#B) im normal(lying)

[pup-pee]

bart having 2 learn how 2 run again would ruin me

[epicdogymoment]

gender and sexuality labels are so fucking hard how am i supposed to know how what i experience (already hard to pin down) compares to what "normal people" experience (completely unknown to me)

[insufferablemod]

i wanna draw so many things its insane n unfair that i dont have the time 2 do it all

[drop--pop--candy]

SIFFRIN DANCING. SIFFRIN DANCING. I AM SO ABNORMAL I AM GOING TO GO BONKERS RN. HEY GUYS DO U KNOW. WHO ELSE. DANCES. HI GUYS. HEY GUYS. SYMBOLISM,,,, MUSIC BOX SYMBOLISM,,,,,,,,,,,, DANCING AND SPINNING,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, AUGHHHHHHH FALLS OVER AND PASSES OUT

[fallow-grove]

*Aziraphale has been removed from this user's kinlist

[wooyoungbf]

chainsaw denji.... yes........

[pilmyeol]

stellaverse is about how to transition socially without leaving the closet. and also that maybe you shouldnt do that probably

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

──── FIRST KISSES, SECOND CHANCES . ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka he's this close to passing out because you're way too pretty and he wants to kiss you so bad—but he's an idiot, a loser in love, and totally losing his mind over you.

── sim jaeyun x f!reader ౨ৎ wc. 985 ⌗ fluff, kisskiss, jake is this close to going insane, mentions of jake wanting to die but not literally─poor guy is just losing his mind over y/n

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── omg tytyty everyone for the love with this series so far !!! i actually love jakeyn so much im so invested in this in ways that are highkey unhealthy...ANYWAYS! one of jake & yn's many firsts! writing this actually made me cheese so hard god im so single pls. jake is also like borderline unwell HAHA

It’s the kind of day where life feels like it’s straight out of a movie.

Soft sunlight, the perfect temperature, a gentle breeze, birds chirping. 

Perfect.

And yet—Jake wants to shrivel up into a hole and die.

The two of you are just lying there, propped up on your sides across from one another on the plush picnic blanket, an array of snacks and sandwiches (that Jake definitely didn’t wake up at 7AM to buy from the corner bakery you like so much in fear they would sell out before he had the chance to get them) scattered between you two, and you’re laughing at something he said—and god, he doesn’t even remember what he said—when it hits him.

And oh my god, it hits him hard.

He can’t think straight anymore.

Your eyes are sparkling like they always do when you laugh, your face is glowing with that effortless smile that makes him want to explode.

The way your hair blows slightly in the wind—how it catches the light in a way that makes him swear the sun only shines to make you glow. How your laugh just does something to him that makes it feel like the whole world stopped just so he could hear it.

And it’s all too much.

Jake feels his heart rate spike, his chest tighten, and before he knows it, he’s staring at your lips—just your lips—and your words are starting to sound like mush.

God, he wants to kiss you.

Like, really kiss you.

And the thought alone makes him feel like his heart’s about to break through his ribcage and find its way out of his chest.

But then, of course—the voice of reason pops in.

The same, annoying, one that always shows up right when he lets himself want this too much. The same one that fights him in this very, very common battle…almost daily.

Is this even a good idea? What if you’re not ready? What if it’s just too much, too soon for you?

What if he completely ruins everything before he even gets the chance to have it?

“Hey.”

Jake jolts out of his thoughts. You’re staring at him now, an amused smile playing at your lips as you nudge his arm.

“You okay?”

Jake blinks.

Forces his eyes back to your own (not her lips, Jake, not her lips, NOT HER LIPS).

Then, he clears his throat, shifting slightly as he tries his best to act normal.

“Yeah. Yeah, um, just—,” he places his sandwich down, his hands shaking slightly—god, Jake, “Just…still a little hungry.”

A beat of silence.

He immediately mentally smacks himself because, what the hell, Jake?

You raise an eyebrow.

“Jake, you literally just had a sandwich in your hands.”

“…Right, yeah. Right.”

Another beat.

Then—

You giggle.

Soft. Breathless. Perfect.

And Jake?

It ruins him.

He wants to jump off a cliff.

His heart is hammering, his vision is starting to go a little fuzzy, and he’s pretty sure he’s a solid two business seconds away from either a) passing out, or b) spontaneously combusting—whichever comes first.

He can’t focus. He can't think. He just—

He needs to kiss you.

Like, right now. Like, he literally cannot hold it together anymore.

So, without thinking—without giving himself any more time to overthink it—he leans in. Just slightly.

Your eyes widen, his breath catches, because—you’re so close and he swears you can probably hear his heart beating.

He smells your shampoo, his palms are sweating, and he’s definitely about to pass out, but all he can do is stare at your lips, then at your eyes. Then back at your lips again.

Jake doesn’t even think. He doesn’t even say anything. He just does it.

His lips press softly against yours—so gently at first that it’s barely there, as if he’s testing the waters, as if he’s expecting you to pull away.

But you don’t.

You don’t pull away.

And his heart explodes.

It’s instant. Everything falls into place in that very moment, every ounce of tension in his body immediately melts away.

Jake can’t help but sigh into the kiss, finally allowing himself to give in completely, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, holding you as if you’re something delicate—something so beautiful he could never dream of ruining.

And then you do something that completely, utterly, wrecks him—

You kiss him back.

Softly, almost shyly at first, like you’re just as overwhelmed as he is. But then—oh god—

Your hand goes up and your fingers curl into his collar, tugging ever so slightly, pulling him in even deeper, and Jake 100% knows he never wants to go back to what life was like before this moment.

He’s dizzy. Weightless. Completely and entirely yours in every possible way.

