#so i'll make the blorbos cuddle instead

[casual-praxis]

A headcanon I've come to adore recently is the one where Red and Vio are very cuddly together. Like, not even in a romantic way, they just both enjoy physical contact.

Red already seems the type to want hugs or just generally maintain physical contact with the people he cares about, but I like the idea that Vio is similar, even if he doesn't look the type to.

I can vibe with the hc that Vio doesn't like to be touched (as someone who can't be touched by others without feeling pain/starting to twitch erratically, I can relate a lot lmao), but there's just something really appealing about the juxtaposition between his personality and these actions, ya know?

Vio was the first to pat Red on the head (within maybe an hour of them all existing), he doesn't attempt to brush off Red's hug after they're all reunited, nor does he seem to when Red makes a seemingly similar attempt outside the Temple of Darkness--not to mention all the casual contact he had with Shadow. And if the inside cover of the Legendary Edition is believed canon, then at some point he let Shadow basically sit in his lap while he held Shadow's waist (totally straight of them btw mhm).

You'd think Vio would at least hint that he doesn't like physical contact somewhere along the way, but he seems pretty alright with it even if he doesn't usually initiate it.

I like to combine this hc with my other hc that the colors all have drastically different body temperatures based on elemental alignment, so Red and Vio just balance each other out and are thusly always pressed together in some way. Red runs very hot and Vio runs very cold. Blue "reluctantly" seeks out Red for warmth after the whole being frozen alive ordeal (he probably has the most normal body temp of the group), but Green is the one who's actually touch averse on account of his temp being wildly influenced by contact with the others (and him not being able to regulate that).

I think Shadow also runs cold, so him and Vio are just cold together. But at least it makes the fire temple more manageable.

[cj-the-random-artist]

Stupid names I thought of for the QPR AU:

(please take these with a grain of salt I'm trying my best on a subject I don't know personally, also most of these are silly)

Cult of the Squish

Cult of the Zucchini

Squishy Zucchinis

Alterous of the Lamb

Culterous

Two Blorbos Not Kissing

Aroman Empire / S.Q.P.R

Cuddles of the Lamb

Virtues of the Soul (Like Sins of the Flesh in reverse... get it?)

Platonic Cult of the Platonic Lamb

Partner's Path

Joffy!! Hello!! Good sir, I need you to know that "Two Blorbos Not Kissing" made me laugh harder than I've laughed in months, okay, like, I was wheezing. It's unreasonably funny sir. Like these names are so so fantastic, I love the vibes of all of them. Culterous and Cuddles of the Lamb are also so so good, and Virtues of the Soul is so so funny (I do get it and I love it). Also Partner's Path?? Mmmmm so so good. I can't articulate exactly how fantastic is it but I love it.

That said, this did also make me think about actual names for my AU, cuz I probably can't just keep calling it "the Yet Untitled QPR Narilamb AU", because even though that title does have like, Untitled Goose Game style title energy, I do think it should have like... an actual name. But this prompted me to think about other name ideas than that, and I have come up with a few as well now that you've prompted me to think about it:

Narilamb Not Kissing AU (which is obviously heavily inspired by Two Blorbos Not Kissing because... ya know... it was so incredibly funny to me)

Fold Out Couch AU (I haven't talked about this I don't think, but I have a lot of lore behind the couch in Lambert's office?? It's a fold out bed that Narinder forced Lambert to get because he wanted them to start sleeping regularly instead of like, sleeping at their desk (or not at all), except in the end he sleeps on it almost every night and Lambert mostly either doesn't sleep or falls asleep at their desk... so it didn't really work in the end but whatever that's the lore)

Garden Party AU (cuz I keep drawing them hanging out in the garden drinking tea, and I have a lot of un-written down thoughts about Lambert in my AU having a huge elaborate garden with lots of statues and stuff)

Tea in the Garden AU (same reasons)

But anyways. Joffy these names are fucking fantastic and I love them and thank you for prompting me to actually think about this. Unfortunately for me I'm horribly indecisive so maybe sometime I'll narrow down a list and make a poll or something and let y'all decide. Idk. But I did just wanna let you know that these are great and it has actually prompted me to actually think about this stuff again. And also it's lovely to hear from you Joffy, I appreciate ya :D

[ronqueesha]

Your ship and how they sleep

Thanks for the tag, @arcandoria!

I was originally going to answer with my Rogue Trader blorbos, Nasosi and Yrliet. But they generally don't sleep in the same place. Nasosi spends her nights alone in her lavish bed.

I'll tag: @calico-heart, @seasaltandcopper, @silent-moons-camp, @mellowcherryblossoms

So instead let's talk about my other beloved Owlcat pair: Iona and Arueshalae!

How often do they sleep together?

Every night, if they can help it. Even when out in the wilderness, they'll share a tent, or squeeze into the same space as best they can, given the size of Arueshalae's wings. There have only been a handful of times when they slept apart, usually because duty or responsibilities forced it on them.

