#I tried to say something like ‘it’s poetic in my mind’ but it just doesn’t hit the same as

[technicallyaminecraftsimp]

Guys how the hell am I supposed to explain to other people why I love the Antenna Galaxies so fucking much without the “this too is yuri” meme

[saintobio]

the perfect boyfriend, feat. l&ds xavier.

pairings. xavier, fem!reader genre. fluff, smut, established relationship, 18+ tags. petnames (bunny), jealousy, virginity loss, unprotected sex, cockwarming, slight dom/sub play, same timeline!xavier notes. he’s still my l&ds main until july 15th just kidding :’D i love xav sm he’s literally so bf material to me

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who had a hard time expressing his feelings the first time he met you. he used to be a man of a few words—or, as you liked to put it, a very nonchalant guy. it’s not that he’s disinterested. in fact, every small interaction he’d had with you lingered on his mind all night. you’re all he can think about until he finally had the courage to confess to you one day, after saving you from a bunch of wanderers, and thinking he’d almost lost you. again. he just couldn’t let that happen.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who always responds to your texts and calls right after you press send or hit the ring button. he values your time and doesn’t want you to feel ignored after that one particular incident… when he fell asleep the entire afternoon and his phone conveniently died, only to see a number of missed calls and text messages from you the moment he woke up. he felt really bad at how worried you got, so he made a promise to always keep himself available for you.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who enjoys hotpot, and has made it a habit to suggest dining at his favorite hotpot place after a successful mission. it’s not just the spicy broth that he loves about that place; it’s also your care in serving him and arranging ingredients in his bowl. you were such a dream girl to look at.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who gets very jealous whenever you’d talk about another male colleague of yours. he wouldn’t say it out loud, but the signs are there when he starts showing that cute, grumpy face. he becomes very competitive too, asking questions like, “so, did you enjoy your time with him?” or “do you usually talk to him a lot?” and you figured that the best way to cut him off during his fits of jealousy, is to squeeze his cheeks and give him a soft, tender kiss, swearing to him that you are his and his only.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who makes it a routine to take note of the way other couples interact. and he’s specifically observing the man more than the woman. he has a journal called, ‘how to make my girlfriend happy’ where he writes about what he would notice guys typically do to make their girlfriends smile and laugh. one time, while he was walking downtown, he passed by an arcade place that had a row of new claw machines. the guy managed to get his girlfriend a stuffed toy, and in seeing how much the girl liked it, xavier invites you the next day for a claw machine date, promising that he won’t stop until he gets you the bunny plushie you wanted.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who loves it when you call him ‘xavi’, both casually and… sensually. there’s something so sexy about hearing you say “xavi~” into his ear, especially when you’re leaning way too close to him that he can smell that sweet scent of yours.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier whose mind is as vast as the known universe. he enjoys talking about the cosmos, the galaxy, and the stars alike—sometimes, he’d even be poetic about it. and that’s why he got the nickname ‘galaxy kid’ from you. there are nights where you two would go to the rooftop, watching the stars while lying next to each other. for xavier, there’s nothing more peaceful than stargazing with the girl he adores.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who was extremely nervous on your first night, because you were his first the same way he was yours. he doesn’t want to seem inexperienced in the sex department, so he tried gathering learning resources prior to you spending the night over at his apartment. in his head, he had mental notes, a very explicit and detailed one, of the things he had to do to please you: 1) kiss you, stroke your hair, and lay you in bed 2) slowly undress you, continue kissing down your body, cup your breast, and trace your curves 3) spread your legs open, place his fingers on your clit, then play with your sensitive bud, gently insert a finger or two 4) deepen the kiss when you moan, guide your hand and make you stroke his length, while he pulls his fingers out and sucks his digits to taste you 5) make sure you’re all wet and aroused, place his swollen tip on your entrance carefully, bury his cock inch-by-inch and stop whenever it hurts you, then wait until you’ve adjusted before he starts rocking his hips back and forth. was it a success? of course! he had followed every step diligently.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who ended up asking for two more rounds after your first session. he thought he didn’t perform well the first time because he felt like you made him cum too fast. he just didn’t expect you to be that tight, like your pussy was swallowing his member, your velvet walls wrapping around his girth as if milking him of his cum. missionary was the perfect position to start, but for the second round, he insisted on letting you ride him so you’d find the rhythm you want. and boy, did he go crazy as he watched you move your hips so goddamn sensually. he couldn’t stop his hands from touching your body, kneading your tits, and squeezing your buttocks. “my beautiful girl,” he’d moan, half-lidded eyes staring straight into yours, “you’re so good at this, y/n.”

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who finally learned what fetish means after personally experiencing one of his own. it was waking up with his cock still buried deep inside your cunt, his arms protectively wrapped around your frame as you slept soundly. or were you already awake by then? he wasn’t sure, but he could feel your pussy clenching around his shaft and he couldn’t tell if you were doing it on purpose. but damn, isn’t that hot? he’d think to himself, with his member growing harder the more he thought about it. “my bunny’s so naughty.”

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who loves it when you pet his hair like a good boy. your hands are magical! he’d fall asleep in a blink of an eye when he’s laying on your lap and you’re running your fingers through his hair. during nighttime though, he’s an absolutely sucker for the more dominant version of you. the way you’d pull his hair, grab his chin, and even as far as playing with his aching member using the tip of your tongue. agh! you’re making him sin.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who has a knack for giving you small gifts and trinkets, like that pretty little ribbon he saw at a store. or that moon-shaped desk lamp. or that pearl bracelet with a bunny charm. his girlfriend isn’t just sexy, she’s also cute. so she needs to have cute things!

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who treats you like a princess and makes sure you’re always warm and comfortable around him. too cold? he’d be sure to bring his hoodie for you. too hot? he’d buy you the best ice cream in town. whatever you wanted, he would get it. and he never, ever lets go of your hand whenever you two are walking around. he just can’t let you wander too far off, afraid that he won’t be able to protect you if he can’t see you. he adores you so much, and his heart swells at the mere thought of you. because there’s nothing more precious to him than the first and only girl he’ll ever love in this world. you.

[luveline]

HI!!! so i am obsessed with your reader x coworker james first kiss fic. can we maybe get something about what came after? like how were the interactions the day or week after, how did they behave around each other, did james tell the boys or was he too nervous?

—you and James maintain a facade that Remus sees through

James wheels his chair to be as far from you as possible. He leans back, turns his monitor. Through the gap, he has a perfect window of your face without it being obvious that he’s staring. Well, sort of. 

Stop staring. 

James reads Remus’ slack message in surprise. He glances at you, finds you still snacking on chocolate covered somethings less covertly than you mean to be, and decides to grace his friend with a message back. 

Nope 

James, Remus messages. 

I’m not really staring 

You’re staring. She can definitely tell 

James looks back to you, hoping to prove Remus wrong, but you’re staring straight at him. He has the instinct to look away and the sense not to, charmed into grinning when you squint at him, your mock suspiciousness adorable. 

“James,” Remus says, clearing his throat. 

James pulls his gaze away reluctantly. “What?” 

“Can you answer my email?” 

The email isn’t an email, but another slack message. Are you serious right now? You couldn’t be more obvious if you tried 

James flicks a pen lid at him. “Obvious about what?” he mouths. 

You get up and stretch, tactically failing to meet anyone’s eyes as you pick up your empty glass of water and leave. 

“James, what’s going on?” 

“What ever could you mean, my love?” 

Remus rolls his chair toward. “Don’t flirt with me. I’m serious, what the hell is going on with you? You’re supposed to hate the girl.” 

“Hate is such a strong word.”

“Well, you’re being a bit much no matter what.” 

James bites his cheek in a hurry to straighten up. “You think so?” 

Remus just stares at him.

James has done a fantastic job at keeping your kiss a secret. He doesn’t know how, mind you —you kissed him, you kissed him, you asked if you could and you kissed him like a sweetheart with the softest mouth he’s ever had the fortune to feel pressed against his own. 

Since your kiss, he’s been feeling weirdly poetic. He totally gets all those Carol Ann Duffy poems they made him read at school now. 

One day without telling anybody is impressive, at least to his own standards. “I know what I’m doing,” he says. 

Remus frowns. “I’d love to be informed on what exactly that is.” 

“Certain events have transpired and convinced me that I was quite wrong to have judged our girl so harshly.”

“Certain events?” 

“I’m allowed some mystery,” James says, before smiling so hard it makes him squint and his cheeks apple. He rubs at his face roughly in an attempt to move forward, but he remembers the way your kiss had melded from soft and shy to hungry. Fuck, he loved it. He needs another one. He has no idea how to get it. “Ugh, I’m gonna go get my lunch from the fridge.” 

“Sure you are. Alright, well, I’m gonna find Sirius and maybe he can convince you to start acting normal again.”

James goes to the kitchen first but abandons his charade when you aren’t there. He grabs his lunch, tucking it under his arm as he makes his way through to the break room. You’re thankfully, blissfully, sitting by the open window with a shop-bought salad. 

He nods at the chair across from you. “Can I sit?” 

“Yes.” 

“That’s all you're eating?” he asks. A little tray of salad is hardly enough to keep you going until the end of the day. “I have gyoza chilli noodle soup, it’s amazing.” 

“You’re gonna eat it cold?” you ask. 

He leans forward, elbows on the table, holding your gaze. “No, but I’m busy right now.” He needs time to look you over. Every time he realises how pretty you are is like another beat of his capering pulse. 

“Don’t harass me.” 

“I’m not harassing you.” 

“What would you call this?” You stab a few pieces of lettuce onto your fork. “I can’t have much more for dinner, I just had half a packet of chocolate covered strawberries.” 

“Don’t say that, like some snacks and a salad are more than you’re allowed. Here, I'll warm this up and you can share. You’ll really like it, the gyoza are amazing.” 

“So what, you’re gonna take care of me now?” you ask. You’re teasing, but there’s a slight edge of bitterness to it like you believe what you’re saying. James is swift to set that right, though he stays speaking in tongues with you.

“I’ve been trying to.” James can hear footsteps at the doorway, and besides, you’re right, he’s being too nice. He sucks in an unbothered breath. “Whatever, loser, stick to your sad salad.” 

Your eyes widen. “I don’t want your cold soup, you idiot.” 

Sirius and Remus filter in with one of your coworkers just behind them. “I thought you said he was being weird?” Sirius asks. “He seems pretty normal to me.” 

Remus sighs forlornly, prompting a side hug from his boyfriend as he shepherds him to the table where you and James are sitting.

“He’s always being weird,” you say. 

James kicks your foot gently. You pick through your salad with a poorly concealed smile. 

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Class 1B boy Random headcanons ──☆*:・ﾟ

MHA

Summary: Random thinks they do or say as your boyfriend*.•

Characters: Awase, Kaibara, Kamakiri, Kuroiro, Shishida, Shoda, Tsuburaba, Tetsutetsu, Fukidashi, Honenuki, Bondo, Monoma, Rin!

AWASE~

He pranks you all the time, just silly pranks like putting salt in your cereal. Nothing to serious but if he ruins something of your such as cereal he will make you more!

He welds you metal flowers with his quirk and says that cringy ass pick up line “my love for you will stop when this flower dies…btw it doesn’t die :)”

He tried making you food, sometimes it’s good sometimes it not- but you pretend to like it no matter what because it makes him happy and if you refuse it he will look dead in your eyes and say “eat it. Please.”

