#I hate feeling insecure and awkward and dumb

[muiromem]

Love how I think I'm fine and not as self-conscious as I used to be, but then I'll randomly be hit by this gigantic wave of embarrassment over completely trivial things 😭

So... I installed a new shelf in my room to display some Star Trek memorabilia. Along with some tricorders, a hand-made tribble, etc. this also means I now have room to display my AOS McCoy costume card, and the two Tom Paris cards (regular and a cool film cell one) that I bought last year.

The thing is... my parents (whom I live with) don't know that I have a big stupid crush on Tom Paris???

And it shouldn't MATTER really, but they dunked on his character SUPER hard in the beginning - which, I get - but now because of that, my stupid anxiety brain is embarrassed that they're going to judge me for it. For that same reason, they don't even know that he's possibly my favorite character (they didn't even warm up to him until at least the end of season 3).

Now, admitting he's my favorite character from Voyager and using that as an excuse for having 2 cards of him would be one thing; except that my walls are ALSO full of photocards of Jin from BTS. My parents KNOW that I have a huge crush on Jin, hence the massive card collection (which is my love of trading cards meeting my BTS obsession and crush). So there's no way they won't put two and two together and realize I'm crushing on Tom too.

Now I'm torn between wanting to display my Tom Paris cards because of course I do, but also feeling stupid and awkward like a dumb teenager, because I'm still embarrassed over finding a tv character hot.

UGH WHY CAN'T MY BRAIN JUST BE NORMAL ☠️

[kxsagi]

Hii!!!

I love ur writing so so so much. Genuinely i’ve been reading EVERYTHING. I was wondering if you could do one abt reader being really insecure about her thighs and stomach.

Tysm!

“𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞? 𝐦�� 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞”

a/n: thank you so much for your support!!! i hope this could make you smile :)

and yes the title is a lana reference (i’m just so inspired by lyrics today)

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, niko ikki, kaiser michael, ness alexis, karasu tabito, shidou ryusei

itoshi rin

you're standing in front of the mirror frowning at your thighs when rin walks in. 

"what are you doing?" he asks like you're plotting a heist. 

"just… nothing," you mumble, tugging your shirt down over your stomach. 

he immediately knows something’s up. rin doesn't do emotions, but he does read you like a book. 

“you’re doing the self-hate monologue again, aren’t you.” 

you nod. he just sighs deeply and grabs your face like he's about to deliver a dramatic anime speech. 

"i need you to understand something." 

"… okay?" 

"your thighs are incredible. like, dangerously hot. people would pay to get crushed between them." 

"rin." 

"no. and your stomach? i literally fall asleep holding it every night. it’s the safest place on earth. i’m not even joking." 

later that night he buries his face into your stomach and mumbles, “see? perfect pillow. i win.” 

itoshi sae

you make a self-deprecating joke about your body and sae just slowly turns his head to you with the most unamused expression imaginable. 

“was that supposed to be funny?” 

“no i just… i don’t like my thighs.” 

"cool. i do." 

"yeah but they're –" 

"shhh. you're not allowed to talk shit about my favorite thighs." 

then he just grabs them casually while sipping his drink like it's tuesday. 

“don’t test me. i will write a love letter to your thighs and frame it.” 

and this man would. on fancy paper. with wax seals. 

your stomach? yeah he pokes it just to watch you squeal and then hugs it like it's his emotional support plushie. 

“stop saying dumb stuff. i know what i like. and i like you.” 

drops mic. walks away. leaves you blushing on the floor. 

isagi yoichi

isagi is not having ANY of this negativity. 

you say “ugh i look bloated” one time and he spins around like a rom-com protagonist. 

“you’re what? LOVE. no. come here.” 

wraps you in the softest hug and literally kisses your stomach like it's sacred. 

“this is the cutest stomach in the world. i’d build a monument for it.” 

“yoichi –” 

“and your thighs? do you know how many times i’ve spaced out staring at them? once during a team meeting. bachira noticed. it was awkward.” 

he starts complimenting every little thing with passionate sports announcer energy: “and here we have the most stunning pair of thighs gracing this room. yes, folks, look at that form!” 

eventually he lays his head on your lap with a dreamy sigh and goes, “you don’t even get it. you’re my favorite view.” 

bachira meguru

you look a little down and he immediately panic-scatters into your space. 

“what happened? who do i fight? did a mirror insult you? i’ll punch it.” 

you admit you’re just feeling insecure about your body, especially your thighs. 

he gasps like he just witnessed a war crime. 

“THOSE thighs? the thighs i mentally thank god for every single day???” 

clutches them dramatically. 

“they are elite. masterpiece. top-tier. anime protagonist levels of divine.” 

then he pokes your stomach and giggles when you try to squirm away. 

“it’s bouncy! it’s cute! it’s squish-approved! 10/10! best cuddling material ever!” 

draws a smiley face on it with his finger. names it. gives it a backstory. 

“this is sir squish-a-lot. he’s royalty. treat him with respect.” 

you’re laughing so hard by the end you forget you were ever upset. mission accomplished. 

nagi seishiro

you say something negative about your thighs and he just blinks at you. 

"no thoughts. head empty. but thighs good." 

“nagi that’s not –” 

“your thighs are comfy. they’re warm. they’re literally my headrest when i nap. don’t disrespect my nap station.” 

then just flops face-first into them while mumbling, “mmph. perfect.” 

he pats your stomach too and goes, “this is where i press my face when you’re mad at me. can’t believe you’re beefing with it.” 

tries to fix your insecurities by aggressively cuddling them out of you. 

“if i kiss the things you hate enough times, will you stop hating them?” 

spoiler: yes. yes you will. 

mikage reo

genuinely offended when you say you don’t like your thighs or stomach. 

“wait what? are we looking at the same person? babe, you’re an art piece. i’d hang a painting of you in my mansion.” 

“reo, you don’t have a mansion –” 

“yet. but i will. and your thighs are going in the foyer.” 

threatens to fund a PR campaign for your self-esteem. 

“billboards. magazine covers. motivational speeches. i’m not kidding.” 

hugs you from behind and whispers, “how dare you talk bad about my future wife’s perfect body.” 

dramatic but also seriously in love with every inch of you. 

“if you ever insult your thighs again, i will cry and guilt-trip you for a week. i’m rich. i can be petty.” 

niko ikki 

you’re feeling insecure and niko notices right away, because this boy is observant as hell. 

“you keep covering your stomach,” he says gently. 

you admit what’s been bothering you, and he gets this serious expression like he’s going into soccer mode. 

“your thighs are my favorite thing to cuddle. i literally mold into them like memory foam.” 

you snort, but he just shrugs. 

“i’m being real. and your stomach? that’s my safe zone. my emotional recharge pad. stop hating on it.” 

later, he literally tucks himself into your side with a blanket and mutters, “mmm, yup. serotonin unlocked. no more insults allowed.” 

deadass gives your thighs a pep talk like, “you guys are killin’ it. keep up the good work.” 

kaiser michael

you say you feel gross and kaiser’s mouth literally drops open. 

“EXCUSE ME???” 

“what do you mean you hate your thighs. are you blind? they are a national treasure.” 

puts his hand over his heart like he’s been personally wronged. 

“your stomach too. i love that thing. it’s adorable. it’s sexy. it’s mine.” 

proceeds to rant for 10 minutes about how obsessed he is with you. 

“i would get in a physical altercation with a mirror if it made you feel bad. i’m being serious, stop laughing!” 

then starts listing celebrities and why they don’t even come close to your level. 

“zendaya? beautiful. but do her thighs make me bark out loud like yours? no. i win.” 

you’re laughing so hard you can’t even argue anymore. 

ness alexis

he goes into full puppy boyfriend mode when you say anything mean about yourself. 

“noooo don’t say that! your thighs are literally heaven-sent!” 

grabs them and wiggles his fingers into them like they’re stress balls. 

“i could live between these thighs. i would die happy here. let me in.” 

“alexis please –” 

“no. you brought this on yourself.” 

hugs your waist so tightly you can’t escape. 

“and your tummy? my favorite place. soft. warm. 100% wife material.” 

will pout dramatically if you keep putting yourself down. 

“i’ll cry. i will. then you’ll feel bad. don’t do that to me.” 

karasu tabito

hears you insult your stomach and just slowly blinks. 

“so we’re lying now?” 

“karasu, i’m serious –” 

“me too. your thighs are elite. S-tier. baddie-coded.” 

starts listing reasons why you’re the hottest girl alive. 

“you walk and i stare. you sit and i stare. you breathe and i STARE.” 

pokes your thigh and says, “this is the reason i lost my train of thought mid-practice yesterday.” 

constantly hypes you up in the most unserious ways. 

“your body’s so fine it needs to come with a warning label. handle with care. dangerous curves ahead.” 

and when you finally laugh, he grins and says, “there’s my girl. don’t let dumb thoughts talk shit about my favorite person.”

shidou ryusei

you mutter something like, “ugh, i feel gross today. my thighs look huge,” and shidou literally stops mid-bite of his protein bar. 

“what did you just say about my favorite thighs in the universe?” 

stares at you, dead serious. 

“you tryna make me cry right now? ‘cause i’ll do it. ugly sobbing and everything.” 

immediately drops to his knees like he’s about to propose, but instead he wraps his arms around your legs and mumbles into your thighs, “nah, i’m not letting this slander slide. not on my watch.” 

you try to walk away but he’s LATCHED ON. 

“i love these thighs so much i’d build a church and worship at the altar of ‘em. i’d name a stadium after ‘em. shidou thighs arena™.” 

your stomach? he pokes it, leans in close, and whispers, “you got that sexy villain belly. soft and deadly. dangerous in the best way.” 

“what does that even mean –” 

“means i’m obsessed. you look like you could ruin my life and i’d say thank you.” 

will not stop until you laugh. will not stop even after that. 