He also forgets how to breathe.

But that doesn’t matter.

Nothing else in the world matters except this kiss, except you.

Jake feels himself smiling into it—because, oh god, this is actually happening—and hears you giggle slightly as you finally pull away, a little breathless.

He’s starstruck, paralyzed. He’s still staring at your lips in disbelief, then back to your eyes, then back at your lips before blinking himself back to reality.

“That was—” he starts, but you cut him off.

“That was way too long coming, don’t you think?” you tease, your eyes sparkling, lips still tingling from the kiss.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he grins, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “But don’t worry. I’ll make up for lost time.”

You roll your eyes, but—there’s something about the way you look at him that makes him feel like the luckiest guy on the planet.

“I’m holding you to that, Jakey.”

And then—

You tilt your head up and press another soft, fleeting kiss to his lips before pulling back with the softest smile.

Yup.

He’s definitely the luckiest guy on the planet.

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[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

Hi!, I'd like to make a request :] Could you create a headcanon where the reader is a Cybertronian [gender-neutral] [romantic] and how Optimus, Elita, Bumblebee, and Megatron would react to receiving a kiss from the reader for the first time? (I find it interesting to think about this because I don't know if the culture of "kissing" exists in TFO—let's imagine that the reader just invented it out of nowhere XD).

♡ “KISS” — Introducing Them To Kisses [TFO]

hold up, anon. i think you're cooking with kissing not being in their culture… i only hope i have done this justice. AND UHHH I MAY… HAVE GONE OVERBOARD FOR MEGATRON im totally normal abt him

scenario: you kiss them for the first time, introducing Cybertron to what a kiss is.

warnings: non consensual kissing, tooth rotting fluff

including: Optimus, Elita, Bumblebee/B-127 and Megatron

BACKGROUND: for optimus, elita and bee

— You were wandering around the archives, just goofing off on your downtime; after Orion became Optimus Prime, he made sure that every bot had rightful access to information. Valuble databanks about the history of Cybertron, various sciences, medicine, weaponry, fighting styles all accessible to the general public of Iacon but you go through them for fun, unlike Wheeljack and Ratchet and a few others who go through them for genuine purposes. You scour through data to find something that catches your optics and…

— “How Organics Show Affection.” OH. Organics. You have seen those squishy things!... in old films and on those expiditions on the surface. Those things can show affection? Eh. Optimus did say they're sentient beings… It shouldn't be surprising. You click and you lean in, deeply interested.

— “Kissing?” What a strange new thing. You look at the images. Oh. They put their intake on things? Huh. How interesting. It looks pretty thrilling, especially when they put on intake on another. Organics call intakes mouth, if you remember correctly. You have to show this to…

Optimus:

— He was just standing there with his servos on his hips, watching the Autobots work hard. Optimus has had a rather busy day and he's pretty sure his schedule is free. He thinks. So when you come to him, Prime is beaming. Waving a greeting to you as he looks down at you.

— Optimus has his battle mask off, good. You can catch him by surprise. You ask him lean down. “Uh, okay?” He's confused and then you leave him gobsmacked as your dermas crash into each other, clear blue optics widening in utter shock. He can't keep his stoicism up for this one.

— Now, Optimus isn't a stranger to kisses but he isn't an acquaintance either. While he has never been kissed before, he knows what it is. He’s fooled around in the archives for a long time, he’s rummaged through records for vorns as a miner. He knows damn well it's a sign of affection and oh boy, is he flustered. Orion never really thought about kissing another bot, it was something that wasn't exactly Cybertronian so he never really… bothered to try it out.

— His vents huff out steam and his plating puffs up a little but he knows how to keep his composure so his plating does it for a mere moment. He goes speechless momentarily and you've got this sly smile on your face as if you don't know the gravity of what you've done!

— The feeling of your dermas on his, the warmth of your plating, the subtle brush of your EM field against his guarded one. It had his spark jumping to the back of his intake.

— The longer he stays frozen there, the more unsure you become. He doesn't realize that until you snap him out of it with; “...did …didn't you like it?”. He can see the regret wash over your features!

— “N-No! I.. I loved it. It just… uh…” There. Right there you saw your old Orion, just a glimpse but you saw him there. It made your spark all fuzzy.

— But right before he could ask if the both of you could do that again, he sees Prowl and Jazz coming up behind you to drag him off for his Prime-ly duties. He's never had such a deep frown before in his life. It's alright though, he just hopes he gets to show you what a real kiss is later on.

Elita One:

— Elita was busy barking out orders to cadets. She doesn't want to be mean (she does) but some of her old miners can't hold a blaster for scrap. So the pink bot is in a bad mood, her face has a citrus sour to it as she's mumbling something under her ex-vents while she's just standing by the railing of the terrace of some random building she can't really care of think about.

— And then you come in, her mood is a bit… less sour upon seeing your faceplates in her peripheral vision but she doesn't trust that.. gleam in your optics.

— “What are you upto?” She asks with that tone, the tone which tells you that she really isn't in the mood for any antics. But this was none of the usual antics. The way you say nothing has Elita raising her optical ridges as she turns to face you.

— You say you want to show her something. You know damn well you cannot catch her off-guard. So she obliges. And she… isn't disappointed when she feels your dermas gently brush against hers. It's soft. It's soothing. Elita finds this strange; act of putting intakes together? What do you even call this? Her spark sings a song in a beat it only does when the two of you are usually cuddled up against each other after she has a bad day.

— You pull away and she instinctively steps closer, chassis flush against one another a your optics lock on. Her servos hold onto yours with a near reverent touch, Elita can feel the heat rise up to her faceplates… The way her audial fins are perked up and she doesnt resist it in the slightest. Theres no onr around, after all.

