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[boxwinebaddie]

NINAAAAAAAAAAAA? DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE KYLEYB CONTENT? I LOVE HIM

nOOOOOOOOOOOONICA!

-- and do i EVA, dollface!

( edit: the spelling across the board is non-existent. so sorry. you are morally obligated to be nice to me; i have a tumor. also, my apologies for yesterdays post -- it is gone now *shudders at memory* --

i was very manic and upset and the jerseykyle in me that gets angry, really, really is convinced she can kill god...i do think that's still true, but it was very chaotic and embarassing to be like that on the dash.

but if you are worried about the tumor i am trying to have a ( bad ) sense of humor about, again, it’s benign, noncancerous, very, very small, to the point where it requires no surgery or radiation treatment at this time ( i do have a radiology appointment for another brain scan on the 26th so please keep me in ur thots if you can ) and i just have to cope with a lot of gnarly side effects.

i love you and hope you heal. <333 -the u.n.

so...i wrote this weird ~'thing'~ ( i'm not sure what else to call it ) because i was having a very loose and silly-goosed ( but as always, wonderfully and graciously soul-warming ) converslaytion in the dms

with dearest, darlingest teria ( whose work you should not only read and whose art is not only more immaculate than the piss-and-moan-a-lisa, but whose advice, council and conversation i enthusiastically urge you to enlist because she is truly, a little bit of heaven on earth )

and, i don't know, i was doing the silly kyley b voice for shits and giggles in my texts and...it never...left my brain ( is THAT what gave me the brain worms? ) and i had to write my weird ~'thing'~, which is my boy, THE BUOY, kyley bi-atch! talkin’ to the new kid and givin’ them some street-wise, beat-the-shit-out-of-you-poetic advice.

( if you want it...it's down at the VERY BOTTOM -- everyone say hoooola cuervostan ;) xxx -- of this post...i got weirdly passionate talking about kyley b and jersey in general, so you can read all of that if you WANT...but i'll leave the screenshots after everything, so you can scroll down easily and reach it; also...gender neutral, i promise, just girl-scout-squirrely-whirly nicknames, haha. )

cue a future me leaving this here where i left off:

*unfreezes tv screen and a feral past nina springs to life*

also, i am...so sorry in advance for this, bc, okay, look...

-- does he sound like ball bustin', good fa' nothing pauly d, soprano mobstaH? yeah...yeah he sure does, aND WHATTABOUTIT, BETCH?! ( i'm just kidding, you guys; mwah ) but like...is that not The Vibe?

like? he is not supposed to give your rough and tumble ol buddy nino down at the jewish-italian pizzeria who looks like he would rather fkn blow his brains out that take 'ya ordah' ( but loves his ma and his kid brother, and the counter guy got fkn shived, so there he is baby baby;

-- the worst man on planet earth...

…and The LUVH Of My Loife! )

...who repeatedly calls you 'toots', but he's not really hitting on you, he's just trying to size you up ( also, i love you pre-(ed)isordah jersey, the BIGGEST and the baddiest, baby! ah-baddabingbaddaBOOM! )

and he...( quite literally ) wants you to stay the fuck away from him and get the hell out of his shitty city, and, he is THE KYLEY B, BAY-BEE! he's the curliest, cuntiest, coppa'-ist ( do naaaught, howeva, group him in with the bootlickers, or he'll make you lick his...just so HE can call /YOU/ one...like...he is my BF, do you understA-- )

hooOOoo

( i am sorry; he is...my favorite mwob-buoy-bawhss xx )

but...on the inside, underneath it all, really is...just...a fine and truly beautiful specimen, the meaner he is to you, the more you like him...and...you accidentally fall in love with him ( oooY geVAULT! )

that is...in fact, what sweet, sweet stanley marsh did ( he is a genius and a visionary and I RESPECT THE FUCK OUT OF THAT SCARY BOY CRAZY CRUNCHY KALE SALAD KIIIIIIING; like, he really played The Long Game...AND WON!!! HE FUCKING WON, BABEY!!!! like

i have this pre-rm, childhood headcannon, that ( because he was trying not to say stan's name or acknowledge him -- very interesting to me because that is the Same strategy stan employed when he publicly gave kyle the jersey nickname, bc he knew he could not remain detached/unemotional if he said kyle's name --

that babyjk when he lived in south park regularly just called stan 'bambi' or 'sug' or 'masug'; short for 'masugganah' or crazy in yiddish

because rm!santanastan...

( which is what sharon called him, for the band and just to respect his chosen name, in spanish, without alerting randy's suspicions...i will start crying, i should talk abt the south park era of the rm fbs more )

was just this insane boy with gigantic fucking goldfish, cartoon dear eyes who would approach him when no one else would even DARE, was freshly obsessed with him and thought he was the bees knees.

so, because the reader, reminds him a lot of stan...he starts using those little nicknames and i wanted you to know the rm!origin. yes, he does still call stan 'bamb' and 'sug' ( which is cute, because as a nice pet name he likens it to 'sugar' sometimes, aw ) to this day

and i think, almost did it or actually one time with raven of crimson dawn and stan's gigantic fucking sugar glider eyeballs lit up and kyle was HORRIFIED because oh my god, that was a Stanley Marsh ONLY nickname and i used it on this fucking CELEBRITY MAN...like y'know actually bestie, you are a fucking genius…

— that's Your celebrity man.

BUT BACK TO BACK TO KYLEY B, BAAAAAAAAABEY!

who is the red-(H)ead-BIC of NUEW JOISEY, kid!

like my best description is that he's this fast-twalkin, street rat, night life, mortal ( but not really; he basically thinks he's god ) kombative, fucking feral, ruthless palooka-pummeling, curbstomping, pavement leveling, street-fighting piesa' literal gutta trash, or sort of like if luffy from one piece was a mad swole ( emphasis mad, he's pissed and humungous, holy shit ) scary freckled ginger new jersey pirate king

who ( bc i love a visual ) is typically out there, rocking:

a way too tight ( to the point of it almost being threadbare and rolling paper thin; he looks good tho; he's my lil diamond in da ruff ) worn out, extremely stretched out, skin-tight, faded/distressed

( that's fraying and unspooling in several along the mom-mended and barely held-together seams --sounds like a metaphor for something -- with the distracting curly font almost nearly peeled and cracked off ), probably heavily stained ( with blood...and whatever meager, worm-infested brain matta splattered on his shirt when he was bashing some bigshot's stupid head in with a tire iron -- rip; sorry ma -- sunbleached from scorching nj summers that it's almost...brown ) black affliction tank top

some huge, torn-up, baggy, aggresively rhinestone-studded, heavily sequined ( k.b, it's already so hard to see and street hardened, police siren, rough around the edges radiance is already blinding me, please have mercy [ never not once ] ) mike 'the situation' influenced, super quintessentially 2012 jersey shore adjacent ( in that they're very loud, vibrant, in your face, tacky and obnoxious ) faux americana, tattoo parlor-popularized, badly screenprinted, ed hardy jeans ( eyeconick! )

the M-o-s-t ( sigh ) hideous ( and i do mean fucking hideous, sheila broflovski is fashion blind; but she is so beautiful and kind, she is forgiven in every way ) men's size thirteen ( jersey has frighteningly large, monster-sized clown feet ) highlighter green-orange-purple basketball shoes you've ever seen

-- purchased, with love, from the sale rack of ross for dress for less ( where they were collecting dust; no one wanted those things ) and her widely amassment of store credit from...numerous previous returns ) by none other than, my favorite beehive-styling, cherry-red, new jersey hauswife, legendary broflovski matriarch ( she rlly runs that whole fkn house like the navy; choke gerald )

Miss Sheila Broflovski...

the only person who is not scared of the notorious k.m.b. kyley b and routinely, while they're out in public, ft. a baby-faced, mean-mugging kyley b jersey acting all big and bad, will pull him down by the tag of his tank top, go 'you've got some schmutz on your face, bubbula!'

hold down this gigantic, vicious, snarling, menacing, thick as brick, hard as titanium, six foot tall, juvenile detention center frequenting, frightening concrete wall of an eighteen year old boy who looks like he could gut you with his stare alone, like he's a cute, cuddly teddy bear, hawk the loudest, wettest, gnarliest lougie into a schmatta she fished out of her purse and proceed to volently scrub a tiny spot of 'sahwasce' her son's face while he squirms like a feral cat; i love her. )

and the crowning jewels ( or jewels really; not sure if they're real, but they're big and shiny, which is what matters ) duel-ery, which i call that because…

he literally weaves his way through the back-door inner-city system of crime in new jersey through info he mercilessly squeezed out of a coupla peabrained Gabbagoons, uses what little information he could decipher out of those fkn weasel's pathetic wheezes to deadpool square to wherever their bosses lair is…

makes them regret they were even born, beats them with in AN INCH of their sorry life, leaves them lying in a pool of their own gross blood, stamps a big, blingy 'B' on their forehead and browses the shattered, blood-soaked display case and five-finger discounts ( but really, if you just won a major battle or boss fight; clearly, you deserve kind of reward or compensation, right, guys? and by his logic...you're not rlly stealing what quite morally wrong, but rightfully...belongs to you )

...whatever the largest and most impressive ( or not, tbh, sometimes he's like 'ugh, really...a toe ring? that's your big come up?' ) piece of jewelry they're wearing is, sterlizes it, and flexes it it on his body and on the streets as a silent, but deadly warning to all other 'so-called' king pens and 'unstoppable' underground crime lords that

'oh, that guy YOU were scared of? i beat the piss outta him, he cried like a fucking baby, he bled like a stuck pig and is lying in the fucking sewer like a half-dead rat. and if you fuck with me; you'll be next ) and scare legit 60 y/o robert deniro level frightening men, who have been running the game since the crimson dawn of time…

-- Into SUBMISSION.

...at like...seventeen or eighteen years old.

LIKE HE IS A FUCKING LEGEND IN NEW JERSEY. they still whisper about him TO THIS DAY and have to look over their shoulders before they do...like he was that fucking Terrifying when he was out there.

and i need you to know that he is H-U-G-E. like the incredible hulk HUGE. he's not like, this scrawny, gangly, sniveling little ginger vanilla wafer cookie rolling up on you...he is like, this six foot two, gigantic size thirteen shoe wearing, slim-jim-ripping, gum and fist snacking,

NFL FOOTBALL FIELD PLAYER WIDE, like not just some measly, tiny-itsy bitsy football player -- oh, no; you wish -- he is STACKED AND JACKED, he is ten times wider than the widest receiver...he is the WHOLE DAMN FOOTBALL FIELD BITCH, fkn might-o-chrondia ( because he is the new jersey powerhouse of the concrete and hard titanium juvenille deliquient cell, which shakes when he walks, bro. )

tldr; KYLEY B IS FRECKLY, JEWISH, GINGER, NEW JERYSIAN 'THE THING' FROM THE FANTASTIC FOUR, COULD VERY EASILY BODY YOU, OR VIOLENTLY DISMEMBER AND KILL YOU AND MAKE THAT SHIT LOOK LIKE L-I-G-H-T WORK. AND I MEAN THAT.

but...he actually, believe it or not, does NOT...Kill People?

which, i honestly want to say, is stanley marsh's gentle 'post-mortem' pacifist influence still lingering around him like the sweetest ghost.

because, honestly, i think a lot of those people deserve to fucking die, not just for being extremely fucking cruel to jerseykyle for literally just existing, for how he looks of all things, his fucking APPERANCE!

( it's the teacher in me, but child and adolescent bullying, particularly in school settings, really makes me viciously angry and very, Very fucking sad because it causes soooo much psychological damage to the victim, who most likely did nothing to warrant such incessant and merciless taunting -- that was probably perpetrated because he was whip-smart, and therefore a fucking nerd, significantly larger than other boys, wore glasses, has a 'funny', loud, cartoonish voice...

( which is simply...a dialect and manner of speaking that he literally developed from growing up in new jersey and from his mother teaching him how to talk -- that shouldn't at all diminish the weigh his words carry or the meaning behind them; which, minus...a little...or a lot, of potty-mouthed sailor swearing -- which, again, only fucking happened because he was so viciously bullied, he had to adopt a harsh, slangy, malicious vernacular -- is often extremely profound, academic and reflects a very introspective perspective )

and because he's immunocompromised, had to report to the nurse's office frequently throughout the day to prick his finger and check his blood pressure for his diabetes and is often, very, very sick -- which i guess makes other kids view him as weak, but most damningly was that...he didn't fit into the mold ( or, uh, most traditional size ranges, sheila only bought him clothes from the 'big and tall' men's section of most department stores because he was so Large in stature,

like he could not squeeze into child-sized...anything; meanwhile ravenstan has itsy, bitsy baby feet and could probably slide his non-existent ass -- you are so sexy king, i love you, you needed a flaw -- into a pair of the largest sized black pair of skinny jeans they got on the racks of the junior girls section of target...like, he could and he would look damn Good too! like go AWHFF king!

HES SOOO BAD! i need to focus, but before i do~

btw; rs definitely sent jk a picture to laff. he was like damn, i am sorry it won't load; will you send five more from different angles? HELP )

but, anyways, my lifetime horny writer girl max security prison sentence aside ( and pending ), he just wasn't traditionally thin or tiny or conventionally attractive or healthy like most other boys or children and general were..so the other kids, probably ring-leaded by the most convention of the bunch, othered him, dedicated making every single day of his life miserable and made his life a living hell...

...just to have a little 'fun' at recess and laugh.

FUCK. THAT.

because, i don't know, bullying like that, creates what are usually painful lifelong feelings of self-inferiority, very difficult to remedialize through therapy and selfcare, social emotional issues with expressing yourself/emotions in healthy positive ways, militant self-isolation

and ALL of that happened to jerseykyle...and on top of just never hearing 'i love you' from his father, that hate he received from the outside world, forced him the keep everything inside and it's why he couldn't tell ravenstan he loved him, because basketball is just a game,

...but it never FUCKING ended and he could only alternate between being defensive or offensive, there was never a bell that sounded to tell him he could stop playing and that it was over, and return to 'normal', that was his normal, because, from all his overwhelming negative experiences with vulnerability, if he stopped treading water, every shark on planet earth would smell his blood in the water...

and spill it everywhere. :(

NINA, DID YOU HAVE A POINT? AND WERE YOU EVER GONNA GET THERE? i...think so? i think the point is that, these are bad people that kyley kg fucking b was putting the hurt on...and the point is that, because, like i said, he considers himself a 'debt collector' and appears villainous bc of his vicious disposition,

is really more like...

a misunderstood antihero than anything?

he's kind of like a red robin hoodie, if you will, because he goes after rapists, child molesters, guys who hurt women/animals/the weak, power-hungry bastards in suits who use that power for evil and take it out on those who are stricken with poverty, like, he is a violent criminal...but he takes out even More violent criminals.

hot boy shit!

and yeah, he does do it sort of vaingloriously sometimes, for street cred, to wear people's status symbols on his hand and placate that hurt place in himself by being scary and ferocious and making motherfuckers pay for what they did for him and how they treated him...and with all that blood in his eyes, he gets blind to the ethical portion of what he's doing...but, subconsciously...

he's doing it...

— For GOOD.

and killing people, the notion of it, not only made stanley marsh, punk rock pacifist prince, violently, violently sick, but it's also, one, too messy, a lot on his hands ( already quite heavy with his heisted and thieved jewels and video game loot ) but...i don't know? he really loves his mom, you know? batshit insane as that woman is, he loves her to death...and does spare bad-guys because of it. because everyone has a mom and not everyone's mom is kind and lovely like his, but they could...and he's sending their kid back home to them...

...in a [ BOX ].

it just...it didn't sit right with him ( he acts unbothered by the idea of murdering people...but, unless he had to, like if it was going to kill someone else and the only way to fix it would be to kill the thing about to kill them, he could do it, and again...he could do it easily. )

he also acts simultaneously above the 'laur' and studies it in school, but ultimately...what happens to this fuck-ups after he fucks them up...is not up to him. whether they live or die, that is. he gave them what was coming to them...and the rest is up to someone else.

and i won't get into it too much ( A LIE; but i have like 74937403 other blurbs about this in my drafts, i should not ferally release all that insanity in here ) but it's interesting...because rm!jersey, loses a lot of that subconscious 'good' in the process of being 'bad'.

because, after his drastic kyley b transformation into ivy league jersey, he, for the first time, is being noticed in a 'positive' way by people on the outside and he's getting 'positive' attention from them, and he feels...for once, powerful — even though, really, he's essentially rendered powerless and is chained to the approval of these people and destroys himself every moment of everyday...to be in a pretty, and small, and palatable package for them...