KAIBARA~

He likes gardening, he used his hands as drills in the dirt which makes it really easy to plant them. He asked you to pick out flowers and seeds to plant! He gives you the flowers he plants!

He loves playing with your hair, he loves curling it around his finger when he is bored

Whenever he gets hurt he whines until you kiss it better. You tend to his wounds then wait for you to kiss if

On the same topic he is kind of clumsy he trips over his own feet sometimes- but don’t worry he will be ok as long as you give him a kiss

KAMAKIRI~

He’s scared to kiss you sometimes because of the sharp appendages sticking out of his cheeks, he worries he may cut you. So you normally kiss him instead of him kissing you

He likes it when you compliment his hair, it makes him feel like a bad ass when you do!

He loves bugs so get him anything but relatable and he will be so touched! You also say he reminds you of a mantis, which he doesn’t mind. He’s sometimes insecure abt his looks so it helps!

KUROIRO~

He is like tokoyami, very poetic so he writes you poems sometimes. If you ask him to read them to you he will stammer over the words and blush about it, he is shy when it comes to you~

He scares you in the dark sometimes, like if the power goes out you literally can’t see him so he could jump scare you; “hey y/n” “HOLY SHIT!” “Oh I’m so sorry!”

He giggles like a dumbass, you could pop the most cringe at joke and he laughs like “hehehehehehehehehe” as if it’s actually funny

He acts cool to other people but once you come into the conversation he turns smitten

SHISHIDA~

He lets you brush his fur, he is sometimes to lazy to do it himself so he lets you do it instead

He sometimes thinks he scares you, he knows he looks a little scary because he is a ‘beast’ but he never wants to scare you so he has to make sure you aren’t. “I’m so sorry did I scare you!” “What no? You could never scare me your like a big teddy bear” “oh!”

You call him big boy to tease him, he blushes about it but does like it~ any time you call him that he covers his face with his hands!

SHODA~

He’s such a cutie patootie, he loves being held by you. When cuddling he will inch closer to you until you wrap your arms around him, he would ask but he’s too scared too

He is insecure since he is a little bigger BUT you make sure he does feel loved anyways by complimenting him or saying it doesn’t matter; “don’t you think I’m too big…?” “what? No! Your adorable!!!” He blushes :>

He cares for your wounds everytime, if you have a cut or something he will always disinfect it and bandage it, he also kisses it if he’s feeling brave!

TSUBURABA~

His idea of flirting is blowing you heart shaped bubbles your way with his quirk, if you pop them he sulks in the corner LOL

He literally thinks your a goddess, bro worships you and the ground you walk on, he would tie your shoes for you, or carry your bags whatever you want him to do!

His friends troll on him for liking you so much, he will NOT stop yapping about you.

Play with his hair. He will die if you don’t; “please I’m literally going to cry if you don’t” “Omg fine I’ll play with your hair.”

TETSUTETSU~

He also worships you but 10x harder, he would kiss your feet if you let him- which also means he is very protective of you. He would bark at anybody who tried anything funny with you

He tries flexing his quirk on you by doing dangerous things, most of the time he gets hurt and when you ask “why would you do that?” He says “I just wanted to impress you”

He worries you secretly like kirishima, since they are very similar. You heard him talking to kirishima saying if he ever when after you he would break him. After that you calmed him down and assured you wouldn’t leave him.

FUKIDASHI~

He makes cute little emoticons at you like (*^‿^*) to distract you from the fact that he is a walking thought bubble-

He reads your favorite manga just to impress you by bringing up scenes in stuff, he’s tryna make you think he is cool!

He’s canonically really short so he’s timid with you sometimes because you are much taller but if he uses his quirk right he can at most be 5,3 which ain’t the best either, you convince him that you don’t mind and honestly find it cute

He’s very shy when being romantic if he tries kissing you he mostly strikes out and flashes a sweat drop emoticon before turning away~

HONENUKI~

Out of everyone in that class he is the shyest with his partner, he is also very low in self esteem cuz of it.

He’s very insecure of his looks, he finds his teeth gross and scary, but you hold him and kiss his cheek letting him cry if he wants until he feels better

He’s great at massages, after training he always massages your neck and back! One time he accidentally hurt you and he cried a little over it-

He’s very funny, he’s your little comedian! He tells you silly knock knock jokes just to heard your sweet laugh~

BONDO~

He’s a very awkward boy, he is honestly shocked that he’s dating anyone let alone you. One he’s very socially awkward and looks different. But you asked him out anyway

He stutters sometimes when talking to you about dates or cuddling; “s-s..sure we can cuddle I g-guess.”

He doesn’t talk much, he definitely talks more than koda but he does shy away because he has voice cracks sometimes and it makes him feel stupid, you find it cute tho

MONOMA~

This little shit, he thinks it’s funny copying your quirk just to show you ‘how easy it is’ but most of the time it back fires and he gets hurt

He turns into such a big baby when he’s hurt, he whines like he’s paralyzed and begs you to care for him. “I need to be held it’s the only way I’ll be comfortable! In your arms!” “It’s not that serious. But fine.”

He’s really good at cooking, he makes full course meals and mostly eats it all himself. He saves a little bit for you tho

RIN~

He’s not shy, or awkward with you he’s just kind of…aloof- he sometimes just stared at you with a straight face like 😐 and when you ask what’s wrong he just goes “I’m just looking at your beauty?”

He loves laying in the sun, and watching the clouds n stuff with you, although he does get sun burned sometimes but he doesn’t listen when you tell him to put on sunscreen so he deserves it

He cares for you so hard, he lays blankets on you, he feeds you, he make sure you drink water! He is such a caregiver because he can’t handle if something happeneds to you.

Omg I love them. ANYWAYS ima post another class 1A Post then ima post a haikyuu headcanon I’ve benn workin on

Not proof readddddd

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

matilda - m. murdock

a/n: hey guys i have back pain and i have daddy issues so i wanted to write a quick blurb about it. so. sorry if you guys cant particularly relate to this one it's for me <3 warnings: ANGST, reader cries a lot, probably cursing, lots of daddy issues, lots of being upset, mentions of fathers being drunk, matt picks up the reader but matt in my brain can lift like 250+ so, uhhhh i don't know guys just angst and daddy issues ! word count: 1.2k summary: you have daddy issues and back pain. matt does his best to help. pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader now playing: matilda - harry styles "i don't believe that time will change your mind/in other words, I know they won't hurt you anymore/as long as you can let them go"

Matt finds you on the floor of the kitchen, your knees hugged against your chest. He is so tired, bruises starting to really hurt after sitting all purple and blue on his ribs and his arms. He’s just in his boxers his hair damp from a shower.

You are just in a pair of boxers and a muscle tee. Your knuckles are white, and you are staring into space in the most literal definition. It’s four a.m. You are a twenty something year old adult, you have not slept in your mother’s bed in years.

And yet, you feel like a child.

And your back is fucking killing you.

Matt sits next to you on the kitchen floor, goosebumps shooting up his skin as his feet and palms feel the cold, rough tile floor. His hand finds your arm and gently rubs his thumb against your skin.

“What’re you doing on the floor, sweetheart?” His voice is low and thick with sleep. He is so tired, that his words aren’t nearly as poetic, sappy or flirtatious as he wants them to be (maybe not all at once, but he most certainly wished they were better than that).

You consider lying to him for a moment. Really, you do. You could tell him that the floor is just more comfortable, that you want him to fuck you right here against the tiles, that you just could not sleep, that there is nothing deeper than a busy brain that cannot calm down.

“My dad called me while you were away.” You tell him, your voice soft. Matt will be able to hear it no matter how loudly or quietly you say it. And at your confession, he tenses. He has a complicated relationship with your father, but his relationship is calm compared to the raging waters that make up how you feel about the man.

“Okay,” he starts, rubbing your arm gently. “And what did he say?”

You blink.

“Nothing. Nothing that should have made me feel like this.” You tell him, a horrible taste in your mouth. From what, you do not know. Matt doesn’t respond right away, waiting for you to tell him more. “He was drunk.” You say quietly.

“Oh.” He knows you don’t drink. He knows you have a very complicated relationship with substances. “I can understand why that might be upsetting..” he tries, and you shake your head, your face twisting into frustration, anger, and perhaps a hint of sadness.

“He’ll never change.” You whisper, too afraid to be any louder, too afraid that maybe from miles and miles away, your father will hear you. That maybe if you say it any louder, it won’t be a secret anymore, and that you’ll start crying if you say it any louder. “He’ll never ever change.” You say, and your head turns to look at him.

And you stare at the man that you love, and you stare and stare, and you think about Jack Murdock who loved his son so much that he was willing to die for him to have a better life, that he was entirely selfless when it came to the person you are lucky enough to call yours.

And you think about how your father wants nothing to do with you. He never did. Not really.

That’s when you start to cry.

It starts with a few tears rolling down your cheeks, salty and fat, as if they hold all of the memories your brain has locked away to protect you. Then, the tears come out faster, and faster, until you are choking on your own breath, racking with sobs. Matt’s arms are around you in an instant.

He pulls you close to him, and you feel bad for getting tears all over his skin. He’ll tell you it’s his fault for wearing just briefs. He pulls you into his lap, and while you cry into his neck, his hand comes down to your back and slips under your shirt, gently rubbing it up and down.

You twitch at the feeling, your back still aching as you sit with him, the pain contributing to your tears. Matt’s lips kiss your forehead, and he just holds you for a long time. Your breathing becomes short with how violently you’re sobbing.

“Hey, easy..” he says softly before he tilts your head up to look at him. “Your breathing isn’t healthy. Come on, watch me,” and he takes deep breathes in and out, expecting you to copy his attempts. When you’re finally at a point where you an breath on your own, Matt begins wiping your tears gently.

“Sorry…” You say quietly. He just shushes you softly and leans in to kiss your cheek.

“You never have to apologize for your emotions.” He promises, “I love you so much. I am so sorry he’s like that,” and now Matt is crying and he’s not sure why, but you feel awful about it, so your shaky hands come up to wipe his tears and he wants to laugh at your attempt at gentleness because he wonders how often you were shown the same kindness and his heart aches at the most realistic answer.

“Honey, you never have to worry about him again. You made it out, he can’t hurt you anymore..” He tells you, and you try to believe him. “You’ll never feel anything except safe and loved, I promise.” He says quietly, before leaning in to kiss you gently. “Is there anything else?” He senses that you are in physical pain too. Partially because he can tell by how your jaw clenches that you are tense, but even without his super senses, he just knows you aren’t feeling well.

He knows you too well.

“My back is killing me.” You confess, and he frowns. “And my head now.” Your head always hurts after crying.

“Okay,” He nods, “Hold tight,” and somehow, your fucking angel of a man picks you up off the floor and carries you to bed. He steps away only to grab you a glass of water and some Advil. You take it quietly, chugging the water before he sits on the bed next to you.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You whisper, still upset, but so so grateful. He just smiles sadly and leans in to kiss you gently. Then, he pulls away to ask,

“How about I give you a quick back massage and then we get to bed? You must be tired. I know I am.” You sigh and nod, shifting so you’re laying on your stomach.

Matt leans down and kisses your shoulder before whispering, “I meant it you know. You made it out. You’re safe. You’re loved.”

And even without being a human lie detector like him, you can tell he’s telling the truth. It makes you cry more, but Matt stays to wipe the tears away. He’ll always stay. And he’ll always tell you as much when you need the reminder.