— “Can we do that again?”

— She has a new favorite thing she wants to do when she has a bad day and she couldn't thank you enough for introducing this to her. Elita is more of an actions type bot, she enjoys acts of physical affection and service more than anything else.

B-127/Bumblebee:

— “HEYYYYY!!!” You don't need to go to Bee, Bee pretty much finds you almost all the time. The golden-yellow mech is waving at you as he approaches you. He's basically your shadow, the two of you are basically conjoined; always around each other. Incredibly attached. Bee is rambling about his day as the two of you walk when a thought creeps up your processor.

— “Hm. You want me to stand still? Okay.” He obeys what you ask almost immediately, Bee doesn’t even question what for. Not even when you lean in close, infact, he likes it! The comfort of your frame is more than anything he could ask for. The way your EM field brushes against his has him trying to suppress a wide smile.

— But then your derma meets his. And he just… blinks at you. Bee is confused. What was that? It was nice. Why did it feel nice?

— “What was that?” He asks, helm tilting slightly in confusion as you laugh a bit. You're still really close to him and his spark thrums, Bee really doesn't want you to pull away from him. He's always wanted to be close to you and whatever that was, was just about as close as two bots could go in his opinion. There was literally no space between the two of you! Just how he likes it.

— “Huh. A kiss.” Bee mumbles as he looks down for a moment. The gears in his helm turning, his faceplates heating up a bit as excitment builds up in his frame; its a sign of affection! To him! The fuzziness in his spark is getting stronger. He bites his lower derma for a moment, contemplating something with his gaze lowered. His vents puffing out steam and EM field practically radiating affection.

— “Can.. Can I give you one?”

— Bee isn't the best kisser but neither are you and the both of you are definitely going to be doing this more often. Practice makes perfect, after all.

— You're worried sick, hiding behind rocks. The Lord is injured. Megatron is down, helm cradled in your servos as his frame lays limp on your lap. The Quintesson ground troopers were far too strong. All of you fought valiantly but had to retreat when their ship enveloped the skies. This had become routine after D… Megatron's banishment. A stray shot from seemingly nowhere managed to injure Megatron and you made sure that filthy Quintesson you assumed to have harmed him paid with their life. You're freaking the frag out. Spark going a mile a minute and right now, you feel so small. So vulnerable. You don't realize Megatron is semi-conscious, his red optics are flickering. Your servos are cupping his face, as a digit caresses his cheek.

Megatron:

yes he gets it seperate

— “D…” Megatron can hear that wretched name spill from trembling dermas and it stirs him, he wants to give you a peace of his mind for using that name for him.

— You have absolutely no idea what happened, or why it happened, or even how it happened but this urge from deep down in your spark swelled up when you saw Megatron laying there, knocked almost unconscious with his helm on your lap and you can’t help but think of how you could’ve almost lost him.

— Meanwhile, Megatron was just about to get up and yell at you to get your servos off of him. It takes a lot more than a simple cheap trick-shot from the sky by Starscream of all mechs to take down Megatron and he's insulted that you think he'd offline from something like that. Speaking of that, he's furious. But what you did next had his crimson optics wide. You leaned your helm down and your dermas met his, in a manner so soft and chaste it had his own spark thrumming the way it used to when he'd lay his optics on you as a miner.

— The moment you pull back and see that he was in fact, conscious, you make a face that snaps Megatron out of his shock. The way your vents puffed out some steam and your fans clicked; you were flustered beyond measure. Certainly embarrassed.

— And looking at you from this angle, how vulnerable you look, as if you genuinely thought you might’ve lost the only thing in the universe you care about, it takes him back to a different time. For once, the anger and hatred in his spark soothes as a sense of… something akin to nostalgia takes over. Your servos pull away from his faceplates to cover your own from sheer mortified embarrassment at your impulsive action and the loss of your warmth makes him frown. The tenderness in your EM field was unmistakably affection and he knew it.

— “...do it again.” Megatron practically commands but there's something softer in his tone. He doesn't know what the action is called but he certainly… Liked it more than he should. You look absolutely confuddled, servos moving away from your face as you’re looking down at him with wide optics. Like you're not sure you heard him right. You honestly thought he was going to yell at you.

— “Don't make me repeat myself.” The softness ebbs away slowly with more time you take and you lean back down, cradling his face again as you kiss his nasal ridge this time. Megatron found himself… enjoying it, his spark flutters despite the damage his frame had taken. The feeling of your dermas against his faceplates was thrilling almost, especially against his own dermas. The warmth of your faceplates, you're still embarrassed. Megatron decides it a good look on you.

— “...” He looks at you almost as if he's peering through your spark with his derma pursed into a thin line, searching for something in your optics before saying; “...again, where you did it the first time.”

— You've soothed him. So that means you've spared Starscream from a brutal beatdown and replaced it with just a beatdown.

— He's definitely going to have a more private session with this new activity back at the makeshift Decepticon base. He doesn’t even know what its called, not even you know what its called and Megatron could care less. He could live with that. You've invented something new that the two of you could cherish between yourselves.

i lowkey love people requesting for elita, she may or may not be a 'literally me' character also shoutout to that one anon that requested blackarachnia cause we really don't have enough fics about the fembots

[isasweetie]

⋆˚࿔ the way 𝜗𝜚 ˚⋆ — jj maybank and pogue!princess!reader

“ you a princess to the public, but a freak when it’s time, “

cw ; making out, reader tries to go further, ‘mama’ and ‘princess’ nickname, drunk!reader.

jj had bought the hot tub a year ago, during a moment of rage and upset, and he thought the pogues would instantly return his reckless decision and get the restitution money back — news flash, he was wrong.

there have been many parties in the fun hot tub, getting drunk and splashing around with the pogues, tonight was no different. it started out normal and fun, sipping drinks and giggling and talking about stuff that would make no sense to a sober person. then kie and pope left to have some ‘alone time.’

