#Look. My brain is a mess while I'm drawing okay.

[themintman]

I was in the middle of drawing shuttah and my brain started associating it with those stupid snails from miitopia 😭 do y'all see my vision...

[vanteguccir]

OKAY BUT IMAGINE the very time you ever mention kids around either Matt or Chris. like the relationship is getting serious yknow, and you just casually mention ‘our kids are gonna be so cute’ or ‘do you think they’ll have your eyes or mine?’ like they would absolutely LOSE IT. they would get all gushy and instantly be like ‘we can make one right now’ or ‘we can practice for the future’

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOUR KIDS ARE GONNA BE CUTE * MATT STURNIOLO * BLURB

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N mentions her thoughts about their future children to Matt for the first time, and he absolutely lose it.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader

WARNINGS　::　Mentions of becoming parents.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

The air smelled like warm vanilla from Y/N's candle burning on the coffee table, and the only sounds were the faint hum of a playlist Matt had thrown on shuffle and the occasional rustling of a blanket being adjusted.

Y/N and Matt were on the floor of the living room, a mess of art supplies spread out between them.

It had started as a joke when Matt pointed at his last drawing glued to the fridge, making some comment about never being able to color inside the lines as a kid, and Y/N had promptly pulled out one of those oversized coloring books meant for children, the ones with thick, black-outlined cartoons and pages that smelled like paper from an elementary school classroom.

So now, here they were, stomach-down on the living room floor, legs bent at the knees and swinging absentmindedly while Y/N concentrated on shading in a cartoonish giraffe. Matt was beside her, hunched over a page with his tongue slightly poking out in concentration as he attempted to color a macaw in different shades of blue.

"This is always so relaxing." Matt muttered, switching to a green crayon to shade the macaw wing. "Think' m'brain just shut off in the best way."

Y/N hummed in agreement, watching the way his fingers moved, slightly calloused from years of gripping drumsticks and gaming controllers, now delicately holding a crayon as if it were something precious.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Y/N sighed contently and let her head drop against her arm, admiring the half-colored giraffe in front of her.

"Our kids are gonna be so cute coloring together. Imagine them coming to us with a new drawing every day."

It was such a casual, passing comment, said with the same energy as commenting on the weather. But the moment the words left her lips, the entire room seemed to freeze.

Actually, no. Matt froze.

Like, completely.

His fingers went slack. The tiny crayon rolled off and disappeared somewhere into the carpet, but he didn’t even register it.

Our kids.

His heart did a backflip. Then another. Then it practically shot into orbit.

Y/N, still focused on her giraffe, didn’t notice the way that his posture went rigid, or how he turned his head to look at her as fast as humanly possible, blue eyes wide and blinking like she had just uttered the most beautiful words in the English language.

Our kids.

She said our kids.

Matt inhaled sharply, trying to calm the way his chest was suddenly tight with love.

"What?" His voice came out slightly choked.

Y/N glanced up at him, eyebrows raising slightly at his reaction.

"What?" She echoed, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Did I- was that weird?"

Matt shook his head rapidly, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to form a sentence, but his brain had just blue-screened.

"No! No, no, no, it’s not weird, it’s just-" He exhaled sharply, then, out of nowhere, let out an actual whine, burying his face in his hands.

Y/N blinked.

"Matt?"

"I’m gonna lose my mind." He groaned dramatically, peeking at her through his fingers.

His milky skin was now flushed in a deep shade of pink, and his big eyes were so ridiculously, stupidly soft that it made Y/N’s heart stutter.

"You can’t just say that out of nowhere, baby. I was not prepared. I was having a normal, peaceful time, and then you just drop that on me?"

Y/N’s lips twitched in amusement.

"Drop what? That our kids are gonna be cute?"

Matt let out a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a strangled gasp, as if he physically could not handle the sheer concept of it. He shot up onto his knees, ignoring the slight pain coming from his ankle with the moviments and placing both hands on Y/N’s cheeks with sudden urgency.

"Say it again."

Y/N giggled, tilting her head.

"What, that our kids-"

"Angel, I swear to God, you’re gonna put me in an early grave." He looked like he was having a full existential crisis, running a hand through his hair before gripping the back of his neck as if trying to steady himself. "Can we make one right now? I'm fully prepared to be a dad, just realized it-"

Y/N burst out laughing, shoving his shoulder lightly.

"Matthew!"

"I’m being so serious." He insisted, grabbing Y/N’s hands and squeezing them like a man possessed. "You don’t understand, baby. I love kids. I’ve always loved kids. And then you’re here, coloring next to me, saying words like ‘our kids,’ and now I can't stop thinking of a mini mix of me and you coloring in our living room."

Y/N swore she felt her heart physically swell, tilting her head and observing his gentle expression.

"... Do you think they’ll have your eyes or mine? Because, personally, I think they’d look adorable with your eyes."

"Matt." She whispered, a little overwhelmed by how utterly, devastatingly in love with him she was in that moment.

His face softened even more, which Y/N hadn’t even thought was possible.

"I’m serious." He murmured, thumb brushing over her knuckles. "You see a future with me like that? Do you really?"

Y/N nodded without hesitation.

"Of course, I do. The prettiest and most perfect future."

His expression melted into something so tender that it made Y/N’s chest ache. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath tickling her upper lip.

"Good." He whispered. "Because I think about that all the time. And now I’m never gonna stop thinking about it."

Y/N smiled, nudging her nose against his.

"So, we’re in agreement?"

Matt grinned, eyes twinkling.

"Our kids are gonna be very cute."

© vanteguccir

[burntoutdaydreamer]

Weird Brain Hacks That Help Me Write

I'm a consistently inconsistent writer/aspiring novelist, member of the burnt-out-gifted-kid-to-adult-ADHD-diagnosis-pipeline, recently unemployed overachiever, and person who's sick of hearing the conventional neurotypical advice to dealing with writer's block (i.e. "write every single day," or "there's no such thing as writer's block- if you're struggling to write, just write" Like F*CK THAT. Thank you, Brenda, why don't you go and tell someone with diabetes to just start producing more insulin?)

I've yet to get to a point in my life where I'm able to consistently write at the pace I want to, but I've come a long way from where I was a few years ago. In the past five years I've written two drafts of a 130,000 word fantasy novel (currently working on the third) and I'm about 50,000 words in on the sequel. I've hit a bit of a snag recently, but now that I've suddenly got a lot of time on my hands, I'm hoping to revamp things and return to the basics that have gotten me to this point and I thought I might share.

1) My first draft stays between me and God

I find that I and a lot of other writers unfortunately have gotten it into our heads that first drafts are supposed to resemble the finished product and that revisions are only for fixing minor mistakes. Therefore, if our first draft sucks that must mean we suck as writers and having to rewrite things from scratch means that means our first draft is a failure.

I'm here to say that is one of the most detrimental mentalities you can have as a writer.

Ever try drawing a circle? You know how when you try to free-hand draw a perfect circle in one go, it never turns out right? Whereas if you scribble, say, ten circles on top of one another really quickly and then erase the messy lines until it looks like you drew a circle with a singular line, it ends up looking pretty decent?

Yeah. That's what the drafting process is.

Your first draft is supposed to suck. I don't care who you are, but you're never going to write a perfect first draft, especially if you're inexperienced. The purpose of the first draft is to lay down a semi-workable foundation. A really loose, messy sketch if you will. Get it all down on paper, even if it turns out to be the most cliche, cringe-inducing writing you've ever done. You can work out those kinks in the later drafts. The hardest part of the first draft is the most crucial part: getting started. Don't stress yourself out and make it even harder than it already is.

If that means making a promise to yourself that no one other than you will ever read your first draft unless it's over your cold, dead body, so be it.

2) Tell perfectionism to screw off by writing with a pen

I used to exclusively write with pencil until I realized I was spending more time erasing instead of writing.

Writing with a pen keeps me from editing while I right. Like, sometimes I'll have to cross something out or make notes in the margins, but unlike erasing and rewriting, this leaves the page looking like a disaster zone and that's a good thing.

If my writing looks like a complete mess on paper, that helps me move past the perfectionist paralysis and just focus on getting words down on the page. Somehow seeing a page full of chicken scratch makes me less worried about making my writing all perfect and pretty- and that helps me get on with my main goal of fleshing out ideas and getting words on a page.

3) It's okay to leave things blank when you can't think of the right word

My writing, especially my first draft, is often filled with ___ and .... and (insert name here) and red text that reads like stage directions because I can't think of what is supposed to go there or the correct way to write it.

I found it helps to treat my writing like I do multiple choice tests. Can't think of the right answer? Just skip it. Circle it, come back to it later, but don't let one tricky question stall you to the point where you run out of brain power or run out of time to answer the other questions.

If I'm on a role, I'm not gonna waste it by trying to remember that exact word that I need or figure out the right transition into the next scene or paragraph. I'm just going to leave it blank, mark to myself that I'll need to fix the problem later, and move on.

Trust me. This helps me sooooo much with staying on a roll.

4) Write Out of Order

This may not be for everyone, but it works wonders for me.

Sure, the story your writing may need to progress chronologically, but does that mean you need to write it chronologically? No. It just needs to be written.

I generally don't do this as much for editing, but for writing, so long as you're making progress, it doesn't matter if it's in the right order. Can't think of how to structure Chapter 2, but you have a pretty good idea of how your story's going to end? Write the ending then. You'll have to go back and write Chapter 2 eventually, but if you're feeling more motivated to write a completely different part of the book, who's to say you can't do that?

When I'm working on a project, I start off with a single document that I title "Scrap for (Project Title)" and then just write whatever comes to mind, in whatever order. Once I've gotten enough to work with, then I start outlining my plot and predicting how many chapters I'm going to need. Then, I create separate google docs for each individual chapter and work on them in whatever order I feel like, often leaving several partially complete as I jump from one to the other. Then, as each one gets finished, I copy and paste the chapter into the full manuscript document. This means that the official "draft" could have Chapters 1 and 9, but completely be missing Chapters 2-8, and that's fine. It's not like anyone will ever know once I finish it.

Sorry for the absurdly long post. Hopes this helps someone. Maybe I'll share more tricks in the future.

[rosenclaws]

Hi! 👋

I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if I could submit a request?

The reader is a shy artist who is a friend of Wades. She carries a sketchbook with her everywhere to sketch new pieces, but she doesn't show her work to people unless it's to Wade.

She and Worst!Logan become friends and slowly develop feelings for one another, but they won't say anything to each other because they think that the other wouldn't want them. Until Worst!Logan finds her sketchbook by accident and finds the book is filled with sketches of him. Worst!Logan confronts her about it, but she's a stuttering mess, and they end up confessing to each other. And please make it extra fluffy. Maybe throw in a kiss or a makeout session. Your choice lol.

Thank you and have a good day! 😊

Hidden Feelings and Hidden Sketches || Worst!Logan Howlett x Reader

warnings: drinking, swearing, wade making suggestive comments, make out sesh towards the end, reader gets drunk and logan helps her out. Logan also calls the reader sketch. It got kinda suggestive at the end I apologize sldfjka

a/n: Hi!! This idea is adorable omg I love it, I hope it was fluffy enough for you I have to admit I'm not great at writing pure fluff. I also hope wade is funny because I am not funny so its hard to write his dialogue sometimes. I also altered the plot a little so i hope its okay

You never quite understood how you and Wade became friends. He was possibly the biggest extrovert you have ever met and you were the exact opposite. He saw you once at his favorite diner with your sketchbook and he jumped into the seat across from you.

Yapping on about your art and if you drew often and that he once tried to paint but the class didn't appreciate his art and asking if you'd paint him naked as a present for his girlfriend. Which you declined very quickly.

He wouldn't leave you alone, talking and asking you all sorts of things. You getting a few words in and him covering the other 98% of the conversation. He left with the promise of seeing you again and disappeared before you could say anything else.

It was an odd experience that's for sure but you liked Wade. Sure enough he kept coming back and a friendship had blossomed. He invited you over to dinner multiple times but you always declined, choosing to meet at the diner instead.