( yes, i want k*ll myself. )

but he BECOMES the very EVIL that he was hellbent on destroying and starts doing EXACTLY what those people did to him. and because he is so unhappy and morose and hurt and devastated, he finds outsiders, weak people, but mostly, just looks...happy? :((((

…unbothered, merely existing...and decides

to psychologically debase and torture every drop of happiness from that individual, to make his self esteem better and make him feel like, good, i am so much better than that miserable worm, squirming away, squinting at the light it once basked in...

now it can be as insufferable and small...

— As I Am. </3

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. BROTHERS, THIS SHIT MAKES ME SO SAD. I AM SOOOOO UPSET LOL.

NOOOOOO--

and they're both brutal, kyley b and jerseykyle ( who, really, do need that distinction because they are...VERY different ) jersey, one, is far worse than kyley b, i don't CARE if he could twist your intestined into rope and hang you with them...the things that jerseykyle can say, as the most beautiful man EVER, Using That Voice,

looking at you with the most disgust and contempt and unworthiness you've ever felt and completely debase you in a couple crisp, dififnued, academic words...and not touch you a single time, bc you're pathetic and beneath him...you can heal a broken bone in a couple weeks...but your mind? your heart? your self esteem?

your once…wealthy, healthy feelings of self worth?

when jerseykyle reduces you into ash with his eyes, when your body was a temple and he burns it down, like somehow, it will make his stronger where he feels weak and helpless or like it will some how vindicate stanley marsh...it is very, very, very difficult to make that rubble into a city again. like...that man will RUIN YOU LIFE.

( pleaaaAasee kiss me!!! pICK ME CHOOSE MESHSJ )

but jersey is scary in a very...bone-chilling, below-freezing, self-pleasing, self-destructive ( but in a more subtle, seemingly artistic, less 'unhand me, you big brute, ya no-good palooka' kind of way...

and, instead, it's this twisted, muted, shadowy…

...oh wow, you...really are the devil in a fresh pressed suit, college student siren who leads boys to their untimely demise, and drains them of their lifeforce in his bedroom they way he would a dry glass of wine or a cheap bodega cigarettes like in a tasteful, snake charmer kind of way...a dark academic, sleek, chic, fuck-and-succubus way )

like jerseykyle is a very pretentious, jane austenatcious, bond villian type of self-destructive...that revolves around mentally preying on the weak/innocent...because he hates himself and wants literally everyone to hate themselves more than him...so he can like himself.

and when he guts you its, in a mentally incapacitant, poisonous, cruel and insidious way, in a...classically trained, philosophical, fashionable, was...in the way a thorn on the most beautiful rose you've ever seen would gut you...or a delicate antique letter opener...might slash your palm open, gash you and bleed you dry...

whereas kyley b was a faaaar less tasteful or restrained ( in that sense but jersey is still unhinged ) destroyer of worlds...he was very hands on, ( jerseykyle will not touch you unless he has to, he'll only punch you if you will not shut the fuck up and touch you as little and impersonally as possible to sleep with you…which is ironic, i know )

kyley b is a very fast and loose, wild animal, loose canon, carnivorous 'i'll slice ya and dice ya and put ya on ice ya' and beat you until you are bloody and unrecognizable...but on the inside...

he's just this...Frightened Little Animal. :(

who hurts you because he is scared you will reach for him, and when you put food in your palm, bites it because he's scared it's a trick.

aaaaaaaaaaaaah....idk he is my special little man.

okay, shutting the fuck up now HERE IS YOUR SNIPPET:

( edit: LAMBORGHINI MERCY, ITS LONG; LO SIENTO! )

GOOD LUCK, BAMBI. </3 ;-;

( just a...branch in my eye. ) i also was worried about the nicknames being a little too...'fem...inine-ish?' which, i glawhSSED on earlier, but wrote this little extra dialogue as an example using all the little satana stan nicknames ( aw ) because i am gonna be honest, it's gender neutral and not personal, he'd tell you, straight up -- my man always keeps it one-hunna and 100% kosh, ketzele; --

something like:

'ya can throw daisy chains ova a pile of cowshit aaaaaalll you want, masug; but no matta how ya dress it up, when alls said and done; and all those pretty flowers keel ova' and die...all your fine exteria design... fuck: what's cityslicka for 'useless, fancy schmanchy holy crappola' uhhh...your...dainty lil'tle 'floral achootrama' or whateva';

gesundheit.

...means fuck awhll in new jersey, 'cause the freakin' se-wer systems! ( manure, really ) like all the people, are all totally wasted, loaded and gunked-up with broken needles, instant spray tan and crushed up cred cans; wow, golly gee whiz, dory. so...you mean to tell me...my whole life...is all a buncha crud, huh?

o-oh, no, shit i might cr--

HA! gotcha, sensodyne! cause one man's trash...is another man's treasure...and you better get comfy and rest your goddamn laurels on a street corner where a prostitute isn't going to give you freakin' hepatisis mauling ya for struting your stuff on her turf...

cause this, outta townie...

— is your new home sweet home. ;)

...wonderful little joint, ain't it? you should see when it's all lit up with gang violence...that'll really jumpstart your heart, sug. it's, uh, kinda like fireworks...if they were fucking HORRIBLE and KILLED YA.

so...and i'll talk real slow, because i'm not sure i speak malibu freakin' barbie: h-e-r-e....in...hoebroken, ( that's where we are...in case you forgot, bamb; don't look so scared, honey; the junkies will only give ya little nibble; not too many teeth there otherwise. or, uh, oxygen flowin' to the ole cranium, they're basically harmless! uh...not him. staaaaaaaaaay, the hell away away from him, sug. aY, YOUSE! SNAP CRACKLE POP! KEEP YOUR FKN DISTANCE OR I'LL CAP YA BI--

basically; v.i.p., between you...and me, there's crap...on crap...on --wait! could it be--oh no, just more CRAP lined from the rock bottom of nj all the way up to the ny-sea to shining sea skyline ( might be our fault, but the fuckin' big city biddies and hoity-freakin-toitys out there can hoof it a little; by that, i mean horse shit; fuck 'em. uh, no offense, bam. ) i shot that one outta the park a little,

ball-point is:

it's backed allllll the way...TA HELL. which, might even be kinda, uh, nice...well, compared to this fuckin' trash compacta. so take a good, long, whiff sweetheart; ‘cause here? everybody's shit stinks...

— even yours, princess.

which—OOH.

es-Specially, yours.

ever heard of a shower? you r-e-e-k."

hEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP THATS MY BOOOOOOOOOOOYFRIEND! look at him!!!! I MISS HIM EVERYDAY; KYLEY 'IF YOU AIN'T MAKIN' MONEY, TAKE! YA! BROKE! ASS! OUTTA! HOE(BOKEN)! BEFORE I BREAK IT SOMEMORE, BREAK IT SOMEMORE...(B)-I T C H!"

like and suuuuuuUUubSCRRIIIBE~

-uncle nina, the gay kyley lGBea(t)in'theshitouttayaBETCH agenda

[kokoronohiroi]

all the art ive seen today for valentines day for okuyasu has been SOOOO sad this boy doesnt get NOTHIN' !!!

[seaslugfanclub]

Hello! I just wanna say I really like your Disney Villain writings, they are funny and really cute! Can I request where the Disney villains are fighting over who is Y/N’s favorite villain? I thought it would be funny

Oooh great idea! This one was so much fun to write! (Can you tell that Honest John’s my favorite?)

No, I’m their favorite!!

————————————

No one knows how the conversation subject was brought up, but it more than ruined the villians weekly poker night. Curses filled the air and sidekicks where used as meat shields.

“I’m easily (Y/N)’s favorite person out of all of us, no- this entire park!! No one is better friends than Gaston!!” The Frenchman boasted, loose hair’s flying around his face. “They regularly compliment my physique, and they sneak me in special hair products!! There’s no room for argument!”

“Oh please frenchie, (Y/N) isn’t as daft as the other cast members. They have taste for more refined gentlemen. Like yours truly.” Captain Hook scoffed, ignoring the glares from the other villians. “Might I remind you how they gifted me the entire trilogy of ‘The History of Piracy’? Or how much they enjoy my culinary skills? They have supper with me every Tuesday.” Hook affirmed, more than confident he had bested the competition.

That was quickly interrupted by a swift *bonk* on Hooks head, Jafar looming over the ex- pirate with his staff in hand.

“While I agree with (Y/N)’s taste, it surely isn’t a cowardly captain.”

“Why you-” Hook started, only to be bonked on the head again.

“Why me? Well that’s easy, I’m a very persuasive individual. I’m able to… ‘charm’ those in upper management to give (Y/N) longer breaks, or keep any unsavory park guests from harassing our dear caretaker. (Y/N) obviously favors someone who makes their job easier.”

“Your joking right? Didn’t I see (Y/N) yell at you for 30 minutes straight because you were eyeing that princess Jasmine?” Hades chimes in, finally deciding to butt into the conversation after watching the other villians argue from the sidelines. Jafar stopped speaking, averting his eyes and mumbling.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought. But c’mon guys, you know it’s ya boy here who’s (Y/N)’s number one pal.” Hades points his thumbs towards himself.

“I was one of the first people here who (Y/N) met, we knew each from day uno. I can’t count the amount of times that they’ve kept my shit-ass sun god of a brother from bugging me. And they even made the most adorable altar for me, with pomegranates and the whole works!!”

“Oh, so gauche. If it wasn’t for my expertise (Y/N) wouldn’t be half as stylish as they are. Not to mention our ‘girls nights’. I’ve opened an entire new world of skincare for them!” Cruella hissed. (Actually remembering she had to pick up (Y/N) that special cream made from horseshoe crabs)

A threadbare glove raised amidst the crowd, Honest John appearing from seemingly nowhere

“Im sorry to disappoint you all, but it’s myself who’s won (Y/N) heart. They’ve fallen for my effortless charm lock, stock, and barrel! I mean, I’ve been their nap partner countless a times, they quite enjoy cozying up to my fur.” John preened, smiling back at the memories of warm afternoons snuggled up next to (Y/N).

“Fur!? Why you little- I’ll skin you-”

“Just wait till (Y/N)-”

The poker room devolved into full out brawl, nearby cast members rushing into the room in attempt to break up the crowd. All the while, in an empty back room (Y/N) was sharing a sandwich with their guest.

“Y’know what, Ratigan?” They said between bites. “Your my best friend.”

The rat stared up at them, finishing his bite,

“…. Ew.”

[moraxsthrone]

Can I make a request for a chubby/thick! Reader xgenshin men?Alot of artists don't have much of this factor when it comes to writing for genshin so could you please take it into consideration?Thank you!!

yo i’m not even taking requests rn but i wanted to answer this one bc this is so valid?? And YES, chubby/thick!readers are SORELY underrepresented in most fandoms, sadly. all of our bodies are beautiful and should be celebrated and adored! i hope i did an okay job and didn't write anything unintentionally insensitive (if i did, lmk kindly, please). ♡

*ੈ♡⋆ pairings — diluc, itto, kaeya, thoma, tighnari, zhongli (separate) x gn!chubby/thick!reader

*ੈ♡⋆ warnings — nsfw. mdni.

*ੈ♡⋆ diluc — idk why but I get the impression that diluc has a slight preference for a thick lover? like, he would def prefer someone with extra meat on their bones. he likes biting the fat of your inner thighs, leaving a trail of spit all the way to your juicy sex before sucking you into his hot mouth.

*ੈ♡⋆ itto — i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: this oni LOVES a thick lover! he NEEDS something to grab onto when he’s plowing into you from behind like a demon in heat. and he has to keep looking away from your ass bc watching it ripple with every impact of his hips nearly has him filling you up with his oni seed.

*ੈ♡⋆ kaeya — kaeya is (among other things) a body worshipper fight me. feeling the plush of your thighs squeezing his hips as he rocks them into your core will have him muttering sweet praises in your ear about how much harder his cock is getting bc your soft thighs are riding his.

*ੈ♡⋆ thoma — sweet, sweet thoma is so loving and respectful. he loves to hear you praise him for his cooking skills, but loves hearing you whine his name while he's filling you up with his cock even more. he thinks your tummy is so cute, especially as it rubs against his when he's got your knees bent over his arms and he's splitting you open around his pretty dick.

*ੈ♡⋆ tighnari — idk why but i get the feeling nari loves to fuck those luscious thighs of yours until your skin is slick with his pre and he's biting his lip to fight back his whiny moans. then, just before he cums, he pushes his cock inside you and fucks you with shallow, stuttering thrusts as his warm cum floods your hole. you haven't even gotten to cum yet but before you can huff in frustration, nari buries himself balls deep and fucks you properly. don't worry, your needy fox boy won't be done with you anytime soon.

*ੈ♡⋆ zhongli — this mangod is so fucking refined in his tastes that he sees the true beauty beyond the surface of everything, from inanimate stones to living creatures. he has seen and loved all body types bc it's the quality of a person's character that he finds most attractive. so when he's pumping his thick geo cock in and out of your walls, he's making love to every part of you. he's kissing every dimple, grabbing every fold, and leaving his marks along your plump thighs bc every inch of your exquisite body is just as much a part of you as your rich mind, heart, and soul.

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[canisalbus]

I hope this isn’t unwelcome but here are a few of my personal Vascete modern AU headcanons:

As a child, Vasco was usually voted as a team captain when playing sports with other kids. Not necessarily because of his sporting ability, but rather because of his leadership qualities and general agreeableness and ease with others.

Machete always uses perfect grammar when he texts, but can take a while to respond. Vasco often responds instantly but with less attention to grammar. Machete texts in unbroken paragraphs (when he has a lot to say) but Vasco’s texts come through in small, sporadic flurries.

Machete is very familiar with hospitals, particularly so in his childhood due to his various medical issues. As a result he actually finds their cleanliness, and the politeness of the doctors, comforting. These experiences also made him more patient than he might otherwise have been.

Vasco donates blood and is on an organ donor registry.

Machete always carries hand sanitiser around and is constantly offering it to Vasco, who always carries hand cream around, and is constantly offering it to Machete.

Both are well-versed in music and have refined musical tastes.

Vasco hums wholeheartedly whilst doing the dishes - a chore Machete likes to avoid where possible. Vasco knows this, so he pretends he doesn’t mind doing them.

Machete often has a headache and Vasco’s usual first response to this is to ask Machete if he’s had enough water today. He’s often right.

Vasco scarcely thinks of the other paths his life could have taken. Though he knows pain, he feels very fortunate for all the good he’s been dealt in life, and attributes his good luck mostly to happy accidents. Machete on the other hand has unexpected moments of stark awareness of all the possible forks in his road. It’s a sudden deja vu that creeps up on him when he’s alone, almost as if he can remember all of his and Vasco’s past/ potential lives together. The feeling vanishes just as soon as it arrives.

Hot dang anon I LOVE these. Unwelcome UNWELCOME? You come to my house and present me with thoughtful interpretations of my characters, I feel nourished.

I can definitely see Vasco being a popular choice for a team captain. He's physically active but not ultra sporty, and even though he can get excited and carried away, he's never been that competitive (he's got that 'I just hope both teams have fun' sort of vibe that people tend to like).

The texting bit is terribly cute. Vasco rapid firing message after message vs Machete intermittently slapping half an essay in the chat.

Machete is hypochondriac and his threshold for seeking threatment is low, especially if he's experiencing anything he's not already familiar with. To my understanding Italy has a good quality universal public healthcare, but he typically chooses to go with private sector anyway and has been investing in pricey health insurance for years (probably way more extensive than what is necessary or reasonable).

I also thought of Vasco as a habitual blood donor. He wouldn't like it per se (medical surroundings unnerve him), but I think he might just get a kick out of being a good boy and potentially helping people. (I know gay, bi and msm men used to be banned from donating (or at least severely restricted) but it looks like many countries have revised their criteria significantly in recent years and there's a good chance he'd be eligible these days.)

The hand sanitizer/hand cream combo is so good. It made me chuckle. (Are you a hand sanitizer person or a hand cream person?)

Their respective tastes in music and cinema have more overlap than you might initially think, and they keep aligning closer and closer over time.

Machete wouldn't like doing dishes. Having to touch wet food (weird texture + unhygienic) is bad times all around. But he genuinely enjoys a little bit of vacuuming, dusting, laundry and general tidying and organizing. He doesn't leave that much for Vasco to do, just the occasional visibly messy jobs that squick him out more than he cares to admit.

That's very considerate of him. That's a very considerate thing to do to anyone in general. Dehydration and low blood sugar can really sour your mood and you wouldn't even notice they were the reason you're feeling so bad all of a sudden. (When I'm having a difficult day I try to remember to ask myself whether things are truly collapsing or am I potentially just a little too thirsty and hungry and unaware of it. Usually it's the latter).