“oh my god, jj, you know what that means right?” you giggling, sipping your vodka pink lemonade.

“what, mama?” he knows what, he’s just entertaining you because you’re cute when you’re drunk — not like he’d ever admit to thinking that.

“means theyre gonna go do it,” john b even laughs at that, which makes you laugh more. “thought you liked her, jayj,” you say after the giggles stop.

“who? kie?” he asks, faking obliviosness.

“mhm,”

he shakes his head. “nah. no, she’s all pope’s. plus, shes like, a bop, always going after another guy,”

“ew, jj, don’t say bop,” john b cringes.

“then who do you like?” you ask, too drunk to care that you’re prying.

“can’t tell you that, ‘s a secret,”

“jayj, thats no fun!” you pout, gently pushing his bicep which makes him laugh. “just tell me, probably won’t even remember tomorrow,”

“yeah yeah. maybe later,”

sarah whispers something to john b and he makes up some shitty excuse and leaves.

“dunno why everyone is hooking up,” you say. “‘s dumb, don’t like being the only single one,”

he rolls his eyes. “i’m single too, mama, y’not the only one, i feel you,”

“yeah, but you like someone. you always get who you like, it’s how you work,”

“what, and you don’t? huh? remember in sophomore year when you kissed topper thornton because you had that kook phase?”

“it was a peck, we didn’t even make out,” you argue. “never made out with anyone before,” you murmur under your breath.

his eyebrows furrow. sorry, did he hear you right? “what?” he asks, implying that you repeat yourself louder.

“i’ve never made out with anyone before.” you admit a bit louder.

“c’mooon,” he takes a sip of his beer. “that’s not true. you’re drunk, stop lying,”

“m’not lying!”

the water moves as he gets a bit closer to you. “y/n, im 100% sure you’re lying. i mean come on, you’re the prettiest girl on the island, you’ve even got kooks, like — rafe cameron type shit — going after you. and you’ve never made out with someone?”

you splash him with the hot water. “stop rubbing it in,”

“hey hey, not trying to be mean, mama,”

“just because you’re always making out with girls doesnt mean that everyone does. you’re a player,” the insult is obviously not said seriously.

“hey, i ain’t a player, i just..” you roll your eyes. “you’re gross,” you say, but you’re back to smiling.

“i could always help you out. i mean cmon, it would be fun, having someone you’re close to being your first. not some random kook,”

“what do you mean?”

“i’m just saying that if you need it, i got it. i got it everyday.”

so you’re not exactly sure when you ended up on your best friend’s lap, but you really like it. being on top of jj maybank, the cutest surfer and pogue in town, a literal light in the OBX. you’re having fun, giggling between kisses when he says something silly or gets dramatic when you nip his lower lip. it’s like he’s putting on a show to make you more comfortable. your hand is tracing his abs underneath the water, feeling him up, your other hand on his shoulder. his hands are everywhere — like, literally everywhere your pink bikini doesn’t cover. it’s clear he’s been wanting to do this for a while.

you two take breaks to have a sip of your drinks and get more drunk and have more fun. he tries a sip of your vodka lemonade and cringes at the sweetness, and you giggling and kiss him again. your lipgloss is making his lips and neck and jaw all sticky. he wonders where you got so good at this.

you go to feel him through his swim trunks, and he stops you, grabbing your poorly polished hand. “what?” you ask, smiling dropping.

“hey, c’mon, don’t wanna steal all your firsts in one night,” he squeezes your waist.

“when did you become responsible?”

“since now.”

you groan. “but i love the way you make me feel. do you not like me like that?”

“hey, princess, i got some feelings for you i’m not gonna get bored of. but let’s take it slow for me too, mkay mama? so it’ll be a first for me too.”

with that, you nod and go back to kiss him.

[arsenic-clownip]

this disability pride month, include anosmics and ageusics.

this disability pride month, stop using the s slur, saying "delulu" "delusional" "deluled" ect when you disagree with someone, stop using "sch*zoposting" and just overall treat schizospecs better.

this disability pride month, stop saying "psychopath" "sociopath" and "narcissistic".

this disability pride month, be kinder to people who hallucinate and experience delusions.

this disability pride month, stop stupidifying those who have trouble with "basic skills", people with learning disabilities, ect.

this disability pride month, stop villanising cluster b's.

this disability pride month, stop saying youre such a "pyromaniac" for lighting something on fire or saying youre "a kelpto" because you stole something.

this disability pride month, stop fakeclaiming did/osdd systems.

this disability pride month, stop saying "im so ocd" after cleaning something up.

this disability pride month, stop being rude and impatient with people with intellectual disabilities.

this disability pride month, stop infantilising non verbal people.

this disability pride month, stop treating autism and adhd as the cutesy disorders.

this disability pride month, stop excusing yourself by lying that youhave adhd when youdont. people need those recourses, youdo not get to take them away.

this disability pride month, normalise people with little to no empathy.

this disability pride month, stop using "attention seekers" (especially on your fellow hpds and npds).

this disability pride month, stop reality checking those who dont consent to it.

this disability pride month, stop bullying those who "smell bad" or "look weird" or whatever. (you never know what someones going through)

this disability pride month, stop giving weird looks to those who have bald spots, or cant stop picking their nose, or cracking their knuckles or whatever. (this is mainly focused on bfrbs)

this disability pride month, stop saying "everyone has anxiety" to those with anxiety/panic disorders.