Slowly he got you out of your shell around him. Cracking jokes and sometimes putting him in his place when he went a little too far. You showed him your sketchbook after a while and he gushed over your drawings. Begging you to draw him at his best angles and you would sometimes give in.

When he disappeared for a while you got worried, that is until he showed up with a new dog and a very handsome new friend. You couldn't take your eyes off of him. Wade spotted you and waved but you didn't even notice.

"I know right, he's like a tall glass of rage filled water." Wade sighs as he sits across from you.

"I uh what?" You hug your sketchbook close to your chest as you rip your eyes away from Wade's new friend.

"Oh don't pretend like you weren't eye fucking him the second he walked in here, not that I blame you." Your eyes widen as you start to stutter. Your face heating up as you stare at the pancakes in front of you instead. A loud grunt catches your attention. You can barely meet his eyes as your brain is too busy being embarrassed by what Wade had said.

"You can sit on my lap angel cakes." Wade pats his leg but gets shoved to the side as his new friend sits down across from you.

"Logan this is my friend, be a good kitty and play nice." Logan rolls his eyes and chooses to ignore Wade. He does look at you though, burning a whole through your skull.

"Hi Logan," You say shyly.

"Hi." A few beats of silence pass until Wade breaks it as usual.

"Well aren't you two the life of the party, if you excuse me I have to go relieve myself." Wade stands up and instead of asking Logan to move, starts to climb over the man.

"What the fuck?!" Logan hisses as he grabs Wades shirt and tosses him to the ground. You can't help the laugh that escapes your mouth as your friend flops to the ground.

"So rude." Wade shakes his head and heads off to the bathroom. Silence falls once again as you awkwardly push around the pancakes on your plate.

"What's that?" Logan asks, nodding towards your sketchbook. You grab your book and shove it into your bag.

"Nothing! It's uh, just a sketchbook it's nothing don't worry about it." Logan raises an eyebrow as you panic in front of him.

As if you couldn't feel more embarrassed. You debate on waiting for wade or just leaving to save yourself but Logan makes the choice for you.

"You don't have to stay, not holding you hostage." He sips his coffee as you let out a shaky laugh.

"Not much of a talker." You play with your fork as you look up at Logan. He's much more handsome up close.

"Neither am I." He offers a small half smile and you return it. He's still incredibly intimidating but maybe you can stick it out a little longer. Logan's food comes and the two of you eat in a comfortable silence and when you're done you work up the courage if he'll be here tomorrow. He holds the door open for you as you step outside.

You clutch tightly onto the strap of your bag as you wait for his answer. He lights a cigar and you try and suppress your smile when he says he will be. As you part ways you realize that Wade never did come back from the bathroom.

That sneaky bastard.

-on

The diner uh, meetings as you called them, with Logan were amazing. His grumpy exterior was hard to crack but eventually the two of you started to become friends. Being with Logan started to become your favorite parts of the week. He was more than the tough guy persona he put on. What surprised you the most is that he seemed interested in you too. Well you know as friends.

Logan could appreciate someone who liked the quiet. He never pushed you out of your comfort zone, never made you feel uncomfortable. He was just Logan. Call it what you want but it was only a matter of time before you fell head over heels for that man. Not that you'd ever tell him.

How could you?

He's a superhero. He's gorgeous and grumpy and funny and so much more. All you do is draw silly pictures. So for now you settle on friends. Even if he makes your stomach turn with ever smile. Even if his laugh is the best thing you've ever heard. Friends. That's good enough for now.

-

"Wade Wilson I am going to kill you!" You say angrily.

He had texted you asking you to meet him for coffee and you had agreed solely because you never got the chance to scold him for his little dine and dash.

"Leaving me alone with a stranger!" You slap his hand as he tries to reach for your pastry.

"Ow! That was so five months ago! Anyways I was just trying to help. You know, relieve the sexual tension." You gasp as he makes a very lewd gesture with his hands.

"Besides, you and Logi bear are spending a lot of time together for just being friends huh Boo-Boo." Before you can stop him he reaches for your sketchbook. Keeping it just out of reach as he flips through the pages.

"Give it back!" You plead as you reach across the table.

"Oh. My. God. How come you never draw me this sexy?" He shows you the pages and you fall back into your seat in defeat.

You know what's in there and now Wade does too. Pages and pages of sketches of Logan. You feel like a stalker. It's not your fault! Ever since you met him he's all you can think about. All you can draw.

"Please give it back." You beg but he refuses.

"You'll get it back after you admit to Logan how you feel."

"What!" Your jaw drops as you make another lunge for your book.

"I am a very impatient man and I'm not about to wait another thousand words for the two of you to fuck." He stands up and tucks the book down his pants.

"Ew really?" You groan as you let your face fall into your hands.

"I'm having a get together and you're invited. Logan will be there it's the perfect opportunity." You feel like throwing up at the idea of talking to Logan about any of this.

Maybe you could just steal it back tonight. Or maybe you could never show your face to anyone ever again. Yah the second option sounds better. If only it was that simple. You waited for many anxiety filled hours, the only thing on your mind is getting your damn book back. You knock on the door and it swings open with Wade standing there, a stupid smile on his face.

"Honey badger at 4 o'clock." He hands you a drink and pushes you right towards him. You shoo him away, taking a deep breath and head towards Logan.

"Hi Logan," You say nervously.

"Didn't think these were really your thing." He says with a smile. You laugh nervously and nod your head.

"Yeah well...I thought he'd finally stop asking if I came to one of these things." You joke. Logan snorts and offers you the seat next to him.

"Good luck with that." You sit next to him and swirl around the ice in your drink.

If you're going to tell him then you're going to need a lot of help. Logan's eyes widen as you down your drink in one go, making a face before asking for another one. He's never seen you at a party, let alone drink.

"Why don't you take it easy there sketch."

"It's a party right, why not have a little fun." Logan keeps an eye on you as you drink and drink. As the night passes on he realizes that you might have had a little too much. You can barely get a sentence out by the time the party's over.

"Hi Logii!" Your arms slink around his neck as you stumble into him.

"Come on, let me take you home." He chuckles as he helps you to the door.

"Nooo, I needa get my uh..." You stop and think for a moment.

"My uhhh" Logan hums as he helps you to your apartment. You stay close to Logan as you walk through the night. He's just so warm and he smells so good.

"Got your keys?" You pat around for them and frown. Logan reaches into your bag and pulls them out.

"Right here." He unlocks your door and helps you to your bed. You sigh as your head hits your pillow.

"Oh! my sketchbook. Wade has my sketchbook." You say with a yawn.

"I'll get it back tomorrow, now sleep well." Logan takes off his jacket and lays it on you. He brushes your cheek gently. A soft smile on his face as he leaves you to sleep peacefully.

"Good night."

-

God your head hurt and the sun was way too bright. You crack your eyes open groan as you head pounds. What were you even thinking last night? You wanted your damn book back that's what you were thinking. A loud knock on your door makes you moan in pain. Getting up you swing open your door only to be met with Logan holding your book. Your face pales as you see a smirk on his face.

"Wade gave me back your book." You reach out for it but he holds it back.

"You're a real good artist sketch." To your horror he opens up your book and flips to one of its pages.

Right in front of you was a side profile sketch of Logan. It had been while you were at the park or something. The sun was hitting him perfectly, he had this content look on his face. You couldn't help but draw it when you got back home. To capture him in a moment where everything felt okay.

"I uh..I.." You don't know what to say. He caught you red handed. Your face is on fire from shame and embarrassment as he finally hands over your book. You can't even look at him.

"I'm sorry." You whisper. Shutting your eyes you hope he gets the hint and leaves, leaves you to wallow in pity.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry." He grabs your chin and tilts your head up.

"I'm flattered sketch. I think you really captured me pretty good." You still can't bring yourself to say anything as you hug your book tightly. You can't tell if he's making fun of you or what.

"This isn't funny Logan." You try and push his hand off you but his grip is strong.

"Not trying to be funny." He brushes his thumb over your lips.

"Logan..." Your eyes flick down to his lips and you know he catches you.

"Say it, come on don't be shy. Not with me." Sighing you dig your fingernails into your book.

"I love you." Your voice is barely above a whisper, eyes squeezing shut. You almost hope he doesn't hear it but of course he does.

He presses his lips to yours roughly. You drop your book in shock as you melt deep into his kiss. Wasting no time in kissing him back, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. He deepens the kiss as his hands fall to your sides. You pull away much to his disappointment, his lips chasing after yours for a moment.

"I love you too." He kisses your jaw lightly making you sigh.

"You know, those drawings were good but I think you got my lips wrong." You furrow you eyebrows, you thought you got his lips pretty good. After all you stared at them long enough to memorize them.

"Yeah sweetheart, think you need a lesson." He walks you back until you hit your couch.

"Get up close and personal." He winks as you bite your lip. How flustered can he make you?

"Then maybe you can show me more of those drawings."

Well, If it would help make your drawings more, accurate. Then who are you to say no?

"Okay." You run your hands along his arm as you look back up at him. Nerves and excitement swirling around your eyes.

"Don't worry sketch, I'm a pretty good teacher."

[valdekboy]

Another Amazing AU

I never know what to write here… so let's get straight to the point then. A while back I found another amazing AU that belongs to @chez-cinnamon and I liked it … a lot.

And as always, If I liked something, I can't just be normal about it and comment something nice, I had to draw something. Long story short, first sketches were terrible, that took me on a long trip of re-learning some things and learning a couple new things. Overall, making these drawings was one looong roller coaster.

And as always . . . THAT LITTLE YELLOW SON OF A GUN WAS PUSHING ME TO DRAW THE MAIN 6 HE LIKES SO MUCH. So this time I gave him a camera and made HIM do all the work. Let's see how it went.

Well, the camera experienced Mach 1 speed, so I think that's all

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Now, that's all.

In the end I want to say that I love what you did with these characters and I'm sorry if i messed up any of them.

And now off I go cause honestly I'm a bit stressed about posting this. So I'm pressing the publish button and I'm signing off. I'll be back soon.

As always have a Good Night/Day!

And If you want to read a bit of my rambling about this whole drawing process It's all down there. Just be aware that I write these things mostly for myself.

When I did the first sketch I realized that my old method of drawing poses (which was just sticks and orbs) won't work here. So i started to learn and re-learn some basics, and I tried to remake those sketches at the same time.

In the end there were like 5 different sketches for each character and to be honest, I was really close to just throwing it all out the window because it felt like i was going nowhere. But I found the problem.

My brain just couldn't comprehend that REFERENCE is just a REFERENCE not a fucking guideline that you have to hold on to for your dear life. It's okay to mess up here and there and that no-one is going to kill me for that. And when that thought clicked in, it felt amazing. I finished sketches, then lineart, heck I even drew all these in-betweens with Valdi (that yellow potat).

And then there was time for coloring . . . and that fear of messing up came back. That's why there's not much going on in that department. I'll keep working on fixing that, but it might take a while. And these backgrounds were a complete experiment. I'm not even sure myself if they're any good.

All of this felt like I threw myself in the deep water, but somehow I did it and I'm really glad all of this happened. Comparing these to my previous ones, I really see some improvement, and I did these MUCH faster. Even counting in all the learning i did. (plus building up courage to post these)

I still wish these drawings turned out better, the lines feel stiff, there's nothing to interesting in terms of colors or shading, but even with all that, for the first time in a while I think that these drawings aren't that bad.

And now for the AU. Why this one? I just stumbled upon it one day and I really liked the idea of switching up the one who controls the whole circus. And all those changes to the characters, their style, the clothes, colors and all those little details, I just love everything about that AU. All these characters feel really calming/relaxing to draw If these are the right words to use. (I really hope it doesn't sound too weird) I don't know if I would've learnt the things I did if I didn't find that AU.

So I want to say THANK YOU @chez-cinnamon for creating an Awesome AU and all these Beautiful drawings, and for giving me that bit of inspiration I needed.

