose invited over an obnoxious blue hedgehog this afternoon—Sonic, I think? He wouldn’t shut up and kept sprinting around making dumb jokes, saying he ‘would race me if I were feeling better.’

As if I’d need to be at full power to beat that buffoon in a race.

Rose seems...fond of him. She has terrible taste. I didn’t tell her that.

She asked me if I remembered anything about him, and I told her that she must have hit me pretty hard if I managed to forget someone that annoying. I thought she’d be upset, but she laughed instead and said that some things never change.

Day 14

Today

Day 15

Yesterday I

Day 16

Rose and I went to a city two days ago called Westport Westopolis to run a few errands. While we were there, we ran into a man in a military uniform with two differently colored eyes. He started to snap at me about my “extended vacation.” Rose got mad and stepped between us, maybe to defend me, but I couldn’t hear what she said to him because I caught sight of a weird logo on his chest that spelled out “G.U.N.”

It felt like my head was splitting in two.

Unsettling, terrifying noises ricocheted in my mind—panicked voices, pleading, screams—ending with a deafening bang.

I don’t know what that sound was, but it made my stomach turn.

After the bang, my vision went black, and my legs gave out. I don’t remember hitting the floor, though. Maybe Rose caught me. She did say she carried me home, and I’ve never caught her in a lie. She must be stronger than she looks. I couldn’t even leave bed until today, so I’m sure I was no help.

I think something bad happened to me, and I’m scared of finding out what it was. Is it possible to just bring back the good memories? Am I wrong to want that?

I hope I never run into G.U.N. again.

Day 17

Rose thought we could use a nice day off after what happened, so she brought me to the city park with some food and a blanket so we could eat outside on the grass. She said it’s called a “picnic.” The word wasn’t familiar, not even a little. Rose got really sad when I said so. She thinks I’d probably never been on one, even before I lost my memories. She immediately turned determined, scrounged up some food—bread, strawberry jam, peanut butter, chips–and brought me to the city park.

I don’t think this will help me regain any memories, but I don’t mind. She’s cute when she gets all determined like this. Are all female hedgehogs as pretty as she is? I asked her, but she told me to stop embarrassing her. She was as red as the strawberry jam.

I figured Rose would find us a table somewhere, but instead, she spread out the blanket right on the grass. We were halfway through our meal when Rose’s friend Cream hopped over to us with a small blue creature in tow who she calls “Cheese.” She let me hold him. He has an odd texture, warm and soft but jiggly. Not sure what to make of that, but it’s comforting somehow. A few other Chao stopped by, too. They’re clingy, but I like them.

The afternoon passed with no discussion of who I used to be; Rose, Cream, Cheese...all they cared about was who I am now. The temperature and breeze were relaxing, and it was nice to see them laughing and enjoying the comfortable weather. Their voices and the natural sounds of the park were gentle. I would’ve gladly spent all day there.

Rose once told me I’d promised her years ago that I’d keep everyone safe, that I’d made it my life’s mission to protect the Earth and everyone on it. I think I’m starting to understand why.

Day 20

We went grocery shopping in some square today—Station Square, I think it’s called. She had a pretty long list. She’s going to teach me how to make cupcakes. It’s another one of those things I know I’ve never done before. Is she still avoiding my past because of what happened with the commander, or is she just as reluctant to dredge up my memories as I am?

Taking a look at the list, I recognized enough items that I’m sure I could have dashed around the store and cut the time in half; I’ve experimented with my strength and speed here and there, and they’re both returning to me. Even as I thought of it, though, I lost all desire to rush. If I ran, I wouldn’t get to walk by her side. I’d miss the cute way her nose wrinkles when she’s comparing prices. I wouldn’t have gotten to reach the cake mix she was too short for and enjoy the smile it earned me.

Maybe you don’t need a reason to spend time with someone. Maybe the right person is worth it all on their own.

Day 25

Today, Rouge and Omega stopped by. I don’t remember everything about them, but their names are the only ones I’ve known right off the bat so far, and I felt better having them here.

Before they came in, Rose poked her head out the door and whispered something to them about not mentioning “assignments” around me right now, and every so often, she or Rouge would steer the topic away from something. Omega didn’t like that very much. They cut him off when he started mentioning something about target practice, and his internal motors made this disgruntled rumbling noise.

I get the feeling Rouge and Omega—and me, by extension—don’t visit Rose. Rouge didn’t know where the bathroom was, and Omega was analyzing the house’s structural integrity like he’s never been here. I can apparently teleport when I’m at full strength, so distance isn’t an issue, and she clearly needs the company, so why don’t we visit her?

Rouge apologized for not checking up on me sooner, saying they’d been really busy. Whichever “assignments” they’re being sent on must be stressful; Omega was grumpy, and there were bags under Rouge’s eyes. I told them to look out for themselves.

When Rose stepped out to bring in the cupcakes we’d made together, Rouge asked me about her—whether I felt comfortable here, if I wanted to stay somewhere else, all that. I told her I was happy here with her. When I called her “Rose,” though, Rouge stopped. She didn’t respond like Knuckles had. She and Omega exchanged a nervous glance. I asked what was wrong, but they both stalled out. Rouge just said that I was welcome to come back to live with them anytime, especially if I “needed some distance” after I got my memories back. Rose came back with the cupcakes before I could ask what she meant.

Distance from what? From Rose? Why? I like her. I like her smile. I like her cooking. I like how she laughs, even if I don’t always understand why. I like the warm feeling I get when she holds my hand to lead me places. I like hearing her hum when we’re doing chores around her house. I like how she says my name. She puts an extra...something into it that no one else does.

What miserable version of me would want to avoid her? What was I afraid of?

Day 31

It’s been a month now, and I think I need to talk to Rose.

The longer this goes on, the less and less I want to know about whatever darkness is lurking in my past. Every time I think back, all I feel is pain and dread, and I can’t help but wonder if I was ever as happy as I am now. I like the world I live in. I’m not sure I always did.

It feels like almost everyone wants to pull me backwards, but I’m tired of looking back. Why can’t I move forwards instead? Why can’t this be me?

Rose has put in so much time, so much effort into helping me regain my memories, but if anyone will accept my decision, it’ll be her.

I’ll tell her tomorrow.

Day 32

I did it. I told her...and she accepts me!

She said she’d noticed how nervous I was about it, and she understood why. She even told me she loved me—every version of me—memories or not, and that she’d be happy to let me stay here no matter what I choose to do about my amnesia!

But...something odd happened. I can’t explain it, but she said this one phrase that echoed in my mind, and my brain...lurched, as if something was settling into place. She said, “I don’t care what you choose, Shadow. I want to give you a chance to be happy!”

My head’s been spinning ever since. Hopefully I’ll feel better in the morning.

I don’t know how I’ll break the news to everyone else, but with Rose by my side, I’m sure I can do it.

This is who I am.

Shadow sat on the edge of his bed—Amy’s bed—feeling his muscles shake. His jaw clenched harder with each cheesy, embarrassing, lovestruck journal entry his ignorant self had written over the past month.

The immense weight of his agonizing past had lifted for scarcely a moment, allowing him just enough room to drop his guard...and let her in.

And by the time he’d awoken that morning, the entire world had crashed down on his head once more. Raw and honest and unforgiving, leaving him broken like a neglectful Atlas.

His fingers tightened, wrinkling the pages, and his chest clenched. All the years I spent keeping my distance, and she breaks it all down in an instant. And as if that weren’t enough...

Vivid images of the massacre flashed behind his eyes, the gruesome tragedy that had taken everything from him.

