#Sometimes I just start talking and wont stop- except this time I was writing a post instead of talking with myself

[sapphire-rb]

Some interesting text found on the code: Part 1.2 - Leftovers from DQB1

Split from this because it turned from 'fun trivia' to 'theory territory' and I wanted to keep the other post more informative than rambly.

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Look at that! I don't need to translate that, just read it for yourselves!

Inside the menu code there's text hinting at a chapter-structure thing, like the one from the first game!

What I think happened was that originally during early development the 4 islands were planned the same way the 4 DQB1 chapters had been planned, and then they connected them with a more lineal plotline (since there were complaints about the disconnect between chapters in the first game).

Then the game would start you from the beginning if you hit 'new game', and as you advanced through the islands you would unlock the ability to start a new game jumping directly to that part of the story, like how you unlock chapters and can replay them individually without having to complete the previous ones in the original.

That's why there's a "for beginners" and "for experienced" prompt. It'd be a little weird to tell you about "beginners" if you unlocked the menu as postgame, and there's no way they'd let you skip to the end minutes after turning on the game for the first time.

Here's the menu from the first game as a reminder:

(Also! Default builder name bonus. They are the same across both games)

And! There's no Skelkatraz in the menu, but there is a Malhalla, so Skelkatraz can't have been omitted for spoiler reasons, right? Or maybe it is, since 'before Malhalla' is slotted at the end... Was that not on the list originally because didn't want to spoil Malhalla on the menu, but eventually decided it was too important and had to add it?

But wait- can that mean that there was no 'before Malhalla' planned at the beginning? That after leaving Moonbrooke you would be basically thrown into Malhalla instead of having to build the Steppe (Steppe that just pauses the Builder-Malroth character arc for no reason)?

Because if you think about it- why is there an 'After Malhalla'? that's just a glorified cutscene away from 'After Credits'. Unless Cerulean Steppe was planned to happen after Malhalla originally and not before, which would explain why there would be content between Malhalla and Credits (prompting a need to give you the option between 'after' one and 'after' the other) , but none between Moonbrooke and Malhalla (meaning both 'After Moonbrooke' and 'Before Malhalla' would be the same point in time). And then afterwards they moved the Steppe to between Moonbrooke and Malhalla because it made more plot sense.

And think about the castle. In-game the villagers just build the shell of it, and the game just tells you to 'build it properly' post-credits. And I've heard player complaints about the game not bothering to give you a proper castle. But if Cerulean Steppe was originally a post-game IoA part, then the castle had always been planned for post-game content, and when they had to put the Steppe into the main plot they had to compromise with the shell to keep the original post-game castle idea intact.

So if that's true, and you think about the fact that Skelkatraz is omitted there, maybe the original 'structure breaker' was Malhalla breaking in the Cerulean Steppe part. But then that was cut, and Skelkatraz was slotted in during the Scarlet Sands part to fulfil the 'structure breaker' role. And Skelkatraz adds the plot point about the Children of Hargon attacking the island- and would you look at that, it just so happens that that plot point is resolved in the Cerulean Steppe part, right before Malhalla! (being the only thing that gets resolved during the Cerulean Steppe part)

And Skelkatraz is also a very buggy part of the game, so it being a last minute addition also checks out.

So, I wanted to add at the beginning of this text, the idea that if the 4 islands were planned like the 4 DQB1 chapters, that maybe IoA had been planned like how Terra Incognita had been planned. Something a little bit outside of the main plot.

Considering the idea that the Skelkatraz sequence didn't exist originally, it makes sense that the Cerulean Steppe would be out of the plot, because it means that all 3 IoA sequences were themselves 'out of plot', and you would have the 4 islands plot as the main story while going to the IoA was more of a 'side quest' thing.

Now, I'm not saying that IoA used to be like Terra Incognita. I'm pretty sure that IoA has always been like IoA, but maybe at first they had planned it to be like the little sandbox safe haven Terra Incognita is, before the realised that if they wanted to make a more intertwined plot they couldn't just have the hub of the game be completely removed from it and doing its own thing.

...You know... IoA only gets 'unlocked' after Furrowfield... The same way Terra Incognita is only unlocked after Cantlin...

ok I don't think my rambles are coherent at this point. Sorry. Got too excited. But anyway, I think it's fun to think about how the game was planned and changed around. Makes you appreciate how much work goes into it.

[estrellita-wrights]

MATCHUP TRADES!!!!!

Hey my beautiful bestie😍 GOT U SUM INFO ✨

Kana She/Her

NO CHARACTER: Ortho, Riddle, Kalim, Rook, Vil, Lilia

Other characters see me as: Introverted, Average, gets whipped into things without wanting to get whipped into them (somehow sorts things out despite having a near break-down themselves?), weak, and some (namely Octavinelle and Savannaclaw) probably pathetic

How I see myself: Introverted, sad but trying my best, kind, pretty unmotivated (what did u expect, no talent, no magic, no understanding of academics in TWST, surrounded by people THOUSANDS of times smarter than me, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO.)

How do I meet new people: If by chance I have to talk with someone for a project or a special event, and I resonate with them, I’ll become friends with them! I open up easily. But yeah, unless I’m feeling extra social that day (which does happen sometimes), they needa come up to me.

Head or heart: I usually follow my head more, and my heart follows my head too which is also really bad (I have depression mwahahaha).

Sense of Humor: Quirky, Reddit, Instagram humor. I know, heinous. I laugh at regular humour too but this gets me.

Temperament: Short but wont show it. I can get angry easily, but I’m pretty good at keeping it to myself.

Likes and Dislikes:

Likes: Writing/Journaling

Philosophy/Ways of Living

People who understand me (or at least try without being disrespectful)

Hot Guys (C’mon, who doesn’t?)

Dislikes:

People who give unwanted advice for things they know nothing about. Ex. Depression? Just get the heck up and do what you wanna do! Can’t let that stop you.

Sitting in my bed all day (hate it, but cant help it)

Rude people and Not understanding people (kinda ties into the first one.)

Hobbies: Writing/Journaling (Obvi) Reading/Watching Psychological Shows (NEON GENESIS EVANGELION, LAND OF THE LUSTROUS)

Love Language: Physical Affection, Quality time (Just sitting together, acknowledging and being safe in each other's presence is enough for me too).

Appearance: Not tiktok/Insta pretty, SHORT, but honestly, pretty average. I love wearing jeans and cute shirts.

Anecdotes: I once stopped writing for a whole year and then got back into it because I wanted to write but I was too critical of my work to.

My type: Quirky, Kind, Weird but not the weird typa weird, just unconventional. Supportive, UNDERSTANDING

Preferred Dates: Picnic dates, Quiet Dates, Game/Movie Dates, Anything that isn’t too public.

Kins: Shinji

Music Taste: Literally everything except country and even then there are exceptions.

HELLO BESTIE!!

Your twst match is...

🛡️Silver Vanrouge🛡️

🛡️Silver would probably see you as who you are, a kind-hearted individual

🛡️One of Silver's known weakness in TWST is seeing the best in everyone he meets! How is that a weakness? Well, he misunderstands the motivations of others and immediately assumes it's good. However, in the case of Kana, who doesn't see the beauty in her heart that I see in you (my love/platonic), Silver would show you how amazing you are. And he would do it completely sincere.

🛡️How did you two meet? Well, dear Kana, you are a kind-hearted individual. You did him some kindness, of what I'll let you decide, and he became eternally grateful. Perhaps that kindness you have only done on a whim, and you are shocked when a pretty boy with hair that shines like the finest silk and eyes that rival the Aurora Borealis, approach you. He smiles at you with the prettiest smile known to man, and your heart skipped a beat. He was eternally grateful of what you did, though you've forgotten it already. And this starts the odd, but wholesome relationship between you and Silver.

🛡️in short, he approached you.

🛡️ Silver would listen to your rambles, not fully understanding them but happy he's there (though his face doesn't really show it). Whether you vent about something bad that happened or you're rambling about something you like, Silver would listen to you with full interest and care. He'd nod every now and then too, to show that he's listening.

🛡️Anime dates!! Silver doesn't watch anime much (but his papa loves it), but he's willing to give it a try. You'd probably ramble about this and that after every episode, and Silver would listen. He doesn't say it, but he enjoys your rambles just as much (if not more than) the episodes you watch. If you apologize for rambling, he'll explain how much he enjoys it, since it shows your love and interest in the piece. Also, Silver wouldn't emote much while you binge-watch the series, so you might think he doesn't enjoy it, but actually he gets really invested and might even make a shrine for his favorite character (and he's not ashamed of it too)

🛡️Some days, you both just chill under a tree. Y'all just holding hands, resting peacefully together.

🛡️Picnic dates with the prettiest boy alive!! He makes you some delicious snacks, and placed a flower in a vase in the middle of the picnic blanket. You both just chat about your day, when suddenly, you see a deer approach Silver. It starts nuzzling him on the cheek, and Silver talks to it for a bit. It's like seeing a fairytale princess, especially with the flower crown oh his head (from his animal friends). Did I forget to mention that BIRDS came up to you and Silver and placed FLOWER CROWNS on you!? Yep. Silver's definitely a romantic.

🛡️He tries to be understanding on your bad days, just staying by your side and making you some soup. He doesn't give any unwanted advice nor does he try to cheer you up with a joke. He's just there for you, and he always will be, or at least for as long as you want him.

🛡️Did I mention he could sing!? His voice is like an angel, as enchanting as a siren. Also his little animal friends play instruments while he sings. He once played the opening theme to an MMORPG that Lilia liked to play, so you can bet he'd play your fav song (with accompaniment by woodland creatures)

🛡️Also the animals are non-negotiable. Silver is Silver, so he'd definitely attract animals no matter where he is. He'd also befriend them, and let them have some of his food, and you'll definitely see him surrounded by cute little birds on a daily. If you're a fan of woodland creatures, dating Silver would be heaven. He'll even ask the deer (politely) if you could pet him!

Yeah that's it! Hope you enjoyed!

[possessionisamyth]

fic idea notes i wont write a full story of because yall are not getting me back into writing for one piece BUT

Pre-timeskip/post thousand sunny acquisition where Sanji gets injured and he's in a coma for a few weeks. Everyone visits him but Usopp visits him the most because he can finally talk to sanji without feeling like he's going to say the wrong thing. Sure they ended on a good note getting back together but even after thriller bark that doubt remains.

Anyway, he proceeds to talk to Sanji about anything and everything. He feels as relaxed as he did talking to Sanji before the whole Enies Lobby, and it's nice. Usopp gets bolder as the days go by. He starts making little requests about food adjustments like "maybe an extra pepper or two because he loves spicy food" and saying Sanji looks good in his patterned shirts and maybe they should match. And there's no "haha just kidding just a joke" follow up comment because it's not like Sanji can hear him.

Usopp then gets even bolder and whispers very quietly in Sanji's ear that he loves him before dashing out. At the lack of Sanji waking up the next day, him saying "I love you" to Sanji as he leaves becomes routine. No, practice actually. Just in case he ever gets the courage to say it to Sanji's face when he's awake. "Fat chance of that," Usopp tells himself. The love declarations get a little more dramatic or silly or painfully sincere like "I love you more than grilled pike," or "I love you as much as you love getting nosebleeds over nothing," or ""I love you so much sometimes it hurts," and Usopp doesn't really stop.

Then the next day Sanji wakes up. And Usopp visits him. And they talk, Usopp acting completely carefree and Sanji kind of subdued just retelling Chopper's orders. Sanji can be back on his feet in the kitchen tomorrow and Usopp praises him for it. As their conversation comes to a close, Usopp gets ready to leave and Sanji asks him to wait. So it goes:

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Sanji asks, hands folded in his blanket covered lap.

Usopp is reasonably confused. He was pretty sure he hadn't brought anything with him except his sketchbook. Which was tucked under his arm. "Forgot what?"

Sanji looks wounded for a split second before he turns his head away and says, "Nevermind."

"Oh, okay." Usopp wondered if Sanji was going to be like that for a while. He hoped his friend's time asleep didn't leave any negative effects.

So Usopp leaves. And Sanji gets back to work. But Sanji's heart doesn't seem to be in it as much? Even Nami says he seems kind of mopey. Everyone initially blames it on the head injury. Maybe it mellowed him out? The love cook nonsense sort of stopped so isn't that an improvement? Not really. It's Sanji, but it's not Sanji. Nami even lays it on extra thick when it comes to her drink or dessert requests, and she gets him to smile briefly before he's agreeing and walking away with his hands in his pockets. No heart eyes. Not a twirl. Something is very deeply wrong.

There are other crew members who are paying attention to the subtle bids happening during this. Like the long looks Sanji gives Usopp when he's sure no one's looking. Or how with snack requests Usopp's treats look, well, nicer.

Usopp does not notice this. At all!!!!! He thanks Sanji with the same levels of enthusiasm he always has, but his smile falters when Sanji looks at him as if waiting for something. It's then that Sanji tends to retreat to a chore or something that needed to be done in the kitchen. Usopp begins wondering how true the sudden reason for fleeing is, but not enough to say anything. He's still thinking the head injury had some small lasting effect. Couldn't be anything else.

Until they're eating dinner, and Usopp's perfect meal is perfect, but Luffy snags some and makes a face. Luffy claims it's way spicier than what he got. Usopp is confused. Robin asks to taste a bit which he lets her and she agrees that Usopp's plate, which looks like the other men's plates, is spicier in comparison. Luffy whines to Sanji about so it goes:

"How come Usopp's food is so hot?!" Luffy said with ice cubes stuffed in his cheeks.

Sanji looked annoyed at being interrupted during his conversation with Brook. "Because he made a request."

"What? No fair! I want to request more meat on my plate!"

"Request denied," he replied and returned to his conversation which Franky had decided to join.

Usopp was left pondering with his fork ready to deter Luffy's hand from taking another sample off his plate. When had he requested spicier food? He never bothered asking for adjustments to his meals. He liked how Sanji made everything, and usually if there was room for adjustments Sanji would ask him. Not the other way around.

Of course, this is when it hits Usopp that he made that request when Sanji was unconscious. When Sanji was unconscious and shouldn't have heard anything at all he was saying. What else did he hear? WHAT ELSE DID HE HEAR???!?? Usopp being one of the most reasonable members of the crew does the mature thing and runs away to his workshop after finishing his meal. Yes, he finished his food first. No, that had nothing to do with his realization. He just had something he needed to attend to in his shop before it exploded. Yeah, that's his excuse, er, reason! His reason!