If anyone decided to read all that and somehow survived, know that I'm sorry if all of that looks like bunch of random thoughts cobbled together (I bet that my english didn't make this any easier) As I said earlier, I write these thing mostly for myself so I can come back and read them in the future (It just helps me sometimes).

And I just want YOU to know, whoever you are, I'm really glad that YOU are here, reading this.

Thank You for being here!

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

okay, so i know your reqs are temp closed, but i'm desperate, ABSOLUTELY DESPERATE, and in love with your writing style... for some transmale reader x bill who adopt a kid... from how they decide to adopt to maybe the early moments of meeting their kid

PLEASE i know your reqs are closed and im SOSOSO sorry but your writing style is SO GOOD i have cried to your fics before

( YES YES YES!!

“So We’re Doing This, Huh”

(Epilogue bill dickey x trans male reader!

(Modern bill dickey

It starts the way most things do with Bill these days — with yelling. Not his yelling, though. Some poor bastard on the train is going at it with their toddler, tugging at their coat sleeve like it’s a chew toy. Bill watches from his spot by the window, arms crossed, one boot kicked up on the edge of the opposite seat like he owns the car. He doesn’t even like trains — they’re slow, loud, and crawling with “pop culture zombies and diaper gremlins.”

He mutters something about the decay of society and kids with “iPad brains,” and you roll your eyes.

“I’m just saying,” he grumbles, not looking at you, “back in my day, a tantrum in public got you a backhand and a grounding, not a f***ing TikTok and a juice box.”

“Back in your day,” you say, dryly, “dinosaurs walked the earth and the SNES was peak technology.”

That gets a snort. “You wish. Kids these days wouldn’t know good media if it pissed on their Funko Pops.”

But he keeps looking — not at the dad, not at the mess — but the kid. Dirty cheeks, snot-crusted nose. Crying, yeah, but it’s the kind of cry that isn’t just spoiled — it’s scared. Small. Alone.

You nudge him. “You keep staring like that, people are gonna think you’re the creep.”

Bill scoffs. “You think I give a sht* what people think?”

But he does. Especially you. The ones who squint at you funny in stores when they clock your voice, or when they don’t and later do. The ones who call you ‘lady’ or ‘miss’ and get real hostile when corrected. The way his jaw twitches when he hears it — he always notices. You stopped needing to ask him to step in months ago.

“Y’know,” you say casually, “if we adopted a kid, you could train them properly.”

You meant it as a joke.

Bill doesn’t laugh.

He looks away, eyes darting to the side.

“…Why the hell would you even want to do that?”

You shrug. “I think we’d be good at it. You’d teach them how to argue. I’d teach them how to calm down.”

He grunts. “Cute. So I’m the attack dog, and you’re the therapy plush.”

“You’re more of a porcupine. But I like porcupines.”

You expect more mockery. Some edgy rant about how the world isn’t fit for kids, how parenting’s a racket, how even fandom couldn’t survive modernity, let alone a child’s mind.

Instead, he’s quiet.

Really quiet.

“...It’d have to be a weird kid,” he finally mutters. “Like, a really f***ing weird one. A kid that likes practical effects and eats the green jellybeans and gets bullied for knowing who Lon Chaney is.”

You smile.

“Yeah,” you say. “Someone like that.”

---

The agency building smells like antiseptic and popcorn. The lights are too bright. The other prospective parents look like they stepped out of a J.Crew catalog. You and Bill… don’t.

He’s wearing a faded Creepshow tee under a wrinkled flannel jacket, and you’re in a Baggy graphic Tee , half-worried they’re gonna ask for proof you’re married or some invasive sh*t about your body. Passing or not.

You fill out the forms. The social worker gives Bill a once-over, like he’s about to spit on the carpet. He glares at them like they’re a reboot of Tales from the Crypt.

You meet the kid in a cramped playroom with stained carpet and a broken lava lamp.

They’re small. Big eyes. Hair that looks like it hasn’t been brushed in a while. They’re sitting in the corner, drawing something on a piece of paper. It looks like… a monster?

No, wait.

A kaiju. It has a lopsided smile and a rocket arm.

Bill leans down next to you, arms crossed.

“…Okay. Not bad taste.”

The kid looks up — wary.

Bill squats down, cracking his knees.

“You into Gamera or just freestyling?”

The kid shrugs. “They made fun of it at school. Said it was dumb.”

Bill’s nostrils flare. Good sign.

“They’re dumb,” he says, flatly. “You like practical effects?”

“What’s that?”

He smirks.

“I’ll show you later.”

You sit beside them, letting them pass you a crayon. No big speeches. No dramatic music.

Just a quiet moment. A slow unfolding.

When they ask what to call you, you say your name — and nothing more. No pressure. No labels.

When they ask what to call Bill, he says, deadpan, “Overlord.”

The kid laughs.

You’re gonna be okay.

“Bedtime is a Scam, Kid”

The kid’s stuff isn’t even unpacked yet. Their duffel’s still by the couch, and the bedframe Bill built is crooked. (“I don’t need f*ing IKEA instructions, I’ve been building model kits since I was twelve.”) He refused to buy any furniture branded with Minions, Disney, or Marvel. Their sheets are black with little glow-in-the-dark bats on them, which he picked out.

“They’re not babyish,” he’d argued. “They’re thematic.”

Now it’s 9:30. You’re in sweats, exhausted, brushing your teeth while Bill stands awkwardly in the hallway, arms folded, glaring into the dim bedroom like the concept of bedtime itself owes him money.

Inside, the kid is curled under the bat covers, wide-eyed and not even pretending to sleep.

“You want me to read something or what?” you ask gently.

The kid shrugs. “They always used to read me the same book before bed.”

You nod. “Do you have it?”

They shake their head. “…No. I left it.”

They look small again, like they’re shrinking under the covers. Your heart aches.

Then, from the doorway:

“Bedtime is a scam.”

Bill’s voice. Rough. Defiant.

You turn. “Jesus, Bill—”

“No, listen,” he says, stepping into the room like a man about to make a presentation at Comic-Con. “You ever read the original Grimm’s Fairy Tales? They weren’t ‘goodnight, moon,’ they were ‘hope you like dismemberment and Catholic guilt.’”

The kid sits up, confused but intrigued.

Bill points a finger. “They sanitized everything. Modern stories? They’re full of sh*t. You wanna hear a real bedtime story?”

“Bill,” you say, warningly.

But the kid nods. “…Yeah.”

Bill plops onto the floor cross-legged, cracking his knees like a glow stick. He’s not smiling — he never really smiles — but his tone’s got a twisted warmth to it. Like a guy showing you his prized VHS collection.

“Alright. So once upon a time, there was this kid named Hans who lived in a village of bootlickers. One day, he meets Death in the woods—yes, Death, like a bony bastard with a cloak. And Hans doesn’t scream or cry or try to TikTok it. He bargains. And that’s the first smart protagonist we get in Western canon.”

The kid’s eyes are locked on him. You’re frozen in the doorway.

“And what happens?” the kid whispers.

Bill shrugs. “They make a deal. Hans tricks Death. Steals his magic sack. Locks him in a tree for seven years. Chaos ensues. People can’t die, the world falls apart, and eventually, Hans gets scared, lets Death out, and dies. The end.”

“…That’s a terrible ending,” says the kid.

“Exactly,” says Bill, nodding in approval. “It’s honest. The moral is: you can’t cheat death, but you can make him work for it. Kinda metal, right?”

The kid giggles. Actually giggles. Then lies back down, eyes wide with something halfway between awe and sleepiness.

You just stare at Bill. He meets your gaze like what?

“...You told our kid a literal death allegory as a lullaby,” you whisper.

“I edited out the part where the townspeople riot and eat each other. You’re welcome.”

You sigh. But the kid’s already asleep.

You brush a hand over their hair, quietly pulling the blanket up, and when you walk back into the hallway, Bill follows.

“Don’t make it a thing,” he says under his breath.

“What?”

“You’re doing the face. The look. The ‘aww, Bill has a heart’ look.”

You smirk. “You literally just improvised Grimm's Tales fanfic to help our kid sleep.”

He grunts. “Yeah, well. Somebody’s gotta undo the brainrot from this capitalist nursery trash.”

You reach over, lace your fingers through his as you walk down the hall. His hand twitches, but he doesn’t pull away.

“You’re doing good, Bill.”

“Tell that to the f***ing bedframe. It’s listing like the Titanic.”

“Still. I think you’re gonna be a great dad.”

He groans. “You’re trying to make me cry. Stop it.”

“I Don’t Say It. I Do It.”

It’s late. The apartment is finally quiet.

You’re in the bathroom, staring at your reflection. Not in a self-obsessed way — more like... monitoring. Jawline. Shoulders. That shirt you swore fit better last month is clinging wrong, and your binder’s pinching like hell after twelve hours. You look tired. You feel tired.

You splash your face and lean on the sink.

From behind the door: a knock. Not gentle.

“Hey.” Bill’s voice. “You dead in there?”

You open the door a crack.

“I’m fine,” you mutter. “Just needed a minute.”

He sees right through it. Of course he does.

Bill steps in. Doesn’t ask permission — doesn’t have to, not with you. Just wedges in the doorway beside you, arms crossed, sizing you up with that squint like he’s trying to decide if you’re being dramatic or not. Then he sees your binder’s edge peeking out from under your sleep shirt, and something about his stare sharpens.

“You wore that thing all day?”

You glance away. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is if you’re two steps from passing out like a fainting goat.”

You snort. He cracks half a grin. Then, gently — for him — he reaches forward, tugging at the fabric near your ribs.

“Take it off,” he says. “Before I cut it off you.”

You roll your eyes, but you do. And he’s there the whole time, acting like he’s busy fiddling with the faucet or counting toothpaste caps, but you catch how his eyes flick to your chest, then away — fast, like it’s not even a thing worth noting. Like it doesn’t change a thing.

When it’s off, he doesn’t look at your body. He looks at you — your face, your expression. Like he’s checking if the storm behind your eyes has passed.

Then he shrugs. “Better.”

You nod. “Yeah.”

You lean back against the counter, arms folded, exhausted. Bill huffs through his nose, watching you a beat longer.

“…You’re doing good,” he mutters, barely above audible.

“What?”

He growls like he hates repeating himself. “I said you’re doing good. With the kid. With all of this.”

You blink. That’s… rare. Coming from him.

“You are too,” you say.

He scoffs. “No, I’m surviving. You’re the one who talks to him like a person. I just tell bedtime horror stories and threaten the cafeteria with bodily harm if they don’t stop giving him f***ing ham every day.”

You laugh under your breath. “He likes the stories.”

Bill shrugs. “Yeah. Well. I like him.” Then a pause. “I like you.”

It slips out like a mistake. But he doesn’t take it back. Doesn’t even look away.

You raise your eyebrows. “You getting sentimental on me, Dickey?”

“Shut up,” he says.

But then — a small shift.

His hand, rough and dry from years of handling comics and takeout boxes, slides up behind your neck. Not forceful. Just steady. He looks at you like he’s about to argue again — but doesn’t.

Instead, he leans in.

It’s not a swooping, cinematic kiss. It’s quick. Grounded. Real. Tastes faintly like coffee and whatever chips he stress-ate after the kid went to sleep.

But it’s honest.

He pulls back. Not far. Just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

“You’re not just some guy I ended up with,” he says. “You’re you. And I picked you. Remember that.”

You swallow. Your throat’s tight, but not in a bad way.

“I remember.”

He snorts. “Good. ’Cause I’m not sayin’ it again.”

Then he pats your hip — more of a weird half-assed affectionate smack — and mutters, “C’mon. If I’m cuddling, I’m doing it horizontal.”

[kalied0skull]

sighhh, she's on everyone's brains again, so of course she's on mine too

i had this thought rotating for WEEKS in my head of drawing cowgirl braiding her hair or having braids, something with braids (plaits, if that's your vocab /silly)

and i had finally brought myself around to finding a reference to get it down, so...

now playing: January — Loving ♪

★ ramble under the cut !