“don’t ever talk shit about my favorite parts of you again. you’re so hot it’s distracting. like. spiritually.” 

later that night he flops across your lap and announces, “if thighs could kill, you’d be doing life in prison. and i’d be your cellmate. willingly.” 

he’s the unhinged hype man you never asked for but desperately needed. 

and the second he sees you smiling again, he grins all smug and goes, “yeah. that’s right. those thighs are mine, baby.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[unluckilyimnot]

JEALOUS SAE HEADCANONS PLEASEEEEE

Jealous hc

Characters: sae, rin, kaiser, hiori, karasu, shidou

m.list | rules

Note: hiiii how are youuu thank you for your request hihi I had other characters bc I felt like doing it for them too

Sae Itoshi

he’s too prideful to be jealous, or he thinks so

in fact he get pissed off easily, anyone being a little to friendly with you bother him and he already doesn’t like anyone so imagine

he’s not subtile, even if he thinks he is

he’ll get closer, talk like shit to the person who’s flirting with you in his eyes

roll his eyes, click his tongue, you name it

Suddenly he wants to go home or leave for another place

You never honestly never thought you'll see him like that since he's confident and trusts you

I think he just doesn't like people and so by extension he hates people talking to you

He likes to think he's the only one who can make you smile like that, beside your friends (he's not insane)

So seeing some nobody making you smile, or even worst : laugh makes him jealous

He’s not into pda to save his life i think, that’s something he keeps behind closed doors

But oh man how he likes to kiss you when it happens, just to remind everyone that you're taken and you're proud of it

Be prepared to hear about this, he’s a nagging mom at heart

“Are you done ?” you’d ask and magically, yes he is

he will sulk yes, but close to you at least

Rin Itoshi

Bare with him, he acts tough but deep down he wants to cry

Just like his brother, he will get closer, his arm will probably stay around your shoulders after that

But he won’t be mean to them, just kinda ignore them or send death glare if they get too close

No touching, even in a friendly way, don’t be ridiculous

I think he appreciates it if you put a stop yourself

He’s more insecure than he likes to admit and it prove him that he can trust you

He’s gonna be clingy af though

When you two are finally alone, Rin won’t say a world but glue himself to you

He’ll need reassurance for sure :( this boy has abandon issues

Michael Kaiser

He’s an asshole (lovingly)

He let people flirt with you if it helps their ego and mock them for how long you can think, it’s almost an inside joke for him

The irony is that he’s really possessive, so it’s all fun and game until it’s not some loser that try to hit on you

Not that he feels threaten, please

But he still don’t wanna play with them and he doesn’t want you nearby

If you just happen to be friendly with someone then he’s bothered

What do you mean by being this happy to see someone else ?

He’ll ask a million questions and whine about it before brush it off as if he doesn’t care

It takes a lot to deal with him, his reaction depend on his phase

If he feels low then he’ll be a nightmare, you had to be sorry for someone hitting on you and tell him he’s your one and only

If he’s his confident self, it’s almost like he doesn’t care and let it happen

Being with him is a roller coaster

Tabito Karasu

Best man if is speak

He’s mature and he knows he’s projecting his own insecurity when he’s jealous, so he doesn’t make a big deal about it

He’s not gonna ruin the moment so he just keep his cool and act normally

Deep down you can feel there’s some awkwardness so you try to ask him silently, with your eyes or smile, if he’s ok

He loves you so much he feels dumb to even be jealous the second you do that honestly

Expect small pda like holding hands above your knees, playing with your fingers or the em of your shirt/ skirt

He’ll talk to you about it on your way back home or when you two are comfortable at yours or his place

He knows it’s normal to feel like this sometimes but it’s normal to reach for comfort right ? he’s not shy to ask

Nothings best than you playing with his hair, laying on your chest or thighs

Ryusei Shidou

He’s unhinged he scares me

I think he’s the most jealous among them

You’re his, that’s it so, he may seem lay back (and weird) but he’s cautious with every person coming near you

I hc him with abandon issues as well (give us his back story please and make it worth it compare to some character) so he’s always scared of you leaving

It’s still more in a possessive than an insecure way, he just can’t take it if he considered that someone is too close to you

He gets touchy oh my, he’s all over you, can’t keep his hands to himself just to let them know that you’re taken

He’ll talk to them straight in the eyes while his hand run up and down your thighs, he’s not ashamed of anything

You have to put a stop to it but always expected something more while coming home

Yo Hiori

He’s cute and I don’t think people take him seriously enough

You’re amazing and beautiful and fun to talk to, people already asked you why him

He kinda has war flashback ngl

Obviously he also think that he’s not enough and probably get jealous/sad quickly if someone get close to you and is really friendly

He’s scared to take things into hand I think, so he’ll just ask for you two to leave

He won’t tell you how he feels, he’s sure it’s not important enough to bring it up but you always ask him anyway

You’re so sorry that it happens at all honestly, you never want him to feel like this

He never ask for it but you’re clingy and want to do nothing with him, spending some quality time together, watching him play game while you stay on your phone or even sitting in his laps

It always make him feel better and remind him that you won’t leave him so soon

I hope you liked it ♡

[lizzy06]

Togata Mirio x Reader Fics Recs!! (Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)

My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist

One in Lemillion✨✨ by Tiny_Breegull (fluff, smut, high school(?do we put this tag in an anime on high school)) It was no secret to yourself that you had feelings for the one boy in class that barely knew anything about you. But that might not necessarily be the case; after all, Mirio has a habit of dropping in on you when you least expected it. [COMPLETED]

Lemillion to One✨✨ by Tiny_Breegull (fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, smut)Navigating through high school with a quirk was difficult enough, but things changed for Mirio Toogata after Eri's rescue. Between finding a new direction for his future and working his way through adolescence, things aren't always going to be easy for the ambitious blonde. Still, at least he has you to share the ride with him. [COMPLETED]

I Guess It's Fate ✨by HereticDawn(oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) Soulmate AU where the reader's soul mark is a rather embarrassing phrase and she kind of hates him.[COMPLETED]

Just Leave it to Me by weabooweedwitch(oneshot, reader is insecure, fluff) Mirio is none too happy to find out just why you might have rejected his heartfelt confession. Or at least, why he THINKS you rejected him… [COMPLETED]

Place Your Bets!✨ by Amethyst (escapismislife)(oneshot, fluff, humor)Mirio is crushing hard on this girl from another class. The usually confident boy seems at a loss on how to woo her. But hey, he's trying his best![COMPLETED]

Weird by @bnhascribbles (oneshot, fluff)Mirio is a very passionate person—what he loves, he smothers because…well, love.[COMPLETED]

 Big 3 Slumber Party✨ by @writing-freak(oneshot, fluff) a sleepover with the big three leads to some truth or dare confessions you may or may not be ready to share about your best friend.[COMPLETED]

Smiles of Sunshine by @writing-freak (oneshot, fluff)a first date scenario in which Mirio is determined to break you out of your shy, bashful, and slow-to-smile shell.[COMPLETED]

Soulmate AU Mirio w/ First Words AU hcs by @writing-freak (oneshot, fluff, soulmate au) first words au in which Mirio has “OH MY GOSH PUT SOME CLOTHES ON” on his wrist and you have “I am so sorry I did not mean to flash you” on yours. [COMPLETED]

Falling for You by @writing-freak(oneshot, fluff) awkward, embarrassed, pining over here where you are absolutely determined not to fall in front of your crush.[COMPLETED]

Mistletoe Meltdown by Gavorche_san (oneshot, crush, pinning)The Mistletoe Meltdown is where UA students meet at midnight under the belltower and bestow a big smacker on their crush. Mirio declares that he is going. Put two and two together.[COMPLETED]

Embarrassing Encounters✨ by PinkAnon (RedRedRover) (oneshot, accidentally caught you in the act?, smut) If Mirio Togata was bad at one thing (besides keeping his clothes on for any extended period of time), it was remembering to respect people’s privacy.[COMPLETED] Getting Even by PinkAnon (RedRedRover) (oneshot, humor, smut) Pt.2 of Embarrassing Encounter where mirio wants to get even for walking in on you.[COMPLETED]

Standing in the Sun by Magicow12 (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff, smut) Why was your Soul Mark so dumb?[COMPLETED]

Sunshine by EmpressAngel (oneshot, smut)Living in the dorms, it was only a matter of time before your boyfriend walked in on you at the wrong moment.[COMPLETED]

My Little Star by TheSilentSiern (oneshot, idiots in love, not actually unrequited love, humor, fluff)Welcome to the unrequited love train. Current passenger: You! All aboard![COMPLETED]

[c0llisiion]

— End of the world (cb)

★ npr, f!reader, angst , bsf!chan , pining , both of them are stupid, slight crack — lmk if i missed any!!; W/C: 1,620

A/N: a lil angst to close off the year <3

Final year was coming to an end in just a week. 4 years of constant fun, happy, and sad moments were all going to be memories soon.

Your final semester exams were over. Your dorm mates are already packing their things up to move out. Preparations for your graduation were all that was happening on your campus. It was bittersweet in a way.

But you couldn’t shake off this one feeling. The one that you have been procrastinating on for 4 years now. The feeling you tried to push away but never could.

“So… are you going to confess to him…?” Your dorm mate asked as you helped her pack her things. You looked at her slightly confused by the sudden question. And then it clicked.

“Nah.” You gave a vague and straightforward answer, which was not reciprocated.

She turned and looked at you with her furrowed eyebrows. “What do you mean, ‘nah.’? How long are you going to keep lying to yourself?” She asks in a longing tone.

That last sentence hit. You halted all your movements and replayed those words in your head. Seriously, how long were you going to keep it a secret? How long were you going to keep gaslighting yourself into believing those emotions aren’t real? For how long are you going to hide away from your strong feelings for Chris?

It was a repeated cycle. The moment you would get some form of confidence, you would promise yourself or others that you would go and confess to him. But that never happened, of course.

And you blame your insecurity. Your paranoia. Your overthinking tendencies.

‘What if he hates me?’ ‘What if he thinks I'm stupid?’ ‘What if he rejects me?’ All going through your head as the long paragraph expressing your feelings for your best friend stayed unsent.

But a part of you justified that. What if he actually rejects you and then there’s this awkward tension that would always linger whenever you guys meet? Then you would have lost your dignity and a best friend.