He doesn't catch the look on Sanji's face as he leaves going from distraught to frustrated. He puddles over his huge gigantic irreparable mistake in his workshop. Clearly, he needed to apologize to Sanji. He needed to say Sanji had no obligation to be nicer to him while he tried to figure out how to deny Usopp's feelings gently. It all made sense. That's why Sanji was so subdued the last week post recovery. He wanted to let Usopp down gently without jeopardizing their friendship, but he was struggling with what words to use or when to tell him.

He settles for biting the bullet himself. He's used to disappointment. It wasn't fair putting all that pressure on Sanji while he recovered. He'd sweep up some of that bravado, joke off his feelings, and everything would get back to normal. Simple. Yet, putting on that bravado was more difficult than getting up at the ass crack of dawn to catch Sanji alone in the kitchen. It's a small mercy he was too anxious to get any real sleep. He would've missed his window other wise.

Usopp catches Sanji in the kitchen making bread dough, and it's awkward. The dough hits the counter with heavy thuds, and Usopp feels like his heart is about to beat out of his chest to the same rhythm. So he thanks Sanji about his request and then he jokes. He jokes and denies all the things he said unless they were funny, then he makes them funnier. He almost gets to the point of telling Sanji not to worry and that he understands but the beating of the dough stops. All of Usopp's instincts are telling him to run, but his legs will not move. Sanji purposefully moves to stand by Usopp in a way that blocks the exit. So it goes:

"Say it." Sanji's arms are crossed under his chest. His apron is dusted with flour as is the skin above his wrists. Although there wasn't a hair out of place, the stare he leveled on Usopp told the sniper he'd reached his patience quota.

Yet, Usopp still tested the waters because he could be a little stupid. "S-s-say what?"

Sanji's eye narrowed, but he didn't frown. Then he did frown. Then he looked away and his arms dropped to his sides like he'd given up.

A ridiculous thing right? Sanji didn't really give up on anything, and seeing him like that...

"I love you," Usopp said despite the lurch of all his insides feeling like they were going to become outsides. Wow. Horrible anxiety on two hours of sleep was not a great combination.

And Sanji looks at him so fast his bangs reveal his other eye for a split second. He looks hopeful. Like he's lit up, which emboldens Usopp to say it again. Suddenly he's being hugged. Sanji is hugging him very tightly and pressing his face into Usopp's shoulder and saying the endearment back with such sincerity Usopp is sure he's dreaming. But he's not dreaming, because he's crying and hugging Sanji back. And oh yeah, those are the ugly tears and he should really carry his not work handkerchief with him more often.

To everyone's misfortune relief, Sanji is no longer moping. Love Cook mode is back times 100, and a new shift of Usopp also being subjected to the treatment is both extremely embarrassing and endearing for their resident sniper. With the development comes Usopp being shooed out of the kitchen almost as much as he's invited in because "you're too kissable! ill burn the food with you around" being said as often as "how am I supposed to cook without my angel nearby". One of these days Nami is going to toss them both overboard for being too mushy.

[echoesofadream]

is adhd medicine (concerta) supposed to make me feel like this

-all the ways which when it comes to function, I am more, and all the ways I am not I am less

- i do things super fast, everything is a hurry .I get things done but a most of them are bullshit like tumblr blogging or checking every internet chronic kpop fan fomo outlet there is .

-I cant do something that isnt top priority in the world because I cant relax enough to do that. its better to sit on the floor and be in prepared mode instead of reading or painting or anything like that

-i have never been on speed but I would assume it feels like this based of the name

-I feel like I can do anything! except read a single page of text of course. thats literally impossible

-everything is on fire I need to put the fire out. right now. first though. where is it

-cant do anything that doesnt give instant gratification (what I mean by adhd medicine induced adhd)

-did I mention that Im quick. and super active. wait the h in adhd stands for hyperactivity....this is wrong...I do this and this and this and this and this and STOP. IM STUCK:

-incredibly hard to move out of situation when im stuck in it. like i could be doing ANYTHING and im like. I cant stop. doing this. whatever it is. I cant move on. this is a familiar feeling that everyone has including me before medicine but now it's like. so much worse. you know the feeling when you cant get out of bed. or youre in the couch and too lazy to get ready for bed. this is like that but dream (nightmares when you cant move) level of lethargy. its like im sitting at the kitchen table. I just got home. but then it's been three hours. and Im still sitting there doing whatever im doing. it's like. so bad. im like. I need to shower. okay this has been sort of an obstacle for me sometimes. but now it's like. shower. I need to shower. hours pass. I havent showered. maybe I just wont shower today. this dysfunction is making me realize how functional I can be in some areas of daily life actually.

-^above would be good if I was working a busy job when things happened all at once. and I had to get things done and not get distracted. but im literally an unemployed uni dropout. im trying to increase my level of focus. im trying to learn how to be in the present and breathe and be less anxious. this medicine is doing the absolute opposite for me. I started this medication because I want to be able to study but how is this supposed to help be in any area in life except like working at the ER or if my job is just answering emails and that kind of thing. all I can do right now is make posts, talk during movies (never been a me thing im very serious about silence during film watching), have a stomach ache and too fast heartbeat, actually work on a novel instead of creating a document that I abandon after the first and only time I write on it, be anxious, eat hot chip and lie

Help??`????????

[typicalopposite]

2023 Fanfic Wrapped

Thank you @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag! :)

Sooo this year has been a wild ride fandomly for me... to say the least.

(we're gonna go ahead and add a cut cause she's gonna get long)

It started with a few prompt fics in January

Feel The Rain On Your Skin Destiel(SPN)663 words Tumblr Prompt Game “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm, and you want to stop and feel the rain?” overtime - Steddie(Stranger Things)1305 words Fic prompt game “we’re you ever going to tell me?”

I worked on some WIPs I wont include because they were started in 2022 through February . Then in March I started three new fics (because I am insane) that are all still on going WIPs as well, but the first two that I share were left on a good stopping point; so you're not left with that bitterness once you see they haven't been updated in a long time. The last one... we won't talk about her(I swear it's not abandoned I just have been hyperfixated elsewhere and life has been messy)

It Takes Two - Starsky & Hutch 8746 words Nothing more than a box that had fallen over. He laughed at himself and relaxed for a brief moment — since at least there was no rat — but it was short-lived as he turned the box to reveal the writing on the side.  Give to Dave It was written in big red letters in Terry’s handwriting; Starsky felt like he might be sick. Her parents had brought it after… said it was in her apartment. He didn’t even know about it, and he had not yet found the strength to open it. So it was hidden away in his closet where he could forget about it, and he had. Go figure, he thought.  Interdit - Portamis(The Three Musketeers)8241 words It happens while Aramis is hunched over Porthos, stitching — or rather trying to stitch, as Porthos repeatedly flails and hisses and snatches away from Aramis’ needle — the slash across his left eye. just a little while - Gallavich(Shameless)12,725 words Mickey will be a shit dad. He will. He knows he will. It’s fucking encoded in his DNA… or some shit. Except, how come every time he’s stuck with one the Gallagher kids, it feels like the exact opposite…

Which brings us to August, when everything changed... drastically. I was introduced to RWRB and although I started getting ideas for fics and even started writing one I still haven't finished prior to seeing the movie, just a few days after it released I went on a spiral of writing i have NEVER gone on before... and it doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.

August - December every fic I wrote has been FirstPrince

August

Zahra Deserves A Raise 5091 words or Five times Zahra has to put up with Alex and Henry's shit... and definitely didn't get paid enough for it... plus one time she was happy to. A Summer Scandal 6123 words It’s next summer and they made it back to the lake house… but let’s make it angstier than last time. :) we're gonna need some pizza 1017 words Missing scene from when Alex comes out to Ellen. or What happens between Ellen ordering the pizza and her asking Alex what he identifies as. Home 2675 words Just my take on Movie Henry getting into the brownstone :)

September

Sometimes 2638 words Alex helps Henry through a difficult time regarding his father. what's not to like 1096 words It’s been four days since Oscar looked at his son and said, “Sometimes you just gotta jump… and hope you’re not standing on a cliff.” Or... Missing scenes after Henry leaves from Oscar’s POV What If 5817 words Alex called all day, everyday, for a week after Henry left the lake house. Each time Henry wished it would be the last; that Alex would take the hint, and let it go. Each time there was another call. Until there wasn’t. or... What if Alex never stormed the castle to win Henry back?! tell me more, tell me more 2981 words What are best friends for if not to go gush about the person you are secretly in love with after each (totally not but totally IS) date. or... The missing scenes of Nora and Percy finding out the story behind each time Alex and Henry get together. The Royal American Wedding Planner 9371 words It’s going to be the wedding of the century! But more importantly it’s going to be the wedding of their dreams. Zahra is going to make sure of it. ORRR 5 weeks of problems with the FirstPrince wedding and 1 perfect day!

October

Three Days 29,542 words He looks down at Henry’s body, steps closer. He’s right beside the bed and lays a hand on the top of Henry’s head. “Say you could go back three days; back to before all the missed plans, before all of the arguments, before the promotion… before the accident. Would you?” “Of course I would…” ooorrr I decided to write an angsty little Christmas fic in October based off an equally angsty movie I use to love back in the day one thousand four hundred and sixty four hours 926 words Alex has always made a habit of obsessively remembering certain days. Important days, of course. Ones that leave a special mark on his memory. Ones that he never wants to forget. eight legged freaks 895 words henry pulls a prank on alex based on a picture of a spider earring i saw on facebook cake-gate, baby gates, and a mess Henry could have avoided 1655 words Henry and Alex agree on a lot when it comes to parenting. They also disagree on a lot; that's just par the course with parenting, though… right? One thing they both sway on the fence about is baby restraints… or whatever the technical terms for them are. and so the story goes 2068 words Henry suggested Alex try his routine on the days he would have been putting her to sleep, to keep her nights as close to normal as possible. But Alex’s eyes went crossed trying to understand which concoctions (and the correct amounts) Henry uses for bath time. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sit still long enough to brush through her hair more than just the amount of times it took to detangle it. Most importantly though, he absolutely sucks at bedtime stories… which have always been her favorite part of Henry’s routine.  let me hear you SCREAM 2789 words Then Henry looks up from his writing desk, through the front window of the Brownstone, and sees a ghost face mask staring back at him from across the street. He certainly didn’t expect Alex’s idea of getting him back to involve… well that. The cloaked figure doesn’t move, save for a slow rise of his hand to give Henry a slight wave. It’s extremely creepy and Henry has to push back from his desk and get away from the window.

November

proud to be yours 4086 words “Made me very proud to be your boyfriend,” Henry had said. And Alex replied; “I’m always proud to be your boyfriend.” Henry made his little snide upperclass joke and Alex grinned and laughed as if he had just heard the most hilarious thing in the world. Then the moment was interrupted and quickly forgotten as they readied themselves to meet with the King. And it probably should have been the end of the topic — for Alex, perhaps it truly was. But for Henry, who tends to overthink things for the worse, he just can’t forget about it. or... Five times Alex was introduced as Henry's boyfriend, and one time he was introduced as his husband. ten seconds 'til 3544 words Five New Years showing the reasons that brought Henry to hate the holiday… and the one that changes his mind so says social media 606 words Alex shrugs and turns his phone off, sliding it into his pocket to resume watching TV. “Who knows, people just love to stir up drama.” Or... I have watched people micro analyze TZP and (especially) NG on social media so much I wrote a FirstPrince fic about it.

December (I have only posted one this month, because I was feeling the pressure of giving myself a timeline on a fic, and also joining the gift exchange... that being said I am going to add the gift fic to this list on the first.)

i saw papa kissing santa claus 3483 words “O- Oh, hello there young lady,” Henry says, swapping back to the deep American accent he’s been using as Santa, and Alex looks past him. There is a little girl storming towards the cottage; their little girl.

There you have it! My insane list of fics I've published in 2023, totalling up to 118,000+ words!

I honestly don't know anyone to tag who hasn't probably already been tagged, so I will leave it open to anyone who wants to join it! It's really fun to go back and actually see what you have accomplished in a year. Here's to 2024! :)

[ruanais]

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if u are a minor interacting with me, especially when ur 15- I suggest to still keep some distance between us for both of our sakes. so mainly the only thing that i am okay talking abt is our similar interests. I will sometimes not text u back for a while nor interact but this is nothing personal <;3

「keep in mind as I am a adult, I won’t write for characters under 18- but you may request for them platonically ! note : characters aged 17 are okay now ! no smut tho </3 until they canonically turn a adult, that is !! 」

now that you have successfully finished reading, here is the masterlist ! not updated

ps. if u came here first, ily sm

[pixeljade]

Of course if Bethesda hired ME, i could write them the greatest Fallout game of all time, set in the midwest (around Ohio/Detroit area), an area known as the Cornwastes, about 40 years after FO4. The region has been, since the Great War, basically unliveable due to deadly radioactive tornadoes, but those have begun to die down, and settlers from the East have begun to reclaim the region. Your only character story is that youve come along on a caravan, and you get to choose if thats because you're seeking a fortune on the new frontier, running away from a past, etc. The main story would actually change based on what you choose at the start, with a secondary villain based on that choice.

There would be a faction of ghouls who survived the deadly weather in the region, who claim it as their own land that smoothskins are taking from them. Many of them have taken to violence to control it, calling themselves the Ghoul Liberation Fronf. There's also a group of sapient mirelurks to the north, by the great lakes, who live in a tribal, agrarian society, which seems almost idyllic...but not very fond of outsiders. Of course the settlers have their factions as well; a group of Synths who would like not only to settle down in a place thats bigger than their previous hiding holdouts, but also hope to find a new technology to shape their future. There's a merchant guild from around D.C. wastes which has plots to establish a trading path with the west coast, but who seem to be exploiting their workers. Then there's the raiders, who have finally begun updating their playbook after success at Nuka-world and The Pitt. Now they have something close to organized crime, and they're working directly with the laborers moving into the area.