You’re safe.

You’re loved.

These words echo in your brain as you drift off to sleep, Matt holding you close, fingers tracing patterns into your skin as you fall into a dreamless sleep, focusing on the warmth that radiates off him.

[riiwrites]

Can I request dazai confessing his feelings to reader and reader doesn’t believe he’s being serious? Thank you 💕

seriously. - d. osamu

a/n : ofc anon! tysm for your request! <3 i apologise if it isn’t good writing. this is my first full fic but I really do hope you enjoy it 💗

genre : fluff

warnings : none

wc : 1k

If you had to describe Dazai Osamu with a few words, it certainly wouldn’t be earnest.

He just wasn’t known to be that serious kind of man, you knew that of course. You’ve been working alongside him for as long as you can remember and all you seemed to get from him was just incompetent behaviour.

You have never once in your whole life of working at the agency seen Dazai be or at least try to be serious, at least not with you.

His way of communicating with you would always end up with him initiating a flirty gesture or phrasing something poetic about your ethereal beauty. Although you didn’t mind it, a part of you wondered if what he was saying was actually true.

“You’re oblivious, you know that right?” Ranpo said, eating away and interrupting your rant about the whole situation between you and Dazai.

“He is in love with you.” He continued.

“He may not act serious but trust me, the eyes don’t lie.”

He wasn’t wrong, he’s Ranpo. He was never wrong and with the way Dazai looked at you when he thought you weren’t was truly something.

But still, you just couldn’t believe it, you couldn’t believe Dazai would actually be serious about loving you, it was all just fun and games after all, right?

It was quite a lonely night for you back at the agency. Everyone had clocked out for the night and you were filling in some leftover paperwork that had to be done for the week and then you’d be finished.

As you were too zoned in on the sound of your own pencil scribbling the paper you didn’t seem to hear the tiny creak of the door behind you slowly opening up.

Dazai slowly peaked through the door, spotting you and entered your working space, being gentle with his movements as to not get your attention just yet.

He slowly stepped forward— practically tiptoeing his way towards you from behind, eventually placing his hands on your shoulder before whispering.

“Whatcha doing, Bella?~”

It took a quick second for your heart to skip a beat when you heard that specific nickname only one person called you. You snapped out of your focus before swiftly turning around to him with a sigh of relief when you can confirm it’s just him.

“Dazai..”

You let out another exhale of relief. “You scared me there.”

You added on with a small smile to your face, a pink hue slightly tinting your cheeks as you tried to adjust yourself from the sudden change of scenery in-front of you as you hadn’t moved out of your chair for what seemed like hours.

“Aw, my apologies Y/N! Just wanted to check up on you, you’ve been glued to that desk for the past few hours y’know~” he teased, basically confirming that theory as he took his hands off your shoulders and walked over next to you, propping himself up to sit on the desk you were currently working at.

“Well, i guess I’ve just been pretty busy.” You replied, spinning back around in your chair to take a look at him once again, scratching the back of your head sheepishly.

“Why don’t you come on a walk with me? Clear that pretty little head of yours?”

He had that mischievous wide smirk on his face that you had always noticed. You would constantly take note of the tiniest things about his features that you just absolutely adored about him. The pink hue on your face became more visible as he spoke, word after word it made your face practically glow with pink. After a few seconds of contemplating wherever or not to say yes to his suggestion, you sighed as you look back at your paperwork and then back at him with a slight smile before replying.

“Sure then, let’s go.”

The walk was beyond peaceful surprisingly enough. Dazai was walking alongside you with his two hands behind his head, taking small glances at your expression as you looked up at the stars, seeming so in awe with them.

“You like them?”

He leaned forward with a smile as he tried to get a more clear look of your facial features, taking every little detail in. There was a long pause before your answer as you nodded slowly, admiring it all.

“Yeah, they’re beautiful.” You said in response.

Dazai took in how soft your voice was, how gentle your facial expressions were as you stare in admiration at the sparkling dots in the sky. He took a sharp breath before saying something else in reply.

“You’re breathtaking, you know that right?

You paused for a moment, still staring at the midnight sky as you then turned to him with a playful smirk, rolling your eyes to his flirting.

“Thank you, Dazai.” You replied sarcastically, expecting another one of his flirtatious and foolish remarks.

“No, Y/N listen to me.”

He took his hands off his head and stood in-front of you, taking your hands into his own whilst staring at you with such a fond expression.

“You are- absolutely breathtaking.” He repeated his words once more, waiting for a response.

You took a few seconds again, confused as to what was happening and thinking it was just Dazai playing tricks on you once again.

“I- thank—“ you tried but before you could’ve even gave a response back, he just blurts it out within an instant.

“I love you, Y/N.”

There was a long silence shared amongst the two of you, the only thing heard was the wind bristling against the trees and a few cars bypassing. You were the one to first break the silence, not by speaking, but by literally laughing.

Dazai stood there stunned for a moment, letting go of your hands with a look of confusion riddled across his face as you hugged your chest, laughing hysterically.

“Oh- ahah! Oh Dazai you are- so remarkably funny!” You gasped out in between laughs, absolutely losing yourself.

“W-what..? Y/N what are you talking about?” He asked, a look of concern also struck on his face.

There was suddenly another long pause when you eventually stopped laughing as soon as he said that. Your sudden wide eyes shot up to look at his sort of hurt expression and you tilt your head.

“You- were joking were you not?”

“No?”

Well now you looked like a complete fool.

You took a few steps back, processing this and just refused to believe it.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Y/N I’m serious.”

God, even just the word ‘serious’ rolling off his tongue felt so wrong but oh, just the way he looked at you with that genuine expression had you weak in the knees and second guessing everything for a moment.

“Do you not see the way I look at you? God, Y/N I’m so in love with you I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

He stared at you with his beautiful brown eyes piercing through you like bullets, not breaking any eye contact whatsoever. You felt a cold shiver run down you, although it could’ve been the gust of wind, you didn’t give it a second thought before responding.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

He replied within an instant, seeming so sure about that.

“You own my heart L/N.”

That statement sure was bold and you absolutely adored it, you adored him.

You took a step forward, taking his hands into your own and smiling down at the sight, intertwining your fingers with his and gave him a soft smile as you tilted your head up.

“You own my heart too Osamu.”

Once you replied, Dazai had to take a breather, letting go of the breath he had currently held in for about a whole minute of waiting for you to reply with something not so negative.

“Whew! Y/N don’t leave me on a hanger like that ever again- that was seriously wounding.”

He said, chuckling nervously but smoothly covered it up with a composed expression on his face.

He’s secretly dying on the inside though.

He moved his hand forward pulling you closer to him, embracing you tightly and wrapping his arms around you fully, looking up at the sky like you had done. Once you pulled away from the tight embrace you looked up at the brunettes face as if you were analysing something about him. he glanced right back at you.

“What?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow up in question.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you be so serious..” You admitted.

“What?!" He gasped dramatically, placing his hand on his heart, acting as if you’ve wounded him.

“Absurd! I’ve been serious more times than you can even count!”

He huffs. You cocked your eyebrow up at him in response.

“I mean, if that’s what helps you sleep at night.”

You began to smirk and glanced back up at the stars. He then let out a dramatic exhale before returning the same smirk you had on your face.

“Don’t make me take back my words, dear!"

There it was again. The same unserious mischievous scheming bastard of a man who somehow stole your precious heart.

Who knew a man like him could actually be so serious?

Damn, you owed Ranpo so much money.

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Kenjaku NSFW Headcanons

Don’t yell at me please, I have extremely questionable taste

Lemme know if you want me to elaborate or write something about any of these ♥️

18+ content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader, dark content

TW: implied non-con, mention of odd kinks

ꕥ Definitely the freakiest freak. Bitch has probably tried everything. Wherever your mind went, the answer is yes, he probably tried that too. This dude is old and bored and has too much free time on his hands; a perfect example of why retirement homes are a thing

ꕥ Very detached the whole time which is unnerving, but also sexy in a way. It’s like he’s just conducting an experiment and observing the results

ꕥ Making him lose his composure, no matter how brief, is one of the hottest things you'll see. Trust meee

ꕥ Their libido is greatly affected by the vessel, even their kinks/preferences are affected. Very aware where his tastes end, and the vessels begins, but he’ll entertain them regardless. Hedonistic mfer

ꕥ Loves figuring out how new bodies work. He has very unique insights about sex because of this, and it makes him surprisingly skilled. He knows his way around very well, and how different preferences can be or how differently ppl can experience pleasure

ꕥ Attracted to intellect & humor—goofy bitches rise up. People who interest him in some way are more likely to be kept around than someone with just a pretty face. He isn’t loving tho, he just likes someone he can fuck around with, and pick apart their brain for entertainment (not literally…I think)

ꕥ Likes that your body is so malleable, and submits to his touch. When he squeezes, his fingers dip into your flesh, as if he's an artist and you're clay—oh so poetic

ꕥ On the topic of submitting: I don’t think he’d be want to be submissive. He’s too egotistical and doesn’t trust other ppl enough. Maybe they’d fuck with it occasionally with someone trustworthy enough

ꕥ Yknow when people say things like ‘my ex used to do this thing with their tongue’ and they don’t really know how to describe what they did, or why it felt so good? That’s what having sex with Kenjaku is like. Lots of odd tricks in that squishy lil brain

ꕥ His dirty talk is direct, smooth and cold. Usually condescending. Again, they’ve got that scientist vibe so everything they say is almost like an observation, but somehow he says it in a sexy way. He’s a manipulator, so he’s good with his words. Also bro has 0 shame, they will say the nastiest shit if the mood strikes them

ꕥ Talkative in bed, kind of like when he fights. What a nerd. Someone shove him in a locker for me. It pertains to whatever you’re doing, don’t get me wrong, he isn’t lecturing you about cursed energy while he’s got you bent over. Probably.

ꕥ Not possessive at all, will totally pimp you out. Very cocky when you quickly realize they aren’t as skilled as him

ꕥ Likes to do shocking things in bed just to toy with you and see how you react. Usually pretty cruel and sadistic when they do these things

ꕥ Toy enthusiast, idgaf. Will tape a vibrator to your clit, get a fucking machine, and just leave you there for hours. He’d probably record it to watch later so he can go do his nefarious plotting and deeds while you suffer

ꕥ Medical kink king, he absolutely fucks with a nice speculum. He’ll strap you down to an examination table & crank you open like it’s a car jack. Inject weird shit into you, maybe some erotic e-stim stuff too

ꕥ I consulted Gege, and he said clit enlargement/pump. He’ll get it all puffed up and raw before going to town on it—both hot and horrifying

ꕥ Breeding kink but in the worst way

ꕥ Very very into fluids & mess: I’ll let you decide what that means LMFAO

ꕥ IDK I just get the vibe he's a whacky and unpredictable in the bedroom because he's all about reactions. He's just a curious lil guy, don't be mad at him

[captainsaltymuyfancy2]

I’m not so sure about this post, I’m not really confident in any of it, it’s mostly just wild conjecture and aimless rambling. I’m open to discussion and to changing my mind, this is just what I’m thinking at the moment. Thank you to everyone cited for inspiration❤️

I’m really fascinated by what Jacob said about how the longevity of Louis and Armand’s relationship has led to both tenderness and resentment. The reasons why Louis might resent Armand are PLENTIFUL, but what possible reason would Armand have to resent Louis? Obviously it’s not going to be a “good” reason, but that makes it all the more delectable.

