#I love playing it but I'm constantly conscious that I wish I were doing something else

[neverendingford]

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[freeflowersofmuseums]

Yandere Bouillabaisse

Hello lovelies! dont know if anyone missed me but now that I'm better at writing and playing FF again, I figured I would try writing another shot. If there's something you really wanna see, just dm me a request! i get the struggle of being in a niche fandom and when there's nearly 400+ characters in FF, it can be really hard to find content for a character you like. With that being said, here are some headcanons and a scenario for the food soul Bouillabaisse!

CW: Collaring, drugging, kidnapping, stealing, jealousy and general yandere tendencies. GN!reader

Bouillabaisse or “bisse” as you called him, was fond of you when he was first summoned. For the small price of 150 soul embers from the store, you had gained an eternal companion. He thought you were simply adorable, his past master attendants were powerful mages or even other food souls who wanted him for their own gain, but you were the only person who gave and asked nothing in return. For that alone, he would provide you his service.

Everything you do enchants him. Your laugh, the way you touch his face, and even the food you provide for him warm his heart. He has never met anyone so kind and generous, he tries to return the favor as best he can. Giving you all sorts of knick-knacks he picks up off the road or the beach.

He is set on following you everywhere, while this isn’t too out of the normal for Food Souls, he takes his position as your personal assistant very seriously. When shopping for groceries, he’ll often quietly tuck fruit in his bag while others aren’t looking. The idea that you have to pay for anything in this world is ridiculous. Don't they know that you're the best master attendant in the world?

You pet him in a way he's so fond of. Gently pushing back the hair that obscures his features. You wash his face before bed, tucking him in with care and preparing delicious food in the morning. He watches as you hum various songs. Flitting about the kitchen like a golden ray of sunlight, preparing a meal that you hope he will enjoy just as much as you do. He'd never known this feeling before… this is love, isn’t it?

He despises the fact that you have to toil away at your job, giving your effort to someone who will never appreciate it and only ask for more. Oh, how he wishes he could simply whisk you away, waltzing on the beaches he knows so well while he covers you in sunken treasure. Pearls complement your complexion the best, he thinks.

It's only when a belligerent man catches your fancy does he comes across the realization that he would kill for you. Bouillabaisse hates every fiber of the man's being. He was almost disturbed that such visceral hatred was able to come from his core. Baisee looms over you while he watches the man offer to take you for a beverage. Taking in every disgusting quality of the man. The conversation only lasts a few minutes at most, but the pain is forever ingrained in Bouillabaisse's heart. If he is to properly protect you from the vile instincts of others, he has to isolate you.

He's so sorry. He doesn’t mean to hurt you he promises! But spiking your drink was the only way he could knock you unconscious and whisk you away. He knows that this is the best option for the two of you, but he hates hurting you! He hates knocking you out forcefully, but he found a happy medium in the form of keeping you drugged just enough to be barely conscious. He finds you adorable like this, constantly coo’ing in awe at your inebriated form. You need his help to do everything, a situation that won't last forever, but something he quite enjoys.

When the two of you reach his homeland, he finally feels comfortable enough to let you recover. He sets you down in a big shell basin that's been padded with all sorts of fabrics and pillows.  Smiling at the fact that you look like a pretty pearl when sitting in the shell. The cave seems to be comprised of a small above-water-level portion where you can breathe comfortably, but the only exit seems to be an extremely long tunnel submerged in water. In order to leave you would need Bouillabisse’s assistance.

He holds you as you kick and scream for release from the caves. He lets a few sparkling tears fall from his eyes. He is so frustrated that you can't see the truth! That the only way you’ll truly be happy is with him, right here where he can give you everything you need.

He feeds you just a drop or two of pufferfish poison.  Just enough to keep you from accessing your magic and prevent him from doing what's right. It makes your body run hot and you struggle with physical activity, but Bouillabaisse does everything he can to provide for you.

Now that he has you all to himself, he needs to find a way to mark you. He needs to own you like you own him. While it's likely not a permanent fix, he fashioned a collar for you. Made from the thicker bones of his tail and metal embellishments. He adores dressing you up and perhaps the collar was simply the start, but ever since he wrapped it around your neck you find that he has an odd fascination with picking out your clothing within the limited selection he carried.

Your relationship with Bouillabaisse has drastically changed but it's hard to get mad when you realize most of his actions come from his almost child-like level of ignorance. He loves you and he's not afraid to say it. Perhaps with enough time or patience, you could even convince him to let you leave. Provided you pay the transportation tax in the form of kisses. <3

Threat level: 4/10

Love level: 9/10

[suzulaii]

hai suzu! i was wondering could you please write slow burn of @dazkive and @im4yeons ? thanks <3

—﹒How much I enjoy you and your existence

𐔌 synopsis ; a new meeting is always nice, but when a spark happens who knows if it'll dim or flow.

𐔌 a/n ; i actually enjoyed writing this so more chapters to come o7

The small coastal town of Marbury has always had a nice tranquil feeling to it, everyone knew each other like close neighbors with some people coming and going. Gigi, a small local painter, has always been known for some of her paintings that she'd do on the beach. Her days were spent in a small studio overlooking the harbor, always surrounded by the scent of saltwater and oil paint.

On a summer morning Gigi was setting up her easel on the beach, before a figure she hadn't seen before appeared on the horizon. She had a striking appearance as the woman moved with a confident stride, her short hair catching the sunlight. Gigi couldn't help but watch as she walked closer, feeling a curious feeling in her chest.

The woman stopped a few feet away from where Gigi was settled down, looking out over the water. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she said, her voice rather smooth with a happiness to it.

Gigi smiled, a little surprised by the sudden conversation although not displeased. "It is. Especially at this time of day."

The woman turned to her, eyes sparkling with an unreadable emotion. "I'm Silas, by the way." She extended her hand with a smile on her face, and Gigi took it, feeling a warmth that most definitely had nothing to do with the sun.

"Gigi," she replied, her voice steady despite the flutter in her stomach. "I haven't seen you around before."

Silas chuckled, a rich sound that made Gigi's heart skip a beat. "I just moved here. Needed a change of scenery. And this place..." She looked back towards the sea. "It's perfect."

Gigi nodded, suddenly feeling self-conscious. She rarely met new people due to how remote this area is, and for someone as striking as her she's definitely a breath of fresh air. "What brings you to Marbury?

Silas's smile faltered for a moment, then she shrugged. "A fresh start, I guess. I needed to get away from the city, clear my head." She paused, then added, "And maybe find some inspiration."

"Inspiration?" Gigi echoed, curious.

"I'm an artist," Silas explained. "Or at least, I try to be." She glanced at the canvas in front of Gigi, where the beginnings of a seascape were taking shape. "It looks like you understand the need for inspiration."

Gigi nodded, feeling the start of a connection form between them. "Yeah, I guess I do. Painting is... well, it's everything to me."

There was a comfortable silence as they both turned to look at the ocean. The waves lapped gently at the shore, and seagulls called overhead. Gigi felt a strange sense of peace wash over her, mixed with an unfamiliar excitement. There was something about Silas that drew her in, and she couldn't quite place it.

As if sensing her thoughts, Silas turned to her with a soft smile. "Maybe we could grab coffee sometime? I'd love to hear more about your art."

Gigi felt her cheeks warm, and she nodded, trying to sound casual. "I'd like that, there's a great little cafe in town."

"Perfect," Silas said, her eyes holding Gigi's for a moment longer than necessary. "I'll see you around, Gigi."

As Silas walked away, Gigi watched her go, a small smile playing on her lips. There was something about this new woman that felt like a fresh breeze blowing through her life. She didn't know where this new connection would lead, but she was curious to find out.

The next few days passed with Gigi constantly thinking back to meeting Silas. The town's usual rhythm seemed almost mundane compared to the spark she'd felt during their brief conversation. Every time the door to her studio opened, Gigi found herself hoping to see that familiar silhouette.

It wasn't long before her wish was granted. One afternoon, as she was engrossed in a particularly challenging piece- a fractured mind Gigi heard the door chime. She turned, expecting a regular customer, but there stood Silas, a smile on her lips and a book tucked under her arm.

"Hey," Silas greeted, stepping inside and glancing around. "I hope I'm not interrupting."

Gigi quickly set down her brush. "Not at all. I was just... trying to capture this idea before it fades from my mind."

Silas walked over to the canvas, studying the painting. "You have a real talent for capturing emotion in your work," she said thoughtfully. "It's like I can feel the turmoil just looking at it."

Gigi felt a blush creeping up her neck, compliments on her art always felt a little surreal, especially when they came from someone she was so intrigued by. "Thank you," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "It's kind of you to say that."

Silas turned to her, her eyes warm. "It's just the truth. I was actually hoping you'd be up for that coffee we talked about. If you're free, that is."

Gigi's heart fluttered at the invitation as her mind blanked for a moment before panicking, she quickly nodded, trying not to seem too eager. "I'd love that, let me just clean up a bit, and we can go."

A few minutes later, they were walking through the quaint streets of Marbury. The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the town, and the sea breeze brought a refreshing coolness and fresh smell of the water. They chatted casually about the town, their favorite spots, and the best places to get coffee or sightseeing. Gigi found herself relaxing, the initial nervousness melting away as Silas shared stories of her time in the city and the decision to move to Marbury.

The cafe they settled into was cozy, with a few locals scattered around, enjoying the quiet atmosphere. They ordered their drinks and found a table near a window overlooking the harbor. The conversation flowed easily, touching on everything from art and writing to their favorite books and movies.

As they sipped their coffee, Gigi found herself opening up more than she usually did with new people. There was something about Silas that made it easy to share her thoughts and dreams. She talked about her love for the true feelings of art, her struggles with capturing its true essence in her paintings, and the sense of peace it brought her.

Silas listened intently, occasionally asking questions or sharing her own experiences. "You know," she said after a while, "there's a certain kind of feeling in the way you see the world. It’s inspiring and fresh, really."

Gigi smiled, feeling a warmth in her chest at the compliment. "I could say the same about you, it takes a lot of courage to leave everything behind and start fresh."

Silas shrugged, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Sometimes you just have to take a leap of faith. Besides, I've always believed that new places bring new stories."

Gigi nodded, understanding the sentiment. They fell into a comfortable silence, sipping their coffee and watching the boats in the harbor. There was a quiet connection growing between them, a sense of understanding and mutual respect.

As the afternoon turned to evening, the cafe began to fill with the warm glow of the setting sun. Silas glanced out the window, then back at Gigi with a soft smile. "It's getting late, I should probably let you get back to your painting."