Ah yes, Machete and the horrors. Vasco might be aware of the horrors as well, but perhaps he possesses the specific kind of galaxy brain that is near immune to this particular flavor of existential dread.

[taintedges]

*tiny little polished shoes running across igneous rock* inkblade headcanons perchance?

You can’t just say perchance!

However, I am absolutely honored to be asked. All takes place after junior year.

This one, I thought of after the little epilogue they had. With them hinting that Adaine and Aelwyn will hunt their mother down maybe during summer break, they will probably need a little party of their own to do that.

So the rest of the bad kids are busy. Kristen and her four-god pantheon, Riz trying and failing to de-stress, Fig’s podcast with Sandra Lynn ep. 69, Fabian buffing up to welcome his new sibling, Gorgug probably busy in his new bench with Mary Ann. And going back to the forest of Sylvaire is certainly going to be difficult for just two wizards.

Jawbone trying to both be a helpful parent and school counselor, suggests they bring trg or now high five heroes(?), let's face it they need some practical applications outside school.

Adaine absolutely hates this idea and does not think another wizard would be useful (she strongly emphasizes that Oisin should be excluded)

Aelwyn provides her own sassy remarks but surprisingly becomes the mediator when an argument happens, which is often.. usually when Oisin tries to refine parts of the plan and puts forward his many “better” ideas which, of course, he has.

And even when Adaine admits to herself that his plan makes more sense she doesn’t ever give up an argument. At first, Oisin doesn’t reciprocate but his cattiness comes out and the whole thing just escalates.

During travel when the silence is too awkward, Oisin will start talking about a book he really likes, and Adaine just roasts his taste even though she probably thinks the opposite.

They may have saved each other from dying multiple times in combat and will awkwardly say thank you after.

There are times when the forest gets too dark and Adaine remembers the last time she was there and how scary it was to face her fears alone. She often wonders if it was the same when Oisin died before getting forced with a rage star in him.

Sometimes they stay up talking at night when she can’t trance and finds him the only one still awake.

When they start to become familiar with each other’s magic, they become totally in sync during a battle (the rest of the group pretends not to notice how good they work together).

Sometimes Oisin wonders how Adaine would know something about his magic that he didn’t talk about (in my head, when tbk snooped around Ruben’s house and Adaine was in his wizard’s tower, I think she studied everything she found and probably took some of his stuff too, perhaps his quill and Oisin certainly notice it missing and wonders how it got into Adaine’s backpack. He doesn’t take the quill back after seeing that Adaine likes using it.)

Adaine also would threaten Oisin to teach her how he created the spells inside ping pong balls all while making remarks about what he did.

Oisin carries Boggy around when the familiar doesn’t immediately follow Adaine. Adaine just assumes Boggy always follows her and Oisin secretly likes stealing Boggy, who is just happy to be here because he now has two parents.

I think Oisin’s crush on Adaine dissipates and only comes back 10x harder at the end of their quest when he sees how capable she is.

Here’s a fun one. Coming back after their adventure, a party at Seacaster Manor in anticipation for senior year.

Adaine gets drunk on bad baby milk and insists on playing beer pong with Oisin.

Ivy is teasing because Oisin actually cannot make a shot (for real, not on purpose).

The drunker Adaine gets the more careless she becomes and hurls the ping pong ball at Oisin and boy do they hurt.

Bickering starts and tbk and trg are no help until Ragh intervenes and puts them on time-out upstairs. Bad idea.

Probably for the first time, Adaine admits that she thought he was cute and bluntly asks him if it was all a ruse to undermine her party and WHY HE MESSAGED HER SORRY AT THE CAFETERIA he could have just not said anything and left her alone.

Oisin does admit that he did like her then and he still likes her now, but the rest of senior year is just Oisin groveling.

Adaine has many times placed ping pong balls with spells written in them in his locker so that when he opens it, his things just fly out and he has to clean it up (I rewatched the scene and Adaine’s really disappointed expression tells me she will not let this go). trg finds this absolutely hilarious and are the ones who kept telling her his locker combinations.

Oisin continues therapy sessions with Jawbone and they find each other there after school.

One time Adaine accidentally left Boggy in Jawbone’s office so Oisin comes to her after to return him.

And every single time after that, Adaine just leaves Boggy on purpose. Jawbone notices (because Boggy just stares at him with his big round eyes. Boggy knows what to do even when Adaine doesn't tell him) but doesn’t say a thing.

One time, tbk are outside on one of the benches when Oisin comes to return Boggy, Kristen’s like, "What’s going on are you co-parenting?"

There’s no formal conversation, just a mutual understanding that Adaine isn’t angry anymore and trusts Oisin to always bring Boggy back.

Do they talk during these interactions? Not at first. But after it became a routine, now they hang out in the library, in Mordred Manor, and of course at Basrar’s.

Some days, Adaine doesn’t leave Boggy at all and Oisin just knows to find her at the end of the day.

This might have been too long.

I cannot write romance for the life of me but I try. Perchance these would suffice because this is a crisis and we are in drought!

INKBLADE NATION WE MAY HAVE LOST THE BATTLE BUT WE STAY WINNING THE WAR!

[geemyfirstluvstory]

hey boy, listen…

“my first love story…my angel…and my girls…my sunshine. hey, hey, lets go!”

fem reader. matching halloween costumes with bllk characters. bllk x reader. fluff. characters (separate): michael kaiser, oliver aiku, bachira meguru, hiori yo, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, itoshi sae+rin, isagi yoichi, shidou ryuusei, nagi seishiro, mikage reo

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michael kaiser - joker x harley quinn

• this man is certified bonkers so of course he’s the joker and as his loyal worshipper you’re harley quinn

• perhaps a prophecy of the status of your relationship perhaps you just look stylish (ITS THE SECOND ONE PLEASE PICK THE SECOND ONE)

• such a softie for you but would never admit it, you chose the costume and he made sure to get the finest ones money could buy though the pictures you took…he’d rather not see himself dressed as a clown criminal mastermind.

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oliver aiku - nick & judy (zootopia)

• this was his idea, y’know damn well this man is a party animal so you just have to trust he’s not cheating

• so he decides to make you feel better, he’ll bring you along and do matching costumes. • i just know this man likes putting on animal ears and kids movies thats why y’all are nick and judy

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bachira meguru - thing 1 & 2

• remember how he got called a weirdo as a kid? he’s definitely a weirdo. eats toothpaste, drinks milk from the carton, milk before cereal. a total goof ball

• he loves children’s books and even as at his big age of 17 he still makes you read them to him and pretends he’s a kid going to bed (IN A WHOLESOME WAY)

• so when the halloween party came up he wanted to go as his favourite book characters, thing 1 & 2. and of course you agreed

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hiori yo - kuromi and my melody

• of course he’s my melody and you’re kuromi. this was his idea so he gets first dibs

• being the gamer he is he enjoys playing with you, you two are always the cringe couple in the lobby with matching usernames and avatars and he does all the carrying but he also enjoys playing those silly little retro girls games like ‘hamham heartbreak’ and the old cardcaptor sakura games.

• in conclusion he’s a total nerd thats a total sucker for the female gaze

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chigiri hyoma - team rocket

• this man is a total princess and every year you guys dress as a cartoon couple only to do the same costume the next year but switch the roles so one year he might be james and the next jesse

• this year he’s james, he even did a temporary dye on his hair for accuracy but of course no cutting.

• he loves doing hair with you and for this year’s costume you were the one washing and dyeing his hair

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kunigami rensuke - raven and beast boy

• you like cartoons, he likes superheroes, you both need a cute matching costume, easy compromise. you both came up with this together while brainstorming

• this man is a lovesick loser so beast boy was very easy to pull off and the most perfect costume for the two of you. the only real inaccuracy is that he’s pretty big

• homemade costumes for the win, of course you’ll buy bits and pieces but overall a homely look because rensuke will do anything to bond with you

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itoshi sae - light and misa

• sae canonically likes chibi maruko san, who’s to say he isn’t a big weeb? in fact this was his idea. he’s really convincing when it comes to halloween

• he’s a lot like light, cold, calculating, smart so it suited him and besides since light dresses similarly it only fit and since you’re so hopelessly in love with him, it was destiny

• sae isn’t the type to work with his hands but he also didn’t like the quality of pre made costumes. living in europe gave him refined taste so you two went on a designer shopping spree for individual pieces to make your costumes.

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itoshi rin - coraline’s parents

• you’re probably a total wuss, even if you’re not, rin still can consume more horror, gore, and other gross things than anyone. accumulating in him wanting to do a matching costume with you only if it was some horror character.

• you agreed and settled on coraline since it’d be fun and easy, to match you dressed as coraline’s parents, specifically the other parents with the button eyes

• your favourite part was doing his hair and makeup, rin is like a cat taking a bath you really had to pin him to his office chair or on the bed to do his makeup properly, and yeah theres plenty of kisses

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isagi yoichi - alice and the cheshire cat

• he’s so bland, (im kidding pls dont come for me) but he loves you so, so he’ll sacrifice the main character spot for you just this once. you’re alice and he’s the cat, of course this was completely your idea

• yoichi doesn’t care too much for this kind of thing, he originally intended to spend halloween cuddling and watching movies with you, perhaps invite some friends over or have some fun without them if you know what i mean….

• but he enjoyed being your cute kitty for a night, you dragged him out and about to take pictures and being blue lock’s hero there was no short of attention

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shidou ryusei - cleo denile and deuce

• ryusei is very eccentric, kind of weird, in a hot way not in a cute way like meguru. and as you made him watch boo york with you he took one look at cleo and was like “yeah” so in away it was your idea but not really

• you’re his princess and he’s the douche looking boyfriend, i’m not sure about you but it most definitely suits him.

• as you guys went out and about this halloween you know he’s already thinking about next year, perhaps raven queen and derick charming. maybe barbie and ken?

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nagi seishiro - veggie tales

• let me tell you i’ve actually done this costume irl, seishiro is a lazy fellow he doesn’t like putting in much effort but he’s a cutie patootie and he does adore his pookie

• matching costumes was your idea, to dress as the cucumbers from veggie tales however was his idea as all he had to do was buy the costumes and look cute

• fan reactions and his friends; they found it so stupid it was hilarious, compared to all the other celebrity couples costumes you two chose….children’s cartoons.

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mikage reo - the adam’s parents

• he’s rich so it’s gotta be classy, you two were going to some gala held by his family company, the mikage corporation, cute and classy lets go

• reo really isn’t one for movies so this was your idea, he’s a total simp for you, absolutely floored all the time with no exception. kissing you up and grovelling at your feet like his morticia adams

• in the end your costume really did suit the occasion made for the best pictures. you guys are now pinterest king and queen every halloween

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School’s been kicking my ass so i had to do this quickly, anyway what are you guys dressing up as this year?

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

How would our favor Yan demon brothers be when seeing their lil sheep mc wearing something cute and modest for once when they have their human body back ( minus the sheep parts like her horns and fluffy tail )

Finally Barbatos has given you a more refined version of the potion and now you look like a normal human. Now you can finally get rid of all the immodest outfits they had you wearing because of your fluffy sheepy bits and horns. Finally able to wear the clothes you want to wear you proudly pose. 

“So boys? What d’ya think?”

“I’m happy for you, I’m sure you’ll delight in being taken more seriously.”

Lucifer will miss it 

just a lil’ bit

But nonetheless you are still the human he fell in love with from the beginning

And he’s not at all disappointed when he gets previews of the new (Y/n) calendar

Especially when you are willing to wear a copy of his normal outfit

“Now that you are back to normal would you like to try on this?

“Won’t get as much as those sheepy pics but this works too!” 

Mammon’s still excited 

You’re just so pretty 

He’s definitely getting outfits so expensive he’ll have to work to pay off for a lifetime

But it's worth it to see you walk by wearing what he’s got you

“Y-yeah I bought that for them! Of course, the Great Mammon has such good tastes! Y-you l-look half-descent a-at least.”

“Perfect! Now you really can be Ruri-chan! Properly this time!”

Leviathans elated

He’s been waiting for this day for far too long

He’s ready to recheck all your measurements as he preps the different cosplay he wants you to try

It is hard to style around your horns and wool without making it a part of the outfit

“Now I can properly get the (Y/n) experience!” 

“Good to know. Now I’ll be looking into making you part-cat next.���

Satan’s joking he’s not

He would often imagine what’d you’d be like without the sheepy bits

Of course, it just felt like an over-the-top censor bar 

But who is he to complain

Now you are unobstructed

“Here in the meantime, you can wear this headband and cattail. You’d look just fine.”

“Yay! Now wear this! What! This is going to make your little human butt look the  cutest!”

Asmodeus is not phased at all by the change

In fact, he was ready for it 

Already lining up the outfits in his closet that you could wear

And you are wearing it

Modest or not

After all you are a weak little human compared to the avatar of lust

“I’m ready to see all of you baby! Don’t run!”

“You don’t look like cotton candy now.”

For Beelzebub, Nothing’s changed much 

You’re still weak to him 

Still eating impossibly less than he

All he knows is that you no longer look like the carnival treat

You still look just as cute with food spilled on you

“I’ll help you clean up. It’d be a waste to not lick you this food up.”

*Yawn* “Doesn’t matter to me your just as soft.”

Belphegor feels really pleased

He always liked your more human parts

Especially your skin

He sleeps on wool and cotton all the time 

So he’s happy all of you are just you

Though he’d really prefer it if you didn’t want to wear clothes anyway

“You don’t need this, do you? Or your shorts, right? I just want us both to be comfortable before we nap.”

[nobedofroses]

A Different Kind of Sleepover

Summary: Joel Miller x fem!reader (no use of y/n). You'd never dreamed chaperoning a school dance could've led to this. 18+

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: daddy kink, kind of brat tamer!joel, unprotected p-in-v sex, edging, pillow humping, forced alcohol consumption (but consensually still, you'll see), degradation (whore, slut), and... I think that's it!

A/N: hello, first post in a while, which is what happens with a full time job, I suppose. But I am gearing up to do some posting during December, possibly a writing challenge, so heads up on that! Hope you like this, and I'd love to hear what you think!! xx

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Joel and you had become friends just over a year ago. You had met while you were chaperoning the underclassmen spring fling. Joel was there because of his daughter and you were there because you worked in the library at the school. Not enough parents signed up so you were offered extra pay for doing more hours.

You were standing by the punch bowl to make sure no one spiked it. Mostly it meant you had easy access to the chips, but it was official enough to look like you were doing your part. 

About 20 minutes in, you saw a flash of metal out of the corner of your eye and turned in time to see someone pocketing a flash. You took a deep breath, ready to berate some 15 year old for sneaking in alcohol when you actually looked at who had been holding the flask. 

It was not a 15 year old, in fact you’d guess that the man was about two decades older. Your eyes raked up and down his body, taking in his broad shoulders, well-fitting t-shirt with a flannel over top of it that did not hide his well-defined biceps, straight leg jeans that hugged his legs just a little too well for your ability to think, and then back to the large hand that had tucked the flask into his waistband, giving you a quick glimpse of his slightly soft tummy. 

You were in the middle of a thick swallow when his voice drew your eyes to his face. 

“Um, can you pretend you didn’t just see that?” he said sheepishly with just about the most charming smile you had ever seen. Accompanied by a strong aquiline nose, warm brown eyes, and scruff and a mustache, it was enough to make your knees a little weak. 

It took a lot for you not to bat your lashes, and say, “Whatever you want, daddy.” 

Instead, you actually said, “Sure, long as you don’t give any to the minors,” with a little laugh that you hoped sounded casual. 

“Oh hell no, they don’t have the discernin’ palates it takes to appreciate this stuff,” he told you, patting where the flask was. “Jack Daniels is only for the most refined tastes.” 

You laughed again, relaxed by his joking. Deciding to be brave, you stuck your hand out to him and introduced yourself. His hand was strong and warm when he shook yours and told you his name was Joel. 

Coming to stand next to you facing the dancefloor, Joel started making conversation, inadvertently making your thought process slow due to his closeness and the way you could smell his spicy cologne. 

“So, you must find it easy to connect with your students. I remember always gettin’ along better with the younger teachers because they weren’t as condescending when I was in school,” Joel started. 

“Oh, I’m not a teacher, I work in the library. They were short on parents so that’s why I’m here,” you explained. 

“You work in the library? You’re a librarian? Aren’t chaperones supposed to keep things from gettin’ too sexual? How does that work when half the boys here and I’ll bet some of the girls view you as a sexy librarian?” Joel said incredulously, looking up and down at your admittedly very cute outfit. But, being at work, it wasn’t revealing at all.

