#is just it really does take a lot of trial and error

[blood-choke]

Hello! I just wanted to say that I really appreciate this game and how it portrays butchness. I'm a huge fan of lesbian lit and there are so few butches in media that to see a game have not one, but three, makes me feel a certain kind of way.

Aside from that, I was really drawn to how you portrayed the differing relationships between all the characters. Everything feels so visceral and real, it just feels so crunchy that I find myself wanting for more. I really look forward to seeing how it will turn out for everyone involved.

Additionally, (if this is too spoilery, has been answered, or insensitive pls feel free to ignore) is it ok if I ask how you decide the dialogue and event flow of the choices? I was mildly and pleasantly surprised that flirting with Clear and staying with her in ch 3 would lead to "that" scene, and I'm curious on your writing process on how it lead to that.

Ultimately, I just really want to thank you for sharing your game with us. Im just really glad to be able to experience this game and I hope that you stay safe!

thank you!

overall when it comes to structuring dialogue & choices i tend to write a linear path first & then double back to add more branches.

i had a basic outline of the chapter & knew what i wanted to touch on with each route & what scenes needed to happen, and then i just kinda started writing from there. Clear's was actually the one i wrote first, her sex scene was what i wrote first, and then i went back and built a lot of the route around it.

i wrote Clear's and Hana's routes simultaneously since they were so intertwined, but i ended up rewriting Hana's three times, whereas with Clear i just had to edit it a bit. i knew i wanted them to have that conversation at the table about Clear not having any friends, and then i wrote the scene where mc finds the vampire erotica book. it took some trial and error until i was happy with the dialogue & choices at the table, as well as how i wanted to split the following variations. i tend to do the romantic variations first, and then work my way down, and sometimes i have to go backwards and edit as i write because i'll add something on a whim to one variation and decide that actually i want this to be in all of them.

i am definitely someone that's a bit of a "planster" meaning i do minimal planning and write a lot by the seat of my pants. sometimes it works, other times it puts me in a bit of a bind. like i said i tend to set out with specific information/dialogue/scene/etc in mind that i know has to happen, and build up around it.

with Hana the main focus in her route was that conversation with mc; i wanted mc to get overwhelmed at the store, and for her and Hana to talk about it afterwards, and for Hana to be frustrated at her situation as this person who suddenly has to comfort and take care of mc after being replaced by her. again, minimal planning, i wrote almost her whole route before i started working on Valentina's & i mentioned Standard and his proclivities towards Chinese antiques. this made me realize i needed to rewrite a lot of Hana's dialogue to be more inclusive of her race. i went back to Clear's route, and ended up writing a lot of the conversation with Hana there after she gets back from the store, and then i adapted it to the other routes.

Valentina's route was all about the painting. again, i wrote that initial scene of walking into her room, the description of the painting, and then her first sex scene, and built up from there. there was also the brief meeting with Joan, which was mostly just for fun and to introduce those characters early for anyone that went on V's route, so the next chapter those players will have a little jump on who they are. but the main point was that painting & i think it's pretty obvious with how the whole route plays out, and the fact that the painting is always seen by all players.

this is still a game, so it is gamified quite a bit, with all 3 characters having a potential sex scene in the same chapter at the same time. i planned it that way to make it easy for myself and because that's just how i wanted it to go. i put some stat checks in place to add variations, like if you went with Hana or Valentina in ch2, if you flirted with Clear or not, and again, it was a lot of jumping around and trial and error. i wrote a significant part of Valentina's route out of order, and i finished hers last before i finalized the council meeting (which i had written very early on but like Hana's route i had to rewrite a few times)

i like to describe my process as building a tree. i write the core of it all first, one linear path, the trunk, and then i double back and add in all of the possible branches. it doesn't mean anything that i wrote the friendly, romantic variation of Clear's route first, it just allowed me to use that single variation as an anchor and build up around it without straying too far and losing the plot, hahahaha. i still sometimes stray a little too far... but it's fun that way. it was fun trying to figure out a way to make the rival route different, how to change it while still telegraphing the same overall ideas about Clear & her situation. it's also very frustrating, but it's all part of the process....

[bluemoonbun]

Reader is implied to like feminine things, though gender identity is kept ambiguous.

Damian was a good brother. That’s what he always told himself. He was a good brother, a good son. He was cold, rude, and erudite, but he was able and willing to help anyone who needed it.

When he arrived at Wayne manor, Bruce told him the general run down of why you were to be avoided when it came to anything vigilante related. You were still pure, a year younger than Damian but without any of the pain. The only one in the Wayne manor that could have a shot at becoming a normal person. Damian envied that, but kept it to himself. His anger often boiled to the top, drops of green venom dripping from his mouth when you tried to annoy him into spending time with you.

Your complaints of him ignoring you was scalding water on his already raw nerves. Why would you complain about not being the center of attention for five damn seconds? He would trade anything for the life you had. A life where you could lay around after school and never worry about a rogue bullet lodging itself in your arm, or a poisonous plant releasing psychedelic spores into an open wound.

You could and would never join the Robins. You were weak; it was in your blood. Always sickly, always the pacifist. You wouldn't survive a day in his life. And you weren't living his life; you were living his dream.

But apparently the effort the family was putting in wasn’t enough.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed that the manor felt… off about two weeks before the fight with Joker. He couldn’t trace it for the life of him at first. When he realized by the second week that he hadn’t spoken to you in days, or really seen you around the manor at all, he wrote off the worms writhing in his stomach. You must’ve been busy with a class assignment and had little time to annoy him with your demands of time together.

After the fight, however, he was a war of a thousand emotions. How dare you leave them? Why would you turn away an easy life fat on nepotism for a group of murderers, con men, the dredges of Gotham’s society?

Were you truly that desperate to be acknowledged that you’d turn your back on the family who did everything for you? He hopes you’re happy there, since you were clearly so upset at not being given attention.

Over time, however, things start to change. A few days after Jason made a full recovery, Damian looked at one of the drones Tim managed to get a chunk of code from. It took a lot of trial and error, and the development of an entirely new program to grab some of the code before it bricked itself, and enough all nighters and energy drinks that any doctor would faint, but it was managed. The code was dense, optimized to work with the least bloat possible, well tagged variables, and even a handful of comments in the code.

//Buy Bane those Boston Donuts from the donut shop on 5th //Why does this code need to be here so it doesn’t auto brick itself. What is in the code protecting it from the wrath of God //Louie likes Texas barbecue ribs. Possible treat? //DO NOT FEED THEM WHOLE RIBS. COOKED BONES BAD. //SINCE WHEN WAS THIS VARIABLE A STRING??? IT WAS AN INT 5 LINES AGO //Help the hopeless lesbians get together. //Would Harley and Ivy dating make Harley my mom or Ivy my big sister? Both???

His eyes skimmed the retrieved comments, laughing at a few. It seems that Bane, Poison Ivy, and Harley Quinn were the most common subjects of the notes, though a few mentioning the Iceberg lounge asking what non-alchoholic drink you’d like added, or Riddler offering you another puzzle to keep your mind active. Even Joker was mentioned, though it seemed mostly transactional.

It was strange seeing you in this light. You seemed to have a lot of spice in you, but a heart made of gold. You were definitely surprised whenever one othe villains offered to take you on some trip to amusement parks, regular parks, even just willingly watching anime with you. It was odd to see. Surely someone at the house did those things with you? He didn’t but he was extremely busy with school and vigilantism. Jason was legally dead, so surely he had all the time in the world.

“How was I supposed to relate to them? They’re what, 12 and into shit like that one with the cat looking dog thing and the robot girl. I have shit to do. Y’know, managing Crime Alley?”

Well, Dick had come over to hang out plenty of times. Surely he’d spent at least a few hours with you every now and then? “I have an entire team and criminals to manage of in another city, Damian. I don’t have as much time as you think to do whatever it was with them they’d wanted to do”

Maybe Tim? “I have college and stuff, Damian. And I don’t have the energy to put into hanging around them. I’d probably just be sleeping most of the time.

Bruce? “I have to manage you, Gotham, and the Justice League, Damian. I barely have time for myself.”

… Alfred? “I tried, Master Damian. However I’m constantly pulled thin between so many tasks. Besides, all you have is school most days, and you’ve had summer vacations and weekends. Shouldn’t you’ve had plenty of time to spend with your younger sibling?”

… He did have the most time outside of vigilantism. And it took him a week to realize you were missing.

You had to realize that they were under extreme stress though, right?He couldn’t spend all his free time with you. He had his own friends to hang out with. How were you two even supposed to relate?

One day at dinner, the thoughts were thrashing in his head, slamming against soft tissue and tearing through brain matter. He aimlessly poked at the food on his plate.

“You alright, replacement?” Jason asked, pausing in his extremely rare dinners with everyone else. Alfred had promised him a tray of fudge to take home this time around, and nobody made fudge quite as good as he did.

“… They were gone for two weeks.”

Everyone stopped eating as he continued.

“Two weeks. Two full weeks before they showed up at that fight. Did anyone here even know? I only noticed after a week and assumed they were just holed up in their room with a class assignment or something.” He was rambling. Everyone was quiet and looking at each other. How did it manage to slip past everyone? They were detectives, for Christ’s sake.

They were your family.

—

Dinner ended with guilt wrapping around their throats and pulling.

Eventually, all of them found themselves in your room. It had been emptied, but showed no signs of struggle. All the small items, the comforter, and your clothes were gone. But what was taken left something behind. Copies of photos of you winning state level competitions, letters requesting your attendance at seminars, photos of gold medals and blue ribbons spread across the floor. Most damning of all was the most recent photo. A certificate by some big time tech company being handed to you. Edward Nashton stood behind you, a firm, reassuring hand on your shoulder.