There's also of course a burgeoning government...a confederation of different regions across the east coast, who have allied with the leaders from the Cornwastes, with little more than power plays keeping it intact. Each region has their own laws, and their own military, but must allow free travel and commerce amongst the citizenry. This results in a lot of friction between the sectors, with military from each sector often exploiting other sectors citizens near the borders. The actual confederated government does nothing to stop these scuffles, being led currently by the same man who founded the Merchants Guild, whose only goal is his own enrichment. Overall, the three factions you see out of this government in the Cornwastes are the militarized Commonwealth Army, which is formed of remnants of both the Minutemen and the Brotherhood, and claim to fight for the good of all citizens (an idea which locals find questionable); the secretive and threatening Capital Coalition (Think like G-men, except with power suits backing them); and the Appalachian Militia, who are made up of some of the biggest misfits in their entire region (including several friendly Super Mutants, who have calmed down since FO4 due to new advances in biomedical engineering.)

Each of the three C's of Ohio and Detroit would be accessible. (hey, if FO4 can have most of Massachusetts we can have a bigger map this time!) There's gouges across the landscape caused by the erosion of the extreme weather, though, making transportation largely happen over bridges, which factions control as chokepoints. There will be a dynamic "sector control" system where you can aid factions in taking new bridges and acheiving their goals bit by bit. Once a sector has been taken by a friendly faction, you can build over the entire sector like you do with FO4 settlements. Of course, each of those sectors have various resources worth acquiring as well. There are, of course, some limitations; sometimes a faction wont want to expand into a sector, because they are allied with the faction controlling it, and there are some points which are considered shared ground. Also, sectors arent just gained through combat...you can take sneakier routes, sometimes even just talking a faction out of their claim of a sector.

As for the main storyline, once you get into the region and finish setting up your character, you get caught up in a tense altercation between the government and a group of armed labor workers blocking the path. Just before the Commonwealth Army threaten to "put the workers back in line", the Ghoul Liberation Front attacks both of them. You as the main character are swept away by a mysterious woman from your caravan who hides you with a stealth boy, and hands you a letter and a key, before dying from a wound. The slaughter ends with the leaders of the three factions falling back to regroup, and the letter leads you to a nearby town. Its there that you end up swept into a larger plot: the key has been passed down for generations, kept safe in one of the vaults, and evidently unlocks a deadly pre-war weapon that was being developed in Detroit. You then go on a story which involves the fate of the entire region, weighing the implications of history as well as simple citizen lives. Will the locals remain in power, or will the settlers take control? Will the government stabilize, and if so, who will be in control?

As for gameplay, much of it will be similar to FO4 with the added sector system, but also, you can actually get synth limbs and implants which are moddable as you progress. This adds one more layer to FO4's already robust modding system, as well as playing into the ever-present Fallout theme of 'what is a human anyways?'.

Anyways Bethesda if you wanna hire me i graduated cum laude with a degree in narrative arts back in may, and have a handful of accolades under my belt. I can give ya a resume and a portfolio if you want!

[forgetmynamepleasethanks]

OHOHOH I have a good idea for a request :> possibly could I get either headcanons or a scenario, you can choose, of Kris with a reader who had a simular kind of incident to the one Mae Borowski had in NITW? (if you don't know what that is its p easy to search it up there's a whole wiki page for it) hope that made sense!!!!

This has been sitting in my asks for so many months along with a few other posts. I wont lie to you. I forgot my password. Fixed that issue though so here we are. I'm writing this little preamble thing December 10th 2022 so lets see how long it takes me to write this whole thing. Hope you enjoy.

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Wise parents in Hometown warn their kids to stay away from them.

Kids too little to even remember why they're supposed to be scared scurry off and kids old enough to remember keep their heads down and walk past them.

The outburst of the only other human in town and the disappearance of Dess Holiday has got to be one of the worst "coincidences" to grace Hometown newspapers ever.

For a while after the incident, you tried your best to recoup your losses. But no matter how hard you seemed to try, no one was interested in humoring your request to be friends anymore.

For 2 years this continued.

To the rest of Hometown you weren't a human, or a monster, but you were a monster. You were a perfect example of why they didn't let many humans live here. A psycho who brutalizes innocent monsters.

That's all you were to them.

You tried to get over it. Can't keep beating yourself up forever right? Time to move on to better things? Right? Your grades began to drop rapidly, bringing you from 3rd in the class to almost last place.

Despite everything, you kept going.

Kris did not understand you. They are one of the very few people who aren't scared of you. They feel for you, as a fellow outcast they get what it's like to just want to curl up in a ball and never leave your bed.

After everything that happened to them, all the yelling, being treated as an outcast, the weird looks, the loneliness, why wouldn't they want to just disappear?

You don't really talk to anyone, sometimes you'll ask them for a pencil but other than that it's effectively radio silence between you and the rest of Hometown.

You rarely smiled, you were rarely seen outside of school or your house, even seeing you at school became a more and more special encounter. You were almost like a secret boss in a video game or something.

You captured Kris' attention and never let go. Why couldn't they stop thinking about you?

"Well that's easy, you have a crush loser." Susie replied to them, throwing another rock into the lake.

Kris didn't believe a word of it.

A crush?

On you?

No way.

No wayyyyy.

Yes way?

I mean just because they thought your smile was so infectious that whenever you wave at them for a pencil they smile, or how even though they know what you did they can't get your face out of their head, or how no matter what you wear you look perfect doesn't mean they have a crush on you!

You probably wouldn't even like them back...

Only one way to find out right?

The sun was setting, signaling for all the other kids to leave the playground and start heading home. Except you. You decided to stay a little longer. Feet brushing through brown mulch below the swing you gently rocked yourself on, hands wrapped around your journal, you heard the sound of footsteps on grass. You glanced up, focusing on the approaching figure which had sat on the swing next to you.

Kris Dreemurr.

After several minutes of uncomfortable silence, Kris broke it.

"I don't think you're a bad person." Kris stated quietly looking to you for your reaction.

"Gee thanks." You said, a little confused with the whole interaction.

"Why don't you come to school anymore?" Kris asked you.

"Why do you care all of a sudden?" You teased, stretching your arms and yawning.

For you, this was just some chance interaction, but for Kris this was now or never.

"Because I miss you." Kris explained quietly.

You froze for a second. Kris missed you? Town crazy person? Wow.

You grinned that crooked grin that Kris couldn't get enough of, before replying.

"Well if you care so much I guess I can show up some more." You proclaimed through your smile.

"I'd like that." Kris said, so quietly you barely heard them.

You stood up from your swing and yawned again. "It's getting late, let me walk you home." You offered.

Kris only nodded before standing up and dusting their pants off. Before they could react you had grabbed their hand and were pulling them along.

Oh.

Oh.

So you did like them back. Would have

Wise parents in Hometown warn their kids to stay away from them.

Kids too little to even remember why they're supposed to be scared scurry off and kids old enough to remember keep their heads down and walk past them.

The outburst of the only other human in town and the disappearance of Dess Holiday has got to be one of the worst "coincidences" to grace Hometown newspapers ever.

For a while after the incident, you tried your best to recoup your losses. But no matter how hard you seemed to try, no one was interested in humoring your request to be friends anymore.

For 2 years this continued.

To the rest of Hometown you weren't a human or a monster, but you were a monster. You were a perfect example of why they didn't let many humans live here. A psycho who brutalizes innocent monsters.

That's all you were to them.

You tried to get over it. Can't keep beating yourself up forever right? Time to move on to better things? Right? Your grades began to drop rapidly, bringing you from 3rd in the class to almost last place.

Despite everything, you kept going.

Kris did not understand you. They are one of the very few people who aren't scared of you. They feel for you, as a fellow outcast they get what it's like to just want to curl up in a ball and never leave your bed.

After everything that happened to them, all the yelling, being treated as an outcast, the weird looks, the loneliness, why wouldn't they want to just disappear?

You don't talk to anyone, sometimes you'll ask them for a pencil but other than that it's effectively radio silence between you and the rest of Hometown.

You rarely smiled, you were rarely seen outside of school or your house, and even seeing you at school became a more and more special encounter. You were almost like a secret boss in a video game or something.

You captured Kris' attention and never let go. Why couldn't they stop thinking about you?

"Well that's easy, you have a crush loser," Susie replied to them, throwing another rock into the lake.

Kris didn't believe a word of it.

A crush?

On you?

No way.

No wayyyyy.

Yes way?

I mean just because they thought your smile was so infectious that whenever you wave at them for a pencil they smile, or how even though they know what you did they can't get your face out of their head, or how no matter what you wear you look perfect doesn't mean they have a crush on you!

You probably wouldn't even like them back...

Only one way to find out right?

The sun was setting, signaling for all the other kids to leave the playground and start heading home. Except you. You decided to stay a little longer. Feet brushing through brown mulch below the swing you gently rocked yourself on, hands wrapped around your journal, you heard the sound of footsteps on grass. You glanced up, focusing on the approaching figure which had sat on the swing next to you.

Kris Dreemurr.

After several minutes of uncomfortable silence, Kris broke it.

"I don't think you're a bad person," Kris stated quietly looking to you for your reaction.

"Gee thanks." You said, a little confused with the whole interaction.

"Why don't you come to school anymore?" Kris asked you.

"Why do you care all of a sudden?" You teased, stretching your arms and yawning.

For you, this was just some chance interaction, but for Kris, this was now or never.

"Because I miss you," Kris explained quietly.

You froze for a second. Did Kris miss you? Town crazy person? Wow.

You grinned that crooked grin that Kris couldn't get enough of, before replying.

"Well if you care so much I guess I can show up some more." You proclaimed through your smile.

"I'd like that," Kris said, so quietly you barely heard them.

You stood up from your swing and yawned again. "It's getting late, let me walk you home." You offered.

Kris only nodded before standing up and dusting their pants off. Before they could react you had grabbed their hand and were pulling them along.

Oh.

Oh.

So you did like them back. Would have been nice to know that earlier.

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I wrote this March 12, 2023. I wrote it all in one day and I'm not super proud of it but you know how it is. Hope you enjoy it. I'm going to try and be more active again.

[pitifulbaby]

gift wrap

pairings: stucky x reader ( steve x reader x bucky )

warnings: SMUT, mature language, actual filth, 18+, threesome, oral ( m receiving ), male on male, dirty talk, cum eating, please this is so filthy, cream pie?? 

request(s): Could I request a Stucky x reader with smut prompt #7?Thank you!x new follower 💜 +  #75: “Mind if I join you?” with Stucky

a/n: so uh yeah, this is really, really, realllly filthy so like, please be warned.. i merged two requests because i realized they would work really well together! or i mean at least i thought so. not only is this filthy it is really long. happy reading!

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You were seated atop the plush carpet that was spread out across the wooden floor, presents and wrapping paper scattered around you. You and the boys had used the day to do Christmas shopping for your friends and family.  

Sometimes shopping with the boys felt like shopping with toddlers, and they felt the same way about shopping with you. But that wont stop any of you from all shopping with one another. Well, except when shopping for one another, but that’s another story.

You had a few presents wrapped, yet still a ton more to go. Bucky had given up wrapping after two presents, he opted to now be sitting with you between his legs, his chest pressed firmly against your back.

Steve on the other hand was continuing to wrap, wanting to get this over and done with instead of sitting in the house with what felt like millions of presents needing to be wrapped. He just liked getting things done instead of letting them pile up. He did it all calmly with no worry what so ever.

and Bucky of course was the opposite.  

Bucky liked to procrastinate till the last minute and still come out having done whatever it was perfectly and seemingly like he had heaps and heaps of time to do whatever it was.  

You on the other hand, no matter when you got it done you did in a panicked manner, no matter how stressful or not the situation was. If you got it done on time, before or last minute it was still done with immense anxiety.  

Needless to say you three were all different in that way, yet still worked together beautifully.

Your fingers started to slow down as Bucky started to press kisses across your neck, teasing around your sweet spot- do everything possible to avoid it but constantly graze over the sensitive skin.  

Steve looked over at your two from the wrapping, his eyes darkening ever so slightly at the sight he saw. Your pupils seemed to be a little bigger than normal as your lips parted ever so slightly.  

You were trying to keep your concentration on the present you were trying to wrap, but Bucky had other plans in mind and he didn’t stop usually till he got his way.

The moment his lips attached to your sweet spot was the moment a quiet whimper slipped past your lips, causing you to try and wiggle out of his grasp as he held you against him tighter.  

“Stop trying to fuck me! I am wrapping presents.” Your words trailed off as he nipped at your skin, the paper wrapping in your hands crumbling as you tighten your grasp on the colorful shiny paper. Bucky let out a laugh against your skin, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest.

The closer you were the more you could feel his erection against your back through his grey sweatpants. He had forgone his shirt earlier when he proclaimed he was ‘too hot.’ But with him it could have two meanings that neither you nor Steve questioned when it came to the male.  

Speaking of Steve, he never let his gaze shift from you two, he had just finished wrapping his last present- you three had divided the gifts into an equal amount to make it fair. But it wasn’t like any of you minded, well, except Bucky.  

Bucky let his left arm stay wrapped around your torso, his right hand snaking up to grab your jaw, turning your head to the side. “You sure I cant stop? C’mon, look at the way Steve is looking at us. Don’t you wanna do something more fun than wrapping presents?” He purred in your ear, causing your lips to part.  

“I can think of another thing I want my cock wrapped in this Christmas.” He growled this time, your eyes falling shut as you let the paper slip from your fingers. Your cheeks flushed red at that, Bucky shifted your head to look at Steve. He was leaning back on his hands, a smirk on his face. His cock was already hard in his jeans, it amazed and slightly terrified you just how easily these boys got turned on.

Bucky hummed softly, his left hand loosening it’s grip around your torso, letting his metal fingers gently glide down your body and up your skirt. Cupping your mound through your underwear, “Don’t you wanna put on a show for Steve, let him watch you come undone because of me? I know he would like that.” Bucky continued, slowly pushing your lace panties to the side.  

His metal fingers made contact with your heat, causing you to gasp at the sudden chill on your most sensitive area. “But, the presents-” You managed to get out, leaning your head back onto Bucky’s shoulder. He tutted at you the moment your eyes started to slip shut, giving your jaw a gentle shake. “Eyes on Steve, kid.” He grumbled out, his fingers gliding ever so gently through your folds.

Steve had a perfect view of this, your legs spread wide as you were sat between Bucky, your skirt was bunched up giving him the best view of Bucky’s fingers stuffed in your cunt. It made him throb almost painfully in his pants, palming himself to try and ease it.