Shadow’s heart pounded in his chest, and his breathing grew rough and unstable. His eyes went wide and his expression strained as he stared at nothing, but no tears dared fall.

Energetic footsteps, heavier than expected for a silly, petite hedgehog, bounded around the corner. Amy poked her head in. “Shadow, do you want—”

Shadow choked and threw the journal aside, feeling his face shift into that of a cornered animal. “A-Amy—!”

At the mention of her first name, Amy gasped, and her brow wrinkled in concern. “Shadow? Are you...”

He tore his gaze away.

Shadow heard Amy’s footsteps grow closer, and the bed sank next to him. Her hand hovered for a moment, then rested on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Her light reached out to him. He panted and tried to pull away as he always had, only to fall even further.

The ARK.

Gerald.

MARIA.

Amy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, desperate yet reassuring. “Shadow, it’s okay! You’ll be alright! I’m here.”

Shadow clenched his jaw until it hurt, and he grasped the sheets on either side of him. He could see Amy’s expression pinch out of the corner of his eye, and she rubbed his back. “Is there anything I can do?”

He met her gaze. Try as he might, Shadow couldn’t lock out her warmth, not the way he could just a month ago. He stared for a long moment at the woman he loved—the one he could never have because she was so enamored with someone else—and he sighed. Shadow looked down and shut his eyes. “Take out your hammer.”

A baffled noise escaped Amy’s throat, but she summoned it. “Um...okay...?”

Shadow took the hammer from her hands and held it to his forehead. “Right here. Just...”

After a moment of silent confusion, Amy gasped and ripped the hammer from his hands, throwing it aside. “SHADOW! That’s not funny!” There was a pause, and then her vitriol faded. “Shadow...?”

He felt the tears hit his knees before he even knew he was crying. “Take it back,” he croaked, voice cracking. “Take it all back.”

“Oh, Shadow.” Pain was evident in Amy’s voice, too, and she wrapped her arms around him fully, gentler this time. “I know it’s hard. You’ll be okay.”

“I was h-happy...for once...” he managed through shuddering breaths.

“Shh...it’s alright.”

Shadow turned in Amy’s hold and clung to her, letting himself break down in the arms of the only person left who was allowed to see his tears. He wept for Maria. He wept for Gerald, flawed though he was. He wept for the Shadow of yesterday who’d never known pain or loss or inhibitions, and he wept for the innocence he’d lost yet again.

Brainwashing, amnesia, time travel, and now I almost forgot all over again...only to remember every time. How many times will I be forced to lose them?

Shadow wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, mourning pain both old and new. Amy didn’t falter, not even after his breathing slowed and his muscles stilled.

At last, he lifted his head, vision bleary and head aching. Amy was gazing up at him, eyes watery with tears she’d shed on his behalf. “I’m so sorry!”

Shadow pulled back, baffled, but he held onto one of her hands. “Why?”

“Because I’m the reason you got amnesia in the first place!” she insisted. “I feel awful.”

Shadow was shaking his head even before she finished. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Amy glanced back at the hammer she’d left on the ground, then shot him an incredulous look.

“...Not on purpose,” Shadow added.

Amy groaned and hid her face. “You told me to use a regular hammer, but I got impatient and used mine!”

“In your defense, it was faster.”

“But you told me to be careful!”

“I got in the way,” he fibbed.

Amy yanked at her quills and scrunched her eyes shut. “I should’ve just done the job myself! If only I’d—”

“Amy.”

She peeked her eyes open a crack. Shadow threaded his fingers with hers and pulled them away from her quills. “Stop trying to make me blame you. It’s not going to work.”

Amy stared up at him and sniffled, but she remained silent.

“You’ve been taking care of me. Feeding me. Housing me. Helping me. Making me happy. And it worked.”

As he said that, though, he felt his face fall. It worked...just not forever.

Amy squeezed his hand. “I don’t know everything you’ve been through, and I know it can’t be easy, but you have good memories, too,” she insisted. “Whenever I hear you talk about Maria, it never sounds like you regret meeting her.”

“Of course I don’t!”

Amy jumped, so he averted his gaze and quieted down. “I would never regret meeting her. I couldn’t. Not for a second.”

Amy nodded, encouraged. “And think of all the adventures you’ve been on! Think of your friends! What about Rouge and Omega?”

Shadow’s chest warmed, then instantly tightened. “They’ve been covering for me. All this time. That’s why they were so exhausted.”

“Huh?”

“They’ve been keeping Team Dark going without me this entire time. How much longer would they have kept doing that? A month? Two months? Forever?” All so I could keep playing house with you, happy and ignorant?

I nearly threw away everything we’ve been through together.

The thought repulsed him.

“Because you would have done the same for them,” Amy countered, learning forward to get a better look at his face. “You’re kind. You’re dedicated. And if this had happened to either one of them, you wouldn’t have hesitated for a second.”

There was silence for a moment. Shadow just stared, sensing she had more to say.

Amy’s lower lip trembled. She held on for a few moments before blurting out, “You shouldn’t have been here in the first place!”

“What?!”

“No, no!” Amy spluttered, holding her hands up defensively. “I mean you shouldn’t have been there the day I...” She glanced back at her hammer and cringed.

Shadow rolled his eyes. “You were putting another wing on your house, and no one else would help. Of course I showed up.”

Amy scratched the back of her head and looked down at her feet. “Ah...not quite.”

Shadow’s ears perked up.

Amy bit her lip. “See, I actually...didn’t ask anyone else,” she murmured. “I had it handled. I could have called Tails if I needed help with construction, and I could have asked Knuckles if I needed more strength...but I didn’t. I can do all that by myself.”

With anyone else, Shadow would have snapped in irritation. He kept his tone gentle. “Why did you ask me?”

Amy looked up at him, fidgeting with her fingers. “Promise you won’t get mad at me, okay?”

Shadow nodded. I don’t think I could if I tried.

She paused, then let her head drop, resigned. “Because I wanted to get to know you better.”

Shadow’s heart pounded. “Really?”

Amy nodded, peeking up at him shyly out of the corner of her eye. “I’ve wanted to get to know you since we talked on the ARK, but you’ve always kept your distance. I could never get close.”

Shadow’s heart ached. I never meant to hurt you. He opened his mouth, but the words died in his throat.

Amy twiddled her thumbs in her lap. “But I knew one thing that would work. No matter how busy you are, you’ve always found time to help me. Every single time I’ve asked you for help, you’ve been there.”

Memories of Amy’s voice drifted into his head.

“Thank you so much for coming with me to this concert, Shadow. I never could have gone alone. It’s so much better with you here!”

“Ah, Shadow, I’m so glad you’re here! Cream went into this weird-looking castle, and she hasn’t come back out! Will you go in there with me to look for her?”

“Shadow, please help us! Give them a chance to be happy!”

She’s right. I really will do anything for her.

“Shadow!”

He didn’t know he was grasping at his chest until Amy threaded her fingers with his. Her voice pulled him out of his stupor. “I’m sorry! I know it was wrong. It’s just...you’re so sweet, and brave, and kind...and you don’t hear that often enough. I wanted to know more. I—”

Shadow stalled out as she rambled, at a loss for words. His heart fluttered.

Does she...?

Every word died in his throat. Instead, he grasped her hand with both of his and held it to his chest, letting her feel his racing heartbeat. Her ranting immediately stopped, and one solitary tear faltered, nearly falling from her eye. A voice from fifty years ago, quieter than Amy’s but clear, floated in from the back of Shadow’s mind.

“You have a big heart! It may be difficult for you to express it, but I know that deep down you really do care. About me. About everyone! What you do is what defines you. I know you’re having a hard time finding answers, but I’m certain you will one day. Then, you’ll find even more people you can trust.”