When had this happened? They never remembered hearing of something like this. A news clipping on the back told them it was maybe a week before you left.

“The Wayne prodigy stated that their family had more important things to see to than such an occasion. I can’t imagine something more important that either of my kids being recognized by a multi-million dollar tech company! I remember postponing an anniversary with my husband to celebrate our child placing second in the science fair. But I guess that’s just the Waynes for you!”

That’s just the Waynes to you.

But it’s ok. He can make it better. He can be a good big brother. He can spend time watching anime with you and decorating your room with lace and fairy lights and go makeup shopping with you. You just need to come home. Now.

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[chamomiletealeaf]

Not sure if your requests are open (if they aren’t, ignore this ✨) but could I please request a (nsfw) of the reader just practically silent during it, but trembles and clings onto anything in reach? 😔🙏sorry if it ain’t specific enough

With how cod boys react to it (whoever you want)

LOVE THISSS and yes my requests are always open :)) might take some time for me to respond but always feel free to send a message!

Simon wouldn't think much of it at first. He's not the loudest either, but he can't lie and say he doesn't enjoy a little whimper from you every now and then. So when you don't talk or make much noise but start gripping at anything around you he can't help but smile at how cute you are.

He'd be pounding into you and your hands are gripping at his shoulders and hair and the nape of his neck and the bed sheets and it's so cute watching you trying to find something to grip on to.

He doesn't need you to make noise to know that he's fucking you good. Your legs shaking and the way you white knuckle the sheets tell him all he needs to know.

Price knows you don't make a lot of noise but he tries to make you break every time by whispering sweet things into your ears to try and get you to moan. He loves to fuck you in his gear while you have nothing on and loves how you bite your lip and grip at his belt loops for leverage when he does. He'll fuck you on his desk whispering things like "Aww don't hold back darling. Let me hear my little kitty purr huh?"

Or he'll fuck you nice and sweet and slow in your shared bed while whispering into your ear how perfect and pretty you are while you grab at his biceps.

He's a fucking eater for sure. Would spend hours in between your legs if you let him. It's his favorite past time because he loves how you grip his hair so hard and squeeze your thighs around his head all while staying so quiet. He'd mumble into your pussy about how pretty your pussy is and how wet you are for someone who keeps so quiet.

Gaz would make you speechless fucking you or not. You could be typing on your computer or something and he'd come up to you leaning over your shoulder a little too close to your ear making you blush. And he knows what he's doing the whole time too. He's so smug. Asking things like "What's the matter love? Cat got your tongue?" When he's got you up against a wall or when he's knuckle deep inside of you when you're on his lap.

He adores how quiet you get. He thinks it's so cute when all you can do is stare at him like a deer in headlights whenever he makes you flustered or how cute it is when he's fucking you from behind and forcing you to watch in a mirror because if he can't hear you, he's for sure gonna make sure he sees you. And of course he's gonna tease you and whisper in your ear how pretty you look and how he bets he could make you moan for him.

Johnny at first would wonder why you weren't so verbal or loud during sex. He thought it was him at first and got really self conscious and tried everything he could to get you to moan. He was too stubborn at first to ask why you weren't moaning and instead tried trial and error to see what would get you moaning his name over and over. He would always get confused anyway though because you came every time.

So one night when he was really giving it to you, your face down in the pillows with your ass up, you still wouldn't make any noise. So he yanks your hair back to look at your face and he nearly cums immediately from the sight. You're drooling, eyes crossed, with tears spilling down your face. You were in complete bliss gripping the pillow for dear life while your brain practically went to mush from how fucking good Johnny was making you feel.

"Fuckin' hell bonnie this whole time I thought I wasn't fuckin ya good enough but turns out you're so quiet cuz you're too fucked out to make a sound."

[clockwayswrites]

Mx. Minx: ch2 p3

You all voted yesterday, so Minx is back! masterpost this is a first draft, please no editing or concrit <3

Danny pushed the shirt up and off in one motion. There was the sharp hiss of a breath. Jason closed his eyes.

“Oh Boss, they really did a number, didn’t they?” Danny crooned.

“Sometimes it’s easier to take a hit than dodge,” Jason replied.

“I know.”

Jason hated that Danny knew.

“I’ve got some amazing bruise cream though,” Danny continued. “And luckily none of these have split so we can just do that. Sorry that it’s going to be a bit cold, but I’ll warm it up if I can.”

Jason hummed to show that he heard, but he didn’t talk. He was too afraid that if he talked, he would break the spell in place that was keeping Danny from mentioning all the other scars that lined Jason’s body. He heard a jar open, Danny moving, and then cool cream and hands pressed against his sides. A shudder of a shiver ran through him and then relief. Jason sighed and let his head drop back against the couch.

“Told you it was good,” Danny said smugly. “I took a recipe that another working girl had and tweaked it this through a lot of trial and error. Next time I make some, I’ll make you up a pot too.”

“I won’t turn that down.” Jason wondered if he could even get the recipe. It beat the stuff in the Batcave, which was really saying something, and easily beat the stuff Jason used when he hadn’t raided a Bat safe house recently.

“That’s because you’re not an idiot,” Danny said. “At least not most of the time.”

Jason gave an incredulous little snort. He got no respect in his own damn area.

Just about every other inch of his torso had been dealt with when Danny’s hands finally touched the autopsy scar. Jason flinched. He couldn’t help it.

No one touched it.

“Does this still hurt?” Danny asked, which was an easier question than any of the ones that Jason had been fearing.

“Only in my head,” Jason answered too honestly.

“Okay.” Danny leaned back and started to clean up. “I don’t have anything that will fit you, so you’ll have to go shirtless or put your old one on. If you leave it off, I can toss it in the wash.”

Jason finally opened his eyes and blinked up at the hideous popcorn ceiling and the pink neon like that raked across it. “Wash it, I guess, if you have a dryer too.”

“Yep. First big splurge was to get the units put in,” Danny said. “They’re stuffed in the kitchen, but at least I have them, you know?”

Jason did. “Thanks.”

“Sure. Open up the blue thing, it’s a pill container. Everything’s labeled so take some pain meds, okay?” Danny ordered.

The trash and Jason’s shirt went to the kitchen while Jason did as he was told and tossed back some Advil along more of the drink. Again, Jason was left feeling weird about nudity. He didn’t mind at all being shirtless, other than his scar being out, but there was something oddly intimate about it there in Danny’s apartment.

“Will you be ready to eat or do you need to sit a bit?” Danny asked, interrupting Jason’s thoughts.

Jason shook his head. “No, food would be good. Can I help get it ready?”

Danny tilted his head before shrugging. “Sure. Cabinet to the left of the sink there’s the bowls and stuff. Silverware is in the drawer. You can missing the serving spoons on the counter.”

“Got it,” Jason said and headed through the opening to the kitchen.

It was a tiny room. Two walls were taken up by the cabinets and appliances. Danny’s table, which had only two chairs, was pushed into the corner against the same wall as the door. The only window was over the sink. Despite that, the room felt almost blindingly bright with the pastel pink cabinets, blond butcher block counters, and minty walls.

Or maybe it was the discoball that hung over table that made things blinding.

(Jason tried not to be too distracted by it, he had a job to do.)

Everything was right were Danny had said it would be and he indeed could not miss the old ceramic pot crammed full of spatulas, serving spoons, and the like, so Jason got everything out before he opened the rice cooker to check if it was done. It seemed good enough, so he made a bed of it in the bottom of the bowls. The lid to the crockpot came off next and the small space filled with the smell of spices, meat, stewed vegetables.

“Not bad for barely any work, is it?” Danny asked as he appeared in the kitchen.

“Pretty damn amazing,” Jason corrected as he spooned the goulash like mix over the rice.

“I have water, tea, or some craft beers,” Danny said, arm resting on the fridge door as he frowned into it.

“Water’s fine.”

“Ice?”

“Nah.”

It took a bit of shuffling around each other to get everything and themselves to the table, but nothing spilled so Jason figured it worked. And the food was damn good.

“Thanks,” Jason said, head bent over his bowl. Thanks for the help. The food. The meds. Thanks for caring.

“Anytime, Hood, anytime.”

[twistedpink]

nsfw below the cut! 2 1

The format is Character/Length (in inches)/Bedroom Skill

Rook Hunt - 4 - 6/10

-His only sexual education is very much “Rabbits make more rabbits” but his romance is to die for!!! You won’t even have to ask to be indulged- all you have to do is say yes :)

-Rook is astonishingly well groomed for someone who works on their feet. The spare hours of self care he gets between his beauty sleep and people watching does wonders for any sport-stenches (I mean, unless you’re into that kind of thing). He’s always doing something with the “presentation of his undercarriage”, and isn’t afraid to let you cop a feel in public!

-He’s all about experimentation with your pleasure, and it’s not that he refuses online resources, but isn’t it so much better naturally? Where’s the sense of adventure if some stranger on the internet is telling you where to touch him? After lots, (loads, really) of trial and error, he’s sure you’ll get a sense of rhythm. It’s never too early to start exploring!

Idia Shroud - 7 - 3/10

-Everyone can agree that Idia is too big for his own good. Massive, really- And he hates it. He’s been perma banned from the most comfortable thing on earth! How’s he supposed to enjoy going commando when his tip’s out in the open??