You whimpered as Bucky pressed a finger into you, causing your legs to snap shut which only caused Steve to shake his head at you. “Mind if I join you?” Steve said to Bucky, which the male only nodded his head with a smile. “You never have to ask, punk.” In a flash Steve was right in front of you, leaning forward to press a searing kiss to your lips. Once he pulled away he kissed Bucky with the same amount of passion.

Seeing them kiss always got to you, you managed to get wetter as you clenched around Bucky’s metal fingers. Your eyes were trained on them, having to crane your neck in a strange way to watch them. But the pain was worth it. A moan slipped past your parted lips as you felt a thumb rubbing at your clit.

Steve thumbed at your clit while Bucky added another finger into you, the two still kissing.

If you could, you would've cum right then and there. Once again you tried to close your legs, but you couldn’t with Steve on his knees between your thighs.

The two pulled away, a string of saliva pulling between their red, swollen lips. Bucky moved to press kisses across your neck once again, Steve easing his thumb off your clit. Once he did that you let out a sad whine which in turn caused Steve to smack your cunt gently, your back arching off of Bucky’s chest with a sharp gasp.

“Behave.” Steve tutted, moving to unbutton your blouse with skillful fingers while Bucky continued to pump his fingers in and out of your dripping core slowly. Once your shirt was unbuttoned Bucky eased his fingers out of you, you bit your lip to not let out another whine.  

Bucky helped get your shirt off the rest of the way before throwing it somewhere else in the living room, he pushed you forward a tad to unclasp your bra. You shimmed out of the article clothing and once again it was tossed across the room.  

You were left in your skirt and underwear, the chill of the air causing your nipples to pebble. Steve leaned down to press open mouth kisses across your chest, leaving marks in his wake. You were once again pulled back into Bucky’s chest, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.  

“Isn’t this better than wrapping those presents?” He questioned in your ear, you bit at your bottom lip as you nodded your head. You let your gaze shift over to the discarded wrapping paper, tape and unwrapped presents.  

But you were taken out of the moment by Steve sucking your nipple into his mouth, a harsh gasp being heard from you as your hands quickly shot up to tangle themselves in Steve’s blonde locks, he chuckled softly against you, pulling away from your breast with a wet ‘pop’. He then put his attention to the other breast, giving it the same treatment he gave the other one.  

Your eyes were shut in bliss, hands shaking in his hair as you panted, the throbbing in your core becoming stronger.  

“Why don’t we take this to the couch.” Bucky purred out, and soon enough you were being pulled around like a rag doll to the couch that was only a few feet away.  

Steve let out a hum once Bucky placed you down onto the couch, the two were standing while you remained seated. Bucky soon discarded himself of his sweats, his cock springing free and smacking his lower stomach. Steve soon followed suit in getting undressed, as you watched him you felt your mouth water at the sight.  

Your boys were the two hottest men alive, sculpted to perfection physically and in every other way. Bucky soon was standing right in front of you, his hands resting on your cheeks before sliding up to your hair, tilting your head back as he stared down at you and you stared up with wide, innocent eyes.  

His tongue shot out and licked his bottom lip, “Aren’t you a sight to see?” He purred out as you tightened your thighs together to help give yourself some sort of friction. Your hands were on your lap, itching to reach out to one of their cocks, once again your mouth felt like it was watering.  

“What are we gonna do with her, Buck?” Steve questioned from the side, causing you to shift your gaze over to look at the other tall male. Bucky motioned for Steve to sit down, as Steve turned to sit Bucky leaned over and smacked Steve’s ass gently, causing him to turn with his brows furrowed. The sight caused you to let out a quiet laugh, which in turn caused Bucky to smile proudly at you.  

Steve was seated next to you side ways, one of his legs on the couch and the other planted firmly on the ground. “Take off your panties, doll.” Steve said and of course you did as you were told. When you went to take off your skirt your hands were pulled away by Bucky, looking up at him in confusion. “No, keep the skirt on.” He said and you swallowed thickly with a nod.  

Bucky moved to sit on the other side of you, “Get on his cock.” He commanded you, soon you darted your eyes to Steve who was pumping his cock a few times, a breathy moan slipping past his parted lips. You shifted yourself ontop of Steve, straddling him.  

You hovered above him, one hand on his chest and the other on the back of the couch. He kept hold of his cock, teasing the tip through your folds, smearing his precum and your wetness across.  

Before you could say anything he was pushing up into you, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as you tightened your grip on the couch, mouth dropping into an ‘o’ shape.  Slowly you eased down onto his length, his cock stretching you oh so deliciously.  

He let you take a moment to just sit on him, get use to his cock for a moment.  

But before you could start to move you felt a pair of hands on your waist, one metal and one flesh. Once again Bucky was pressed up against your back, you could feel his cock flesh against your back. His hands helped guide you back and forth on Steve’s cock. Your head finds its place against Bucky’s shoulder, panting as he pushes and pulls you.  

Steve bit his bottom lip, one hand resting on your hip right above where Bucky was holding and the other going down to rub gently at your clit. Applying light pressure, enough to send tingles down your spine but not enough to help send you over the edge.  

The once quiet room was filled with moans and pants, whimpering as Steve’s thick cock nearly rips you in half, Bucky’s strong hands on your hips helping you fall closer and closer to your peak. “You like that sweet girl?” Steve started speaking, the pressure he was pressing onto your clit getting stronger as the seconds passed.

“Like my cock nestled in you while Buck is gripping your hips and helping you grind down on me?” He asked you, his voice dark and low. You couldn’t speak, only nodding your head as you bit your bottom lip, speeding up your movements. “Oh you know she does, she's so good at keeping our cocks nice and wet, good at everything she does.” Bucky replied to Steve dirty talk with more.

Your legs were starting to feel like jelly, thighs shaking around Steve’s slim waist. Even with Bucky helping you, your pace was starting to slow as your peak was getting closer, your nails pressing faint crescent shapes into Steve’s chest as your grip on the couch started to falter.  

You would’ve fallen forward if it weren't for the strong hands on your hips keeping you up.

Your chest was rising and falling and starting to speed up. But before your peak was right in your grasps, Bucky tightened his grip on your hips and held you still. Which only caused you to let out a groan, nails digging in further to Steve as he let out a laugh. You were acting pitiful, pouting deeply as you looked up at the ceiling.

You knew it would do you no good to try and move your hips at this moment. Steve’s fingers had moved off your clit, letting his hand move to grasp your to cease you digging your nails into him further.  

Bucky pressed a few kisses to your shoulder. “Good girl,” He purred out against your skin. The affirmation caused your walls to flutter around Steve, which in turn caused him to let out a breathy groan as his free hand gripped your hip. They both held you still, your eyes shutting as you tried to calm your breathing.  

The two were letting your once building orgasm ease down to nothing but the feeling of being stuffed full, which you were.  

It felt like in a blink of an eye you were being pulled off of Steve, everything was moving so fast and so slow as you were dazed from the once blinding pleasure to the feeling of nothing.  

After a moment you were being leaned over the arm rest of the couch, skirt flipped up. Each of your arms were resting on the arm rest, and once again Steve was slowly easing himself into your throbbing core.  

One of his hands rested against the small of your back while the other helped him push his cock into you, once he was full inside that hand want to your hips.

Your forehead fell to rest against yours arms, but not for long. Soon two hands were cradling the sides of your head to lift it up. Standing in front was Bucky, and at perfect level of your mouth was his cock, precum leaking out of the slit. He let his right hand tangle into your hair while his left went to pump his cock a few times, biting his bottom lip as he stared down at you.

You already looked fucked out, eyes half closed, cheeks flushed and lips parted. But so eager for whatever these boys would throw at you. In a split second you were pulling his hand off his cock and pulling him closer. Letting go of his hand to wrap your fingers around his cock.

With a devious smirk you ran your thumb across the tip, spreading the precum across the head and starting to pump him. His lips parted with a breath slipping past, stepping closer to you.  

Leaning forward you pressed a kiss to his left hip before licking a stripe up the underside of his member. Your hands were slightly shaky from the pleasure Steve was giving you as he thrusted in and out of you in a slow, teasing pace. You let your lips wrap around Bucky before easing down, pumping what couldn’t fit in your mouth.

You relaxed your throat and took him all in, and once you did that Steve started to pump his cock in and out of you faster, which in turn caused you to moan around Bucky. The noise sent vibrations through him, “Oh, fuck.” Bucky grunted out, letting his hands gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail as he followed the pace Steve was thrusting at.  

One of your hands was holding you up while the other went to rest against Bucky’s thigh, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Steve leaned over and reached his hand around to rub at your clit. Once he did so you pulled off of Bucky to let out a moan and to get air, using your hand that was just on his thigh to now jerk him off.  

“You like being stuffed full like this, don’t you? My cock down your throat and Steve buried in your cunt. Bet you wish we could stay like this, huh?” Bucky spoke huskily once you took him back in your mouth, bobbing your head and hallowing your cheeks. “Oh you know she does, she is gripping me so tight I can barely move.” Steve added with a sharp thrust which made your eyes roll back as he continued to circle your clit with his fingers.

“Fuck, doll- feels so good.” Steve said a moment later, leaning back up. Bucky shifted all your hair to one of his hands before he leaned over to grab the back of Steve’s neck, pulling him close for a heated kiss, both of them fucking you still.

If you died right then and there, you would've been fine with that.  

The two pulled away once the need for air became strong, “Are you close? I bet you are.” The brunette spoke through a moan, all you could do was weakly nod.

“Fuck, Bucky, you should cum on her tits.” Steve groaned out with a nod, thrusting faster into you. The thought only made Bucky nod as he pulled out of you, continuing to pump his cock. Steve pulled you up to your knees, one arm wrapping around your hips and the other never stopping its attack on your throbbing bundle of nerves.  

Bucky took a step closer to the couch, his eyes trained on your face. Your lips were parted as moans, pants and whimpers continued to spill from your red, saliva coated lips, totally and utterly cock drunk on them. “Oh she’s close, buck.” You heard from behind you, and you were close.

The peak was right there, building and building waiting to snap.  

Steve was pumping in and out at an almost bruising pace, chasing his and your highs. Bucky jerked himself off to the sight of you both, his bottom lip between his teeth.  

The moment you came caused them both to tip over and fall into their own orgasm. Your hand shot out to grasp the back of Steve’s head, head thrown back in bliss while your other hand grabbed his wrist.  

A string of curses and whines came from you as you came around Steve’s cock, the feeling of your velvety silk walls fluttering around him caused him to spill his load into you with a grunt. Watching you and Steve cum sent Bucky over the edge, pumping himself through his orgasm as his load spilled onto your chest.  

Your body shook from the after shocks, Steve shifting to lean back against the couch and pulling you along with him. His softening cock slipped from your folds. Steve was sitting the way he was before with his back against the armrest and you resting in his lap with hooded eyes. Bucky followed along to sit next to you.

It took everything in him not to get hard again as he watched yours and Steve’s mixed spent slip through your cunt.  

Steve swiped his finger through Bucky’s cum that was on your chest, bringing it up to your lips. “Open.” He requested softly, and of course you complied, wrapping your lips around his fingers with a hum. “Good girl.”  

Your eyes shut as your body calmed down, a gentle tingle starting from your toes all the way up to your head slowing itself down. A quiet laugh was heard from Bucky as he leaned against the other arm rest, throwing one arm over the back of the couch. “I think that was much more enjoyable than wrapping presents.” He said happily, which in turn caused Steve to laugh as you rolled your eyes.

“Because you distracted us all, Buck, you get to finish wrapping the presents.” Steve stated with a smirk, his statement caused you to giggle, blinking your eyes open to see Bucky’s reaction which was a surprised face. You shifted on Steve, nuzzling against the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m gonna go start us all a shower and while I'm gone I want you guys to think about my feelings you have hurt.” He joked, standing up and heading off into the direction of your ensuite bathroom.

But he was right, it was much more fun than wrapping all the presents.

tagging some stucky lovers, taglist is open:  @youlightmeupfinn @daddys-minty-princess @stuckybarton​ ​

[technowoah]

DATING HEADCANONs (Young and Dumb and In Love)

Spidey Version

An// this is a new thing for me! I've never written for Marvel characters before, but I love Marvel so imma start writing for them 🥰 but Im still gonna write for the dsmp ofc!

Also idk which spidey to write for so just assume its either of the three ig 😭 hopefully this is okay

Beginning of the relationship

He was quite shy in the beginning. He didn't want to reveal too much about himself to you because some people knew about Spiderman but he didn't want to tell you first meeting of course.

He wants to keep Peter Parker and Spiderman seperate Identities. So he couldn't give you all of him, so he decided to give you Peter Parker. The dorky, smart, (some may even call him a cornball) charismatic boy from Queens

He takes you out on cute dates during the day. Like going to the bookstore, riding the subway to random places and getting things to eat, hanging out in his bedroom, biking in the park, normal dates but they were endearing nonetheless. And he managed to always get you flowers until you told him to stop because it was too much.

He was good at hiding Spiderman until he saved you one day from some attack (he deals with bad guys all the time he cant even remember) and he called out your name.

"Y/n! Are you okay?!"

"How do you know my name?"

"Shit"

After that you told him about the time Spiderman said your name and he played it off. It wasnt smooth but you didnt think anything of it.

Sorry im making this a scenario, but he tries to keep you out of his Spiderman life as much as possible. But he feels guilty not telling you about Spiderman. He hates it but its to keep you safe.

One day he'll tell you and you immediately accept that he is Spiderman. It all clicks for you as well. Why he was late and out of breath to some dates. How he sounded like he was flying when you two were on the phone. And he he had to ditch sometimes. There was an explosion down the block from where you two were having a date and he said "I gotta go" and left you alone.

He's actually surpised that you still accept him and still love him even after all the times he ditched you and kept this big of a secret from you.

After admitting he is Spidey everything goes back to normal really. Nothing out of pocket except dates get more interesting and he becomes more confident around you and with you. He is more comfortable too he knows you wont leave him because of Spiderman, but he wont blame you if you did.

Okay heres some actual dating headcanons below

Hes so kind maybe too kind. He'll bend over backwards for you and his friends. If you need something done, he's already done it, if you need to get food, he already got some pizza and is swinging to your house now.