Shadow found his voice at last. “I really wish you could have met her.”

Amy’s confusion lasted for only a moment before melting away, but she remained silent.

He brushed away the tear she’d almost shed, breathed in deeply, and let it out. “She would have loved you almost as much as I do.”

Amy’s eyes bugged out. Shadow slid his hand onto her cheek, making his intentions clear. He waited for a few terrifying seconds that felt like years, praying he hadn’t misinterpreted.

Finally, Amy glanced at his lips...and leaned in to meet him.

Her lips were warm and soft, and Shadow’s eyes fell shut at the pleasant sensation. His motions were tentative from nerves and inexperience, just as hers were, and he lingered for only a few seconds before pulling back. Amy leaned in to follow him, apparently just as reluctant to end the contact, and he pressed their foreheads together to stay close. Her breath tickled his lips, and a shy smile spread across her face. He couldn’t hold back a small grin of his own.

“So does this mean you’ll forgive me?” Amy asked, hesitant but hopeful.

Shadow scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully. “The girl I’ve had a soft spot for since the beginning resorted to subterfuge to spend more time with me, then pampered me for a month? I’ll live.”

Any last trace of hesitation vanished from Amy’s face, leaving behind cheeks dusted pink. Shadow tilted her head down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before aiming a smile her way. “Thank you, Amy.”

“Ah—”

She snapped her mouth shut. He raised a brow. “Hm?”

Amy pursed her lips, deliberating, and then her expression turned sheepish. “You know...you can keep calling me ‘Rose,’ if you want...” Her eyes shot open. “I mean—you don’t have to, but...”

Shadow perked up. “I can?”

Her smile was small and secretive. “It’s...nice. No one else calls me that, so...it feels special when you do.”

Shadow smirked roguishly. “No problem. ‘Rose’ it is.”

A happy little noise escaped Amy’s throat, and he knew even before looking that her tail was wagging. As he kept looking around her room, though, Shadow’s stomach churned with nerves once more. “So...I know I’ve recovered by now, but...is your offer from last night still valid?”

She cocked her head. “What do you mean?”

Shadow tugged absently at the blanket underneath him. “I know you’re lonely, and I’ve found a lot of happiness here. More than anywhere else.” He squeezed his eyes shut, ignored the way his stomach flipped, and met her eyes. “I don’t want to leave.”

Amy’s face barely had time to light up before he was pulled into an enthusiastic embrace. “Of course I want you to stay!”

Shadow choked from her strong hug, then laughed and quieted down when she loosened up. He listened patiently, happy just to hear her rant excitedly about all the new ideas she had for the house.

At last, she retreated, showing the exhilarated, post-rant expression he knew most were never patient enough to see.

Their loss.

Shadow ruffled her quills. “In that case, you’d better have supplies ready when I get back.”

Amy frowned. “What do you mean?”

Shadow stood up and adjusted his gloves. “I really do need to talk to Rouge and Omega, but if I’m moving in, then you’ll need that extra wing on your house more than ever.” He smirked down at Amy. “And it’s been established that you can’t handle that yourself, right?”

Amy leapt to her feet and gave a grumpy pout, cheeks puffing out in irritation. “That wasn’t—! Oh, you—!” He chuckled, and she crossed her arms. A few seconds later, though, she stood up straight and snickered. “Are you sure about that? You’re not just going to ask me to sleep in the same bed with you again~?”

Amy giggled, clearly expecting him to get flustered just as she had. Shadow raised a brow.

There’s nothing you can say that’s more embarrassing than that journal.

Shadow snaked an arm around her waist and cradled the back of her head, showing his own smirk when her eyes shot open. He pulled her close, closer than before, and pressed their lips together. He lingered longer this time, deepening the kiss and feeding more passion into it. He tilted his head and lightly scratched her scalp. Inexperience be damned, he kept going even as her fingers dug into his biceps, only pulling back when she whined quietly against his lips.

Shadow broke contact, unable to hold back a smug smile at her wide eyes and flushed cheeks. He leaned up to whisper in her ear.

“Not yet.”

Amy squeaked quietly. He released her and stepped back, unable to hold back a lighthearted laugh. She briefly stumbled, face even redder than before, and he felt his smile turn more genuine.

“I’ll see you later, Rose.”

She held a hand up to try and hide her face, but her bashful smile showed through. “O-okay.”

He took a moment to enjoy the sight before teleporting away.

I never want to forget this day.

[enchantress-arc]

(Last time I posted something that included actual commands, people did end up dropping reading it, so this is just a warning, this does have commands in it. Not much buildup because I'm not trying to get those to work, but, you know, I feel the warning should be there due to that possibility of that happening. With that in mind, hypno stuff and pet stuff are in this post.)

I really should take you home.

It'd be the responsible thing to do, honestly. A pet like you can't just be left out on your own. Especially with how little it took to get you staring. Just about anyone could take you off the street and make you do whatever they want. I suppose you should consider yourself lucky. I'll make sure to take care of you.

We'll get you cleaned up, of course. Pick out some new clothes, something nice. And something to show that you're being taken care of. A collar should do the trick. Worst case, you can sleep at the foot of my bed, can't you cutie? And I'm sure a pet bed can't be too expensive...

Ah, yes, before that, I should really make sure you stay like this. Staring at me won't be enough for the whole process, I'd like to give you some time alone to adjust, but then, well, we need some precautions to make sure you stay during that time, don't we? And, though given the look on your face, it's rather unlikely you'd try anything while I'm present, I'd prefer not to leave that up to chance. And the trip home is rather lengthy, hmmmm... I suppose we should do a bit of training now. Even if it's just temporary, that should be enough, at least until we get home.

Dear, you've been listening so intently, haven't you. Gods, makes me want to pet you right here, right now. But I'd prefer not to draw any attention while your mind is this open. Cutie, just look at me. Take in every inch of my body. Take in the sound of my voice. How deeply it penetrates even the furthest recesses of your mind, how warm and soft and comfortable it feels to follow along. I'm going to be your new owner, understood? And good pets listen to their owners. So when I tell you to be a good pet, you're going to remember your place. You're going to listen. And until I give you other commands, the last statement I associated with "be a good pet" will remain in your mind, right at the forefront, nice and bold and emphasized in my voice, guiding you, reminding you to obey, reminding you who you obey, understood, my darling? Good pet.

To start, dear, be a good pet, and follow me home. I'll be doing the talking, so no need to worry that empty little head of yours. I'll hold your hand, keep you nice and close. It feels good to be so close to your owner, doesn't it? Just follow along, focus on me, and be a good pet. Gods you're obedient, I hadn't even meant to take you like this, cutie, but you were just so suggestible... How could I have possibly resisted when I first saw those little thoughts starting to fall away behind your eyes? With so little effort... I can't imagine how devoted, how obedient you'll be once you're fully trained, dear. And there will be so much training, so much brainwashing and conditioning and little hypnotic suggestions, just for you, darling, waiting for you at home. I can't wait to see what you'll be like afterwards.

You're going to make such a wonderful pet for me, my darling.

[americaswritings]

Headcanon: Being Mason Thames Acting Partner in HTTYD and Falling in love

I have no idea how Hollywood works so this is probably completely unrealistic, but who cares, let a girl dream...

Masterlist

HTTYD is your first big acting gig so when you found out you got the role as the female lead you were so excited!!

But also so nervous

And then you were told Mason Thames would be the male lead and your acting partner in most of your scenes so obviously you googled him right away

And oh god that boy is handsome!