-He does NOT know how to use the monster in his pants, but he’s not objecting to a teacher :) When you first start getting “active” he’s painfully professional about it. No eye contact, no problem! You’ll wear him down eventually, but it’ll take awhile for anything truly intimate,,

-The worst thing about sex with Idia is the need. White-hot and throbbing, but so infrequent!! His libido is SO high, always pawing at you after school, but he can’t hold back for the life of him :/ Ten full minutes of rest for another three of penetration? Oh no, your only option is to overestimate him,, whatever shall he dooooo

Malleus Draconia - 3 - 7/10

-Two words. FUCKIN MARATHONS!! Malleus is comically bad at anything sexual- and you’re the one who has to initiate most things, but he can go hours without any pain between the two of you! And the AFTERCARE?? 10/10. Imagine playing with his scales while you wait on breakfast in bed <333

-Malleus is far too big for any usual quicky spots, but nobody can compete in forced proximity! It’s so easy to drag him into a broom closet between classes- Everyone avoids him anyways, and because he very rarely slouches he has to in the confines of your rendezvous, so it’s a completely new angle!

-He’s a little (lot) inexperienced, but he’s learning so much with your help! Nobody questions that he keeps his nails short or demands chapstick whenever he recalls the time, because nobody questions Malleus Draconia. He’d like very much for you to change that- order him around, kiss him bloody! So long as it’s you he’ll be happy :)

Lilia Vanrouge - 5 - 8/10

-Lilia’s a believer of “it’s the motion of the ocean - not the size of the wave”, and he KNOWS his ass has motion. All these years working on his core and arms only to be reduced to some petty slut :/ It’s all he’s ever wanted!

-Doesn’t bother shaving, nothing on him grows quickly enough for regular maintenance, and that does include his sex drive :( He wakes up sweaty and shaking whenever he ignores his rarer urges, but he’s lucky enough to have you! You’ll indulge him for a little biting, won’t you? Not his fault if you want more,,

-He’s a MASSIVE whiner, but he knows you loveeee it <3 All these years muffling his voice for colleagues and kids, it’s a miracle to have soundproof walls! With his little bouts of energy, you won’t be leaving bed anytime soon- lay back and let him cook for you! Or maybe you’d rather he just eat?

(no full proofread until tmr, we die like Malleanor)

[redandgreyscale]

This turned out very long but here it goes

The first time Evan sees Barty on a manic episode, he has no idea what to do.

It's 4am on a Thursday, and Barty is sure he wants to jump naked into the lake.

At first, Evan is too asleep to make sense of any of it, and by the time he realizes what is happening and gets dressed hurriedly Barty is out of their dorm already. Out of the common room too.

He can't find Barty. He doesn't know what's happening or what to do. Evan goes to the lake and Barty is not there. He doesn't really think he'll jump, the water is almost frozen so it's definitely too cold. But Barty was naked, and is out here somewhere.

Evan looks into all the places he can think of trailing back to the dorm, and he still doesn't find him, so Evan does the only thing he thinks will help, desperate, his breathing too fast and his clothes nowhere near decent, he knocks on Regulus' dorm not caring a bit about waking up anyone.

"I can't find him" his voice is trembling, his hands too, and Regulus doesn't look surprised at all. Like waking up isn't even a bit inconvenient, like he almost expected it to happen.

So Evan explains everything that happened before this, explains how everything was good, better than it usually is, how Barty was all sweet as they laid together in bed. "Do you ever think about dying?" Barty had said then in a moment of disrupting the calm. Evan didn't think too much of it because that's how he is, Barty says weird things sometimes, but it doesn't have to mean anything.

Now he feels stupid for not looking too much into it.

"Barty is bipolar" Regulus says eventually as he gets out of the dorms with Evan trailing behind. How didn't he notice before? They have been in the same room for weeks and dating for months. "We'll wait until someone finds him"

"Can we do anything about it?" Evan asks desperately, he doesn't like the idea of waiting at all.

"No, Evan" Regulus stops so abruptly Evan almost crashes into him, his voice so cold he almost shivers "We can't do anything else right now"

So they wait. It doesn't take too long before Ms. Norris appears and Regulus stands to follow the cat. They find Barty trembling behind a tapestry, curled up on himself, hands on his head, hyperventilating. Evan is completely paralyzed as he watches Regulus take care of him.

Barty doesn't get out of bed for the next three days. Doesn't eat more than once a day if they're lucky. Doesn't talk.

And in that time, Regulus talks to him "you need to learn to notice when he's happy and when he is too happy, there's nothing you can do about it but at least you could anticipate it" he says "try not to overstep too much, he will get mean and maybe violent if he feels you're trying to control him, but you need to make sure he's taking his meds" he keeps going, not stopping for a beat like he has all of this memorized to his core "it's kind of trial and error, you'll get one thing right and the next two wrong but don't beat yourself up about it. Just know he doesn't really mean the bad things he says, or well, he does, but it's not like that"

Evan feels numb, like this isn't real. Everything was fine, everything was so good and now he doesn't know what to do with any of it. The only thing he's sure about is that he wants to keep Barty, and if that means taking care of things he didn't even think about, then fine. He prefers an ill Barty than no Barty at all.

He waits until five days after the incident Barty gets out of bed and takes a shower. He seems more receptive but still not ready to go to class or anywhere near big crowds. They talk and finally he gets to see a different side of him, a more vulnerable more sober one, the part that worries about being too much, about not wanting to hurt the people around him, about being exhausting. Evan reassures him every time that this is fine and he's not going to break up the relationship.

Evan reminds him that he loves him and after a lot of self deprecation Barty takes it. Sure, it isn't perfect all the time, but Evan wouldn't want it any other way.

[p3n-i3]

Copying ur snaps

Pairing(s); Kai/Cole/Jay/Lloyd/Nya/Zane/Morro/Pixal x YOU

[METANOIA READER USED]

Genre; General fluff, light goofiness

Summary; They, or you, saw the trend floating around and decided to tease, aka you/them copying their/your snaps

Notes; This is my first actual head cannon post, so that's why it looks different. The others are just drabbles, this is for me to take a break from writing a new chapter lmao

↳ Kai is a tiktok warrior, he has the longest streak possible with you on it, and he takes it seriously

↳ That being said, it's no surprise that he found the trend before you had, either that or you just didn't care enough about it

↳ However, he does, and he's always up for a good lil joke

↳ He's the one to send you a snap first, half his face in the camera as he questions how you're doing at the moment

↳ When you get it, you ofc course reply back after a few seconds of seeing it

↳ You were laying in bed, so you angled your camera upwards and gave a small smile, stating that you weren't doing much of anything

↳ After receiving your picture, it's here where the confusion starts to settle in for you

↳ Kai would either get up from wherever he was in his house and sit himself on his bed, or he would adjust himself if he was already on his bed, trying to copy what you had done almost perfectly

↳ Upon receiving the snap, you could only snort a little in amusement, thinking it was just a small joke before sending another one his way

↳ However, he proceeded to do that same thing, mimicking your pose with a smirk almost hidden on his face

↳ You both went on for a while, sending snaps back and forth while you silently tested Kai's patience and dedication

↳ While Kai was slowly losing hope of you getting the hint, you on the other hand were blissfully unaware and slightly confused

↳ It took Kai longer and longer to reply to some of your snaps, so during those periods, you would scroll on different socials to keep yourself busy

↳ After a while of scrolling, you eventually came across the reason for Kai copying your snaps, scrolling to the end of the slideshow and letting out a sigh

↳ Kai was such an idiot unfortunately

↳ After he sent one more snap your way, Kai was surprised by how quickly you had opened and sent a reply back, so he couldn't help but try and do the same, wondering if you were seeing how fast he could mimic you

↳ The second he opened the snap, he nearly let out tears of joy, relief, and mild shock

↳ You had angled your camera just enough to show half of your face, showing off your flexed arm with a small squint, questioning if that's what he wanted you to send

↳ Kai takes a second to reply, mostly because he's thanking the First Spinjitzu Master, and because he was gawking at your own muscles

↳ Eventually, he replicates your picture with a wide grin, flexing his arm and making sure that the angle of it was as perfect as he could get it, not caring about copying your snaps perfectly anymore

↳ When he did send the snap, after a lot of trial and error to make himself look as good as possible, you could only smile at the screen, seeing how happy the boy had gotten once you had done what he wanted

↳ You chose to ignore the notification that Kai had screenshotted your snap, instead doing the same to his picture

↳ Kai can now die happy

↳ It's rare for you and Cole not to be around each other

↳ He's always somehow imbedded in your daily routine, whether that's eating breakfast with him, hanging out with him, or simply just laying in bed parallel playing

↳ But on occasion, Cole would wake up earlier than you and would get up to go to the gym, leaving you in either his or your bed to sleep

↳ When you woke up, you were a little surprised to find the Earth User not next to you, but you didn't really mind

↳ You flipped around on your socials for a little while before you found a slide show of two people copying each others snaps, eventually landing on the last one

↳ It was then that you got a notification from Cole, surprisingly enough it being a snap

↳ Shifting on the bed a little, you yawned as you opened up the notification, smiling a little

↳ He was showing off the amount he had just dead lifted, you seeing the proud smile on his face through one of the gym mirrors

↳ Deciding to reply, you sent a photo of you still tucked into bed, a smile on your face as you held up a thumbs up, congratulating him on beating his record

↳ From there, you both sent snaps to each other, mostly Cole sending you machines he was working on and what weight he had done on them

↳ You would reply with smiles and praise, or sometimes fake disappointment as you booed him, telling him that he could lift more

↳ After a while, hours seemed to pass and you had gotten ready for the day, aka just to laze around your house

↳ Cole had stopped by a place on his way home to eat, showing you pictures of his food and asking if you wanted him to bring you some home

↳ You of course replied that he should, duh of course, to which he just replied that he would grab you your favorite

↳ It was quiet after that, you bouncing your knee up and down as you stared at a wall for a moment

↳ It wouldn't hurt, would it?