He loves swinging you around town. If you dont like it then he'll just web up a hammock and you two could relax outside of his apartment. Quality time is his love language. He could be walking hand in hand through time square with you and he'll be in heaven.

He is kinda weary on physical touch. He'll need to get use to it. Then it'll be thigh touches, cheek kisses, kisses, hugs (he loves just wrapping his arms around you and keeping you close) hugs are always a must. Hello and goodbye kisses are needed and everytime he goes out for spiderman he'll give you a kiss no matter what. Okay so Quality time and physical touch.

Just laying in bed talking about your day, in the afternoon, your day barely ended you two just want to have an excuse to spend time together. Sometimes you both stare at eachother just taking in eachothers appearance. People find it weird, you guys do too, but it just happens. You guys start talking about something then you guys are just staring at eachother like lovesick idots.

Peter will tell you anything, he trusts you so much that he spends nights on the phone talking to you, about Spiderman, about his fears, his hopes and dreams. He encourages you to do the same with him, he kept the secret of Spiderman for so long he, can keep your secrets and he dare not tells anyone.

Peter is a romantic guy. He will take you out to a fancy date and go dancing afterwards. Dancing where? In his apartment using the speaker he recently brought. Its small but really thoughtful and that makes your heart flutter.

"Isn't this romantic?"

"Dancing in the middle of your living room?" You leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Of course it is."

You met Aunt May and it was wonderful. Peter would say it was the best moment of his life.

You also met his friends. It wasn't as akward as he thought it was going to be but he is grateful that you accepted his friends and they accepted you.

He is really overjoyed that you are apart of his life now. No matter how long you teo stay together you will leave such a impression on his life.

Btw he's already planning a wedding. You caught him looking at venues one day when you two were lounging around in bed. He wants you to pick out your outfit so you guys can get married as quickly as possible. He also picked out a honeymoon spot as well.

If he could swing you around the world he would.

"I can show you the world!"

"Peter this is Coney Island..."

Walking hand in hand is a must. Pda is accepted in all forms. Arm around the waist, shoulder, hand in hand. You guys are that annoying cute couple everyone wished they would be like, but hates how cute they are.

You guys dont fight often cause there isn't that much to fight about. You're concerned about his safety of course, but when he shows up at your window slightly brusied and in need of cuddles you know he'll always find his way back home to you.

get it back home....okay

But he sincerely cares about your safety. Now you have a target on your back because you're with Spiderman. So he tries to be Peter Parker around you instead of Spidey, but he cant help swinging around following you just so he knows you got home safely or you didnt miss your train.

If a bad guy tries to come near you, you bet your ass that Peter is already on it. He's got a plan for everything and where to lead the guy in relation to where you are. If you're at home, he leads him down the block away from your house. If you're at the park, he's gonna take care of them right then and there, If you're in the subway, he's gonna figure out a plan on the fly.

Sometimes he'll get playfully offended when you sing those breakup songs infront of him. Peter got "offended" when you played I Hate U by SZA.

"Do you actually think that way about me y/n?"

"Pete its just a song of course I dont think that."

"Then why is it in your playlist?"

"Its catchy!"

"We're breaking up."

I wanted to write for all 3 Peters but he mentioned that he worked with the Avengers and you always mention meeting the Avengers. Peter wouldn't want to bring you that deep into his superhero life so he'll just take seperate selfies with the Avengers then send them to you.

You two are both goofballs when you two are together. You two can be dancing like no one is watching, acting like you both are 4 years younger. Love makes you feel youthful. On a home date night it consists of trying to make dinner, singing to the radio, making out on his couch, playing video/board games, making out in the kitchen, dinner being an absolute failure and then ordering takeout.

Peter made sure he knows most of your habbits, like whats your favorite snack, favorite tv show, favorite movie, what gets you excited, what makes you happy, sad, annyoed, there has to be some sort of spidey thing for memory because he remembers everything. This goes along with Peter trying to be the "perfect boyfriend". He told you this one pillowtalk night that he wanted to be the perfect boyfriend for you and you reassured him multiple times that he is perfect the way he is. There is no such thing as a perfect couple. To Peter you are perfect for him though.

Peter loves cuddling you and I feel like I haven't elaborated on that. He thrives off of physical touch. He loves laying his head on your lap and vice versa. Play with his hair and he'll melt. He loves massages and he really needs them this boy is tense. Laying ontop of eachother while exchanging kisses, back rubs and just falling asleep on eachother as well.

Also Peter just does your school work for you sometimes. He usually helps you, but he'll just take your papers or computer and do both yours and his homework just because. You're very capable of doing it yourself...sometimes.. but he's just being helpful and lifting some weight off of your shoulders.

One day you caught him working out to Doja Cat and you never let him live it down. Pete says he just likes the beat of the music, but you both know that isnt true.

You end up healing his wounds 80% of the time you two are together. Its either when he wants you to patch him up or you find out that hes hiding bruises and scratches from you and you end up having to force him to sit down and let you work on him. He feels somewhat guilty that you have to preform first aid on him, but then again he is grateful that you are willing to do so.

You're with Peter alot so you know when he struggles. Being Spiderman has to be alot on your mental health and through thick and thin you are always there for him. He never thought that something as strong as this love you have for him would be present in his life and he is forever grateful to the universe that it gave you to him.

Peter always has a shoulder to rely on when with you. He knows he still has some growing to do and he knows that you'll be there to grow with him. He compares you two as two roses growing in a garden and developing their thorns so that the outside forces that are against them could never touch them and diminish their beauty.

You both grow together and its never one over the other. Another's priorities are neither more or less than the others. You both take eachother very seriously. You both would do anything for eachother mentally, or physically. The love you two have is blinding and you both hope the light doesn't go out so soon.

[absolutelyfizzing]

little dove

loki x reader

description - Loki acted so caring around you, more so than anyone else in his life. He loved to take care of you, especially when you had a long day, and he got teased by some of the team for it.

warnings - fem reader, cute loki and pet names, implications of gender fluid loki?, reader gets picked up, slight implications of a nsfw theme the night before

word count - 1900

A/N - this is a pretty plotless blurb but i just love this man, i have been obsessed with the new series and just wanted to write anything about him. i will inevitably be writing for him more so please end me now. there are no spoilers for the new series and it takes place in an AU after new york but pretty much otherwise out of timeline. all the avengers live at the compound together, endgame didnt happen and no i wont talk about it.

MASTERLIST

Loki was not someone who was overly friendly. To most of the people in the compound, he was courteous at best. That rule, however, was bent occasionally. The only exceptions were you and his brother (some of the time). He had been smitten with you the moment he saw you though he would never admit it. You were bubbly and light and the exact opposite of him. You were so friendly and kind that it almost made him want to be the same.

You were kind to him, which he was shocked by. Most of the people in the compound tolerated him but they were never caught being too nice. You, on the other hand, were friendly to him the day you met him.

You weren't an Avenger, you weren't really even a fighter. You were a genius in the medical field as well as the unofficial caretaker of everyone on the team. You made sure that they all ate, they didn't overwork themselves, that they were getting enough sleep every night because they were your closest friends. Everyone listened to you. You had this power over them all that they just wanted to make sure you were happy and that meant they wanted to do what you asked of them. They tried their best to take care of you as well.

When you met Loki and were very nice to him, he expected some ulterior motive. He assumed that there was something you wanted or that you would gain his trust and then humiliate him later. So he kept his guard up. This was proved wrong over the months to come. He noticed that you were that kind to everyone and you were just happy to be around other people. He let you in over time.

You became the only person who he opened up to, even more than his brother. You would keep him company even when he lashed out at others and when he was filled with guilt. You forgave him for his past without question and opened up to him as well. It took probably 3 months for Loki to realize that he was in love with you.

He couldn't believe himself. In love with a midgardian? What was he thinking?

But it was undeniable and uncontrollable. He just couldn't help himself. You would read to him and watch movies with him. You would braid his hair when he was stressed and would teach him how to cook when he asked. You were just everything to him. It took him a long time to confess. He was terrified that you would reject him. You could have had anyone you wanted, why would you choose him?

When he did confess, you were thrilled and he couldn't believe it. You kissed him and he thought he could die happy right then and there. He had never felt this much love for anyone besides his mother.

You continued to break his walls down and he fell deeper in love with you every day. He didn't, however, change his behavior towards others very much. He had grown closer to the team, having regained some trust from them all. He was no longer aggressive and he tried very hard not to lash out. Most of that was out of his own desire to be trusted. He realized that he was going to have to make his life work to remain with you and he slowly learned that most of the people in the compound weren't actually as awful as he might have originally guessed. That didn't mean that his personality changed toward them though. He was still slightly cold and short. He wouldn't smile too much and he was what some might call grumpy most of the time.

That only changed around you and everyone noticed. Loki got teased for it constantly and he couldn't care less. He just wanted to make you happy and he had no regard for what anyone thought of your relationship.

He was waiting patiently in the common area of the compound on the couch. Steve and Rhodey were sat on the couch watching something that Loki didn't recognize or care for, it was some kind of reality TV. When he heard the elevator door open he looked toward the door and you were walking towards him. A grin spread over his face and his posture relaxed. He could hear the men on the couch scoff at his sudden change in demeanor. When you got close to him he picked you up and pulled you to straddle his hips on his lap and immediately began kissing all over you. You buried your face in his chest and he kissed your hair.

"How are you, my love?" He mumbled sweetly and you hummed. "Long day?" he questioned and you nodded in affirmation. "Lets go get you some food then, yes?" He asked lightly and you hummed happily. He picked you up and you clung to him, arms and legs wrapping around him. He carried you with ease toward the kitchen. It shocked you sometimes how much he could lift and how easily he lifted you but you had to remind yourself that he was indeed a god.

"How come you never treat us that way?" Rhodey called from the couch and Loki grumbled a bit.

"Oh I'm sorry did you want me to pick you up and make you some tea?" He asked sarcastically and you giggled from where your face was pressed into his chest. He smiled at the fact that he had gotten you to laugh and he set you on the countertop. He tried to pull away to make you some food but you did not let him leave you, still holding on to the front of the shirt that he was wearing. "Do you want to talk about your day?" He asked sweetly, kissing your forehead lightly. You gazed up at him lovingly and his heart skipped a beat.

"I'm just tired. People are annoying and I didn't exactly sleep much last night." You winked at the last part. He smirked at your comment.

"I'm sorry, my love. I was under the impression that you enjoyed what we did last night but I would be happy to give you plenty of time to sleep tonight if that's what you would prefer." he teased and you punched him lightly in the chest.

"Okay fine you're right, I like getting kept up." You confessed. You paused for a moment and his eyes remained on you as he waited patiently for you to continue. "I was mistaken for an intern again today. You would think that after over a year of working here that people would recognize my name and my work but today there were some new investors walking through the facility. When they came to look at my work they started to talk to one of my coworkers and then turned to me to ask me to get them a coffee order while they waited for the doctor to arrive." You grumbled, your mood now sour at the memory. Loki frowned and he felt his anger begin to take shape inside of him. His eyes flashed green for a moment.

"Would you like me to go and teach them a lesson? Perhaps just to mildly terrify them?" he asked, fully serious. That cheered you up plenty and you chuckled. Loki knew that you were laughing because of the absurdity of his statement and the fact that he was dead serious but he was just happy to see you smile again. "I will never understand the midgardian obsession with gender roles. Though I suppose my own identity is more fluid than most asgardians as well." He confessed and you brought your hand to rest on the side of his face. He leaned his head into your hand as he beamed at you. You loved when he compared his home to yours. It reminded you just how powerful he was and that he still chose to spend his days with you. There was suddenly a flash of green before he held his hand out to you, now holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. When you gasped and moved to grab them he slipped from your grasp to move towards the refrigerator.

"Hey that's not fair, you tricked me." You pouted at him, now grumbling that you couldn't hold him anymore.

"Little dove, I cannot make you food when you hold onto me. When I am finished cooking then you can stay with me for as long as you would like." He promised and you nodded solemnly. He quickly pressed another kiss to your cheek before moving around the kitchen to prepare you waffles as he often did when you were having a long day. You observed the beautiful flowers in your hand and watched him as he moved around the kitchen, a million times more comfortable than he had been when he first moved into the compound. You talked contentedly with the people passing by as well as the man who was diligently trying to improve your mood. Occasionally one of the other team members would walk by and laugh a bit at how caring he was acting toward you, all of them just happy you were content though. Eventually Thor stopped by while Loki put some batter into the waffle iron and sliced some fruit.

"You know, this is the happiest I have ever seen him." He stated simply, a smile in is voice.

"It's the happiest I've been too." You responded with a small grin.

"The last time I saw him open up to someone the way that he opens up to you was on Asgard with our mother. She would be happy to see him being so vulnerable again." He patted your back and walked away as tears started to come to your eyes. The brothers would talk of their mother sometimes and Loki often mention the fact that he believed she would have loved you, if not for your own personality then for what you did for her son. You wished that you could meet her.

You were suddenly taken out of your thoughts by someone handing you a plate of waffles and sliced up fruit with a little container of syrup on the side. You looked up at Loki and nearly cried right there. You put the plate aside for a moment to reach out and pull him into a crushing hug. He was a bit startled but responded quickly, a hand going to the back of your head and his fingers brushing through your hair soothingly.

"Did something happen, my love?" He asked softly and you sniffled a bit.

"Just love you and I'm very thankful for everything you do for me." You got out and he affirmed to himself that he would die for you in an instant.

"I love you too, darling, but I slaved away at those waffles and now they are getting cold." He teased and he kissed your hair gently. You took a deep breath before pulling away, looking up at him with love. You smiled and then hopped off of the counter. He walked with you over to the dining table where he sat next to you and serenely waited as you ate, the food lifting your spirits a bit and easing your anxiety of the day. You planned on spending the rest of it with the man next to you as well as every day after that.