Right now I kind of have this theory that Armand resents Louis in part because he thinks Louis’ shows of affection are disingenuous. Put more accurately, his suspicion that Louis’ affection is disingenuous and his ensuing resentment underlie a deeper fear that Louis doesn’t love him.

HOWEVER, the kicker is that Louis does still feel some kind of affection for Armand. Just like he felt for Lestat when he and Claudia (mostly Claudia) were planning their escape, Louis feels some love for Armand still, but he’s able to leverage it in pursuit of his goal. What exactly this goal is remains to be seen (although I have some serious guesses…well mostly one guess).

Whatever it is, I think Louis has been planning very carefully for a long time to get to it. As @likethemodel points out here, their bed is literally a chessboard, like the one Claudia played in order to best Lestat and get under his skin in s1. The IWTV cast and crew have repeatedly describe the dynamics in Dubai as “3D chess”, and it doesn’t get much more 3D than using yourself as a chess piece. This is what the major question in Dubai is for me: not “did he fuck that old man” or “did Armand alter Louis’ memories”, but rather “What is Louis’ agenda, why has he brought all of these pieces together in this way?”

If my theory is correct, I think it would tie in nicely with the book. As @nativehueofresolution said in this post, Louis in the book does love Armand, but not in a way Armand understands at that point. If this was translated into the show, it could take the form of Louis still loving Armand in some way, like his few displays of affection such as kissing him in bed and squeezing/rubbing his shoulder during the interview being at least partly genuine, but also strategic.

So even though Louis’ affection in these gestures may be somewhat genuine, the context is still performative in order to accomplish a higher goal, though exactly what remains unclear. This much I think Armand can see and he resents, but I think he misinterprets it to mean Louis doesn’t love him at all. But the love is there and it is mutual to a degree, just not in a way Armand can see, which is kind of poetic justice and the absolute least he deserves.

Digressing a bit, even though Louis is being genuinely affectionate at times, even if it was totally without ulterior motives, it still could never be enough for Armand, because what he views as love is simply not something Louis can give.

In an interview posted here by @diasdelfuego, Hannah Moscovitch says she thinks that “Armand is Louis’ creature”, and agreed with the interviewer that Armand “serves a god” in his relationship with Louis. I interpreted this to mean that Armand has *made himself* into Louis’ creature, Louis’ disciple. And like Judas in the artwork in their bedroom (post also courtesy of @diasdelfuego), Armand becomes resentful and thinks Louis doesn’t love him because Louis doesn’t treat him the way Armand thinks a disciple should be treated.

The problem (well, one of MANY) is that this dynamic Armand has tried to create pretty much dooms him to never get back the kind of love he wants from Louis right now. In deciding he ‘serves a god’, Armand has made it impossible for Louis to love him in the way Armand craves, because Louis is not a god. Armand has made himself a disciple to a god that doesn’t exist, and feels betrayed when that nonexistent god doesn’t respond to his worship. Again, it’s poetic justice, but only the very tip of what he deserves. Lukewarm justice.

It’s surely not lost on Louis how stupid (more accurately, hypocritical and insulting) it is that Armand worships him like a god, and yet Armand himself holds godlike power over Louis’ life. A disciple does not control a god, and Louis knows this, he’s chronically Catholic. He knows the control Armand has over him, and I think this interview is partly a way for him to circumvent that power. Armand’s attempts to manipulate and “protect” Louis doom his quest for all-consuming devotion even more. I love messy bitches who create their own problems.

The god-worship is probably one aspect of Louis’ resentment toward Armand, but again this is something that’s so deeply, painfully layered. Between forcing Louis to turn Madeleine and killing Claudia (assuming, as most of us are, that the show is following the book in this way), the depth of Louis’ resentment for Armand is abyssal. Which would make the fact that Louis does still love him (per my aforementioned theory) even more shocking and scrumptious, and his plotting all the more emotionally difficult.

[ryuichirou]

Noncon hc

Anonymous asked:

Trey with a rape kink is hot lol oops. Luckily for him Riddle is the perfect victim..among others.

Is there anyone else you headcanon has the same/similar kinks? 👀

Anonymous asked:

Who's most likely to rape someone? If u already made a rape fic I wanna see

I can’t believe that I triggered this Pandora box by mentioning Trey’s possible kink in one of the hc lists lol But I am glad I did! Thank you for your asks, Anons.

Of course and as always, it’s as possible for all of these boys to be that bad and also equally possible for them not to be, and for someone who loves darker themes and dub/noncon it’s interesting for me to write about it, because I have to fight the urge to yell ALL OF THEM and call it a day lol But also! I’ll try to think about it (kind of) rationally, so let’s go through the list!

(I’m only writing about the tops this time, not because I don’t think bottoms are incapable of raping, but rather because this particular set of bottoms isn’t, in my opinion. My bias, as always <3)

So yeah, three questions: who has this kink/actively thinks about it; who would actually do it; who has done it.

Ace – not really, I don’t think his mind goes that way at all. He did watch some porn with pretend rape before and thought that it’s kind of stupid and isn’t hot at all, but something did tingle in his brain and he did keep thinking about that one porn for weeks after watching it. Still, normally he wouldn’t do it...

Trey – just thought I’d mention this man so we could point at him and say “shame” once again. He is haunted by his kink. He hadn’t done anything yet though, and he doesn’t think he could. Who knows? It’s always a battle in Trey’s head.

Cater – he does have a little bit of this kink. The power and control aspect speak to him in a very unexpected (for Cater himself) manner. He isn’t as haunted by this kink as Trey, but he does fantasise about it sometimes... If it’s just in his head, it doesn’t hurt anyone, right?

Ruggie – nah, I don’t think he overlaps with this kink in any way shape of form.

Jack – no kink, but his instinct does take over sometimes, so there is always a risk that he could lose control and do something that could be at least described as dubcon. I think the deep shame that he is feeling over this could morph into weird enjoyment though, so maybe he’ll get himself into a Trey situation at some point...

Azul – he doesn’t really think about these things, so while he isn’t aware of it, he does have a kink. He is even more into power and control of it than Cater; in general, Azul is a sucker for destroying someone. But in practice, he would only do it if it’s a part of his twisted convoluted plan. Otherwise, it would just be a waste.

Jade and Floyd – I try not to write about both of them at the same time, but: yup. Both of them have it, both of them would do it, both of them has done it. Sometimes they act together, sometimes they do it separately. But they also don’t consider it as big of a deal as some other boys: in a lot of ways, it’s pretty much their default state...

Kalim – I know we all love darker twists for Kalim, but nah :) Look at him. He doesn’t have this desire to break, ruin and dominate. I wouldn’t call him 100% innocent, but I also don’t think he has either desire or guts to pull off something like that.

Rook – I will once again remind everyone that he explains his friendship with Trey by saying that birds of a feather flock together. No matter how much Trey insists that he is the normal one, neither of them are normal, and of course Rook finds the idea of rape hot in a sickly poetic way. Would he do it? Absolutely. Has he done it before? Well, that’s a secret...

Ortho – AI!Ortho doesn’t have kinks, but he does have phases during which he tries to mimic certain behaviours, so no one is 100% safe. For now though, he is a good boy! And human!Ortho probably wouldn’t necessarily have this kink, but he is one unstable boy, probably the closest to a yandere out of everyone in twst, so he could definitely do it. Although I think this would put him in a bit of a different category...

Sebek – this kink is a little sapling that is desperately trying to bloom in Sebek’s head, but he is pushing it down with all of his will. He doesn’t want to think about it and he doesn’t fully understand it, but it feels indecent. Not even because it’s non-consensual, but because it feels dirty... and makes him lose focus every time he is being extra aggressive with Silver during their sparring and Silver makes an unexpected sound or looks at him in confusion. Yeah, I think Sebek is capable of doing something like this at some point.

Lilia – yes, yes and yes. Well, he used to do a lot of fucked up shit when he was younger, and he does have the biggest body count in the entire cast, and he absolutely didn’t ask for consent every single time (with anyone other than royalty of course). I would even say he only started asking for consent relatively recently... But the more “consensual and proper” Lilia becomes, the more this desire cements itself as a kink in his brain. Is it nostalgia? He does fantasise a lot... especially when some brat pisses him off or acts in a way that is annoying <3

[codfanficedits]

Behind the mask - Part five.

Pairing: Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Because Simon wasn’t born as Ghost.

Wordcount: 3364| Rating: E! (18+ only!)

Warnings: Finally some smut. Love confession, first time sex. P in V. Protected sex because we think about our future here.

A/N: Simon would be around 22/23 in this fic, so it would be set around 2015 ish?

You should’ve known it wasn’t going to be a nap, not a short nap, not a long nap. The moment your eyes closed shut and you were safely nesting in his arms, you were a goner, unable to hear his soft words whispered against your temple. And Simon was content with that, his heart felt less heavy now that he had finally managed to murmur those words to you, it didn’t matter that you couldn’t hear them, it didn’t matter that you couldn’t respond to them, all that mattered was that those words weren’t choking his throat up anymore.

And with his heart a little less heavy, Simon too finds it easier to sleep, your head resting on his chest, his fingers mindlessly playing with your hair, the way your eyelashes flutter whenever his fingertips reach the back of your neck. He adores it, almost as if the Gods have given it to him personally.

Simon tries to fight it, to stay awake, to enjoy your presence a little longer, a little more, but it is inevitable that he too, falls asleep. And for the first time neither of you are tortured by dreams or nightmares. The embrace of the other keeping you safe and sound.

You’re the first to wake up, for the first time in ages it isn’t your alarm that wakes you from your slumber, and when you wake up, your fingertips trail over his biceps, as if you want to feel that he is real, that he is there, after your nightmare the day before you need the reassurance that he is there, that your mind isn’t playing some dirty tricks on you.

And god you felt like a dirty coward, unable to express what you wanted to say to him, unable to tell him what you really felt for him. Still, the worry that he didn’t feel the same about you, the worry that you were just some filler until a real pretty girl came along. It was something that posed too much of a risk for you to really act on your feelings.

Your gentle touch wakes him up too. His eyes stay shut while a lovely, little smile tugs around his lips. He doesn’t want to wake up yet, he wants to stay here, your fingertips dancing around his arm, your body pressed against his, the soft, sweet smell of your sweat in his nose. He wants it all, he needs it all.

But his little smile exposes him, and with a soft grunt he opens his eyes, only to be met by your beautiful face, and Simon feels as if he can’t breathe again. He has to tell you, he needs to tell you, it is eating him from the inside and he doesn’t know what to do with it.

But you beat him to it.

“Thank you.” You murmur. “You’re such a great friend.”

Friend?

That word alone ignites an anger inside of him. You’re in his bed, you’re sleeping in his arms again, you’ve worn his hoodie, and you dare to call the two of you friends? No, that is not right. He let out a low growl. “Friends?”

And you frown, your lack of courage to call him more than a friend has caused his whole demeanour to shift. His whole demeanour screams at you that he is angry, his growling doesn't help, and you can't help but to look up at him with fear in your eyes. You don’t know what to say, or what to do, worried you will piss him off even more.

He pauses, his brows gathering low as though he's mulling over something. "You want to know what I feel for you?"

He cups your chin in his hand, his gaze holding you under his spell.

"Fear," he murmurs, "because I've never felt like this before. A sense of...of lightness, as though I could soar to the stars with you. And the knowledge that if you were to abandon me, I would fall from those stars, my heart in pieces.” You nervous smile fades away from your face. He had never struck you to be the poetic type, but his words struck your heart nonetheless.