↳ Raising your phone, you flexed your arm to the side with your face barely peaking into the photo, a light smile on your face before you sent the message

↳ Cole quickly read your message, but it took him a little longer to reply, you wondering if he was walking home or just got to busy to reply

↳ When he did reply, you almost dropped your phone in surprise, not expecting him to have copied you, or even send anything back at all

↳ At most you would've expected him to just send a heart before coming home and showing you his hard work at the gym

↳ You were decently muscular, after all you were a Ninja, you had to be, but of course it was nothing spectacular, just enough to keep you fit

↳ So when you set your phone down onto the table, you eventually calmed down as a frown capture your face

↳ Cole sat with a wide smile on his face, flexing his arm as well and showing off what he had just worked on at the gym, his golden brown eyes so full of life

↳ But that wasn't what made you frown, it was the caption that had done you in

↳ "Mine's bigger"

↳ Lord help him

↳ He's a pretty clingy person, so there's rarely anytime the two of you are apart, or didn't talk to one another

↳ But there's always a few occasions where he was either too embarrassed to come with you, or simply couldn't

↳ You were out visiting your brothers for the day, and you wouldn't be back till late, Jay knew that

↳ But he didn't like it, of course, he missed you !

↳ So he sent you a couple of snaps in a row, showing off what he was working on, then a small video of him rambling about what he was working on, then another video of him talking about how much he missed you, followed by one last picture of his face shoved in the camera, captioned with a question of when you were going to come back home

↳ You weren't shocked in the slightest when your phone dinged with so many notifications in a row, but it shocked your brothers a little

↳ After having to endure their light teasings, you managed to check your phone to reply to the ginger

↳ You watched his videos with a low volume, but you made sure to listen carefully to his ramblings

↳ Once you had finished watching every video and looking at every picture he sent, you sent one yourself, explaining that you loved the invention and that you should be home later that night

↳ He viewed your message, but didn't instantly reply, instead choosing to sulk and continue on with his day as best as he could

↳ Every now and then, you'd both send a photo or video of what you were doing

↳ He would send you updates on the car he was working on, what he was cooking for dinner that night (it looked really sad) and pictures of other mundane things, like the sunset

↳ You would send videos of your brothers getting pressed at a game of Uno, pictures of the food the eldest had cooked, and another video of your brothers talking about the plot holes in a movie you had just watched

↳ It was getting late, and Jay was getting antsy, he knew how to deal with days without you, but it had been a while since you had sent a picture of your face

↳ He had tried to give you hints by showing photos of his own face, but you never got the hint

↳ You would just reply with a heart before showing the board game you were stuck playing

↳ And desperate times call for desperate measures

↳ Swallowing his pride, Jay raised his arm and posed it slightly, coving most of his face before sending the photo

↳ He wasn't the strongest out of everyone on the team, but he didn't really care, because he knew that you didn't, his speed made up for his lack of strength

↳ However, he didn't expect you to reply as quickly as you did, opening up the message only to drop his phone on the table and take a lap

↳ You had a wide and confident smile on your face as you held your arm upwards, having pulled your sleeve upwards to show off your muscles, which were notably bigger than his own

↳ But what Jay chose to focus on more so was the fact that you were outside, standing by the bus stop and captioning the photo with 'Be home soon !!'

↳ You were in for a night of kisses

↳ He doesn't understand most social media trends, so he chooses not to indulge unless you want to do them

↳ For instance, he will mostly be the one holding the camera instead of actually doing the trend with you

↳ His favorite one that was easy to convince him to do, was the one where you held the camera first, before he stood behind you and grabbed it, to which you turned around and eagerly hugged him

↳ But other than that, he rarely understood the point of trends

↳ So while he was out grocery shopping for you both, he was a little surprised to see a snap from you

↳ He opened it up and smiled as he saw you smiling and raising your thumb upwards as you showed the car you were working on

↳ Zane just simply liked the photo and told you to be careful before closing his phone and continuing his shopping

↳ Of course, that wasn't enough for you

↳ After wiping your hands dry of oil, you sent another picture, one that Zane opened and once again, smiled at

↳ It took a while of you sending a bunch of photos before Zane got the hint that you wanted him to send one back, so he did

↳ He sent a picture of him holding a few options of food, asking which one you would prefer

↳ You replied quickly with a text before sending a photo right after, this time copying the way he was holding the food with a few mechanical parts

↳ Zane rose a brow at this, but didn't question it, shutting off his phone for a little while before taking another picture for you

↳ You, again, replied with copying it yourself as best at you could, using nuts and bolts, as well as wrenches and screw drivers, to replicate the image

↳ The whole thing confused Zane as you continued, but he of course didn't say anything, as he saw the smile that was on your face the whole time

↳ Eventually it got to the point where Zane was done shopping and was tossing the grocery bags into the car, when his phone buzzed again, this time with two pictures from you

↳ One of them was you replicating the picture he had sent, but the other one was something completely different

↳ The second one was of you sitting on the hood of the now closed car, oil and soot smeared on your face that you half hid, as you flexed your other arm, grease smeared on your muscle, and your smile was one of pride, Zane easily noted

↳ Rolling his eyes with a smile and figuring out what you wanted, Zane sat himself in the car and locked his doors, putting no mind into replicating your photo before sending it your way

↳ Seeing as he was a Nindroid, there was barely any need for any muscles, seeing as being smacked with titanium was rough enough, but that wasn't a problem for you

↳ You laid on the hood of the car you were working on, kicking your feet back and forth as you observed the photo Zane had sent your face

↳ You also ignored the comment he sent about wiping yourself clean before he came home, knowing that if you left it, he would wipe it off for you

↳ Once again, another case of rarely using social media

↳ She has everything you have and that's it, but she mostly likes to stick to texting you rather than talking on social media

↳ However, she does understand the want to post pretty pictures of yourself (and most of the time her as well) on Instagram, or on your snap story

↳ That being said, she does understand most trends, but she chooses to ignore them and forgets them completely

↳ So if you want to do one with her, it's rare that she remembers which ones you were talking about, seeing as they come and go so quickly

↳ She loves doing ones that involve being in the same frame as you, though, like the one where you both fought a little before kissing one another, or when she ran after you and picked you up

↳ Then again, just like Jay, there's almost no instance where the two of you aren't together, so theres really no need for so many socials to talk to you with

↳ Today, she decided to take the two of you down to the beach, both of you dressed in your own swimsuits and goofing around

↳ After a little while of playing around in the water, and lounging around on the beach, you decided that you needed to use the restroom

↳ Nya tried to accompany you, but you urged her to watch over your stuff, making her hum a little before staying behind, not failing to remind you to take your phone just in case

↳ So, Nya sat on her beach towel and carefully watched over your guys' stuff, glaring at the few people who passed her by before her phone buzzed

↳ She quickly opened it up and swiped onto your snap, opening it up with worry that something had happened

↳ Nya released a small sigh of relief upon seeing your frustrated face before you flipped the camera around to show a long line of men and women waiting to use the toilet

↳ The girl chuckled a little and opened her camera as well, holding a hand over her eyes to shield it from the sun and smiled, captioning the photo with a 'sucks to suck' and a small 'be careful' before pressing send

↳ From there, you both continued to send photos to one another, you showing your slow progress to the toilets, and the occasional video of you holding in laughter when a child slipped and fell on the beach

↳ Nya would send you photos of the beach, or pictures of her looks of disgust whenever someone would walk past her, along with a few videos of people drowning in the ocean, the camera shaking as she held in her laughs

↳ Eventually, you both somehow managed to get into territory of copying each others pictures as best as you could with your circumstances

↳ You also did this because there were a few weirdos looking at you from the line over, and you wanted to subtly show that you were taken

↳ Every time Nya would send you a snap, you would try to replicate it, whether it was pictures of the ocean, funny faces she made, or simply taking pictures of your feet in the sand, you of course keeping her updated on how far away the bathrooms where

↳ After a while, you started to grow annoyed of the people in the line over starting, so you shook your nearly dry hair out of your face an rose your phone upwards

↳ Flexing one of your arms, you smiled up at the camera as you quickly took a picture, making sure to show more than just your arm as well

↳ At first, Nya ignore the angle of the photo and started shift to replicate it, only to pause and reopen the photo, making sure her eyes weren't deceiving her

↳ And lo and behold they weren't, she stared at your flexed arm with observing eyes before looking down at the other parts of your body, smiling a little as she sent you a little comment on it, stating that you both needed to spar before opening up her camera

↳ She took a photo of herself as well, her angle a little different given the fact that she was sitting down rather than standing up like you, but it was enough for you

↳ You couldn't help the smile that crossed your face as you stared down at the girl, glancing upwards briefly before letting out a sigh of relief

↳ Nya quickly opened the next snap you sent, somewhat expecting another show off piece, only to see the camera blurry as you ran into a door

↳ Looks like you finally made it to the bathroom

↳ He actually knows a few trends, believe it or not, simply because of the brain rotting videos Kai likes to send his way

↳ However, he is a bit slow in catching up with the current ones, only seeing them a month or two later when the hype for them dies down

↳ You don't mind though, you are always willing to do trends with him if he asks you

↳ His social media presence is few and far between

↳ He only logs on to like your posts and comment on it, post it to his public story on instagram with a bunch of hearts, or repost it if it was a tiktok

↳ And of course he posts his own things as well, to which you absolutely spam the shit out of his phone, along with Kai, and he tried his best to reply to all of your comments, pinning the one he loves the most

↳ That being said, you're both busy being Ninja's of high status, so it's often that the only way you can see each other is via socials

↳ It had been a long week, but Lloyd was finally done with his mission in Ninjago City, heading back to the Monastery the next morning

↳ Of course, you had sent the blonde a stream of messages, along with a few videos and photos of you hanging out with the others

↳ Most of them where of you, Cole and Kai, engaging in things that he nor Wu would approve of, but he didn't say much because he loved seeing your smile