[bentosandbox]

hoshi headcannons GIMMIE [pwease im starving]

woah how did you know i had some (more) bubbling in my head recently after reading the mh collab (not that she appears in it :( but…yato does) also perfect timing since hoshi module Y is about to drop just dropped on EN

read it NOW!!!!

ok so . shes basically like an old salaryman to me just look at that bow (salute emoji) and with all the salarymen traits that come with that like terrible work life balance(well they are all office workers so. all have this but shes like, THE salaryman you know) nomikai addict (kind of real) and a super yes-man except..nobody dares to even make her do something she wouldn't do herself, and not out of fear(well maybe a little for some) but out of respect (probably saved every officer at least once), and being a senior (since she's been with the lgd since day 0) she could technically treat people like they're beneath her (true) but instead she goes super formal-mode the gapmoe(?) is so endearing its like . suddenly thought of the mc from vinland saga whos like ^_^ im so harmless i wont harm anyone (havent not caught up with it for very long though idk if it's still like that)

she likes to (Module X spoilers I guess) idk roleplay being a pushover??? in that story she tl;dr comes to the rescue of a colleague who is like 'ty oni-sis but you should just leave me here 🥹 and she's like (tanks like a champ getting her ID card cracked in the process module.jpg) and goes 'haha sorry that request is a bit too hard why not i uhh help you apply for a bonus instead' it was here i was like ok hoshichen (in that order) is dead to me she would never yaoitop chen !!!!!!!!!!!!!! basically could be left.jpg but is right.png most of the time

she's old… but how old?? I guess touhou type of old…? the other two are like kids to her at times, maybe sometimes she does an old man act to get them to stop quarrelling like sitting at the window and with a coffee and reading something and telling them 'ok im just going to sit here until you two sort it out ok take your time' (they instantly stop)

her and chen: i think i mentioned this somewhere before but chen = wuxia protag hoshi = her mentor (in some capacities since technically wei was her [absent] mentor) she has all the qualities you would want except like in standard mentor fashion, a little conservative (i really do like this…flaw? because to be content with how the LGD operates, it makes you wonder how things were like before…)

her and swire… i like to think sometimes swire brings That Day up and hoshi is just ^_^ i see! and then after chen is gone maybe swire has some difficulty cleaning up the mess and at times takes out the badge to have a 'what would mysterious officer x do' moment and one time hoshi catches her doing that and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh omg forgot what i wanted to write here

her and lin: man…………….they didn't seem that hot in ch7 but man the potential interactions of an ex-underworld lackey and current underworld heir where is my food hg where are the ingredients i will cook the food myself but i need the ingredients to start with that one interaction was not enough

(quick spoiler warning for monhun collab) basically only the el gatos and rathalos got isekaid so the village is all higashinese and not like a MH village so you get sprinkles of higashi lore

i bring monhun collab up because yato and noir used to be an assassins but they quit da life and yato mentions 'killing your own kind', talks about her last hit she flaked out on but that that another assassin simply killed the mother and daughter duo she was supposed to kill so i was like damn what if hoshiguma also…?? (they are all oni and we all know she's ex-yakuza) or what if… she was the one that had to do yato's job, the hoshi/yato yaoi would be UNREAL but i dont think HG has the guts

also she and yato are ace because uhhhhhh i said so my rhodes my rules no joke i had wanted to do a hoshiguma dating sim for this year's april fools (with a bunch of other ops too but she would be the 'main' route even though there's no 'good' end) but then uhhh time issue anyway don't forget to set the LGD trio's voices to cantonese

[fruggo]

I’m not gonna lie this would be the first time I requested something so if I do something wrong I’m really sorry,

Can I request Quentin, Leon, Steve, and Frank meeting a female reader who, before the entity took her, had already faced off her own killer?

And this made her kinda tough? Like she knows what she’s doing

oh my gosh thank you so much!! this is my first ever request to fulfill so we’re in this together :DD seriously i really appreciate you!

i decided to do a headcanon kind of format for this, i hope that’s okay! also these are my absolute favorite boys aaahhh this is so fun for a first request

the boys x tough f!reader (part 1) (part 2)

warnings: swearing, reader kicks frank in the shins

word count: ~700-1k each (sorry if it’s too long…i kind of got really excited and uhhh maybe i got carried away,, yeah. sorry)

(also i'll be honest quentin's is not my best. that was the one that got eaten by the tumblr abyss and i had to write all over again, and it just didn't come out the same way that i wanted it to at first :( i did the other boys hoping i'd get some inspiration to fix it afterwards, but i got kind of stuck. so it's not my favorite, but i hope you like it okay! i want to write better stuff for quentin in the future, he is my favorite sleepy boy <3)

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

when you arrived in the realm, everyone thought you would be the same as the others—frightened, confused, and overwhelmed. but you took this nightmarish challenge in stride, adapting to your surroundings quickly and learning far faster than anybody else had.

your past experiences had made you independent and sometimes distrustful, so once you had the gist of things, you didn’t need (or want) anybody to tell you what to do. and nobody was inclined to, either—your instincts naturally told you what to do and when.

the first time you met quentin was a little awkward, i wont lie. you were wary of speaking to the other survivors; you weren’t going to let yourself get hurt again.

it was the beginning of a trial. the nurse’s fatigued shrills could be heard all the way from the edge of the wrecker’s yard, but you immediately started work on a generator, unafraid. a few minutes passed, when soft footsteps indicated someone’s approach. it was quentin—he started to work on the wires without hesitation.

you were a little surprised, only because the other survivors usually left you to your own devices. you got the impression that maybe they were intimidated by you, which you didn’t particularly mind. but you wouldn’t particularly mind some company now and then, either.

it was comfortably silent for a while, before quentin spoke up.

“what’s your name?” he asked, gaze still focused on the wires.

hesitating a little, you told him. then you said, “and you’re quentin, right?” you already knew most everybody’s name just from observation.

“that i am,” he replied.

then it was quiet for a while.

very quiet.

well, what were you supposed to say now?

the silence was deafening and very, very uncomfortable to you. normally you were okay with a quiet atmosphere, but it was the kind of silence that buzzed in your ears, chewed at your stomach, filled the area as if it were something solid. man, what were you supposed to say—

it was then that you realized poor quentin had fallen asleep, his face smooshed onto the generator. his cheek was now covered in grease and grime.

it made you smile—only a little. you finished repairing the generator on your own, causing quentin to wake with a start and bang his head on the pole protruding from the machine. he swore like a sailor until he realized where he was, smiling sheepishly.

“sorry, i wanted you to have your nap. you looked really tired,” you said. you also couldn’t stop admiring the dark grease on his face—it was really quite funny. and no, you weren’t going to say anything about it. it could stay there a little longer.

you spent the rest of the trial running the nurse around the whole wrecker’s yard, only suffering one injury until the end. quentin had no idea how you had been here for such little time and already knew how to outplay the nurse, one of the most difficult killers to survive against. he still didn’t know how to do it well himself, so he was thankful for you.

however, once the exit gates were opened, you found yourself in a bad spot. the nurse had caught you in an empty clearing with nowhere to hide or predict her moves, and she downed you instantly. quentin cringed hearing your agonized scream as you were hooked.

there was no way you were dying on his watch. once he was sure the nurse was gone, he gently lifted you from the hook, pulling out his medical kit to begin patching up your shoulder.

despite the pain, you had enough energy to smile at him and say, “thanks, nap boy.”

quentin feigned offense with a wry grin, pulling out some gauze. “is that all i’m going to be to you? nap boy?”

you hummed, pretending to be deep in thought. “maybe you won’t be if you get me out of here.”

“that won’t be a problem," he smiled, quirking an eyebrow.

“show me the gates and then we’ll talk, nap boy.”

from then on, quentin became your go-to source for supplies and general comfort. you weren't scared of this place, but it was nice to know you had somebody who would really be there for you.

he would often fall asleep on your shoulder at the campfire--he really was a nap boy, and you would never let him live that down.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

leon could not tear his eyes away from you the first time you arrived in the realm. your presence was strong; he could tell you weren’t one to back away from a fight.

most of the survivors had been (rightly) confused and disoriented when they popped into the realm, but you tried to accept it quickly. you didn’t like it, in fact all you wanted was just to go home, but you came to terms with it and jumped into trials headfirst like an insane person.

that was the courageous part about you—maybe you were scared, but you did scary shit anyways. in fact, you did scary shit to spite the fear, to prove to yourself that you were strong enough to overcome it.

and leon couldn’t lie, that was cool as hell.

you had tunnel vision and didn’t pay much notice to the other survivors; you were too focused on learning about this place and getting out of trials. having gone through some real shit, being here hardly came as a surprise to you. if you were going to be here forever, what was the point in mourning? might as well just accept it and try your hardest to survive. maybe someday this sick game would end, but for now, you were prepared to fight for your life and that’s all you could really focus on.

your first trial was not the best. even though you were resourceful, you didn’t know what the objective was yet, so you weren’t sure where to start other than analyzing your surroundings. luckily for you, leon kennedy was one of your teammates.

after being downed immediately by bubba’s chainsaw and tossed onto a hook, you were amazingly resilient to the pain. leon was the one to lift you from the hook, and he took out his medkit to help patch your wound, but you flinched away from him before he could touch you.

he was puzzled. “what’s wrong?” he asked. he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he wanted to help you.

you hesitated and looked him over before mumbling, “i’m fine.” and you tried to stand on your own, beginning to limp away. you didn’t want or need anyone’s help.

leon sighed, following after you. “let me help, that must hurt a lot.”

“i told you, cop, i’m fine. i don’t want your help, okay?”

leon opened his mouth to insist, but decided against it. if you didn’t want his help, then he shouldn’t butt in. that wouldn’t keep him from watching over you, though.

but then leon called after you (perhaps a little smugly), “do you even know what you’re supposed to do?”

begrudgingly, you stopped walking. no, you didn’t know what to do. “i’ll figure it out,” you said over your shoulder. and you would; you had been through enough to survive any situation thrown at you.

but maybe one pointer couldn’t hurt.

“do a generator,” he told you, giving you a cheeky grin when you turned around to look at him. he was lucky he was cute.

the first part of the trial had been rough, but after that first hook you were doing a lot better. you managed to find your own medkit from a chest, and you learned how to fix a few generators. you found it came pretty naturally, and were satisfied that you hadn’t needed anyone’s help (except leon’s. but you didn’t have to admit that yet). when the killer came near, you skillfully avoided him and stayed hidden as much as you could.

you were also pretending that you didn't notice leon hovering near you. he was not very good at being subtle; he was obviously trying to make sure you didn't get hurt. it was cute. you didn't want to ruin his fun, so you didn't say anything about it.

it wasn’t long before the gates were powered and in the process of being opened. you saw a red glowing light in the distance, and assumed that must be your destination. you put all of your remaining energy into sprinting to the exit, adrenaline pumping through your body.

but then there was a heartbeat. a heartbeat so loud it filled your head, splitting your concentration. it wasn’t your own heartbeat--it was the killer’s.

the sound of the cannibal’s chainsaw roared in your ears and pain tore through your body; you collapsed to the ground with a cry of agony. shit, that really hurt, and you weren't sure you could ever get used to it. eternity sure seemed a lot longer than you had first anticipated. would you really be here forever? doing this over and over?

biting your lip until it bled, you tried to crawl towards the gate, dragging the lower half of your body with much difficulty. it was no use, though--you hardly got anywhere, and you could already feel the killer picking you up. just like that, you were going to die? you had been so close..

but as you were being placed on bubba’s shoulder, you saw a flash of a police uniform and a blinding light, and before you knew it, you had been dropped to the ground, the exit gate looking awfully lovely and much more desirable than a meat hook. you gathered all of your strength and began limping forward, when suddenly you felt an arm firmly wrap around your waist and your own was placed around someone else’s shoulder.

leon. when you looked up at him, all he did was give you a calm smile, which you felt inclined to return. with him supporting you, the two of you made it safely to the exit and began the long traipse back to the campfire, where you would find yourself spending a lot of time together.

from then on, you always remained quite unfazed by the events of the entity’s realm—the only thing that ever made you feel weak was being around leon. he was just so cute :]

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

you had never met someone so persistent in your life. from the moment the entity stole you here, steve harrington was after you, and there was next to nothing you could do about it. he sure was living up to his self-proclaimed role of babysitter.

you told him you were fine, that you didn’t need him following you around, but the asshole did it anyways.

“how cool do you think you are?” you asked him at some point, to which he simply shrugged with that stupid grin on his lips.

“i can take care of myself.” “i really don’t need you to baby me, steve.” “steve, if you don’t leave me alone i’m going to break your kneecaps.” these were all things that had come from your mouth multiple times recently. you were seriously thinking about that last one now.

you knew you could make it on your own, and you only wished he would give you a chance to prove that to him so he would leave you alone. but it was like he had attached himself to your hip, and for some reason the entity seemed to really enjoy putting you in trials with him. great.

he was a dumbass and a sweetheart, and you weren’t sure which one of those took higher priority. you knew he only meant well, but god, you wanted to be independent for once. why did he think he had to protect you so much? you arrived here after running for your fucking life, fighting off your long-time pursuer, and living in awful, ever-changing conditions. you had seen your closest friends die, right before your eyes. you didn’t need to be sheltered or coddled, but you couldn’t seem to make steve understand that, no matter how much you fought with him.

steve would literally throw himself in front of the killer for you. he clicked his flashlight in the killer’s face if they were after you, and he would swear and cuss until they chased him out of pure annoyance. it got him killed countless times, and you didn’t know whether to call him stupid or selfless. probably both.

eventually you decided to just copy him and see how it worked out. you weren’t scared, you had no reason to be. you wanted to show him you could be just as flashy as him.

as you arrived into a trial, steve right across from you (of course), you smiled to yourself. you had brought your best flashlight, and you were prepared to use it. the two of you began to work on a generator together, making light conversation as usual.

“if the killer comes here, hide. i’ll take him away.” “fuck you, steve harrington.” “sure, if you really want to.” “why don’t you ever leave me alone?” “it’s a mystery, isn’t it?” “i could punch you right now.” “but you won’t. i’m too good to look at.”

you know, the usual friendly stuff.

you purposefully connected the wrong wires, making the generator spark and sputter. “oops. oh no, the killer must be on their way,” you dead-panned. steve gave you an unamused look.

and indeed, only a few moments later, you heard the sound of the hillbilly and his chainsaw roaring in your direction. the two of you split up, and the killer’s weapon collided with the generator, making an awful screeching sound.

and that was when the chaos started.

steve began hollering and flicking his flashlight into the sky as usual, and after a moment’s hesitation, you did the same. steve looked at you in astonishment, pausing, but then he started again, even louder. you tried to outdo him.