Gigi felt a pang of disappointment at her words but eventually nodded. "Yeah, I guess I should." She paused, then added, "But I'd really like to do this again sometime."

Silas's smile widened, her eyes lighting up at the invitation. "I'd like that too. How about a walk on the beach next time? I could use some inspiration from your favorite spot."

Gigi felt her heart lift at the idea. "Sounds perfect."

As they parted ways outside the cafe, Gigi watched Silas walk away, her heart a little lighter and her mind buzzing with the possibilities of this new connection. She didn't know where things would go from here, but she was excited to find out. There was something undeniably special about Silas, and Gigi was intrigued to see where this connection would lead.

[lover-also-fighter-also]

Uncommon Character Asks: 1, 5, 14, 40, 43, A, G, H, J

For both Anitha and Ria

Ask list here

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Anitha: Not more than 10 seconds. She needs to do something or she will explode with boredom

Ria: Maybe an hour or so? She is a person whose social battery gets exhausted easily, and recharges after some alone time.

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Anitha:

Anitha is more optimistic and she is all about giving second chances. But if they misuse that second chance, nobody in the world can convince her to trust them again.

Ria:

Ria is much more conscious and sensitive about trust. After being a social outcast for years, it is much more easier for her to mistrust people.

14. What animal do they fear most?

Anitha:

Its gonna sound a little silly, but Anitha is not a fan of monkeys, particularly because when a monkey took her snacks from her during a school trip to a wildlife sanctuary. Since then, she remembers to keep her food close to her whenever she goes for a nature hike.

Ria:

Ria has a hell of a fear for lizards, after a fake one was thrown on her as a prank. Show her a lizard and she will run away from there.

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Anitha:

Anitha is more accepting of her flaws. She knows that she isn't perfect, but she makes it a point to not let her flaws define who she is.

Ria:

Ria is highly sensitive to her flaws because she feels that it makes her less and unworthy of anyone's friendship or love. It took her a much longer time to realize that those flaws are a part of her, and its what makes her.

43. If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

Anitha:

Guys, girls, it doesn't matter. I'm attracted to all of them.

Ria:

I'm only into girls, Brian!

A. Why are you excited about this character?

Anitha:

Anitha was the first choices MC character that I have created. As a huge Harry Potter fan, I've always loved The Elementalists, and after creating her, it feels like a part of me exists in the magickal world. She is everything that I wish that I was a couple of years ago. Confident, Athletic, open and a real flirt.

Ria:

Considering that OG: HSS was one of the first choices books that I have played, it made me excited to create a character with a solid backstory of my own, and have so many headcanons as to what Ria is like, her interests, romance, career and future.

G. What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

Anitha:

Maybe that Anitha is sometimes overly-confident and rushes, before thinking of what the consequences to her actions might be.

Ria:

Ria is constantly haunted with self-doubt on whether she is good enough for people to like or not.

H. What trait do you admire most?

Anitha:

Anitha is never scared about what is going to happen to her. She is willing to do whatever it takes to protect her loved ones.

Ria:

Ria is resilient. She never goes down without a fight, and whatever she does, she gives her 100 % effort into it.

J. Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

For both Anitha and Ria, the backstories were my own because canonically nothing was shown about their lives before Penderghast/Berry High. In the story, there are some canon traits that I want to exclude like for Ria, she had no interest in running for Prom Queen, yet it seemed like she was pushed into the role. And for Anitha, in TE book 2, she would feel much more horrible after attacking Atlas with blood magick that it might take more than 2 chapters for them to reconcile.

[jakowskis]

Day 28 - Do you like how tragic Torchwood is, or do you wish it was more light-hearted? Do you think the ‘dark and adult themes’ were explored sufficiently?

torchwood's weird bc it exists in this place where, like, the creators + writers were all coming at it from different angles, and i think there was a lot of... internal confusion amongst individuals, too. like, a lot of the concepts in chibnall's scripts are actually profound and intriguing when it come to the characters themselves - but he's also the guy who put a cyberman in a bikini, and the guy who came up with the sex alien, so. rtd, idek his vision tbh - in the director's commentary of i believe the first episode, he says something like "everyone's talking about what a dark, edgy show it is, but we've got a pterodactyl. can we talk about that. like that's ridiculous - it's brilliant." so i think he was partially intending for it to be kinda silly from the get-go. but he also did push the dark edgy adult spin off angle, so idk. the show tried to do both and it's... kind of iconically bad, but also unique and, imho, endearing. you certainly don't see it elsewhere. i love my bad 2000s show.

as iconic as that edgy campiness is, obviously torchwood would've benefited significantly from simply picking a tone and being consistent with it. s1 was criticized for unevenness, but i think it was earnest in its ridiculousness, which i appreciate. it committed. s2 takes itself a bit less seriously and leans into the silliness, which some ppl like, but i find it less compelling. idk, s1 is just special to me; it's so experimental and tonally bizarre, but i love it. i always say torchwood's weird bc it's like they had gold but they somehow managed to bury it in manure. like there's a spark of something magic but you have to wade thru the shit to get to it and even then it's not there for the taking, you're like eternally digging for it and you're constantly finding little tiny pieces of it HFKDSF or at least thts my experience (<- guy who's a year into being insane about this fucking show. it is Not that deep im just ill.)

and a lot of that magic exists in the underlying darkness. torchwood isn't dark when it tries to be; torchwood is dark in the implications. it's haunted by it's own darkness but it refuses to look directly at it. watching it is, like, you're staring at smth simple and underwhelming, but there's something terrifying in your peripheral - but if you look right at it it won't be there. so you're fascinated by what you can't fully grasp at. again, maybe i'm just deranged, but that's how i feel about it. there's so many insane connotations in each episode that feel peripheral and unconscious. it's bizarre. it's probably just the result of bad writing, but i do not control what my bastard brain latches onto and decides is worth painstakingly deconstructing.

so what i'm saying? is where torchwood 'thinks' it's dark, it's not, and what's actually dark isn't even a consistently conscious thing and therefore isn't remotely touched on. so, no, they're not explored well at all. that's what fanfiction's for 👍 im very stimulated with this fixation still, after all this time, bc there's soooo many cool threads that i can pull from and actually put the work and time into playing with in a way the show wasn't willing to, and i love that. i love dark themes in general, i'm very naturally oriented towards miserable things, and torchwood's so tragic and dark but it doesn't live up to its potential whatsoever. so many good seeds that didn't get planted. that being said, i do like the silly shit. but if i could make it stick to a tone, i'd have it commit to the dark stuff, because i mourn what could've been. it's a ghost that follows me 🫵

[eldritchsurveys]

1176.

Loaded Questions: Party Game - Part 1 bonesofivory All questions from the Loaded Questions game

What is not worth all the money in the world? >> I bet I will finally think of a funny answer for this randomly in the middle of the night when I'm trying to go to sleep. What would make for a ridiculous new national holiday? >> But there are already so many ridiculous national holidays. I feel like we're full up on those at this point. What would cause you to give a child a "time out"? . What is something you would want to do every day? >> Bask in a sunbeam like a cat.

What word or phrase do you overuse? >> I can never remember one when asked, but I do have a few phrases and words that I sometimes feel self-conscious about because I know I use them constantly.

If you were in jail, whom would you want for your cellmate? .

If you owned a nightclub, what would you call it? >> The Church of Ill Repute. It was the name of a bar/nightclub/concert venue type place I made up for a roleplay character on Vampirefreaks back in the day and I still love it. Or we could just go with something like "Cathedral" or "Midnight Mass" or something if that one's Too Much. (Yes, I'm mostly inspired by that one club that used to exist in NYC that was in an old cathedral -- forget what it's called now, was it... Limelight?? idk but every day of my life I regret I was born just a bit too late to have been able to go there myself.)

What image should be next to the word "extraordinary" in a dictionary? >> The aforementioned NYC nightclub. On what TV show would you make a perfect guest star? .

How do you know when you're having a bad day? >> My thought patterns are the first indication, because I get real self-punishing and defeatist and borderline-to-full-suicidal real quick. It's a pretty dramatic shift. Also my executive function goes entirely out the window instead of just, you know, straddling the windowpane and threatening to jump.

Where is a terrible place to fall asleep? >> Any of the brown line trains, they're just terrible for that. You don't want to try to sleep on a (J) or something, like, that's just silly. I was always partial to the orange line, the (F) especially. (D) can be pretty good too since it turns local at night. Blue lines are a safe bet too. Didn't care for the (E) much but (A), sure, can get some good ZZZs on an (A).

What would constitute a bad neighbor? >> So many things crowded into my brain at once, where do I even begin. I think I'm just particular. How do you think you'll celebrate your 100th birthday? >> I don't know what kind of person I will be at 100 (to say nothing of what kind of world this will be in 2087...), so I really couldn't say. Which television family is most like your own family? >> Imagine one of those Black family sitcoms like The Bernie Mac Show or Everybody Hates Chris but there's no laugh track when they casually joke about beating their kids etc. Also it has to be on HBO because it's not actually suitable for "family" audiences.

What would make you turn off the TV immediately? >> Being bored by whatever is playing on it. It's hard to pinpoint a specific thing that would bore me, it's generally more an overall vibe than anything else. What would significantly change the mood right now? >> Oh, you know. Pretty much anything, to be honest.

What is the most impressive thing you can make? .

How are you planning on changing your life for the better? >> I'm not planning on that at all.

What is the most creative thing you have done recently? >> Whoof...

When is having very little of something actually a good thing? >> Hmm. What do you wish took a shorter amount of time to accomplish? >> Downloading. It's 2024 and I'm still letting game downloads run overnight while I sleep because they take so goddamn long. The latest BG3 patch is going to be my villain origin story when it finally drops. If your birthday became a national holiday, how would you celebrate it? >> It sometimes is a national holiday, but I cannot convey how much I hate sharing my birthday with Memorial Day of all things. I wouldn't want my birthday as such to be a holiday, though. My birthday is for me and people who specifically know and want to celebrate me. Also, I don't want to be associated with this nation.

What is something five out of five doctors can agree on? >> Lab coats rule.

What would be a strange gift to give at a baby shower? . What is a terrible thing to stuff a turkey with on Thanksgiving? >> Anything, I hate that people stuff the turkey. Soggy stuffing is the worst.

What inexpensive thing would you love to receive as a present? >> I mean, a lot of things. There are a lot of inexpensive things in the world that I like.