You let out a deep sigh. And plopped on the pile of clothes laid out on the bed. “I really don't know, man… I really don't... fuckkk..." you rubbed your face with your hands.

“What is there to fear, girl… his rejection or the embarrassment?” She asks, crossing her arms.

“Both; I just don’t want to look stupid in front of him,” which was actually stupid of you to think.

You had this crazy-ass scenario where the moment you confessed to Chan, he would start yelling at you, disgusted, and call you a dumb bitch before spitting on you and walking away. Which was insane and stupid.

But for Chan it was different…

“Dude, you gotta confess to her, like actually call her up and ask her to meet somewhere,” one of his friends commented as they played Mario Kart on a beat-up old TV.

“You think so?” Chan added.

“Yeah man, it's high time; I think you should,” his friend said nonchalantly.

Chan thought about it. Maybe he should. What could possibly go wrong?

“Yeah… but I don’t know how to, though… and like… she has connections with people I'm close with too… Don’t you think it will be awkward once we break up?” He asked, expecting some hard advice from his friend.

“You live once, man; if you like that girl, then go for it. Ask her friend for advice on what to ask or something…” And that’s exactly what he did.

After 45 minutes of your dorm mate convincing you to go talk to him and confess your feelings, you agreed. What could possibly go wrong if you did?

“I’m telling you, just do it! Even if he rejects you, you could always ignore him afterwards; it’s not like you’re going to see each other after graduating, right?” She says excitedly, giving you some form of hope.

You nod, the same confidence building up.

“I’m going to do it.” You say with determination. Your friend squealed in happiness. She leaned in closer. “You know what would be crazier? If he called you right now. Like that would be the biggest omen-"

Your phone rang.

Yours and hers eyes go wide. You both glance at the screen together and see Chris’s name.

Like little girls, you both jump and scream in excitement before shakily picking up the call.

“Hello...?” Your voice was slightly out of breath.

“Oh hey, are you free right now? I've got something important to ask you…”

Your eyes widen at his response. Is this finally it?

You quickly reply. “Yeah… yeah… What's up? Do you like…want to meet up somewhere? I, too, actually wanted to say some things…” You ask, praying that he actually agrees.

“Oh? Yeah, sure… Let's meet at our usual place; how about that?” You could practically see his smile as he said those words.

You quickly said your goodbyes before turning off your phone and looking at your friend.

“It's time.” You say with playful seriousness.

“IT'S TIME?!” She responds with the same tone.

You get dressed in your best casual outfit, your hair and makeup slightly done, as you walk down the path and see Chan sitting on one of the benches, his one leg bouncing anxiously and his head looking around.

Once he spots you, he immediately rushes over to you with a bright smile. His curls softly bouncing and his cute dimples prominent on his cheeks.

“You came!” He said excitedly.

You smile widely and nod. “Of course! What's up? What did you want to say?” You ask cutting right through the chase.

He takes a deep breath.

Your excitement starting to bubble up.

“You know… I always wanted to ask you this”

Oh my god, you couldn’t believe that it was happening.

“And we have been friends for a really long time, and I trust you very much…”

Shit. No way. Is it happening?!

“I kept it to myself because I didn’t want to offend you…”

Offend you? What does he mean by that?

“You know you are friends with her and everything…”

Oh no. No way THIS was happening.

You held your breath as you waited for his final words, just hoping that he does not say what you were dreading.

“I really… I really like f/n…”

Your heart shattered. Your eyes went wide, and a shocked look was plastered on your face as you tried registering his words. Your mind went completely blank, and you couldn’t see or hear anything, just your heart beating extremely fast. That paragraph that you always wanted to say was quickly swallowed down back to where it belonged, you thought.

He continued rambling. But it was all muffled. Tears brimmed in your eyes, and you didn’t even realize he had stopped speaking.

“Y/n?” It was when he finally called out your name that you were brought back to earth. Your eyes fluttering before looking at his face. Trying not to cry.

“Is everything alright, y/n? You didn’t say anything…?” He asks with uncertainty. Searching your face to gauge your reaction.

“H-huh…? Oh, im sorry…” you mask a fake smile. “…I just- *chuckle* i just was in shock yeah cus…” your brain’s gears working over time to come up with a believable lie. “Cus… i actually thought you liked her and hearing it from you definitely confirmed that… haha”

You tried putting on your best front, but your body was shaking. Your eyes brimming with tears and your heart was… hurting.

And Chan wasn’t dumb. He knew something was wrong.“Are you su-“ Before he could continue, you cut him off, trying to get over the situation as soon as possible.

“So is that what you wanted to say..?” You ask kind of passive aggressive.Chan shook his head. “No… no… I just wanted advice… but are you sure you ar-“

“Advice?! Of course I can give them to you! I will send you an essay if needed!” You cut him off again, your voice unusually excited to cover up your pained voice.

He knew something was off but acted oblivious, not wanting to press the topic more. He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off again.

“So yeah, I will send you some advice and tips on asking her out. if you need anything else, im just a text away got it?” You try to keep the atmosphere normal. You put on a tight lipped smile as you looked at chans confused expression.

It was unlike you to cut him off so much. He wanted to know why-

“I will see you around then.. i gotta go now.. I have some packing to do..” you say as you start walking backwards, the tears finally starting to spill but you hoped with your distance chan never saw them.

Chan looked at you, still confused and slightly stunned at your behavior. He knows something is wrong, but he also knows you’re stubborn and won't say anything to save your face.

He let out a deep sigh as he watched you turn around and walk away, not even being able to say goodbye or ask what you wanted to say.

You couldn’t believe what just happened, honestly. Your tears were uncontrollably flowing down your cheeks, and it was making you mad. You prepared for his rejection too, but why did it hurt? Was it because he is in love with someone close to you or because he didn’t choose you? It shouldn’t be like this. This is not the script.

All kinds of emotions ran through your brain. Humility. Dejection. Worthlessness. It was a mess. All those years of pining. Just gone with a single word.

If only Chris knew.

A/N: IM SOERY FIR THE AMOUNT OF CHAN FICS AHHH 😭😭 anyways this was supposed to be a short drabble but i got carried away. Lolz. Inspired by ariana’s end of the world so listen to it while reading <3 tysm for reading!! HAPPY NEW YEARRRRRRR

[theamarischapter]

He's Not My Boyfriend!

CHAPTER 02; denial

previous: chapter 1

pairing: beomgyu x f!reader

w/c: 1.5k

genre: strangers to frenemies to lovers, high school au, slow burn…ish (?), fake dating (for a day)

warnings: none!

summary: you both refuse to give in to your dumb friends’ teasing. beomgyu doesn’t even know where this shipping stuff came from! he never told anyone about his crush on you, not even his best friend. and without that, he’s moved on. he doesn’t like you anymore. his heart belongs somewhere else, and it's not like you want him, eiether. how annoying...

fic below the cut! enjoy <3

Beomgyu’s been quite irritable lately. It’s weird, honestly. Kai has never seen his best friend so…distant. I mean, since the day you all ate lunch together, Beomgyu seems kind of distracted. The teasing has settled but he refuses to even mention your name at all. He’s in one of your classes, but he seems to avoid your gaze and keep interactions short. It makes sense, you think; things are going to be inevitably awkward considering the fact that every word, every glance, every moment is being scrutinized and made sense of by your friends.

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Beomgyu hates this. He’s mostly confused, but also a bit annoyed. Why has all of this started so suddenly? It just brings back bad memories. It brings back the part of himself he’s been trying to bury since freshman year—the insecure, quiet loser in the corner of the classroom whose eyes, which hid behind overgrown bangs, focused on you.

He, honestly, thought he could be in love with you. He wasn’t though, no way. He couldn’t even muster the courage to speak to you, so he couldn’t have known you well enough to love you. Still, being in your presence made his heart race and his ears burn. His chest would tighten and swell and his stomach would flutter and he wouldn’t be able to focus, instead occupied “fixing” his hair for the umpteenth time; you deserved his utmost effort. Since he was young, he thought you were pretty, but never paid much mind to you. It was the first day of 8th grade when he walked into math class and you waved with a small, kind smile that he really saw you. And, well, he was a goner after that.

He began to notice the gentle flutter of your pretty eyelashes whenever you’d look down at your paper. A small crease would form between your brows when you were confused and you’d push your lips into a cute, concentrated pout as your eyes scrutinized the paper. Then, the answer would come to you suddenly and you’d nod to yourself in understanding. When you were bored, he’d see you across the classroom folding a sticky note into a butterfly, smiling softly to yourself. He’d find himself smiling, too, before feeling embarrassed and looking away. It was always like that. He’d hear you laughing with your friends and feel urged to laugh too. Your laugh was contagious and bubbly. It was gentle and sincere, giving others confidence in their humor. He’d longed to be by your side. To have your attention and validation. Maybe he was a loser, maybe he was insecure, but if he could just get you, he’d be okay. Everything would be fine and perfect.

He contemplated many times if he should ask Kai for help, but never did. In fact, he never told Kai—never told anyone—which makes the current predicament all the more confusing. Did someone know? Was he obvious? Was it a coincidence? Either way, he got over his feelings by now. He forced himself to do so once he was disillusioned by your charm. He realized that despite being your cousin’s best friend and despite going out of his way for your attention, you never truly acknowledged him. He felt like an alien. Like he was a little ant reaching for the moon; It was stupid to ever entertain the thought of you, so he moved on and accepted that he was nothing. And since high school started, he’s been better than ever. He’s changed himself into someone he can be proud of. He’s confident, more outgoing, and more passionate about his hobbies. More important, however, is that he’s completely over you.

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He sits beside Kai in their shared history class, the sound of mumbled chatter filling the room. The teacher had given the class time to work on their assignment, allowing them to work together quietly (which was emphasized) if need be. The bright, fluorescent lights shine brightly overhead, illuminating Beomgyu’s soft, concentrated features. He hums in thought, slouching in his seat slightly, arms resting atop the wooden desk.

“I think you should give y/n a chance,” Kai whispers suddenly, lips pulled into a smug smile. He leans into Beomgyu’s space, his imploring gaze analyzing the subtle shift in Beomgu’s expression. He senses the upcoming rebuttal from Beomgyu and quickly explains. “I mean, you have nothing to lose!”