“HEY BILLY! FUCK YOU!” you screamed, ignoring steve’s attempts to get you to stop. “COME AFTER ME, SHITHEAD!”

steve started actually yelling, just yelling, while you continued to swear meaninglessly. the poor hillbilly looked confused and overwhelmed, and eventually he couldn’t take the noise anymore--he just left, opting to find the other survivors while the two of you sorted out whatever it is you obviously had against each other.

it was dead silent now that the killer was gone, and you and steve were both out of breath. but as soon as you made eye contact, laughter bubbled up from your chest, causing you to collapse against the tree and slide to the ground. your voice was hoarse from all the screaming.

and then he was laughing too, stumbling over to plop down next to you, and your giggling started up a whole new round.

after the laughter died down, you stared at your hands, ignoring steve’s gaze on the side of your face until you couldn’t anymore.

“what?” you asked, finally looking at him. he was smiling all stupid again. “what?” you insisted, fighting off a grin of your own. you hated when he looked at you like that, because it made you want to smile back at him.

“nothing,” he said coyly, laughing again. you punched his shoulder playfully.

“c’mon harrington, when have you ever held your tongue before? spit it out.”

he nodded, that was true. so he said it. “i just like you, that’s all.”

oh. oh.

realization dawned upon your face. “is that why you always--”

“yes,” he interrupted you. “i thought it was obvious. man, you’re clueless sometimes.”

oh.

huh.

you guessed…maybe…steve harrington wasn’t that annoying. maybe.

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

to say you were feisty was an understatement. frank hated your guts at first because you were so good at evading him, which he would never admit. but the thing that made him really mad was that if he ever downed you, you would kick at him and try to trip him over, like actually bruise his shins. it hurt like hell.

this lead to his decision to constantly tunnel you, and he would laugh at you while you were on the hook, too. so you hated his guts just as much as he did yours. it was a mutual guts-hating situation.

your teammates always felt bad for you, but they also thought you were a badass and knew you could handle yourself. you hadn’t told anybody where you’d come from or what had happened to you, but they knew it was something interesting. there was a reason that nothing that happened here really got to you.

sometimes things escalated even further than shin-kicking. there was one time where frank had managed to grab the back of your shirt as you tried to vault a window, and as he pulled you closer to himself, you elbowed him in the neck and squirmed out of his grasp. while he stood stunned and lost for breath, you kicked the back of his locked knee so that he fell to the ground and bonked his forehead on the wall—the classic dead leg.

this was very funny to you.

not to him.

while you ran away, laughing to yourself, frank’s anger built and built. he was tired of letting you make a fool of him, and it was time to be serious about things.

he ignored you for the rest of the trial, forming a plan in his mind. there was something he needed to do after this, so he made sure to kill everybody else to please the entity—he couldn’t get caught up, it would derail his anger train. he also didn’t feel like getting kicked in the balls or some shit, so he let you out without a problem.

frank did some brooding at the ormond lodge before he was ready to go through with his plan. and his shins really, really hurt, so susie helped him ice them before he left.

the masked killer made his way to the survivor camp rather hastily. when he arrived, he saw you pacing around, deep in thought.

so he threw a rock at you.

it was just a pebble, really. maybe it could be considered a rather large pebble, but frank insisted in his mind that it was a pebble.

“ow, what the fuck!” you cursed, rubbing your sore shoulder and looking around to find the culprit. and then your eyes laid on him.

he looked so sultry standing there at the edge of the woods, arms crossed and mask smiling, you could almost laugh at him. he acted so serious, when really, he was just an angry and misbehaving twink.

you put on your best serious face, genuinely trying not to be amused by this, and strode over to the killer.

“what do you want?” you asked confidently, mirroring his body language and crossing your arms.

frank bristled at your approach, as if trying to make himself look bigger. he wished you were scared of him like everyone else, it would really make him feel better.

“i want a truce,” he said.

you almost burst into laughter at that. a truce? what the fuck for?

he said was willing to stop tunneling and camping you if you stopped beating the shit out of him with your sticky little hands. he didn’t say it like that, but you knew that was what he meant. you, a survivor, could beat up frank, a killer, and it upset him and his little ego :(

just to humor him, you agreed. and frank nodded.

“but,” you continued, raising your eyebrows, “you have to give me something else.”

he started to say “no, no way—“ but you interrupted him: “you’re asking me to stop fighting for myself and just give in when you catch me. i think i deserve something other than just not being tunnelled.”

frank glared at you under his mask, thankful that you couldn’t see. “okay. whatever. what do you want?”

“i want to see your face.” you thought this was a good choice, something you could lord over him forever. it was surely only a win for you. his face was something private, and you would be the only survivor to know.

of course you wanted to see his face, frank thought. everyone did; they wanted to find out if he was good-looking. which, according to him, he was. if you ever asked the other members of the legion, susie was the only one to actually respond. she felt obligated to compliment him as she was basically his sister. so she would say frank is handsome in a ruggedy, jess mariano kind of way. you wondered how she knew what gilmore girls was, since that came after her time, but susie would never give away her secret.

so with a sigh, frank agreed to let you see his face. he didn’t really care, all he wanted was to stop having bruises on his shins. it was kind of miserable, and the entity never did anything to help him.

when he said that you couldn’t do it here, and you asked why the fuck not, he said it was because some other survivor might see. you decided he had a fair point, so reluctantly you let him drag you all the way to ormond.

when he took off his mask, your first thought, whether you wanted it to be or not, was “wow! he really does look like jess mariano! but with tattoos! hot!”

you were lost for words. you didn’t really know what you were expecting, but you sure weren’t expecting him to be that attractive.

he could tell your thoughts from the look on your face.

this had been per your request, and you were planning on this being something you could hold over his head, but the situation had turned into something that he could hold over your head.

oh dear. frank morrison now held pretty boy privilege over you.

and soon you would find out that he was going to keep tunnelling you anyways.

listen i've been watching a lot of gilmore girls and i just get jess vibes from frank, except our boy is more of a twinky idk shdjfhsf i love this guy sm

[sscoutregimentss]

i know we as a collective society believe in gamer! eren supremacy. and yes, this is a good take. however, may i introduce to you: normie/fuckboy/jock eren with gamer/nerd gf. thoughts under the cut (safe for work, pg-13, also slight snk spoilers for season 3 and up!)

see, eren isnt necessarily a fuckboy. in fact, hes very loyal! he doesnt really think that way about any girls or guys except you. but hes popular romantically and had a reputation for sleeping around before he met you (not that theres anything wrong with that but ya know word travels fast across campus). plus, cmon the dude is in a frat, super hot and has a tongue piercing. he cant blame anyone for thinking he is a fuckboy bc he exudes the energy.

you are kind of the complete opposite. you dont really enjoy parties and you keep to yourself. you're a total wreck when it comes to flirting and your kinda oblivious to whenever people like you. you dont have many friends and are a bigger fan of 2d people than 3d.

either way eren finds you so so so cute. he first approached you at one of his frat parties. your roommates convinced you to come after she said that someone (read: connie) had a dance dance revolution mat, but you kinda just stuck around in a corner staring at your cup once you lost them. he looks you up and down-- your outfit was pretty cute, a short plaid orange pleated skirt, dress shirt, orange cardigan and black beret laying neatly upon your head. and your face... he couldn't help himself but try to talk to you. you were really anxious because wahhh scary sports guy you dont know but he was kinda instantly comforting? in a way? and he was freaking pretty. he looked like a final fantasy character--long haired characters were your type. the rest was kind of history.

a lot of people are shocked when they find out your dating bc you two are so different (some people are surprise eren “dates” at all) but no one dares question your relationship when they see how much eren dotes on you. he has so many polaroids of you in his wallet-- from the many arcade dates you bring him on where you decimate him at almost every game, you awkwardly posing in the hentai section of bookstores, or just candids of you being intensely focused on a puzzle in a game. whenever you guys go out to eat and somethings wrong with your meal, he'll send it back (in a polite way, of course, but hes still assertive.) or if you buy like a figurine and its misisng something hes marching up to the cashier stand for you. he always has an arm around your waist or is holding is hand in yours. sometimes you just cling onto his arm and rest your head on it (hes comfy!!!!! and you are always tired) your both pretty clingy, but you get kinda awkward when you two are around people you know so he just kinda subtly holds you as to not make a scene. its nice. hes comfy.

youve got dual monitors, a pc you made yourself, rgb keyboard, the whole nine yards. all your consoles are up to date and you keep a handheld system on you at all times. you spend most your weekends watching anime and movies and tv shows and your shelves are piled high with books and comic books. eren literally does not understand any of it. when you told him you built your pc he goes "you made all those microchippy things? youre soooo smart babe". when you talk about some of your weirder or more complicated animes he nods along but honestly he gets so lost ("so like, lemme get this straight, the kids dad's wife ate his mom?" "yeah but like she was turned into a titan so she didn't realllllly know it was the dads wife, but like she literally walks past this titan shifter so i think she knew." "thats crazy.") and he will never understand the point of otome games when hes literally right there. he actually has a really bad habit of getting jealous of characters you have a crush on but you just find it funny. sometimes he gets an ego boost when they look like him because even if they look like him he is actually real so they can suck it.

hes rlly supportive tho. erens a rlly passionate person and he loves you a lot so he pours a lot of passion into what you do. if you are into esports/fps games hes cheers you on all the time and does all the raging for you ("BABE THAT GUY IS STREAM SNIPING! HES STREAM SNIPING YOU HEY ASSHOLE STOP CHEATING OFF MY GIRLFRIEND" "eren he cant stream snipe me because i dont stream" "oh i thought that just meant cheating"/"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HER?" "eren its okay i can just report him" "NO NO LET ME AT HIM IF HE WANTS TO CALL YOU A BITCH I CAN CALL HIM MUCH WORSE" "um guys im gonna mute my mic for a second if you need me text chat") if youre into cozy games he likes to watch you play and gives you ideas on where to put things. like in minecraft he makes you put a second bed for him even though he doesnt play and he helps you name all your pets. you get a little less intense with cozy games so you sit on his lap and he lets his hair down puts his head on your shoulder and points at where you should place stuff. he still rages though? this is eren jaeger we are talking about. ("aw, she wont move to my island." "WHAT? who does that little ugly squirrel think she is? you think youre too good for MY y/n's island? i'll shave your unibrow off. then we'll see what island will want you" "leave hazel alone! shes cute!"/"dude that hamster guy with the glasses looks like armin" "graham? what? armin doesnt even wear glasses" "no no look at it more" "oh shit youre right") rpgs/otome games are kinda a wild card with how he acts. if its an otome game and the character looks like him he is more into helping you out because it reaffirms to him that you find him good looking but otherwise he is just sulking and calling them annoying ("princess y/n... i know im just a servant, but i want to be with you forever!" "pft. get a load of this guy. clingy much?" "its romantic! youre jealous.")

one of his favorite things to do with you is cuddle and watch anime. usually he lies his face on your thighs or chest while watching and you play with his hair or he holds you in his chest and you play with one of his hands while the other goes behind his head. he grew up on some of the classics like naruto sailor moon one piece pokemon and dbz but he never got super into it until he started dating you. you put him on to soooo many good shows (cartoons, anime, and live action) hes both a crier and he is a get-angrier(?). he gets mad on characters behalfs and you have to pause the show so he can rant about how annoying someone is or he feels so bad for someone so he has to take a minute because hes tearing up. he likes slice of life anime because the friendships <3 theyre so wholesome and they remind him of him armin and mikasa but he also likes shounen because it is entertaining to watch fights. he gets really into them actually. he also has this really bad habit of whenever there is a character with no parents or a dead mom he goes "oh same" or "welcome to the club buddy" under his breath. when theres a cute couple in an anime you both like guys get matching keychains of them unless one of them dies because he thinks its bad luck. his favorite animes are haikyuu, your lie in april and code geass.

you are equally supportive of erens volleyball career. you know all the rules because sports anime and you actually find yourself really liking it in 3d as well (it is lacking in bromance and screaming but you let it slide). you go to all his games and he always texts you before his practices. has a habit of kissing you before games and one day after he kisses you go "gg ez win" as a JOKE but then they like decimate their long time rival marley university and get into nationals (is that a thing for volleyball idk sports) so hes convinced its because you did your "gamer magic". now every time after getting his good luck kiss he interlocks your pinkies and you go "gg ez win" and he goes “yes.” because to this day he doesnt know what it means (he thinks googling it is like breaking the magic)

okay im gonna stop while im ahead BECAUSE I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I MIGHT JUST GO AHEAD AND WRITE SOME ONESHOTS....

[soft-boi-eli]

Mcyts helping a trans masc after top surgry (part 2)

Tw:swearing, mentions of surgry, softness.

Karl

This sweet ass man.

You are just laying on your bed, well sitting really, when he came in.

He had a fuck ton of balloons. And a large box.

Karl seemed like a child on christmas.

Placing the balloons down he handed you the surprisingly light box.

He was gently bouncing as he waited for you to open it.

It shocked you how it even fit in the box.

It was a huge frog bed.

You realized with a pillow you would be able to sleep in it perfectly.

"I knew it was uncomfortable sleeping like that so I got something that should make it a bit more comfortable."-karl

You loved it.

Sadly you couldnt use it till those drains were out though.

He was right though that was definitely more comfortable then laying on a bed only.

He didnt think it through though. And got sad when he wasn't able to fully cuddle you.

But he found out that he could lay on your lap and legs.

You both enjoyed it.

Also he might be a bit squeamish when it came to your chest drains but he was helpful with them.

He helped you clean them and your wounds, he was very, very gentle.

He didnt want to hurt you.

"You know it's ok to do it a little harder. It wont hurt."-(y/n)

"But I dont want to hurt you. I know this doesn't hurt."-karl.

It was sweet. But got kinda annoying sometimes when he couldnt get something off. But he never got angry or frustrated. Just kept very gentle.

I imagine that when he was cleaning your new scars, Jimmy came to see if you got his balloons and if you doing good.

You two were in the living room bowl of warm soapy water, in a large plastic bowl, and karl gently wiping off all of the crust around the scars.

You fell asleep before karl finished and karl was finishing up when jimmy came in.

"Karl. They're alseep."-jimmy

"Yeah but this needs to be cleaned. It doesn't hurt them."-karl

Jimmy and karl literally just sat there till you woke up.