( obligatory @broareweabouttoviberightnow & @trevination tags ... it's your girl ! )

wow it's been a while since I've been able to ramble under a cut — haven't had much to say though, so 💀 i guess I can't be that surprised

a bit of a soft instrumental song pick for today because i NEEDED something soft and delicate to play in the background of this scene and looked around for a good song for an HOUR... to find that one. I'm content with it.

it was actually kinda coincidental that she had started showing up again on the dash when i was wrapping up this wip, for some reason it took me literal ages to get finished up BUT i am HAPPY WITH IT! she is GORGEOUS and i love her so so much !!!

every cowgirl drawing of mine so far has been one I'm very proud of, and i think that is such a transgirl W in my books /silly — i really admire drawing her features though honestly ; you can zoom in and see that she has a bit of freckles and a bit of fuzz and a bit of a smile and she is just so AHHHh i love adding the tiny details man ... .

speaking of details, peep the background that i drew out quite a bit of their room ?!! i loved drawing that in there, idk why — something about the drawing at first just looked really blank, she needed a bit of environment. and like, finding reference photos for the room is actually kinda hard ??? 😭 at least for me it is, idk, maybe I'm just looking in the wrong spots /nm+silly

i like to imagine that cowgirl had to kind of learn both by herself & with her brothers how to braid, learning from whatever rare interaction she had with Mama when she tried braiding soda's hair when they were babies, and then here and there from angela too i think ... it's an interesting concept ; angela & cowgirl sharing their femininty, i mean (in a good way, i like their dynamic a lot in that aspect)

but look at how proud and content she is in this moment doing it all by herself! :D

i like to think she becomes quite the pro of doing twin braids, not even having to stress to use a mirror to get it centered, she's got it on LOCK (there are curls flying out EVERYWHERE. she is looking a MESS. but it's okay, it's only for sleep anyways) and she does them eeeevery night before bed

i know it doesn't look much like it, but she is in fact wearing sleep fabrics 💀 the skirt looks kind of jean-y with the color, but i have this vision of girly reaaaally liking blues to wear, so .. .. blah. AND ALSO LIKE? it's a good contrast with the background, so who cares, you shouldn't 🤨 /silly

anyways, when finishing up this draft i went down a RABBIT HOLE of the cowgirl tag & pinterest just trying to find a good outfit inspiration for her, she was originally gonna have PANTS actually (like sleeping pajama pants ykyk) but i changed my mind when i remembered this doodle gif i had of her being in this exact outfit and shaking her around in a jar (for context, it was for an ask that read "shaking cowgirl curtis up in a jar" to which i replied: "real." and made this)

in the outfit she originally IS sleeveless, but... it's my outfit, who gives a fuck /silly

anyways, i worried a bit she looked too much like cherry here BUT ALSO... my cherry design honestly does not look much like cowgirl so 💀 i think it's just a lighting concern is all i had in the moment, i think she looks fine though

either way, it's always such a delight to doodle a headcanon design ; cowgirl is so so dear to me ... i love her very dearly :'3

speaking of headcanon — i feel as though it's mandatory to say " happy pride month everynyan " in this post as i have been with all my other pride related posts, so happy pride month !

(if you follow the Pride Calendar (do people still do that?) we're in our acespec section of the month, BUT... hey we can still celebrate mtf a few days in advance :3)

alright I'm all out of ramble juice, it's past my usual sleeping time SO !!! i hope this drawing is enjoyed and loved ... i put all of my enjoyment and love into it /silly+gen ... and good morning, good evening and goodnight to anyone reading !!!

[goron-king-darunia]

Eggtober 4th, 2024

"Tears" Raw Egg on a Field of Blue.

(Krita, Chalk Detail Default Brush, 10 minutes, 6 colors.) Slapping the @quezify right up front for a change. Egg king showing off everyone's amazing egg art is really nice and I look forward to all the new eggs every day.

I also actually really like how this brush handles, where more pressure smooths out the lines and less pressure gives you that lovely texture.

Regarding life kicking my ass recently, I had a cry about it today. More accurately it was difficult to do much except cry. But maybe saying that already gives too much away. I'll be okay eventually. But for a good long while, I'm going to be a bit of a mess. But that's alright. It's part of being alive. At least I hope I believe that at the end of all this. Once again, if you know me and know why, keep that in your heart and keep supporting me through this. It means more than you guys know. And if you know me and don't know the specifics, know that it's not because I don't trust you. It's half because I don't want to burden you all with it and half because you guys being normal is so fucking good for my head right now. It really helps having some of you in the dark and just treating me normally for the most part.

I'm doing my best to take care of myself, so just keep being absolutely amazing people, all of you. It really helps so much just having y'all here while life is being an absolute rat bastard. I hope everyone having a rough time enjoys the eggs. When I get my brain to behave, I find drawing eggs really soothing. If Eggtober somehow ever stops being a thing, I might still keep drawing eggs by default as a casual doodle. Eggs and Polwigles are just really nice to draw...

If you would like to support me in this time of ass-kick and suffering, please continue sending me lots of things that you enjoy, cute animal videos, funny youtube shorts, cute art, whatever. Or feel free to join me in Eggtober and draw some eggs with me.

I may be off my game for a while yet, but I am going to keep on chugging. I adore you all. Like all things, even difficulties in life must pass. Even if I have trouble believing it right now. As long as everyone else out there believes it for me when I can't, I know I'll be okay.

[anonmousegosqueak]

I didn't know you made a poll?? Honored that I was able to bring you to the correct side of things. Gaz will always be a cat to me. While I love some classic Dog!Johnny or even Fox!Johnny, I like him as a cat too. I always picture Johnny as Thomas O'Malley from Aristocats.

Gaz has shifted between Harpy (courtesy of bluegiragi on twitter) and a cat. He just fits so well with birds and cats.

Anyways! To the ask I was thinking about, because I've got hybrid on the mind. Specifically, full transformation hybrids.

Goose!Ghost that never changed into his goose form as a kid (his dad threatened to cook him and use his feathers for a pillow) and the military never forced him to shift. So when he finally feels comfortable enough to shift around Price, he's just this little ball of fluff.

If Price is completely honest, it messed with his hawk instincts. Food was the first thought in his mind, a fleeting intrusive thought, but one that happened every time Simon shifted around him. Think of the guilt.

But yeah, since Simon never really shifted as a kid, his hybrid form never grew up with him. Gaz is the only other person to see hatchling!Ghost, though he's not as fluffy looking. Roach is the next to join the team, doesn't assume anything is wrong until he catches sight of Gaz's home screen. Hatchling Ghost sitting in Gaz's hat.

Johnny complains vocally about not being able to have seen hatchling!Ghost. Thinks it's worse than death, a personal karmic disservice against him, is literally begging Price and Gaz for photos.

-🦴

AGHHHHHHHH

AGHHDUHEHEHEHEHE

*Dies

Seriously tho 🦴, spare me.

Okay so, I *love* Bluegiragi's hybrid au. I'ma be honest, I would chew off my own leg for Gira to pay attention to me. I neeed them to draw more Gaz.

But they were actually the reason I STARTED this! Two main reasons actually-

1) Soap is scared of dogs, or at least hates him (his journal)

2) Gaz fell from the helicopter, if he was a bird he could just fly

That's literally it. Those two reasons. One of which isn't cannon in the reboot (I think) and the other one is just one silly mission. And I made an entire au about it.

(that- and I had original thoughts I hadn't seen anyone else use and I thought it would be neat to share)

Okay, baby Goost now.

Of course Papa Pawk saw first. He's the only one Ghost trusts enough. Yeah he *loves* his Johnny, but... Listen, for most of his life he's avoided his full goose form. Not even from shame like some might think, but no, because of *fear.*

Every time he even thinks about it, he gets that reminder. His dad's voice ringing through his ears.

Childhood trauma can do that to a guy (believe me, I know)

But Price? Price is... Price is comfort. Price is safety and stability, he's a living campfire with the softest wings he could just curl up and sleep in for years.

So one night, bourbon warming his soul, he finally opens up. Talks about *why* he never shifts, why he settles for the wings. Yeah being smaller might help for a mission but it's not worth it.

It's also Pricey boy who points out the obvious.

"You've not shifted much? You mean, you're... You're still a gosling? Never had time to grow?"

Huh. Yeah, Ghost never really thought about that one.

So they talked about it some more. Took a lot of time, more than that one night, but finally, *finally* he convinced him.

Price promised to keep the little bird safe, setting up a safe place and making sure no one but Price was around. Simon sat down, breathed, and for the first time in... Ever. He let that little part of his brain take over.

The only reaction from Price, besides making sure the little guy doesn't instantly fall over, is the smallest twitch of his wings.

(this is too cute to get all angsty about the hawk part seeing him as a tasty little snack, I'm ignoring it for now so I don't weep)

Gaz is next.

While Ghost continues shifting sometimes, trying to catch up with all the growing he's missed, slowly he gets more comfortable. He starts to do it without Price. Still, he finds it easier to do it with his scent around.

Which is how the Sargent found out. He was just looking for Price, trying to get something or another. Imagine his surprise when not only does he find his captain's hat (WITHOUT CAPTAIN ATTACHED :0) but inside is the cutest little bird, right in those awkward teenage years where the fluff isn't exactly gone yet but not all the feathers are grown in.

"...Lieutenant?"

His phone screen has been a photo of a very grumpy goose baby since then.

Finally, Roach.

He was snooping politely looking through Gaz's phone when he found the image. Bro didn't even bother to finish his little crime before he was walking out of the room, making a b-line to wherever Ghost was. He slams into his office, ignoring the glare and signing angrily.

*SHOW ME*

"...whot?"

*the baby. Show me the baby.*

"Sanderson, do you need to be taken to the hospital? You're not making any sense."

*you. Baby bird. SHOW.*

It took a solid week of begging after that (with some bonus "I'm just a human :( I dunno what shifting is like" before Ghost cracked. Roach may or may not have scooped him up, Ghost may or may not have fallen asleep in the mans arms.

Sadly, Soap missed it. Hybrid halves tend to grow pretty quick (depending on the animal) and only slow down once they match the human's age. By the time Soap finally caught wind of 'baby Ghost' it was too late. The fucker had become a monster of a goose, big and bitty and a bastard. No more fluff, just a feather pattern that looked exactly like his signature skull masks.

Needless to say, his disappointment was immeasurable.

"But I'm yer boyfriend! How could ye not show?"

"didn't want ta."

"BUT YOU WERE *FLUFFY*."

"'xactly."

At least he has Garrick's photo sessions 😔

Bonus, wanna know a fun thing about birds? You don't really get a good look at the father pattern before they start growing them. That means that instead of spooky masked Goost, you got:

CHUNKY BABY

[osamucide]

This was coming and I'm sorry about it but-

I need some brain rot on Akutagawa so I wanted to ask if you could do the nsfw alphabet for him as well, please? you can also do just a few letters if you can't manage the whole thing <3

nsfw alphabet - ryuunosuke akutagawa . . . .ᐟ

wc: 2.7k

cw: switch leaning dom!aku, rough aku, gn!reader, spanking, cum eating, creampie, clothed sex, edging, brat taming, dirty talk, nicknames (angel, doll, darling, ryuu), light bondage/choking/impact play, marking, toys, mention of face fucking, inappropriate use of rashomon lol

reid: my lovely niko im so sorry about the wait! i wanted to do the whole thing for u ehehehe i hope you enjoy

. . . .ᐟ

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

soft sweetie

he’s not super intuitive when it comes to reading what you need, but he’ll ask

tell him, he’s on it

very apologetic if he was rough - he’s got his own little awkward way of being sweet and coming back down to earth with you

“you alright, angel? do you need anything? ‘m sorry if i got a little carried away. you were perfect for me, okay?”