Where do they sleep?

During the crusade, they sleep in Iona's bed in her massive private chambers in Drezen. Fortunately, the bed is so large and expensive, a gift from one of the crusade's allies, that Arueshalae's wings and tail can splay out just as much as her arms.

Post-crusade, they live in a small comfortable cabin, just off the main road leading into a small village. The same bed they used in Drezen was disassembled and transported to the cabin so they can always sleep comfortably.

How do they prepare to sleep?

There really isn't much "preparing", other than the two of them engaged in things from cuddling to much more perverse acts that leads to them mutually falling asleep. Iona prefers a nocturnal lifestyle, due to her dhampir heritage making sunlight very uncomfortable. But her responsibilities to the crusade force her to have a normal work schedule. This means that she is often exhausted at all hours, and prone to sleeping as soon as she's comfortable in Arueshalae's arms.

What do they wear to sleep?

Iona is very much a nude sleeper. Largely because of her past experiences as a sex worker, falling asleep in various tavern rooms, fully naked because there was no time or reason to get dressed.

Arueshalae often prefers to keep herself covered at all times. Even after her redemption, she still retains the higher body temperature of a demon, and is often sensitive to cool air. Not to mention the fact that Iona's half-undead body is much colder than a normal living person. She will at least wear one of her modified shirts that lets her wings poke through the back.

Do they cuddle?

Yes! They're both cuddlers.

What are their preferred sleep positions?

Iona doesn't really have one. Her constant exhaustion and lack of a true sleep schedule means that she knocks out pretty much in however position she last found herself while conscious. Many times, Iona has awoken in a tangle of her own limbs, contorted into strange positions as she tossed and turned in restless sleep.

Arueshalae physically can't sleep on her back, at least not without extreme discomfort. She is a side sleeper by necessity, which lets her wings unfold and lay behind her. Her tail does much the same, and often sways back and forth over the edge of the bed while Arue sleeps.

This also makes it impossible for Arue to be the little spoon when they cuddle.

How easy do they fall asleep?

Iona can easily knock out the instant her head hits a pillow. However, she much prefers to be cuddling Arueshalae's unnaturally warm body as she does so. When the two of them are together, the demon and the dhampir reach perfect thermal equilibrium.

Arueshalae can sometimes find it difficult to sleep. Her mind is often racing with worry and concerns, especially during the crusade when it felt like she was one wrong move from being violently expelled due to her demonic heritage. But she also likes to stay awake after Iona has fallen asleep, just so she can keep cuddling Iona little longer, and commit these moments to her memory forever.

Do they toss and turn a lot?

As mentioned above, Iona does quite a lot.

Arueshalae physically can't. If her dreams force her to move too much, this can cause the joints in her wings to pinch or apply a lot of force to her back. This often wakes her up, and has taught her to be mostly still while asleep.

Do they snore?

Neither of them snore much. Only in spring, when allergens and pollen fill the air, does Iona sometimes sleep with a light snore.

Who hogs the blanket?

Arueshalae, 100%. She's got big wings, and they get cold too!

What do they dream about?

Arueshalae is still figuring that out. A demon with the ability to dream is unique in all of creation, a gift from her goddess.

Iona tends to have all sorts of dreams. From nightmares about falling or her fangs falling out, to reliving pleasant nights in her old life as a sex worker.

How easily do they wake up?

They both wake up relatively easily. Though Arueshalae is often awake first, due to how restless Iona can be. She relishes these times just as much as she does being awake in the dead of night, holding Iona as she sleep.

How awake they are afterwards?

It really depends. Though Iona often needs some coffee before she is fully functional, especially if she's forced to be awake around sunrise for crusade duties. Or better yet, a mug full of blood.

Since sleep and dreams are still relatively new gifts for Arue, she is often alert and functioning the instant her glowing eyes flutter open.

[koi-pond-tears]

Headcanons I love even tho they go against my main beliefs for these characters

Ace/Aro bakugou. Idk why but I just. Love it. So much. Like yes lil dude be free!!! Fuck nobody!!! You never needed bitches!!!

And especially the headcanons where he's like. Absolutely clueless about love. Like Mina will ask "so bakugou what's your type?" And he just looks confused n goes "?? You mean my blood type???"

Izuku and Katsuki being brothers. Like not literal brothers by blood but they have that brotherly bond. I actually do ship dekubaku but this headcanon is still very dear to me and I think in another universe it could work.

Like it's so funny imagining them fighting the way brothers do or being mean to each other but also having each other's backs and protecting/defending the other. I love that for them

Idk why but asexual todoroki just. Wow. I love him

I feel like he would still want a romantic relationship just without the sex part. Like he's totally cool with kissing or cuddling bc cmon there is no way in HELL this boy is not absolutely touch starved.