If Columbus discovered today's America, what might cause him to go back on his ship and sail away? .

What is a terrible excuse for forgetting a loved one's birthday? >> I took this literally at first and was like, "well, forgetting is largely involuntary, people don't forget on purpose, so...???" but I think "forgetting" is being used loosely here, to mean something more like "not acknowledging/overlooking" which could be for any number of reasons, including "I just didn't feel like putting any effort into acknowledging it", which, well, isn't great for a relationship. So, yeah, I guess that.

If you had to give the same gift to everyone on your holiday list, what would you give? .

What celebrity doesn't need a Halloween mask to look scary? >> That is a bit meaner than I'd prefer to be about people's appearances. Upon blowing out the candles on your next birthday cake, what will you wish for? .

What present would you immediately re-gift? >> I can't think of anything but overall I am pro-regifting.

If you could put a stop to one holiday tradition, what would it be? >> Fireworks. 100% What do you have an abundance of and could share with others? .

What information should not be communicated through text? .

What would you most like to find when going through your bag of Halloween treats? .

What have you done that would put you on Santa's naughty list? >> I am permanently on Santa's naughty list for the crime of wanting to bone him. If you could interview the devil, what would be your first question? >> "Doin anything tonight? 😏"

What kind of pet could someone have that would make you think that person is crazy? . What road sign do you wish existed? >> If I was wittier I would have had a ball with some of these questions but my mind just doesn't work that way 98% of the time, RIP.

[jjsanguine]

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RULES: highlight the ones that are true and tag 15 people to do it. I hate tagging people it feels like I'm yelling in their ear. Feel free to tag me though, it is always welcome unless you're insulting me or something

100% true about me // partially true or unsure if applicable

APPEARANCE

Blonde hair // I prefer right clothing to loose clothing (I basically have to for sensory+disability reasons. If I could I would still exclusively wear skinny jeans) // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair (never doing that again the bleach smell fried my nose hairs through an FFP2 mask) // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails (I used to but I can't anymore) // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look (I'm not on T yet) // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards (I haven't worn a baseball hat since 2014, I physically couldn't)

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language (ish) // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition (I've won loads of awards but all were medals and one time a brass(?) plate) // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing (enjoy is a strong word for writing books but I do enjoy writing songs) // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing (I fucking love singing) // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with (a) friend(s) (my preferred method of socialising is incompatible with being COVID conscious) // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years (I don't have a "best" friend but I've knows all my irl friends at least 10 years) // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend (I'm not really sure when a relationship counts as friendship online. I didn't really use social media at all till 2016, or seriously before the pandemic) // I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days ( when I'm in Nigeria. In the UK it's just inconvenient) // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep (usually YouTube videos though) // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire (smoke inhalation ≠ fun though) // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities (I'm not in education currently but was heavily involved when I was) // I enjoy Mexican food (or as close as you can get to it in the UK) // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower (I sing constantly) // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

[tinyidle]

Look bestie, idk if hard hours are open but whatever, you'll read it when you read it. I am frothing about how seonghwa/hongjoong/yunho...actually I'll include San & jongho as well, how they would all love it when their partners are shy & embarrassed. It has me thinking thoughts!

I'll have thoughts come up about the others but right now I'm just imaging how Yunho would make the perfect 'first bf' because I think he would just be excited to be your first & he would just make you feel so special about yourself. I think he would tease the absolutely loving heck out of you whilst doing it, 'aww you look so cute when you blush for me'.

Imagine when you start getting intimate with him and you're like undressing & you're covering yourself because it's all new for you, he would just look at you with those puppy dog eyes and rub shoulders & say in a soothing manner, 'you have a beautiful body bunny, let me see all of it'.

Plus, when you've grown more confident with him, he would definitely use it as a way to humiliate you, just imagine you're pinned underneath him & you're all red in the face because even though you've been together a long time, you're still self-conscious. He would look down at you and coo at you in a mocking tone, 'aww is my sweet bunny still shy after all this time? Maybe I need to f*ck the embarrassment out of you mmh?'

yunho is bias wrecking everyone i see... it's okay, me too. (fem!reader)

he'd be very gentle with you, whether it'd be your first time with him or your first time in general. reassuring you how perfect you and your body is, and how happy he is to be able to show you what he can to help you feel that way. when he's given you the courage you needed to be around him shamelessly in more intimate times, that gentle act would soon dissolve into gentle aftercare. during the sex, however, expect him to make you flustered for the things you asked for, making you either repeat yourself or even tear up from him teasing you constantly. "look at you... you were so innocent before. but, now, bunny, even your own friends wouldn't recognize the slut in front of them. too bad that only ill be able to see you in this pretty state." if you try to even show an ounce of timidity he'd probably either fuck you with a teasing tone or threaten to record your moans and pleads for your friends to hear.

now for hongjoong. i can't remember the atiny tumblr writer here (please let me know who so i can credit them properly!), but they wrote a small fic of hongjoong fucking you in front of his mirror on the ceiling. i melted when i read that. hongjoong would take his time with you in the beginning, being as vanilla as possible. but the moment you say that you want your sex life with him to go further, he'd go feral. if you were to get shy and flustered whenever he'd dip his hands into your shorts while watching a movie or something, his smirk would appear. "are you really getting embarrassed over something as simple as this? well, let's see how embarrassed you'll really get when the good stuff comes." good stuff as in making you ride him with your head being forced in place to watch from the mirror where you and he connected.

idk why i think this but seonghwa and san might be the same person when regarding corruption. they, like the others, are sweet. so sweet you think you got a toothache (pls laugh im funny). once you told them that you can get into the kinkier side of things, let's say that you almost wished you hadn't.

seonghwa would make you and him play a more dependent relationship; ddlg if you will. he wouldn't make you do things you wouldn't want to, but he'd love when you'd turn your head and whine that licking his cock like a lollipop was too dirty. he'd chuckle before lifting your chin up with his thumb and index finger. "but you said it like that earlier on. baby, are you shy? or are you misbehaving. bad girls get punished, you know."

san would probably do the same thing, except he'd probably gaslight you into thinking you said something you didn't, but he knows you want to because he read the journal you kept and often shared with him (he would read the pages you kept hidden). "i thought you wanted daddy to fuck you hard today. isn't that what baby wants." you, feeling bashful would turn your head. "uh-uh, look at me or else you won't get what you want," he said while rubbing along your inner thighs, so close yet so far to where you want him.

jongho. oh my god jongho. he knows his strength, you know his strength, everyone knows his strength. he's strong everywhere: his vocals, his physique, his willpower. he felt honored that you gave him the permission to share your first ever sexual experience with him, and he made it memorable. but since then he's always treated you like a porcelain doll bound to break. when you finally told him to ruin you (and actually tried to by 'pinning him' to the bed and starting to ride him, he couldn't take it anymore. he picked you up and pounded you against the wall. when you were on the verge of cumming and babbled out how you were close, he laughed. "why are you so mindless now? you wanted me to be rough, and here i am. do you want your friends to see you in this state: so fucked out like this? tell me, love." then and there you would burst.

a/n i was reading other writers' answers to this ask and let's just say that i liked it a lot 😏

[stray-kids-react]

Shy s/o doesn't think they deserve them

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° He loved your shy personality, he just wanted to cuddle and praise you all day long. Even though you are a naturally soft person, that also comes with a lot of insecurities.

° Your boyfriend is a hot aussie leader with a heart of gold who fans call daddy, you can't but feel that you don't deserve such a God like boyfriend. And he can see it bothers you.

° Chan is a sweet heart who will check in on you as often as he can even with his busy schedule, he knows having an idol boyfriend can be stressful and he wants to comfort you.

° Felix was baking brownies, which you usually helped him out with even if it is just to cheer him on as he does his thing. But both of the aussies noticed your missing presence.

° Chan waltzed up to his studio, where you often hung around when you were at the dorms. Once he walked inside he noticed your figure curled up in a chair.

° You were scrolling through some messages that were sent to you via Instagram. None of the messages were pleasant, and Chan's heart broke as he read the truly gruesome ones.

"Maybe they are right. Maybe I don't deserve you." you sighed, slumping back.

"Don't say that, you are a beautiful person inside and out who I couldn't survive without." He reassured, taking your phone away as he cuddled into you.

Lee Know

° Minho always liked you since you first met during the shoot of hellevator. He was pretty obvious with his fondness of you, but you never believed that he could like you.

° Later on once you began dating, he soon realized how low your self confidence truly was. So he made a promise to himself to try and increase it as much as he can.

° Many fans would threaten you for 'taking Minho away', but Minho would shred the letters before you could see how many there truly were. He knew it would hurt you.

° Minho is very affectionate towards you and likes to show you his love through touch. Whenever you seem down, he will cover your face in small pecks until you begin to smile.

° Has seen how come fans and staff treat you, pushing you around and telling you that you aren't worth his time. Minho took it into his own hands and protected you from them.

° He doesn't like seeing you upset or feel like a burden to him, especially since you are so special to him. Minho asked Chan and JYP if he could take at least a week off, they said yes.

"You didn't have to take a week off just for me, I am okay with your schedule." You explained, ruffling his hair.

"I know you're okay with it, but I needed to get away just for a while. And I miss you everytime you're not with me." He replied, gently placing a kiss to your head.

Changbin

° Will do anything to make you see for at least a second how important you truly are to him, he usually sends you hearts and does an adorable aegyo voice when talking to you.

° When you first began to hang out, you were very distant and almost never said a word. Changbin wanted to get to know you, so he constantly made efforts to befriend you.

° Once you opened up you Changbin, he noticed how self conscious and self critical you were of yourself. His confusion as to why you hate yourself only grew stronger.

° Every morning when you both get out of the shower, he will stand you in front of the mirror and poke every feature on your body saying that it is gorgeous and perfect.

° Likes knowing that you feel comfortable around him and that you have him to go to when you are feeling down. He wants to always be there for you and support you.

° Won't admit it to you, but he once teared up while you were asleep because he picked up a hate letter that was directed at you and he was worried that you read it.

"Your eyes, stunning. Your tummy, adorable. Your ears, cute. Your lips, kiss able. Your butt, squishy. Your shoulders, gorgeous..."

"Binnie you have five minutes before dance practice, you should really get going now."

Hyunjin

° Hyunjin is known to be a visual God in all of kpop, even though he is also VERY talented. Many people have a crush on Hyunjin, and you happened to be one of the many.