↳ However, at the end of all the giggle filled videos and Kai almost falling off a cliff, there was a photo of you with an exaggerated frown, stating that you missed him

↳ Lloyd shuffled a little as he glanced around the empty streets of Ninjago City, raising his camera a little to capture some of his face, stating that he missed you as well

↳ The angle of the photo was awkward, as well as his face, so you couldn't help but verbally laugh and adjust yourself to copy his actions

↳ Lloyd was confused at first at the photo your had sent, but he shook it off as he clambered into his hotel room, settling in for the night

↳ When he got back to you, it was finally a proper photo, a video attached of him showing you the small hotel room he was packed in before shaking his head in shame

↳ You sent a proper photo as well, before sending a video of your room before pointing your camera at the empty spot on your bed, clawing your hand into the sheets dramatically and letting out a fake sob

↳ He could only giggle to himself before sending you a photo of his camera resting on a table, his head peaking over the edge in a goofy manner, stating that he was going to take a shower real quick

↳ And you being you, jumped at the opportunity that was nearly handed to you on a silver platter

↳ You quickly replicated his photo, hoping he'd once again get the hint, before immediately sending a picture of you flexing, the photo sloppy in an attempt to reach him before he got in the shower

↳ He opened all of your messages on every social, making sure he didn't miss anything before going MIA for thirty minutes, accidentally missing the last snap you had sent his way

↳ While you were mourning your loss by screaming in your pillow and shaking your face violently in it, Lloyd occupied himself by taking a shower, hearing a delayed ding from his phone, which was resting on the vanity

↳ You decided to cope with your loss by scrolling through the other messages Lloyd had sent you before watching the videos Jay had sent you, most of them being nothing but Italian brain rot

↳ You were in the middle of telling Jay that the videos he sent were stupid, despite the clear tears of laughter in your eyes, when you saw a notification from Lloyd, two to be exact

↳ He swore he had never seen you open something from him so quick, jumping a little when he saw them instantly read

↳ You nearly screamed with joy when you opened up the first photo

↳ Lloyd had carefully wiped the mirror of any steam and posed with his arm flexed, somehow already in his pajamas, but you still took it as a victory

↳ The next photo was of him lying in bed with an exaggerated frown, stating that he missed you

↳ And of course you sent a shaky photo of you screaming, because how could you not?

↳ Now, Lloyd sends you unlimited flexing photos, seeing as you enjoyed them just as much as he enjoyed seeing you send them as well

↳ Another case of doesn't care about social media

↳ She got them only for you, but even then she still doesn't log online, even if you post and send her stuff

↳ She's decently busy fixing up the ruins you and the other Ninja made out of her vehicles, so she rarely indulges in stuff like that

↳ However, she is aware of trends that float around, and will do a few of them if they don't take too much time out of your days

↳ The ones she likes doing are quiet ones, not loud and aggressive ones

↳ Like the trend where you both sit on a park bench and shuffle your feet around, or the H.S.K.T trend, simple ones where she can see your smile and be close to you

↳ That being said, she doesn't understand most of them until you explain and show her examples later

↳ Currently she was down in Hangar Bay, working on a few small projects while you trained with the other Ninja in the Courtyard, she knew you were training because of the rumbles and loud laughter she somehow managed to hear feet below the earth

↳ She was absorbed in her work until she hear her phone buzz from the side, glancing over at it momentarily

↳ Pixal rarely ever got notifications on her phone, mostly because she turned off every single one save for yours and the other Ninja

↳ So when she picked up her phone, she nearly set it down when she saw it was from a social media app, but paused upon seeing your name

↳ Furrowing her brows, she set down her screw driver and carefully opened the message, blinking when she saw your sweaty face in the camera, a smile on your face

↳ Pixal blinked before she sent you a normal message, telling you to be careful before setting the phone down

↳ The millisecond before she could pick her screw driver back up, there was another buzz, her eyes looking over at her screen to see that you sent another photo

↳ This time, it was you facing the camera towards the Courtyard, showing off the fact that the others were training, you and Jay resting on the engawa

↳ Nodding her head to herself, she told you to enjoy your break and that she would be up soon before turning back towards her work

↳ A few minutes went by with nothing but silence, Pixal assuming you were taking her word as she screwed the last bolt into place

↳ When her phone buzzed again, she wasn't surprised in the slightest to see your name as the notification

↳ Opening up the photo, she furrowed her brows as she saw you nearly folded over your phone, claiming that Kai had tried to kill you

↳ Blinking, her fingers were quick to type a message, questioning if you were alright, only to get another picture of you in, clearly, fake distress, stating that you needed her

↳ Shaking her head, Pixal asked you with what you needed assistance with, watching as you read the message but took a while to reply

↳ When you sent another photo, she was half surprised to see you flexing in front of the camera, showing her the smallest scar known to man on your muscles, stating that you needed her to bandage you up

↳ It was hard to see the wound at all with the amount of sweat you were covered in, or maybe it was water from fighting Nya, but either way she sighed at your dramatic take

↳ She sent you a text telling you where the bandages were before she placed her phone back down, ignore the desperate buzzing as you spammed her

↳ She would, unfortunately, not send you a picture back of her flexing, but she would eventually leave the Hanger Bay to take care of you super serious injuries

↳ Honestly, you're just surprised that the has a phone to begin with

↳ Assuming this is after the merge happened, he's busy taking care of the Spectral Lands and the Underworld in your stead, allowing you to take care of Ninja stuff

↳ That being said, him having a phone isn't really a necessity since you both share a soul, but it's one that you both like to abuse every now and then

↳ Every now and then, you'd both send a tiktok to each other, or you would send him a picture with random words on it on instagram, along with pictures of cats and dogs, stating that you both were like them

↳ He understands trends well enough, because he literally shares your soul, so if you ever wanted to do one, he's always by your side

↳ While he might grumble about how stupid they might be, he'll do whatever you want him to do, because you're his Queen, and he's your Loyal Body Guard

↳ However, you were currently out on a mission, one that he unfortunately couldn't join as he needed to observe the Spectral Lands

↳ So whenever he had time to finally sit down and relax, he smiled when he saw you had sent him a photo, showing the area you were in

↳ Morro would simply shift a little and take a picture of the Spectral Lands for you, commenting about how the land missed your presence

↳ You would then take a picture of your face, Morro hiding his smile with his hand as he saw you smiling up at him, stating that you missed the land as well

↳ Clearing his throat and adjusting himself, Morro came to realize that he was the only one around, so he could let a smile or two slip

↳ Sending a photo of himself as well, you and Morro engaged in a small photo exchange war, both of you subconsciously sending photos that were similar to one another on accident

↳ Somehow, the topic you were chatting about with photos started to question which one of you was stronger, you claiming to be stronger than him, while he stated he was stronger since he needed to protect you

↳ Maybe it was the fact that you were both soul bound, but the two of you managed to find only one way to prove yourself to the other

↳ Flexing, duhh

↳ Your outfit was heavy with layers, barely even recognizable as a Gi as you shuffled some of it off, flexing your arm with a confident look on your face as you sent the photo to your Guard, claiming to be stronger than him

↳ And at the same time, Morro had sent one your way as well, same grin on his face as yours, nearly the same angle, and nearly the same caption as your photo

↳ You both stared at one another's pictures for a moment, blinking as you realized you accidentally sent the exact same thing to each other

↳ You were the first one to break the awkward silence, a photo of half your face as you ate a small snack, the caption simply saying that Morro was a ghost and that he had no muscle

↳ To which he could only sigh and shake his head, shutting off his phone and deciding to not engage in your teases, knowing that he would always somehow end up losing

im open for short requests, pls dont be shy im a super nice gal......

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Cheshire behind the cut; “Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!” (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“. . . sure,” Lynn repeats, finally. Billy reflexively brightens. 

“Cool!” he says excitedly, linking his hands together behind his back to keep himself from the reflexive clap he almost went for. Probably the clap thing would be kinda dorky, to a teenager. Or just kinda loud to a baby; either/or. “Um–cool, yeah. Do you want help picking one out, or do you wanna do it by yourself? Or, um, try by yourself first, and me or Tawky can help if you have trouble? Or me and Tawky, if you want!” 

Lynn stares at him some more again. Billy probably seems incredibly uncool to a teenager and incredibly weird to a baby, though he doesn’t really know which one of those things Lynn is thinking right now. Like–it could be both, probably. Probably it could be both. 

Gods, how is he supposed to be a cool enough dad for his teenager while also not being too weird a dad for his baby? How’s he supposed to even do that? He’s gonna need his own books. Like, just so many parenting books and stuff. And also, like–he’s probably gonna have to do some trial and error stuff, probably? Like, that kind of thing, he guesses? 

Well . . . actually, Billy guesses it’s a little weird, but probably, like . . . books about kids with developmental delays or trauma would probably be able to tell him how to split that difference, right? Like, come to think? Like the parts where Lynn’s a teenager and the parts where he’s a newborn and the parts where he isn’t really either, probably. Billy’s second-least-shitty social worker had said some stuff about developmental delays and stuff like that a couple times, and then the guy’d tried to send him to a psychologist like he’d actually thought Billy was dumb enough to talk to a state psychologist about jack shit, and–

Maybe Billy should be getting books about kids with developmental delays or trauma, yeah. That’s maybe a thing he should do, yeah. 

He really needs to, like, start keeping a to-do list already. 

“. . . dunno,” Lynn says stiffly, glancing awkwardly towards the stacked-up piles of books. “Uh–there’s . . . a lot.” 

“Oh, yeah, kinda,” Billy says, then thinks–well, since Lynn hasn’t been talking that much, if he bothered mentioning that there were a lot of something . . . “Want me and Tawky to pick out a few that look good for bed, and then you can pick from those? So it’s not, like, so many all at once?” 