I feel like while Ace bakugou thinks sex is gross and is repulsed by it, ace todoroki is just indifferent to it. He doesn't rlly care or have any feelings towards it. Like ok bestie go smush your peepees together while I watch the entire Beverly Hills Chihuahua franchise

As much as I love my blorbos bakudeku together I have to admit the idea of izuku being the token straight friend in a class full of the ell gee bee tees is so fucking funny to me. Like he doesn't understand the lingo and is absolutely sweating his balls off trying not to say something offensive and it's just hilarious. He accidentally uses she/her instead of they/them once and almost commits seppuku ( a japanese style of suicide which includes disembowelment)

I'm sure he includes everyone's pronouns in their description in his notebook to make sure he remembers what to use

Nonbinary jirou just. Fits. Like idk what anyone has to say about that but look me in the eye and tell me that bitch doesn't put on a binder

They're an enby and also bisexual bc I am correct about everything.

Trans kiri just works.

If deku doesn't grow up to be tall as fuck then I will literally have a meltdown

does he not look like the tall lanky nice friend that can't even say fuck??? Look me in the eye and tell me that. Do it.

Eri grows up to be really tall

Like idk where this comes from but to me she's just. Tall. Girly doesn't get you things from the top shelf she IS the top shelf

Also I personally don't like the eri x kota ship, I think it's kinda weird to be wanting these whole ass 6 year Olds to date, idk but it makes me uncomfortable

I saw a post once that said that Ochaco would be an active memelord (back when that term wasn't cringe) and oh my god. No. This bitch wouldn't know anything.

She has a fucking flip phone I doubt she has access to motherfucking twitter

I think she'd be like Izuku where she's just absolutely clueless on the lingo and slang and feels left out when her friends reference memes she's never seen before

And even if they do take the time to send her one or two she wouldn't understand it

I also saw this in a different post but tsuyu listens to asmr

Tokoyami too

I love the black Mina headcanons but I'm filipino and so starved of representation so I'll just pretend she's half pinoy but grew up in japan so she doesn't really know much of the language (you'd be surprised how many of us don't speak our native language despite living here all our lives)

Himikos eyebags come from the many long nights she spent as a villain doing literally anything else but getting a good night's sleep. Like I know in the backstory episodes we see her with the eyebags as a child, but when I first watched the show I just assumed that that was the reason she had them, and I'll stick to that till I die

Mirio is autistic. Do not argue with me I am right.

[thornwolfy235]

WIP 1 - Kissing

I'm going to post a bunch of WIPs in a row now. maybe with a little feedback I'll get the gumption to finish one of them.

A bit of info on them first. I wrote all of these in an effort to deal with an exceptionally bad break-up (might as well call it a divorce, we lived together for 6 years). A lot of these are "how it should've gone" type stuff. I was never able to decide if they should be a full chapter by chapter "novel" or just a bunch of oneshots within the same universe and make a collection of them in order or whatever. Maybe I'll drop them to Ao3 as well. They are all xfem!Readers with my blorbos Grillby and Gaster (though most have no anatomy mentioned, so you can safely read no matter what gender you are). I'd appreciate a glance through if nothing else.

This first one is early-ish in a relationship with Grillby with a Reader who is nervous about kissing. Mostly fluffy with very mild spice.

Mondays had become your regular time to hang out with Grillby. With his pub closed until Tuesday afternoon and you out of work early, it meant those nights could be just for the two of you. You’d only been together about for a month and had yet to go out on a date in public, but spending the evening cuddling on his couch and watching movies, playing board games, or just talking was plenty nice. The casualness of it all was nice, too. After how devastatingly your previous relationship had ended, keeping things simple and relaxed where you felt no pressure to try to impress was a relief. Seeing your beau out of his crisp attire and in what you’d consider street clothes was a perk as well, a reminder to you that he was still just a normal person like you, and as such was happy to be with a normal person like, well, you. The best part was that he’d remove his glasses so you could see his eyes unobscured by the reflections of his flames. With his dislike of people being able to see his eyes, you considered it a true privilege that he felt comfortable enough to let you in like that.

Tonight, though, there was definitely something on the elemental’s mind. He seemed more than a little distracted, and you’d caught him more than once watching you from the corner of his eye instead of whatever was on the television. You were nervous to ask what he was thinking about, however, for some reason afraid of what his response might be. It didn’t make sense for you to be afraid, of course – nothing he had ever said or done should have made you think he might hurt you or put you in a situation you weren’t comfortable with – yet you were.

You felt him looking at you again and glanced over to find Grillby’s half-lidded eyes were indeed on you, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “I-is something wrong?” you asked quietly.

He shook his head, pausing the movie and turning to you fully. “No, sweet spark. In fact, everything is wonderful,” he answered, his soft, airy voice brushing over you. He took your hands in his, giving them a squeeze. “I’m very happy to be with you. I love you.”