Chuckling, you said, “Because this is real life, not porn. No one’s exchanging any sexual favors to get out of late fines.” 

“Oh, so you admit you watch porn?” Joel said with a straight face. 

And as you covered your mouth with one hand to keep from laughing out loud and hit his shoulder with the other as he gave you a shit-eating grin, you knew that this Joel guy was someone that would make you laugh like this every day if you’d let him. 

Since then, the two of you had stayed in touch, usually getting dinner and drinks at the dive bar he frequented with his brother. There was always an undercurrent of sexual tension and lots of flirting, but he had a 14 year old daughter at home and you worked early. But it all came to a head the first week after summer break started when, at the bar again, Joel told you about the multiple day sleepover that Sarah had planned with her best friend two towns over and you had bragged about getting able to sleep in on a weekday for the first time in months. 

You had excused yourself to go to the bathroom and splash some water on your neck because you were getting in over your head with all the flirting and the way he was checking you out and how you kept touching his arms and hands. He was waiting for you in the hallway and the two of you made out until the next person came stumbling down the hallway and then again in his car in the parking lot and then as soon as he parked until you were on his bed on your back and he was grabbing a condom out of his nightstand. It had actually taken a second for him to find them because he apparently hadn’t had the need for one in a while and that made you smile and you almost offered that you go without, but since it was your first time together, you figured that was for the best. 

Sex had been amazing, but neither of you were looking for a relationship right then. Again, he had a daughter in high school and you had started your job just the previous year and wanted to focus on that. Plus, you weren’t ready to be a teenager’s stepmom anytime soon. After a frank conversation along those lines, you decided to stay friends who had occasional mind blowing sex, a situation that was very agreeable to you both. 

Over that summer, basically any time that Sarah was at a friend’s house overnight you were at his place, so long as you didn’t have other plans. Once the school year started again, the frequency went way down and you switched back to mainly seeing each other at the bar every other week, but when Sarah had any school trip or the occasional weekend sleepover, you were over. 

Summer was coming up again and you were excited to start things up again more consistently. Over the past six months or so, the two of you had been experimenting with different dynamics, but hadn’t had the time to really delve deep and take your time with things. Because you were only having sex maybe once every month or two, things were pretty frantic when you did, trying to make each other have as many orgasms as possible in the time you had. 

Last time, when you had accidentally called him daddy, both of you had cum very, very quickly, but Sarah had called right after you finished to say she was coming home that night instead of the next morning because she didn’t feel well. 

You had rushed out and there hadn’t been a good time to talk about it because Sarah hadn’t had any more sleepovers and you didn’t want to talk about it in the bar where anyone could hear you. 

So, you were left hoping that Joel wasn’t weirded out, had actually liked it as much as you did, and would let you do it again. 

Your chance came just three days into summer break when Joel called you because Sarah was leaving the next morning for a week-long trip to her friend’s house on South Padre Island. They wanted to soak up the sun before the humidity and heat of July and August. 

Plans were quickly made for you to come over that afternoon and stay the night, but you packed for more like three nights, just in case. 

Joel had the tv going when you arrived and he had snacks out in case you were hungry before dinner, but what you were hungry for couldn’t be satisfied by food. 

“C’mon Joel, can’t we just skip all the lead-up? It’s been too long, I want you,” you told him, stepping close and running your hands up his chest to wrap around his neck. 

You could tell he liked the touch but he tried to hold firm, not touching you back. “I just spent 15 minutes takin’ all this out and I’m hungry. It’ll take just as long to put it away.” 

Humming, you leaned forward to kiss at his neck and say, “Well, you could always eat while I go and slip into something more comfortable.” 

Joel’s hands rested naturally on your waist as he scoffed a laugh, “And leave me to pack it all away too? Real nice, honey.” 

At this you did pull back, “I didn’t ask you to put all this out and you could’ve ate before I came. If you don’t want to put it away alone, leave it until we’re done, it won’t go bad.” 

The tension between you was way more about not having sex in so long than it was about snacks, but you were okay with it adding a little heat to your doings so long as it didn’t delay anything too much. 

And Joel’s eyes were getting dark like they did when he was going to fuck you good, and you were getting warm because of it. But instead of kissing you like you thought he would, he grabbed your ass roughly and told you, “I’m not sure I like your attitude, sweetheart. Aren’t girls like you supposed to be good for their daddy?” 

Your legs just about dropped out from under you as your head spun at the sudden shift. You tried to say something, but all that came out was a moan as your pussy throbbed. 

But then Joel smirked and you regained just enough brain power to not want to give in so easily. If he thought you were being bad, you would show him just how bad you could be. So you leaned in for what he was sure to think was another kiss on the neck, but you bit where his neck met his shoulder instead. It wasn’t too hard, but enough to sting, and definitely enough to surprise him when he had been expecting your soft lips instead. 

While he was still exclaiming in shock, you pulled away from him and said, “I don’t think you’ve given me a reason why I should have a better attitude, daddy.” 

Your skin burned with arousal and defiance as Joel stared daggers at you. But not harmful daggers, more like daggers to cut all of your clothes off so he could have you naked. 

Walking away from him, you put an extra little swing in your hips and headed towards where he kept his whiskey, knowing he liked the sight of you drinking out of the cups that were normally just his. The more riled up he got, the hotter you were hoping the sex would be. 

He stood in the same place, just watching you and rubbing where you had bit him with his big hand. There was a mirror on the wall next to the cabinet that you could see him in, and fuck, he looked good. 

Opening the cabinet door, you grabbed a crystal rocks glass, his fancy ones that he didn’t use for every day, and poured yourself a couple fingers of whiskey. You didn’t actually like it all that much, but this was for show. 

Turning and lifting the drink to him in a cheers, you said, “This is what you should’ve done when I first got here, daddy. Polite hosts offer their guests drinks.” 

This comment totally ignored that he had offered you beer when you first got there, but being a brat wasn’t based in logic, just provocation. You took a sip, humming at the burn that made its way down your throat, and hoping that Joel would step in before you had to drink the whole glass. 

This intervention came even quicker than you had hoped. Joel crossed over to you in three long strides and yanked the glass out of your hand. It spilled some on the floor, but Joel didn’t seem to care, getting up in your space and staring you down. 

“Good guests don’t help themselves to expensive whisky and crystal glasses without askin’. And good girls shouldn’t talk back. If you’re gonna be a brat then I’m gonna treat you like one, honey. Let’s just hope it cures that smart mouth of yours,” Joel said in a gruff voice. He held up the whiskey glass to look at it, and you thought he was going to drink it, but then he said, “In fact, let’s see if this whiskey will help wash it out first.” 

Before you could ask what he meant, he held the glass to your mouth and started tipping it, leaving you to open your mouth and start drinking or get your whole front covered in whiskey as it spilled out. You went with the first option, gulping the strong alcohol down until it was gone and then sputtering and gasping when he pulled the glass away. 

Since you couldn’t talk right away, Joel smiled condescendingly and said, “There, already behavin’ better.” 

Your legs had turned to jelly and you could feel a mess between them as your cunt throbbed at just how dominant and mean he was being. It was making you dizzy with desire and you wanted his next act of domination to be bending you over the kitchen counter and taking you. 

But you were not so lucky. 

“You know what, sweetheart? Your idea did sound good. I think I will have that snack while you put on your pretty lingerie. But it might take me longer than that, so here’s what I want you to do.” Joel leaned in close, his mouth at your ear and his presence large and intimidating, “You’re gonna get on my bed, pick a pillow, and hump it like the dirty little whore you are. I want you wet and desperate for daddy. But if your hand so much as touches your cunt from outside your panties, you’ll have hell to pay. Got it?” 

There was no way to stop the little whine you let out, swaying into him because you truly could not stand up straight anymore. 

You managed to say, “Y-yes, daddy,” hoping for some sort of reward for at least answering his question. But Joel just grabbed your shoulders, turned you around so you were facing away from him and towards the stairs, and then put your bag in your arms. You stood there for a second without moving so Joel swatted your ass to get you going. 

“Go on, then. I’ll be up when I’m good and ready.” 

It took you longer than normal to go up the stairs because you were so weak in the knees, but you made it into his bedroom and went through your bag to find the lingerie. Your hands were shaking as you took it out, and you had to take it slow to get everything on correctly, but your anticipation just grew stronger as you hoped that Joel would like it. You had picked it out specifically for him. 

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Fifteen minutes later and your legs were burning from exertion. Not only had you not had sex for a while, but Joel liked to be on top, so grinding on top of the pillow was a lot more work than you were used to. You didn’t dare let up for even a second though, because Joel could walk in at any moment. 

While this was not your preferred method of getting off (mostly because you didn’t know how to angle the pressure and friction for it to be enough to get you off), you were ridiculously turned on. You wouldn’t be surprised if the pillow was getting damp. Just the idea of performing this ridiculously dirty task because Joel had told you to, because Joel wanted you ready for him was enough to get you feeling hot. Actually doing it and the physical sensations that followed were enough to get you desperate for him. Which had to be exactly what he wanted. 

Finally, just when you were really questioning how mad he would be if you stopped, Joel walked in the room. He looked the same as he did downstairs, which was devastatingly handsome and also very stern. 

“So I guess you can follow orders,” Joel commented, leaning against the doorframe. 

It was entirely too far away from you for your liking, not within reaching distance at all. Ignoring his question because you were too distracted by your need to listen well, you whined and entreated, “Joel, please.” 

Joel said a brow and looked at you harshly, “Don’t call me that. Either call me daddy or keep that whiny mouth shut.” 

Even though it proved him right, you whined, and stuttered out, “Y-yes, daddy. I-I’m sorry.” 

“That’s better.” As a reward, Joel took a few steps closer, standing at the edge of the bed but still so far away from you. It took a lot of willpower not to crawl across it to him, but you didn’t think you’d be able to keep humping the pillow at the same time, and he hadn’t told you to stop. 

Joel’s gaze raked over you and warmth spread over your cheeks and chest. His hand moved to his crotch to adjust his growing hardness and you were both flustered and gratified that he was getting hard by watching you. 

“Have you touched yourself?” His voice was quiet, but he didn’t need to be loud to hold your rapt attention. 

“No daddy.” 

“Good girl, now—” Joel was interrupted by your moan at the praise and he smirked. “Now honey, you’re gonna have to be quiet while daddy’s talking so you don’t miss any instructions. Can you handle that?” 

“I think so, daddy,” you said earnestly, looking at him with wide eyes. 

“Well, I appreciate the honesty, sweetheart, but you’d better or you’re gonna have another punishment to endure,” Joel said, casually reaching for his belt and undoing the buckle. You could’ve moaned, but you didn’t want to risk it in case he was about to talk. “Alright, honey, you can stop. And c’mere close to me at the edge of the bed.” 

You crawled over to where he was because you had a feeling he’d like that, and when he groaned watching you, you knew you were right. When you reached him, he helped you to kneel at full height so you were close to him. Intimidatingly close. 

His cologne was spicy and enticing and his handsome face made you all flustered and you were getting dizzy looking between his eyes and his lips, wanting to kiss him desperately. You didn’t realize, but you were leaning closer and closer and your breaths almost sounded like whines and you were pursing your lips a little bit, all nice and desperate how Joel wanted you. 

When he didn’t say anything and you couldn’t wait any longer, you said, “Daddy?” 

Joel felt his cock twitch at the word and how good you were being compared to how bratty you were earlier. He wondered if you’d be this good while he was fucking you. 

Instead of responding, Joel kissed you and you immediately melted into him, putting your hands on his chest for balance. Joel grabbed your waist and held you tight, his hard cock pressing against your stomach. After a bit, you’re hazy with lust and how good his kisses are and wanted more, so much more. You slid your hand down between you to palm his cock, moaning into the kiss so he would know how much you wanted it. 

He pulled back and smiled, “Yeah, honey? You want daddy’s cock? Why don’t you spread your legs nice and wide for daddy so I can check if this cunt is ready?” 

You swallowed thickly and nodded, parting your legs as Joel’s hand came between them, passing over the front of your panties and feeling how wet they were even from the outside. Joel cursed under his breath and pushed them to the side, sliding his fingers up your slit to your entrance. 

He lined up two fingers and started pushing them in, not fast enough to hurt but faster than you thought he would and you gasped at the stretch, “Daddy, oh—” 

Joel kissed you to distract you, and also because you were so fucking cute. After they were in all the way, he started fucking them into you firmly to make sure there’d be no resistance when it came to his cock. He was planning on fucking you hard. 

You could barely stay upright with what his fingers were doing to you, grabbing onto his strong shoulders tightly to try and keep steady. They just felt so good and you knew his cock would feel better and wanted to plead with him for it but you didn’t know if that would be wrong. If you would be punished. 

The idea of punishment was both very hot and scary. If it was something tolerable like spanking or overstimulation, you’d risk it, but who knows what Joel would do? Based on what he had you do before, you worried he might just edge you and then fuck you and then not let you cum all night. Which would truly be a travesty. If you were going to ask, you needed to be real, real good and careful about it. 

You moved your hand back down to his cock to remind him of how hard he was, and show him how good you were being to want to pleasure him too. 

Joel moaned and pressed his hips into your hand. You took the encouragement and squeezed more firmly, using your thumb to find his head and rub little circles on it.

“Shit, sweetheart,” he muttered, pulling back from the kiss to breathe deep. 

You took the opportunity to kiss his jaw and neck and then say sweetly in his ear, “Daddy, can I please have your cock now? I wanna feel you fill me.” 

Joel shuddered as your cunt clenched around his fingers, apparently just at the thought of having his cock. Which meant, of course, that he couldn’t make you wait any longer. Or himself. 

“Alright, honey,” he told you, pulling his fingers out of you quick enough you squeaked at the empty feeling. “Sorry, sweetheart, I know how slutty your cunt is. But why don’t you take off those cute panties and get back by the pillows for me. The one you used.” 

You whimpered quietly and moved away from him, doing as he said and feeling dirty when you had to lay on the pillow you had grinded on. You parted your legs and waited for him, hoping you looked patient because you sure didn’t feel it. 

Joel undid his belt buckle, switching between looking at you and your cunt. You squirmed but kept your legs open even though it was so hard. To distract yourself from feeling so flustered, you watched his hands instead. His hands that were so big and strong and touched you so well. His hands that were tugging down his pants and you could see how hard his cock was in his boxer-briefs. His hands that were pushing those down too. His hands that were wrapping around his hard cock, stroking it. His hands that you were incredibly jealous of. 

Even from across the bed, Joel could see your pussy clenching around nothing as you watched his hands on his cock. It was a terrible torture not to just fuck you immediately, but it was worth it that you were in worse agony of desire. He wanted you begging. He wanted you to admit that you were reliant on him, on pleasing him to get what you wanted most. He wanted you to be perfect and obedient for him, and he knew he would get it. 

“Tell me what you’re gonna do if I fuck you,” Joel commanded and he was rewarded for his threat of not following through with your shining, pleading eyes and a whine. 

“A-anything. Anything you want, d-daddy,” you said earnestly, chest heaving with how worried and turned on you were. 

“That’s right, good girl,” he said as he walked around the bed, pulling off his shirt and you just had to sit there and watch and not touch him even though you wanted nothing more. But thankfully, he started getting on top of you right away and you fisted your hands in the comforter so you didn’t touch, but you were getting light headed from holding back so much. He got settled, your only contact his thighs just barely against your ass and as he knelt above you. Even just that little touch made goosebumps spread out along your skin and you sighed in pleasure as if he was touching your clit. 

And then he shifted forward just a bit and his cock rested on your slit. A loud whine escaped your mouth and you winced but Joel just smirked. 

“It’s alright, honey. Now that I’m gonna take your pussy with my cock, I want to hear all your dirty sounds. It’ll get me off faster,” he told you and heaven help you, you whined again. 

Then he gently grabbed your hand and guided it to his cock, “Put it in, sweetheart, show me how much you want it.” 

You couldn’t help but stroke his length at least once, bumping your clit in the process and moaning in surprise. To keep from getting in trouble, you pushed his cock to slide down your folds until it notched at your entrance and then guided it inside as much as you could. Then it was up to Joel, but he wasn’t moving and his cock was only a couple inches inside of you. 

At first, you thought he was making sure you’d be obedient, but then you remembered that he wanted to see how much you wanted it. You got flustered as you realized that it probably meant he wanted to hear just how much you wanted it. 

“P-please, J— daddy, please fuck me. I need your cock s-so bad,” you ended your plea with a breathy whine and then each breath after made a little sound too as you waited impatiently for him to fuck you. You really felt that if he didn’t soon, you might throw a fit. Or start crying. 