“. . . sure,” Lynn says. Billy doesn’t really know how to read Lynn all that well yet, but he does think the other maybe sounds a little relieved about that offer. Which, well, hopefully he is? Since that’s like, the whole reason Billy made the offer and all. 

“Cool!” he repeats cheerfully. “We can pick some out while you, like–brush your teeth and wash your face and stuff. Or take a shower? Um, I guess you did just get changed, but you could if you wanted. Or a bath, even! It’s like . . . evening-y and all. Or you could do it in the morning, whatever you wanna. But I don’t think we have bubble bath and it’s way better with bubble bath. But we could get some! Like, later, I mean. Um. Did I show you where the bathroom was yet? Well, um–bathrooms, I guess, I guess there’s two of ‘em.” 

There are two–the bigger one’s in the hall, and then a smaller one’s actually attached to the biggest bedroom, so Billy guesses that one’s kind of “his”, technically, but like, he doesn’t care if Lynn wants to use it too. Lynn’s a baby. Though also he’s like . . . a teenager, so yeah, he might care. Billy has definitely met some teenagers who really care about which bathroom they use. 

The idea of caring whose bathroom is whose is really weird to Billy, honestly, but also he’s not a teenager yet, so like . . . yeah, who knows. Teenagers are kinda just weird too, he’s pretty sure? That’s what everybody says, anyway, and he’s met some pretty weird ones himself, so yeah. 

Also–well. Billy hasn’t really been in a situation where it was up to him which bathroom was “his” or which bathroom he could use or anything like that in . . . a really long time, yeah. Or like–ever, really. His parents had a bathroom attached to their bedroom too, and there was like a “half-bath” on the first floor without a shower or tub or anything in it, and he’d just always used the one next to his bedroom with the– 

Billy feels–weird, suddenly, and stops thinking about . . . that. Stops thinking about . . . his old house, he means. His–parents’ house. 

He doesn’t usually . . . think about that, is all. So it’s–weird, thinking about it now. And like, he guesses it makes sense that he is, like how he’s thinking so much about his parents now that he’s a parent too, just . . . 

Just–it’s weird, thinking about it. 

That’s all. 

“I know where the bathrooms are,” Lynn says, which is admittedly pretty obvious. It’s a big apartment, but it’s not like a huge giant house or mansion or something; there’s only so much space. And Billy did show him the bedrooms earlier, at least, and at least where a couple things are, so . . . well, yeah, it’s pretty obvious. 

“Okay, cool,” Billy says. “Do you know how to get ready for bed or do you need a hand or anything?” 

“. . . I know how to get ready for bed,” Lynn says, staring blankly at him. 

“. . . do you want a hand or anything?” Billy offers, just because that phrasing wasn’t, like, an actual no. Lynn–frowns, briefly, and glances towards the wall. 

“Um,” he says. “. . . no.” 

“Okay!” Billy says cheerfully, and really can’t help brightening up again. “Then Tawky and I’ll pick out the books while you’re doing that, okay?” 

“. . . okay,” Lynn says, sparing him a long, blank look. Then he turns around abruptly and disappears back down the hall. Billy feels pretty good about the conversation, he thinks? Lynn told him he needed some stuff, and told him he didn’t need some stuff, and he told Lynn what he could do to help him with the stuff he needed help with, and Lynn said okay to him helping. 

And he’s just, like–he’s really proud, that Lynn feels okay enough to say “no” to him. Like, proud of Lynn for doing it to begin with, but also a little bit proud of himself for apparently doing an okay enough job at being a dad so far that Lynn thought it was safe to say “no” to him. 

Like–definitely he’s proud of that.

[bobbiereynolds]

The Boys Preference: Dating After A Toxic Relationship

A/N: Not requested, just an idea I had 😊 Remember, requests are open! Be sure to read my rules and please respect that I'm only interested in writing for these characters. Thank you! Feedback is always appreciated 💜

Butcher is very vocal. He knows you jump and scare easily, so he always makes a point to say where or if he's going to touch you, if he's upset and why (so that you don't worry you're the reason), when he'll be back, etc. This takes a lot of trial and error between the two of you. Butcher is an angry, violent person. You knew this going into the relationship. There's always a worry it could turn on you, and that's what he fears most: that you'd ever be afraid of him. He reassures you constantly he would never, ever hurt you. He knows all about what your ex did. You wanted to be up front and honest, knowing some of your behaviors might seem strange or out of place. The last thing he ever wants to do is emulate your ex and though it takes a lot of rewiring and assessment of his actions, he's trying to be better for you so that he doesn't lose you.

Hughie hates what your ex has done. Bit by bit, you give him the overview of your relationship, what they were like, and how they treated you. Sometimes you jump or flinch and he's reminded all over again that, despite what he does, there will always be this underlying fear and distrust. It took a long time to date him let alone tell him everything. He's patient and gentle and makes sure you're okay with every step you take further into the relationship. He takes every relationship show regardless of past history. When you see your ex again you have to pull Hughie away, not wanting him to start anything. He can't help it. He looks at them and he sees red. He's filled with disgust and hatred. Hughies always been on the timid side, but the thought of someone hurting you like that boils his blood.

Annie never wants you to feel like you have to hide that kind of thing from her. She knows all about power hungry people who take advantage of others. Still, she can't believe it. You're kind and funny and sweet and you always have everyone's best interest at heart. You know what it's like to get hurt, you wouldn't dare hurt someone else. She knows you don't want any trouble with them, you just want to move on, but she can't help but light up when she sees them. Secretly she goes to them and makes it known if they so much as look at you, even think about you, they're done. She's always asking if what you're doing is okay and wants to be as open as possible about boundaries. You're grateful she likes innocent touching, mostly hand holding, and when you're having a hard time you know she'll grab your hand and squeeze it, reminding you she's always here for you.

M.M knows all about your ex. He was the one to help you get out of that relationship in the first place. Since then you've become really close, so close he's now your boyfriend. After your ex shows up at your work one day, Marvin decides to take things into his own hands. The Boys make a special appearance at their apartment where they make it known they are never to go near you ever again. You have a lot of fears about trusting someone again, especially in a relationship, but M.M. is patient. He never wants you to feel like you have to do something you don't want to or aren't ready for. He's more than okay with taking things slow. He actually prefers it that way. He's extremely protective over you and, unfortunately, are his biggest weakness. If Homelander ever found out about you, M.M. would be done for.

Frenchie met your ex a few times before you broke things off. The way they spoke to you, wanted to control you, all the sings were there. He feels awful that he didn't see it sooner, but you could never blame him. You're just glad you got away from them. Frenchie is attentive and devoted and males sure you're comfortable with every step in your relationship. He offers, jokingly though not jokingly, to have your ex killed when they start sending calls and texts and emails. You assure him it's okay, you'll handle it. He knows you're more than capable, but he's always got a back up plan ready just in case they want to try anything more. He's extremely patient when you decide to tell him. He knows there's more to the story than what you're sharing, but he doesn't push it. He's grateful you shared anything at all. It's a big step and means a lot that you'd trust him.

Kimiko is learning to trust just like you are. You've both been through a lot, but you find a great solace in one another. Kimiko isn't sure who this random person is that shows up looking for you, only that the rest of The Boys are suddenly cagey, angry, and very protective. They're grateful you're not there. When she asks about them, you finally tell her. You dated a while ago and it wasn't a safe relationship. You thought you could get away from them, but they seek you out. They like to know they're in control. She feels awful. You're genuine and smart and sweet. Those terrible things that happened to you only made you softer and, unfortunately, more prone to anxiety and distrust. She leaves it up to you to take the next steps in your relationship. You appreciate more than you could ever put into words. You love her, but you need to take things slow.

Bonus! Homelander killed them a long time ago. The moment you showed up in his life, he knew there was someone who'd hurt you. It takes a long time to tell anyone, let alone him. One day the phone calls and texts and emails just stop. They stop showing up at Vought looking for you. You think you've finally scared them off or perhaps they got bored, but it was actually your new boyfriend. Normally he'd like to boast all about how he tortured them, h9w easy it was to kill them, how stupid they looked when he pulled out all their teeth, but he knows you wouldn't like that, so he keeps it to himself. He knows no one will miss them. You certainly don't. You're sleeping better now and getting more comfortable in your relationship without the constant threat of them showing up or following you. Homelander rests easy knowing they can never hurt you again. He lacks a lot of self-awareness in this department.

[mommyameliestorycorner]

Do you have any tips for new Mommies? My boy friend recently came out to me about his fetish and wants to start incorporating it into our lives every now and again. Though… I’m quite submissive in my own right and not sure how I should go about acting or feeling about any of this. He showed me your blog and loves how enthusiastic about the kink you are. I want to be as well, I think I just need some help. Thank you in advance 🧡

Hi there! 🧡

First off, let me just say how incredibly proud I am of you for reaching out and being so open. That takes courage, and it's honestly so heartwarming to hear that your boyfriend felt safe enough to share this part of himself with you and that you responded with curiosity instead of judgment? That’s already a huge step in the right direction. Also, it really means a lot to hear that he enjoys my blog — that kind of enthusiasm and connection between partners is what makes this kink space so special!

Now, onto the good stuff: tips for new Mommies

The first — and probably most important — thing I want to tell you is that there is no one way to do this. Every dynamic is unique, because every person (and every little) is unique. Some relationships lean silly and playful, others tender and nurturing, and others still a bit firmer or more structured. There’s room for your way, and that’s something you and your boyfriend can discover together over time.

This might sound obvious, but really talk to him. Ask him what being a little means to him, what he hopes for from a Mommy figure, what parts feel comforting, exciting, or vulnerable. And just as importantly, share how you feel. You being uncertain or submissive in your own way isn’t a problem — it’s something to explore and play with, together.