this disability pride month, be normal about zoocanthropes/lycanthropes.

this disability pride month, treat those with personality disorders like youwould any other person.

this disability pride month, just stop bullying little people. just acknowledge people with dwarfism.

this disability pride month, dont stare at that mobility aid user so much. eyes off of them, they dont need to be in the spotlight for a physical disability. (unless they want to xoD /silly)

this disability pride month, stop judging those with facial/body deformities

this disability pride month, be normal about those with physical disabilities, and stop silently judging them.

this disability pride month, stop saying "pride month 2" or "wrath month". we dont even acknowledge disability pride month at all.

this disability pride month, stop differentiating "queer pride month" and "disability pride month" as "pride month" and "disability pride month". they are both pride months so call them by their full names.

this disability pride month, acknowledge not all disabilities are visible.

this disability pride month, give up your seat to someone who needs it.

this disability pride month, actually treat disabled people with rights and respect.

disabled people are people too. you failing to acknowledge that is your abelism. treat us like youd treat any other normal human being. and maybe, just maybe, after this disability pride month, youcan start treating disabled folks like living beings of society and not like your little pity pets/scary monsters/silly cutesy babies.

[midnight--sadness]

Idc if it’s a/b/o, trans male Gi-hun, or what, but I am absolutely enraptured by the thought of Gi-hun pussy to the point that I think In-ho is possessing me. I just KNOW that Gi-hun will wake up to In-ho eating him out sometimes, face buried in him while he grabs Gi-hun’s soft hips and squeezes them. Gi-hun gets so wet and needy, tugging In-ho’s hair and begging him to keep going.

In-ho is obsessed with his pussy, and his soft tits, cute waist, his ass, things Gi-hun were always embarrassed by, but In-ho absolutely adores him. He especially adores getting to fuck Gi-hun, especially if he’s also holding a vibrator to his clit, to hear pretty moans, watch him thrash and squirm under him, while he fucks him so hard Gi-hun squirts and makes a mess of himself, the sheets, and In-ho. I am a very normal individual

me reading this

10 outta 10 ask, anon, i have no notes 🫶😌

we all need an exorcism to get rid of inho's spirit.... it is the reason why we are so horny and keep thinking abt the gihussy 😤 (i'm lying)

mans is down there so much he could draw a map of gihun's pussy from memory

HE LOVES GIHUN AND GIHUN'S BODY SO MUCHHHHH IM CRYING 😭😭😭😭😭

also..... gihun squirting..... delicious 😣

[il0veaphr0dite]

HURT

A/N: IM BACK!!!! sorry I've been gone awhile, I was going to start writing last month but the school started and all that AND as an apology I will be doing kinktober for the first time! (let me know if i made any errors)

PAIRING: gn!reader x minho

SUMMARY: Minho came back from the maze with a sprained ankle after running into a griever.

WARNINGS: nun but a little spice and Minho being down bad

WORD COUNT: 1665

You were in the Medhut organizing the new supplies that came up the box, while Jeff and Clint were lying on the beds.

You sighed, turning towards them “Could you guys at least help me?”

Jeff propped his head on his arm, turning towards you “We could”

Clint sat up as he added “But we don't want to”

You rolled your eyes as you turned around to continue organizing when you heard the beds creek behind you.

You turned around to see Jeff and Clint had stood up from their previous positions, their eyes on the door.

You followed their gaze to see Ben with his arm around Minho.

Instantly, you all rushed to action, helping Ben get Minho to one of the beds.

After you all laid him down, you went to grab some supplies and came back to see Minho trying to get up.

Jeff lightly pushed him, his head hitting the pillow again “You need to lay down”.

He rolled his eyes “I'm fine”.

“If you were, you wouldn't be here,” You countered “Is there anything that hurts?”

“No, because like I said before—I'm fine”

“What happened out there?” Clint said.

“We were doing our normal run then a shucking griever came out of nowhere” Ben explained “We ran hoping to lose it so we don't lead it here” Ben gestured towards Minho “We turned a corner and this shank tripped on a vine”

Jeff made a move to touch Minho’s ankle but Minho slapped his hand away.

“I can’t look at your ankle if you don’t let me touch you” Jeff snapped.

Minho glared at Jeff “I don’t shucking trust you”

Jeff scoffed then turned to you asking “You got this, right?” before he and Clint dashed out of the Medhut.

You sighed, turning to look at Ben with a pleading look.

He locked eyes with you before saying “Look, I would stay, but I have to go map.”

You sighed as you watched him leave.

As you were grabbing supplies, you felt Minho's gaze on you.

Once you turned around you made eye contact. Flustered, you look away as you set the supplies on the table next to Minho’s bed.

Helping Minho sit at the edge of the bed, you grabbed a chair and sat facing the edge of the bed, carefully taking his ankle and placing it in your lap.

You reached to the table by the bed and grabbed a pack of ice, carefully placing it on his ankle, earning a hiss from Minho.

You look up at him, apologizing “Sorry, tell me if I'm applying too much pressure”

He gave you a nod, watching you adjust the ice pack to a different part of his ankle.

After a moment of silence, you ask “Are you okay?”

“Honestly, I thought I wasn’t gonna make it,” He said with a sad smile on his face,” I told Ben to run, but that idiot shank helped me. But then again who could leave the most handsome glader behind?” he said, causing you both to laugh.

You were relieved that nothing worse happened to him. You would never admit it but you had a crush on Minho. You didn't know if it was the way he always asked you how your day was, or how he always helped you carry the new supplies to the Medjack hut.

Newt knew about your crush on Minho—well everyone did but you only admitted it to him—and he encouraged you to confess. But you never did because—truth be told— you were scared of being rejected and potentially ruining your friendship if he didn't feel the same way.