A soft smile formed on your lips. "Simon." You whispered softly. "You're in love with me?"

Your smile stirs him, but there's a shadow in his eyes that lingers. His hand slips away from your chin, though he keeps his gaze on you.

"Yeah," he nods with a little growl, his tone rough. "I am." A beat passes in silence before he continues. "And I've been trying to deny it, to push it down, but I can't do it anymore. I feel...naked, like I've exposed my heart to you and...and now you have the power to rip it apart if you wanted to."

There is that little growl again, something you used to be terrified off. But right now you see it as endearing. It is your turn to softly take his chin into your hand, tugging him a little closer.

"As if I would ever want to rip your heart apart." You eventually said. "It is way too precious."

Your response causes that shadow to finally lift. His gaze holds on you, his eyes searching yours for meaning.

"It's just...you're a goddess." he murmurs with a little chuckle, running a hand through his hair. "Meanwhile I'm a scarred soldier without a family."

"I'm not good enough for you," he blurts, realizing he's just blurted out his deepest insecurities. "I'm not what you deserve."

You bring his chin closer to your face with a gentle tug. "Don't cut yourself short, Simon." You command.

"You're more than a scarred soldier. You're more than your military training, even if it doesn't feel like it." Your thumb runs over his chin. "If I am what you deserve, you are what I deserve."

Your touch sends a shiver down his spine, and Simon's expression softens. He's completely defenceless in the face of your affection.

"I...that's..." he pauses, searching for the right words. "No one's ever wanted me like that."

"You deserve the sun, the moon and the stars, and all I have to offer you is...me." He laughs, a little bitterly. "Just me and this damn military gear."

A soft smile curls around your lips, followed with another soft tug on his chin, your lips almost touching. "And who told you, you weren't my sun, my moon and my stars, hm?" You ask him, bringing his lips even closer.

"You and your damn military gear." You begin, copying his words. "Are all I need."

His breath is cut short as you draw closer to him with every word, his gaze falling to the sweet, pouty curve of your bottom lip.

"Oh God," he mutters, his hand rising to caress your cheek. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

"I thought I fell in love with you the moment my eyes met yours." He breathes. "But it's the way you smile...and laugh...and talk...and exist." His voice drops to a whisper. "It's all you."

His words made your heart skip a beat, he is gorgeous, divine, handsome, he is it all, all you ever wanted, all you ever craved, all you would ever need.

His breath mixed with yours as you lean even closer. "You are everything." You whisper, before you finally kiss him, your lips brushing against his.

His eyes are wide with wonder, his hand cradling your cheek as your lips connect with his. The heat from your touch burns away the cold in his heart, leaving him feeling hot, alive, like never before.

His hand curls around the back of your head, holding you to his lips, while his other hand wraps around your waist, pulling your body closer to him.

Time melts away, lost somewhere in the warm embrace of your tender caress. He pulls you closer, as if he wants your bodies to fuse together, getting lost in the universe. "Simon." You softly murmured, as your hand found its way to his hair.

He melts into you, your bodies pressed close together. His kiss is tender, passionate, intense, and he presses against you again and again, as though he wants nothing more than to become one with you. His hand clutches at you and his fingers find your hip, grasping you tightly and holding you close.

His growl vibrato with your name, a groan of pleasure as his other hand slides down and around your waist, his palm settling between you.

Time stops. The world has gone quiet and all he can feel is you.

His hands curl around your waist, sliding upwards toward your face as his lips trace a trail down your neck.

His breath is short, shallow, like he's starving for air. But it's not oxygen he lacks...it's you. Your scent, your words, your taste, your touch, your presence. You make him feel full, make him feel like a human being instead of a cold, distant soldier, and Simon was so, so scared of becoming that cold soldier.

His lips find the spot beneath your ear, as his hand brushes away the strands of hair falling over your shoulder.

"I have waited so long," he whispers. "So very, very long..." A smile tucks the corners of his lips.

"To kiss you."

He leans in to kiss you again. The kiss is as sweet as nectar, but there's also a fire blazing between you. He pours everything into this kiss - all the love he's held back for so long, all the words he wanted to say, all the moments his pride wouldn't let him have.

He gives himself completely to you, mind, body and soul. Your hand reached out to his face, softly caressing the skin of his cheek with your thumb. You were the light and he was the darkness, both needing each other to exist.

You have no idea how much he needed you. For years, he kept a facade, his father had taught him that he shouldn’t feel, that he shouldn’t love, that he wasn’t worthy. He didn't believe in emotions... Until he met you. Then everything changed, you touched his scarred heart and made it feel the heat of love at last...

He smiled too, not saying anything. There was no need for words when your language together was touch. He softly kissed your temple. He was the darkness, you were his light...

Two different souls, together as one.

You closed your eyes for a brief moment when he kissed your temple. You enjoyed the heat of his breath, the soft feeling of his lips. You just enjoyed feeling him, it reminded you that he was real.

The hand on his cheek started to move, until you reached his chin, tilting it down so he had to look at you. You didn't say a word as you just kept your eye contact. God you loved him more than anything in this world

The silence was broken only by the sound of the slow, quiet breathing of the two of you. His face was close. Yours, too. You felt how his heartbeat sped up a little. Your gaze locked, your breaths mixing. You felt how time itself stood still under the spell of such an intimate moment... You were the fire and he was the water, perfectly completing each other. That's why you were perfect.

"My love..." His voice was soft, his touch delicate. Your faces were separated only by a breath. Your hearts were beating as one.

Your hand moved to his cheek again, You enjoyed feeling the texture of his skin beneath your fingertips, the stubble, the scars, everything.

You leaned in slowly, your lips brushing against his. "You're everything." You murmur softly.

"More than that." He was completely absorbed by the kiss. Time lost all its meaning. Nothing existed, apart from the pure bliss of this moment, two hearts meeting.

"Much, much more." His whisper was interrupted by kisses. Your lips broke apart only so you two could catch your breath. It was as if the two of you had become addicted to each other. Your eyes were locked. Everything seemed frozen.

"You're... perfect." His touch became more bold. More passionate. More intimate.

A soft smirk tugged around your lips when his touch became more hungry, and you were happy to return that same passion. Your hands found their way to his chest, your body being pressed against his, while your lips found his once more.

His lips pressed against yours, his bold hand firmly grabbing your back, while you pushed yourself closer, your hands exploring the hard muscles on his chest, his body. The feeling of being wanted by him was like heaven. It was him and you against the dark world that tried to rip apart your happiness. You had become a single mind, two hearts beating as one, no longer afraid of that cruel reality you faced together in war.

It happened almost automatically, hands founding their way to shirts, pants, groping the naked flesh hungry. Two souls dancing around each other, wanting more, needing more.

“I need you.” Simon murmured, his lips against the crook of your neck, his erection growing against your thigh. “You have no idea how much I need you.” His lips move all the way up to your jawline, before he looks at your face, trying to find a speck of doubt. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief when he can’t find any. He was a man who craved and you were just the thing he needed.

His hands so warm it was almost hot as they trailed down your thighs. Your head tilted back when his warm breath hit your neck.

"Simon." Your voice was a soft murmur as you closed your eyes. Your hands roaming over his broad chest. "I need you so much."

He ran a finger along your chin to make you look back at him. He wanted you to see his face.

"You do, lovie?" he whispered hoarsely. His voice was so full of confidence that it was almost frightening, he was no longer the boy who was in doubt if you felt the same, if he was worthy of you. "And what do you need, my love?"

He was not a man who could be played with. He took what he wanted and he got what he deserved. "Say it, lovie. Say it so I can give it to you."

"I need you." You repeated. "I want to feel you deep inside of me, Simon." It felt almost pathetic to beg him like that, but without his touch on you it felt as if you couldn't breathe.

He pushed you gently until you were laying down on your back. He crawled over to you and pulled your legs apart so he could sit between them.

"Oh, sweetheart..." he whispered, looking at your legs spread before him like a gift.

Your breath hitched in your throat when he spread your legs, you could see his hungry gaze, the lust in his eyes. Your back arching slightly when his hand ran up your thigh.

"Do you have a condom?"

"Yes, love." he said softly. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom it. He looked at you once more. "May I?" He asked, wanting to make sure that you were really okay with it, that you wouldn’t feel pressured into sleeping with him.

"I promise I'll be gentle with you, lovie." His voice was smooth and comforting. He didn't want to break you in half, he just wanted to touch you in ways you never knew were possible.

You watch as he tears open the condom, rolling it on himself. “Yes, yes of course.” You gave him a nervous smile. He wasn't your first, but it had been a while, but his little promise made you feel better. You shifted your hips a little bit, giving him all the access he might need.

He looked at you once more. There was hunger in his eyes but also love and care. His hand rested on you thigh, almost as a reminder that this was about love. He wanted to make you feel safe as his fingers roamed over your legs.

He was always in control at least, Simon always tried to be...but this was not about him. He was there for you and you only.

You nodded eagerly. Your lips parting when he positioned his erection against your wet folds, a sharp inhale when he finally thrusted into you. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him, your back slightly arching again while a moan left your lips. "God." You breathed. "You feel amazing."

Simon kissed your forehead as his other hand came to caress your cheek. "Don't close your eyes. I want you to see me while I fuck you."

The sound of slapping skin began to fill the room, as he kept his movements gentle yet steady. You could feel your eyes starting to roll back, desperately trying to keep that eye contact with him.

"Good girl... That's it." he murmured, his voice getting slightly huskier with every passing minute. His hands slid over your legs as they held you in place. His movements became faster, his lips pressed to your neck and his breathing turning into soft moans.

His praise made your cheeks turn a little red, it wasn't what you were was used to, but this was the moment to find out that you like it. Your legs got wrapped around his waist, ankles locking above his tailbone, wanting to keep him close. Your soft moans filling the room, mixing with the sound of skin on skin

"So sweet." Simon moaned, his voice breaking a little as he looked down at you. "I love how you moan...it just makes me want you even more."

He was getting closer and closer to an orgasm. He loved his position right now, in control. He loved the trust he received and he wanted to give you so much in return. His pace growing faster as his hand caressed the back of your neck, leaning forward to place little kisses on the soft skin.

"Simon, I'm.." your voice trailed out, as your head tilted back. Your hands gripping the sheets beneath you, as you bit your bottom lip. You wanted to cry out his name, to let loose, but you couldn’t, knowing how thin those god forgiven walls were.

His pace was steady and he knew just when and where to put pressure, using his hand to press on your lower stomach. His eyes grew dark as he felt you tense up, your back arching, your hands gripping tightly to the sheets.

"You're doing great. Just let it go. Come for me."

Those words. They were enough to make you forget your intention to keep quiet, to keep it decent.

“Simon!” With a loud moan your hands found his biceps, gripping him while your muscles tensed up and that familiar coil in your stomach snapped.

God what a sight to behold. Simon had tried to hold on as long as he could, but seeing your face twist in pleasure like that. No man could resist that, and with a few desperate thrusts, he allowed himself to endure that pleasure too.

Simon pulled you closer and kissed you on the forehead. "Good girl," He whispered, his voice still rough. "You have no idea how beautiful you look right now."

Your mind was still hazy, but eventually you started to come down for that little pleasure high you had been on. “You are amazing.” You muttered softly.