Your nervousness eased. It was hard to be scared when he touched and spoke to you so sweetly. “I love you, too,” you said, leaning in for a kiss. His constant, radiant warmth and almost-solidness always made kissing him nice, if a little ethereal, like kissing the softest blanket imaginable fresh from the dryer.

Grillby lifted a hand to cup your cheek, thumb lightly running over your skin. “I’d very much like to kiss you more,” he murmured. His smile turned mischievous when you tilted your head curiously. “As in ‘make out,’ spark,” he clarified with a little chuckle.

“O-oh…” You looked down at your hands, anxiety returning.

“Hey,” he said gently, amusement turning to concern in just one word. “You know I won’t force you to if you don’t want to, right?”

You sighed, tightening your grip on his fingers.  “I know…it’s just…I don’t…I haven’t…” You groaned in frustration as the right words eluded you, turning away a little. “I don’t know where to start.”

His hand went from your cheek to your back, rubbing soft circles between your shoulders. “It’s okay. You can tell me as much or as little as you want to.”

You nodded. You wanted to curl up in his arms, hide against his chest and just pretend like nothing was wrong, but you knew he wouldn’t let you ignore whatever was upsetting you. Grillby had the annoying habit of wanting to help you through them. “It’s just…lingering baggage from my ex-fiancé. There’s a-a lot of it, you know?” The elemental’s orange flames dulled to a reddish hue and pulled in towards himself. Your stomach clenched. “I-I’m sorry, I never know what will set off memor–”

“Don’t apologize. I know you’re still working through it all. Will you tell me what happened?”

You chewed on your lower lip for a moment. “Well…I-I mean…maybe it was my fau–”

“Ahp! Don’t say that!” Grillby broke in sharply. “You know how good he was at twisting everything into your problem or your fault when it wasn’t.”

“R-right, right,” you stuttered. It might have seemed harsh, but this was something you had asked him to do to help keep you from spiraling back into your habits of self-deprecation. “I guess…the long and short of it is that, when making out, he always wanted to do open-mouthed kisses – like French kissing or whatever – while I don’t particularly like them. At first he was very understanding, and honestly I was willing to give them another try whenever he asked, but as time wore on, he started to get…mad at me. He said that, given how often we kept trying them, I should’ve figured them out, or gotten used to them, or just…put up with them to make him happy, even if they still made me uncomfortable.”

Red flames burned more intensely. “That was...” He paused, clearly hunting for a polite way to voice his frustration with your former fiancé. “…very unfair of him. Did he pressure you to keep trying them?”

“Not exactly? I wanted to keep trying, hoping that eventually I would figure them out, but when I still didn’t like them and would ask him to stop, that’s when he’d snap at me. He never forced me to keep going, but his comments made me feel just as bad. A-and later on –” You stopped yourself, not wanting to say last part out loud. You were afraid it would come across as whiny or jealous.

“What did he do?” Grillby prompted, voice carefully neutral though you could feel his radiant heat tick up slightly.

“He…e-even though he said he wouldn’t, he started comparing making out with me to making out with the person he cheated with and ended up leaving me for. H-he’d always apologize right away and say he wouldn’t do it again, only to just do it the next time he got back from spending the night with them. It was like he was proving to me that I was…broken somehow. They could do it and like it and apparently be amazing at it, so why couldn’t I? It made me feel s-so awful about myself every time he did it.”

“I’d imagine so.” He cupped your chin, lifting your head look up at him. “He shouldn’t have shamed you for having limits and boundaries. There’s nothing wrong with them. I would argue that it’s good to know your limits and stand by them.” He looked to the side with a scowl. “I cannot believe that he would compare you to someone else like that. Well, no, I can; I’m just always…amazed by how uncaring he could be.” He blew out an irritated puff of smoke (thoughtfully away from you) before softening again, leaning down to affectionately bump his forehead against yours. “There is nothing ‘broken’ about you for having likes and dislikes. We don’t have to do open-mouthed kissing if you don’t want to.”

“That’s just it. I do want to. I…I want to keep trying, I really do. There is something about them that’s nice, even if I can’t quite figure out what it is because I lose it too quickly. Th-that’s when they start to feel…wrong to me. I was…I am afraid that you would be offended if we started and then I asked you to stop,” you explained.

“Oh, sweet spark…I wouldn’t have been offended even if you hadn’t told me all of that. If you want to try them again, we can, but please don’t hesitate to tell me when you’ve had enough.” He smiled kindly at you, flames returning to their normal orange, though there was still concern in his golden-yellow eyes. “Is there something in particular that you don’t like about them?”

“I’m really not sure…I think part of the issue is that I don’t know what exactly I’m supposed to do during them. He’d tell me to just ‘go with it’ or ‘do what feels right,’ but that didn’t really explain anything. I don’t really get the point of them, either. People say you’re supposed to feel closer to the person you’re doing them with, but I just feel awkward. And…I guess…I-I don’t know…just…” You shrugged. “Tongues are weird?”