Beomgyu sighs, a little exhausted, tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. His brows furrow and he focuses narrowed on the empty worksheet in front of him. His lips purse as he slowly shakes his head. In a quiet, sincere tone, he replies. “I don’t like her though.”

“But you could! If you gave her a chance,” Kai refutes quickly, earning a small huff from Beomgyu, who rolls his eyes and slouches in his seat a little. Kai isn’t wrong, per se, but it’s not something he’d like to entertain. Or, more accurately…

“I can’t.” He replies, looking down thoughtfully. He holds a pen, spinning it carefully between his fingers as he hums in thought. There’s a hint of hesitation, his ears turning a faint shade of pink before he looks back up at Kai. “I don’t want Yeji getting the wrong idea.”

Yeji? As in…cheerleader, class president Yeji? Things seem to click for Kai—Beomgyu’s been so bothered, so defensive, because he likes someone else. He has the urge to feel a little offended at the fact that his best friend hadn’t mentioned his feelings sooner, but it’s no matter now.

“You like her?” Kai asks, head tilting inquisitively. His eyes hold a curious wonder that encourages Beomgyu to explain. There’s a beat of silence, interrupted with the quiet rustle of fabric as Beomgyu shrugs. Kai interprets it as a resounding yes. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Well, I’m trying to keep things chill. But none of you are helping.” Beomgyu sighs, a tinge of annoyance in his tone—not necessarily directed toward Kai, just at the situation.

He was determined, since the start of the semester, to finally make a move on the girl who’s caught his eye since freshman year. Well, let’s be honest, she catches everyone’s eye, but Beomgyu’s feelings had developed through small gestures and interactions. She’s friendly and easy to get along with, but also competitive and high-achieving. Not to mention her looks, which are unreal. Long, dark hair frames her round face. Her skin is soft and glowy, always looking perfect no matter the circumstance. She has a cute smile and pretty, elegant features. She’s, at least in the curated perspective of a rather whipped Beomgyu, perfect. He could care less about any supposed flaws, because in his opinion, they only add to her desirable image.

He thinks his chances are pretty okay…ish. They’ve only gotten worse with all the shipping. Truly, he’s quite annoyed with the whole ordeal and has pinned the blame on you. He doesn’t want Yeji thinking he’s off limits or something. Even if he were to tell her that it means nothing, he’s afraid it might turn her away from him. So, that’s why he’s been so defensive everytime someone utters that dumb ship name. Just last week, he got so annoyed with Soobin that he temporarily blocked him…

He’s serious about winning Yeji over. Apparently, they’re “talking” (he seems to use the word pretty loosely…), and things are going well.

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After much reflection, you’ve landed on the conclusion you knew since the beginning. You absolutely do not want Beomgyu. It’s nothing personal against him! He’s just, decidedly, the complete opposite of your type—from what you remember, at least. You don’t know him too well, but you remember him being more introverted, and the same amount of nerdy as Kai. He plays guitar, but doesn’t do any sports or participate in any clubs. The only thing you can give him is that he’s pretty funny; he always seems to have perfect timing, even if the jokes he makes tend to be odd or immature. And, around his friends at least, he’s not as quiet, but still…

You prefer guys like Choi Yeonjun. Athletic, popular, confident. Not to say that Beomgyu isn’t confident! You’re sure he is, but there’s something about the way Yeonjun carries himself that draws your attention and forces you to admire him until he’s out of sight. He walks with a natural comfort, as though nothing in the world could knock him over. He’s not humble, no, he parades his achievements around with confidence. He’s hot and he knows it. He’s the star player of the basketball team and he’s not afraid to admit it. Yet, despite that, it never feels like he’s putting anyone else down. He’s kind and quick to pick others up, he treats everyone equally. And something about all that is insanely attractive to you. Beomgyu’s cool, but he’s too soft, too quiet, too much of a loser.

It’s clear now: you don’t like him and he doesn’t like you. That’s that, and your friends can all stay in delusion land if they think you two would ever get along as more than friends...

Well, like...he could be worse, right? Maybe if you’re desperate, you’ll give him a chance.

a/n: not much interaction this chapter, mostly background stuff and setting up for future chapters. trust!! next chapter things will start kicking off !! a bit of forced proximity i suppose...but not too forced. hope you enjoyed this one, though. comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thanks for your support :)

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[theogmiemiew]

Tomura showing a rare vulnerability after comforting, or at least trying to comfort you about your insecurities <3

He was passing by your room to get some water when he heard sobbing, walking in and finding you laying in your bed, covered by your blanket up to your head. "You crying?" He rasped, seemingly unbothered by it, just curious.

You snap your head up, eyes widening slightly at seeing Shigaraki stand in front or your bed, nonchalantly staring you down. "No.. I'm not, I'm okay" you stated, wiping away your tears and knowing he wouldn't care about your reasons anyway. He never did, not when you were displaying any kind of emotions that were irritating for him, to say the least.

"I'm not blind. Neither dumb." He mutters, kneeling down to get a better look at your teary, puffy eyes. "Why are you crying?"

You blinked at him in confusion, the fact that he insisted on details unusual to his coldness. With a sigh, you decide to give in and justify your tears "I was... feeling insecure.." you mumbled, eyes looking away from his.

"Of what? Go on, finish your thought" he urged you on, gaze intensely focused on you, crimson eyes making you feel intimidated.

"Of my looks.. I'm not pretty enough, never am." You felt tears gathering up in your eyes once again as the words slipped past your lips, feeling utterly unworthy of anyone's attention or love. "I don't have a model face... my body's ugly, nothing is special about my looks-"

"Dumbass..." Shigaraki scoffed, standing up only to sit right beside you on the bed, pulling you up by your wrist forcefully and wrapping his arms around you, making you melt at his touch and gasp in surprise.

"I'm not good at this stuff, you know it perfectly. Yet you still make me have to comfort you because you're too naive to see past banalities..." His voice rumbled through his chest, fingers tracing through your hair unexpectedly softly. "You're pretty, I think you're pretty."

"So... don't cry, please" he adds, quiet plea warming your heart up, hands clinging to his body with eagerness while you nuzzled your face in his strong chest, feeling it raise up and fall down with each of his breaths "you know I mean it when I say something like this"

"...m'kay.. I won't" you sighed softly as you calmed down, wiping away any remaining tears as you stared into his eyes adoringly. "How come someone who wishes to destroy the world is able of being so gentle and wholesome..?"

"You bring out a softer side of me..." He leans in, pressing his lip against your forehead as he whispers into your ear "You make me vulnerable... and I'm not used to that..."

"Are you scared of that?.." you asked softly, looking up at him as your fingers trace patters on the back of his waist.

"...a little" he replies after a silent moment "I hate how vulnerable you make me feel... you have a way of making me forget myself... forget my mission. forget my hatred... forget the world..."

"And sometimes it terrifies me" his confession thickened the air, Shigaraki becoming visually awkward and tense despite admitting some of his most sensitive fears himself.

You lean in to kiss his cheek, brushing a strand of hair out of his face and simply holding his gaze with care, heart longing to make him feel loved "you know I love you, Tenko"

His arms tighten up around your waist at your words and he buries his face in the crook of your neck "Don't say that.. I don't do the whole 'love thing', you're aware of that"

And yet his words sounded way too bare, way too raw with the emotion pooling admist his denial of your feelings. "I don't want to feel that disgust with myself, don't want to end up hurting you with how harsh I can be."

You smile warmly at his words "I won't leave, if that's what you're talking about... I'll never leave, no matter how you treat me, I'll always stay here, because I love you, and I can't bring myself to leave your side." you whispered, carding fingers through his hair and gently caressing his scalp.

"And that's exactly why I'm afraid to love you..." he tightens his fingers around your waist "because if I end up losing you, my life will crumble to nothing but destruction, becoming dull again."

"Who knew you'd be such a gentle, sweet boy underneath that cruel facade you're always with on..." you mumbled, smiling against his shoulder, placing soft kisses on his dry skin "does it hurt when I touch you there, baby?" You muttered, careful with the itchy and dry skin of his neck.

He squirms slightly as you kiss his neck, his head rolling around slightly as he presses his forehead against your shoulder. "The fact that you think I actually have a kind side is laughable," his voice is thick with emotion.

His hand travels slightly down your waist and up, coming close to your hip. "As for your question, yes... yes it hurts, but it hurts so good,"' he whispers, his voice soft and tender.

"Sorry... didn't wanna make it hurt, handsome.." you said softly, lips moving to his jawline instead, tongue slowly dragging alongside on it, moaning against his skin as your kisses got hungrier, needier. "And you think you dont..? Have a kind side?" You mumbled, not minding the thought, only finding it hotter.

His body shivers at your kisses, eyes rolling back and lips parting slightly "God... I hate how much you crave my touch, I hate how much you want me and I hate the way your love makes me so soft." He grunts, voice getting raspy "Damn you for bringing this out of me"

"Can't help it" you say between sucking and lapping at his skin "I love you too much" your kisses trail down further to his throat, to his shoulders, to his chest and make his skin tingle with goosebumps.

Shigaraki groans, sighing heavily "gods damn you... gods damn you, you make me weak" a soft moan escapes him in the heat of the moment, and you cradle closer to him, indulging in the rare opportunity of seeing him like this, savoring each taste of it.

[riecoeur]

there’s no better, there’s just you.

pairing — husband!sohee x fem!reader

summary — years into your marriage, you and husband, sohee curl up on the couch one cozy night, reminiscing about your high school days. back then, he was the shy, insecure boy who thought he was a ‘loser’, quiet, awkward, and secretly in love with you, the girl he believed was out of his league. as you laugh and share memories, he opens up about how he saw himself, and you remind him of the moments that made you fall for the sweet, unassuming boy who’s now your forever.

warnings — fluff with a touch of bittersweet nostalgia, mentions of teenage insecurity (light and reflective), and so much tenderness it might make you melt.

📌 any feedback are appreciated, i’d love to know what you think of my first mini-series, request open or send ask → 💌🦕🩵 !