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ASS MAN

adores your ass <3

loves the way his fingers sink into the plush of your asscheeks. loves the jiggle whether it's big or small. loves holding you by your ass even nonsexually. it's just so grabbable, so smackable

he likes his own hands - let him finger you from behind so he can spank and admire your ass while he makes you cum

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he thinks his cum is a nuisance

he’s nervous to cum in you, feels guilty cumming on you, kind of hates the feeling of cumming in his hand - it’s just something to clean up after, he’s indifferent to it.

your cum, however

he wants to drown in it.

your cum is the hottest thing ever to him. squirt on his stomach while he fucks you. make a mess on his fingers. cream on his tongue. he’ll lap it up like it’s nectar.

reassure him what you’re comfortable with when it comes to his - you insist you want him to cum on your face? well, okay, he’s gotta admit you look so pretty on your knees with your tongue lolled out and your lashes fluttering. anywhere else on you? are you sure? he doesn’t want you to feel gross. in you??? god, don’t even make him think about it - i think he’s partially afraid that he’ll find it so sexy and it’ll feel so good to fill you up that he’ll never want to stop. he can’t let you make him any weaker than you already have.

have a firm discussion about that shit and lock those legs around his waist in missionary. he’s a changed man after

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's very conscious of his body and will probably prefer to have sex with clothes on a lot of the time

not that he doesn't want to see your body - he absolutely does - he just doesn't want to make you feel awkward by insisting you be fully naked while he keeps his shirt on

you might be able to draw this out of him, but don't count on it; he'll probably write it off as a kink thing

(worship his body until he loves it as much as you do, please)

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

V I R G I N

i know, i know. again. i know.

but listen. he just doesn’t really have time to focus on this kind of stuff! not that it never crosses his mind, but until he meets you it’s just something he doesn’t spare a passing glance at

he’s certainly had opportunities among the cohort of the mafia, but he’s just. . .not interested in other people

he’s interested in you, though <3

he gets off very quickly when you first start going at it - he’ll happily build up his restraint though (tie his hands behind his back and edge him til he cums untouched <3), especially if it means making you feel good

takes some practice and instruction, but everything you tell him gets burned into his mind. he can make you fall apart in minutes after a few weeks of getting to know your body

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary or doggy - he can’t pick because they’re both so different and have their own perks

missionary? he can palm your chest, hold your cheeks, bite your collarbones, kiss your lips, and watch the way your face grows more and more fucked out with each thrust

doggy? he can grip your ass, pin your arms behind your back, pull you up by your hair, trace the expanse of your back, and reach so deep in you

probably doggy, actually - he loves watching your ass jiggle while he's blowing your back out <3

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

not goofy, but sassy.

he's serious about it too - can you say brat tamer?

prefers you to alleviate the tension so he can run with his power dynamic <3 mouth off to him a little! make jokes! it makes it easier for him to put you back in your place and believe me, he enjoys doing it

“what was that? think you’re funny? we’ll see how funny you think you are when you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“try to talk back with cock in your mouth.”

“crying now? this is what you asked me for, angel.”

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

coarse black hair that he prefers to remove entirely, even if he’s not sexually active

it’s just a distraction/buffer from watching how deliciously he slides in and out of you

he’d wouldn’t ask you to remove yours if you really didn’t want to - i think he prefers a little hair on his partner anyway - but he likes how it looks and feels on him

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s a little unpracticed in romance and he loses himself easily - he can be rather rough and selfish when he’s chasing his own pleasure

when he slows himself down and puts his focus solely on your pleasure, however, it seems to come so easily to him that you wouldn’t think he’s all that inexperienced

he does call you by your name a lot during sex, along with a few nicknames <3 his favorites are angel, darling, and doll

goes out of his way every once in a while to set the mood super right just because it’s something he enjoys and feels like he should do for you. the whole shebang with candles and silk sheets! maybe some aphrodisiac chocolates or a surprise involving something you’ve mentioned wanting to try in the bedroom - when he pays attention you’ll feel like the luckiest partner in the world

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t do it much - refer to the top of letter c.

when he does, though -

and okay, okay maybe this is my bias showing -

but i think we have another pillow humper here. . .

just THINK with me for a second about how pretty a sight it would be to walk in on him - he’s not usually so pent up that he can’t wait for you, but maybe you’ve been gone a few days on an assignment. you arrive back in yokohama early, but you don’t even check your phone because you’re exhausted; you just walk through the door of your apartment to hear heavy breathing and shuffling from your room

so you fumble to your bedroom doorframe. . .just to find aku on his knees, straddling your bunched up pillow

his button-up hangs open and you can see his stomach flex as he rides the pillow furiously, his dick leaking through his boxers - you catch a glimpse of his pretty, uninhibited face as he breathes your name into a moan

before he sees you and scrambles beneath a blanket, of course

all you can do is giggle and make your way over to him - sure, you’re tired, but you’ve kept your boy waiting so long! the least you can do is help him get off since he’s obviously so desperate for you, right?

“aww, ryuu, couldn’t wait for me? no, no, keep going, show me how you’d get off on my lap.”

you’ll get it for teasing him, but it’s worth it <3

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

bondage!!!

impact play!!!

marking!!!

rashomon’s a big help here - you don’t need rope, and tying is easy!

tie him up, let him tie you up - he’s a fan of either - he could be a rigger or a rope bunny depending on both of your moods.

he’s not opposed to rope, though - the work and the sensuality that goes into it is often more rewarding. plus, he just thinks you look wonderful with a silk rope harness around your chest <3

when you’re not tied, don’t be afraid to smack him around a little. bite him, slap him, choke him, scratch him up. he’s tough, he can take it, and he won’t mind doing it back if you’re into it, too.

he’s a quiet guy, but he likes sound! the wet pap, pap, pap! of your skin against his while he fucks you is just heavenly to him

bigggggg big fan of spanking you as punishment <3 be bratty, get spanked

(he’ll always take care of your after)

(plus, he swears the marks you leave on him are darker, harsher, and last longer after he punishes you - just how he wants them <3)

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

at home, in bed. he’s a simple guy

optimal for privacy, optimal for intimacy, optimal for snoozing or cooking a meal after <3

(i think he also just enjoys being domestic with you. having sex in your home, cooking in your kitchen after, sleeping in your bed. . .)

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you in any position of authority

it’s odd because he prefers to be dominant. maybe it’s the thought of putting you in your place, or being the only one to have you at his mercy. he’s not sure but either way, he likes seeing his partner in charge and maybe a little frustrated or bossy <3

you’re heading a report? giving an assignment to your squad during a meeting? in charge of any sort of coordination? you’re getting fucked after. he can’t help himself - you’re so hot and you’re all his.

say his full first name. he knows it’s a mouthful, no pun intended, and he loves when you call him ryuu, don’t get me wrong. it makes him feel cared for a close to you, it’s so important to him

but when he’s in you, fuck - call him ryuunosuke and beg him for it harder. i promise you he’s trying not to cum right then and there

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

public sex

i think you could work him up to an empty-office, locked-door quickie but it’s absolutely not his favorite methodology and he won’t go any riskier than that

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

loves loves loves giving. there’s nothing he can find that he doesn’t like about it

in fact, it relaxes him

loves how you taste, loves how you sound, loves how you smell, loves fingering you and rubbing you while he does it to draw pretty whines out of you - it’s almost like stress relief for him

far from polite when receiving - he’s a face fucker, sorry y’all

he’ll always reward you handsomely after he uses your throat, promise <3

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

pretty rough, to be honest. it’s his nature - he’s done very few things in his life without violence and aggression, and he’d be lying if he said he doesn’t like the control it gives him.

he can certainly be gentle with you after you show him the ropes - otherwise, this is all he really knows

gentle or rough, he fucks fast. he comes to really love the lewd noises your bodies emit together that way <3

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

only at home, really. he’s not a fan of fucking where he could get caught

if you so please, he will split you open against your apartment door before you both leave for work

can’t deny how much he loves watching you disheveled, tucking your shirt back in, as you catch your breath before you lean up to kiss him and say you’ll see him later for more <3

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

not super down to get caught or be watched. he’s much more inclined to remind you you’re his in a place where you won’t be distracted by anything or anyone else

he’ll experiment kink-wise, especially with his existing kinks - if you let him use rashomon to bind your wrists, he only wants to see how much further you’ll let him take it from there <3

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

our chronically ill king, only one or two for him

his stamina isn’t great. but!!!

he can alternate between fingering you and eating you out for hours <3 and he often will

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

edge him with a cock ring on

just do it.

he’s impatient but he can’t deny how intense his orgasms are after you do this to him <3 he’ll bitch and whine and cry through it but he secretly loves it

will surely use toys on you if you’d like him to - i can’t see him owning anything other than maybe a plug or dildo he’s experimented with before (that’s a whole post of its own), so introduce him to whatever you’d like

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

loves teasing, hates being teased.

he can dish it but he can’t take it. gets agitated and impatient when you’re dangling yourself in front of him and he can’t have you right away, but he’s nowhere near above flustering you in public, grazing his hands over your ass after you hug him, or tracing your jaw with a wandering finger for minutes at a time while he looks at you with bedroom eyes

he adores you when you’re worked up and unable to keep your hands off of him - aww, you want him? he won’t say this but it’s super cool ‘cause he loves feeling wanted. <3

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s quiet on instinct - lots of silent screams and heaving breaths out of this one

only really moans when he’s ready to cum - this is part of the reason why edging him is so fun, because you can draw out sounds you’ve never heard from him before <3

whisper-mumbles to you through his climax

“fuck, that’s so good! s- so good, doll, thank you! fuck fuck fuck don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop i love you. . .!”

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

on the topic of clothed sex - sometimes grinding through clothes is even hotter to him than penetration <3 there’s just something about how desperate it feels. . .

plop yourself on his lap to make out and grind on him desperately until you’re both cumming through your pants <3 nghhhh

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

kind of hung and he doesn’t even realize it

girthy and almost 7 inches

two pretty veins that split off from each other on the underside <3

i think he curves up a little and gets a bit thinner at the tip

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

low to average - he doesn’t think about it all the time, and it mostly comes to his attention when you bring it up

regardless, he’s unlikely to turn you down even if he wasn’t particularly thinking of it at the moment. just because it isn’t consuming him doesn’t mean he’ll pass up an opportunity to be buried in you <3

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sleepy demon boy

he can bounce back from a blowjob, but after fucking you? whew now he calling me nyquil or whatever nicki minaj said

within minutes, baby

hold him and kiss him while he dozes off <3 he'll mumble and grumble about how much he loves you until he's out

[vaguely-concerned]

UNHINGED DISTANT VOICES THOUGHTS (or: now we don't have time to unpack all of that julian but --)

this ep has such a banger concept (several banger concepts that should have had an ep all to themselves, really), even if its overall implementation is pretty mid. the idea that julian seems to readily believe that the most central voices inside him are aggression, fear/suspicion, doubt, confidence/sense of adventure, professionalism... and garak, being surprisingly, seductively good at tennis and taking care of him :}

in a doylist perspective I don't think this is well-crafted enough to read into it too deeply before it starts to fall gently apart, but through a watsonian lens and my fannish heart this is fucking fascinating fdsjka. where. where are all the positive feelings and sides of you that aren't about bickering with garak julian. are you okay julian. I like that since the augment storyline hadn't been conceived of yet at this point, you could look back and justify Julian's surge of confidence at the end as him realizing the lethean hasn't been able to get that deep in his mind to find what that whole mess must look like in his brain. 'you don't understand me half as well as you think you do' gains such depth, basically accidentally

'I'm a part of you, remember? I know what you know. Well... maybe a little more.'

'Still the man of mystery?'