But thankfully, thankfully, Joel smiled and said, “Well, if you need it.” He started pushing in the rest of the way and the way you sighed in relief, like his cock was what you had waited your whole life for, was sinful.

“Oh daddy–” what you were going to tell him you didn’t even know as you tightened around the perfect full feeling of his hot, hard cock. You didn’t even know what would be better, him staying inside of you like that forever or him starting to fuck you. Both sounded heavenly, but your mind was so muddled from desire that you couldn’t think straight long enough to think properly. 

Luckily, Joel did the deciding for you. He stayed fully seated inside of you for just long enough for you to relax around him just enough that he slipped just a little deeper and then started to fuck you. 

Joel always liked to fuck you as deep as he could. Instead of pulling out all or even half of the way, he thrusted into you shallowly as you moaned and writhed beneath him. The length of his cock would rub against your g-spot perfectly, stretching you out enough that your clit was more sensitive on the outside. The thick base of his cock grinded against it, and when you squeaked in surprise as if you were so dumb with pleasure that you didn’t remember the last time, Joel’s cock would twitch inside you. Your cunt would clench around him, he would groan, and the whole cycle would start over again until you were keening with pleasure.  

“I’m— oh— daddy!” you cried out as your orgasm came careening towards you. It was all you could do to breathe as you tried to hold on until he told you you could cum, one of the most horrible and mind-bogglingly hot things he made you do. 

Joel grunted above you, trying to keep his own orgasm under control. He liked being able to fully experience watching and hearing yours before he lost himself in his own, but damn was it nearly impossible sometimes. 

So his voice came out a little shaky as he said, “What honey? You gonna cum?” 

Since he didn’t have time to make you wait and honestly did not have the brainpower to come up with longer sentences, you serendipitously got straightforward questions that were much easier for your fucked out brain to understand. 

“Pl-e-e-ease,” you said through a long moan and then gasped, adding, “Daddy!”

Whether you had said it because you knew you were supposed to or because of the intense way your cunt clenched around him as it started to cum, Joel didn’t know. What he did know was that if he didn’t give you permission right this fucking second, he’d have to stop and give you a ruin. 

But it had been so fucking long since you came on his cock that as fantastic as that sounded, he couldn’t let it happen. 

“Cum, sweetheart, cum for your daddy,” he commanded softly, not needing to raise his voice at all to get you to feel that he had absolute and complete control over whether you did. 

You moaned so suddenly your voice broke and all you could do was silently sob as pleasure rained through every inch of your body out from your cunt. It was so intense that your legs squeezed, coming up and together until Joel was pushed halfway out of your cunt. But as much as this orgasm was for you, it was also for him, so he shoved your legs apart and pushed himself in deep again, watching your jaw go slack and eyes roll back as it sent another wave of pleasure through you. 

Joel watched each moment of your orgasm on your face, waiting until that moment where your eyes came just a fraction back into focus and looked at him with that look of disbelief. That’s when he came. He wanted you to feel every single second of him filling you up with his thick, hot cum. Because he knew you almost loved it more than him. 

He pushed into you as deep as he could go, grinded into you one more time until your broken voice managed a whimper when his pelvic bone brushed your clit, and then let himself go. Joel came, humping it into you while you basically came again, another, much smaller, round of pleasure pulsing in your pussy. 

Joel always, always, came with a moan of your name that bordered on a whine and it was the most gratifying thing in the entire world. To know that this fucking hot, sexy, prime-cut of a man was surrending himself to the pleasure that you created was easily as satisfying as any orgasm you had by your own hand (the ones made by Joel were ridiculous and didn’t count for this comparison). 

This time, as he finished cumming and started to come down, you were mostly through your aftershocks but sinking into the subspace where you literally never wanted to stop touching him. Luckily, since this happened every time things were more than a quickie, Joel knew exactly what to do before you even had to think about saying something. 

Bracing himself just enough to not cause either of you bodily harm, Joel let himself fall on top of you, crushing your body into the soft bed below you as you let out the happiest sigh of relief. 

Joel leaned his head to kiss your neck, moving up in a slow but steady line to your mouth. By the time he got there, you could breathe again, and were ready to kiss him back, slow like honey because he had worn you the fuck out. 

These types of kisses were only shared during aftercare, much too sensual and slow for how the two of you felt in the lead up to sex. But that’s partly why you loved them so much. They were always bathed in the post-orgasmic glow that you could feel radiating between you and Joel. They also didn’t require as much thought, which was good when your head was still fuzzy. 

After a bit, Joel pulled back and then kissed the corner of your mouth, “How do you feel, honey?” 

“Mmm, good. Maybe more kissing still,” you told him, which was also a subtle reminder that he was not allowed to pull out yet. 

Joel kissed you again, but not for as long. When he pulled away this time, you asked, “So you do like daddy then, huh?” 

He chuckled, “I thought that was obvious the first time. But you tell me, sweetheart, do you really like being’ a brat, or do you like being’ daddy’s good girl?”

If you could’ve moved underneath him, you would have squirmed, but since you were trapped, you had to reply, “I like it when daddy makes me his good girl.” 

The sound Joel made could only be described as a growl and it sent a thrill through you, “You just be careful not to be too bratty or you’ll have a hard time walkin’ for a week.” 

If your cunt clenched around his less than half hard cock, that really wasn’t your fault. But you couldn’t help asking, “Because you’ll spank me?” 

Joel gave you a dangerous look and your breath caught, “That won’t be the only reason, sweetheart.”

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[asukaskerian]

monthly word count - april

TOTAL: 4 604 low but on the upside i plotted out and got started on the last chapter for cherry wine's capital arc, FUCK yes finally. X_X

POSTED: nothing new! a battlefield terra scene languishing in my files since 2017 tho.

IN PROGRESS -cherry wine - madatobiizu ABO chapter 10 (1 548 words) -bleach suburban ot4 (2 553 words) -bleach: attempt at one of my unusual inheritances prompts that swiftly died on me (503 words) (if you ever think "oh it's such an obvious plot i will remember for sure" THAT IS SATAN LYING TO YOU.)

-- cherry wine (short bcs spoilers everywhere) --

Then they were approaching the well-lit area before the hall where people milled around, and the brouhaha covered the edge of their voices, as Madara asked, "So, what did you do?"

"Mm, nothing too extreme. I merely felt regretful that I couldn't keep Yukiha-san company, so I... referred her to some."

Madara's eyebrows quirked dubiously.

"The pink kind."

"--Pfhah."

He'd done a little more than that, really. When he'd asked the Haruno girls what they thought about hatesex (in favor; spicy), and their ability to convince a very horny, grumpy, desperate kunoichi to let herself be bedded (very high; just had to challenge her superiority), he'd also asked them for the favor of their alpha brother's sweatier underclothes, to plant in her bedroom afterwards. They would have a fun couple of weeks waiting to be certain she wasn't carrying a bellyful of civilian bastards.

-- suburban ot4 --

Nelliel rolls like a beached whale, morose and defeated. Her phone keeps containing nothing of interest. 

Tier of course hasn't contacted her directly since their last in-person meeting, because she doesn't believe in chatting up ex-girlfriends. Especially because her current girlfriends are jealous and threatened somehow, even after Nelliel told them about getting knocked up by Grimmjow.

They all think she has shit taste in men, see, but they don't doubt her taste in women is more refined. 

Her only recent messages are from Grimmjow and Hime.

... Her most recent message is from Hime! Right now! Ohh, she was letting things settle a bit before she started hounding her in case the Kurosakis wanted space, but!

Hime-chan: Nel-chan, hello! Are you here?

She wants to talk! Live! Right now!

Me: yes!!!!!! :D :D :D hi! what's up?? Hime-chan: #^__^#<3 Hime-chan: oh, nothing much! I was just wondering if you're busy or maybe if you would want to go out for a walk? I was going to take kazui and go check out that new pastry shop and i thought, that's not too far from where you are and maybe you're not too tired to go? Me: YES let me get dressed. Hime-chan: but if you don't feel up to it then take care of yourself Hime-chan: !! oh, great! Give us a half hour? Me: yeeeeeeeessss ill be waiting downstairs SEE YOU SOON

"Hot date, eh?"

Nelliel gives her boyfriend the crazed stare of don't get in my way. "Oh fuck yeah. With Hime and the kid. I am going to get so many cuddles."

He laughs at her. "Want me to clear out in case you get them to come home with you for coffee while you're at it?"

"... Nah. You can stay and babysit."

Grimmjow plants his hand on top of her skull and swings her right and left, then shoves her back down onto her pillows. She yowls in protest, grabbing his wrist to haul herself back up. "Stop that, I have to shower and get dressed! I can't meet Hime if I stink!"

"But you're fine stinking for me, I see how it is." He drags her to her feet, an amused half-smirk on his face. 

"You're a gross boy, though. Hime is fresh and cute and sweet. She's not into salty."

Grimmjow smirks even wider. "Oh, she's into all sorts of crazy shit. Made me a herring and ice cream sandwich once."

"... I kinda want to figure out what exactly this means in our sexy metaphor but I'm going to be late." Nelliel leans in to give him a cheek kiss and a semi-friendly headbutt and scampers off to the bathroom. "I've got a daaaate!"

"A friendship date!"

"Guys who don't have a date don't get to piss on my parade!"

-- ichigo and sisters, odd inheritance -- fic disappeared on me and left me without notes, idk if i'll ever figure out what to do with it --

Ichigo has been eighteen all of two months when he finally manages to get 1. custody of his sisters and 2. access to his inheritance. 

It's fast. Really fast. Dad's lawyer friend was cutthroat and very prepared. 

(Even if the guy looks so dubious and scruffy--)

Ichigo has been living in a group house on his own for seven months by then, and he knows the clinic wasn't completely paid off, and he knows it's been sold on -- all their personal effects are in storage, in a truck, in the truck the lawyer friend got him and the lawyer friend's even odder friend taught him to drive and he is never going to manage to repay them--

Anyway.

"Is this it?" Karin asks, dubious. 

Karin and Yuzu are crammed together on the passenger's seat, and they peer at the actual goddamned mansion looming at the top of the hill with the exact same dubiousness Ichigo feels. It's an european style, but from a century back at least, and wasn't exactly maintained well. He's not sure why Mom hung onto it instead of selling it off, but maybe there were no buyers. There used to be a village nearby but now there's two rickety houses and some farmland, mostly woods, and the house stands on such a slope that cutting down the trees to grow anything else would be completely pointless.

On the other side of the ridge is, apparently, the sea, but about fifty meters of cliffside down. No beach access either. Sigh. Whatever.

"I'll unlock the gate!" Yuzu exclaims, and pops out of the cab, legs wobbling on landing from the drive. The rusty noise as she pushes it open is, uh. Bad.

"Home sweet home," he grumbles as he drives the car through the gate.

Making it livable is going to take so much work.

But the roof isn't leaking and the heating and water still work, and miraculously one of the wings has failed to get infected by mold. So. It will do.

--

The first night they camp together in one of the living rooms, and it's nice. (Yuzu cries openly over being reunited, Karin cries while telling her not to cry, and Ichigo somehow manages to wait until they have fallen asleep.)

They don't really know what happened to their mom's family or why she has a hugeass house fit for like ten or fifteen very antisocial people that nobody else had a claim on. The way Kurosaki Masaki spent their childhood dodging the topic like an olympic slalom medalist had been read as 'it was Bad and Ungood but now it's OVER move along hahaha'. So of course, "If one of our grandparents is haunting this dust pile and they don't wait until tomorrow to bug us, I will throw their tablet in the sea," Karin was muttering, half as a joke, before she finally laid down. 

It's five AM and Ichigo isn't laughing. 

Of course there are ghosts. Anywhere he goes there are ghosts.

[obsessedwithceleste]

heyy! so for the pairing…

I swim competitively and I have played the violin for 8 years . I’m more introverted with two friend groups I switch between. I love listening to music and reading books. Friends sat I’m persistent and give a confident vibe even though I really just feel nervous to the point where I’m sick to the stomach…

too much? thank you 💕

Hi cutie 🫶

Pairing: Blaise Zabini

Blaise is probably the most overlooked of the Slytherin boys, but he embraces the wall flower role he's been given whole heartedly.

He has more refined tastes and keeps a cool head. Mom friend™️

Blaise is definitely someone who watches you from a far, quietly appreciating your love for music and books.

He spend weeks observing which books you're checking in and out of the library so he can read them too.

Eventually he works up the courage to approach you, chatting up the books you've both read (wow what a coincidence?!?)

Blaise admires your quiet but confident nature, most appreciating the way you provide a solace from all the craziness of the other Slytherin boys.

The two of you practically take up residency in the Hogwarts library, spending countless nights curled up by a fireplace, a stack of books shared between you.

When he finally asks to be your boyfriend, it's so casual and nonchalant you almost miss it.

One moment you're deep into your novel, the next you're looking up in shock at Blaise's rather self-satisfied smirk.

Blaise loves being able to pamper you and smother you with affection. He's a major mama's boy and definitely learned how to treat his girl right.

Loves leaving cute little messages in book margins for you to find.

Also big on acts of service, whether it be carrying your book bag to class for you, carrying a sweater on him at all times in case you get chilly, or bothering the house elves for your favorite late night sweet treat.

His favorite memory with you though, is from the first time he brings you home to his mother's house on the coast where she likes to retire in the winter months.

You had told him several times about your passion for swimming, and he couldn't wait for you to see the blue waves just a few steps away from the house.

That first night consisted of cuddles on the sand as the sun set, late nights swimming, and under water kisses.

[thornybubbles]

JJBA Yandere Scenario: Jealousy (The Jo-Foes: Dio/DIO)

Note: I'm going to post each character separately so I can get these out faster. I'm not satisfied with how this one came out. It felt really rushed at the end.

Dio/DIO

Jealous Dio is… complicated. When his mother died, Dio thought that his ability to love had died with her. His heart had all but shriveled into a pitiful lump of muscle that pumped pure hate through his veins instead of blood. When he met you, a friend and classmate of his foster brother, Jonathan, he despised you just as he did everyone else. He thought you to be annoying, crude, and loud. You were no better than the shrill voiced shrews that hung around in the seedy taverns and alleyways of the slums. You were nothing but a filthy guttersnipe that had no business mingling with the upper class, and he had intended to put you back in your place. 

He bullied you as relentlessly as he did Jonathan, but his tactics were a bit different. At school, Dio sat behind you in class. Sometimes he would grab your braid and dip it into his inkwell, then play it off like an accident while his lackeys snickered at your outrage. Sometimes he would run past you after school and knock your books out of your hands. Once he managed to knock them right into a mud puddle. You screamed and stomped your foot at him while he grinned back at you. Then there was the time he put a snake on your desk causing you to get a rather unpleasant surprise when you lifted the lid. It wasn’t poisonous, just a garden snake he found and brought to school especially to torment you, but that didn’t stop you from screaming bloody murder in the middle of class and causing a commotion. 

Bullying you felt different than bullying Jonathan. With Jonathan, it was merely a part of his ultimate goal to take the Joestar inheritance for himself. He hated naive, noble-hearted fools like Jonathan and enjoyed making the boy miserable, but it wasn’t the same kind of joy as he got from making you angry. Dio started tormenting you mostly because he wanted to separate Jonathan from any friends he had, but you were stubborn. Nothing he did seemed to drive you away. He started to see you as a challenge. Bullying you had become something of a game for him and he started looking forward to seeing your angry face every day. 

As time went on, you, Dio, and Jonathan had grown older and something had changed in the dynamic between you and Dio. While Dio was purposely treating Jonathan more civilly in an effort to throw suspicion off of himself in his plans to get George Joestar out of the way, you had begun to treat him rather coldly. You no longer glared at him whenever he spoke to you. Now you looked down your nose at him with a stony expression. It very nearly drove him mad. You had no right to look at him that way! Dio wouldn’t allow anyone to look down on him… especially not you!! 

Over the years, Dio came to a realization. He liked you. He genuinely liked you. It wasn’t simply a tolerance he developed for you in the same way he tolerated the sycophantic stooges that followed him around. He had actually developed a fondness for you. At some point he realized that his bullying you wasn’t just for his own amusement. He wanted your attention. Though, now he wouldn’t settle for your anger. He wanted your approval. He wanted your affection. To have you look at him as if he was nothing but a slimy toad squirming at your feet made him want to strangle you. 