That didn't help your nerves at all :))

You actually told your friends you would be in trouble, if he was nice, because how were you supposed to not develope a crush on him when you would spend literally all day together for months (and kiss)??

Well, he turned out to be so sweet and funny so sigh there went your heart...

It was just you two your age at the beginning of filming so you spent a lot of your (limited) free time playing Mario Kart, watching movies or just hanging out

And you looove re-creating silly tiktoks or coming up with your own ideas for videos (you are so goofy together)

You keep them private though (for now)

“If we post this TikTok, we’ll either go viral or get disowned by the internet.”

“Perfect. Let’s make another one!”

If you're both tired or spend too much time together you develope peak chaotic energy

and there is always lot's of banter

You two grew close quickly, because you're both so young and going through this together

“You know, I’m really glad it’s you I get to do all this with.”

When you get homesick he comforts you

He is so funny and always joking around, but if you have something serious to talk about he always listens and tries to give you advice

And if he doesn't have any he is just there for you or tries to distract you - whatever you need

Also you fall asleep on set A LOT and he always takes photos of you

“Delete it!”

“Never. It’s going in The Archive.”

“THE WHAT?”

“My private masterpiece. 11 photos and counting.”

Yeah, the boy has a whole album on his phone just with photos of you passed out somewhere just to annoy you with them later

"What do you think? Should I post this? Or maybe put it in my story?"

"Don't you dare!"

But he actually thinks you are so cute :))

You fall asleep on his shoulder once and he doesn’t dare move for like an hour, because he doesn’t want to disturb you and for you to wake up and move

Someone else takes a photo then (and he loves that one even more) ;)

With time you grow more comfortable touching each other and eventually it has just become natural for you to be touching in some small way a lot of the time

For example you reach out and fix his hair mid-sentence

"Your hair is always in chaos."

Or you rest your head on his shoulder during a break

"That way you can't take a photo of me, if I fall asleep."

You always have excuses though, if someone else points it out

"It's just for the photo so we look like we don't hate each other!"

"Oh we don't?"

"Only most days."

And you like to jump on his back

"You’ve got to stop doing that without warning.”

“But you always catch me!”

“One day I won’t, and you’ll regret it.”

“Liar.”

Oh and he is tall

"Wow I can see the whole world from up here!"

"You're so ridiculous!"

Sometimes he gets overwhelmed and tired, because he is the lead of the film and therefore has the longest hours and the least breaks

And there are huge expectations...

You always notice he feels that way when he grows quiet

When you two are alone you sit down and tell him how good of an actor he is and how perfectly he fits the role

"You don't have to carry it all alone. We're all here to help."

You are not proud of it, but you get a little jealous when you see people on the internet being so open about their crush on him and how good he looks

It's a little overwhelming and makes you feel small and not good enough

Because how could he ever see you then...

Which is ridiculous, because you get to spend time with him every day while the people on social media don't even know him, but feelings aren't rational...

When you accidentally get hurt filming a fight scene he is so worried at first

You are a bit embarassed about all the attention

"It's just a little nosebleed, I'll live!"

And he keeps checking on you to make sure you're really okay

But at the end of the day you both laugh about it

"You should have seen your face!"

And it makes the cut which you both think is really funny

"Some editor out there really watched me bleeding and went, ‘Yeah… that’s cinema."

“Method acting at its finest.”

One day near the end of shooting you admit to him that you’re scared of filming to be over...

“I don’t want it to end.”

“The shoot?”

“Yeah. I mean… yes and no. I’m excited to go home and sleep for like twelve years. And eat food that doesn’t come from craft services. But also…I’ve gotten so used to seeing you every day. And when this is over, we’re just going back to our lives, right? You’ll be on some new set. I’ll be… somewhere else..."

You don't want to lose the close friendship you have developed

You actually tear up and he is so helpless at first

But then he tells you he is going to text you all the time with updates from his life

"Constantly. You’ll block me out of pure annoyance."

And that you are going to FaceTime a lot, send each other funny reels and visit each other whenever possible

"You are going to be so famous now, you will be busy."

"Come on, I'm never too busy for you!"

"Promise?" "Promise."

And when you wrapped he is the first one to start clapping and give you the biggest hug

When filming is done you still have press to go

(It‘s so exhausting)

At first you’re both sooo nervous and try your best to give good answers and speak all grown-up

Interviewer: “You two seem very mature for your age.”

And you just look at each other and think about the dumb tiktoks you did together the night before

But at one point you’re both so jet-lagged and tired you can’t keep it up anymore

When you accidentally say something unfiltered and weird, he bursts out laughing

“I take it back!"

“Too late. That’s going viral.”

After that you just have fun together and laugh a lot and the fans and interviewers love that too so :)))

It’s is so hard though, seeing him dressed up like that every day ;)

You love all the dresses and outfits you get and how you get styled ("I look like I have my life together")

but you’re also just so tired???

He loves seeing you dressed up too OBVIOUSLY and sometimes you swear he keeps looking at you WHICH IS RIDICULOUS WHY WOULD HE

You both talk about how you’re so excited for a day in sweat pants all the time

You have amazing chemistry in the interviews

That's what the fans say and maayyybe you obsess over it a bit

You even found some fans making compilations of your cute moments and you secretly torment yourself watching them and wondering if he feels the same

(Yeah, you really shouldn't go on social media these days...)

But you do have become such a good team that when one gets stuck on an answer, the other jumps in to finish or redirect it smoothly

When it's time to test your knowledge about the other

"So how well do you really know each other? Ready?”

you exchange a playful look with Mason

Needless to say you perform well on all the friendship tests (duh)

But you still learn something new about the other too and it’s your favorite thing

"I once posted a cover of me singing a Taylor Swift song on youtube and it blew up for a moment."

"Wait? Did you really? How did I not know that? I need to find that!"

The thought of him listening to you sing makes you blush

"I am definitely looking that up later!"

"No, you're not!"

"I so am!"

"I need to take down that video!"

Some questions are hard to answer though, because they put you on the spot

“How do you manage the pressure of being part of such a popular movie at your age and staying ‘picture perfect’?”

Like what are you suposed to say to that?

Or they get very personal and sometimes hurtful

"You joined a really beloved franchise, and with that comes a lot of pressure. There was some noise around your casting at first, and as the female lead opposite Mason, fans have a lot of opinions. How do you deal with that kind of feedback or hate when it shows up on social media?

These questions always stress you out and raise your anxiety and bring down your mood

“…so yeah, I try not to read too much of it and remind myself why I love doing this. But I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t get to me sometimes.”

Mason notices when that happens, because he knows you so well, and he always makes sure, in some small way, that you feel better.

If he can with words:

"People forget there’s a real person behind the screen — and she’s one of the kindest, most hardworking and talented people I’ve ever met. I wouldn’t want to be doing this with anyone else.”

Or he might give you a reassuring look if the camera isn’t on him

Or he initiates some little touch and contact with you

Like brushing his knee against yours under the table

You also have quite unique press dates like recording a day at a theme park (which was so much fun!!)

Or answering the webs most searched questions like you have seen real celebrities do

Sometimes you get sexist questions though. At your age it's not so bad and obvious, but whereas Mason gets asked about the action of the film you get asked about fashion...

You bring it up to him once because it's annoying and hurtful and you come up with a way to deal with those questions together

And when it happens the next time he remembers and helps you shut down the question :))

And when press is over

you did the premieres

and watched the final film together (you definitely did not cry over it)

it's time to say goodbye (there might have been even more tears involved)

But you promised

and so you hadn't even taken-off when his first message pops in

and when you land there are a dozen more

and you make it work

in between schedules and life you face-time and call and text and one day...