"No, you are." Simon said as he pulled your even closer, pressing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

"You drive me absolutely insane. And I never want to do this with anyone else." He confessed, kissing your nose softly.

Simon finally pulled out, tossing away the condom in the bin, before he looked at you. “Can I get you anything? A water, maybe something to eat, or a shower?” He almost sounded nervous, wanting to absolute best for you.

“Just a shower would be fine.”

[fullofgutsndopamine]

ease my dread (trembling limbs instead)

or: the soulmates au

when the first bruise appears, a sickly yellow color with purple that runs through it, annoyance will be the first thing that runs through hasan's mind.

most are thrilled with the first mark; the reminder that someone is out there, for you, waiting for you to find them-instead, hasan wets his thumb and presses the tip angrily into the flesh, trying to rub it off, teeth gritted as he ignores the pain.

his mother will swat at him, gently, with an old stained dish towel and he’ll pull a face, a gentle: “mama.” as his hand falls and she’ll speak:

“most people,” she chastises quietly, “are thrilled when this happens.”

he grumbles, allows himself to slip further into his seat: “most people don’t take a fucking year to show.”

she clicks her tongue: “seven months, hasan.” she says gently and when she sees that doesn’t perk him up she rolls her eyes and ruffles his hair gently: “some people are worth waiting for, hasan. give them time.”

months pass. hasan counts the time in the marks that appear on his body; the bruise that forms on his thigh, the long scratch down his arm, angry and red, the black eye that he wakes up with and lets his finger trace an outline of, ignoring the way it hurts under his touch.

“i think my soulmate is a psychopath.”

he flops into a seat, bites into his straw as he takes a sip of expensive coffee.

“maybe they’re just clumsy,” will tries to counter, trying hard to not stare at the black eye that stares back at him: “you weren’t always graceful, remember that.”

hasan chucks whatever he can at wills head, this time in the form of a flat paperback that will always dodges at the last second, something he naturally become good at from hanging around with him for so long.

for a few weeks, no marks appear on his skin. how he use to twist and bend and mold to look at himself in the mirror, stretching further

no. instead, you found a new way to occupy his mind.

he’ll remember, months later, when you’re tangled into him, how you appeared in these dreams long before he knew a source, before he could put the features together. when you were shaky lines with the contrast too high, a hum pitched too high that always made him wake up sweating.

“you’re thinking too hard,” you’d say in these dreams, your hand tangled into his. “find me. if you’re so smart, come find me already.”

“i must be smart,” he’d say back in this dreams, a smirk on his lips as he pulled you closer, his lips pressed against yours as he talked: “if i can make you up-“

he’d close his eyes in these dreams, ready to kiss you, to finally lean in, before he would awake in his too small bed, sweat dripping down him and the familiar taste of strawberries on his lips.

hasan tried everything but faking his own death to get out of coming to this party. knew by the misspelled text message inviting him it would be a shit storm. he was halfway through his notes app list of excuses when will came to his house, all but pulled him out of his room and forced him into the building.

hasan used the excuse of the smoke getting to him to get out of the house. said he could poetically feel the smoke wrapping around his neck and choking him, taking his years away from him before he could even appreciate them. all his friends rolled their eyes, made the circle he was in smaller and all but kicked him out, forcing him into the backyard.

outside he could still hear the music but it was lighter, the words harder to understand, had to strain to hear what they were saying. he acted like he didn’t see someone puking in the bushes as he made his way to the kids swing set and plopped into it.

out of habit he slowly started kicking his feet, coming to a steady rhythm that would lift his feet off the ground. out of habit he lifted his arm up, inspecting his own body for any evidence that his soulmate existed.

“this seat taken?”

you don’t wait for a response as you sit in the too small swing seat, slowly kicking your feet.

it was like the sky opened up and projector lights flashed on you. he knew instantly who you were, the messy blob you were before now a perfect line, all the features he couldn’t make out before in front of him. like all those sleepless nights trying to make a perfect form of you, to try and memorize you was finally worth it-

“i dreamed of you.”

nice going, he thinks way to scare of your literal soulmate

instead, you hum gently, a familiar smile pulls at your lips. this isn’t how you imagined meeting him, had much more grander plans for this. didn’t imagine meeting him at a frat party, imagined yourself much more graceful and him more put together:

“was it a good dream?”

he’s staring and he knows it, knows it borders on being too creepy, too focused:

“never as good as reality”

his hand flies out before he can stop it:

“hasan,” he says gently, “i believe I’m the victim of the receiving end of all those bruises.”

you laugh, and it’s a familiar noise, one he didn’t know he was missing until he heard it, promises himself right there he’s going to do everything he can to make you laugh again and again, before your hand is out and shaking his, past the introductions:

“i’m glad i finally found you.”

and because that seems like too much, like that’s too familiar to say before you barely know their name, even if you dreamed them all this time, instead, he shakes his head: “i owe you some dates.”

[aleksanderscult]

Character analysis: Genya from S&B

⚠️TW!!: sexual abuse, rape⚠️

It's women's day and let's celebrate it by analyzing Genya Safin who was an iconic female character that specifically shone in "Shadow and Bone".

In this post we'll see how in that book Genya was a woman with different characteristics perfectly in balance that made her incredibly engaging to the reader.

(scenes from the Tailor will also be incorporated of course)

- She was very intelligent and cunning

There are a hundred ways to kill a King but Genya chose the most poetic one. Knowing that the King was lusting after her and visited her often, she decided to use that to her advantage. She turned her beauty into a weapon and used her skills both as a Fabricator and a Corporalki to bring her abuser down in a quiet, slow but still painful way.

The fact that the poison would be painful for her too didn't matter as long as her plan would be successfully executed.

She used her brains and knowledge to take revenge and that impressed everyone that was inside that room when she first revealed it in R&R.

- She was politically aware and very perceptive

When the Darkling decided that Genya would be a very important piece of his scheme, the latter became part of his most trusted soldiers. Ivan seemed to be his top 1 but Genya was also pretty close to him in comparison to the rest of the Grisha and that gave her an even deeper insight of what was happening (and what would happen) to Ravka politically.

“The Apparat visited her last night to rant about Saints and saviors. From what I could piece together, he was either trying to scare her senseless or bore her to death.”

“I may need to have a word with the priest.”

“I told her he’s harmless.”

“Hardly that,” says the Darkling, “but he has the King’s ear. For now that’s all that matters.”

- The Tailor.

Genya might had tried to ease Alina's worries but her own mind was already trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle. And of course the Darkling gives his own honest opinion and view of the Apparat to her and how important his role is.

The Darkling seemed to be at ease when he talked ill of the royals and Genya was present:

“Welcome to court,” he said.

“I’m not sure I like it.”

“No one does,” he admitted. “But we all make a good show of it.”

“The King seemed pleased,” I offered.

“The King is a child.”

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 7

Apparently Aleksander and Genya weren't strangers in talking shit about their superiors to each other which makes me wish we had scenes of them judging the royal family.

Furthermore, her role as the Queen's confidant made her also aware of all the gossip that had to do with the royal family.

I was much happier sitting in my room with Genya, drinking tea and gossiping by the fire. I loved to hear all the court gossip, and even better were the tales of the opulent parties at the Grand Palace.’

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 13

“Probably drunk,” said Genya, stirring her tea. “He devotes all his time to hunting, horses, and imbibing. Drives the Queen mad.”

“Well, Ravka is at war. He should probably be more concerned with matters of state.”

“Oh she doesn’t care about that. She just wants him to find a bride instead of gallivanting around the world spending mounds of gold buying up ponies.”

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 13

“You can’t call a royal prince ‘puppy,’” I laughed.

“That’s what everyone calls him.” She lowered her voice. “And there are rumors that he isn’t strictly royal.”

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 13

“The Darkling should have done something,” I said. “He should have protected you.”

“He has, Alina. More than you know. Besides, he’s as much a slave to the whims of the King as the rest of us. At least for now.”

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 14

Not only she knew the importance of rank or the royal family's family problems but she also knew what the Darkling planned (apart from his plot to use the Fold). She was also into any kind of court gossip so she definitely was aware of what was happening around her (unlike what the duology tried to tell us).

- She was traumatised by the King's abuse

A victim of both the King and the Queen, poor Genya became terrified of the former.

‘There were no good days anymore, no sweets or outings, just long hours of tedium, waiting for the Queen’s call, dreading the King’s soft tread outside my door.’

- The Tailor

And it made her protective over Alina who was about to meet that disgusting piece of filth:

“Besides,” she said, “you don’t want to attract too much attention from the King.” Her voice was light, but I saw a shadow pass over her features.

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 6

“Alina, the Darkling doesn’t notice most of us. We’re moments he’ll forget in his long life. And I’m not sure that’s such a bad thing. Just … be careful.”

I stared at her, baffled. “Of what?”

“Of powerful men.”

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 14

I've seen people say that Genya was trying to warn Alina about the Darkling here but that's not the point I think. Genya had experienced first hand how men with power exploit their influence for their own sick pleasures. That traumatised her and made her cautious. It's not like she had seen the Darkling do something and started suspected him but more like "I'm kinda afraid of all men that have power because my own experience with them was not kind".

Even Alina understood that Genya was indirectly referring to the King.

- She had a cruel and petty streak inside her as well

The Queen's betrayal and the constant abuse from the King's hands made her a woman with a deep bitterness and hate towards them.

‘I wanted to smash the mirror she feared so much and cut her face to ribbons with it, stuff her mouth with glass and make her swallow every jagged edge of my hurt and shame.’

- The Tailor

And of course let's not forget how beautifully she destroyed her abuser's life. It was a carefully planned revenge. Just like he took her innocence, she decided to take his years and strength.

“If I’d wanted him dead, he’d be dead.”

- Ruin and Rising, Chapter 7

“Once it builds up in the victim’s system, a threshold is reached, the organs begin to fail, and the degeneration is irreversible. It’s not a killer. It’s a thief. It steals years. And he will never get them back.”

- Ruin and Rising, Chapter 7

But she was also petty towards the people she didn't like and enjoyed to get under their skin (Aleksander 🤝 Genya in this aspect).

“Where are you rushing off to?” she says with a sniff. “Does the Queen have a party to attend?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” I say coolly. “But I have a few moments if you want me to see to your eyes. They’re looking awfully red.”

....

“Hay fever,” she mutters. “There’s something new in the air here that irritates me.”

“Yes,” I say as I glide past her. “I hear you practically choked on it.”

- The Tailor

“Excuse us!” announced Genya. “But we have need of this chamber. Darkling’s orders!”

Zoya’s beautiful blue eyes slitted dangerously. “If you think—” she began and then she caught sight of me. Her jaw dropped, and the blood drained from her face.

“Out!” commanded Genya.

....

“But mostly I wanted to see the look on that bitch’s face when she saw you in the Darkling’s color.”

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 14

Just iconic. 💅

- But she was still kind and soft

When Alina felt offended and was self-aware about her looks and Genya's comments, the latter tried to soothe her.

Genya walked over to me. “You’re not ugly, you know.”

“Thanks,” I said drily, still staring out at the wooded grounds.

“You just look a little …”

“Tired? Sickly? Skinny?”

“Well,” Genya said reasonably, “you said yourself, you’ve been traveling hard for days and—”

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 6

When Alina kept worrying about Mal, Genya felt sorry for her and even guilty.

‘Alina gives a single sharp nod as her hands clench the edge of the infirmary sheet. I’m sorry to see her hurting...’