Grillby burst out laughing, yellow-tinged flames sending up a harmless cloud of sparks, and quickly pulled you into a hug before you could take offense to his reaction. “I’m sorry, spark. I’m not laughing at you. Your phrasing was just very, ah…”

“Blunt?”

“I was going to go with ‘unexpected,’ but ‘blunt’ is equally accurate,” he said, still chuckling. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe there’s an instruction manual for making out.”

“Oh, the internet has plenty of ideas, I just don’t understand any of them,” you told him with a tiny grin. You loved when you could make him laugh like that, big and loud and undeniably real. It made you feel special. Even Sans’ puns only got a snort at best (you had a hunch the poor barkeep had heard them all at least a dozen times).

He breathed out a long sigh as he got himself under control again. “So, we can try some open-mouthed kissing, but if you want to stop, I won’t take it personally, okay?” he said gently, surmising everything you told him. “Is there anything else I should know about? Any other likes or dislikes?”

You glanced away shyly. “I-I don’t know…What other things did you have in mind?”

“Well…” He paused for a second, tilting his head contemplatively. His lips quirked slightly, a sort of playfulness entering his voice. “How about nibbling or biting?”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “I, uh…I-I never really did much biting myself, b-but I do like being bitten. N-not hard enough to break skin, but getting bitten makes me feel…” You trailed off nervously.

“It’s alright to tell me, spark. I won’t make fun of you,” Grillby murmured, taking your hands to place a comforting kiss on the back of each of them.

You took a shaky breath. “Getting bitten makes me feel safe. I-I know that sounds strange. The best explanation I have is…It’s like I’m being shown that while you could make it a painful experience, you won’t. You have the desire to not hurt me along with the control to keep it gentle. It’s…reassuring.”

“That’s a beautiful sentiment,” he said, his sincerity surprising you. “I think why I like to bite fits nicely with your reason to like being bitten. You know how much trust means to me? Well, there’s a trust the receiver has to put in the giver. They must trust the giver to be good to them while they are vulnerable.” Flicks of blue wove through his flames as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “So if I wanted to bite your neck, you would first have to let yourself be vulnerable enough to allow me that close, and that isn’t something you would let me do unless you trusted me. I love that level of trust, and I would love nothing more than to reinforce it, to show you that your trust isn’t misplaced.”

You smiled shyly up at him. “And you reinforcing it by being gentle with me would make me feel even safer. I-I guess we do match up pretty well.”

“So, what do you think? Would you like to try making out with me?” Grillby asked softly, as gentle and understanding as ever.

You dropped your gaze, your nerves still getting the better of you. “Wh-what if I can’t? What if I mess up or let you down?”

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. He waited until you met made eye contact again before speaking. “I think that’s him talking, spark.”

You sighed. You’d never had much self-confidence to begin with, but your ex had stomped out what little you’d had, making you constantly second and third guess everything. “Y-you’re probably right…”

He sat back again, gazing down at you thoughtfully. “I have an idea that might help you relax, if you’d like to try it, but it would involve being in my lap. Are you okay with that?”

Your cheeks warmed a little. “L-like sitting sideways o-or straddling you?”

“Straddling. It would be easier with you facing me.” You looked down at your still-intertwined fingers, teeth worrying your lip again. “I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want. You can call it quits anytime, and you won’t be letting me down for doing so. I promise,” he assured you.

You nodded slowly. “Okay. Y-yeah, let’s try it.” You met his eyes again and smiled, even though you felt your lips trembling as you spoke.

He leaned in to give you a small, soft kiss. “Thank you. I promise I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, warm breath brushing over your lips. He let go of your hands so he could carefully guide you into place. You couldn’t stop the uncertain whimper that came out of you as you settled on his lap, legs spread to either side of his. “It’s alright. Just sit for a moment. Breathe. I have you,” he soothed, hands on your waist to keep you steady.

Your hands had a death-grip on his shoulders as you shook, staring unseeing at his chest. You swallowed around the lump in your throat. “I-I’m s-sor-ry,” you stuttered.

“It’s alright,” he repeated. “Take as much time as you need. Let me know when you’re ready or if you want out. I won’t do anything without your say-so.”

You managed a shaky nod, forcing your breathing to even out, timing it to Grillby’s rising and falling chest. True to his word, he just held you in place, thumbs rubbing circles against your sides as he waited. “O-okay…I’m okay,” you said at last. “What’s next?”

“May I take your glasses?” Nodding, you took them off and gave them to him. He deposited them on the side table before touching your cheek. “Thank you. Now, I need you to close your eyes and focus on me, okay? Don’t think about anything else. Just focus on my voice and my touch. Be here with me,” he said.

You took as steady of a breath as you could and did as he asked. His hands moved to behind your back and pulled you closer. He softly shushed the thin whine that came from the back of your throat as he used a hand to gently press your head to his shoulder and hold you there, the arm still around you keeping you flush against his chest. And then he began talking.