...Mason stands in front of your door

"Surprise!"

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[lunareclipse-writes]

Steve Harrington NSFW Alphabet (Gender-neutral Reader)

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A = Aftercare

He’s incredibly attentive after sex. The second it’s over, he’s pulling you close, kissing your forehead, running warm hands over your skin. He's the type to whisper “you okay?” and “did I hurt you at all?” while already reaching for water, snacks, a warm towel. He thrives on cuddles and making sure you’re comfortable and loved.

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B = Body Part

On himself: He’s secretly proud of his hair (obviously), but in the bedroom? It’s his arms. He likes when you grab his biceps, hold onto him, scratch at his back—it makes him feel strong and wanted.

On you: Your thighs. Loves grabbing them, pushing them apart, resting his head there, biting them lightly. Worships them.

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C = Cum

He’s messy—likes to finish on your stomach or chest, where he can see it. Groans when it drips. But if you’re into it, he’s also very into cumming inside you and watching it slowly leak out. He’ll blush about it later, but in the moment? Filthy.

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D = Dirty Secret

He’s had daydreams of you and him getting caught. Not full-on public sex, but maybe making out way too heavily behind Family Video or grinding up against each other in a bathroom at a party. The risk gets him off.

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E = Experience

He’s well-practiced—but it’s not just about numbers. He pays attention. He’s gotten good by caring about your reactions and memorizing every sound you make. Experienced enough to know what he’s doing, humble enough to still ask, “this okay?” with every shift.

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F = Favorite Position

Missionary—with your legs hooked around his waist, so he can kiss you deeply and watch your face. But also loves cowgirl (any variation), because he adores watching you ride him.

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G = Goofy

He can get silly—muttering playful comments, smirking if something awkward happens—but when things get heated? That golden retriever grin gets wiped off real quick. He’s laser-focused, breathy, and desperate.

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H = Hair

Keeps it trimmed but not bare—natural and soft, like the rest of him. He’s not obsessive about grooming, but he keeps it clean, neat, and nice-smelling.

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I = Intimacy

Romantic as hell. Candlelight, slow music, whispered “you’re so beautiful”s. He’ll cup your cheek mid-thrust and kiss your knuckles. Making love with Steve feels like being worshipped, not just wanted.

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J = Jack Off

He does it—especially if he’s been thinking about you all day. His favorite way to finish is imagining your voice, or the exact face you make when you come.

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K = Kink

Praise kink, 100%. He needs to be told he’s good, that you feel good, that you love what he’s doing. Also has a slight breeding kink, even if pregnancy isn’t possible. Just the idea of cumming in you, filling you up—gets him going.

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L = Location

His bed, 100%, with soft sheets and music playing. But he’s also had some memorable car sex in the back of his BMW. Something about the cramped heat and fogged-up windows really does it for him.

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M = Motivation

Your voice. You moaning his name, sighing, laughing, even arguing—it flips a switch in him. Also: your smell, the way your hips sway, you wearing his clothes. Instant boner.

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N = No

Anything degrading or involving humiliation. He can dirty talk, but he’s not into anything that makes you feel less than adored. Anything mean-spirited? Shut down immediately.

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O = Oral

He loves giving. Like, loves it. Will spend ages between your legs with a determined look in his eyes and messy, drool-slicked lips. He moans while going down, makes it about you. Receiving? Loves that too—grips the sheets, praises you breathlessly, tries not to buck his hips too hard.

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P = Pace

Usually starts slow, teasing, sensual. But once you’re both worked up? It’s deep, fast, and needy. He gets this rhythm that’s borderline desperate—frantic thrusts with sweet words in your ear.

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Q = Quickie

Totally down for them. Before work, during lunch, if you’re alone in the house for five minutes—he’s grabbing you, palming you through your clothes, asking “can I have you, just real quick?”

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R = Risk

He’s not extreme, but he does get turned on by risky timing or places. He’d try something new if you brought it up—likes experimenting with you, because it’s fun and sexy and intimate.

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S = Stamina

Can go 2-3 rounds in one night if you rile him up. He lasts a decent amount, especially the first time—unless you touch him a certain way or talk dirty, then he might blow embarrassingly fast. He’ll make up for it with his mouth, no question.

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T = Toys

Curious about toys, especially ones that stimulate you. Vibrators? Yes. He loves holding one on you while he fucks you. He doesn’t use toys on himself much, but if you pull one out? He’ll watch. Eyes locked the whole time.

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U = Unfair

He can tease, especially if he’s feeling cocky. Will grind against you without taking off your clothes, whisper in your ear, kiss your neck—until you’re whining. But he’s not cruel. He wants to make you come, even if he takes his time doing it.

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V = Volume

Steve is loud. Moans, gasps, breathy “fuck”s, your name over and over. He praises constantly—“You feel so good,” “That’s it, baby,” “You’re perfect”—and when he’s close? It’s a growl in your ear.

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W = Wild Card

He’s definitely jerked off in the shower while thinking about you wearing his Scoops Ahoy shorts. He still has them. You found them once, and he turned redder than a tomato.

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X = X-ray

Not huge, but thick. Around 6.5–7 inches, with a curve that hits just right. He keeps it clean, and he knows how to use it—especially when paired with his hips and mouth.

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Y = Yearning

His sex drive is high, but not uncontrollable. He’s just needy in a soft way—always touching, always kissing, always hoping it leads to more. Sometimes he just wants to be close. Sometimes? He wants to rail you into next week.

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Z = Zzz

Falls asleep pretty fast—especially if you’re curled into his chest. But not before checking on you, peppering your skin with sleepy kisses, and mumbling, “You’re everything to me.”

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“Late Shift”

Steve Harrington x GN!Reader

Tags: Established relationship, soft but desperate smut, praise, oral (receiving), missionary, light teasing, post-coital cuddles.

~1.6k words.

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It always starts the same—with your back pressed to the Family Video counter, lights dimmed, door locked, and Steve crowding into your space like he needs you.

“Missed you all day,” he breathes against your neck, his fingers sliding under your shirt, skimming your waist. His mouth is warm and soft, kissing a path up to your jaw. “Didn’t even get a chance to touch you this morning. Thought I was gonna lose my mind.”

You grin, teasing. “Did you jerk off in the break room again?”

His laugh is muffled against your skin, but he bites your shoulder lightly in retaliation. “You are evil.”

His hands grow bolder as he presses you further back onto the counter, tugging your shirt up, trailing kisses down your chest. You’re already pulsing between your legs just from his touch—he always does this, ignites you from nothing like a match struck in the dark.

“Let me make it up to you,” he murmurs, kneeling, dragging your pants and underwear down in one smooth motion.

“Steve—someone could—”

“It’s 10:40. Nobody’s coming.” His voice is lower now, darker. “Except you.”

His hands settle on your thighs, spreading them gently. You can feel the warmth of his breath against your sex. And then—his mouth. Hot, wet, hungry. He groans into you like he’s been starving.

You toss your head back with a gasp, fingers threading through that perfect, soft hair. “Steve—fuck—”

He looks up at you with blown pupils and slick lips, worshipful and wrecked. “You taste so good. Can’t get enough of you.”

His tongue works slow, deliberate circles, alternating pressure with maddening precision. He moans every time you twitch, dragging you closer to the edge just to pull you back again. His hands grip your thighs, thumbs drawing soft strokes into your skin, grounding you even as he unravels you.

It doesn’t take long.

You come with a cry, trembling, legs closing around his head as he holds you through it, sucking you gently until you can’t take anymore. He kisses the inside of your thigh as you breathe through it, like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever touched.