You had your suspicions at times that he felt the same, considering the amount of time you had caught him looking at you but you always thought it was nothing.

You began to wrap his ankle, trying not to put too much pressure—when a hiss escaped his lips.

Your eyes shot up to his, quickly apologizing “Sorry, I’ll be more careful”

You expected him to nod or give you an “Okay” but instead, a smile reached his lips, and he let out a small laugh.

“I'm kidding, lighten up,” he said.

“Very funny shank, you're lucky it wasn't worse.” You retorted as you finished wrapping his ankle. “Be more careful out there”, you said, getting up and placing his ankle on the chair you were sitting on.

He smirked, looking up at you, “I will”

After gabbing supplies to clean his cuts, you stood in between his legs. You put one of your hands on his jaw, turning his head slightly to the side.

You began carefully cleaning his cuts, too focused to notice his eyes on you.

He loves watching you worry over him and how gently you are when cleaning his wounds. And he especially loves the way you tilt your head back when you laugh, and how your smile instantly energizes him after a long day of running. To put it simply, he was…in love.

You being this close to him makes him want nothing more than to kiss you but he had to take it slow—after all, he wasn't completely sure you liked him. So instead he let his hands rest on your hips.

This action made you instantly aware of the situation, your breath hitched as your eyes locked

His hand reached up and cupped your cheek.

You let out a whisper, “Minho..” but it came out as a plea.

As his name left your lips, his heart began to beat faster and faster as your face grew closer. The smell of grass, wood, and a hint of sweat filled your nostrils.

Then he kisses you, tasting the sweetness of your lips, he never wants to stop. It went from a passionate kiss to something more. It was as if he’d gotten something he’d longed, craved, and ached for.

You both came up for air, his eyes searching for any sign of regret before hungrily pressing his lips against yours.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, causing you to let out a gasp of surprise.

You could feel his lips turning up into a smirk as you attached your hands to his hair, tugging on it.

He let out a groan, his hands sliding under your top, grazing your bare hip.

Tugging you forward, your legs moving between his. You feel his hard erection press against your pants.

You move your hand into his pants and begin palming his erection gaining a whimper in response.

You suddenly become aware of your surroundings, making you realize anyone could walk at any time.

You pull away “Minho..we can’t, not now.”

He looked up at you with passion, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips.

“Please (Y/N)..” he pleaded, that only made you want to give in but you knew you couldn't— at least not now.

“It's not that I don't want to, it's just that anyone could walk in on us.”

His grip on your bare hips tightened, “So let them, they’ll know you’re mine—you always were.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping away but couldn't fight the smile that appeared on your lips, “Come on Minho, you need to get some rest”

A frown places itself on his lips, “But I don't want to rest—I want you”

You gave him a quick kiss before carefully moving his leg off the chair and onto the bed.

“Get some rest Minho, please” you begged, knowing how hard-headed he was.

A defeated sigh escaped his lips. Just as you were helping him lay down the door to the Medhut opened.

Newt, Jeff, and Clint walked through the door stopping at Minho’s bed.

Rolling his eyes he asked, “What do you shanks want?”

Jeff opened his mouth but quickly closed it before sending a pleading look to Clint and Newt.

Neat sighed as he stepped forward and began,” Minho, you’re going to have to take a few days off— maybe even a week.”

As soon as the words left his mouth Minho sat up from the bed, getting ready to leave.

“Minho wait-”

“You need to rest-”

“You can't run like this”

Everyone began protesting at once, going to lay Minho back down.

He turned his head to Newt, “You can't be serious, I have to run.”

“But you can't Minho.” Newt protested.

“Come on Newt, we both know that once you leave here I'm going to find a way into that maze”

“That's why (Y/N) is going to take care of you and make sure you’re not going anywhere near that maze.”

Your eyes widened at the next set of information, “Why me?”

“Because while he's not letting Jeff or Clint lay a hand on him, he seems to have no problem with you touching him,” he said, gesturing to his bandaged ankle.

“I don't need a babysitter,” Minho said coldly

“Really?” Newt said, slightly amused. “You’re the one who said you'll head straight into the maze as soon as we leave.”

He stared at a defeated Minho before adding,” Stay and rest or you'll be taking more than a few days off.”

He glanced at Minho one last time before he, Jeff, and Clint made their way out of the Medhut.

You glanced down at Minho with pity, you knew how badly he wanted to find an exit.

“Minho I know you want to find an exit but we can't have our keeper of the runners run with a sprained ankle.”

He sighed,” I know..”

You wrapped your arms around him, his head nestled into your neck.

Pulling away you said,” Get some rest”

He shuffled to the left side of the bed, patting the space next to him,” Lay with me?”

Nodding, you lay down next to him. He moves his hand to your waist, pulling you closer and nuzzling his head into your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Goodnight, Minho”

“ ‘Night, (Y/N)”

And you both fell asleep holding each other.

lmk what you think and if i should do a part 2 !!

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she put my name in yellow hearts 💛 c.s

she put my name in yellow hearts 💛

you giggled at the short form video playing on your phone, someone making a cringy face when the lyric hits “yellow hearts..”

you sent it to chris. this was normal. an every day routine. music playing through your tv, being sunk into chris’s hoodie, and spamming his phone like a crazy man. chris replied.

“don’t you have something better to do then spam my phone kid.”

“hey what happened to free rights”

“ykw you should use those rights and drive here..wink wink?”