🏷️ taglist ; @strawbrryvyy @chanryou

it’s one of those quiet nights, rare now with his riize schedule where it’s just the two of you, no rush, no noise. a half-empty mug of tea sits on the coffee table, steam curling up in the air.

“remember high school?” you say, nudging him with your elbow, a playful grin tugging at your lips.

“you were so quiet back then. i thought you hated me for a while.”

sohee laughs, that soft, breathy sound you’ve loved since forever, and shakes his head.

“hated you? nah. i was just… terrified of you.”

you tilt your head, resting it against his shoulder.

“terrified? of me? i was the one who kept tripping over my own feet in gym class.”

“yeah, but you were still you,” he says, voice low, like he’s pulling the memory out of some hidden corner.

“confident, funny, always surrounded by people. i was the weird kid who’d hide in the music room, thinking i was a total loser. no way someone like you’d even notice me.”

you shift to look at him, his face soft in the dim light, eyes distant as he remembers.

“you weren’t a loser, sohee. you were just… quiet. i liked that about you.”

he quirks an eyebrow, skeptical.

“really? because i spent half my time back then convincing myself you’d laugh if i ever talked to you. i’d see you in the halls, smiling like it was nothing, and i’d just… freeze.”

“oh, i noticed you,” you say, poking his chest.

“how could i not? you’d always have those headphones on, scribbling in that notebook like you were writing the next big hit. i thought it was cute.”

he flushes, even now, years later, and ducks his head.

“cute, huh? i felt like a mess. i liked you so much it made me stupid. remember that time i dropped my lunch tray because you said hi to me?”

you burst out laughing, the memory hitting you like a wave.

“yes! you turned so red i thought you were gonna pass out. i felt bad after thought i’d scared you off for good.”

“nah,” he murmurs, a small smile creeping up.

“just made me like you more. you were nice about it, didn’t make me feel dumb. that’s when i started thinking maybe i wasn’t invisible to you.”

you reach for his hand, lacing your fingers through his.

“you were never invisible to me. i liked how you’d get all shy, but then you’d light up when you talked about music. i’d hear you humming under your breath in class and think, ‘this guy’s got something special.’”

he looks at you, eyes softening.

“i didn’t know that. i thought i was just… background noise. the kid who didn’t fit in, who’d never be cool enough for someone like you.”

“sohee-ah,” you say, squeezing his hand,

“you were cool enough for me. you still are. i fell for the boy who’d blush every time i looked at him, who’d leave little doodles on my notes when he thought i wasn’t paying attention. you didn’t have to be loud or flashy, i liked you just the way you were.”

he’s quiet for a moment, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“took me forever to believe that. even after we started dating, i kept waiting for you to realize you could do better.”

“better?” you scoff, leaning closer until your foreheads almost touch.

“you’re the guy who wrote me a song for our first anniversary, who still holds my hand like it’s the first time. there’s no better, sohee. there’s just you.”

he smiles, real and unguarded, and pulls you into his chest, the blanket slipping a little as you settle against him.

“guess i got lucky, then. high school me would’ve freaked out knowing we’d end up here.”

“high school me would’ve too,” you say, voice muffled against his shirt.

“but i’m glad we did.”

he hums, a contented sound, and you feel his heartbeat steady under your cheek.

“me too. loser or not, you’re stuck with me now.”

“good,” you whisper, smiling into the quiet.

“i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[darkenedroses-world]

I’m Not Too Heavy, Right? — Soup x Reader

🔹 Fluff🔹 F!Reader🔹 Body Insecurity🔹 Soft Reassurance🔹 Reader Gets Lifted🔹 Gentle Chaos from Soup🔹 Romantic + Playful🔹 Affirmation Overload🔹 Request 🦋

You tried not to stare, but… it kept happening.

Every time you scrolled past another video of a girl being lifted like she weighed nothing—over the shoulder, bridal style, just straight-up hoisted into the air like a feather—it made something ache in your chest. Not in a sad way. Just… longing. Quiet longing. You didn’t need some big cinematic moment. You just wanted to feel that kind of softness. That kind of security.

But you never said anything.

Because in your head, you already knew the answer. Soup was strong, yeah. Stupidly strong. The man could probably lift a fridge if someone dared him to. But you? No way. You weren’t small, dainty, light-on-your-feet. You were soft. You had weight. And even though you never hated your body, the idea of trying to recreate one of those sweet TikTok moments made your stomach twist with anxiety.

You could already hear the awkward grunt he’d make trying to lift you, followed by a strained “babe I think I need to call a chiropractor.” So, you kept it to yourself. At least… you thought you did. “Okay, what’s going on in that head of yours?” Soup asked suddenly from the other side of the couch, his tone playful but laced with curiosity. “You’ve been lookin’ at me like I stole somethin’.”

You blinked, startled. “What? I’m not.” “Yes, you are,” he said immediately, pointing at you with narrowed eyes. “That’s your thinkin’ face. The same one you had when you tried to decide if frozen grapes count as a healthy snack.” You cracked a small smile. “They do.” “Debatable.” He smirked. “Now spill. What’s up?” You paused, thumb grazing the edge of your phone, screen still open to the video you’d been watching for the third time. “It’s dumb.”

Soup shifted closer. “I’ve never once called anything you told me dumb. Even when you said you wanted to try dipping french fries in milkshake and barbecue sauce.” You laughed under your breath. “That was a moment of weakness.” “That was a moment of culinary war crimes.” You rolled your eyes, but your heart was thudding now. You could feel his eyes on you—genuine, curious, waiting.

And it just… slipped out.

“It’s just those videos,” you mumbled. “You know, the ones where the guy picks up his girlfriend all smooth and easy and she’s giggling and being flung around like she weighs nothing. I thought it’d be cute. But I’m—” You hesitated, voice softening to barely above a whisper. “I’m too heavy. It wouldn’t work.” Silence. Not awkward, but still enough to make your throat tighten.

Until you heard him whisper: “You’re joking, right?” You blinked. “What?” Soup looked at you like you’d just said the sky wasn’t blue. “You? Too heavy? Babe, are you actually outta your mind?” “I’m not trying to make it weird—” “No, no—listen to me.” He scooted closer, placing both hands on your thighs, his voice low but dead serious. “Do you really think I wouldn’t pick you up if you wanted me to? That I couldn’t?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. Shrugged. His brows knit, and his tone dropped even softer. “You really think that’s something I’d ever be weird about?” Your chest ached a little at how sincere he sounded. You didn’t answer, because the words felt too heavy in your throat. So instead, he spoke for both of you. “I love you. All of you. You’re beautiful. Soft. Warm. The way you make me feel when I’m with you? It’s heavier than anything I could carry, and I do it every damn day, happily.”

You looked up at him, stunned. He smiled softly. “Now gimme a damn hug. And get ready, ‘cause I’m about to lift your pretty ass whether you’re ready or not.” “Dallas—wait—” Too late. He shifted, arms sliding around your waist with ease, and before you could blink, you were off the couch and in his arms like you belonged there. And—god, it felt safe.

It felt effortless. You gasped softly, half laughing, arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders. “You—you’re actually doing it!” “Damn right I am,” he grinned. “And if I throw out my back, I’ll do it again.” You burst into laughter, burying your face in his neck as your cheeks burned.

“I’m not too heavy?” you mumbled. Soup nuzzled into your temple, his voice warm and firm. “Babe. You feel perfect in my arms. Don’t you ever doubt that again.” He slowly sat back down with you still in his lap, one hand stroking your back while the other cupped your cheek. “You know,” he murmured, grinning mischievously, “I could’ve done that over-the-shoulder caveman-style, but I figured I’d start with something romantic before I start draggin’ you around the house like a sexy sack of potatoes.”

You snorted so hard it made your stomach ache. “I hate you.” “You love me.” “Unfortunately,” you sighed, smiling into his chest. “Damn right.” He kissed your forehead gently, holding you close like you were something priceless.

And later—when the guys hopped on Discord and Soup mentioned it casually with a smug, “Yeah, y’all should’ve seen her face when I scooped her up—she looked like she ascended”—you groaned, buried your face in his hoodie, and tried not to smile too wide.

Because yeah… it was dumb. But it also meant the world.

[icantthinkyandere]

Hello! Can I request some Yandere Jeanne D'arc Alter and Okita Souji x Master! Reader, who is really a apathic person, where the Master is receiving a lot of attetion and being persuade by other servants who have romantinc interest on them, like how they would deal with the jealosy and the all the situation?

I was thinking recently about making an AO3 account for my stuff, mainly just to archive it if I'm dumb and do something to the blog. But also now because I saw one post about tumblr dying. So, I'm probably going to do that.

Okita has quickly become one of my favorites to write.

{Jeanne D'Arc Alter}

At the start of her stay at Chaldea, she's in hate with the master. Everything about them is annoying and awful to her—especially their apathetic personality.

She could not understand why anyone was actively trying to get into a relationship with them. They are so overwhelmingly unpleasant, and that's why everyone should stay away from them so she can bully them for their awful attitude.

By complete accident, she bullies anyone who even shows a passing like to the master in front of her to death. She states that it's pointless not just because you're talking at a wall but because they're servants. This won't last; it'll end in heartbreak.

Don't try to thank her for stopping any unwanted advances. She'll just insult you for not rejecting them hard enough!

Playing nice is getting them nowhere. They just keep coming, and you have to put your foot down. This is why she will never respect them.

Unlucky for her, when London comes around and Tamamo joins Chaldea, Jalter meets someone just as sassy and confrontational as her.

Now, every insult she throws is reflected at her. Now she's called jealous, insecure, bitter, and she wishes she could find love but can't because of her ugly attitude.

Which isn't true because she's just being realistic about their situation and how undesirable the master is. So, she starts pulling back because she's annoying to argue with, not because she's right or anything.

Once she pulls away and is "forced" to watch Tamamo and now many others who have taken the opportunity to try again without her to bully them.

It stirs something inside her. She chooses to believe it's disgust, but the feeling only starts when someone is getting or shouting their affection for the master. She'll think it's from her and the master both not being interested in romance before she believes it could be a crush.