Dio couldn’t say what it was that drew him to you in the first place. Maybe it was the way your cute face scrunched up when you yelled at him? Could it be the way your eyes glistened when you smiled? Or perhaps it was your care-free attitude that pulled him in? Maybe it was all of those things. All that he knew was that his initial opinions on you had changed. Regardless of your humble upbringing, you had grown into someone of taste and refinement on par with the most noble-born debutante. And yet you still had that fiery side to you that he adored when you two were children. The problem was that whenever you cast your eyes upon him, your smile would drop and your eyes grew cold and empty. He couldn’t have that. 

“Why do you look at me with such disdain?” He asked you one day. “Don’t tell me you’re still angry about all the things I did to you when we were children?” 

You turned to him, eyes cold as ever. 

“I look at you this way because you can’t fool me, Dio.” You said, voice just as cold as your eyes. 

“Fool you?” Dio asked. 

“You may have everyone in town eating out of the palm of your hand and even Jonathan seems willing to let bygones be bygones, but I’m not. The things you did to me were nothing but childish games, but what you did to Jonathan was monstrous and I will never forgive you for it.” You said, before turning on your heel and walking away from him. 

Dio’s hands tightened into fists. He ground his teeth so hard he thought his jaw would break.

Jonathan! 

Always Jonathan!!

He should have known that blue haired buffon was the reason you were acting like this. You were so disgustingly loyal to his foster brother that it seemed impossible to separate the two of you. Dio would find a way to pull you away from Jonathan, though. No matter what it took, he would have you to himself. He would have to put his plan into play soon, and then he could find a way to sway you to his side. If not, he would force you to accept him. No one denys Dio Brando and gets away with it.

That’s how you found yourself snatched away from all you knew, trapped in a castle full of monsters with no known way to escape. Your mind was reeling at everything that had happened to you in the past few days. Jonathan had found out that Dio had been poisoning his father and confronted him with the police. The confrontation ended with Jonathan’s father being murdered, the Joestar mansion being burned to the ground, and Dio becoming some kind of real-life vampire. You found out that Jonathan was recovering in the hospital and planned to go and see him, but you never got the chance. In the middle of the night, Dio himself showed up at your house and took you away. Why you didn’t know. All that you knew is that what little humanity that remained in Dio had been expunged completely. He was now something wholly other and you were terrified of him. 

Dio had swept you away to a creepy old castle in a town you’d never heard of and locked you away. The whole place was crawling with zombies, vampires, hideous chimeric creatures that were mixtures of human and animal, and other things that you didn’t think existed outside of those sleazy penny dreadful horror stories your parents forbid you from reading. You spent most of your time cowering in the corner of the room trying to come to terms with your situation while Dio draped himself across a velvet tufted chaise and watched you. 

“Do stop all that wincing and trembling.” He said, scrunching up his nose. “It doesn’t suit you at all.” 

You glanced over your shoulder at him, but caught a glimpse of the inhuman look in his eyes and had to look away. 

In the past, you had always referred to Dio as a monster, but now he was a monster in the very literal sense of the word. You couldn’t wrap your head around it. Such things as vampires shouldn’t exist in the real world, but here you were, stuck in a room with one. You were on the verge of having some kind of crisis. 

“Did you hear me?” Dio’s voice called out to you in irritation. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. You just wanted to stare at the stone wall and pretend that none of this was happening. You heard Dio getting up and shrank in on yourself, closing your eyes tightly. 

Dio scowled. This is not what he wanted from you at all. Where was your fiery spirit? Where was your disdain? He’d gladly take your cold stares over this cowardly side of you that started  showing since he took you. Part of him, though, felt that this was exactly what you deserved for daring to look down on him. Still, it was beginning to annoy him. 

He crossed the room and knelt down next to you. 

“Are you really so frightened of me, my pet?” He whispered directly into your ear. 

You screamed and covered your ears. You started sobbing. 

Dio wasn’t having it. He snatched your hands away from your ears. 

“You dare try to drown me out?” he bellowed. “You will hear me!” 

He spun you around to face him. 

“And you will see me!” he snarled. 

“Dio, please!” you cried. “Let me go! Just let me go home!” 

You continued to beg him to let you go, but no matter what you said your pleas fell on deaf ears. He had no intention of letting you go now that you were in his grasp. He’d wanted you all to himself for so long, was it really too much to ask that you want him back? 

Looking at your fearful expression was taking a toll on him. He wasn’t sure, but the feeling it stirred within him may have been guilt. It was hard for him to tell, because guilt was something he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Unable to take your pathetic sobbing and pleading, he placed a hand over your mouth. You froze in terror, feeling his claws lightly scrape against your cheek. 

“Whatever happened to my little wildcat?” he asked in a despondent tone. 

The genuine despair in his voice caught you off guard, but you remained wary. You didn’t trust Dio any further than you could throw him. 

“What happened to the vicious little hellion that would kick me in the shins and call me nasty names? Are you so easily cowed by what I’ve become?” he asked. 

You suddenly found yourself pressed up against his chest as his arms encircled you. You stiffened up, mind going blank and unable to process what was happening. He was so cold. Not an ounce of body heat could be felt. His heartbeat was barely there. It beat as if it was only doing so out of habit, but not fully dedicated to the task. There was truly nothing human about Dio anymore. 

“I didn’t think you would ever be this easily frightened. I suppose I should have suspected it with how you reacted to the snake.” he said, his thoughts going nostalgic. 

“Do you remember the snake, my love? How you screamed… though not nearly as loudly as the teacher!” 

Dio released a laugh that echoed throughout the room. It was joyful but slightly tinged with melancholy. It didn't sound right coming from him. It sounded too normal. Too wholesome. Too human. His laughter died down after a moment and he sighed, laying his head over the top of yours. 

“Y-you can’t k-keep me here, Dio,” you said, still desperately trying to make him see reason. 

Dio grimaced at your stubborn need to pester him about letting you go. Couldn’t you see that it would never happen? Couldn’t you understand that you were destined to be with him for all eternity? 

“What makes you think that I can’t?” Dio murmured against the top of your head. He nuzzled into your hair, enjoying the texture of it against his skin. 

“J-Jonathan will come for me!” You cried. 

Dio suddenly grasped you by your upper arms and glared down at you. You had never seen him with an expression so furious before. 

“JONATHAN! ALWAYS JONATHAN! CAN YOU THINK OF NOTHING ELSE?!” His voice had all the fearsome rage of a dragon’s roar. 

You shrank away from him, turning your head to the side and squeezing your eyes closed. You were certain he would strike you, but he never did. Instead he apologized, something you never thought you would hear him do. 

Then he snapped your neck. 

You slumped backwards in his arms, your head hanging at an odd angle. Dio stared at you in dismay. While he fully intended to kill you, seeing the aftermath of it still upset him. Of course, he wasn’t as upset as he should have been, but in his world, death no longer held much weight. He cradled your body and rose from the floor. He went over to the overstuffed chaise and laid you down on it. He arranged your body in a position so that you looked as if you were only sleeping. 

“As much as I loathe it when you mention that buffoon’s name, you are right, my dear. I have no doubt Jonathan will come for you and try to take back the only thing I could never take from him.” he spoke to your unhearing corpse. 

He slid a claw against his wrist, slicing it open. His thick blood poured from the wound, dripping down onto the floor and seeping into the stone. He reached over and sliced a deep cut into your throat. Your own blood gushed forth, staining your clothes crimson. He held his dripping wrist over your throat, mingling his blood with your own. After a moment, both the wound on his wrist and your throat began to heal and seal up. The effects of his blood were already working their dark magic on you. 

“But when he finds you, he will know that I have claimed you fully, and he will never be able to take you from me. You are mine for all of time.” 

Jonathan did come for you as you expected. He found you in Dio’s room, resting on a chaise in what he thought was a deep slumber. He shook you, gently slapped at your face, but nothing seemed to rouse you. 

“Mr. Joestar,” Speedwagon spoke solemnly. He took off his hat and placed it over his heart. “I don’t think she’s with us anymore.” 

Jonathan looked at  Speedwagon with horror. 

“No! That can’t be true!” he shouted, tears welling up in his eyes. 

He’d lost so much, he couldn’t bear to lose you too. Not the little loudmouth that had become like a younger sister to him. 

“Please,” he whispered as he held you to him. “Please don’t go…” 

Imagine his surprise when you opened your eyes. 

Jonathan reeled back in shock, falling on his backside. His shaggy haired friend let out a cry of horror. 

Your eyes were not as Jonathan remembered them. Their color had changed to a golden yellow with slight tints of red. They glowed like hellfire embers. They looked down at Jonathan with confusion. 

“Jonathan?” you said.

“She’s been turned, Mr. Joestar!” Speedwagon shouted. 

Jonathan didn’t really need Speedwagon to tell him that. No human had eyes like that. When he came to Dio’s castle to rescue you, his only worry had been if Dio had killed or brutalized you in some way. The thought of Dio turning you into a monster like himself never even crossed his mind. 

“Jonathan?” You queried, worry in your voice. 

The fear in his gaze filled you with dread. You knew, though. You could feel the burn of Dio’s blood in your veins. You could feel it sluggishly coursing through you and it made you want to vomit. You glanced down at your blood soaked clothes and at your black clawed hands and screamed.

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Jonathan refused to kill you. He simply couldn’t bring himself to do it. He could see in your eyes, inhuman though they were, that you weren’t the evil villain that Dio was and he wanted to help you. He said that there may be a cure for your “condition”. You wanted to believe that was true, but you had a feeling that nothing could reverse what Dio had done to you. You were a vampire now, and you would have to live for all of time as a monster that shouldn’t exist. 

Jonathan brought you back to stay with him and Erina. They were due to get married soon, but he wanted to make sure that you were safe and protected. You were surprised by how easily Erina welcomed you, especially since you were no longer human and tainted by the blood of the man that drove her away for so long. Jonathan told you that Dio was dead and that he couldn’t hurt you anymore. You knew that simply wasn’t true. Your blood told you. You could feel that he was still out there somewhere. You tried to warn Jonathan of this, but you didn’t think he took you seriously. He and Erina got married and decided to go on a cruise for their honeymoon. You warned them once again to be careful. It wasn’t long after that, that Speedwagon gave you the terrible news that their ship had sunk. Erina survived, though and was with child, but… Jonathan was dead. 

Along with Speedwagon, you proved to be a valuable friend to the Joestar family, using your vampiric abilities for the benefit of Erina and her descendants. You knew that’s what Jonathan would have wanted. She was grateful for it and you were grateful for her continued protection and support. You followed the Joestar family journey right up until young Joseph fought with the Pillarmen. You helped him as best as you could. It was because of you that he had so much insight on vampires and knew how to take down Straizo. When Kars was defeated, you assumed that things would quiet down. It did… for a little while. 

At some point during the late 1980’s, an elderly Joseph came to you with bad news. Dio was alive and somewhere in Egypt. He told you that he, his friend Avdol, and his grandson Jotaro were going to the Middle East to face him. He told you that you were to be sent to a hidden place to be guarded by Speedwagon Foundation agents to keep Dio from finding you. Unfortunately, you never made it to your destination. Dio’s minions had been searching for you ever since he’d been pulled up from what should have been a watery grave. His minions intercepted your trip to the Foundation safe house, killed the agents accompanying you, and took you straight to DIO. 

And now you stood before a part of your past that you thought you’d never have to deal with again. 

DIO seemed different from the last time you saw him. It wasn’t just that his demeanor had become even more otherworldly,  he seemed to have grown taller and bulkier than you remembered. He had such a smug look on his face as he looked down at you. 

“Did you really think you’d seen the last of me?” he asked, a small smile playing on his lips. 

“I had hoped that was the case.” You stated harshly. 

DIO’s smile broadened. He seemed delighted by your snark. 

“How I missed you, my little wildcat.” He cooed and rose from his throne. As he walked up to you, his silhouette took on a vaguely familiar shape. It reminded you of someone, but you couldn’t remember who. DIO stopped in front of you, towering over you and grinning in a devilish way. 

“I look different, don’t I?” he said with thinly veiled glee. “Care to guess why?” 

The Dio you remembered had a lythe and athletic build, but this DIO looked like a powerhouse. You couldn’t understand why, though. How had he gained such a body when he’d been locked in a coffin under the sea for so many years? It’s not like he had the means to do any bodybuilding. 

DIO pointed a claw-tipped finger at a scar that circled around his neck. 

“In that fight with Jonathan, I’d been beheaded. My original body was destroyed so I had to procure a new one. And you’ll never guess who’s body I chose to replace it with.” DIO said. 

His eyes seemed to glow brighter as he told you this. He was very clearly amused by your growing discomfort. You had grown tired of the guessing games. 

“Who’s body, DIO?” You asked. “Who’s body is it?” 

“I’m surprised you don’t recognize the body of the man you were so disgustingly close to in your human life.” DIO mocked. 

Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open in shock and horror. 

“NO!” you cried. 

“Yes.” DIO said. “I took Jonathan’s body as my own after I killed him!” 

You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry and pull at your hair. But you didn’t. It wouldn’t do any good now. 

“Don’t be so upset.” DIO said as he drew you into an unwanted embrace. You tried to break free from him, but his hold was too strong. 

“I always hated how close you were to Jonathan. Even as a child, before I fully understood my feelings for you, I wanted to separate you from him. But you always stuck by him no matter what. So, this is an ideal situation isn’t it? I get to have you and you get to have your precious Jonathan.” 

DIO laughed cruelly as you shed tears for the first time in many, many years.

[pixyys]

Ello pixyys! I have a request BUT PLEASE DO THIS AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED ALL OF YOUR HOMEWORK AND FINALS!!! AND TAKE YOUR TIME PLEASE I DON'T WANT YOU BURNING OUT!

so for my request, can I request the Flags with a reader who really likes classical music and hates any sacrilegious-ness and they are able to play the piano and other instruments too? And they have really good classical music knowledge and can name any piece in like a few seconds- wait why am I sounding like I'm describing myself ;-;

ANYWAYSSS stay safe drink water get enough sleep I love you mwah

— artistic elegance.

bsd characters with a reader who likes classical music, plays various musical instruments and despises sacrilege. (fellow twosetters, iykyk👀)

ft. the flags + some small extras at the end :)

warnings/notes. gn! reader

💌HII SILVER!! thank you for the request!! and aa tysm i love you too <33 i love that gif! bsd wan gives me life (´͈  ᵕ `͈ ) also! i'm still not that familiar with the flags' personalities, so they might be a bit ooc :" but i hope this is up to your expectations!

piano man

piano man is a cultured gentleman! he may not be as well-versed in classical music as you do. but he might know one or two of the popular pieces.

this man is a man of whimsy and cruel elegance. needless to say, he respects art and delicacy. and more than all, he is drawn to your immaculate and refined taste in music.

he loves hearing you talk about your interest! from your long rambles about a particular piece to small trivia about concerts and the likes.

he will reassure you that he's not using piano wires to strangle people (lmao)

please please please make a joke about how "piano man" can't play the piano (silver iykyk haha)

if you're willing, piano man will be interested in learning the piano from you. at least to honour his name (it's just his ploy to spend more time with you <3)

he'll come to your concerts and see you play if you're performing in one <3 alternatively, you both go to orchestras and classical music concerts together

he's also canonically fastidious, so he respects perfection. he's inwardly proud if you're very dedicated to your practices. he likes hardworking people.

however! he'll know when to stop you when you're overworking yourself. when your eyebrows start to crease and that gleam in your eyes whenever your fingers dance on the piano keys fades away, he'll silently approach you, gently reaching for your hand and pressing a kiss on your cheek.

"you've done enough, love. you're amazing. you'll do splendidly."

does stopping you from practising 40 hours a day count as sacrilege? probably. as much as he hates upsetting you, piano man is willing to commit any sin if it's meant for your well-being and safety </3

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lippmann

another chap who's fairly familiar with classical music. i'm sure some of his movies use classical music as soundtracks, and at some point, he has most likely acted as a musician character.

very intrigued by your extensive knowledge of musical instruments and classical pieces. he will definitely ask you for some pointers for when he has to act in a musical performance scene.

oh boy. the poor guy doesn't know what he signed up for.