When you finally slide off the counter, Steve’s already standing, lips swollen, flushed and hard in his jeans.

“Need you,” he whispers, leaning in for a kiss that’s all tongue and heat and desperation. “Need to be inside you. Please.”

“Then take me,” you murmur against his mouth.

You end up bent over the little couch in the break room, your body pliant under him as he pushes inside. He starts slow—he always does—but it doesn’t take long for him to lose rhythm, panting into your shoulder.

“You feel so good—so tight—fuck, baby—”

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you up against him so he can reach deeper. The new angle makes you both moan, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the small room. He’s whispering praise in your ear between kisses.

“Perfect—so perfect—always take me so well—god, I love you—”

You’re both close, the pressure building unbearably fast, and when you clench around him, he shudders.

“Don’t—fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Inside,” you whisper. “Want it—need you to come inside.”

He groans loudly, biting down on your shoulder as he thrusts in one final time and spills inside you with a moan that vibrates through your whole body.

You collapse forward onto the couch, shaking, and Steve follows, collapsing half on top of you, both of you breathing hard.

“Holy shit,” he mutters against your skin. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You laugh weakly. “That was you, Harrington.”

After a moment, he kisses your temple, shifting to gently pull out. He stands slowly, tugging his pants up just enough to waddle off and grab some paper towels from the tiny kitchen area.

“Don’t move. I got you.”

You lie there, sore and blissed-out, while he carefully cleans you up, his touch soft and sweet. He helps you back into your clothes, then pulls you into his lap on the couch.

You curl against his chest, breathing in the mix of sweat and cheap cologne and something just so Steve.

“Next time,” he says, pressing a kiss to your hair, “we’re doing this at home. With, like, real pillows. And candles. And maybe a bed.”

You hum contentedly, fingers idly brushing over his chest. “You’re such a sap.”

He grins. “Yeah. But I’m your sap.”

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Masterlist

[elderwisp]

OC Tag Game

thank you for the tag @morrigan-sims ! as requested, here is some lore about Buff ;_; i tag: @allfrogsmatter @cakepoppresent @lynzishell @gvaudoiin-tricou @flovoid

General

Name: Buff. He doesn't have a last name since his clan takes on the last name based off of an achievement. His alias doubles as his last name which was given to him by his Dad gave him before sending him off.

Alias: the Unremarkable

Gender + Pronouns: Cis | He/Him

Age: 20

Spoken Language(s): Orcish and Common

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Occupation: He works for Edrick Morvin as a mercenary (although it's more like he's paying off a debt after destroying this man's bar)

the rest shall be under the cut! ⇣

Favorite

Color: His favorite color would have to be green! It's more comforting if anything. The peacefulness of the forest. The familiarity of his tribe, the Stonlight clan.

Entertainment: In the past, entertainment was hard to come by unless it was the brutish celebrations after a kill or pillaging. However, once he started venturing off into cities, he enjoyed the spectacles life had to offer. Whether it was an entertainer on the street, a bustling market or a lively bar. There was always something new for him to enjoy. Although out of everything, he enjoys a night out in a bar.

Drink: He likes the bubbles of ale. The side effects? Not so much

Pastime: He loves to nature-watch, especially if he finds a nice tree with some plush grass underneath. Lately though, he's started to pick up on sewing his clothes. Although he occasionally needs the help of Bone when it comes to threading the needle. (They both are pretty bad at it!)

Food: Any sort of hearty soup. The first time he tried soups of the city was such a life-changer to him. In his past, all he ever really had was boar, potatoes, and occasional green, but to put it in a soup?? Oh my

Have they...

Passed University: Negative.

Had Sex: Nope.

Had sex in Public: Also nope.

Got Tattoos: No although getting inked has piqued his interest. In his tribe, it was more like ceremonial markings, whereas the city, he likes the artistic element to it!

Got Scarred: Plenty. He has the scar on his nose from sparring in his youth. He has scars from his previous encounters. His most recent was a bite from his encounter with a bone naga.

Had a Broken Heart: Nah. Even the disappointment of his father didn't feel like having his heart broken, deep down inside, it felt like he was finally set free. Even if freedom came with a whole other set of problems.

Are They...

A Cuddler: If he experienced cuddling, I just know he'd enjoy it. But he'd really have to trust the other.

Jealous Easily: No, he finds jealousy, while valid, simply complicates a situation based on paranoia. Although he has more of a logical viewpoint because he's never been placed in a scenario where he's had to experience it.

Trustworthy: Once you get to know him, yes. But at first glance, absolutely not. Especially if his face is covered, he's quite looming, carries a huge ax and has the typical orcish features, he comes off as a bloodthirsty brute. And then the hood comes down and you're sorta perplexed because he has a soft face followed by a quiet voice.

Family

Siblings: None. Bone is like the closest he's experienced to having a sibling.

Parents: His father is Jagg Oathsworn and his mother is Dura the Undying. He wasn't raised by his mother, that was left to the handmaidens so their relationship is practically nonexistent. Meanwhile, he had to answer to his father a bunch and that relationship was strained since Buff had no attachment to taking over the tribe when it was time. His father took Buff's lack of interest as lazy and ungratefulness. Buff simply felt like there was more to life than cruelty. (Which is interesting considering his current occupation requires cruelty at times but I'll yap about that separately!)

Children: None.

Pets: None!

[bonbunzi]

‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ bf!enhypen (ot7) as things my bf does

peer reviewed by my bf, enjoy :3 (this was so self-indulgent obvi)

heeseung ✶ late night gaming sesh + has at least two snacks opened and within arms reach + heeseung: "baby can you feed me chips while i play rocket league?" + lets you sit on his lap & attacks you with kisses the moment he dies in game + played fortnite with you once & had you obsessed for 3 months

+ you: "OMG BABY I JUST GOT MY FIRST VICTORY ROYALE!" + heeseung: "LET'S FUCKING GO YOU'RE SO HOT AND SEXY THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND!" + spends maybe a bit too much time gaming late into the nights + you: "hee, i'm tiredddd, let's go to bed" + heeseung: "just wait my love, i'm almost done with this game-" + you: "if you don't get off you're not getting cuddles tonight" + heeseung: "NONONONO OK I'M DONE GET IN BED LET'S CUDDLE"

jay ✶ cooking dinner + always finding new recipes on tiktok and instagram + jay: "we should totally make this for dinner tonight" + loves hugging you from behind, especially when you're cooking at the stove or washing the dishes + has a separate freezer for only meats because he needs "the gains" + jay: "love, did you flip the chicken yet?" + you: "no, i thought you said you were gonna do it..." + *fire alarm goes off* + for some reason thinks it's cute yet funny how easily you bloat after each meal + the both of you making jokes about food babies + *placing his hand on your bloated stomach* "how many months? boy or girl?"

jake ✶ playing tennis + rediscovered his love for tennis after finding his racket in the closet + jake: "babe, you have to learn how to play so that when my friends get girlfriends we can 2v2 and win" + is surprised by how easily you picked up tennis when you guys went to practice at the courts + jake: "holy shit why are you actually good at this? i'm gonna go try hard on you now" + you catch him online shopping for tennis skirts and other accessories for you + jake: "babe, i just saw that pink tennis balls exist. do you want?" + takes his shirt off mid-round because it's getting "too hot" (definitely not because he wants to show off his muscles and distract you) + every now and then he'll lose a quick set to you but doesn't even care and glazes you about your tennis skills

sunghoon ✶ getaway trip + suggested a getaway trip for your guy's anniversary + lowkey your sugar daddy with the way he paid for the hotel, dinners, your clothes, almost everything really + leaves the itinerary planning to you because he knows you'll always find the best spots + you: "god damn hoon, how much was this hotel?! this shit is nice as fuck" + sunghoon: "it's our first getaway trip together, of course i had to splurge" + absolutely loves the fact he gets to wake up next to you every morning + tries to secretly photograph you for "candids" + aquarium dates are a must-do + sunghoon: "hey look, this fish looks like you heh" + you: "wHAT DO YOU MEAN IT LOOKS LIKE ME IT'S SO UGLY?!"