'Oh, you wouldn't have me any other way.'

what. the FUCK fhdskjha. what's more gay, the lethean having picked through bashir's brains for this characterization of garak and their relationship (that Bashir easily buys and depends on through the ep), or him seeing half a minute max of julian and garak having lunch and uh. drawing his own conclusions, apparently. wild stuff)

Isn't this also the first time we see Julian actually play tennis with someone? All the other times it's been racquetball, right? Well well. Interesting. is all I'll say.

avery brooks does SUCH a good job changing his voice in this to match julian's doctor voice, I almost jumped in surprise when he was talking b/c that certainly isn't sisko's voice coming out of sisko's mouth

garak alternatingly going 'now -- what do you want me to do?' in a very... willing directable sort of way and telling julian that he's a good boy doing good and being so supportive and attentive and that's how the lethean tries to keep julian's shields down the longest. many thoughts. few of them PG.

JULIAN'S REASONING THAT THIS REALLY ISN'T GARAK -- NOT EVEN HIS MIND'S VERSION OF GARAK -- IS THAT THIS GARAK ISN'T COMPETENT ENOUGH FSDKJFHKSDJ. and he sounds so petulant about it too. 'the real garak would have this fixed for me a long time ago if I just batted my eyelashes and told him I thought cylon pareg's body of work was very interesting and layered :'( I miss him'

jazdia julian BROtp got me crying in quark's tonight, this was such a good direction to take that relationship. I know they kind of fuck it up again in s7 but y'know I'll take the good stuff while it's here haha

julian makes for such an amazing crotchety old man im love him

julian has a near-lethal stress dream about turning 30 and being bisexual. it's weird but very entertaining, and garak is there

[hexedwinchester]

Hii! Can I request a fluffy Sam Winchester x reader where reader and Sam are bored while Dean is out to get the three of them food so reader is messing around with his hair, putting random braids in it and stuff? Thank you!

(Kinda inspo):

hi @ghostlyaccurate

Of course you can! Thanks for sending this request and the inspo reference! It was fun to work on..

You can read it below or follow the link to fic on AO3. Let me know if you like it 😊

Happy Reading :)

Summary:

"What-what is that?" He sits straight, back flushed against the headboard, trying to get a peek into that basket. "Like you haven't seen a brush before?" You wave the little brush as you enter the room. "Oh right, I forgot. You just run your fingers through your perfect hair and you are good to go!" Sam chuckles. "Now scoot over, Rapunzel." You gently shove him to make room on the bed for you and your tools. "Whatever you say, Mother Gothel."

"Okay, kiddos. Behave while I'm gone." Dean barks orders standing outside Sam's room. You and Sam look up from your laptops to see him teasingly eyeing the lack of space between the two of you. "No jumping each other's bones."

"Eww!" You fake looking appalled.

"Dude!" Sam blushes. 

Wait, is that what he was thinking about or is he just embarrassed?

"Hey, I mean it." Then glaring at Sam, he warns again, "Not with a bruised hip." 

Sam's green eyes are avoiding rendezvous with anyone else's. 

Dean winks at you before heading in the direction of the main room, spinning the keys of his beloved Impala on his index finger.

"He's an idiot." Sam mumbles apologetically. 

Having been around the boys for a year now, you know Dean is an idiot but a sweet idiot, nonetheless. You don't mind him pulling your leg because you roast him just as much.

"But, my hip is healing quite well..." He hooks a finger under your chin, drawing your face to his. Shutting his laptop and taking yours away, he rolls over you, kissing your neck. 

The smell of his mint soap hits your senses along with a whiff of something rugged that is purely his. Your legs wrap around his slim waist pulling his long, lean body closer to yours when suddenly he grunts in pain.

Instantly, your legs drop and you gently roll him to his side of the bed. Dean's warning flashes into your brain. You sigh. He was right about the bruised hip. Dying by the hands of Dean Winchester because his baby brother couldn't keep it in his pants is not how you want to go.

"Well, Dean's not gonna be home for a few hours. Do you want to watch a movie?" He asks smiling, bringing those deep dimples to the surface.

Any other day, a movie sounded good -especially when it wasn't the tenth re-run of 'Die Hard' that Dean loved- since both you and Sam have similar taste. But after staring at the screen for the last two hours, you could use a break.

"Actually," you start, "I was thinking of something else." Leaving Sam looking like a lost puppy, you grab both your laptops and leave the room.

Sam is sprawled on the bed when you return ten minutes later. Legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, hands resting on his chest. Sensing your presence, his eyes open and a ghost of a smile touches his lips as his gaze shift from your goofy expression to the basket of hair tools and accessories tucked under your arm.

"What-what is that?" He sits straight, back flushed against the headboard, trying to get a peek into that basket.

"Like you haven't seen a brush before?" You wave the little brush as you enter the room. "Oh right, I forgot. You just run your fingers through your perfect hair and you are good to go!"

Sam chuckles.

"Now scoot over, Rapunzel." You gently shove him to make room on the bed for you and your tools.

"Whatever you say, Mother Gothel."

You gasp! "I knew it! I knew you saw that movie!" 

He neither confirms nor denies that accusation. "So, you wanna tell me what's going on?"

"A little TLC."

"TLC?" He repeats. "With butterfly clips and colourful beads?"

"Yes!" There is no way you can contain your excitement. Kneeling behind him, you slip your fingers into his hair, fluffing it up. 

Sam Winchester's hair is like pure silk between your fingers. They pass through easily without a knot to catch on to. There are no expensive products or fancy shampoos in the washroom. Hell, there isn't even a bottle of conditioner but somehow Sam's hair is softer than minx fur coat. A quiet moan passes through his lips as you gently massage his scalp. 

Mother Gothel's obsession with Rapunzel's locks is starting to make sense as you begin brushing Sam's hair. It is therapeutic, combing through those silken strands from the roots to the tips. The rhythmic strokes of the brush seem to relax him even more.

"You know, you could be a hair model." You tease him.

Sam laughs, a deep, resonant sound that makes your heart skip a beat. "Hunting doesn't allow for part-time stints, but thanks."

Grabbing a handful of colourful clips, you place them randomly on his head. A butterfly clip here, a rainbow clip there, few beads snapped on a single lock of hair. It's silly but Sam looks adorable, the bright colours standing out against the dark chestnut tone.

Stealing a hand-mirror from your basket, he takes a quick look at his reflection and bursts out laughing. "Why does it look like a unicorn threw up on my head?"

You smack his shoulder. "No, it does not! Don't you laugh at my artwork."

He cranes his neck to meet your eyes. "Can we try something a lot less 'Hello Kitty' and a bit more, I don't know, me?"

At least he didn't ask you to stop, there is comfort in that. That's something, right? You carefully pluck the clips out and brush the hair smoothing out the crimps left behind.

If there's one thing you know for sure, it's that Sam really seemed to like the massage and the brushing. You make a mental note of it for the future.

The hair is malleable unlike your wild, untamed curls. You gather it at his crown and wrap a simple hair tie a couple of times into a ponytail. At the last turn, you pull the hair only halfway through the tie and twist it around the bun. You brush out the remaining hair to base of his neck.

"Is that what they call a man-bun?" Sam asks trying to catch a glimpse of the bun.

"Yes", you respond sheepishly. "Like it?"

"Ummm... Not really, no. I don't think I can pull it off." Sam is anything but honest and that's what you love about him.

You take a moment to think about what Sam would like and then it comes to you. With a cautious tenderness, you take off the hair tie, careful not to pull or snag any wayward strands. Running the brush through a particularly stubborn tangle, you smooth out the hair.

Your fingers move fast and skillfully as you part a section of his hair on the left of his crown. You weave it into a braid, securing the ends to back of his head with a bobby pin. You repeat the same on the right side but this time you weave a black ribbon into the braid and pin it to the meet the first braid.

"How's it going?" He asks stealing a glance again but this time you are quicker to snatch the mirror away.

"No peeking this time!" You stow the mirror behind your back and out of reach of his ridiculously long arms.

You bunch up the hair from the crown of his head, including the two braids and pull it into a ponytail. The metal barrette clip with a Celtic knot ties the look together as you add it to the ponytail.

Last, you pick out some white and silver beads and add them in pairs to strands of hair behind his ears. Parting the back hair into six sections, you wind each lock of the hair around a wooden stick from another barrette clip, hold it for a minute and then release it to form soft waves.

"Can I see now?" Sam is growing impatient but you dismiss him. He cannot look until you are done.

Twenty minutes later, the back of hair looks like it went one round with a curler. The strands holding the soft, bouncy waves you created quite nicely.

Holding a bigger mirror behind his head, you pass him the hand-mirror. "You can look now."

The hand-mirror is twisting in his large hand, trying to see the full picture, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in the neat braids, the metal clip, the beads and finally the wavy curls.

"Well?" You are anxious, unsure of how to treat his silence.

"Wow, that's... something," he says, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Good something or bad something?"

Putting the mirror down, he twists his torso to look at you with those honest, soulful eyes. "Definitely good something. I like it. It's very..." A thoughtful pause. "Nordic."

"I knew you would like it, lore boy!" You plant a soft kiss on his lips which he gladly deepens.

"Ahem." Someone clears their throat. Sam breaks the kiss.

"Smile, Lara Croft." Dean pulls out his camera and snaps a few shots of Sam in his new hairstyle. "This will get a laugh or two in the Hunters' group."

"Dean, c'mon." Sam is embarrassed, if that mild blush on the planes of his cheek is anything but an evidence of that. He tries to reach back and pull off the hair but you stop him.

"You can laugh all you want, but the truth is you can never pull off this look like he does." You get a little defensive around Sam.

"What makes you think I want to?" Dean's smile is smug and you want to wipe it off his face. Then turning to Sam, he presses, "how come I'm not allowed to give you a haircut but she is allowed to go Zohan on you?"

"Who?" Sam asks clearly not having seen that movie to catch the reference.

"Whatever, chuckles! I should probably print this out and stick it on the bunker walls."

"Sure", you jump in startling both the brothers. "It will look real nice next to your picture from that time with Rhonda Hurley." 

Now it's Dean's time to gasp and turn a shade darker than Sam. "How did you-? You are bluffing."

"Wanna bet?" Your bat your eyelashes at him in mischief. "I can remember some specific details like pink and satiny and-"

"Okay, okay, alright. I'll delete Sam's pictures." Dean leaves looking sour.

"Rhonda Hurley?" Sam raises his eyebrow asking for more information.

"Rhonda Hurley..." you muse about how you will keep using this trump card next time Dean gets cocky.

[mrsgreenworld]

Two Aslaz fics in less than 24 hours? I know-I can-I practise 😎

I saw this pic and immediately imagined this mess of legs being Aslaz 🙈😂

Remember that house where Alaz hid Rüya and her father? Because I do as well as Alaz's promise to take Asi there for some alone time 😏 So here comes some Aslaz sexy times hotness, humour, fluff and silliness and a pinch of sadness.

I don't own the show or any of the characters. They belong to the Yabani writers and the production company. This is only fanfiction.

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Compromising Positions and Unshakable Faith

Alaz is staring at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath. Asi is sprawled on top of him, breathing just as hard. Their limbs are tangled together and their overheated bodies are glistening with sweat.

"Wow ... We really are the best at this" Alaz mumbles into the crown of Asi's head. 

"Shut up!" she slaps his chest and hides her face in embarrassment. 

"What? Just stating facts" Alaz says with a cocky smile. 

Asi moves to roll off of him but Alaz catches her by the waist and secures her position on top of him. She squirms a little which draws attention of a particular part of Alaz's body.

"Again?" Asi asks incredulously. 

"Always" Alaz responds with a shit-eating grin and a devilish glint in his eyes. 

He flips them over, making Asi yelp in surprise. Her legs fall open and he settles comfortably between them. When he brushes at her, a groan escapes her, which makes Alaz frown in worry.

"You okay?" 

"Yeah, just a little sore".

"In that case, round three can wait".

Alaz bumps Asi's nose with his and moves to her lips to drop a short kiss but Asi winds her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and opening her mouth. At the touch of her tongue, Alaz can feel the skin tingling all over his body. He's getting lost in their kiss when he suddenly feels Asi stiffen and pull back slightly only to whisper: 

"You heard that?" 

With his brain turned into a complete mush the only thing Alaz can master is: 

"Hm?" 