Grillby’s voice rumbled against your ear as he told you a story about that silly jukebox that still refused to work properly despite how many people tried to fix it. His fingers slowly ran up and down your back as he told you that while showing off with bar tricks was fun, he preferred just focusing on his patrons rather than tossing bottles. He softly pet your head as he told you about a cave in the Underground, one he didn’t visit often as it was a little too damp for his liking, that had hundreds of glittery crystals in the walls and ceiling, and how Monsters would pretend they were stars and would wish upon them. His hand stopped to rest on the back of your neck, warm and comforting, as he told you about a park he used to visit when Monsters first came to the Surface, just to help himself learn to exist around humans again, to remind himself that the War was long over and he was no longer Underground.

The longer he talked and tended to you, the more you relaxed against him. There was no pressure here, no judgment or demands. You let his careful touches and gentle warmth calm you, his smoky-sweet scent and soft voice soothe away your worries until your world was just him.

After a while, Grillby fell silent and a few moments later, you felt yourself being eased away from his chest to sit upright. You almost opened your eyes, but a soft “don’t” from him kept you from doing so. He ran his hands from your shoulders up your neck to your cheeks, cupping them gently, pulling you just a little closer, and you felt him kiss your forehead. Another followed, then one on your temple, your cheek, then forehead again. He repeated the process on the other side of your face, then placed a teasing one on the tip of your nose, making you giggle. Finally he pressed his lips to yours, and when he pulled back, you chased him, wanting more. The kisses that followed were soft and sweet. Though he held you close, a hand cradling the back of your head, he let you decide how long to hold them, how many you wanted at a time, and when you needed a moment to take a few calming breaths.

“I-I love you, Grillby. I love you s-so much,” you whimpered during a break, your emotions becoming unstable again. Your throat tightened like you were about to cry. You didn’t deserve someone who was this patient and kind and understanding, did you? He shouldn’t have to deal with the mess you were. He deserved someone more put together and confident like him. He should just –

“Look at me, sweet spark. I’m right here. You’re okay,” he cooed, derailing your disparaging thoughts and bringing you back to the moment. You squinted at first, finding him too bright to look at initially. His flames were a vibrant orange-yellow, and his eyes filled with as much tenderness as you’d ever seen. “I love you, too. I’m very proud of you. You’re doing so well.” He nuzzled your cheek before sitting back. You smiled shyly as his fingers brushed through your hair. “Would you like to keep going? Maybe try some open-mouthed kissing?”

“I-I don’t know what to do…” Your nerves returned, though not nearly as much as you had expected. Grillby’s careful attention had left you feeling far more relaxed and secure than you thought was possible for someone as anxious as you.

“That’s alright. We can play a little bit, try things out. It doesn’t have to go any further than that.”

A thought occurred to you. “I…It won’t hurt you, will it? I-I mean…humans have saliva, which is primarily water, a-and you’re…you know…”

He shook his head with an understanding smile. “There shouldn’t be enough to be harmful to me. But I promise to tell you if something is wrong as long as you promise to tell me if things become too much.”

“O-okay…deal.” You managed a shaky grin of your own.

Grillby kissed your forehead. “Would you like me to take the lead?”

“Y-yes, please,” you answered fast enough to make him chuckle.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. Close your eyes again for me.” It took you a moment to obey, still a little uncertain about the actual kissing. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, his hands running up and down your arms. “What are you worried about?”

“I…I’m still afraid of messing up or letting you down,” you admitted.

“You won’t. Do you know how I know that?” He lightly tapped your nose, making you squeak. “Because the only things I have asked of you are that you trust me and try, and you are. I didn’t ask for perfection, and I never will. I love you, and that includes everything that comes with who you are.”

“E-even when I’m sad or scared?”

“Well…alright. I don’t like when you’re scared, but I do like that you let me comfort you. I don’t like seeing you cry, but I do like that you let me dry your tears. I love that you feel safe enough with me to let yourself be fragile. I love seeing your smile when you feel better.” His hands cupped your cheeks as you did just that. “Yes, that one right there,” he added, laughing when you lightly pushed his shoulder, embarrassed by his teasing. He kissed your forehead, an arm going around your waist. “Would it be alright if I took a little control of you for this?” he asked, turning a little more serious.

You frowned. You wanted to say that he had been in control this whole time, but that wasn’t true. For the whole experience, he had asked before doing anything, waited for your confirmation, and you had no doubt that he would’ve respected any request to stop. Whatever he wanted, you knew it wouldn’t be anything that would hurt you, but that he was asking to take away some of your autonomy was a little unnerving just on principle. “Wh…what do you mean?”