° His personality was addictive to be around, his looks were God like, and his talent was insane. Thus making it harder and harder for you to see how much he truly adored you.

° You saw yourself on totally different levels, you alwere at a ten while he was in the thousands. Your thoughts always doubting a scenario where you two would date.

° Assuming Hyunjin was just being nice to you, it became very hard for Hyunjin to clue you into that fact that he liked you. Everyone knew this except for you it seemed.

° Jisung, being a close friend to both Hyunjin and yourself. Took it upon himself to try and arrange a way for you to not be so self critical and completely oblivious.

° The next afternoon, you walked into the dance practice room which was now turned into a full on romantic dining area. Shocked as you saw Hyunjin with a rose in his hand.

"Is this for me? It can't be... There must be some sort of mistake or-"

"No mistakes, I've liked you for a while and thought I was being obvious enough. But Jisung told me that I should simply confess."

Han

° You and Jisung have been dating for a while, and you watched proudly as Stray Kids gained more and more popularity as they deserved, since they are talented kings.

° The hate comments sent towards you, and the jealous fans or occasionally staff members and idols. Those never used to bother you, but they became more frequent.

° This slowly picked away at your already small amount of confidence, over thinking everything you do or ever did. And Jisung began to notice your distressed state.

° After a performance he went up to you back stage and leaned in for a kiss, when you barely responded to it and looked around the room nervously, his heart twisted sadly.

° Jisung took you to an unoccupied dressing room, and locked the door behind you. He cupped your cheeks gently as he rested his head against yours. A small sigh escaping him.

° You felt all of the built up sadness and anger rise out of you, as tears slowly sprinkled down your cheeks. Your hands clinging onto his back as he embraced you.

"Shh shh shh, it's okay. Just let it all out, it'll be okay. I'm here for you, you know that."

"I'm sorry, I just felt like I don't deserve you and I shouldn't have been so distant, their words just really hurt."

Felix

° Felix knew it was going to be a bumpy ride seeing as he is under a huge company and his band is very popular, but he was willing to go through all of that with you.

° You and Felix were best friends before you started dating, he knew you were shy and quite distant when it came to people. He started to find it cute after a couple years.

° JYP himself has criticised you for interfering with his idols's lives. Even though you didn't interfere and honestly helped Felix calm down throughout the schedules.

° Felix was disappointed by some fo the fan's toxic behavior towards you, knowing that those types of comments will stick with you for quite sometime. You made him happy and he wished others would see that.

° The other members and artists under JYP saw you as part of the big jyp family, but even their support couldn't stop the sadness that brewed as more hate letters were sent.

° You didn't want to stress your already overworked boyfriend, so you tried to find a quiet spot to cry in. But Felix knew you too well, and knew where you would hide.

"I'm okay Lix, I don't want to stress you out since your already on a hectic schedule today. I'll be fine I swear."

"I won't leave until I know for a fact that you are okay, the practice can wait. You need me right now and I'm going to be here for you."

Seungmin

(He looks so cute! I couldn't help myself lol)

° You were also a beloved idol, and many eoopel actually found your relationship with Seungmin quite adorable. You felt lucky that there wasn't so much hate directed at you.

° Even though you both seemed to have it easy compared to other idol couples, you couldn't help but feel insecure when Seungmin treated you like a queen/king.

° Many fans of yours knew that off stage you are an adorable shy bean, but no one except for Seungmin knew why you would become so shy and distant towards others.

° Your shyness came from extreme anxiety and self image issues. You never had much confidence, and Seungmin made many goals to try and bring your confidence up.

° One day after a hard performance, you sat in front of your dressing room mirror and let your tears slide down your cheeks silently. Letting your anxiety take over everything.

° Seungmin walked in with a box of celebration cupcakes, only to have hsi smile fade once he saw the tears rushing down your features. He felt his heart sink.

"I'm sorry Seungmin. It's stupid really, but I just don't feel like I deserve you."

"Y/n, we are perfect for each other. I spoil you with love and affection because you always make me feel special and loved."

Jeongin

° You knew how beloved Jeongin was, by fans, members, idols, netizens, family... Everyone. This sent a large amount of pressure towards you once you began dating.

°Jeongin loved your quiet and calm personality, it was a nice break from the loud JYP building and Stray Kids dorms. Your shyness is what attracted him to you.

° He liked cuddling with you in your apartment, talking about nothing and everything as a random movie played in the background. It was his favorite place to be.

° You both were open with anything that was bothering you and never let something stir inside of you for too long. He wanted to be your safe haven for when you need one.

° One weekend when he was staying at your place, he noticed you seemed more quiet than usual and asked you what was bothering you. Since something clearly was.

° You snuggled into his chest as you clung onto him tighter, sighing in defeat knowing you will have to admit your feelings even though you think they seem silly.

" I feel like I don't deserve you. I mean, you are Yang Jeongin a literal angel."

"You deserve the universe and everything in it, I love you and only you. Don't put yourself down, remember how much I care about you."

[kiegem]

﹥ Insecure s/o

"anyways, can I ask for a head canon for Kenma, Atsumu and Bokuto for an insecure fem s/o and she says "I wish I was pretty like her" or "i wish i have their body" stuff like that in front of them?" - anon

⥅Genre ━ fluff, comfort, fem!

⥅Characters ━ Kenma Kozume, Atsumu Miya, and Bokuto Koutarou

⥅Warnings ━ comparing and self-doubt.

⥅Authors n: Thanks for the req! (edited 08.12.21)

K E N M A – K O Z U M E

I'm sure Kenma would notice straight quickly since he's a sharp observer, and he'd question you right away. He would not, however, push you to speak. Making you feel uneasy is a major no-no for him.

If you tell him, he will do his best to help you, despite the fact that he isn't particularly good at it.

You and Kenma were lounging on the sofa today, he playing his Nintendo and you looking through Instagram. When you first launched the app, you saw a photo of an idol you adore. She was talented, kind, and attractive.

You gazed at her portrait, quietly comparing yourself to her, thinking to yourself, "How can someone be so gorgeous when I look like this?"

And kenma was the first to notice. He saw what was going on right away and realized he needed to do something to enhance your self-esteem. Isn't it correct that he'd never allow his cherished significant other feel insecure? “Y/n, do you have anything bugging you...?” He paused his game and turned to face you.

“I wish I was as attractive as she is. As you stare at the photo, you admitted, "Recently, I've felt so hideous." Kenma let out a sigh. “Well, you're really appealing to me...Y/n, I adore you in every way. Please keep that in mind. ” he flushed as he fidgets with your fingers, hoping his comments weren't too invasive.

Kenma may not be the best with words, but you can clearly sense his love with the simplest gestures.

A T S U M U – M I Y A

Atsumu is completely over heels in love with his s/o, so he'll be shocked if you're self-conscious about your appearance.

He'd shower you with compliments, and he'd go out of his way to make you feel good about yourself; he's your cheerleader.

Despite the fact that he is obstinate. Please bear in mind that he respects you like a queen and would never push you.

He'd observed how you constantly seemed to stare at yourself in the mirror for hours, how your grin never reached your eyes, and how you always covered yourself. Particularly your body.

He'd had enough and felt motivated to take action. He wants you to know how much he cares about you. He lifted your chin up so he could see your eyes once you sat alongside him.

 asking, "What's wrong, babe?" You pouted as you reached for your phone, 

“I feel like I'm gaining/losing weight, and I can't help but feel uneasy whenever I see models on my feed, you know?” He was wounded when you showed him a photo of a female. You groaned and put your phone aside, saying, "I've always desire to have her body..."

“Every aspect of you is already beautiful.  You're the epitome of perfection!” He grabbed your thigh and whispered, He grinned as he said, "And I like these, but please talk to me if you ever feel insecure again."

You laugh and say, "Will do, sumu."

B O K U T O – K O U T A R O U

This kid isn't stupid; he can tell you're insecure about something, but he doesn't know what it is — you're simply too attractive.

But he wouldn't wait until you went insane before approaching you; he'd approach you whenever he had the opportunity.

The fact that you're insecure hurts him on the inside. And he wishes to comfort you in every way he can.

He genuinely cares about you.

Eventually, you and Bokuto were cuddling at his place while watching volleyball. You enjoy cuddling, but your body is refusing to comply. You've never been fond of your physical appearance.

For instance, the two goddesses, Yachi and Kiyoko. When you become close to them, you can't help but compare yourself to them. You have a sense of being left out.

You had the impression that everyone was quietly criticizing you, and you didn't like it. Strangers' looks make you want to pull yourself apart as you pass by them.

“You seem down sweet, something upsetting you?” you ask, surprised at how long you've been quiet.

“oh, sorry. But I was simply curious. Is it true that I am attractive? At the very least, am I presentable...like the other managers?” He was taken aback; you're self-conscious about your appearance, which is something he adores the most.

“Of course you are!” says Bokuto, " Please know that you are stunning from head to toe, and I consider myself lucky to have you.” He pouted and hugged you.

“Let us create our own universe so that no one can judge us! Do you think that's a good idea?” He cuddled you with a big smile on his face.

“Thanks, kou...that sounds nice.”

[lazywonderlvnd]

Imagine Harry learning to play the guitar after the war and Draco finds out when they start dating and is obv a slut for it. Anyway what I'm here to beg for is sexy-guitar-player-Harry smut please and thank

first of all nonners I’m so sorry this took me lit rally 59 years to answer!!!! when I saw it in my inbox last week I was abt to answer n be like yes. this. And then realized it needed to be written and got sidetracked w the first himbo harry installment but here it is now and let me just SAY this trope is my new FAVORITE thing in the world oh my goddddd when I tell u the way I’ve been yelling to glows and cielia abt it 👁👄👁

highly recommend listening to wonderwall when it comes up to Complete the Experience. hope u enjoy ❤️

“I’m sorry, he what?”

“Yeah, he’s really good,” said Weasley. He nodded towards the acoustic guitar hanging on the wall; Draco had taken notice of it the first time he’d seen Harry’s flat but never paid it much mind after that, taking it for decoration, or perhaps an unused gift. “He’ll play if you ask him. He doesn’t like showing off.”

“Which is silly,” Granger said, rolling her eyes. “I’ve told him, just because he’s good at it doesn’t make it showing off. I wish he’d play for people more often.”

“He has literally never mentioned this to me.” He felt utterly stunned and completely cheated. He tried to picture it and couldn’t. “How long’s he been playing?”