“i KNOW you didn’t just say wink wink”

“you know you love it

i bet your giggling your feet n shit behind the screen”

“actually can you come here (that was a threat)”

“b there in 10 💛 (alright 😬)”

“hehe wink wink yay”

….

you drove yourself over to their house, bringing nothing but yourself, wallet, and his hoodie.

once you settled in, lying on chris’s chest with his arms lazily wrapped around you, he looked down at you and asked-

“hey, ma, i have a question.”

“hmm?” you mummered.

“do you know you send different heart colored emojis when you feel different things.”

you blinked, not expecting him to say that.“i’m feeling pretty annoyed right now” you said with closed eyes, nonchalantly and sleepily. but your heart beats were acting the opposite.

“no, actually. like, pink heart means your just using it normally, white means you love whatever shit they said, but yellow means you love love whatever.” 

chris felt embarrassed when you didn’t speak for a few seconds, thought you were already sleeping and he was talking to nothing but air. you blinked unknowing what to say.

“i know i worded that wrong— sorry that was stupid shit. you can sleep now baby.”

“chris.. i- i dunno what to say.”

silence filled the air. your vanilla perfume filled the room while you lied there, in awe.

did he really pay attention to little stuff like that?

to stuff no one else notices?

you knew you had the heart habit, just never knew anyone else knew.

but there was chris.

the person who knows you like no one else, who loves you like no one else.

after a few minutes, chris almost asleep, you spoke once again.

“thank you baby for noticing the little things.”

chris lips turned into a smile. a smile only you know. not foreign. not unknown. a smile only for you.

“of course ma. always.”

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y/n 💛

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yellow hearts for you, always n forever.

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okay doc *lies down on the therapy couch* tell me about aspd Ivan

(you don’t have to obviously I’m just curious)(love you)

hello valued patient, i will very gladly tell you about aspd ivan. (love you too tysm for the question)

before i start this i just want to add a disclaimer that i do not have aspd. if anyone with aspd says i'm wrong on this definitely believe them before me, this is just a personal headcanon. (i have discussed this with a friend w aspd who agrees with me and im in a similar wheelhouse to aspd, so i have a good amount of knowledge due to that and a lot of research, which is where the headcanon stems from)

okay, so to fully speak about how and why i see ivan with aspd i'm going to also mention the other pd i headcanon ivan with because i want to fully express my perception of him. i personally interpret ivan as having an aspd/npd combination (aspd im more sure of). i see aspd as something ivan was born with a predisposition for (reduced gray matter in the brain, less MAO-A, etc) that got solidified in his very early childhood growing up in the slums and going through the whole 'hung off the top of a building and threatened with death if he didn't make the cut' thing. genetics and trauma, the usual causes. npd is something i imagine him developing later on in life ofc, slowly over time. his chosen survival method being creating a fake persona others admire and his nonexistent self worth & horrible self loathing lead to him developing it (kind of as a subconscious coping mechanism).

okay, with that out of the way, why do i think ivan has aspd?

well. there are a lot of reasons. for one, vivinos and qmeng themselves say that ivan doesn't experience emotions in the same way others do, that he has a 'twisted' personality, he manipulated others to 'play with their feelings', that there was 'something off' about him, etc. while the way these are worded are a little,, derogatory,, it's all very important to ivan's character.

ivan's emotions are muted and dulled compared to others', he literally physically cannot experience them in the same way neurotypicals (in terms of pds) can. from that and other examples in alnst (setting up the wagyein incident w mizi & till, his reaction to his win in r3, his lack of care when it comes to lying & manipulation, etc) it can be pretty safely assumed that ivan doesn't really experience empathy. that's why he learns from other's visible emotions and mirrors them, because he doesn't feel them and instead adopts other people's reactions so he can react/act accordingly/'normally' (specifying here that not having empathy does not mean someone cannot feel sympathy or care about anyone. empathy is being able to feel/pick up on someone else's emotions it does NOT mean someone is uncaring okay thanks moving on).

ivan's tendency to manipulate and lie isn't really explicitly shown much in alnst but the implications are there and very telling imo. before i get into this i want to also specify that 'manipulate' is not the big scary evil word most people think it is and literally everyone does it. to manipulate is to try to have control over a situation, to influence someone/something to get your ideal outcome/get your needs met. many people with cluster b pds learn to manipulate from a young age as a survival mechanism because it is the only way to get the things they need. in ivan's case, his entire fake persona for the aliens and his placations and straight up lying to his peers/teachers/fans etc about his feelings and personality is all manipulation to paint himself in a more favorable light so he has a higher chance of survival. i also wouldn't put it past him to casually manipulate other students at anakt when he was younger so he could learn/observe more things (which was shown with the wagyein incident but i imagine that wasn't the only occasion). i've talked about ivan using subterfuge and disguising his actual intentions behind his odd behaviors which, yk, is manipulation.

when it comes to violence, ivan really doesn't seem to be outwardly violent unless provoked, but when he is he's uncaring about the pain he's causing the other (till lmao) and more focused on what he gets out of the exchange (till's attention & expressions and, imo, a physical stress release). i wasn't sure i was going to bring it up bc i wasn't going to get into the whole pwaspd are violent thing (i dont think it's true for everyone. thoughts and urges are different than actions) but i wanted to talk about ivan's lack of awareness when it comes to it. he impulsively fights back, doesn't pull his punches, and revels in it.

there's also his apparent lack of remorse for his actions (stepping on the flower crown, fighting till, leading mizi and till into danger, all that) and impulsivity when he's not masking (though i consider ivan to be a more calculating individual, a lot of his interactions with till show him doing things impulsively). his difficulty in forming intimate emotional connections with others, his lack of self worth and general lack of care for his own wellbeing, his fatalistic world view.