"your wrist is too low. your bowing looks off," you comment as you both watch a particular scene where he act-plays the violin.

from then on, he takes your suggestions and corrections very seriously, which he is very grateful for because they help his acting career too.

more than anything though, lippmann doesn't want to upset you by committing "sacrilege"—as you like to call it.

you can teach him, let's say, a violin, or any other musical instrument. alternatively, you can take crash courses together as cute little dates <3 (all the more opportunity to flex your skills and impress him haha)

he's doing it very well, though. he's a fast learner. it's almost unfair how he has a natural talent for almost everything; from acting to negotiation skills.

he is.. very pretty.. regardless if people recognize him as a popular actor or not. so you may start regretting it when everyone from the course is starting to crowd him lmao. maybe this is not a very good idea after all,,

but! imagine this:

it's well-known that lippmann's music-acting is getting more realistic and accurate. there's this particular scene in a romance movie he starred in that causes quite a ruckus among his fans: the character he acted is playing a piece dedicated to his beloved. but his act-performance is just so 'full of love' and everyone goes crazy over it. when an interview session asks him about how he did this, he just smiles into the camera and,

"oh, i did picture a special person during that scene. they've helped me a lot, and i'm very grateful for them. you can say that 'performance' was dedicated for them."

i digress. but i'd simply die lmao

oh well, the internet will go crazy, again. "hit actor lippmann's secret muse!?" as said by the headline of the tabloid magazine. but eh, as they said, all's well should end well.. probably.

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albatross

no matter how i see him, albatross is a menace (lmao)

he's likely to not know a lot about classical music and musical instruments in general. but hey! trying is also a love language.

probably gets curious when you are practising. after you explain to him the basics, there is a high chance he'll go "oh! as i expected, you're very amazing! i think i'll go for the triangle instead." 💀

he's just very impressed at whatever you're doing. you pulled off a particularly difficult, or just a so-so piece? "woah! that is so cool!" you somehow manage to name any classical piece playing within five seconds? "what kind of sorcery are you doing?!" you're going on a long ramble about how a movie depicted orchestras and piano-playing very very wrongly? albatross has no idea what you're talking about. but whatever you're doing, don't stop. he likes seeing you all happy and enthusiastic. there's something about how your eyes light up or how a smile bloom on your lips. they never fail to make his day brighter.

this man is competitive. at one point, he will start listening to classical pieces and make it a competition on who can name a piece's title whenever there's one playing. of course, he loses, every time. can't forget that time he called Franz Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 "that one tom and jerry song."

"it's a piece, not a song, albatross."

"but it's still in tom and jerry."

well, he's not wrong, technically.

albatross will probably get excited (and be embarrassing), gushing over you if he ever comes to see you perform in a concert or the like. "look at them! they're so cool!" he'll half-whisper to anyone sitting close to him until he receives several warning glares for being noisy. oh well, at least he knows not to clap during auditions.

please prevent this man from doing any more sacrilege (lmao i keep on slandering him, sorry albatross you're a real one for this </3)

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iceman

this man canonically likes to drink coffee and listen to records—a side only a few people know, and you're one of those few people.

he listens to a variety of genres, and classical pieces vinyl take up considerable space in his collection. he may be the closest to being fairly knowledgeable in classical pieces as you are.

he might not be the type to play a musical instrument himself. instead, he adores hearing you play. not that the recordings are bad, but your playing is just much more relaxing and the sounds flow better to his ears.

maybe above all, it's your presence that he finds peace from. either way, iceman is glad he can know someone who shares an overall similar interest with him.

you both can go to a record store! watch him just chuckle in amusement whenever you perk up as the store plays a classical piece, then immediately recognize the piece's title. he finds your enthusiasm cute. and not to mention, that broad knowledge is impressive. even he can't remember that many classical pieces.

he will be very grateful if you shove a good amount of music recommendations to him, or make a playlist for him! iceman might just listen to it in his free time because they remind him of you <3

in terms of sacrilege, he doesn't really mind much and leans on the more chill side. oh? that movie you're both watching is playing a very badly acted orchestra scene? he finds the way you internally cringe amusing. but iceman understands how such things really upset you, so he'll be there to listen to your rambles and criticisms.

all in all, he's a very chill but loving guy <3

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doc

he is mostly ambivalent about classical music and musical instruments. but as a doctor, he knows well that classical music is scientifically proven to be able to reduce stress and alleviate anxiety.

for that reason, he might know one or two things about classical music. but nothing too in-depth besides the fact it has some therapeutic effects to it.

hence! it's the perfect opportunity to tell him everything you know! (and flex when you're at it)

"doc! don't you know that not all classical music is relaxing? for example this one-"

he watches curiously as you show him a recorded piece, the '1812 overture.' he did expect and somewhat know that there are fast-paced and energetic classical pieces out there. but he did not expect canon fires incorporated into the piece.

"this sounds like it'll give people from the mafia anxiety instead."💀

but yeah. as someone who studied a lot, and used to be a student before being a doctor, he seems like the type who appreciates knowledge very much. he is intrigued by the tidbits of occasionally out-of-pocket trivia you casually bring up.

all the same, he likes listening to you play after he's done with his work, or during his day off. being a doctor can be more stressful than being on the front lines, as there are many injuries he had to treat as soon as possible, and he has to handle occasional foolish and careless individuals who don't heed his warnings. 

but! doc, hence his name, is a doctor. he will not take it kindly if you're pushing yourself with your practice, or being too anxious about an upcoming concert or performance. while not musically adept enough to help you with practices, doc will try his best to calm you down, reminding you that fatigue can ruin your concentration too. he's heard you play and practice multiple times, so he reassures you that all you need is just rest and you'll ace the performance.

all things considered, he just really cares for your well-being <3

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 ♡ extra! ♡

adam will take you to a museum of musical instruments. fascinating. you can see not only today's instruments, but also pianos, violins, and cellos over the years. this man can and will give you elongated lectures about each instrument. fun and informative! 

chuuya is very extra himself, and he will do the same in handling your interest; if you want, he'll take you to equally very extra operas and concerts, where you all dress up fancy and wear those nifty galilean binoculars to see the stage. classy!

verlaine probably doesn't understand why or how you grow to like music, particularly classical music very much. but! he is fond of how you're very passionate about it, and not sharing the same interest won't stop him to ask you for a dance—a slow waltz only yours and your own to share with him. during late nights after private dinners, he sways you gently, holding you close; whether with a piece playing in the background or just the sound of your hums and heartbeat. your steps may be clumsy or hesitant, but he will catch you before you stumble. 

end notes. aaand that's a wrap! not me imagining date scenarios with each one of them lmao. was in a very fluffy mood haha! had a lot of fun writing this

[twigg96]

On my hands and knees crying and begging you to do Charles for the fluffy alphabet thing (if you feel like it, of course!)

Omg @hopeandmanymilestogo yes of course I'll do the fluffy alphabet for Charles!! 💕💕If anyone else would like to choose another letter or character the Fluffy Alphabet is here!!

A - Attractive (what about their partner do they like most?)

Charles finds strong independent human beings to be the sexiest people in the entire fucking world. They can balance a fucking checkbook by themselves? Instant hard on. No but seriously. He really loves when he doesn't need to worry about his partner's well being while he's working. Boy already has five whole adult man children to take care of and raise, he literally can not take on the responsibilities of another human right now. So if his partner is stable in their career, financially stable enough to handle themselves and not asking him for money he's literally turned on by them all the time.

B - Banter (How do they tease each other? Is it always friendly/flirtatious or does it turn nasty?)

While Charlie isn't usually one for teasing or witty banter he will occasionally pick on his partner whenever he's feeling especially in high spirits, or whenever he is wanting some alone time with his partner. He doesn't particularly mind if his partner teases him. As a matter of fact he kind of prefers it. It feels natural, maybe it's from the years of being pushed around and called names from Dethklok, but no one can say Charles doesn't love a dominant partner.

C - Cute (Cuddles, Handholding, Sweet Touches, Caresses, Sneaky Moves)

Charlie is not a man of PDA at all. He believes that it is dangerous in his profession and in reality it truly could be for his partner if the wrong people wanted to use them against him. He is a very powerful man after all. However that does not mean that he will never sneak his pinky around his lover's own when he meets them at the bar of a large social event he curated for Dethklok. That doesn't mean he wouldn't wrap his arm around their waist when he was certain it was only them and the boys left over after the party was over. That certainly doesn't mean that in the privacy of his office or home he wouldn't touch his partner so sweetly that it left goosebumps running down their spines. And that certainly doesn't mean that he wouldn't risk the occasional ass pinch around the boys on nights when they're all getting fucking sloppy.

D - Dates (What kind of dates do they like to take their partners on? Are they creative with their date ideas?)

Charles has learned over the years that IHOP and Denny's are not the most ideal places for repeat dates. Even when they are open almost around the clock and offer a wide array of food. So... he has delegated the date idea job to his partner for the most part. It's not that he never tried. He just always became too busy with work to make long standing plans or put elaborate dates into action, which isn't to say that he never did. It was simply rare, on special dates, Valentine's day and Anniversaries that he planned extravagant venues and dinners. So normal weekly dates sere left to his partner to choose how they spent their time, which always seemed to work for the two of them.

E - Eat (Do they have similar tastes in food or do they share food at the dinner table? I. E. Swapping the tomatoes on the burger for the pickles on their partner’s chicken sandwich)

This boy has a very refined pallet. That however does not mean that he will not eat whatever is on his plate. He has spent years with the pickiest band on the face of the earth. His plate was always the scap plate for the bits that Dethklok refused to eat. A stray pickle here, a tomato there, chicken skin here, greens on the corner. His plate was always overflowing. Charles ate whatever he was given with a sour face. He actually FUCKING DESPISED PICKLED FOOD. All of it. Sour kraut, pickles, pickled eggs, kimchi, Mostarda, all of it. He hated the taste of vinegar and fermentation. He would always give his partner his pickled foods if they wanted it but he fucking loved fresh cut tomatoes and would happily trade for any tomatoes on their plate.

F - Fire (What drives them the most in the relationship?)

Charles' motivation in the relationship is to protect them from the horrors of the world as long as he possibly can by doing whatever it possibly takes. Even if that means leaving them for an extended period time to keep them safe.

G - Generosity (How do they show their partner they care?)

For the first part of the relationship, Charles gifted his partner lavish gifts believing that physical affection was the only affection that would matter in the end. However as time went on he stopped buying the gifts and started making more time for them. Spending time in their shared bed for them time. Even if it wasn't physical actives they shared in and instead they just talked about life, work, or stress. He showed he was there. That he cared for them more than just a text.

H - Hot Head (Are they quick to anger? Are they spiteful in a fight? Will they say things they don’t mean just to piss their partner off? Or are they easy going?)

It takes a hell of a lot to piss Charlie off. But when he gets there he goes the fuck off. Charles bottles up so much that it just gets to a point where he can't hold it in anymore. And while he absolutely will spout off some shit he doesn't mean screaming the meanest and nastiest shit anyone can imagine. He never intends to hurt anyone with his words. After a few days of cooling down he will always apologize but fights like this always shake the relationship and make his partner question things.

I - Interest (What are some of the interests they may share?)

While Charles and his partner met at an opera Charles was more of a Broadway musical man himself. He loved to watch the performances and choreography intermingle to tell a story.

Surprisingly enough, Charles loved to go to sports games. ANY. It was a great way for him to expel some of his pent up emotions.

He also is extremely artistic and loves to make pottery. (Ghost style of course).

J- Jealousy (Are they the Jealous type? How would they act if they were?)

Charles doesn't get jealous (now) because he is extremely secure in his relationship. When it first started however he refused to bring his partner anywhere near Dethklok for five reasons. Nathan, Pickles, Toki, William, and especially Skwisgaar. He believed full heartedly they would be swept away by the charm of fame (or Skwisgaar's sexual prowess) and leave him in an instant. He never specifically told them what to do however he did manipulate them into believing that Dethklok were the worst type of humans and outed them for all their worst behavior.

K- Kids (Do they want kids?)

No. Not at all. He has five adopted man sons he couldn't possibly imagine himself having actual babies and children especially when he knew his man children would have a whole fit believing he was replacing them in his heart... he just couldn't handle that.

L - Likes (Favorite things about relationship and partner)

If he's being incredibly honest with himself, he finds being in a relationship incredibly convenient. He doesn't need to explain to anyone why he's single at his age anymore. He doesn't need to sit alone at a two person booth anymore. Most importantly... he doesn't feel so incredibly lonely all of the time anymore. He was surrounded by an all encompassing loneliness that wouldn't leave before. One that he couldn't explain. With his partner by his side he doesn't feel that anymore.

M- Marriage (Are they interested in getting married at all?)

Yes. Charles started looking at acceptable rings several months into their relationship. He doesn't plan on asking until their both completely ready mentally and stable in their relationship. He also needs to make sure the world doesn't end so it may be a while.

N- No (Pet Peeves in a relationship)

Charles hates when his partner is ultra clingy or needy. He likes it as a bit or sex thing maybe but he can't stand if his partner needs constant attention. He has a job that needs his attention round the clock, Dethklok that are like three year olds, and the world to think about and save meaning his mind is always preoccupied on staying one step ahead on evil. He literally has no brain space left for an over clingy or needy partner. He needs some TLC himself.

O - Orange (What color reminds them of their partner?)

Blue or Green. The colors of nature he finds his partner calming and reassuring in the best of times. He loves to be around the mas they recharge his energy and make him smile.

P - Proposal (How would they or how did they propose?)

Charles would set up an elaborate date for his partner. He'd claim that it was for a special event. He'd rent out the entire venue and hire private staff that all signed NDAs. In the evening the two would eat under the stars and twinkling fairylights Toki was kind enough to provide for the event, promising Charles they would make the moment all the more romantic. Kneeling on one knee as the boys asll brought out desert out on a silver plater, the ring embellishing the cake he would ask the question everyone has been waiting years to hear from him. "Will you marry me?"

Q - Queen (King) (What traits makes them a KING or a QUEEN?)

Charles always holds the door for his partner. He always waits until their in the car and has their seat belt on before he drives anywhere. He does all the chores at home. Anytime it's just him and the boys he will always brag about his partner, he just can't stop himself. His password on his personal phone is always available to his S/O so they can access it if they need. He never cares if they read his messages or emails. He only cares if they answer calls only because they may talk to someone in the press by accident or someone wanting to hurt them. He sends security details out with them everywhere they go when he's out of town. But most importantly, he messages to let them know he got places safe.

R - Rain (What was the most romantic gesture they have ever done for their partner?)

You'd think that the most romantic gestures Charles makes towards his partner would be have to be in one of his grand dates or a glittering gift he bought... but you'd be wrong. Charles is the most romantic in the tiniest of his actions. When he tries the least and he's thinking about it the least. On those days when it suddenly begins to rain without warning, and he offers his umbrella to his partner without a single "I told you so." Letting his own suite get wet all in the name of keeping them dry and warm. On those chilly late early fall nights when the temperature suddenly cools off and leaves his partner shivering and rubbing their arms. He offers his jacket without a second thought. When he comes into the bedroom with their coffee made just the way they like it. When he reminds them of that One Thing they needed at the grocery store or to grab that One Thing before they leave for a party hours after his partner asked him to remind him. When he stares at them like he just realized that all the stars in the sky were his to hold and he whispers "God, you look amazing tonight."

S- Smooches (Who gave the first kiss? When do they kiss their partner? How often do they kiss their partner?)

I full heartedly believe that Charles made the first move and was the first to kiss them.

He never saw the relationship going so far or saw himself loving someone as much as he loved his partner but as the relationship progressed the kisses turned from heated desperate needy sex kisses to slow passionate ones that honestly frightened him with how deeply he loved his partner. Over time he pulled away slightly. He kissed them only slightly. Pecks on the lips and cheek to try and drive home that he still cared but couldn't be that person they needed. But once they had a proper talk about things, and the dynamics of the relationship. Charles found himself kissing his partner in all sorts of ways.

Charles kisses his partner Good Morning each morning they spend the night together. He tries his hardest to wait for them to finish their routine to drive with his partner to work and kiss them Good Bye there but if duty calls and he has to leave early he always makes sure to kiss them before he leaves. If work runs late and he gets home after his partner has gone to sleep he always gives them a kiss on the head Good Night but he tries to be home in time for dinner and a real kiss. Sometimes if he's lucky and his partner is feeling frisky he gets held up in the morning or stays up late with his partner's kisses... But that's not every day.

T - Travel (Do they like to travel with their partner? Where do they dream of traveling to?)

Charles travels all over the place all the time for work. So his dream vacation with his partner is a staycation. However, Out of all the places he's ever gone he never went just to sight see. If his partner ever made the argument that he could just go to relax... he might. It all depends on where and for how long. Charles gets anxious when away from work for too long and worries about seeing important political figures while on vacation and getting dragged into work without wanting to.

U- Universal (How Public are they with their affection? Are they very open with PDA? Do they brag about their partner?)

Being CFO of Dethklok is dangerous work... Charles would make it VERY clear that it is not a problem with his partner and in another world he would show them off proudly. But in the reality they live in it is too dangerous for him to have them on his arm at galas and in magazine photos. People could use the information of their relationship against him and use his partner as ransom for information about Dethklok or money. It wasn't worth that risk. In the privacy of their own home and around the boys (Once Nathan walked in on them however) they were very open. Charles hugged, kissed, and held his partner's waist whenever he wanted without fear.