"I heard something. A car? Oh my god! You said noone ever comes here!" 

"Noone does!" 

"Then why do I hear voices?" 

"What voices? There are no vo..." 

And then Alaz also hears an undeniable sound of two voices he'll recognise anywhere - his mother's and the other belonging to his twin sister. 

He looks down at Asi whose eyes have gotten comically wide. She starts whisper yelling: 

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god! You have to hide me!" 

She pushes him off of her and Alaz lands on his back with an oof . 

"I have to what now?" he asks in disbelief all the while watching Asi wrap herself in a sheet hustily and clumber out of bed. 

"HIDE ME!" 

Before Alaz can say something they both hear the front door open downstairs, the voices of his mother and Çağla getting louder. 

Alaz leans back on his elbows and looks at Asi who's clutching the sheet to her chest. 

"Güzelim, I am not going to hide you like some dirty little secret. And it's not like they don't know about us". 

"Well, they don't know about this" Asi all but hisses at him, gesturing between them with a finger.

"I think it's pretty obvious to them that this happens as well" Alaz throws back wiggling his eyebrows. 

"You won't be getting any of this any time soon if you don't hide me!" Asi threatens just as they hear Çağla at the bottom of the stairs: 

"Mom, I think someone's in here. Must be Alaz. Alaz?!" 

Asi in a full blown panic mode looks around the room frantically. And just as Alaz opens his mouth to yell out a response to his sister, Asi darts to a walk-in closet, throws one of the doors open and all but jumps inside. 

"Alaz?! Alaz! Are you in here?" Çağla's voice is getting closer and Alaz lets out a short laugh and shouts: 

"I'm here! In the bedroom!"

Given that Asi took the sheet with her, there's nothing else to cover himself with but her pillow. Which Alaz strategically places over his groin just as Çağla opens the bedroom door.

"Hey, what are you doing he... OH MY GOD! MY EYES!" 

Çağla covers her eyes as she yells and turns away from Alaz quickly. 

"Oh my god! Why are you naked??!!" 

Alaz doesn't have time to answer that because he hears his mother's voice alarmingly close: 

"Çağla, what's happening? Is your brother here? Alaz, oğlum, what ... Oh!" 

Neslihan isn't as vocal in her reaction as Çağla but she does turn away quickly as well. 

"Oğlum, what are you doing here?" Neslihan asks just when Çağla jumps in with: 

"Are you here with someone? Well, it's obvious you're here with someone. Wait a second! Are you cheating on Asi?!!!" 

Suddenly all horror and embarrassment forgotten, Çağla whirls around and stares furiously at Alaz who all but squeaks out: 

"What?!!" 

Neslihan also turns to face him, disapproval written all over her face. 

"What ... Why are you looking at me like that? I am not cheating on Asi!"

"Well, your are in quite a compromising position!" Çağla throws, gesturing vaguely at Alaz and his overall state of undress.

"First of all, I know that she'll feed my dick to dogs if I so much as think of anything like that. Second of all, I can't even get it up if it's not Asi ..." 

"Oh god, TMI !" Çağla yells but Alaz continues:

" And the third: why, instead of thinking I am with Asi, would you rather think I am a cheater???" 

"Well, where is she?" Neslihan asks.

"In the closet". 

Both Neslihan and Çağla raise their eyebrows incredulously. 

"In the closet? What is she doing in there?" 

Alaz shrugs with one shoulder and says: 

"Hiding". 

"Hiding?" 

"Yes, she's embarrassed" Alaz says and adds a little louder, for Asi: 

"Asi, can you, please, yell something out from in there so that my mother and sister know I'm not a cheater?" 

There's a pregnant pause where Alaz stares at the closet doors and his mother and sister stare at him expectantly. Then they all hear a muffled: 

"Çağla, Neslihan Teyze, don't yell at him, he's not a cheater!" 

Alaz looks at his mother and sister with a triumphant "See?" written all over his face. 

Both women at least have the decency to look contrite. 

"Okay, we'll just ... leave you two to ... to get dressed" says Neslihan and pulls at Çağla's hand. 

Just when they leave the room, closing the door behind them, Alaz throws away the pillow and jumps out of bed. 

"Asi? You can come out, they're gone" he says, picking his pants up from the floor and pulling them on. 

When there's no reply or any sign of movement, Alaz goes to the closet, knocks on one of the doors and pulls it open, only to see Asi sitting there, face hidden behind her palms. He crouches down to be eye level with her and pulls her hands gently away from her face: 

"Hey! Is this where we live now?" 

Asi just nods.

"Okay. Make some room for me then" Alaz says.

Asi moves a little, freeing enough space for Alaz to get inside the closet as well and sit next to her. He throws an arm over Asi's shoulders and pulls her into his side. 

All the comedy of the situation dissipates suddenly and Alaz is left with a heavy feeling. His mother and his sister thought the worst of him yet again. It seems that Asi can read his mind because she puts her hand over his heart and says quietly: 

"Don't go there. I know you'll never do that to me and to us". 

"I swear I will never. I'd rather die". 

"I know" Asi repeats and turns her face to press a kiss into his collarbone. 

They sit quietly for a few minutes until Asi breaks the silence: 

"We should go down. Your mom and Çağla are waiting". 

"Can we just stay here a little longer?" Alaz whispers. 

Asi snuggles closer to him and whispers back: 

"Yes, we can". 

And here - in their little cocoon of love - Alaz realizes that it's only Asi's faith in him that he needs. 

[alldoll3dup]

Hii!! This is my first time doing this so I hope I'm doing it right 💀 If you're still available for requests, I was wondering if you could do headcanons or a one-shot (whichever you like more) for a gn or fem reader that's best friends with Velvet and Veneer and is also a famous singer?

If you need a little more inspiration, maybe they would've met at an award show or something similar. I feel like Veneer would be the first to become friends with the reader and then Velvet would become a little more approachable and friendly. Or maybe they were both fans of each other and became fast friends and eventually besties.

Or if you have your own ideas, write those instead! Whatever you choose to do, I'll be happy with! I love them so much and your previous writings have fueled my obsessed brain 😅

I hope you have a good day!! And thank you so much!! 💖

▐ Omg hey of course i can do it, thank you very much, your idea is really good and i will love to write it!

໑୧﹒★﹒Velvet and Veneer x famous!Reader - Headcanon's/one-shot ᰍ﹒∿

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - You were a famous artist and at an award you met the famous twins Velvet and Veneer and maybe you three became best friends

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - Trolls

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - FEM!Reader, swearing

★ ONE SHOT ★

- You were a famous artist, known for your addictive and amazing songs

- So because of your undeniable talent you were invited to an awards ceremony, you were very excited thinking about the artists you could meet there

- So the day of the big awards event finally arrived, you talked to several famous stars until you noticed a big commotion around two people

- They were the twins Velvet and Veneer, you admired them a lot and wondered if you would have the chance to talk to them

- A few minutes passed and you had to go straight to a stage with other artists and the twins were there too

- The awards started when it was your turn and you ended up bumping into Veneer (who almost fell in the ground )

"Oh my god sorry! WAIT You're Y/N?" - you looked at him a little confused

"Yes, it's me, I'm sorry for bumping into you" - You scratched your head in embarrassment, your first time talking to him was already a disaster

"I've already listened to your songs, they're A-M-A-Z-I-N-G, my sister didn't want me to talk to you because you're an 'adversary', but look, call this number when you're free, kay? Bye bye" - and then Veneer walked away normally and you were perplexed

- On stage you received some awards and lots of applause and when the event ended you were still thinking about what Veneer had said, did he liked your music? Unbelievable

- When you got home you called the number and it was Veneer's number, you and him talked for hours about many things

- You and Veneer became friends very fast so he asked you to go out together, you, him and Velvet, you just thought how unbelievable that was if that was a dream you didn't want to wake up

- Then the day came when you met again, Veneer immediately greeted you while Velvet looked at you with disdain and crossed arms.

"Y/N we have so much to talk about! Let's go"

"Ugh what a nonsense"

- When Veneer left your side for a while, Velvet immediately looked at you with disdain and held your face for you to look at her

“You may fool my foolish brother, but you won’t fool me, don’t try to draw attention to yourself, get out of my way.”

"No, it's nothing like that, I admire you two a lot, I didn't want to give you that impression"

- Then Veneer comes back with some random stuff and you feel a little embarrassed.

"Hey is something wrong going on Y/N?"

"No, it's fine..."

- You spend the rest of the day trying to please Velvet and Veneer, but Veneer doesn't quite understand your sudden change in mood

- At the end of the day you say goodbye and when you open your cell phone you are bombarded with messages from Veneer

★ Veneer Bestie

- Girl are you okay? You looked so uncomfortable

- Something happened?

- I'm going to hit whoever messed with you 😈

It's okay I just think your sister dont like me 😭 -

- She doesn't like anyone lMAO 💀💀💀

- Just wait a while, someday she will trust you

- So every day you became closer to them and one day Velvet finally gave in

"Lest do a feat with me, you and Veneer" - she said crossing her arms

"Oh my god???? Yes I thought you would never ask"

"First I'm not asking, I'm ordering, secondly, don't think we're friends, I just liked your voice a little"

- You released your first feat together and it literally blew up, you were the most talked about at the moment

- You were the trio of the moment!

★ HEADCANON'S ★

- You are always together at events, always laughing and gossiping about everyone around you

- Velvet is very cruel, but sometimes she treats you well, Veneer is super kind

- Velvet definitely posts a lot of photos of the three of you together

- Since you are their best friend, they are very supportive of your career as you are of theirs

- Did you post a new song? They disclose

- Did they post a new song? You disclose

- You three are literally the trio goal of most mount rageons

- When you're with Velvet you're are both cruel judgers making fun of any idiot , especially when you two are angry or disgusted (but Velvet is much more aggressive)

- When you're with Veneer, sometimes you have to stand up for him otherwise he just lets it go (even if it's a very offensive thing)

- The three of you together are complete chaos, you have the funniest moments together

- Literally the presence of the three of you together is devastating, funny and chaotic

- Definitely a fan created a channel on youtube of "Best moments of the chaotic trio"

- You guys spend a lot, but like A LOT of money when you're together

"Look Y/N this suits you! I'm going to buy all of them" - she said with the ugliest thing she found in the store

"Oh how cute I need this!" - he said with the most useless thing in his hand that he will never use but it's super expensive

"My God, you guys are wasting money machines "

- Definitely have sleepovers and Velvet always puts on the worst horror movie possible

- And even so, Veneer is scared to death, all covered up, holding onto your arm while Velvet slaps you because she only knows how to laugh by hitting (and like a trapped goose)

"Dammit Velvet stop hitting me!”

"HWHWYWUWJSHEG *trapped goose sounds* I CANT"

"Y/N HOLY SHIT I'M GOING TO DIE I WANT TO STOP WATCHING BUT I CAN'T!"

- You and Velvet start laughing together and Veneer gets sulky and stomps away

"I AM SORRY VENEER JSHSHSJSJHDBDL"

"I won't forgive you Y/N" (two minutes later he forgets)

- If any insect comes near you three, you will have to kill it because Velvet is disgusted and Veneer is afraid

"LOOK AT THIS DISGUSTING THING KILL IT!" - Velvet screams going behind Y/N

"KILL IT NOW WHAT IF THIS MONSTER TAKES OVER OUR HOUSE?!" - Veneer says desperately behind Y/N

"Relax, you two, it's just a spider" - you pick it up on paper and in a jar and put it outside

- After you leave, Velvet will "accidentally" step on the poor spider

- And this is your normal day to day as the best trio of Mount Rageous

▐ Hello y'all, this was just so fun to write omg

▐ Sorry if there are any grammatical errors love you guys ♡

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! ★

[spicy30]

Back on our grind y'all! Officially back and I'm 14k words in. So give or take another day before y'all get chapter 12 of Moderness of 1400s

I'd also like to add that this story is going to very quickly take a dark turn and go down hill. So, I would say be cautious. I know some won't like it and thats okay. But this is a heads up! I've go ahead and marked every single one with a mature reading status.