all of these are symptoms of aspd. im not going to pull out the dsm-5 (ew) because i hate the way it words things (love stigma against mentally ill folks), but all of the things i talked about go along with aspd, which is why i personally think ivan has it. a genetic predisposition, a fuckton of trauma in early childhood (qmeng refers to his time in the slums as a 'dark past') and onward through anakt and beyond, and his lack of emotional understanding. all of it lends itself to aspd. i think this adds a whole new level of understanding to ivan and his reasons for things and just. why he is the way he is. and figuring this out for myself made me love ivan all the more. all of the alnst characters are just traumatized kids who never learned how to live and be human and ivan having an even different baseline than most others put him even more at a disadvantage.

i just want to, like. give this guy therapy or at least make sure he knows that it’s not his fault that his mind works the way it does and there’s nothing wrong with it. and with that, i shall end it here LMAO. tysm rock for the ask ik i asked if you were okay with an essay but this is longer than i anticipated skxjsn i hope you liked it!! and if anyone has any other questions about aspd or npd ivan lmk personality disorders are one of my special interests i love talking about this stuff ajxnsn

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TOO SILLY

PART 1>> SILLY

Leo Valdez x Hermes!Reader

"I cannot tolorate this behavior. How many times have I warned the Hermes cabin about the consequences of your actions already? Blowing up the kitchen? Way too far."

Chiron was walking back and forth, the Hermes cabin stood in a straight line as he confronted you guys.

"Every day, cabin 11 always has to do something. And I understand that it's in your DNA. But blowing up the kitchen? Do you understand how bad that is? I want the person who did it to step forward right now or else there will be consiquences for the entire cabin."

No one made a move.

Chiron walked over to Connor Stoll. "Mr. Stoll. You sure you don't know about anything."

Connor did know. He knew lal to well. But Connor ain't no snitch.

"Yes, Chiron. I have no idea what might've happened." He answered the centaur.

Chiron noddd and muttered something in Acient Greek before moving onot Chris Rodriguez. "Mr. Rodriguez. I'm sure you would tell me if you knew about anything. After all, you want to win our trust back, don't you?"

Using his betrayal against him?

Low move.

"I'm so sorry, Chiron, but I really don't know. I swear that I would tell you if I did."

Oh Chris was such a good brother. Lying to Chiron for you and your bloved boyfriend.

That's when the centaur got to Travis. And Travis truly did not know what had happened. You hadn't told him. So this should be done soon.

"Mr–the other Stoll. What can you tell me?"

Travis took a deep breath. "Well.. Sir.. considering it was a fire in the kitchen, maybe it was the doing of Leo Valdez."

SNITCH!

Chiron hummed at that. "Leo Valdez, huh? Well then Im' gonna have to talk to him about his punishment."

No.

He couldn't punish Leo.

You couldn't let him.

So without thinking, you stepped forward, earning looks form all your sibling.

"Mrs. Y/l/n?" Chiron frowned.

"Yes, sir. It was me." You admit to him. "Are you sure that you're not just doing this to keep your boyfriend out of trouble?" He asked you.

You nodded. "Yes. I wanted to make me some food because I was hungry, so I broke in and made that foor, but I accidently burned it." You inform him.

He nodded. "Very well. Then you must come wiht me to discuss your punishment. The rest of the Hermes children are free to go."

Oh, the things you do for Leo Valdez.

Right now you were out in the fileds nearby the stables shoveling pegasus poop.

It was your second–maybe third punishment of the day.

You could hear footsteps behind you, but made no move to look up. "How's it going mamacita?" You recognized that smug tone everywhere.

Yet you didn't respond.

You felt two warm arms wrap around your waist and a chin rest on your shoulder. "Have the flying horses been nice to you?" Leo smiled against your skin.

"Yes. The pegasus' have been extra nice by leaving me so much poop to clean. Thank ypu, Leo, for asking." You respond.

Leo frowned, tilting his head. "Wait, you're actually upset?" He questions. He wasn't used to seeing you like this. Normally you were all happy and silly.

You scoff. "No, I'm loving this." You said as you kept working on shoveling the poop, but Leo's arms never left you.

"I know what you did for me.. Connor told me. That's really sweet of you, mami." The latino pressed a kiss to your shoulder after he said that.

You shrug. "Well I happen to b just very in love with you." You mutter.

"Well you're in luck! I'm very in love with you too! That's why I called Travis over here for a nice prank." He smirked against your skin which made you frown.

"Huh?" "What? You think he could snitch on me and get my girlfriend in trouble and just get away with it? Oh hell nah, I've spend to much timewith Hermes children to not do anything about it."

Just when he said that, you saw Travis walking around in the field.

Leo tiltd your face into your brother's direction for you. "Ooh, you wanna see this. Just watch till he steps in there."

And when Travis did, a ton of pegasus poop exploded into hsi face.

And his reaction? Priceless.

Of course you had to laugh. You're a child of Hermes, what else could make you laugh more then a good prank?

You bit your lip. "That was.. a decent first prank, Leo." He kissed your cheek. "Learned from the best." He told you. You laughed. "Just you wait until Connor finds out you said that."

Leo just admired you. You're beautiful smile was back. That's all that truly mattered to him.

"I missed that." He said in awe.

"What?"

"Seeing you smile."

"It's been one day."

"One day too long."

With that, he grabbed an extra shovel. "Now, I figured I migth help since we're both in this." He said, leaning against the shovel.

You rolled your eyes. "Why are you really helping?" He gasped dramatically. "I can't help my girlfirend with the punishment I caused her?"

"You want something in return." You state. "You know me so well." Your boyfriend responds. "What is it?" He smirked. "You know what I want, cariño." He said.

"Bésame, mi amor."

And of course you kissed him!

This is Leo Valdez we're talking about!