....

‘Lips pressed together— she hopes anyway. It’s almost painful to watch.’

....

The paper is starting to fray beneath my fingers. “She’s suffering.”

But her kindness extended to other people as well. Even those that were below her status.

I eyed her suspiciously. “What did you eat?”

Genya looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was within earshot and whispered, “One of the cooks has a daughter with terrible spots. I took care of them for her, and now she sends me the same pastries they prepare for the Grand Palace every morning. They’re divine.”

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 8

- She had a sense of humor

And it's worth noting that she had a habit of using her humor to turn an unpleasant situation or conversation into a funny one.

“I have no idea,” I said honestly. “Everything she said was perfectly nice, but the whole time she was looking at me as if I were something her dog spit up.”

Genya laughed.

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 7

“It’s funny,” I said after a while. “I always thought that being beautiful would make life so much easier.”

“Oh it does,” Genya said, and laughed.

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 7

“Maybe I should lie down on a table in the workroom and wait to see if he welds something to me.”

“I think that’s the way most great love stories begin.”

She laughed.

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 13

She entered and set down the tray, hovering near the table. “I shouldn’t be here,” she said.

“Probably not,” I admitted. “I’m not sure that I’m supposed to have visitors.”

“No, I mean I shouldn’t be here. It’s incredibly dirty.”

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 20

There are so many scenes where Genya displays her sense of humor and they're always an absolute treat to read.

- She yearned for acceptance and true friendship

Living in the Grand Palace separated her from own people and when the King started abusing her that distance grew even more.

‘If I could wish for anything in this world, it wouldn’t be jewels or a coach or a palace in the lake district. I’d wish to be a true Grisha again.’

- The Tailor

Genya blew out a frustrated breath. “You don’t understand. It’s a great honor to be asked to dine with you, but the other Grisha might not approve.”

“Why?”

Genya sighed and sat down on one of the carved chairs. “Because I’m the Queen’s pet. Because they don’t consider what I do valuable. A lot of reasons.”

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 7

She seemed really hurt by this reality especially with how her own kind thought so little of her.

It was one of the reasons Genya decided to join the Darkling (although the main one was to take revenge of course). And, in the end, the Darkling delivered what he promised:

‘That was when I realized what Genya was wearing. I’d been so surprised to see her, so caught up in my own thoughts, that I hadn’t really taken it in. Genya was wearing red. Corporalki red. Her cuffs were embroidered with blue, a combination I had never seen before.’

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 20

Her desire for friendship was also evident in how Genya felt close to Alina, wanted forgiveness from her, felt bad for being shady to her and was always kind towards her by giving her advice and by trying to make her feel good about her physical appearance.

- She was chatty and teasing towards the people she liked

When she was around people she liked and felt comfortable with, she let herself have fun around them.

‘Genya maintained a steady stream of chatter during dinner, mostly about Grisha gossip.’

- Shadow and Bone, Chapter 7

I grin. “Does that worry you, Ivan?”

“No,” he snaps.

“Careful,” I say. “Keep frowning like that, and even I won’t be able to fix your wrinkles.”

- The Tailor

(Genya + Ivan = friendship goals👌)

In "Shadow and Bone" Genya was a complex woman with layers. An incredibly strong person, traumatized from the constant sexual abuse she suffered, she harboured a deep hatred for the King and Queen and was eager to take revenge in the most fitting way possible. She had no remorse, no regrets, just pride even when she faced them. But she was also kind and thoughtful, funny and cheerful, supportive and a teaser. Her knowledge in the area of the Corporalki and the Materialki as well as her knowledge for the intrigues that happened inside the court made her one of the most valuable and dangerous soldiers that the Darkling had.

The way she was "butchered" by the author in Nikolai's duology was painful and a pity. And it's no wonder how people remember S&B!Genya fondly and ignore her latest version that apparently is only Leigh's mouthpiece at that point with no agenda, no complexity, just painted white all over that has forgotten how court works by blaming only the Darkling for her abuse.

Where was the complexity? Where was the Genya that seemed willing to do anything to overthrow the monarchy and didn't give a fuck about them?

Her duology counterpart had me like:

Anyway, S&B!Genya you will always be famous, Queen. 🥹

(credit to @adamarart)

[stardust-sunset]

how south park characters comfort someone? i’ve got you. please add your own thoughts!

stan: gonna be honest here, i don’t think he’d be all that receptive. i love stan, i actually think im most similar to him than any other character. that said, i think he would be pretty awkward when trying to comfort someone. especially if they’re crying. probably a tentative pat on the back, some generic advice like “it’s gonna be okay dude…just like…don’t think about it?” he means well, he really does. but bro gets extremely confused over his own emotions (and he has a lot of them) so don’t count on him to understand yours. hes even worse over text, “👍”

kyle: similar to stan in some ways, but more of a problem solver. kyle is my fav character but this guy. is not very good at listening and just wants to fix the problem. honestly depending on the situation he’d probably think you’re overreacting. but if he realizes it’s cereal then he must fix it with facts and logic. my partner does this and it’s like okay i love that you wanna fix it but can you just let me complain for a second…anyways. again very well meaning, he’d actually be very good at reassurance.

kenny: king of listening. he doesn’t talk much anyways, he’s more of an observer. so he probably already KNOWS if a friend is in distress. number one guy if you need someone to wrap an arm around you and listen to your problems and be like “that sucks dude” and when he does drop some advice, it’s like the most philosophical life changing advice you’ll ever receive. he also has experience being a source for comfort for his sister, he has a good energy. stan may be the most sensitive, but i think kenny is most in touch and understanding of emotions.

cartman: i’m sorry cartman fans. he just wouldn’t. this bitch would either try to one-up you with his own problems or just flat out laugh at you. other people’s problems are simply just not worth his time. he only cares if it can benefit him in some way. listen i love eric cartman, he IS south park. but he’s a little shit with nearly no sense of empathy and that is why we love him. unless you’re his mom or very close friend, and even then…ehh.

Oh absolutely, 100%.

Stan is probably a pretty decent listener. When it comes to advice though you’re on your own. Like you said, he’ll probably try. He means well. But he’s REALLY fucking awkward. He hesitantly pats their shoulder and says something like ‘don’t worry about it. It’ll get better.” and over text he 100% offers no advice. He’s a face to face kind of guy. Over text he kinda just shuts down.

Kyle absolutely means well. But god almighty he’s an awful listener. If you just wanna complain to him you’re gonna have to deal with a ‘yeah but…’ every five seconds. Or just flat out tell him you wanna just complain and you’ll get a listening ear, but he still tries to do something. Be it talk to someone for you, helping you out, whatever. Kyle is a fixer. And he won’t stop until the problem is fixed. He thinks he’s doing what is best but he’s not sometimes. He gets that from his ma. He has no problem dropping the harshness of reality in someone though. He drops it hard like ‘well if you’re gonna complain about abc you need to do xyz. You need to do something about said problem’ if it’s aonething only you can fix (like an insecurity or smth)

Kenny is an incredible listener and drops pearls of wisdom sometimes. He’s the quieter and more ‘mysterious’ type anyway so hearing so thing that isn’t ’haha tits’ come from him is kinda mind blowing. But when you need a friend, he’s the go to guy of the main four. He is a god at listening. He offers physical support if needed. He offers advice (even if it isn’t always good) but he will sometimes drop some poetic, metamorphic bombshell that people actually take from him. Hes the main guy to go for for consolation.

Cartman just sucks. Hell laugh. Or exploit you. Or threaten you. Unless it benefits him, oh well. Your problem.

[ctubbolvr]

//cs!beeduo rant. will contain MAJOR spoilers for the fic!

cs!beeduo are so. they feel like real people, first off. because they are both oh so very flawed. and at first glance, they seem very different. they’re not that different at all.

they both feel kind of like outsiders. because cs!tubbo feels like he’s intruding, and has been, since he moved in with cs!tommy and his family and although they treat him like family, said they want to adopt him, he feels like he’s not supposed to be there. cs!ranboo has been living with cs!niki, and although she isn’t around very much, usually at cs!puffy’s, he still feels like he’s intruding. they both do. no matter how sweetly and caring the people they live with can act, it still feels like they’re not supposed to be there

and maybe it never will. but, to each other, it feels like they’re supposed to be there. two outsiders who can’t seem to find where they think they should be, found each other in a convenience store talking about tylenol. and maybe the title of the fic in general is simply just a reminder of how they met, but it might be poetic as in they met during bad times and knew each other (tasting the bitterness of the cough syrup) but as time goes on, they’ll heal (the effects of the medicine) so maybe that’s why they met while buying fucking tylenol. maybe in the future they’ll look for tylenol together and try to stomach all of the horrible times. but maybe they’ll be alright by then and not give it much of mind.

and then one similarity. how no matter what the person who fucked them up so badly does, they miss them. they miss them like they’re a dog and the person is some type of fucking god. because when cs!schlatt dies, cs!tubbo says he needs him. but schlatt never needed him. because he has schlatt’s dna, and he is just fucking like him, drinking alcohol and being related to him. schlatt doesn’t need him. he never would. without schlatt, who exactly is cs!tubbo? he’s not himself. no, because he’s cs!schlatt. at least that’s how he thinks of it.

and then you have the parallel of cs!ranboo and cs!dream.

//MAJOR CHAPTER 30 SPOILERS.

even after cs!dream tries to KILL HIM, saying for the past two years, he’d been planning it and it would all come up to this moment, and he slams his head against the dashboard, yells at him, makes comments about cs!ranboo being crazy (when he is psychotic) and pinning him to the ground and stabbing him, bandaging him up and texting him, telling him that he killed himself and it’s cs!ranboo’s fucking fault, cs!ranboo misses him. he wants him back. he wants to be hugged by him. according to him, cs!dream was everything he had and you know why? because cs!dream gave him a purpose. taking pictures and finding out why the town is dangerous. and without that purpose, who the fuck is he? no one. because cs!dream even said that cs!ranboo is NOTHING without him. and he believes him. because for the past two years, despite being yelled at and emotionally manipulated and maybe even abused, cs!dream was there. so of course he’ll do whatever he says just because he says it.

they both miss horrible people. because they’re convinced that without them, they’re nothing. but maybe they can find something in each other. find a way to be something. together. because healing is a fucking journey, but they’ve been through hell and might still go through it, but goddamn they’re there for each other. and then you have the sweeter moments.

when they talked about religion. when they opened up about it. when cs!tubbo said, “i don’t like talking about god.” and cs!ranboo just said “okay.” and that was that. and they foreshadowed with “if there is a god, maybe it’s in this car” to when cs!ranboo had been saying “i’m god” after that dream he had in chapter 30, with cs!dream yelling at him that he’s not god and he’s delusional and cs!ranboo needs him.

and of course, my favorite. chapter 28. because cs!ranboo saying not many people call him pretty, and cs!tubbo’s reaction to be to tell him “then i’ll make sure you’re used to it.” and proceeds to call him pretty two more times that night and he has his little “realization”, as he calls it. and after cs!ranboo opens up to him about his memory, and he asks him not to pick up his phone when cs!dream is calling him, and cs!ranboo says the sunset is pretty, and cs!ranboo calls cs!tubbo the fucking sun because of “beside him, the sun says, “so are you.”” which isn’t the first time he’s done that. when they talked about getting married how cs!tubbo said he’s most likely to marry cs!ranboo rather then anyone else. and how cs!ranboo whispered “i’d marry you.” and how cs!tubbo went on a spiel of how cs!ranboo would be a good husband. and then when cs!ranboo said he’d name a star after cs!tubbo if he had the money, because he thinks it would make him smile. and when cs!tubbo thought that he would run away, and that cs!ranboo would stay here and have a good life but he wants to ask him to run away with him.

can you tell i fucking love these guys.