“Picked it up after the war. It was kind of funny, actually  --” Weasley started saying, but Harry came back into the room -- still pulling his shirt on -- and he broke off, giving Draco a significant look that told him to bring it up.

“Harry,” said Draco imperiously, to which he received two raised eyebrows as Harry fell into his favourite armchair and pushed a hand through his still-damp curls. Draco matched his expression and glanced at the guitar. Harry followed his gaze, looking genuinely confused.

“What, what is it?”

“When were you going to tell me you play?”

“What, guitar?”

“Yes, guitar.”

He shrugged and grabbed for one of the beers on the table, wandlessly magicking the cap off. “I dunno. When it came up, I guess.”

“The way your friends tell it you’re quite good.”

Harry gave Weasley and then Granger a sour look; both of them gave it right back to him, which was, admittedly, amusing.

“I can play all right,” he said vaguely, and took a swig of his drink. It did make some sort of sense, now Draco thought about it -- the tips of Harry’s fingers were far, far too calloused to have been just from casual Quidditch and Auror training. 

“You know, Harry, it actually comes off as more pretentious when you act like this,” said Granger. Weasley snorted. Harry glared at her. “Just play for him, won’t you? And us too -- it’s been ages.”

“Yeah, what’s that Muggle song you play sometimes that I like?” said Weasley.

“I dunno, I’ve played a lot of Muggle songs.”

“He means Wonderwall, Harry,” said Granger, grinning. Harry finally smiled too, and although their little Muggle joke was lost on Weasley and himself he was glad to see that it had apparently been the prodding Harry needed to give in. He set his beer back down and went to get the guitar; something about the way he threw the thin and fraying strap over his head, the way his hands went effortlessly to their places, was unexpectedly attractive. The left one curled easily around the neck of the instrument, heavily-roughened fingers finding their odd positions on the strings, something Draco had always thought looked very painful.

He plucked a few chords and then began fiddling with the knobs at the head of the guitar, tuning it in what was clearly the Muggle fashion, which against his will left Draco completely fascinated. Having no musical inclination himself, he could make nothing of the process except that Harry apparently heard the discordant notes in there well enough to be able to fix them, and finally when he brought his thumb down across all six strings it sounded as sweet and clear as if it had been done by magic.

“Course he likes Wonderwall,” Harry said to Granger even as he began playing, fingers shifting and moving and contorting to create the notes while he strummed softly, effortlessly, and the music crawled over Draco’s skin and inside of him. “I remember Dudley listening to it, like, what … summer before sixth year? On the radio constantly.”

“Sounds about right,” said Granger. 

 Draco had stopped paying attention to what they were saying, though. Either because the music itself had something haunting about its melody or because it was Harry playing it, or perhaps a combination of both, Draco felt a pit of emotion form in his chest to round off the edges of his growing arousal.

And then he started singing, and Draco swallowed very hard. Granger dropped a head onto Weasley’s shoulder and watched with a tender expression, Weasley similarly enamored. Harry had his eyes on his hands for the most part, closing them a few times throughout, looking as comfortable now as he did on a broomstick.

Only three months of official dating had not prepared Draco for the flood of emotions he now felt, yet the most pressing matter had become the semi trapped uncomfortably in his trousers. He wanted those talented fingers in his mouth, to feel the callouses on his tongue and taste Harry on them; he wanted to feel them on the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and hip bones, to have them buried so deeply in his arse that he forgot where he ended and Harry began. 

Of course, he had to keep this to himself for the next hour, until he was able to get Granger and Weasley out of the flat. And once he did, he didn’t bother dragging Harry to his bedroom -- Draco pushed him up against the front door that had just closed behind his friends and hauled him into a kiss that he felt Harry grinning into.

“I thought you seemed tetchy,” he muttered, hands dropping to Draco’s hips. “Oasis really does it for you, huh?”

“What the hell is oasis?”

“The band who does the song.”

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s the band who does it for me.” He kissed Harry again, maybe a little too hungrily, and dug a fist into his side when he started laughing. “Shut up, why the hell didn’t you ever tell me you played?”

Harry pulled his head back, looking at Draco with an arched brow and an infuriating smirk. 

“What do you mean, ever? We’ve only been together three months, it didn’t come up.”

“God,” Draco muttered, and now he reached down and pressed his palm against Harry’s cock, pleased to feel how hard he was in spite of his ruthless teasing. “You’re so annoying.”

“Well if I’d known how randy it would make you I might’ve played for you a long time ago.”

Having had quite enough of Harry’s particularly sarcastic brand of wit, he ignored this last and reached for one of his hands, removing it from his own hip and bringing it to his lips. It was extremely satisfying to watch the smirk disappear from Harry’s face when he sucked one of his fingers into his mouth. 

“Bit fetish-y, isn’t this?” Harry said breathily, eyes wide as he watched, looking half amused and half awed. In retaliation, Draco took another finger into his mouth and slid his tongue between them, tasting soap and salt, feeling the callouses on the tips of his fingers and letting that sensation grip his insides like an iron fist. “Jesus Christ,” Harry groaned; his free hand went to Draco’s jaw, holding him steady, and with a truly outstanding audacity began fucking Draco’s mouth with his fingers.

They dipped bluntly past his uvula, scraping the back of his throat so he gagged around their intrusion. Saliva built with an excessive speed that had it drooling out of the corners of his lips and coating Harry’s knuckles. Draco closed his eyes and let it happen, opening his throat against the relentless assault and curling his hands in Harry’s shirt just to steady himself. 

They were gone too soon and Harry’s mouth replaced them, much gentler but still with a tangible sense of urgency about it.

When he broke away, he said against Draco’s lips, “Like my fingers, do you?”

Draco merely nodded, feeling their wetness against his cheek. 

“Then turn around,” said Harry, “and I’ll fuck you with them.”

Draco let out a soft, embarrassing whimper and let Harry spin them around and press him against the door, cheek-first. He undid his flies himself and Harry tugged them down his legs and off his feet, allowing Draco to spread them slightly. Harry’s fingers were there immediately, sliding slick between his cheeks and over his hole. The memory of Harry’s hands on the guitar was still so fresh, his fingers changing chords effortlessly, sacrificing them to blisters and callouses and roughened skin for the music they created, and Draco closed his eyes against a fresh wave of arousal and another pang of emotion.

“You really are incredible,” said Draco, biting back a moan as two of those dexterous fingers slipped inside of him. Harry fucked him with them slowly, carefully, seeking out his prostate and angling for it each time once he’d found it. Draco turned his face to press his forehead against the door, eyes still closed, nails scraping wood. “And I like that song.”

“It’s a good one,” Harry agreed. His hot breath caressed the back of Draco’s neck, fingers pumping, his other hand back at Draco’s waist. “I have a million more I’d love to show you.”

Draco didn’t bother trying to find his voice again: instead he pushed back against Harry’s driving fingers, everything that wasn’t the relentless stabbing against his prostate driven from his mind. His neglected cock slapped against the door with every thrust, the red and irritated head dripping pre-come against the wood. Only half conscious of the decision to do so, he wrapped his hand around it and pulled and squeezed and zeroed in on the bursts of pleasure radiating outwards from inside his body until it all spilled over and he came in great pulses, gasping for breath while Harry kept at it. 

The fingers slowed as he reached his peak and began coming down but they didn’t stop, nor was his prostate given much of a break. Harry reinforced his grip on Draco’s waist and kept pumping, a steadier rhythm that nevertheless rubbed and prodded at that little bundle, making his nerves tingle and fizzle and scream out their overstimulation.

“Harry,” he said weakly, knees buckling. “Please …”

It could have been comical the way Harry followed his movement as he slid down the door to the ground, except it wasn’t. It was infuriating, actually, and felt at once like more than he could possibly handle and exactly what he needed. His forehead and his hands went back to the wood, bracing himself as Harry, kneeling behind him, continued fucking his beautiful, merciless fingers and stimulating Draco’s overworked prostate. 

He pushed a third one in alongside the other two and Draco was shocked to feel a hot tear leak out of the corner of his eye. Harry crooked them expertly, with all the confidence and surety of someone who had done this a million times, could do it in their sleep, as if it was not the guitar strings but Draco’s body he was strumming now, an instrument fine-tuned to his own particular cadence and rhythm, which he and no one else could play quite right.

Lips parted, hot breath echoing off the door and back into his face, Draco allowed himself to be taken apart with the same ferocious intensity he’d seen Harry use on the guitar. Each stroke brought him back to full hardness, each stab against his prostate made his nerves sing a tormented chorus, drowning out the pain of the wooden floor against his bare knees. 

“Shit,” Draco choked out, “I’m gonna come again …”

“Well that’s the idea,” said Harry. His voice was full of that same witty and well-meaning sarcasm Draco liked so much, even when it made him feel like punching him. Snatches of the song came back to him, Harry’s voice when he sang it, the expert shifting of his fingers where they pressed and plucked at the strings like he was making love to them. It was all so very much. 

He came a second time without even bothering to touch his cock, because he just didn’t fucking need it. His body thrummed and vibrated like a snapped rubber band while Harry coaxed him along his high and back down again. When he finally pulled his fingers out he leant forward over Draco’s back and kissed the side of his neck, then the corner of his jaw. 

“You know you make much lovelier sounds than the guitar, just so we’re clear,” he said, and Draco, with what strength he had left, shoved Harry and watched him fall sideways laughing. 

[wordsnstuff]

Hi! I've read some of your writing tips and they're amazing! I'm writing a Draco Malfoy fanfic and I want to show his character development. I neither want to whitewash his negative traits nor make it look like a toxic relationship. Do you have any advice on how to write this character arc?

Positive character development without romanticizing toxic behavior...

Let’s see. The first thing I’d sort out is where exactly the main character’s (or reader’s, if you’re writing in second person) limits and boundaries are. 

What would he say that goes too far?

What would he do that’s unforgivable?

What would he say/do that would drive her away, but could be forgiven with conscious change and introspection on his part?

In my experience reading relationships between a toxic person whose arc is mainly personal development and a main character who is the catalyst for this, the cardinal sin writers commit is not punishing the toxic person for their behavior through their love interest. 

The thing is, everybody has their limits. Everybody has their deal-breakers, and when a main character doesn’t have any boundaries or constantly forgives the toxic person because “they’re hot” or “I can change them” or “it could be worse” or “they were nice to me that one Tuesday in June”, it ruins the reader’s immersion because, while these allowances to happen, they can be harmful in fiction that ultimately has a happy ending. 