You mentioned being submissive yourself, and I think this is where a lot of new caregivers get tripped up. There’s a common idea that you have to be this super strict, confident domme to be a Mommy — but that’s not true at all.

Many caregivers would describe themselves as service-subs. We take care of our littles because it fulfills us to do so. That might mean preparing bottles, tucking them in, checking diapers, talking gently, or even teasing them in ways that make them squirm and blush. You don’t have to be “above” your little — you just have to be the one offering the care. Think of it more like guiding a toddler through their world, not ruling over them.

You don’t need to leap into full-blown regression scenes right away. Try little things:

Referring to him as your “baby” or “little boy” in casual moments

Offering a paci, or picking out clothes for him

Asking, “Does someone need their diaper checked?” even just playfully

Reading a bedtime story together, or cuddling after calling it “nap time”

Small, low-pressure rituals can be incredibly meaningful and help you both ease into the dynamic.

You might find your strength as a Mommy in being nurturing and cuddly. Or maybe you discover you love teasing your little boy until he's red in the face and hiding under his blankie. Or maybe you find it’s about giving structure, praise, and gentle correction. You don’t need to become someone else, you just need to find the version of you that enjoys caring for him in this special way.

Also it’s okay to laugh! This kink is silly and sweet and sometimes awkward. There will be trial and error, and moments that feel weird or clumsy. That’s normal. The best part is that you’re both learning together.

And lastly… you’re allowed to have needs too. Just because he’s the one regressing doesn’t mean you stop being a partner with needs and limits. Your comfort matters just as much as his joy. Don’t be afraid to say, “That part’s not for me,” or “Can we do more of this?” Your dynamic will thrive when you both feel safe and seen.

So welcome to this gentle, squishy little corner of kink. The fact that you’re already asking questions and showing up with love and curiosity means you’re going to be great at this.

I’m rooting for you both.

[strialternatives]

You mentioned in the tags of I think your comic of Akira and Akechi traveling that Akechi is first-aid certified in multiple countries. Does this mean something to any headcanon’s you have about what his adult life would be like? I love your palace au and i’m really interested in how he recovers afterwards!!

If it was just a joke then you don’t have to answer :)

that actually wasn't a joke! :D it started off as a "taking care of akira" investment that got outta hand ya see-

some background first! in my head shuake wind up traveling after Akechi's physical therapy and Akira takes an "extended leave" from uni then just. never goes back.

they travel China, then Thailand--near all the countries in east asia. at first, its about putting some distance between themselves and tokyo and all that metaverse ptsd baggage no one wants to acknowledge or talk about-

not that they don't have talks. they talk a lot, they have a lot of hard talks in hotel rooms, during quiet moments, about everything and nothing at all. akira is devastated to learn that his future husband is a dog person.

then, literally as they're about to book the plane back to tokyo, after months and months of travels and late night talks--akira offhandedly, mentions that he's always wanted to visit paris.

there's no reason for them not to. akira has an absurd amount of metaverse money, akechi has the key to a good chunk of shido's offshore assets. akira picks up languages quickly thanks to his personas and so does akechi.

and it kinda spirals from there. after that they only drop by tokyo for holidays and planned thief get-togethers.

akira's the type of wild card that picks up confidants everywhere he goes, he likes to help the people he connects with, and sometimes that comes with dangerous situations and hospital visits.

(the two of them are nosy, reckless and don't know how to mind their own business to save their lives. and akira is so kind to others and willing to help and his and akechi loves and hates him for it so, sooo much.)

at first akechi learns how to patch (his) idiot up for his own peace of mind, its manageable, he's used to patching up real world wounds. his initial mementos explorations were full of trial and error, after all.

--then there's this awful business with the russian mob that akira's gotten involved with during that part-time bodyguard gig protecting some small time lawyer's child during a court case and, well. he's two years in, somewhere between learning how to suture a stab wound from an underground doctor and looking up tameki-san again,

akechi realizes he's in this for the long haul. that he has to--unfortunately--lock in.

and he's GOOD at it, akechi likes being good at things.

he's not planning on being a doctor or anything, can't stay in one place long enough for a degree. but, picking up certifications still scratches an itch he wasn't aware he had. to heal instead of hurt--it helps that it starts with akira.

anyway, sometimes when he's bored and they're in one place for more than two weeks he'll go hit up foreign clinics who need a temp helper.

[misspygmypie]

What's That Brush For?

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader Requested: Yes Summary: Lando is fascinated by your morning makeup routine :) Words: 765

Please do not repost, thank you, and leave some feedback :)

Lando stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with fascination as you meticulously applied your makeup. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow that made the whole process feel even more intimate. The Brit had been standing there for a good five minutes, observing you while you were pulling your hair into a high ponytail, without saying a single word. 

As you had moved on to doing your makeup for the day he just kept watching, mesmerized, as you skillfully blended foundation and brushed on eyeshadow with precise movements.

“Wow,” he said, leaning in closer, his voice tinged with awe. “I never realized how much goes into this. What’s that brush for?”

You watched as he picked up the little tool and looked at it wide-eyed, bopping its soft bristles with his index finger before bringing it up to his eyes and inspecting it closely.

You glanced up to your boyfriend. “This is a blending brush. It helps smooth out the eyeshadow so there are no harsh lines in between the colors.”

Lando nodded, clearly enthralled by the whole situation. “Can I try? I mean, I probably won’t get it right, but it looks like fun.”

You smiled at him, amused by his enthusiasm. “Sure, give it a go. Just be gentle and please don’t poke my eye out, I kind of still need it.”

“Shut up, you muppet, as if I was that clumsy…” he gave you a sour look and you chuckled, remembering some moments he definitely had been that clumsy.

As he carefully tried his hand at blending the different powders on your eyelid he asked, “Does it always take this long? I feel like I’m messing it up.”

“Practice makes perfect,” you reassured him, watching as his concentration intensified, his tongue now poking out of his mouth making him way more adorable than should be allowed. “It takes time to get the hang of it. And don’t worry, you’re doing fine,” you ensured him after a quick glance into the mirror.

He looked at the result and grinned, a mixture of pride and humor in his expression. “This is really cool. I had no idea it was such an art form. How did you learn all this?”

You laughed softly, appreciating his genuine interest which is something you never would have expected. But then again, this was Lando and he always was full of surprises. “A lot of trial and error, plus some tutorials online. It’s like anything else, practice and patience.”

Lando’s eyes twinkled with enthusiasm. “Maybe I should start learning more. Who knows, I might end up being a makeup artist on the side.”

You chuckled at the boy next to you. “You never know. It could be a fun skill to have. But don’t quit your day job just yet.”

He grinned, returning to his spot by the door, crossing his arms in front of his chest and leaning against the frame. “Fair enough. But if you ever need an assistant, I’m your guy,” Lando announced proudly, pointing at himself with his two thumbs.

“Thanks, Lan. I might just take you up on that offer someday. You know,” you said, applying a bit of highlighter with a deft hand, “makeup can be a lot like racing in a way. It’s all about precision, timing, and a bit of creativity.”

Lando raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? I never thought of it that way.”

“Yeah,” you explained, smiling as you looked at him. “Just like in racing, you need to have good technique and an eye for detail. And there’s always room to experiment and improve.”

He nodded thoughtfully, clearly processing the comparison. “I guess it makes sense. And I suppose the same principles apply, practice makes perfect.”

“Exactly,” you agreed. “And it’s all about having fun with it, too.”

Lando’s grin widened. “Well, I definitely had fun. Thanks for letting me try it out. Maybe next time we can swap skills, I'll give you a few racing tips if you show me more about makeup.”

“Deal,” you said, laughing. “Looking forward to it. But how about a cup of coffee first?”

“That can be arranged,” Lando smiled and gave you a quick kiss before he headed out into the direction of the kitchen. 

As the door clicked shut behind him, you tidied up the bathroom counter, feeling a small bit of excitement about what had just happened. It was one of those small moments that made you appreciate Lando just that much more and perhaps you soon would learn something new about his world too!

[booty-uprooter]

some tips on how to make bosses easier if youre feeling theyre too hard:

play a ranged physical dps class. that way you can hang back to keep an eye on the arena and what the boss is doing without having to worry about needing to stand still long enough to complete an induction

on that note, inductions are considered finished before the bar is full. you can usually move right before it fills and still have it go off, but it takes some trial and error to figure out how close you can cut it

move your ui around. my own life was made immeasurably easier when i put the target right above my hotbar so i wouldnt have to pay attention to both the top and bottom of the screen at the same time, but try stuff out and see what works best for you

the best time to mitigate an attack is right before the boss finishes casting it. the second best time is as soon as the mit becomes available, every time it becomes available

use addle and feint. you almost never see these used in casual content and it's a waste because they really are extremely useful skills at any level

use arm's length and surecast. there are some knockbacks they dont work on but those are rare. if you know youre gonna get pushed, use these and you probably won't get pushed

take advantage of duty support. the npcs know the mechanics. watch them and let them teach you

particle effects cant hurt you (usually). with the exception of puddles that stay on the ground for a while or layered stacks like akh morn, as long as youre not standing on the marker when it disappears (or are if it's a stack), you're in the clear. feel free to move through the animation if necessary. more and more mechanics require you to do so to be in position for the next one in time

it's usually fine to let spread markers overlap. just, yknow, make sure another person isnt in yours (though its the responsibility of anyone without a spread to keep themselves out of harms way)

when in doubt, ask your party members. it's extremely rare to match with a group of randos and have everyone be a first-timer. most players are happy to help, and the ones that know the mechanics but are bad at explaining them will usually just stick a marker on themselves (usually a triangle) for you to follow

read your tool tips. boss fights are as much a test of how well you know your class as they are your ability to read and react to mechanics. unless youre playing a healer or paladin, youre going to use your entire kit, so make sure you know what everything does

on that note, freecure is a scam. once you get cure ii/benefic ii, you will never need cure or benefic again. keep them on your hotbar for when you get synced content if you wish, but otherwise you do not need them. do not use them

if you play multiple classes, try to keep skills that do the same/similar things at the same spot on your hotbar. this isn't always possible bc despite what some may claim, not all classes of the same type are actually identical, but it will save you a lot of headaches

entirely new and unique mechanics are rare to the point of being nigh nonexistent. everything is a remix of something else and practicing in lower level content can actually be a big help

look up guides. the internet is full of them in pretty much whatever form works best for you (though they can be of admittedly variable quality)

turn down party effects. theyre on one of the tabs under character configuration > controls. if you put them on minimum you can still see heals and such but you wont have your screen constantly full of explosions

turn on target health percentage. this one is under character configuration > ui. it lets you better see how close the boss is to going down

make summons smaller. we all love titan's ass but not when it's the only thing you can see. "/petsize all small" will make this problem go away

relax and have fun. panicking leads to mistakes, which can lead to worse mistakes. if you need to take a second to breathe, do so. your party members probably wont mind waiting a minute or two between pulls