Jeanne (Ruler) points it out much more kindly than Tamamo's mocking way. Even with a much more serious and nicer sit down to talk about it. She'll only slightly accept it more.

She's so used to being mean and hating everyone that it's weird for her to consider she likes someone so much it makes her want to keep them from everyone else.

She'll keep being mean and a tsundere, but with more and more servants joining Chaldea, she'll explain away her behavior with some poor excuse.

There's a good chance she'll never express her feelings and be her usual self in game. But everyone and the master will believe she has a soft spot for them and only them.

After she finally calms down, much like with Okita, you just get scary dog privileges. She won't keep more aggressively romantic servants forever, but it's much easier to believe she's just bad at being friends than having romantic feelings.

Over time, she'll be able to become your closest friend if you don't look too deeply into her awkward behavior. Just seeing the small kind things she does, along with her being protective on a mission, as her way of making friends.

{Okita Souji}

I would say it depends on the servant who's flirting with the master. But since the most romantic are Tamamo and Kiyohime, along with being the first servants to show romantic interest, she sees them in every other servant with a crush. No matter who they are.

She's not a jealous person, or she believes she isn't. She's not jealous that others realize how excellent the master is. She's just protective of them. She just wants their safety and happiness.

Because of those two, she 100% believes no one cares about the master. At least not like she does.

Unlike the other servants, Okita's love isn't seen as romantic or even close to her courting anyone. She looks like an overly loyal servant, which no one is surprised about. She's one of the Shinsengumi in a dire situation; of course she'll want to be close to the master. No one realizes she feels more than just master-servant loyalty.

Because of the selfish and cruel actions of Tamamo and Kiyohime, every servant who isn't in Okita's personal circle of friends is ruined. They are not kind people and only want to use her master to live out their marriage fantasies. The master deserves to live a happy life doing what they want and having to walk on glass to make sure their ideal is not broken.

If she were the master's wife, she would be more than happy to live the life they wanted. Whether that's her staying home as their housewife or allowing them to stay home and making her the breadwinner.

But that's not what this is about. Love rivals second, enemies who want to take away the master's free will and life first.

She goes to the master first, of course; she must make sure she does what they want first, unlike some servants. She is very much taken aback at being told that it's okay and she shouldn't bother.

Begrudgingly, she agrees not to harm them, but she will closely monitor them. Since they're not the most peaceful servants. She understands they're apathetic about people being interested. It's not like they're encouraging being chased after. They're doing the opposite.

But things get worse; they keep getting bolder, and more servants seek to take advantage of the master under the guise of being in love. Yes, the master is great and loveable. But they are uninterested, so stop bothering them.

Most servants back off because she explains why the master isn't interested in them when, in reality, they're primarily threats, or they become uninterested.

Tamamo or Nero are servants who don't take her seriously, so they don't stop and are the first to find out that her feelings are more than servant loyalty—accusing her of also having feelings for the master, wanting them for herself, and being a hypocrite.

In her frustration, she admits that she is, but she doesn't care. She's putting them first, not her. She knows she'll be rejected and might not ever have a chance. She's happy enough to be allowed to be by their side in the first place. And if they don't start knowing the same, she might take action into her own hands if they ignore the master's options.

[squishy-lombax]

I got bit by the Scooby-Doo bug and really wanted to make my own AU, which I'm calling "Groovy Scooby." I grew up watching Scooby-Doo and it's always been a big part of my life. Seeing other people make their own redesigns and AUs really got my gears turning. This took forever to make and I still need to work on the dogs and the Mystery Machine. I decided to go ahead and post the human characters at least, though.

Here's some fun facts from my AU:

Shaggy * Hates his hair cut due to a past traumatic experience. At this point, only Daphne is allowed to help tame his mop of hair. * Was diagnosed with diabetes as a child. He manages it well with a pump and service dog. *Into recreational drugs like marijuana to help ease his issues with anxiety. Overall a big advocate for mental health and hidden disabilities. *Believes gender is more of a construct and doesn't think clothing should be gatekept. Isn't shy to wear women's clothes. * Doesn't have a good relationship with his parents due to them sending him to boot-camp in order to "fix" him his gay tendencies years ago. * Knows how to operate most guns and even own ones the rest of the gang doesn't know about. However, he hopes never to use it because he's ironically anti-gun.

Daphne * Bimbo with a brain. Enjoys acting dumb for the attention but is very aware she looks good and knows how to use it to her advantage. * Makes money with her side-hustle of vlogging their van-life and making videos about true-crime. * Enjoys childish things like plushies and games, being a firm believer in the "cringe culture is dead" mentality. One of her favorite things to do is bring up Just Dance on Youtube and force the rest of the gang to dance with her. * Has been taking jiu jitsu since she was little but tends to forget it if panicked. Overall, very much enjoys fitness including jogging, yoga, and yeti tumbler collecting. * Generally goes with the flow, letting the gang make most decisions related to plans and activities. However, if she really wants something, she always gets her way. * Loves horror/thriller/slasher media, with her favorite being the classic Scream. Poor Shaggy cannot be in the same room when she's watching horror movies.

Velma * Loves to paint and draw. Overall a big arts and crafts hoe. * Refuses to shave. Will never apologize to insecure men. * The only one in the gang who graduated collage, which is in social sciences and history. Everyone else is a drop-out. * She is farsighted but usually wears her glasses all the time because she genuinely thinks she looks cute in them (she is correct) * Grew up as a token "tomboy" and now that she is an adult, she's really embarrassed by her inability to wear heels or apply makeup. However, Daphne is more then willing to help her out without making her feel dumb about it. * A terrible liar but great at asking inappropriate questions. Generally socially awkward.

Fred * Grew up in a conservative Christian household but after befriending the gang and having his world-view expanded, he no longer identifies with the religion. * Only one in the gang who genuinely loves sports. The gang tries to share his interests by going to games with him, but they don't share his enthusiasm. * His autistic superpower is knowing how to repair basically anything that's broken. However, cars is his specialty. * He's the token straight-ally character in a LGBTQ piece of media, but goddamn he's on thin-ice. * The most emotionally sensitive in the gang and not afraid to cry in public. However, the things he cries about could be something as simple as a very adorable cat photo he saw online. * He's emotionally very dependent on the gang and reverts into an NPC if separated from them. He feels very thankful he doesn't have to mask around his friends.

[browniesarethebest]

What Would You Do?

A Reverse Batfamily fic

Summary: Chilling on a rooftop turns philosophical.

“Do you ever miss your parents?”

Jason blinked and looked over at Dick, who stared at the sky above them. They were lying on the roof of the Manor, stargazing as they snacked on some of Alfred’s cookies and drank hot chocolate. The blankets they were sharing kept the chill of the fast-coming autumn away. Jason thought they were having a nice time, getting away from their older siblings, but it seemed that Dick had other things on his mind.

“My dad? No. He sucked a lot, and good riddance. But my mom? She made a lot of mistakes, but she wasn’t a bad mom.” Jason bit his lip and looked back at the stars. “I miss her.”

Dick hummed, a frown marring his usually cheerful demeanor.

“...What about you?” Jason knew it was a dumb question to ask, but he hated the silence that had followed his answer.

“I miss them a lot,” Dick replied, pulling the blanket closer to his chin. “I miss them every day. Sometimes, I have dreams where they’re still alive, and then I wake up in the Manor really confused until I remember they’re dead. Then, I get sad.”

Jason’s grip tightened on the blanket, turning his knuckles white. This conversation was quickly heading into territory that Jason didn’t feel comfortable with. “Have you talked to Bruce?”

Dick sighed. “Yeah. He understands, but he also doesn’t.”

“How so?”

“He was raised by Alfred after, but Alfred had already been in his life. You guys… You guys weren’t.”

Jason waited for Dick to continue, his brow furrowing as the silence went on again. “...And?”

Dick remained quiet for a moment before speaking again. “Do you think… Do you think if Bruce had a chance to make it so that his parents never died, he would take it?” Dick continued before Jason could reply. “Because if he made it so they never died, he probably wouldn’t have met us.”

“What?”

“‘Cause if Bruce’s parents never died, he wouldn’t have become Batman. He wouldn’t have gone to train with the League of Assassins, so he wouldn’t have Damian. If Batman didn’t exist, he wouldn’t have met Steph or Cass or you. Timmy once said that Bruce sees himself in us, so would he have taken us in if that was no longer true? Where would we be now?”

“I—” Jason didn’t know what to say. This was definitely not something he had thought about, but now he couldn’t stop. Jason was only 14 years old, but it felt like he was having a midlife crisis at the moment.

Dick noticed his older brother’s panic and winced. “Sorry.”

“It’s—It’s fine.” Jason took a deep breath. “What exactly brought this on?”

Dick shrugged. “Just been thinking lately.”

“Have you talked to the others?”

“No, you’re the first person I told.”

Jason’s heart warmed at his brother’s trust in him, and he hoped he wasn’t breaking it with his reaction. “Thanks for telling me.” He swallowed nervously as he thought about Dick’s question. “I don’t know if Bruce would take the chance or not. I would hope he wouldn’t, but…” 

Dick’s question had hit a little too close to home with Jason’s insecurities. Jason knew that Bruce loved them, but did he love them more than his parents? The people he had idolized for the last 30-something years? Jason wished he could confidently answer that Bruce would choose his kids, but their adoptive father had always been a wild card.

Dick nodded at Jason’s silence. “Yeah.”

They fell into an awkward silence, ruminating as they stared at the stars, until Jason finally blurted out, “would you?”

Dick blinked and looked over at his brother curiously. “Would I what?”

“If you were given the opportunity to make it so that your parents never died, would you take it?”

“Oh.” Dick went back to looking at the sky. Jason could see him fiddling with the blanket, though his expression was contemplative. He squashed down the urge to pick at the blanket as he waited.

The silence went on long enough that Jason was about to tell his brother nevermind when Dick spoke again. “If you had asked me three years ago, I would have said yes. My parents and the circus were my whole world, but I’m forgetting things now.” His voice trembled, choking with tears, and Jason took his hand. His younger brother gave him a wobbly smile. “It’s harder to remember what they sounded like or how they laughed. How exactly their arms felt when they gave me a hug. What they smelled like. It’s going away, and I can’t stop it.”