Make Draco say something that goes too far and then have his love interest go completely ballistic, or ignore him for weeks on end, or show him in some tangible, inevitable way that you can’t do that, and you need to stop doing it if you want any positive relationship at all, with anyone.

Also, if you want to avoid making the relationship look toxic, then spread this phenomenon onto the rest of his personal relationships. Show other characters being fed up with his attitude, or other characters feeling betrayed when he starts to change for the better and leaves them behind in the process. Show how his change affects people other than the main love interest, and relationships other than the one he’s trying to create. Family, friends, etc. should all be apart of his arc, and that way his positive development isn’t simply written off as “he’s playing a part to get into this person’s pants, he’ll be back on his BS later”.

TL;DR: all actions have consequences, whether that be positive or negative. The relationship will read as toxic if his bad behavior never warrants any negative consequences, and he’s abundantly rewarded for the slightest effort to be good. His positive development cannot just be confined to his relationship with his love interest. It has to be observed, evaluated, and impacted by the other people around him, because it’s not real development if only one person can see it, it’s interpretation. 

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Lately, I've found myself drawn to stories ( and I mean drawn to as in envisioning those stories in my head, thinking them through to the very last detail, not reading, let alone writing them down, because I've long since accepted that they will never turn out quite the same on the paper ) where Red is the one who'd been seriously hurt and, therefore, rendered unconscious for an indefinite amount of time and worried Liz is the one who doesn't leave his side, hoping and praying and pleading that he would wake up. Probably, something that has to do with how unfair it is that we've seen Red keep vigil by hurt!Lizzy's side – playing music for her, holding her hand, reading to her etc. – a number of times and yet, over the course of 8 seasons, never have ever been allowed the pleasure of seeing Liz do the same for him ( not even when he was shot – because she left to retrieve the Fulcrum and couldn't come back until the fight was over – or when he was poisoned – because she'd been waiting to be cleared to see him and he ran away the moment he wasn't actively dying, because that's Red for you all ), even though she loves and cares about him as much as he loves and cares about her.

I mean, just imagine the possibilities!

Liz pacing around the waiting area of Red's mobile hospital while he's in surgery, unable to think about anything else other than how he looked – battered and broken and barely alive – when they've found him and how his head rested in her lap ( she could almost convince herself that he was merely dozing, if he wasn't so deathly pale and still and there wasn't so much blood on his clothes and her clothes and her hands and the backseat of the car ) and his hand was limp in her death grip as they rushed him to his doctors and she whispered words of reassurance and encouragement to him even though she knew he couldn't hear her and how she had to fight the instinct to curl around her lover and snarl at anyone who would come close because she can't let him be hurt further as the medics took him away from her, exchanging observations and orders that didn't sound particularly reassuring. She's also acutely aware of the fact that Red is fighting for his life – there, just a few feet away from her – and, though he's the strongest man she's ever known, he may not win, and so she makes a promise to the empty air in front of her that she will kill him herself if he dares to give up on her and Agnes like that now, when they've just reached the good, right place in their relationship, just confesses their feelings to each other. At some point, Dembe most certainly pulls Liz in for a hug, letting her cry in his shoulder, doing his best to comfort her ( even though there's nothing that can bring her more comfort than Red's hug, when he – alive and whole – wraps his arms protectively around her and holds her close and lets her hide from the whole world in his arms, his chest, his shoulder and neck – wherever she prefers to burrow her face at the time – and the memory itself makes her cry harder, because there's a possibility that he will never hug her like that again ), even though he's just as worried and scared as she is, and Mr Kaplan helps Liz clean up, washing away Red's blood from her hands and producing seemingly out of the thin air fresh clothes for her to change into.

Red, of course, pulls through the surgery, beating all odds, and Liz's heart floods with relief at the good news before sinking when the doctor explains to her and Dembe and Mr Kaplan the extent of Red's injuries and that it's impossible to say when – or even if – he wakes up.

And so the waiting game begins. Liz doesn't leave Red's side, holding his hand, stroking his knuckles with her thumb and never letting go, constantly talking to him and reading to him and even asking Dembe to bring the record player and some records from the Bethesda apartment to play to him, hoping that it would elicit some kind of response from him. Yet, as they days go by, there's not a single, smallest sign that he's aware of anything that's going on around him, that he's still there somewhere and is trying to find his way back to her, to them – he doesn't stir, doesn't so much as flutter his eyelashes, and Liz grows more desperate with each passing day, even though the doctor assures her that Red's slowly but surely improving ( but she can't see it with her own eyes, and if she can't see it, she's less likely to believe it, the more time passes with him just lying there, undisturbed by the loud, chaotic world around him ).

And then there's Agnes... While Liz keeps vigil at Red's bedside, the babysitting duties are split equally between Aram and Samar, Charlene and Cooper, Ressler and Audrey and Dembe and Mr Kaplan. Yet more often than not whoever picks little Agnes up from school and / or her ballet classes brings her over to the safe-house where Liz and Red are. She doesn't seem to be as unnerved by Red's state as her mommy is, climbing on his bed each time she visits ( after giving her mommy the biggest hug, of course ) and leaning in close to him, examining his face thoughtfully before half-asking, half-stating "He's still tired, mommy?". And Liz usually replies with a hoarse "Yes, baby" because she doesn't trust herself not to get choked up if she tries to answer more eloquently. Agnes simply nods then, satisfied with the explanation why he hasn't woken up yet, and settles against Red's side – mindful of his injuries and the spider web of wires and tubes connecting him to all sorts of monitors and machines – and either naps ( especially, on ballet classes days ) or tells her mommy and Red ( she talks to him just like Liz does much too easily – promising him to show him the new moves she's learnt when he wakes up etc. – as if she's already done that before or seen anyone else do that... unbeknownst to Liz, she did both – when Liz herself was in a coma, Agnes both saw Red talk to her mommy and was encouraged by him to talk to her, too, because it may help her mommy sleep easier and maybe she'll get better sooner and finally wake up ) about her day or does her homework or draws ( more often than not, she draws either cards for Red to read when he wakes up or just things she wants him to see ). And when the time comes for her to leave, she always kisses Red on the cheek, wishing him "sweet dreams" and to get better soon, and then gives her mommy, who tries so very hard not to tear up but fails miserably, a hug and a kiss, too, and tells her frequently that she shouldn't cry because Red is just too tired, just like she – Liz – once was, and that he just needs to sleep a bit more.

And when the door behind Agnes closes and Liz is sure her daughter won't see / hear her, she breaks down hard, in big, ugly sobs, because her little girl shouldn't be acting so naturally in this kind of situation and because she wishes so hard that Red just woke up, because she can't do this, any of this, without him.

In the end, once his body has healed itself enough and he regained enough of his strength, Red, of course, does wake up. It's a slow process, and Liz thinks she might either faint or go mad from the overwhelming feelings that are swirling inside of her when Red moves for the first time in what seems to her like forever – squeezing her hand feather-lightly – and when he leans slightly, unconsciously into her touch when she strokes his cheek – out of habit, without even expecting any sort of reaction from him and being pleasantly surprised – and when he opens his eyes for the first time – it's a brief occurrence, with his eyes slipping shut tiredly again after just a few moments, and he's still pretty much out of it, apparently, not even noticing her presence by his side, but for Liz it's a major event – and when he finally, finally looks directly at her – alive and conscious and alert – and calls her "Lizzy". He's still weak and his voice sounds terrible and Liz knows she shouldn't let all of her pent-up feelings – the fear and despair and frustration and love and relief and exhaustion – out on him like that – he's just woken up, after all – but she can't hold back the tears nor the jumbled mess of "thank you"s and "I love you"s and " "I've missed you"s and "I'm so so happy you're back" and "I was so worried" and "Don't ever scare me like that again" that spills from her lips as she leans in to kiss him lightly and give him the gentlest of hugs...

(Since I'm not a ficwriter and, therefore, have no intentions of using this pile of ideas/images/feelings myself, I wouldn't mind at all if you or any other writer drew inspiration from this rambling of mine)

Ahhhhh 😭😭😭 Are you sure you're not a fic writer, anon?? Cause this reads like some quality hurt/comfort to me!! 🥲🥲 Honestly, this is a lovely scenario to imagine & it gives me a slightly bitter sense of satisfaction to think of Liz suffering through just a fraction of the time Red spent by her side while she was in her coma... especially if it's the catalyst for fEeLiNgS to emerge tee hee bc, you're RIGHT, we were woefully deprived of those situations in the show & I'll never not be sad about it tbh. More specifically, things I love the most about this in no particular order: Liz having to "fight the instinct to curl around her lover & snarl" *swoon*, Liz swearing she will kill him herself if he dies LMAO, Dembe hugging her for comfort & Mr. Kaplan helping her get cleaned up 🥺🥺🥺, Liz playing records for Red yasss, AGNES & everyone taking turns babysitting her while she misses her Daddy desperately but deals with the situation with a maturity & grace beyond her years in an effort to help her grieving Mommy through it cool cool mkay mkay, Liz only breaking down once Agnes leaves OWWW, anddddd Liz being a blubbering mess when Red finally wakes up & calls her "Lizzie" & they kiss *whispers* it's fine, i'm fine 🙃 IN CONCLUSION, I love this anon, thank you for sharing this lovely little AU with me!! 🥰 And much, much love to you, of course, my friend!! ❤️

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JEON WONWOO

Series : To all the boys

Pairing : Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Type : non idol au, ex-lovers au

Genre : angst, drama, fluff, romance

Warnings : none

Word count : 1k approx

Synopsis : You decided to write some letters to every boy who was a part of your past as your last message after getting diagnosed with chronical disease.

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To,

Jeon Wonwoo

I heard a lot about you after we graduated, I wanted to keep knowing about your whereabouts and everyone kept informing about you too.

I came to know you broke up with Yena after a year of our graduatation but she says that you are still together when asked so I really don't know.

Wonwoo, I know that you're hard to handle, it's hard for you to open up to people but you need to find someone who'll stay by your side forever, someone who'll understand where you're coming from.

I wanted to be that person, genuinely, but both of us lost that chance, I don't regret it and I don't think I'll ever do but I hope you'll actually settle down for real, cause I still hear about you time and around and I'm not happy with it when I get the news about your affairs.

You were my first love, that puppy love everyone so gush about, you know? And I will always adore the memories I have had with you from you constantly hitting on me to me confessing to you.

From you asking me to tidy your uniform blazer so you could get closer to me to me obligating because I too wanted to be closer to you.

I'll forever cherish the memories of us.