[cassiebones]

if Nicky never died

imagine agatha and rio just having more children. agatha is annoyed that nicky is a carbon copy of rio so they just keep having children until agatha has that

also because they really do love and want to have kids

but it's like 40% agatha wanting her own little mini-me that she can shove in rio's face

the first three children are just different versions of rio, which means agatha can never truly be mad at them because they give her those eyes and she just melts

then her fourth child, Mariposa, or Mari for short, is her spitting image and Agatha is thrilled about it.

But then the kid has green magic and develops a little gap between her front teeth and agatha is frustrated

(she loves all her babies, though, ofc she does)

Rio is the rough and tumble parent who gets attacked by their children on a daily basis. Agatha is the teacher and the disciplinarian, but she turns to straight goo when her children smile at her because nearly all of them remind her of Rio.

They take turns naming the children. Agatha prefers traditional names (Nicholas, Elizabeth, Margaret, Henry, etc) but all of Rio's choices are nature based (Meadow, Willow, Mariposa (butterfly), Sage, etc) so they just have a mishmash of interestingly named children who run amok.

It gets hard to travel with a lot of children, so they settle in a cabin in the middle of the woods, teaching them as best they can. Rio has a clutch of little green witches and Agatha has only one spirit witch to teach. For anything else, they have books that they create a curriculum out of for the Potions, Protection, Divination, etc. Agatha finds other witches and lightly kidnaps them to act as tutors for her kids.

In exchange, she doesn't kill them.

Rio places an amnesia spell on the witches when they are released.

Sometimes they die during lessons, but that's just trial and error.

By the time they get to Westview, they have twenty children all running about in the world, all masters of their craft, all with love and affection for their mothers. Agatha and Rio have three small children still (teen, preteen, toddler) and act like modern day lesbian MILFs so as to not arise any suspicion. They look old enough that nobody questions their children belong to them because maybe they just adopted or had them young? Who knows.

But they're happy. They are in love. They have a family.

They're together.

[wolfboy-tobi]

Can’t feel the Heat

Danny can’t feel extremely hot things.

Danny Fenton x Jason Todd but other then that.

Edited: February 11, 2025

Danny could not feel something that was hot. Like extremely hot. He didn’t notice until one day when he was 16, trying to catch a pan that had pizza bagels before they hit the floor and it didn’t hurt him. Just barely warm.

Danny was very confused because they should be hot right? It just came out of the oven. He could feel the warmth of the oven so it definitely was on at some point and his pizza bagels definitely were cooked.

He got his sister Jazz to hold a pizza bagel to make sure he wasn’t imagining anything— cue the screams and cursing of Daniel Fenton's full name and a lot of trial and error to find out he can’t feel the extreme heat of anything.

The list includes things as small as candle flames, stove tops, blowtorch, and things as big as the actual sun (that one took some help from some Ancient beings.) he was able to just lay in it and not burn to an absolute crisp.

So when he left home at 18 to go to a college in Gotham New Jersey, since it was the only place willing to give him a full scholarship plus a monthly allowance he took it and ran.

It did take him a while to adjust to the fact that some of the things he does outside of Amity park aren’t normal to other people such as grabbing a hot pan out the oven with his bare hands.

The first time it happened was when he moved into a place that was affordable and not that far from campus with a full kitchen and spacious living— he really wanted to cook.

Cue in his super hot roommate/landlord—Jason just staring at him like he was fully insane before slapping the tray out of his hand grabbing his hands to run them under cool running water. Yelling at him slightly, asking him a million questions before realizing his hands aren’t red or blistered his hands are actually fine. But that didn’t make any sense to Jason. The pan was hot and the oven was still on from what he could see.

Jason grabbed the pan slightly off the floor just to make sure and hissed when it hurt him slightly. Danny immediately grabbed his hand and placed them under the water, scolding him this time.

Danny was crying inside though because Jason made him drop the freshly cooked chicken nuggets on the floor and that was just cold.

Jason figures out some time later after he ordered take out for the both of them that this cute guy he let move in since he needed a good cover story and to lay low from his suspecting family and the other mob bosses that are trying to find him out. Was some type of meta human because he didn’t have oven mitts on, he just grabbed a hot pan and it didn’t burn him.

Jason decided to keep him around after that, Danny was happy he got food and that Jason was paying for it.

Also if you use this in fanfic let me know please!!

I want to read them!

[redandgreyscale]

Rosekiller is consuming my brain, I physically cannot think about anything else so have this!

nsfw, I want to warn that everything shown is consensual and that asexuality is a spectrum, keep that in mind.

"I want to try something new" Evan says one evening as they lay side by side on his bed. They weren't really talking about anything, just laying there, spending time together in a comfortable silence.

"What is it?" Barty asks, his eyes still closed, hands clasped behind his neck.

"I want to help you with, uhm, sex" Barty sits up so fast he gets dizzy.

"What!?"

They've been dating for more than a year, and this is the first time Evan has shown any kind of interest in that. He gets the reaction, but he's been thinking about it for a while, he doesn't like being touched, doesn't like having a boner or getting off himself, but for the first time he feels curious about watching someone else do it. And he knows he can trust Barty with this.

"I want to help you"

"I'm going to need a better explanation for this" Barty retorts. Yeah, makes sense "You're not saying it because you think that's what I want, are you?"

"Not at all" he sits up too and stares at his boyfriend.

"you sure?"

"hundred percent sure" Barty looks at him for a bit, trying to decipher what is going on, in the end he just sighs and asks for an explanation. "I want to see you get off" he can tell Barty likes that immediately "and maybe, I don't know, kiss you through it or something"

"okay" he agrees in a second, wild eyes looking at him "wanna set any ground rules?"

"you already know them" Evan smiles softly. They've talked about that too many times. It has been trial and error, but they have it down to a science at this point.

"Only touching your upper body" Barty still makes it clear, and Evan nods "and you can stop it at any time, don't feel bad for it"

"I won't"

"Can I kiss you?" Barty sounds so eager, almost desperate. God it stirs something inside Evan.

"Please do"

Barty lets him do everything he wants to do. Evan touches his chest, and Barty lets him, Evan tugs at his hair and Barty moans, Evan palms at him over his underwear and Barty almost ends it all right then and there, but Evan quickly reels back. Nope, he's not touching that. Not good.

"kiss my neck" Barty asks, his back pressed to Evan's chest now, so Evan does. He kisses and bites Barty's neck like his life depends on it, that is something he's always enjoyed, and watches him squirm under every single touch, his own hands on Barty's waist grabbing hard, nails digging through his skin.

Barty looks so beautiful like this, soft moans leaving his mouth as he chases his own release. Evan stares. He stares a lot. He stares at his swollen, shiny lips and at his sweaty body, he stares at the clawing marks he's leaving on his waist and he stares at how Barty's hand moves over his own dick. Evan stares at every jerk of his body, at every shudder, at every whimper.

"choke me" Barty asks eventually, more like a whimper, a plea "please baby" his eyes are closed and head thrown back right onto Evan's shoulder. That is... No, he's not doing that. He has no idea how to.

"No" Evan says, and Barty almost cries out.

"okay then kiss me, please, kiss me please I'm— Oh I'm so close" Barty moves, now laying on his back. Oh, Evan does not want body fluids touching him, nope, definitely not happening.

"be careful" is all he says before kissing Barty with all he has, already breathless too. Barty moans into the kiss, and Evan can feel his body moving, trying to get more friction, more contact, more. So he gives more, his hand clasping onto Barty's inner thigh as close to his dick as he feels comfortable, scratching the skin there. He feels muscles tense under his touch, Barty already a mumbling mess, the kisses losing pace, becoming more sloppy, and he feels as Barty's body jerks with spasms once he ends, going limp in a second. A doll with all its strings cut.

It takes a moment to recover from the high, they lay side by side, sweaty and breathing heavily and dizzy. Evan stares some more at his boyfriend's body, the way his chest moves up and down, the white glistening stains on his stomach and can't help but smile, because oh, oh that was fun. He didn't have to cross boundaries, he can set new ones, he wants to do it again. Watching Barty is fascinating.

"was it good?" Evan asks eagerly, not too sure, and Barty can only laugh a bit about it.

"Yeah, yeah baby it was amazing" he's still breathless, still trying to come back fully "was it good for you?" He looks over at Evan, and he nods too.

"Yeah, it was fun" Evan sits up again, tugging at his own clothes "I'm feeling sticky though, don't like that very much"

"take a shower, I'll be here" Barty doesn't stop smiling even for a second, looking at him with heart eyes "one last kiss?"