Funnily enough however... Charles can not shut his mouth about his partner. He tells Nathan how amazing they are, how cute they are, what they did that morning, and how much he loves them almost every day during their meetings. It's like word vomit. He can't stop himself sometimes. He knows it's gross lovie dovie stuff but it feels so good. One time he caught himself telling a gear about his partner on the way to a summit meeting and had to have them sign a binding NDA. He even outed himself to a reporter by telling them about the hickie he had on his neck was from his long time partner but was whisked away by some loyal gears before he could pour his heart out.

V- Valentines (First holiday together. How did they prepare? How did they celebrate?)

This man was never good with celebrations or holidays... doesn't help that he's not exactly religious and doesn't celebrate most holidays to begin with. So when his partner brings him a little trinket on odd August day with a bright beaming smile it suddenly got his mind reeling. Did he miss something?! Was it their birthday? Was it his? When was Easter? He decided to make it up to them the next holiday for sure!

So when Halloween rolled around Charles was READY! He bought costumes for both him and his partner to wear, decked the appartment out in halloween decorations, bought candy and chips, made caramel apples and dip, bought a plastic jack-o-lantern (because he'd be damned if he touched pumpkin guts), got booze, and asked the boys to dress in silly outfits they bought and come to their little party. Charles dressed as a vampire flowing black cape, stick in fangs, fake blood and all. Murderface, Nathan, and Pickles all showed up as various members of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles looking disgruntled over at Skwisgaar who looked mildly annoyed in his white rabbit costume and Toki who looked all too comfortable in his sexy Alice costume. When Charles' partner returned home from work to the surprise party they broke into a fit of giggles in Charles' arms before running to get changed. It has since become a tradition to hold a private Halloween party since.

W- Wicked (What do they do that purposely pushes their partner's buttons?)

"Ummm... Actually-" Charles will "correct" his partner on little things they say or do in an fake annoying voice until they beg him to stop. Most of the time he's emulating Karen's he has heard in the wild while working and makes sure that his partner is aware of this fact. He never means it in a mean way its all playful.

Talking to himself- Charles spends a God Awful amount of time alone in his office with no one to entertain him but himself. Often time he finds a good playlist to listen to and gets his work done. But sometimes he gets his paperwork done early and just waits in his office for something to happen or work feels so heavy it's hard to get started. So, in order to get started or keep going he talks to inanimate objects or even just the air to entertain himself. This quirkiness bleeds into his everyday life with his partner. One time they found him talking to the house plant that they kept as decoration next to the table. "Well... do you have anything to say for yourself?" He grumbled. They asked who he was talking to and he angrily pointed to the dead leaf on the floor with a small grumble. "Kevin is shedding on the floor!" His partner just blinked and walked away.

Over Cleanliness- Living near Dethklok has taught him a lot about the human condition. He knows he never wants to live in a condition that is sticky or grimy and he lets his partner know that. He took over the chores at the house to ensure the best chance however, on bad days he will have anxiety attacks about having a dirty space.

Communication is Lacking - Due to his line of work there are a lot of NDAs and confidential things Charles has to keep to himself. If he has to leave suddenly for a confidential reason his partner will and has received a phone call that simply stated "He left at X time. You will be notified upon return." This never used to other his partner as much until the day they received the call that he "died" and another months later that he was actually alive. Their trust in him wavered so much then that they had to get counseling from Twinkletits at that point.

Explosive Emotions - Charles is the front of a lot of shit at work. He carries a lot home with him. He bottles a lot up for the sake of confidentiality and for the sake of his image. So there are times he tends to blow things out of proportion, or go off with out meaning to because he couldn't bottle any more. He needs a lot of TLC.

X- Xylophone (What song fits the relationship?)

Leather and Lace by Stevie Nicks and Don Henley

Y- Yearning (When do they miss their partner the most? What do they do to placate themselves in the mean time?)

Charles misses his partner the most while he is at work in his down time when his mind is free. If he's busy he still misses and yearns for them but it's not as much of a burning desire for them so he tries to busy himself so the time slips away faster.

Z- Zipper (Do they let their partner pick their outfits?)

YES. Charles has a horrible fashion sense LOL. Some believe it's because he's color blind. And that has some validity to it as he was diagnosed when he was little with a mild case of it but believed it would get better with age. He used to wear mismatched socks, God Awful suite and tie combos and brown and black shoe combos. Now his partner lays his outfits out for him at night so he doesn't have to choose.

These were so fun!!! I think I may just do the Sexy Alphabet in a few days after doing some more of these XD @ir0n-moon

[intheorangebedroom]

Pleased to meet you

The random HC edition!

Happy Frankie Friday, everyone!

I am very sorry this next chapter is taking so long. You can blame the fucking holidays that played with my mental health like it was a Kendama. It may not look like it, considering the length of this silly post, but I'm actively working on it.

As I've stated before, I have way too many HC about this story. Here are some, completely random, no one will care about. Enjoy!

[series masterlist]

(and please, why is his fucking belt UNBUCKLED)

Frankie

If you really want to know my Frankie, you can read this near extensive love letter, which was originally closer to a 10k ramble. Here's a few extra details (there are many more stored up in my sick brain).

Frankie will tell you that his favourite book is not The Master and Margarita. Don't believe him. That's a lie. Instead, he'll argue that it's In Cold Blood, by Truman Capote, All Quiet On The Western Front, by Erich Maria Remarque, a close second (which is a nod to myself about my next story). He also loves Gabriel Garcia Marquez. He used to read a lot more when he was in the Army, nowadays not so much, somehow.

His favourite movie genre is science-fiction, and his favourite movie of all time is Close Encounters of the Third Kind (can you guess why?) He also has a particular fondness for Solyaris, Sunshine and Monsters. And in a couple of years (PTMY is set in 2014-205) he will love Prospect (do I need to link that?). He also loves documentaries, especially the science ones.

His favourite bands are Jefferson Airplane (Grace Slick's voice does things to him) and, well, Fleetwood Mac, which is a sort of fandom consensus for P boys that they all like FM, right? His favourite song is Dusty Springfield's Windmills Of Your Mind, which he never told the boys because they would give him hell. It reminds him of his mother.

Izzy would like him to be more in touch, culturally speaking, with his Argentinian roots. But it's a very complicated topic for him. Argentinian cuisine is, however, by far his favourite (he loves good meat).

Frankie has a thorough, obsessive mind. When he gets into something, anything, he wants to know everything about it, understand how it works, break it down and rebuild it entirely, and he will spend months, sometimes years, fixated on the same book/movie/object/painting... woman.

Benny

Benny has never been much of a reader. But he's a music connoisseur with eclectic tastes. He's always looking to discover new music, and his favourite app is Radiooooo. Please don't talk to him about CDs, he will hurt you, vinyls are the only way to listen to music if it's not live. He has far too many favourite bands to list (and even I don't know most of them, they're too obscure).

His favourite movie genre is HORROR (capitalised because when he tells someone, it is always excitedly, and in a very loud voice) and his favourite movie is The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (close second: An American Werewolf in London). I have it down to his favourite scene, in case you're wondering just how crazy I am.

Don't let the golden retriever demeanour fool you, he's a very sharp, insightful movie watcher, he can break down any given scene for you and he has a passion for makeshift special effects.

He'll eat quite literally anything, especially if it has eggs or cheese in it (he's actually a very good cook, but you don't want to clean after him), but his favourite dish is his mother's mac & cheese, because he's cute like that.

Will

A word on my Will. He's a very refined, educated, sensitive man. A man of cold logic and rich inner world, complex thoughts and curated emotions. Will is an iceberg. We only see 10% of him. There is this original wound in his childhood only Ben knows about (it's a family thing), but one day in the near future he will tell Reader. He's a dreamer, and a romantic, as well as a very practical man, which in his unique case is not mutually exclusive. He and Reader are very alike and insanely close, I cannot stress that enough.

He enrolled after 9/11 because he thought it was his duty and he sincerely believed he was going to make a difference. He crashed so hard when he realised what was what. Still, he soldiered on, pun intended, because he had committed himself to the job. He is, as he himself puts it, a warrior, but he would have made a damn fine architect or artist.

When Jean left him, she broke his heart. It didn't make him bitter, however, on the contrary, he developed more empathy (which might come in handy... 👀). He is the only one who acknowledges the traumas they all went through and sought treatment for it.

He's not too big on movies, but his favourite is Citizen Kane (which Reader ADORES. I have so many HC about her, because I suck at reader's insert and she's a complete OFC without a name and a writer with the courage to formally declare her such). He likes classic rock and Debussy and trusts his little brother to make him discover new sounds.

ETA: His favourite novel is Anna Karenina.

Seriously? I've never loved a man so much while being not remotely attracted to them.

Santi

I'll be honest here, Santi is a bit of a mystery to me, and I spend just as much time trying to decipher him as I spend imagining Frankie's or the Millers' childhood (don't worry, I will spare you. For now).

We know what kind of music he listens to. Music for motivation, if you ask me. It's less about the tune itself than setting the mood in which he needs to be.

I believe he likes food. Good food. He will not, unlike Benny, eat anything, very far from it. His job is his life. But he does like to travel for leisure. Also, total lack of imagination on my behalf, here, but he's from Guatemala.

He and Frankie met first, at the very beginning of their military careers, but Frankie became very close with Will and even more so with Benny when they met later on. Santi and Frankie have a deeply rooted yet looser bond. They can go for months without talking to each other, but will very naturally pick up where they left off. Benny is Frankie's best friend. For now, at least.

Tom

Name one person who cares. Not me.

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Now ok, I hear you, you're screaming at your screen "did I just read a shittone of useless stuff I never asked for in the first place???" And please, mind you, I'm sparing you the HC on Izzy, Rosie and Yovanna. I'd just like you to know that Izzy's bi.

So to atone for that, I will tell you how the PTMY boys fuck.

Frankie

Frankie fucks with a vengeance. It's an outlet. A necessity.

However, nothing will happen until he's got his partner's explicit consent. Another consensus about Frankie, he is very respectful of women. It's in his nature, and Izzy did a very good job educating her little brother as a feminist.

His first kiss was Brionna (you better believe he got the girl he wanted. And she never regretted having him as her first kiss either) and his first time was with one of his sister's friends, Selena. He was a scrawny 15-year-old, however already very... charming, and... motivated. She was 19 and slightly condescending at first, like “ok, you cute, I'll take your virginity.” Let me tell you, she was in for quite a surprise. She certainly didn't expect him to make her come. This hard. Twice.

Like I said, obsessive and thorough... When he started being into girls, he downright studied the subject so he could master it and be the best. Not competitively, though. He's too selfless. He's a very tactile, sensory person. He needs to taste, inhale, touch. When he cares, his hands are on his partner, always.

Oh and Izzy got super pissed at him for fucking her friend.

Yes, his favorite meal is 🐱 and yes, he will make his partner come multiple times before he does anything else, but when he's done with that, he will turn them over and fuck into them at a punishing pace. That's why, in the darkest period of his life, he favoured intercourses with professionals. Who he also treats with the utmost respect. Over the years, 🐱 eating has become a quest. He's always and forever looking for your taste. And as he does, he'd rather not see his partner's face, so he can forget he most likely will never taste you again...

But it wasn't always like that. In college, he was literally drowning in 🐱, as word quickly got out of his prowess. And he was exceptionally soft on Pilar, the Mexican girl, the only woman he really ever had a relationship with, and boy, did he break her heart when he left. He had no intention of hurting her, and he tried his best to be gentle, but he felt like staying with her was being dishonest.

And of course, there's you.

Ok, one more for the road, because it makes me sweat.

Benny

Benny's quick (compared to the other ones) but deadly efficient. He's got stamina. He's playful. Sex with him is simple, and fun, and good. Very good. He will make his partner feel soooo good about themselves and their body. He's talkative (likes to let them know what's on the menu before he starts), and he'll be into whatever they're into. He. Is. Game. Toys? Alright! You wanna be tied up? Why not! You want him tied up? Let's go!

Oh and he's a tits man. And he likes ALL of them. Any shape any size any colour.

Will

Ah. Will. Will would rather be in love. But, you know. You can't always be. This said, no matter the circumstances, he will be entirely cued in to his partner, careful to please and to pleasure. Completely selfless as well. Also great stamina. Guess it runs in the family. But when he's in love? Phewwwww... When he's in love, his moves belong in a museum. It is ✨art✨

Santi

Santi is in for the performance. He's a showman. Which at times gets in the way of the result, despite him being a very good partner. Yovanna exposed him, on this one, though. Saw right through the bs and told him as much. And thus made him a much better lover...

I mean. Look at him strut... 🙄😏

Tom

Has a micropenis.

Alright, that's it! Are you still alive? Thank you for reading!

Trying my best to have chapter 13 ready by next Friday.

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[doukeshi-kun]

Haiii ^-^☆ cute face annon (ִ•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅) here!!

I wanted to share some cute and not so cute hcs that I have of our muse (Nikolai) :3

I talked a lot about him with curly or wavy hair and hzoakabsks I'm crazy about this hc!!!!! I love it when artists draw him with his hair like this and not with straight licked hair full of straightening

Nikolai would definitely be MUSCULAR imagine him having a chiseled body but not that much but enough to have defined abs and booba (🤤) I also think his thighs also have some muscles too duuhh and i fantasize a lot about him having a big ass...

OH OH AND HE ALSO HAS SLIGHTLY SPLIT TEETH!!! IT MUST BE SO CUTE HIM LAUGHING AND SMILING LIKE AN INSANE MANIAC AND THEN HAS 2 TEETH SEPARATED IN FRONT SAYING 'HAIII >.<' AND AND THEY ARE HXISJSBAOA CUTIES !!! Obviously it wouldn't be something that separate, but just a little bit that doesn't harm our boy.

he also has several scars all over his body and I think that in addition to the scar on his eye he has a small one on his mouth.. and the skin on his face is smooth and soft, I think he would have some small acne scars and small pores near the nose, but nothing that is frightening !!!

the hairs that grow on his body are white like his hair and are slightly curly, but they are not thick and not in great quantity, he has a little on his arms and legs, on his chest and a happy trail that goes from his navel to his glock, but he always trims them, but they're a charm too...

idk why but i think he would wear lip gloss or mascara...

he came from a poor family but I don't think he had mommy/daddy issues, it was a happy family until something happened, obviously. I also think that everyone in his family is beautiful, mainly his mom, his mother must have such big tits...

i think it would be wrong for me to hcs that he is neurodivergent because some people might think i'm 'romanticizing' or something, but for me he definitely has adhd and something like borderline...

more hcs soon (＞。☆) ~

first, about the hair — yeah i agree his hair isn't fully straight. i mean, the man isn't straight himself so🤷🏻‍♀️ and i find messy hair suits him and men more bcs they look sexy ehe

i don't think nikolai is muscular as fuck like toji ehgehehs but he does have refined muscles. not too obvious and not too subtle. it's there and firm. but i think his upper body is smaller than his lower half. like man got thighs. MAN GOT DEM THIGHS. HE CLENCHES HIS BALLS WITH HIS THIGHS WHEN HE SITS

and his ass will look square. idk dude's asses always look square asf. we can do pythagoras theorem on their asses

i think he has sharp canine teeth too. would look cuter.

and i agree with the acne scars hsgdhshs maybe not too obvious bcs i believe nikolai likes to make sure he looks clean as much as possible. maybe the area around his right eye is cleaner than any of the part on his face because he tends to cover it with his eyepatch.

HAPPY TRAIL hsgshshdjs nikolai's happy trail makes everyone happy <3 and yeh i don't think he shaves his body hair 100% smooth. he just trims it. maybe braids it too if he's feeling goofy

i don't think he wears mascara. but lip balm and lip gloss is likely. i think he likes the taste of flavoured lip gloss and sometimes he unconsciously licks his lips when he wears it (no i am NOT projecting😤)

he doesn't look like someone who has mommy/daddy issues, yeah. i do think he comes from poor family or at least, a family with unfortunate situation. i am not sure if his family is loving, but it's a nice possibility! not every morally grey character needs tragic family to justify their action and i think it will be beautiful regardless to his character if it's revealed that he suddenly feels living is brainwashing and decides to murder people to prove himself

and idk bout his mom uh you do you ig

i'm not sure he's neurodivergent. i don't wanna say something about the topic bcs i am not neurodivergent (or maybe i am idfk bro i don't go to doctors, i believe in warm lemon tea and ointment oil to cure flu so)