I remember the first time I realized that I was in love with you, you were standing beside my bicycle in the rain, your hair a mess, your shirt disheveled, your breath unsteady as you watched me walk in your direction.

I hated rain, you know that, but God I couldn't stop myself from stepping out in the rain just so I could be near to you, where you were beside my bicycle.

Normally I would have waited till the rain stop, I could even hear Andie yelling at me to stop but all I could focus was on you.

I didn't realize I saw you in a different light, it wasn't my first time looking at you since you were my classmate but this time around I was hooked and when you smiled at me mumbling a soft sorry with that deep and horse voice of yours, I knew I was gone for real.

Reminiscing those memories still bring an innocent and naive smile on my face, how beautiful and simple things were back then.

Everything was suppose to go smoothly, where did we go wrong? I did so many things for you, I took care of you when things got rough, you said I was your peace, where did we go wrong?

I always wanted to ask you, what was so special about Yena that she stole your attention from me so easily? I let you play around cause I knew you would come back to me in the end.

Was I supposed to show you I own you in front of everyone? Was I supposed to scream out loud that you are mine and no one should be near you? Was I supposed to tie you upto me? I shouldn't have let you have your way.

I felt so hurt but I couldn't bring myself to even ask you why you finally decided to have a proper relationship with Yena cause I felt like I wasn't that important to you, I didn't even get the news from you, Dani told me about it.

You're so greedy but I still loved you, I loved you to the point where I only cared about your happiness and I let you have control over my actions.

I hated you, I hated you to the point I wanted to hurt you for hurting me but I couldn't do that cause even if I loved you or hated you, your happiness was something I always prayed for.

I know you tried your best to break me and Seokmin, but I couldn't let you not when I knew it was affecting you so much.

I knew you were greedy and that only made my will to never leave Seokmin more strong. He wasn't supposed to be the victim of our toxic love, and I lost count on how many times I tried to save him from you.

How greedy of you to only think of yourself.

I knew you were in love with me, when I could see the rage in your eyes everytime me and Seokmin would come across you.

I knew you were in love with me when you constantly asked me to wait till the right time comes. I waited and waited and waited. I knew you were just trying to live your life before you finally give your everything to me.

I know you were trying to live in your today cause you wanted me to be your tomorrow, but I couldn't see myself clutching my pillow and crying to sleep when you were living your life.

My conscious side wouldn't have allowed me to bear so much hurt. The right time never comes Jeon Wonwoo and I hope you had realized that.

Jeon Wonwoo, school's heartthrob who could get any girl he wants, couldn't get the one he loved the most when all he had to do was have some courage, how does it feel to lose something which was supposed to be yours and yours only?

I didn't write this letter to just curse and taunt you, I just wanted to say that even if two people love each other, they aren't always meant to be with each other.

And I especially want you to know that the next time you fall in love with someone, please do something about it as soon as you can, don't think you have time because you don't have it.

If you feel for someone just tell that person, don't hold back. You're too old to be playing around with girl's heart now, settle down please. I would love to see you being all happy and giggly with the love of your life.

Take care of yourself, don't regret the past, live in the present, don't worry about the future. I've always loved how carefree you had been, please maintain the real you.

Show the world the real you, don't be afraid, take risk, fall in love, don't be so hard on others.

Don't give people nightmares, don't go party around, life is short travel, do everything the real Wonwoo loves to do. No one is judging you. Don't be afraid to be you.

Remember, I'll always cherish our memories so you should too, don't look back at them and curse at yourself. Take care.

With best wishes,

To the boy who I have loved before.

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Pitch: The Adventures of Danger Rabbit- Chapter 2 Friendly Friendly (part 1)

Long story short, my dad wasn't arrested. Ms. Harper made her displeasure quite clear as far as my new form was concerned, but I wasn't taken away. Because of my mistake, dad had a reputation for being a careless father, and I was seen as a delinquent. Teachers started watching our family like we were career criminals, but dad raised me to be a good kid.

Regardless of the truth, I had a reputation that stuck with me as I grew up. Even into my junior year of high school, kids thought I was bad news. It didn't help that I had the worst luck imaginable, unlike Mr. Nickels, who I still had yet to find. Trouble seemed to seek me out. Just the simple act of walking home from school was dangerous enough to warrant fear of chaos. Freak accidents were a norm, and they only fueled the fire when it came to the negative light everyone shined on me. Of course, my dad always had the worst end of the fiascos because he had to deal with the aftermath.

If I had any luck at all, it was spent when I had the fortune of finding my two best friends.

B James was a girl who moved to town after my accident. Her parents were professional magicians, so naturally, I tried to get in good with them. I had hopes of them helping me. It turns out I didn't have to work too hard. BJ was fascinated with my form and impressed with my ability to create my own magic. I told her I didn't mean to transform myself, but I don't think she cared. She wanted to make new spells like her parents, and I suppose she thought I could help her. She overlooked how the rest of the school avoided me, but that might have been easy, considering no one flocked to her lunch table any more than my own. Remember when I said creating new magic was dangerous, well, BJ didn't care. We hadn't even graduated high school yet, but she'd created more spells than a person could count. It's important to keep in mind most of those spells had adverse effects or didn't do what they were meant to, but they did something.

My friend Wesson, a satyr I met in my freshman year of high school, didn't use magic at all. To be fair Fae, because of their natural abilities, didn't need magic as much as humans did. Even I had natural powers after my transformation like super hearing and invisibility. Which I'm sure is how Mr. Nickels managed to avoid capture for so long if he also possessed the same abilities. Wes being a satyr, was super fast and super strong, among other things, whether he appeared to be or not. We became friends after I tried to join the school's Creature club. There weren't many Fae that went to our school, so the club was meant to be a way of letting them all meet one another. Unfortunately, when I tried to join the club, someone pointed out I was born human, and that I was only what I was because I cursed myself. I couldn't join the club. Technically they weren't allowed to exclude anyone, but I thought it best to pick my battles wisely and let it go. Wes, being the best guy in the world, found me the next day and told me he thought the other kids were dicks for not letting me join the club. From that day on, I couldn't remember a time I couldn't fall back on the friendship Wes and I had.

It was two weeks till summer break. All of the ends of the year testing was out of the way, so everyone was waiting for the school year to come to an end. That Friday afternoon, I decided to walk BJ home. Despite my being close to Wes and BJ both, they never seemed to like one another. Every day I'd have to make a conscious decision whether to hang out with BJ, who loved playing magician and getting into trouble, or Wes, who was basically the brother I never had. BJ won that day because Wes had a meeting with the principal.

BJ should have taken the bus home, but I guess that would have been less time she got to work out new magic with me. We took a lot of back roads that day that eventually spit us out into the Dead Woods. It was the town's biggest forest, and it sat in the middle of everything. We learned in history class that old settlers named it the Dead Woods because back in the early days, when people were still coming up with most of the modern magic, they had to go far away from homes and buildings so bad magic wouldn't destroy anything. A lot of people died out there. Despite the bad history, it was a beautiful place as long as you knew where you were going.

"So there's this summer internship I read about," BJ said as we walked under branches while leaves crumbled under our footsteps.

"What kind of internship?" I asked.

We stopped walking so she could take her spell book out of her bag. The pages of her hand made spiral held weight and took time to flip through.

"For magicians. I thought you might want to go for it," she added.

"You want me to be a magician?"

"You created a working transmutation spell when you were 11."

I laughed at her, calling it a "working spell."

"Yea, and I've been trying to undo it ever since," I said with my amused tone still vocal.

"I could help you."

"I don't want to be a magician," I said in my most definitive voice possible.

"But I do."

I took a few steps away. I didn't want to stand too close while her book was out. Some of the stuff in that thing didn't need words to be activated. As she flipped through the pages, there was a danger similar to throwing a grenade into a kid's birthday party. Pages glowed and faded as her hands turned them over. I'm not sure how she managed to carry something around like that without constantly hurting herself.

"Then you should do it," I said as I crossed my arms and leaned against a tree.

She came near, and I knew to expect puppy dog eyes to fluff some kind of catch. That's what people do when they want something

"I need you."

I asked, "why," but she turned away.

"I need your spell," I thought she said, but I couldn't make out her words for sure, and with my big ears, that meant she was really quiet.

"What?" I asked.

"I need your spell."

I stood up straight.

"The spell that gave me fur and left with only eight fingers," I said before I continued with, " the spell that made my feet too big to wear shoes and ears big enough to hear my dad when he gets off at night."

"I have to submit a working spell to be considered."

"Then use one of yours," I said.

"None of mine work."

"What about the one you use to change your hair color?"

"It blinds anyone who sees me cast it."

"Then just use my spell, you don't need me for that, I wrote the words in some book, and I'll give it to you."

I wanted to get off the subject. Anyone who knew me knew how long I tried to find a cure for my curse. After years of turning over stones to no avail, of course, I gave up hope. That's not to say I didn't wish and dream for a way to change back, but being a bit of a pessimist meant I couldn't help but see the uneasy reality of how unlikely a cure was.

"It wouldn't be right to take credit for your work."

"But, it's alright to strong-arm your friend into an internship that'll take up our entire summer?" I didn't mean to sound nearly as argumentative or sarcastic as I must have at that moment, but it came out that way.

"There's a chance we won't even get it," she said, basically pleading with me at that point.

"If I say yes, will you leave me out of whatever experiments you're about to do?"

"But I had something special planned for today."

"That's my price."

"Deal, but you have to stick around to watch."

"In case something goes wrong?"

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to," I replied.

We exchanged a mutual grin before she adjusted her glasses and finally flipped around in her book to find the newly crafted spells. We spent most of the afternoon in the woods. BJ wrote a spell for growing plants faster, but it made anything made of wood burst into flames, including all the papers in my backpack. She tried to put out the fires with another spell meant to create rain clouds, but it summoned a swarm of butterflies that flew into the flames. Needless to say, they all died. They died quickly, but at least the fires went out.

By that time, it was getting dark.

"We should get moving," I said as I picked our bags off the ground burnt as they might have been.

"We will never speak of what happened here to anyone, right?"

"Like always," I said with a chuckle before handing BJ her ruined bag.

We started on our way out of the woods.

"Do your parents know you're applying for this internship?" I asked.

"Not yet."

"Don't you think they should know?"

"I'll tell them once I, " she started to say before I cut her off with, "did you hear that?"

"Hear what," she asked.

There was a sound coming from the bushes ahead of us. It was too big to be a cat, dog, or rabbit.

"Stand back," I said as I put my arm in front of BJ.