sunoo ✶ long distance dating + sends you 'good morning' and 'good night' texts everyday + calls and texts you all the time + constantly sending you goofy ass instagram posts and tiktoks + always gushes about how good you look on facetime + sunoo: "you actually look so beautiful right now, oh my god. how did i bag such a baddie?" + saves every photo that you send him and makes one his new wallpaper + whenever he travels he always sends a text of the view captioned, "wish you were here with me right now :(" + loves doing virtual activities with you like watching movies or playing silly games on roblox + makes sure to call you before bed to debrief about your days

jungwon ✶ shopping mall date + lowkey hates shopping but doesn't mind when it's with you + follows you around the stores like an abandoned kitty + has questionable fashion taste + jungwon: "oohh what about this shirt?" + you: "i love you baby, but that looks like something my grandma would wear..." + carries all your shopping bags even though there's like a billion of them + came along for the food, stayed for your dressing room fashion shows + mandatory stop for a sweet treat (auntie anne's iykyk)

ni-ki ✶ painting nails + thinks you're so talented for being able to do your own nails + ni-ki: "damn, you did them yourself? my girlfriend is so talented" + helps you pick out your inspo + will occasionally let you paint one or two of his nails + thinks you could make a side hustle out of it + chats with you the entire time, even if it takes you four hours and it's 1am + you: "i don't know if i like this set...they're kinda ugly and messy-" + ni-ki: "you just spent four hours doing your nails and you think they're UGLY?! they're genuinely salon level expertise, don't say that they're bad" + loves getting head and back scratches when you have long nails

[dioslesbianwife]

Hello, can I get part 4 jojo gang with a reader who's like Noelle from Genshin. Someone who is extremely strong, stubborn, reliable, and willing to endanger her life in order to help someone in need. With the reader's goal of becoming a Police officer

hi, sure! hope u enjoy and thank you for requesting :3

Josuke Higashikata

Totally in awe of you.

He first sees you one-arm lifting a scooter off a crushed puppy like “Oh thank goodness, it only got bruised!” while YOU’RE bleeding out and smiling like it’s no big deal.

“UHHH GIRL- ???”

He constantly has to heal you because you have zero self-preservation. “Y/N, you can’t protect the town if you’re dead!”

Thinks your goal to become a cop is noble but quietly worries about how reckless you are.

“You’d be the best officer ever… just please don’t run into burning buildings anymore.”

Lowkey gets flustered when you carry him bridal-style after a fight. 

Okuyasu

HE’S OBSESSED WITH YOU.

You’re strong, loyal, AND nice?? His dream girl?? His soulmate???

“You wanna be a cop?! That’s SICK!! I’d visit your station every day!!”

Tries to keep up with your workouts and fails miserably. You carried a vending machine once. He passed out after five pushups.

You once took a hit for him and he cried right there on the sidewalk.

Gets very emotional when you talk about wanting to protect Morioh. “Damn. You’re like a superhero. Like All Might, but, like… cuter.”

Koichi

Extremely impressed and extremely concerned.

The first time he sees you carry an injured jogger 3 miles back to town without breaking a sweat, he’s like 🧍‍♂️😳

“Y/N… you’re amazing. But maybe… slow down? Just a bit?”

Tries to talk you out of putting yourself in danger every time but you just smile and thank him for worrying.

“You’re way too good for this world,” he says, genuinely.

Thinks your dream is incredible and will support you 100%- makes you little flashcards for the written exam 

Rohan

Annoyed. Until he’s not.

“Ugh, you again. Charging into danger like some self-sacrificing anime cliché- ”

But the second you block a falling beam from crushing him and say “Are you alright, Mr. Kishibe?” he just stares at you.

He writes a character based on you. It becomes insanely popular.

Pretends he’s indifferent, but always keeps an eye on you during fights.

"If you die doing something stupid and noble, I will be very upset. That’s not permission. That’s a threat.”

Jotaro Kujo

Knows your type immediately.

“She’s gonna get herself killed,” he mutters. “...She’s also going to save this whole town.”

Watches from the shadows like a worried dad. Pretends not to care.

You: getting thrown into a wall

Jotaro: “Yare yare daze- ORAORAORAORA- ”

He actually admires your dream to be a cop, even if he thinks you’re too soft-hearted.

Trains with you sometimes. Quietly impressed when you flip him over once.

“Good. Just don’t die. You’re more useful alive.”

Yukako

Girl you are her IDOL.

“...She’s like some sort of noble girl knight…”

After she’s sure you’re not into Koichi, she latches onto you like glue. Will support your dream.

“If anyone stands in your way, I’ll hold them hostage while you do your paperwork.”

She gets scary protective though. If you’re bleeding and still trying to run into battle, she hair-tackles you to the ground.

“You WILL rest. You are NOT disposable. Understand?!”

Reimi

She’s so moved by your kindness she tears up.

“You’re exactly the kind of person I wish had been there for me...”

You visit her at her alley often, sometimes cleaning up trash or watering the flowers nearby.

Reimi thinks you’re the kind of soul that changes fate.

She 100% believes you’ll become a police officer and help protect Morioh from things no one else sees.

You’re her favorite visitor. You always listen to her stories, and she tells you, “Don’t ever stop being you.”

Tonio

IMMEDIATELY TRIES TO FIX YOUR DIET.

“Signorina! You cannot survive on instant noodles and bruised knuckles alone!!”

Every time you come into his restaurant he’s like “You have dark circles. I am making you soup. SIT.”

He loves your kind spirit and even customizes your dishes to help you recover faster.

You once collapsed from dehydration after lifting a car off a kitten and he NEVER lets you forget it.

“You must treat yourself with the same love you give others!”

Shigechi

Thinks you’re SO cool.

“Whoa!! You’re like a muscley version of Koichi!!”

Tries to show off by helping you help people- like “I can use Harvest to get this lady’s purse back!!”

He’s your biggest fan tbh. Follows you around and asks questions constantly.

“Why do you wanna be a cop? Are the hats comfy?? Do you get snacks?”

You gently explain your sense of justice and he just goes 🥺

Starts calling you “Detective Y/N” and tries to draw you little fake badges.

[muttoncon]

idk if you're down for them but Shenvadi + things you said while we were driving

i am so sorry this took so long... i got a little sidetracked teehee

word count: 1.9k, please forgive any mistakes <3

john liked to think of himself as a good guy. he got good grades in school, his coworkers liked him, his patient satisfaction scores were… alright. driving victoria to and from home during her night shift rotation, while good on paper, was ultimately a not good guy thing to do. 

it started just a few days ago when he saw victoria pouting at her phone in front of the lockers. it was the start of her first night shift and john was placing his backpack in his own locker. 

“something up, javadi? can’t have my new student starting her night shift off on the wrong foot.” she startled, quickly shoving her phone into her scrub pocket. 