[sailorblossoms-snowbaz]

“But I also want to do this, whatever it is that works between us. With Agatha, it – ” 

Even in isolation, this packs so much. Because of the way it’s written, you can fill in the blanks pretty easily. “With Agatha, it (wasn’t like this)” 

In this part, Simon is telling us he’s too turned on to think, he’s so in love (“I love him, I love him” – the repetition is both emphasis and his thoughts being derailed because of sexual desire... he doesn’t have the mental capacity to be poetic here, he simply repeats it). “But I also want to do this” is not calling back to “I wanted to, until I didn’t,” or something, which he uses to express how he tried (but failed) to have sex with Baz before, otherwise Agatha would not be brought up at all. If it was about “failed attempts” at intimacy with Baz, it would have been about how he can do this, rather than he wants to do this, because wanting it isn’t new when it’s with Baz (Simon has thought and said he wants sex with Baz plenty of times, highlighting that lack of wanting was not at all the problem). “I’m so turned on I can’t even think, I’m so in love, I also want to do this” is redundant. “Romantic love” + “lust” = “desire for sex” is obvious enough you don’t need to spell it out. No need for a “but” there. 

“But I also want to do this,” with emphasis on do does indicate that there was a time he didn’t want to do this... Follow that with “With Agatha” and there’s your answer. It’s only when the comparison it’s done with Agatha that “I want to do this” is a new thing that needs to be highlighted in italics. “With Agatha, it (wasn’t like this) (I didn’t want to do it) (it didn't work)” ... you keep going back that paragraph in order, and you even have “(I wasn’t in love) (I wasn’t turned on at all)”

This is about sex, and we get Simon expressing how he actually felt about having it with Agatha without outright saying it, including the fact that he interrupts the thought with “no, never mind, that doesn’t matter” ... because he doesn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t want to think or process that, he doesn’t treasure the memory, he doesn’t want it in his head, and he doesn’t want to give it any importance. He dismisses it, he wants to leave it behind. That scene in Fangirl where Baz goes “have you ever done this before?” and Simon goes “not when I actually wanted it,” which the author has shared as informing Simon’s sexuality and experiences are encapsulated in this. In “But I actually want to do this.” 

I have posted about this before, but I was thinking about this again because, while this is about sex... it’s not just about sex. It also applies to the relationships. With Agatha, he didn’t have any romantic or sexual feelings, so he didn’t actually want to do “this”–“this” being his role of boyfriend. “It’s not my job to tell her what to do” is clearly disinterest, avoidance. “I never put her first” acknowledging this isn’t how a relationship should work, while also never concerning himself with changing it. Again, disinterest and avoidance. With Baz, he wants to do “this,” whatever it is that works between them. He wants their relationship to work. Which means communication, even when it’s uncomfortable. Simon talks, even about the things he would rather not. He doesn’t go “fine, it’s not my job to tell him shit, I’m not his boss” in SFC when Baz is upset and goes out to get some space. He immediately apologizes when Baz comes back. He doesn’t just go “I got it wrong” or linger in that line of thought because they had a discussion – he extends an olive branch when things cool off, even if he’s not fully getting it yet. There’s no avoidance; Simon is making the effort to make it work. Simon telling Baz “whatever you want, always” when discussing their Christmas strategy is not just a romantic gesture, it’s also about wanting to put Baz first. 

[theleetoalerandalertoalee]

Hey I made a shitty i mean- a super awesomeee fic

I know it’s not good, but I’m just gonna post it to say I did it.

Content: slight bondage, tword content

Have a nice day ^^

“With wind comes life…with life comes prosperity…with prosperity comes love..”

Kazuha sits on a rock beside a lake, closing his eyes as he relaxes, listening to the whispered melody of the breeze. Kazuha soon senses a familiar presence on the air.

“Well hello there, didn’t expect to see you here~”

Kazuha smiles slightly, “are you sure about that?”

The detective sits next to Kazuha, “hehe, couldn’t be more surprised.”

“You’re still fresh out of cold cases, I see?”

“Mhm, ever since the Traveler came and straightened Inazuma out, the only person I can count on seeing in custody is Arataki Itto.”

“Ah…that gang leader…he tries to get me to join on numerous occasions. He’s very extroverted, no?”

“You can say that again,” Heizou sighs, “I don’t know how Shinobu puts up with it.”

“I'm sure that’s an understatement, detective.”

“Oh, hehe, it is. Nothing gets by you, hm?”

“The wind carries the travels and thoughts of all who live and breathe it in.”

“You’re still just as poetic as ever.”

“Naturally.”

“I actually came here to talk to you about something.”

“About Wanderer?”

“Of course.”

“Do tell, friend.”

“He’s on his way back from Watatsumi Island.”

“Don’t tell me he went there to scoff at Kokomi again…”

“He scoffs at everyone, Kazuha.”

“True.”

Heizou pauses for a moment, “do you think Nahida is right? Will he ever fully heal?”

“Time doesn’t fully heal all wounds. Even rocks that have been eroded by wind and water still exist as sand.”

Heizou grins, “I like the way your brain works.”

“I know.”

“It almost makes me want to give you the birthday treatment I give the Traveler.”

“Aha, but that would make it less special for the Traveler.”

Heizou grins, “I know, that’s why I decided something different~”

“Ah, care to share?”

“Depends…humor me, are you an open minded person?”

Kazuha opens his eyes and looks at Heizou, “naturally, what makes you ask that?”

“Hmm…do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Enough to do a favor for me?”

“As long as it’s within my power.”

“I thought you’d say that.”

“Remember when you were a wanted criminal and I devoted everything to trying to catch you?”

Kazuha smiles softly, “hehe, of course, it’s how we met. The day my charges were appealed.”

“To this day I wonder, how did you evade me through all that time?”

“It was stormy during that time.”

“I see, so you hid in plain sight.”

Kazuha grins but doesn’t respond.

Heizou sighs, “my intuition tells me there’s more to that story than you’re letting on.”

“It’s a possibility.”

“I'm sure you’re wondering what this has to do with your birthday surprise.”

“Yes, detective, I am.”

“So, the favor I wanted to ask if I can pretend I caught you way back when you were a fugitive.”

“And you said you didn’t have an ego.”

“Hehe, consider this a humble request from a dear friend.”

Kazuha tilts his head with a curious expression, “then who am I to object to such a thing.”

Heizou smiles, holding out a pair of handcuffs, “you have the right to remain silent, criminal.”

Kazuha chuckles softly as he allows his friend to put on his handcuffs.

“How do I look, detective?”

“Too good to be legal.”

“I see why the Traveler said you’re a flirt.”

“Who, me? Nonsense-”

A voice comes up from behind the two, “you actually convinced him to put those on? How amusing.”

Heizou turns to the new voice and grins, “ah, Wanderer, you’re back from Watatsumi! How was it? Did you see all the sights I recommended~?”

Wanderer looks at Heizou, “no.”

“Tsk, what a shame.”

“I don’t care about such pointless things.”

“My intuition says that will change with time.”

“Hmph.”

“Anyway,” Heizou gestures to the handcuffed Kazuha, “I did it.”

Kazuha tilts his head, “was this a plan of both of yours?”

“Naturally. We wanted to give you a birthday you wouldn’t forget.”

“Well…it’s certainly memorable already. Being in handcuffs isn’t something I’m used to.”

Heizou smirks, “we haven’t even started yet.”

Wanderer rolls his eyes, “don’t say ‘we’. I still haven’t formally agreed to this.”

The detective sighs, “if you weren’t with me, you wouldn’t cut your time in Watatsumi short.”

“Tsk, maybe I wanted to wish my…friend…a good birthday.”

Kazuha smiles, “hey, I’ve leveled up to a friend, it appears.”

Wanderer mutters, “yes. Don’t make me revoke it.”

Heizou’s smile turns more and more mischievous as he looks at Kazuha, “so, Kazuha, it’s time for your surprise~”

“Ah, finally.”

Heizou smirks and slowly approaches Kazuha, “so, I’ve noticed that lately you haven’t been too happy. In fact, my intuition tells me you forgot today was your birthday.”

“You are correct.”

“I wanted to put a smile on your face, my friend.”

“But a simple joke wouldn’t suffice, would it?”

“No, this has more of a bonding effect to it.”

“And what is it?”

“Would you be against being tickled, Kazuha?”

Kazuha thinks, tilting his head, “you always manage to surprise me, Heizou.”

“It’s part of my charm, is it not?”

“It is…ah…I suppose I wouldn't be against it. It’s just…it reminds me of my first voyage on the Crux.”

“Is there a story there?”

“Of course, if you’d like to hear it.”

“Naturally.”

Even Wanderer seemed interested in the story, looking at Kazuha to hear what the samurai had to say.

“Well, you guys know how quiet I normally am. I seldom speak out of turn or above the tone of the wind. Beidou always accepted me and she always teased me, as good friends do. She wanted to see how loud I could get one day, so she decided to tickle me while I was practicing a tune on my leaf. Turns out I don’t really laugh loudly, I just get red in the face.”

Heizou smirks, “how precious.”

Wander doesn’t respond. He just looks at Kazuha, thinking about the story that was just shared.

Heizou smirks, “I’m totally going to ask Beidou about that when the Crux comes back into Ritou.”

Kazuha sighs, “please spare me that encounter.”

Heizou smirks, poking Kazuha in the side, “I dunno, it’s very tempting~”

Kazuha giggles, “I can see why you’d think that- hehehe.”

Wanderer smirks with an amused look in his eyes, “I haven’t seen your face that pink before, Kazuha.”

Kazuha continues giggling, and the handcuffs behind him are rattling slightly.

Wanderer curiously pokes Kazuha’s other side, entertained by this whole situation. Kazuha continues shaking his head as he giggles with flushed cheeks.

Heizou grins as he and Wanderer continue to lightly poke and prod at Kazuha, “hey, Wanderer, I think this was a good idea, no?”

Wanderer avoids Heizou’s eyes, but agrees nonetheless.

Kazuha continues giggling, but he doesn’t mind the experience. Usually he gets a few gifts for his birthday and a few kind words. Kazuha never got this much attention, because people usually leave him to his own devices. Which is understandable since he’s very quiet, and seldom strikes up conversation. Kazuha actually doesn’t mind attention from those he’s close to. Getting this kind of attention from both Heizou and Wanderer, without any cares or plans for later in the day, it’s lovely.

Heizou laughs along with Kazuha’s giggles, “happy birthday, my friend.”

Wanderer looks up at Kazuha, the faintest of smiles on his face, “mhm, but say I was never here.”

Kazuha continues giggling, “of course, thanks, really.”

Heizou let’s Kazuha free, undoing the handcuffs and Kazuha hugs the detective. Heizou grabs Wanderer by the collar and drags him into their hug.

Wanderer stands there in the embrace awkwardly, “this isn’t about me it’s about Kazuha-”

Kazuha interrupts him, “it’s about all of us, now. Thank you for remembering my birthday.”

Heizou smiles, “of course, we love you.”

Wanderer fails to hide a smile of his own, “I suppose we do.”