“…I don’t know how to explain what I have in mind. May I show you?” You hesitated before nodding. The hand that was still on your cheek slid to behind your head. He wove his fingers into your hair and tightened his grip. It didn’t hurt, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to turn your head without meeting some resistance from his hold. The realization wasn’t as upsetting as you thought it would be. “Relax your neck and shoulders for me,” he requested, and you obeyed. He slowly, carefully, tilted your head from one side to the other, then back to expose your throat to him. “I want to be able to move you as I kiss you so I can find out what feels best for both of us. I won’t jerk you around or anything of the sort, just move you,” he said, tipping your head forward (you were surprised by the flicker of disappointment you felt that he hadn’t taken the opportunity to kiss your neck). “Is this okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you breathed.

Grillby pulled you closer, your arms automatically wrapping around his shoulders, pressing yourself against him.  You almost leaned in to initiate the first kiss, but your nerves held you back, still worried about failing him. He must have felt your uncertainty, because he placed a soft, chaste kiss to your forehead. “You are safe, my spark. Safe, and loved very dearly.”

“I-I know…I trust you,” you answered softly, sincere despite feeling out of your depth.

“I know you do.” You heard the smile in his voice. He kissed your lips just as gently once, twice, then a little harder, held for a little longer, and then back to soft. He repeated this several times, kissing you deeper and then backing off, gauging your reaction and adjusting for it. The attention and care led you deeper into security, so when you felt his lips part against yours, you responded by doing the same without a thought. You felt something different, hot and pliant, sweep across your lower lip. His tongue. You pulled back just a little at the realization, more out of surprise than anything else. He titled your head to nuzzle your cheek. “Too soon?”

“’M not sure,” you mumbled, your answer honest.

He tipped your head back and placed several kisses along your jaw, traveling down to your throat. You whimpered softly at the sensation, making him chuckle. “What you really want is for me give you some attention here, don’t you,” he purred against your neck. It was not a question.

You swallowed, caught between embarrassment and anticipation. “Y-yes…”

“I’ll give you what you want, but you have to do something for me first.”

Your arms tightened around his shoulders, anxious even if you knew he wouldn’t ask for anything crazy or let anything bad happen. “O-o-okay?”

“I want to tell yourself that you are worth this, that you deserve patience and kindness and love. Even if you don’t believe it yet, I want you to hear you say that you are enough simply by being you.”

A tear squeezed its way out from your shut eyelids. That was probably the hardest thing he could’ve asked of you, and he knew it. He knew how little you thought of yourself, how much self-loathing you held, how you believed you were nothing but a burden to him and those you loved, how you thought you hadn’t done enough to earn the things he did for you. So of course he would ask you to be kind to yourself.

[cosybunny]

My horrors are slightly quieter today. I'll ramble more to get the thoughts out. It helps me feel coherent (which I am fucking not hahaha). This feels like something you'd find on VHS tapes in a horror game except instead of helpful lore it's just some girl rambling about her own fanfictions lmao.

I thought it would be a silly slightly long cracky fic with sprinklings of eraserdust but then the psychological horror hamster woke up and started spinning on its wheel (it's a UFO wheel, in case you were wondering).

Not that I'm complaining. I thrive with that. Source material? That's the stuff we sprinkle on the soil to grow whatever the fuck we want. Sometimes it feels silly and difficult to explain how fanfiction ideas happen. I have these blorbos from this place, and we're playing in this sandbox I came up with, and in my sandbox, we also have psychological fuckery. Like little gold pirate coins buried in the sand. I can't help myself, is what I'm trying to say. It was inevitable. we be working for that UFO'S A+ parenting tag.

This story's Tomura doesn't know what the fuck asexuality is. He probably went 'hey Sensei, other people go stupid for other people and call it attraction, what the fuck is up with that' and AFO, being the stone-cold psychopath that he is, probably answered with something like 'a weakness that you do not have because your heart is full of hatred and destruction, blah blah blah, now child give me a six-page essay on how you would blow up an orphanage full of orphan puppies to shake society's faith in heroes' and that was it. maybe he genuinely believed it, too, because I can't imagine a toxic old man who's too busy being in a yaoin't relationship with his doctor and running a centuries old criminal empire and idk, throwing darts at a picture of All Might (and missing, because he has no eyes) keeps up to date with queer awareness. Or understands attraction either. Kurogiri would've been more helpful, but it's not like Tomura ever asked him. Why would he? He already got the answers from Sensei.

So it's like, he knows what a sex quirk is supposed to do and how you're supposed to break it (boom chicka wow wow times). Or he THINKS he does, because that's what he's been taught (A+ parenting from the guy who doesn't feel love, although to be kinda fair, I don't think AFO ever thought Tomura would ever be in this situation either). He's not a virgin because he's sex-repulsed, he's a virgin because he doesn't feel attraction anyway, people are scared to touch him, and his sex drive is so low it's a tripping hazard in hell. He sees it as another difficult obstacle he's got to grit his teeth and bear through, which is so horrifying actually. Respecting other people's bodies and boundaries?? Yes, he's good at that. Respecting his own?? Hahaha. No. He's not supposed to take the easy way out. He's never been allowed to. So, when the League says he needs help getting through the quirk (by which they mean he won't let them cuddle him, because he's terrified he'll kill them by accident like his family), and Eraser agrees that he'll help him get through the quirk (by which he means because he can't dust him)...