“oh! it’s uh- it’s nothing really!” she kept tucking her hair behind her ear, even though there wasn’t any errant stand to tuck back, “my mom just told me that i’ll have to take an uber home. she was supposed to pick me up but my aunt needed her for… something. dad is out this weekend, so he can’t get me either. it’s not that bad but- i just hate taking ubers, yknow?” john just stands there nodding and smiling at her. she just can’t seem to stop talking, going on and on about how she’s fine but when she gets in an uber all she can think about is how she has to put on a nice face and she just can’t relax in a stranger’s car. 

as she kept rambling, john had the god awful thought of giving her a ride home. it’s only when she stopped her rambling that he realized he’d said that awful thought out loud. thankfully, it seemed like he didn’t also blurt out how he wanted to see her relaxed in his passenger seat, his hand in her thigh, her pretty lips singing along to whatever song he put on, long neck tilted back in joy. 

“you- you don’t have to do that! oh my god, i sound like such a child i swear it’s not that big of a deal-“ 

“i want to, javadi. i can even pick you up if you need, so you don’t have to wait on your parents.” victoria’s big brown eyes blinked up at him, her hands hanging limply in the air, her pretty lips making an “O” shape. with a sharp click of her jaw closing, she nodded vigorously, her ponytail bouncing. to stop himself from saying any more stupid shit, he clapped her shoulder and headed towards central.

as that first shift started to end, john kept getting side eyes from the nurses and ellis. he liked being known as a chill guy, but it came with the unfortunate side effect of everyone he works with watching him like a hawk to see him falter. anytime victoria looked at him as he taught (because at the end of the day he is her attending and this is a teaching hospital), he had to quickly dart his eyes to the wall before he smiled like a loon. 

they met, once again, at the lockers. victoria stood there fiddling with the strings of her hoodie. john grabbed his backpack from his locker and tapped her on the shoulder to get her to follow him to the parking lot. they engaged in the typical small talk, “how was your shift?” “it was fine, you?” “fine.” by the time they got to john’s car (a used 2016 subaru outback) victoria had rambled on about the weather for a good 5 minutes. 

it was sweet how shy she was until she just couldn’t stop talking. stuttering over herself, waving her hands around, her face was always so expressive. john just let her keep going, handing her his phone to put her address in waze (she only lived about 15 minutes away from him) before shuffling his “on repeat” playlist on spotify. he learned that she knew how to drive, but wouldn’t get a car until she graduated med school, they had a pretty similar music taste, and that she had quite possibly never relaxed in her whole life. 

cut to a few days later and the shift they were driving away from had been particularly chaotic. multiple MVCs, a psych patient who kept trying to bite everyone, and two nurses who definitely just broke up got into a pretty intense fight in the middle of the ER. john could tell the night had worn down victoria but he wasn’t sure how to ask if she was okay. any time he had tried previously, either while they were working or in the car, she would ask if she’d done something wrong. it seemed to stress her out more than give her an opportunity to share her worries. 

in john’s passenger’s seat, victoria kicked off her shoes and put her knees up to her chest, pulled her hair down, and kept rubbing her shins. he’d only been driving for a few minutes before he started to hear her breathing start to pick up in speed, growing louder than the soft music he was playing. 

“javadi, are you-”

“i need you to pull over. like- like now.” a soft please was added under her breath as john quickly maneuvered into the empty church parking lot. as soon as the car was put into park, victoria flung open her door and ran a few feet away from the car without putting her shoes back on. turning the car off and flinging his seatbelt off, john followed after her. as he jogged up to her, he saw her crouched with her head between her knees, trying her hardest to cry quietly, he squatted down on her right.

“oh god, dr. shen, i’m so sorry. i don’t know what’s happening, i just needed to get out of the car. just- just give me a second and i’ll be fine. i promise, i’m so sorry.” she put her hands in her hair, tugging at the roots. before he could stop himself, john kneeled on the pavement and placed a hand on the back of her neck, softly rubbing the column of her throat with his thumb. he could feel her rapid pulse, all the frantic blood running through her veins. 

“java- victoria, it’s okay. you’re having a panic attack after a rough shift. it’s happened to me more times than i can count. you gotta take some deep breaths before you pass out or something. we can stay here as long as it takes, i won’t leave.” victoria started to shakily take deep breaths, in through her nose and out through her mouth. while john rubbed her neck with his thumb, softly shushing her, her shoulders moved away from her ears and her cries turned into soft little sniffles. 

“better?” he asked, moving his head down to try and look her in the eyes but she still had them closed. she nodded, taking a few more breaths before prying her hands out of her hair to wipe the tears away from her cheeks. when she opened her eyes back up and stared at him, he couldn’t help smiling. her eyes were still red and watery, her cheeks mottled, but she returned his smile.

“ready?” john tilted his head back towards the car and victoria nodded. when he pushed himself up to stand, he stuck his hand out for her, and when she grasped it to be pulled up, he didn’t let go. they held hands for the short distance to his subaru before breaking apart to climb in. john started the car and began the drive to victoria’s again. stealing a glance at her, the rising sun shone on her face through the windshield, bathing her sad little face in golden light. 

“dr. shen, i just want to apologize aga-”

before victoria could finish her sentence, john held up a hand to stop her. “call me john. maybe not at work, but i’d like to think of us as friends now, yeah?” he glanced just in time to see her staring at him and she nodded. “cool. since we’re friends, you don’t need to apologize. i’m serious. this job is stressful, today was stressful. i wish i could say it gets easier, but ideally you learn better ways to cope with it than bottling it up.”

“how do you cope?” her soft question paused his tangent. “i just… you always seem so calm.”

he started to chuckle, pulling into her neighborhood he started to slow the car down. “do you want me to be real?” john chanced looking over at her again. she’d shifted to turning her whole body to look at him, hair tucked behind her ears, socked feet on the seat, her eyes wide as her head bobbed up and down. he could see her tiny lily of the valley earrings sway with the movement. 

“most of the time, after work, i’ll take an edible and veg out on the couch. listen to music, play some mario kart, or just watch shitty tv. i like to just… zone out, y’know?” he could see her house (really her parent’s house) only a few yards away, but he pulled over anyways, parking the car and turning to look back at her. her pretty mouth was open in an “O” again and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“an edible? like- like weed?"

“yeah. it’s medicinal, so if you think about it, it’s literally the doctor's orders for me to get high.” that got a shocked giggle out of her, but she still looked like she had more to say, but was holding herself back. 

“y’know, if you want, i have some gummies in my bag. i can give you one to try out, they’re only 5mg. i’d still only eat half since i’m guessing you’ve never gotten high before.” victoria really started laughing at that, stuttering over herself as john leaned into the back seat and opened his backpack. he fished out a gummy from the tin and held it in the palm of his hand, almost like he was displaying it to her.

“no pressure, but i think it’ll help. honestly you’ll probably just fall asleep, but it’s better than staying up and worrying yourself to death.” 

she held a hand out to grab the gummy but paused just inches over his hand, “are- are you sure?” he nodded and she plucked it out of his palm, quickly, like he was going to snatch it away from her. she stared at it for a moment before having it in her pocket. it was only when john put the car out of park to get them closer to her house did it seem like she realized they were in her neighborhood. 

parking again, he watched victoria as picked up her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and put her hand on the door handle. she opened the door a few inches before closing it again and turning to face him again. 

“you really want to be friends? like, actual friends?” she looked so unsure, biting her lower lip and furrowing her brow. 

“of course, victoria. i like you, i have fun talking to you.” at that she stopped chewing her lip and smiled so brightly at him. it was like he had his own pocket sun, right there in his passenger’s seat. she opened up the car door again and waved at him as she closed. he watched her walk up the front door and before she disappeared into her home, she turned around and gave him a little curtsy before dashing in the door, slamming it behind her. 

he smiled like an idiot all the way home.