"Is someone there," I called out into the distance, but no reply was returned.

Only the rustling of the bushes broke the silence as something or someone came near. It was close. There was a momentary pause of nothing but the bugs around us falling silent, and then whatever it was lunged out at me.

It was Wes. He made me fall backward and rip the arm of my button-down shirt.

"Shit," I yelled out.

He tried to catch my arm on my way down, but he was too slow.

"Sorry, dude," Wes said with a laugh as he helped me to my feet.

"What are you doing out here?" BJ asked in a tone more annoyed than me, but I was the one with the ripped shirt.

"I need Pitch."

"Well, he's walking me home from school."

"Schools been out for 3 hours now, and you know how to get home."

"You want me to walk by myself," BJ asked.

"No one ever offers to walk me home, and we're the same age," Wes said sarcastically.

I cut in, "Wes, what did you need my help with?"

"I need your ears," he said.

"Let me get BJ home, and then I'll swing by your place."

Neither of them was even looking at me anymore; they were staring one another down.

"Alright, just make sure 'Bug Burner' isn't with you."

"You saw that!" BJ exclaimed.

"I'll be there, alone," I said as I held BJ back from Wes.

A few uneasy, and unwelcoming glances were exchanged before we took to our separate ways.

"I don't know why you hang out with him," BJ argued.

"Wes is cool," I said.

"Wes is just short of being a toddler. He doesn't use magic."

"I don't use magic."

"That's different; you can't afford it."

"That hurt," I said.

"You know what I mean."

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mind if i ask for some good soft stuff w Jeff and Toby? or Ben ! ...or EJ.........or Nina.... I'm sorry I will take literally anything I love ur hcs So Much and also Jeff needs more love uwu ((Gee Jeff how come u get to have so many bfs and a gf))

ILL DO SOME FOR EVERYONE!!! Jeff has50 billion partners we know this

this post got SUPER SUPER long i am so sorry everyonebut these r all like my favorite pairings ever SO…i wanna do them justice. under the cut because of the length!

Jeff x Toby

oh they just Love to mess with eachother and pull pranks on each other. toby especially loves to get at jeff withem. usually ends up making the other one just SO MAD

which then sometimes leads to playfighting .which then might lead to one of them getting pinned to the wall.which might end up in semi-angry makeouts .who knows hehe

parts-of-our-mouths-are-rotting-awaygang . toby likes kissing jeff a lil bit on his exposed teeth cus he thinksit’s funny. jeff acts annoyed by it but it makes him blush a little bit.

they both have the tendency to bekind of self destructive and just in general not doing basic self care stuff. sothey Try to keep a little bit of an eye on each other .they both hate to beover bearing but idk. they just care about each other a lot. And love eachother when they cant love themselves

toby and jeff both can be prettyemotionally explosive , so they try to keep each other as level headed aspossible. distracted and mentally ok so one of them doesn’t completely spiralout of control, though if that were to happen the other one will be there toget a hold of em.

The best way to calm either of themis grabbing a hold of them physically and holding their head in your arms untilthey chill out. Ungraceful maybe but effective and relatively easy.

they’re both pretty troubled, butthey’re trying to get it under control. They’re there for each other no matterwhat.

they like to go up to the humanworld late at night and fuck around. climb on stuff that shouldn’t be climbedon. play in fountains. vandalize shit. that’s date night for them. One day jeffgot ahold of some spray paint and they both went nuts with it, THAT was a goodday

Toby didn’t used to smoke till hemet jeff but now they’re both in it unfortunately aha..jeff kind of regretsgetting him into the habit but not much can be done about it now.

Since meeting Jeff toby’s definitelypicked up his kind of harsh sarcastic humor streak, and jeff’s actually gotten atiny bit nicer, though whether that’s of tobys influence or just the sideeffect of being in love is up for debate. So I guess there was a small exchangethere. They balance out nicely.

they both get beat up and injured alottt on the job, probably the most reckless ones of everyone. despite this,whenever the other one comes home all messed up the other one gets so freakedout and concerned, asking what happened and trying to take care of it. kind ofhypocritical but…they cant help it. 

they really really love each other.they wish they could both be healthier

Jeff x Ben

evenbefore they’re in a relationship they are Very close to each other. So whenthey actually get to dating, you know that’s solid. Nothing can tear themapart.

theywere very much, deeply in love with each other before ever admitting it . theyboth never wanted to say anything in case it ruined their close closefriendship but they both completely gave in eventually

they’rebest friends and best boyfriends at the same time. They’re each othersemotional and mental support. They love and care about each other so much, andare able to take care of each other so well because they so . deeply and intimatelyknow each other already. Yknow from being close for so long already. They reallydo trust each other with everything

it’slike they’re constantly together. They eat and sleep together, spend all daytogether, stay up all night together. It makes them happy, keeps them calm. The longest times they’re apart are when Jeff’s out killing or so injured he has to rest in his own room. 

Jeffhas his periods of really bad depression, and ben makes sure to be there forhim and take good care of him during these times. He’s very very calming andgentle and it keeps jeff calm and safe.

Ben,likewise, has long periods of bad depression too, which jeff helps himthrough. Takes care of him, keeps him distracted and comforted. Keeps himcompany.

Theyreally like to just hold each other and talk each other through things. Theyreally know how to communicate and what the other needs to hear and neverfeel lonely with the other around

Theylike to go out on the roof and smoke weed/cigarettes and kiss, sometimes they talksometimes they don’t. they could spend days alone with just each other.

They’ve known each other longer than they’ve known anyone else who lives there. that bond is special. and honestly, Jeff really is ben’s whole world. ben doesn’t know at all what he’d do without jeff. and jeff doesn’t know what he’d do without ben either. it feels like no one knows them like they know each other.

i guess the one little disconnect they have it ben doesn’t do the regular killing stuff like jeff does. doesn’t really get it. just stays home and does his own thing. sometimes he’s self conscious about it, like since he doesn’t do the same work as everyone else maybe he’s…weaker for it..or something. he doesn’t like to talk about it.

they’ve both been aloneand lonely for so long. Most of their lives really. So now that they have eachother they never ever want to let go

Jeff x EJ

Justas, a first things first, the moment ej sees jeff he already gets such a crushon him right away. It sounds so corny but he thinks jeff’s really the cutestguy he’s ever seen. A real love at first sight moment, even though hedefinitely doesn’t say anything about it at first.

EJ,also, is very much the caregiver type, and jeff desperately needs someone totake care of him, so they are really perfect for each other.

Jeffcan’t help but have a real soft spot for being taken care of , which ej is supposedto be doing for him anyway being the medic and all but still. Since ej’s been basicallyin love with jeff since forever he’s just so extra gentle and caring with himwhenever he’s hurt, it makes Jeff just melt…

I think ej’s very calm comforting level-headed logical personality is the main thing that makes jeff fall so hard for him. While he has other friends who try to help and support him ej actually seems to be the only one out of everyone who isn’t as badly effected by it. like he actually has the mental and emotional capabilities of supporting him. and slowly he just becomes so attached to and dependent on him, and he’s happy to love and support jeff

ej however has his really low points too, which jeff tries to help him through too. he holds ej in his arms and pets his hair or gently pats his back and listens to whatevers bothering him. which is all ej really needs. someone there with him. yknow

ej’svery casually affectionate, Jeff gets plenty of space if he wants but if they happento be around each other he loves to stand behind him and wrap his arms aroundhim, be close to him, touch his hair a little, run the back of his hand overhis cheek…really into light physical affection.

Couplevoted most likely to be caught making out in the closet randomly during the day

Ej isjust so completely in love with jeff, flaws and all, loves giving himattention, talking to him, taking care of him, giving him kisses. It is just embarrassinghow in love he is, even if he tries to only express it in private.

Jeffgets flustered and embarrassed easily with how sweet ej is to him, it stillgets him a little bit pink in the face even after being with him for so long, and tries to reciprocate it too. getting all cuddly and sweet with him when he feels the need to

Jeffloves bringing out ejs more outgoing social side. When they first met he wasvery reclusive and you know, loner-type, but jeff’s very outgoing andcenter-of-attention, so after some encouragement they’re both 100% party boystogether, which ej really needed. Being alone all the time was bad for him

Otherthan all that…They’re very strongly bonded and connected in a way they havetrouble describing. Ej just thinks jeff’s the most perfect man in the wholeworld , and Jeff thinks ej is just. perfect . so understanding and loving and caring and patient. he’s never met someone who puts up with his bullshit so well. and he is in Love

Jeff x Nina

Omg when nina finally gets to see him in person for the first time SHE IS SO EXCITED !!!! Runs up to him and gives him a huge hug, practically scooping him up off the ground !!!

He’s, very stunned at first, but gets his bearings back soon enough

After the initial rushed introduction, he learns why she’s here and he’s actually really flattered?

“You’re here??? For me??? you came all this way here to meet me???”

compliments really are the way to his heart lololol

and while he’s still kind of shocked from the whole thing….she is really cute….so that’s a plus

They spend a long time getting acquainted with each other, but nina naturally probably already knows a lot about him, which really just makes jeff more interested in her 

oh once they actually date for real nina is so happy!!! He’s everything she was hoping for and more!!! the guy of her dreams!!! he’s handsome and protective and cool but also sweet and caring and lets her cuddle up to him!!

Jeff has to come around to the idea first but once they’re dating for real he’s actually really happy too!!! She’s so energetic and sweet. its a much needed brightness to his life, he cant help but kind of fall in love with how affectionate she is. and how absolutely smitten she is with him

at the beginning she is very very clingy, goes everywhere with him,!! and he really does not object. honestly its a bit of an ego boost in addition to how much he really has accidentally fallen for her .

 but she does dial it down after a bit! she’s always just as sweet with him as ever though, as long as he allows it 

she’s actually a tiny bit taller than him, and uses that as an excuse to pick him up a little bit from time to time , which he protests, but she thinks its the cutest thing

she’s a very nurturing type girlfriend, she remembers all the stuff he has to do in a day and is checking in to remember if he’s done it. whenever he’s injured she insists on taking care of him

 EVERYONE notices after they start being together that he’s really cleaned himself up. like he showers regularly??? he’s started brushing his hair??? dressing?? semi-nicely??? he acts the same as ever, he’s just. cleaner. and everyone thinks she’s forcing him to be but actually he’s just started putting more effort in himself to impress his beautiful girlfriend, because he just reasons that she always puts so much care and effort into her appearance he should do, almost the same right?