Dick swiped at his eyes. “But now I have you guys. I can smell Alfred’s hot chocolate. I can hear the sound of Damian’s pencil as he sketches in the living room. I feel the warmth of my second family surrounding me as we fall asleep during movie night.” He squeezed Jason’s hand. “I can’t give it up. I can’t live in a world where I don’t have you guys anymore. I think my parents would understand.”

Jason rolled over, pulling his brother close and pressing their foreheads together. He was fighting back his own tears as he listened to Dick’s speech, moved by the love his younger brother had for them. “I can’t imagine a world without you guys either. I miss my mom, but I think she’d understand too. I think she’s happy I found a good place with good people.”

Dick wrapped his arms around Jason in a tight hug before letting go and rolling back to look back at the sky again, smiling wryly. “Thanks, Jay. Sorry for bringing the mood down. I’m usually the one bringing it up.”

Jason hummed. They fell back into silence as they watched the stars, but it didn’t feel awkward or tense this time. Jason was just starting to fall asleep when he heard a shout from further down the roof. He jolted up and found Stephanie climbing up, their other siblings close behind.

“Hey, squirts! Having a party without us?”

Jason was slightly annoyed that their hangout was being interrupted—this was supposed to be for just the two of them—but it subsided when he saw the smile break out on Dick’s face. His little brother had been far too gloom and doom, and if this was what it took to cheer him up, Jason would let it slide. He called out to his oldest sister, “yeah, but it’s no dorks allowed!”

“Damn.” She turned back to the others. “You hear that? Sorry, Tim. Damian. You’re not invited.”

Tim rolled his eyes as he climbed onto the roof. “And what about you and Cass?”

“Not dorks,” Cass replied as she appeared behind him, ruffling his hair.

“I am not going back down,” Damian said, the last to make it onto the roof.

Jason’s older siblings crowded around, laying out their own blankets and pillows. He grumbled but was quickly appeased with refills of Alfred’s hot chocolate and cookies. They all piled together with Dick and Jason in the middle. He wasn’t sure if the others had sensed the mood when they came up, but their close proximity and warmth seemed to ease his baby brother. Even Jason couldn’t help but sink into the comfort of his siblings as Stephanie and Damian argued about personal space.

Jason and Dick didn’t share their conversation with their brothers and sisters, and they didn’t ask. Maybe Dick would open up to them more in the future about his fears, but that could wait.

Jason reached out and took Dick’s hand. The younger boy looked over, shooting Jason a small smile.

Even if Dick did open up to them in the future, Jason would take satisfaction in being the one that Dick came to first.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The DUFF 15

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far. ♥♥♥♥

Image credit (I want to give dues where due but don’t want the creator to keep getting tagged in my posts as I have been approached by some before that they don’t want me in their notifs)

You sit down as you wait for your order to be called. The metal seat isn’t very comfortable, especially after hours in your office chair. You tuck your bag against the wall and stare out the window as Andy shrugs off his jacket.

He sits with the dark blue garment hung behind him, tugging at his tie but not loosening it. As you glance over, he flicks his fingers up to scratch the stubble along his neck. You rest your elbow on the table then drag it off. You don’t know what to do as the awkwardness of the situation settles in.

“So,” Andy breathes out as he claps his hands on his thighs. Is he nervous? No, why would he be nervous? You’re projecting. “Long weekend, you said?”

You smile, a click in your throat. “Um, yeah, I probably shouldn’t go into detail.”

“That bad?” He lifts a brow.

“Let’s just say next weekend, I’m going absolutely nowhere,” you sigh.

“Sounds like heaven. My wife, ex-wife, is coming back from vacation so she’ll be dropping off the kid,” he brings his hand up to the tabletop, rubbing his ring finger, as if searching for the missing gold, “not really a kid anymore. His teenage angst blows right in after him like a raincloud.”

“How old?” You wonder. You didn’t think Andy was that old, but you’re a bad judge of these things.

“Sixteen, for now. Can’t wait to leave for college next year. Honestly, I kind of feel the same,” he chuckles, “I probably sound like an ass when I say that.”

“I think you mean well,” you shrug, “you know, my dad wasn’t so nice about it.”

“No?” He furrows his brow.

“Uh, yeah, but let’s not get into all that. I’m starving and vulnerable,” you kid.

The bell rings and your number is called. Andy stops you from getting up and insists on grabbing the order himself. He comes back with a tray and doles out the tacos. You try not to be too eager and wait for him to fold one up first.

Your stomach growls in an echo of your mind. You’re thankful for the distraction of the meal, you’re not exactly a social maven. Further, he’s your boss and you’d hate to step on any lines, or over them.

You chow down on the grilled chicken chipotle. The spice is more than you expect and has you reaching for your Sprite. Andy hums in delight as you sip and glance out the window again. It’s dark out now. You’re going to be home late. Ugh, your whole routine is entirely lost.

“I was curious,” he begins between bites, “about this club you went to…”

“Uh, yeah, I dunno,” you say evasively, chewing your straw before stopping the anxious gesture. “It was my friend’s idea.”

“Ah, well, I’m trying to get back on the scene, you know? I tried a few dating apps and a bit too few man girls want to charge for just a chat…” he puts his hand up helplessly, “I’m out of touch, I think. In my day, you just met people face to face so I thought maybe, give it a try, but I don’t even know where to go.”

“Mmhmm,” you swallow, “well, I don’t think a club is really the place for that. It’s more so a hookup type place.”

“Hookup? Is that what happened?”

“Uh,” you shake your head, “maybe a book club? That might be somewhere to start.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t suggesting anything about you,” he backpedals, “I just… I don’t have much going on so I might be trying to fill that void vicariously.”

“Yeah, no, it’s fine,” you wipe your fingers, “I don’t really date. Not seriously. Well, I mean, I haven’t been actively looking. With work and everything–” The door jingles as you ramble, “I barely have enough time for m–”

A figure steps up beside your table. His sole squeaks loudly and you look up, shocked to find Curtis glaring back at you. You’re struck dumb as you can only sit there.

“So this is it? You’re ignoring me for this guy?” He barks, “Bunny, you could’ve just told me you’re a slut–”

“Woah, woah,” Andy stands, “what’s going on? Let’s cool off–”

“No, fuck you!” He grabs Andy’s plate and throws the tacos in his face, “I know who the fuck you are. You got a habit of fucking your employees, Andrew?”

“Curtis,” you get up and grab his arm before he can grab your boss, “Curtis, we’re just having dinner–”

“I’ve been texting you,” Curtis snarls as he turns on you, “all day and I can’t get one reply. Don’t lie to me.”

He latches onto your arm and you cry out. You don’t understand why he’s doing this. Or how he even knew you were here. He’s crazy!

“Let go of her,” Andy slides his arm between you and Curtis, bringing his hand down against Curtis’ wrist, “calm down.”

“Calm down,” Curtis sneers as Andy inserts himself between you and rabid man, “mind your own fucking business.”

“You’re scaring her,” Andy puts his hand on Curtis’ chest and tries to ease him away, “so come on, cool off. Like she said, there’s nothing going on–”

Curtis keeps a hold of you as you’re pulled against Andy. You whimper as you're almost pinned against the table.

“Nothing going on?!” Andy jolts as Curtis lets you go, grabbing Andy’s collar instead, “she’s mine, you understand? You’re just some desperate old man–”

“Get your hands off of me,” Andy’s timbre drops dangerously, “before I make you.”

“Hey, hey,” an employee comes out from behind the counter, “no fighting. Get out now or we’ll call the police.”

Curtis huffs as you cower behind Andy. You can’t see him but you can feel his anger. Andy brushes against you as Curtis releases him. Your boss keeps you shielded behind him as Curtis lets out a snarl.

“Whatever, I was just about to fucking leave,” he stomps to the door as you hide, clinging mindlessly to Andy’s shirt.

“I’m sorry,” Andy apologises to the employee, “we weren’t trying to cause a scene. We’ll just clean up and go.”

The worker says nothing and disappears behind the counter. You see Curtis’ shadow stalk off outside the window. Andy turns to you and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“Um, I think…” you’re voice quavers, “I don’t know.”

[blastoqueen]

Sunrise.

Chapter 7

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Noa x Mae (Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes)

Content warnings: None

Comments: English is not my first language. Is anyone still reading this story? Lol. I am sorry for disappearing for so long, med school is draining me lmao. Here is a short thing I wrote, there is more to come I promise. (Please act like my terrible english is not by accident and that Noa writes stories with this grammar)

The thing is, I don´t actually think that I´m evolving, that´s just something I said to make Mae mad. I believe that I am learning and that I can do things most apes don´t. Evolving just sounds too drastic, too soon. Even if my species starts to evolve, why would the human think we are going to be like them? What if we are better?

It has been two weeks since the incident and she hasn’t said a word to me. I ignored her too the first five days, but then it became hard not to miss her. She has been spending time with Soona and her friends, Anaya is rarely with her, and he tells me Mae almost never says anything relevant to him. I guess she knows that the ape will come to me with all the details.

I encounter Soona a week after, trying to get information about Mae. She looked disappointed when she found out that all I wanted was to talk about the human, she even called me “asshole”, I guess she heard it from the girl.

“Why wont you… tell me… what you said to her?” Anaya asked me one night, we were watching the stars and eating peaches.

“I told you I didn’t say anything” I was kind of embarrassed to tell my friend about my whole speech about evolution, and I was also ashamed for making her cry.

“Liar” he said, hurt “You spend so much… time… with humans… you are starting to lie… like them”

I cried that night.

By the third week I decided I couldn’t take it anymore and showed up to Mae´s door at noon. I didn’t have a plan nor a speech, so I just froze when I saw her opening the door. She looked different, her hair was a lot shorter than yesterday, and she was wearing different clothes. When Mae first arrived at the village, after almost being starved to death in the bunker, she had a dirty piece of clothing that covered only her butt and left her legs visible, in the top part of her body she wore a black thing that hang loose and had shoes on her feet. Now, her legs were completely covered, and her feet were bear.