It puzzles the hell out of Aizawa because he just knows something's not clicking even though he's been told what's going on, and why the League needs his help specifically to deal with this cuddly nonsense from the guy with the death hands. It's not like there's not plenty of distrustfulness to make this awkward and strange for both of them. But the first agreeing words out of Tomura's mouth are 'don't break me, hero' and Eraser's subsequent attempts to tell him that no, he's not going to hurt him, this is very specifically about not hurting him, seem to make things worse. Tomura just so. resigned. and Aizawa has no idea why. But then it finally does click and he's like oh. oh, fuck. And him trying to tell Tomura that it's not about sex, they aren't going to have sex, that's not what's happening here, doesn't work, because again, Tomura doesn't understand what attraction is or why it matters, only that it's the fastest way to break the quirk (A+ parenting) and he has to break it, and Eraser is probably decent enough to put him out of his misery without getting hurt in the process (or hurting him, as established). By this time, the quirk's taken just about all it can out of Tomura. He's exhausted. He's desperate. He's miserable. He just wants it to be over. He's too jaded to believe that he can have that relief without having to suffer for it.

That's the delicious, delicious psychological horror. maybe not totally horror. fuckery?

That's not even getting into his A+ outlook about consent. With other people? Sure. He knows that. With himself? Ehh. Doesn't really matter. (It absolutely fucking does, to be clear). That's not the asexuality talking, that's just the A+ parenting and being raised like a pet villain/science project by AFO and the Doctor, with the whole grooming him to be a perfect quirk-nabbing vessel of hatred thing. Hell, he's still rattled up about the creepy encounter with the person who laid the quirk on him and he keeps dismissing those traumatized flashbacks because he doesn't understand why he's having them. It's not even denial. It's just total 'so what? it wasn't that bad.'

Aizawa should've negotiated himself two bottles of whiskey. He's not a particularly sensitive or empathetic person, so having to sit down and explain the concept of consent and 'it is your body, and you are the only person who is allowed to decide what you do with it' to the bratty villain who attacked him and his students in the USJ last year is... sure a two-whiskey problem.

He still does it anyway, because he's fucking cool.

[leffee]

How Vinnie’s friends would maybe react to Vinnie saying “I’m cold”-

Pepper: "Ah, sounds like the weather's giving you the cold shoulder! But don't worry, I've got enough hot takes to warm us up!" *grins*

Zoe: "I may have something you can borrow, darling, but fair warning, it's all pink."

Russell: I told you it would be cold today. Why didn’t you bring a jacket? Don’t worry, I brought an extra just in case.

Penny: Oh, I feel bad that I don't have anything to offer, but.. I can give you a warm hug!"

Minka: come on Vinnie! Just keep moving like I am, and you'll be warm in no time!"

Sunil: Sunil: "Oh no, you're cold!? Here, take my sweatshirt. let's find somewhere warm to go right away. Until then, I'll share my body heat with you." *hugs Vinnie tightly*

Shahrukh: *silently pulls out an oversized hoodie and puts it over Vinnie* “Better?”

-Have this silly little thing- 🥶

Vinnie being cold is like literally my favourite thing ever (me about most of my headcanons about him). I know it's a thing people love giving their blorbos but but with him it actually makes sense, being canonically cold-blooded and all, I mean it's in the name! Instead of just admiring all those responses, let me give you Vinnie's replies :D

to Pepper: Ahaha, okay that's actually funny, good ones, Pepper. *After a while* Right, but I'm actually still cold

to Zoe: I literally do not care what color it is, I just want something to warm me up, gimmie

to Russell: *ok, hear me out, Vinnie didn't bring a jacket or anything on purpose because he likes wearing others' clothes too much and he knew Russell would most likely have an extra one, so yeah. Worse if Russell didn't actually bring an extra one, but since he did Vinnie is a happy boy*

to Penny: *yes! yes, who cares, give him a hug! It would be better if he could get it while wearing something warmer, but still, it's a hug! Might act a bit tsundere on the outside but still, he's completely happy with the result*

to Minka: Okay, o-okay, I'll t-try *he says while his teeth chatter, he does start moving and it works a bit but then he quickly gets tired from using so much of his precious energy that can be used to warming him up. Epic fail*

to Sunil: *oh yes, perfect, now there's that hug and something warmer to wear, exactly what he wanted, perfect solution, 10/10 yes yes he loves it and snuggles up to Sunil happily, totally worth it*

and finally his reply to Sharukh's response: *Would be better with some additional cuddles of course, but then again it is Sharukh's hoodie, so it's like super big, so it's still 10/10 for him* Yes, better, much better :]

Pls, this is literally the best trope ever, I could read/write about it over and over and over