(Idc if you're 18+ or not, I'm just saying, be prepared. I personally dgaf if minors interact bc I can't be judging ☠️ but yeah, just be on the look out.)

Anyways, a little crumb to feed y'll. Two new POVs unlocked.

Also! On all platforms that this story have been posted I've received many DMs and some comments about Aemond's characterization so I think I'd give you guys a look inside my brain as why I write him as I do:

In my personal and ever humble opinion. The way I see Aemond, is that he is rlly nothing but a over confident teen (He's only like 17-19 and 21 when he dies I think) that was way in over his head and draws power from hurting things that can't fight back. I.E- him burning that town after he got scared of Rhaenyra. He needs to feel that validation that he is better than everyone else. He's a young adult with a major inferiority complex bc of the years he got bullied, and even when he claimed Vhagar it still wasn't enough.

Lets not forget how he treated Alys Rivers in the books (maybe in the show too, but that another thing on it's own.) She was taken as a SPOIL OF WAR. She is a prize to him and nothing more. (Not to mention she prolly has those milkers bc she was a wetnurse and we all know that boy got MAJOR mommy issues) So pair those two complexes together and it makes an ugly picture of an insecure boy (Not man bc a real man would never act in such a way. Real men don't abuse those who cannot fight back.) who lets power go to his head real fast and bad.

In any case, no matter if it be in in war, or in a relationship where he is not the biggest and baddest around, it gets too real for him. So what does he do? He lashes out. Because when insecure things are scared, be it animals or people, they lash out to feel like they have some power over things.

So to me, the way I'm writing to him and how he's behaving towards the reader isn't at all strange. Their time line goes like this:

Meets her while she's essentially begging for her life.

Sees her a second time with a messed up face.

Sees her a third time with a mask that is quickly ripped away by Daemon during the dinner scene, then walks her to her room informing him that she did something to Daemon. Now let's recall that throughout this time, this was never in Aemond's POV. he never reacted in a 'omg she's so not other girls and badass that she did something to a prince' but it's more of a 'wtf you did something to a prince of the realm?' He doesn't like her because of that. He remains neutral to her because he values his lineage, at the end of the day he is still a pretentious Targ so for her to strike a Targ Prince (Even if it is Daemon.), it's not the best look.

Third time's when she is asking for his help. He looks at her like she's dumb because she has no money.

Fourth time she comes back to ask for his help again and this time she has money. Then she says these things he doesn't understand and it's then where reader stopped being some random low born girl who may or may not have money, and like someone who truly isn't like anyone else. Not just like in "I'm no like other girls, or I'm not like other boys' but in, there is no one who can compare bc I simply am and no matter how hard you search you're not gonna find someone else like me bc he won't unless magically some other person from the modern world ends up there.

Fifth time is their first time being together which she initiated because in his mind she liked him. On top of that, there was something he had never seen before. So being from someone he doesn't understand to being some kind of magical creature.

Sixth time is when again she is begging for his help because she is sick. And then they initiate the relationship they have which is transactional, where it is always reader seeking him out.

So all of these times it has never rlly been him seeking her out until recently. This relationship has always been unbalanced since the very beginning. Never have they been on equal standing bc then it simply would've never happened. To Aemond, all of this shows that she is a glorified magical creature that is his bc he found it first and she has always sought him out first (As far as he knew) so when it turns out she indeed had a life before him, she has Jace to help her too, he loses that power he has always perceived to have over her. In a fit of trying to get her to submit and make things the way they are before where she always comes to him, needing him, he lashes out.

(Though yes, it does seem kinda out of nowhere, I will admit that I did a poor job of foreshadowing it. I'm still making things up as I go. I have a vague idea of how chapters will be, but not every nitty gritty detail is. Sorry💔)

The second time he lashes out at her is now bc she is gaining more and more power. He will be in over his head when eventually she is at his equal footing of greater if things progress the way he's seeing them. Again he will be scorned so he lashes out now to keep her in place. To keep her stagnant. Reader has become a replacement that he is trying to mold to fill that space Alicent could not fill as a mother. To keep her needing him, to keep her with him, like a mother will always love and need a son.

So I don't think any of this is too OOC for him bc we have seen him lash out in the books and in the show. Along with that the treatment of Alys Rivers serves to back up my claim. I def don't think it's Yandere, I think that's just fr him.

But! I shall add the tag regardless if many feel it is needed! Anyways, thank you. That was my justification of his character and why I write it the way I do.

Lemme know your thoughts and if you see things differently. I am always open to criticism and discussion.

[realkavehgf]

♡ I must confess...

a/n: I said I was gonna take a break but since I impulsively made this self-indulgent fic, I might as well share my cringe to the world!! AHAHA I finished and proofread at 3am so you might see a few errors here and there. This is a late Valentine's fic! I was supposed to finish this on the day itself but school...

!!! I am not a writer, I mainly draw artworks, so this isn't as good as the others out there, but enjoy the product of my lil brain!

content: 1.3+k words, reader pov focused, reader confesses, reader is an absolute simp for kaveh(cough), a part that implies that reader draws, giving kaveh cookies, kaveh is a pretty popular guy, fluff, just fluff. not sure if it's ooc but it's not that bad if it is! friends to lovers, kavehxgn!reader, modern HS au! Self-indulgent, but it's pretty much general so dw!

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After school, holding a small box of cookies and a Valentine's card behind your back, you prepped yourself. Today was the day. Today, you were going to tell your best friend that you liked him— that you really, really liked him.

Waiting outside in the courtyard, standing near the bench that you two would usually sit and hang out on, you waited to see that pretty boy blond that made your heart skip a beat for every little thing he did with you... Probably excluding the nagging he would do every so often when he was worried about you.

After a while, he called out to you, "I'm here! Sorry for the wait!" momentarily rendering you frozen in place. His bright voice ringing out, slightly out of breath.

Kaveh sat beside you with a smile, arms full of chocolatey sweets. "There were some people who gave me a few things on the way here... And I couldn't really refuse them, you know." He tittered awkwardly.

It was to be expected for someone like him to receive confessions, treats, and whatnot during this special day — he was kind, considerate... and, you could say that he was well liked by those who knew him.

He placed the chocolates and letters on the bench carefully, and... You were going to add to the amount of treats he was going to have to finish. Hesitance took root, you gulped. Palms starting to get sweaty as your heart pounded in your chest, and all of that... Just because he was there.

"Kaveh..." You muttered, before clearing your throat, hands firmly behind your back as you faced him, "I have something to tell you."

He blinked, caught off guard. "Oh? Um, what is it...?" obvious that he was drawing conclusions in his mind — his cheeks were growing redder and redder by the second. As always, being an open book whenever he was with you.

Though, from that reaction of his... Could it be?

"You probably already know what I was going to tell you..." you grumbled under your breath, turning your head to look at something else, your face burning from embarrassment.

"No, no..." He spoke up, voice softening, "Tell me."

This guy is going to cause you a heart attack one of these days, damn it! Speaking oh-so gently... You could only imagine his expression as he watched you squirm about, eyes glued on the nearby trash bins trying to calm down.

"Alright, I..." You started, "I-" you stuttered, "I...!" oh, you just couldn't!

You heard him come a little bit closer, making your heart drop to your stomach. "Look at me." He spoke firmly, yet tenderly.

Slowly, you turned to face him, finding a visage that reflected your own — a blushing mess. "That- that's better..." He whispered, giving you a bashful little smile.

You let out a soft whimper as you two locked eyes... Oh that ruby gaze you could just get lost in— no, no, damn it. Damn it all! Why is he like this?!

"Okay, okay..." You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, showing him the gifts you had prepared. "I... like you." Voice growing weaker with each word that you let out.

And there it was — the feelings you held in for months on end, out of the bag.

A few moments of silence ensued, the beating of your heart growing louder, almost deafening in your ears—

Until you felt a pair of arms wrapping around you, squeezing you tight. Not even taking the gifts first, huh....

He giggled, sighing of relief, refusing to show you his face. "I hope you're sure about that..." He muttered, letting his warmth envelop you, hiding his face from you. Your legs trembling from the sensation.

"Uh- mhm, I'm sure." You reassured him, unable to return the fluffy embrace as, well, you were holding the box of cookies and card in both your hands.

He pulled back slightly, glancing at the things you made him, "Oh, right! Sorry, let me take these real quick." he said, taking the sweets and the card from your grasps.

Checking the card's contents, he chuckled, "'For you'... and, is this supposed to be me?" He asked, showing you the card that you made for him — and yes, that was him in all his doodled glory. It wasn't as good as his own silly scribbles, but that unwavering smile of his indicated that he didn't care, and he absolutely loved it.

He placed your gifts on the bench, separated from the rest that he received earlier. "Ahem," he cleared his throat. His hand on his face as he looked at you.

Silence... Before he'd walk back towards you, wrapping you with his arms once more. "Thank you... I... really like you too." He admitted awkwardly, hushed. "So, I'm... very happy." He continued, hearing his voice tremble ever so slightly.

You returned his hug with your own, squeezing him back. The butterflies in your stomach fluttering about rapidly — you couldn't help but to lean on him.

"I'm happy too..." You whispered back, basking in his affection, catching a whiff of his cologne mixed with the scent of the sunny day that went by... It tickled your nose in a good way.

...

"... You better not be crying," you quipped, as he didn't speak after a few seconds.

He scoffed, "Er- hmph, no I'm not." his voice coming out nasally, oh.

Wait, was he actually crying?!

You pulled away, catching a glimpse of his flushed face, tears of joy, you hoped, trickling down his cheeks.

"Hey, don't look at me—!" He managed to say with a chuckle, before getting cut off by you cupping his cheeks, and wiping his tears with your thumbs, causing him to look at you, wide-eyed.

"No, no, I'm gonna stare, and stare real hard." You teased, giving him a bright smile. His cheeks heating up even more from your words. "You're so dramatic sometimes—" You continued to joke, but now was his turn to catch you off guard.

He took one of your hands, and pressed a soft kiss on your knuckles, his lips lingering a little too long. Smiling charmingly afterwards despite him tearing up just a second ago.

You stared at him, flabbergasted, oh you definitely kept your word... He bested you yet again...! You grumbled, the thumping in your chest growing louder in your ears, but you couldn't look away from him.

This... is so unfair!!

"You were saying?" He let out a light laugh, "So cute..." he remarked, causing shivers to run up your spine.

"Damn it..." You pouted, pulling your hands away, and taking a few steps back. "That was so uncalled for..." you grumbled.

He merely laughed, "You've done worse, you know! I'm sorry!" before leading you to take a seat on the bench, next to the pile of sweets.

"Alright... Why don't we eat yours first?" He offered, taking the box you gave to him in his hand, looking at you for your approval.

Recovering from what just happened, you cleared your throat, "Sure, sure... I don't mind." flashing him a smile.

He nodded, opening the tin box of cookies, he beamed, "These look delicious..." he muttered, his eyes twinkling at the confections sitting on his lap.

He reached out his hand to you, offering you the first bite. Making your heart skip a beat — it wasn't the first time he offered you food, but when it's this setting...

"No, you eat it first!" You waved your hands dismissively, but stubborn as he was, he continued to offer it to you. Not taking no as an answer.

But to be fair, if you continued to resist, it'd turn into a back and forth of insisting the other should eat the biscuit first... So you accepted it, and took a bite.

"Mm." Unsurprisingly, it was good. You picked it out yourself, after all!

Seeing your reaction, Kaveh picked up a cookie as well, taking a bite. Hearing a delighted hum leave his lips, you let out a sigh of relief that you weren't aware you were holding.

You continued to look at him as he savored your gift with a smile.

Everything has calmed down, and both of you were aware about each other's feelings now. But whatever that would come next would be for tomorrow, because right now, both of you would savor this memorable moment — the taste of the sweetness of cookies, each other's company...

... And the brokenhearted admirers of Kaveh watching from afar.