“Your hair” I said without thinking. The human looked at me with a straight face and started to close the door “Wait, no, Mae. I need to talk to you”

“What?”

“I…” I just stood there, looking dumb and awkward.

She closed the door.

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“Do you… love her?” Anaya asked.

“Who?”

“Don’t do that… you know, Mae”

“Mae? What? The filthy human?”

Why am I like this?

“Don’t have to be so rude…”

“She is a human”

“That is not… what I asked”

“I care for her”

“Not what I asked”

“What are you implying? That I want her to be my wife or something like that? She would hate that… she doesn’t even want to talk… to me. I can´t be with her, she despites me. I think she is afraid of me, and she has every right to be”

My friend stood in silence, watching me with a sad face.

I felt dumb, vulnerable, impulsive. I realized that I had confessed my deepest desires about Mae and also my biggest insecurities.

“I wish she was an ape” I murmured “So that I don’t have to feel so scared… of love”

[depressopax]

Dale Cooper NSFW Alphabet

Part 3 - L - P

Fandom - Twin Peaks

|| Part 1 || Part 2 ||

Pairing: Dale Cooper x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content! MDNI! Words: 600 Summary: Part 3 of my "Dale Cooper NSFW alphabet challenge". L-P (Location, motivation, "No", oral, pace) English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || Masterlist || Request ||

(HOLY SHIT THE GIF GOT ME ACTING UP-)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed! Dale likes privacy. He wants you alone and to really take his time together with you. 

…And he wants to be able to cuddle afterwards. Homeboy tired af after sex lmao

It is also the most “hygienic” place. 

He is not a fan of doing it against a table etc

…His office is the only exception ;)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dirty talking. He loves it when you tell him all the things you want to do with him/the things you want him to do to you.

In a modern time AU… I’d say nudes, too. 

Nothing better than getting nudes from you. It awkward, but he likes the thrill of you teasing him with sexy photos whilst he works. 

He blushes like crazy 

Dale would probably have a whole private album on his phone with you.

Not necessarily nudes, just any photo you look hot/cute in to keep his fantasies going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Dale is pretty “vanilla” in bed.

Sure he likes trying new things nut he gets really shy and uncomfortable if it’s too kinky.

He wouldn’t enjoy anything to do with pain and blood. 

He hates the thought of seeing you in pain. It doesn’t matter if it’s part of the act, he wants to pleasure you - not hurt you.

Same thing goes for him. His job is dangerous enough in all they ways he can end up hurt. With you, he wants to feel safe and in bed he wants it to be all about pleasure and maybe intensity.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

LOVES giving.

Man… I could talk about this for hours.

…But I’m not gonna do that. Unless…

In your relationship, Dale was insecure at first.

But after the reactions from you when he used his oral skills - he was hooked.

He is amazed by how amazing he can make you feel, just by using his mouth and tongue.

He’s passionate doing it, too.

Slow, teasing movements and eye contact.

He likes it when you push him around a bit - like grabbing his hair, holding him in place or squeezing your thighs gently around his head etc etc…

He also knows how to use his hands during oral. Double pleasure it is 👀

Your moans, squirms and the way you taste on his tongue… Sometimes that’s honestly enough for him to cum undone. 

How can he not? Everything about the situation is arousing.

He’ll literally beg to go down on you. 

Yk what? Fuck it, Ima write headcanons for this. REMIND ME PLEASE, SOMEONE

Ofc he likes receiving too.

He’s not the head-pusher type. 

It’s totally up to you how you want to blow him. 

…Giving him heads under his desk when he does paperworks 👀

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers slow, sensual and loving.

He likes long, deep strokes and really savoring the feelings of being inside you.

This way, he can take in the feeling of your tightness and warmth, and feel your insides hug around his dick 

Although, fast and rough is a good way to release tension.

If you are more of a sub/bottom, he will not say no to fucking you hard and fast

…And he gives some DAMN GOOD (pun intended) aftercare after rough sex <3

If you are a dom/top, he will sometimes ask you to show him no mercy. 

Sometimes there’s no better stress-remedy than to get fucked dumb by the person he loves 🥹

*sigh* *opens character ai*

[satansbiggestkinnie]

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Personal - Basics

[Race/Species]

Demon [X] Angel [] Human [] Other: [X]

[Age] 17

[Birthday] September 15

[Height] 193cm/6'4

[Fingernail Polish Color(s)] black and yellow

[Hair color/description] They actually have strawberry blonde hair,a mix of their father and their mother. However,due to their disdain of Asmo and their love for Mephistopheles,they dye it magenta like him. But a light shade. You can see the roots a little. They like to style their hair in a long mullet,because they feel like it contrasts Asmo.

Personal - In-depth

[Gender or no | Pronoun(s)] Transfer - She/It/They

[Sexual/Romantic Orientation or lack thereof] Omni + poly

[Occupation Before Devildom Life] Being a lonely child who was left to die in the streets by their mother.

[Favorite Color(s)] Magenta + red + orange + blue + pink

[Personality] Jewel is rather shy and nervous when around people she admires. But when they find someone or something they like and/or trust,they get SUPER energetic and bubbly. And despite being Asmodeus's child,they're quite insecure. Despite it's kindness,they can be MERCYLESSLY blunt by accident. Also,sometimes,they don't take others' feelings into consideration,as hard as they try to.

But..

The thing is,sometimes it feels like it doesn't have a personality. Like she only ever feels emotions when she wants to make someone happy.

All their opinions come from others.

MBTI: ENTJ

Ennagram: The Investigator (?)

Zodiac: Leo

Personal - Other

[Likes] Spicy food,drawing,murder, and chaos (secret),gossiping,surfing,math,Mephistopheles,Raphael,Thirteen,Lucifer,and Spiderman,Levi and Thirteen's passionate rambling,when Beel gives them food even though food has lost it's taste a bit

[Dislikes] Themself,sweets,Asmodeus (sorta),dogs,enemies of Mephistopheles,when people are disappointed in them,their mom,when Lord Diavolo doesn't pay attention to Mephistopheles,being ignored,being left alone

[Positive Traits] Kind,excited,bubbly,supportive,loyal to a fault

[Negative Traits] Blunt,uncaring at times,cold,self-loathing,empty

Relationships

• Fears | Dislikes | Acquaintances | Friends | Close Friends | Crush | Loves | Indifferent | Tolerates | Respects | Suspicious

[With Demons]

Lucifer - "Lucifer..? He's.. SO COOL!! I WANT TO BE JUST LIKE HIM!! Just think about how he never leaves his family - he does everything for them! He would never leave any of his loved ones ever!! :3"

Mammon - "Mmm.. I don't like it when he causes trouble for Lucifer. But sometimes he buys me stuff. Most of the time, I don't feel anything about them, though. I do like how genuinely energetic and caring he is. Makes me.. jealous? I'm not sure."

Leviathan - "He's so passionate.. despite how much he hates himself. I wish I was like him. Is this envy? Is this what it means to feel? I don't like it. Nonetheless,I like learning about him and his interests."

Satan - "Satan? ...I suppose I can relate to him.. but he's such good friends with.. my dad. I don't know if I want to talk to him."

Asmodeus - "My dad? He.. He's fine!! Just a lil awkward!! :D"

"Why did you leave me to rot. I'm like this because of you,I hate you,I hate you,why am I like you,why,why,why,WHY-"

Beelzebub - "He's so fun and uh silly as the kids say!! He cares about his family a lot and I admire him for it!! :D"

Belphegor - "He.. worries me. Is this what I might be if I become to rude? Show my real self? I don't want that to happen.. yet at the same time,I feel bad for him. But I find him incompetent as well."

Diavolo - "I guess it's nice to hear how passionate he is about humans. Honestly.. sometimes he scares me. Or annoys me even. None of that matters because Mephi and Luci love him,so he's okay in my book^^

Barbatos - "Intimidating!! :( But why is he so afraid of rats? Is he dumb? I'm sorry.. that was rude."

Mephistopheles - "He means everything to me. He was the one that found me and took care of me. I want to be as genuinely caring as him one day. He's like my dad!! <3"

[With Angels]

Simeon - "Wooowie!! How nice and kind! You're hiding something behind that dumb smile. I'm sorry But then again,being treating with such kindness is nice. But I still feel empty. And.. Lord Diavolo doesn't like him,and Mephi likes Lord Diavolo.. so maybe Mephi hates Simeon? I'll have to check before deciding on the correct and smart decision."

Luke - "Mephi likes him,then so do I! But.. I don't interact with many children. They seem.. pure. And genuine. And vulnerable. I wonder,is it because he's an angel? I feel strangely protective towards him. I'm not letting him get hurt!! Physically and emotionally.. even if it means I have to lie about the taste of his baking."

Michael - "He sounds interesting.. Luke likes him so maybe he's super,duper,cool? :>"

Raphael - "I wonder how it feels like to be able to show your cold demeanour without being judged.. just stop poking spears at people!! :("

[With Others]

Solomon - "Mm.. he's best friends with my dad.. and he keeps trying to get me to like both of them. I do appreciate the little house he gave me in the human realm.."

Thirteen - "SHE HELPED RAISE ME!! >< She's super cool!! I tried to make my fashion sense like hers and Mephi!! Dontcha just love the mischievous Grim Reaper? And she dedicates so much time to her craft!! It's impressive!!"

Favorite Things About the Devildom

[Favorite Job(s)] Anywhere they can make someone proud

[Favorite Place(s) to Hang at] Mephi's house

[Favorite Food(s)] Sour gummies + Luke's baking

[Favorite Class Subject(s)] Devildom History (cause they like reading about Luci and Mephi)

[Favorite Devildom Version of Something from the human realm] Akuzon

Least Favorite Things About the Devildom

[Least Favorite Job(s)] None

[Least Favorite Places to Go] Asmo's room for bonding time

[Least Favorite Foods] Anything that hurts your tongue

[Disliked Class Subject(s)] Any lust related subjects

[Stuff that Can be Considered a Negative About the Devildom] Being viewed as weird and/or hyper

Personality Chart