You thanked jimmy for the balloons and thanked karl for helping you clean those wounds.

Karl didnt mind though. Cause this sweet heart cares for you and just wants you to feel better and feel comfortable.

Quackity

He loves you and all but dont expect him to help with the surgical sight.

He'll do everything for you except clean your wounds and drain those drains.

He loves to hug you and kept you warm.

He would stream but you were always behing the green screen so no one would see you.

"Alex. Can you get me to book I left in the living room. I feel like shit still."-(y/n)

He was very quick to get it. And I mean he bolted out got it and brought it in the span of a minute. He gave you a light kiss on the forehead, and whispered.

"Anything for you mi amoir."-quackity.

You gave him a smile.

"Simp."-(y/n)

He gasped offended and looked at you.

"Well only for you though."-quackity.

I imagine as a get well gift quackity would get you something to remind you of him when he streams.

Large duck push.

He knew that his streams could last a long time so he decided it was best if you had a snuggle buddy to help you stay in position.

If the duck got dirty he was cleaned nearly immediately by quackity.

If the duck falls off the bed quackity gently yeets it onto the bed where you can reach.

He might of gotten jealous of the duck a few times. But he seemed to get over it when you went to hugging him instead. Sadly it wasnt that easy to but still none the less you gave him hugs too.

Dont neglect you quack boi.

He needs hugs like you do.

Give them to him. These are the only times you get cuddles. Other then that he is making food, getting you comfy, and fixing your pillows and shit like that.

He is now a maid.

Not sexually though. He just cleans the house, get you things you need, and makes food.

He is helpful.

Just not with the cleaning process of your wounds. And that's fine. He keeps you comfy and that's all that matters.

Also if your cold in the middle of hot ass summer and asking for more blankets he would look at you crazy. Like what the fuck?

But you have them lightly fluttered over you.

He wants you comfy. Even if that means you looking like your boiling alive in the middle of july.

If your happy he's happy. That's how it goes

Badboyhalo

Badboyhalo?

More like dadboyhalo.

He is not going to let you do anything.

Your surgical incisions? He's cleaning them.

Your drains? He's got you.

Your getting alot of soup and smoothies. He even joins in on your so called diet so you wont get jealous about what he has.

Rat is all over you. Sensing the pain you were having and cuddling you completely. Your laps is almost always taken by rat.

Badboyhalo doesn't really care if rat gets alot of attention by you. He just wants you to be comfortable.

But sometimes he gets sad that he cant fully lay with you.

But he enjoys just sitting with you and talking through the nights you cant really sleep.

He gets you a stuffed cat, you use it mainly as a pillow and sometimes hug it when bad is streaming.

"It reminded me of you when I saw it."-bad

Your heart melted.

He loved your reactions to the little sweet gesters he did. It brought him joy to know you were able to relax and trust him at this moment and time.

You get a free swearing pass. He knows you hurt really bad at times but he lightly says language when on stream.

You understood though. He had kids watching too.

You were grumpy one day, bad took rat because of a rat cam stream. And all you wanted was to be warmed up by something else then a blanket.

You were sittinging there looking at bad as he streamed.

You could technically get up and grab rat but he my tell you not to.

So you quietly patted your lap.

Rat immediately seemed to notice and run over to you, jumping onto the bed and laying in your lap.

You felt accomplished and tired so you fell asleep.

Rat leaving made the chat confused but bad explained that you were healing from a surgery.

Chat wished you a good recovery and told bad to go and comfort you. Even though you were asleep.

He tried to explain it but the donations kept yelling at him.

So he ended stream and laid next to you and rat.

This was comfortable.

Eret

Eret, they were a whole 'nother story.

This fabulous being is like a maid service in one.

They have two outfits they wore when you were upset.

A maid outfit and a butler outfit.

You just got home, you were in pain, sitting up and swaddled in blankets and Goose was trying to smother you at this point.

Eret was streaming and you were sitting there in the background, blankets, pain, and goose exsiting.

You didnt know eret was talking about you because you were falling asleep. Eret nor you expected what their followers did.

Her door was bombarded with packages addressed to you. Decorated with words about getting well soon, that they were proud of you, even some saying you were their rolemodle.

Eret decided to have a stream of you opening them.

Let's just say alot of them were food, candies, even foreign food and drinks. Someone made you a homemade blanket in the trans colors.

Best part about that blanket, it was heated.

You were using it immediately as you were freezing.

Eret just chuckled and rubbed your shoulder as you opened them.

Needless to say they are proud of you, happy that you were one huge step closer to who you were.

All they wanted was your happiness.

Niki

She's a sweetheart.

Need I say more?

Well I will because fuck you I can.

Constant cuddles, be it only her head in your lap, it is almost always happening.

When you have to take your pain meds she is instantly on it, do you want soup or a smoothie? You cant decide? She'll make it a surprise.

If you dont live with her then you're staying with her while you are recovering. She doesn't want you alone when you are in pain.

You'll be bedridden until she thinks you're okay.

If she deems you as not fit for doing something she's on it. Drop you glasses for reading/drawing/writing/typing. You bet your ass as soon as she heard that clack and you groan she's picked it up and it's on your lap.

Also makes sure you're good with streaming.

If you say your good with it that day it's a calm stream. There is no lore happening when you're healing everyone was fine with that due to the fact that niki would have to sit out and the lore was with her as well so that couldn't happen.

Will came to visit...

Saw you, took pity, and now you're stuck with two people showering you in affection and comfort.

You saw Wilbur as a brother. And wilbur saw you as his younger brother. So he literally felt the pain when he saw you wince.

Niki thought it was cute and comforted both of you.

Anyways she saw something before your surgery and decided that you needed it.

It would make you feel better.

It made you laugh.

You regretted laughing but loved the hoodie.

It fit so well and it was beautiful, you also were thinking about buying it one day because you could.

But niki beat you to it.

Wilbur didnt stop laughing.

I mean who blames him.

You literally just Yeeted your tits. And niki got you something that said yeet right on top of it.

It worked perfectly.

Also when niki's not cuddling you zuko is.

End of story, you're seriously stuck with cuddles no matter what. Be it from an animal or a human.

Wilbur wont cuddle you more of give you head pats.

Niki normally streamed with you there with her unless lore stream.

So when the second day after your surgery, she had streamed, and you weren't there her chat started asking questions. Wondering if you were good, if something happened.

That's when you raised from your dead sleep, zuko falling off your stomach, shirtless, just to go grab some sock as your toes felt like they would fall off.

Chat seemed relived but started questioning the binder and all that.

Niki explained that you got top surgery and that you were healing still.

"He's looking like he wants to die right now. Are you sure he's fully okay?"-dono

"Yeah I'm good. Just stubbed my toe as well."-you.

Niki was quick to rush over and help you back to the bed.

"Just sit down I'll get you your water hun."-niki

She was quick to fill your bottle up and place it next to you on the table next ot the bed.

She's such a big help not matter what honestly.

She loves you and will do anything for you.

I am sorry this took so long. Just had a very unstable mental state. Also sorry if they seem oc. I'm once more not on a good mental state and have been trying to work on this.

So yeah if I dont post in a bit I'm so sorry just stressing alot. Insomnia is kicking me so hard.

My grandma broke her foot, she's all good though.

And I have taken up most things in my house as I live with both my mother and grandmother still.

But yeah I apologize for the break just gonna try to let myself get better. It might take a bit. It might be quite short I dont know. I just need to get more sleep.

Eli is very tired now. Bye.

[drakenology]

A B C’s with Todoroki Shoto.

hiii! so I got this little idea while leisurely scrolling through bnha smut. idk if this creator is the originator of the trend but I wanna give credit anyways so shout out to @nillabeam​ for inspiring me to drabble on and on about my shoto doin the dirty. 

warnings: smut (obvi so 18+ please), slight daddy kink, all characters are aged up, and some swearing cause I feel like it. 

enjoy my little heathens!

A- Aftercare

Oh don’t be fooled by Todo’s calm and stoic demeanor. He is fucking insatiable in bed. 

But after a long night of ravishing you until you’re drunk on his cock, he’ll run you both a bath to soak your muscles in and relax.

Would help you in and out of the bath as he washed you up, rinsing your back for you. 

He’d leave kisses where he left harsh hickies. 

Would tell you how much he loved you, and gush about how delicate and pretty you were. EEK!!

B- Body Part 

He loved your breasts. 

You would often catch him staring at them as you talked to him, earning a stern look on your face to remind him to pay attention to you.

Would fuck you on your back just to watch them bounce and jiggle around 

He felt like your boobs were always so happy to see him, perking up when he would grab them. 

Would kiss them during sex and loves playing and sucking on them. 

Most of your hickies were all over them 

As for his own body, He really likes how toned and strong his arms got. 

He wants to protect you, so he got stronger so he can beat people up for you if he needed to. aww how sweet. 

C- Cum

He cums all over his favorite part of your body (see B). 

He also likes to cum inside you, cause he’s got a small teeny weeny breeding kink. 

You always cum first.. like it’s mandatory. He simply can’t bring himself to do it knowing you haven’t had your fill. 

When you go down on him thoooooo..

He loved to cum all over your pretty face. He always thought you looked gorgeous painted in his cum. 

He’d kiss your lips after you gave him head if a little bit of his hot cum was still on your mouth. 

D- Dirty Secret

As I said, Todoroki was a stoic and cool person out in public. 

He didn’t appear to be as sexually savant as he is 

but BABY

I’m tellin you, in the bedroom Todo is a beast. 

He really liked being called daddy.

It was something about watching your cute little face twist in pleasure whine and beg for him to fuck you. 

“Address me right, princess.” ASDGFJKF

HUGE daddy kink, da fuqq.

E- Experience 

eh.. some.

He had another girlfriend before you; some girl Endeavor set him up with. She cheated on him. 

but yeah.. my baby knows what he’s doing.

He loved showing you his moves. Watching your amazed and fucked out face was his favorite part of fucking you. 

F- Favorite Position

He loved them all tbh. 

He liked to experiment with a lot of different positions, getting bored pretty quickly.

But his tried and true is missionary.

He got to watch your face react to his every maneuver, kiss your neck to mark you up as his territory as he whispers in your ear sweet praises 

“Good girl, kitten.” “So good for me.” “You feel so good, baby”

Also your luscious breasts were front and center for him to stare at as he pounds you ooooooooo. 

G- Goofy

Yeah soo.. Shoto is a little serious. A little too serious in fact. 

Once when you two were making out he lifted you up, trying to carry you into your room as he bumped your head on the door frame. 

God it was like you were on life support or something

He apologized a million times, blaming himself as if he severely hurt you. 

You just giggle and kiss him in hopes it’ll shut him up and calm his worrying. You knew it was just an accident. 

H- Hair

He kept himself pretty trim, not really liking having a lot of hair on his body, for the exception of his arms and legs. He couldn’t help that he was a hairy guy (I imagine Endeavor being a lil hairy under his hero costume soo genetics?)

I- Intimacy

 he’s such a hopeless romantic it’s adorable.

he dotes on you the whole time, ensuring he’s not hurting you too much 

would kiss you over and over again

wants to you be comfortable at all times. 

in moments like these you’re the only thing that matters. 

J- Jack off

If for whatever reason he’s away, he always calls you. 

“I need you baby, what are you wearing right now?” He’ll ask, no matter if he’s in an important meeting or away on business, if he’s horny he’s horny.

Needs your voice to help him through his orgasm. 

Loves to facetime when he’s away so he can see your face and your body. 

“Yes, god Y/N you’re so perfect. Bend over for me.. yes..” He groaned, sloppily palming away at his length as he comes to his climax.

K- Kink

he’s got a lot sksksns

definitely a fucking dom

loves telling you what to do, always calling the shots in bed most of the time

Loves pet names, “baby girl” “kitten” “princess” 

overstimulates you sometimes just to see you squirm under him, the sick bastard. 

high key a sadist.. he’ll never openly admit to that tho

L- Location 

anywhere, surprisingly. 

If you two were out with friends and he felt an urge to taste you, he’d simply say you two are going to the car to get something, only to start having sex with you in the back seat. 

Fucks you in his office

Fucked you in his childhood bedroom once as a fuck you to his father. haha.

down for whateva.

M- Motivation

one thing that always got him going was you acting coy. Like you don’t know that what you’re doing is turning him on. 

You lean a little more, your blouse unbuttoned so he can see your ample cleavage. 

“What do you mean, Sho?” You bat your eyelashes, smirking at him as you watch his face turn red. 

“Fuck Y/N, don’t be cute. You’ll be sorry when we get home.” He would hiss at you, secretly not wanting you to stop teasing him.

He loved your sexy ass.

N-No 

he hated excessive hitting or pain play.

he was always too scared to hurt you, knowing he could by mistake at any given point. 

he just won’t hit you.. so don’t ask.

O- Oral

he loved sloppy, degrading head from you. 

fucks your throat sometimes, loves hearing you gag. 

when he gives you head though, he’s relentless.

he wont stop until your sobbing, begging him to fill you as he ate you out, shallowly fingering you with one finger to make you.

“Aw.. look at you. So desperate. You want me inside you, kitten?” UGHHH

P- Pace

depends on the situation or what mood he’s in. 

when he’s making love to you, his pace is slow and methodical, wanting to savor the moment

however when you’ve been bad... FUCK

he’s gonna pound you into the mattress until you’re a fucked out mess underneath him, begging him to slow down so you can catch you breath

“Don’t cry now, princess. You had so much mouth earlier.” He would mock you, smirking at your weakened state. Yall I-

Q- Quickies

as much as he loved taking his time with you, quickies were something that were quite vital for you two.

Shoto was always busy with something as he always kept himself occupied to provide for you two. 

Whenever the opportunity arises, you two strike while the iron’s hot

R- Risk 

Shoto likes to explore every aspect of sex, so that leaves for lots of room for exploration.

Finding new spots to touch and lick and suck on. 

He loved taking risks if it meant he got to listen to your sweet moans. 

S- Stamina

uhm.. yes. 

he had a fuck ton, you often cumming multiple times before he did. 

“I hope you’re not tapping out on me. I’m not through with you yet.” He would coo to you, urging you to yet another orgasm. 

he almost felt bad for you, as you twitch and shake overstimulated from his stamina being filled to the goddamn brim. 

T- Toys

he used them on you a lot.

loved little bullet vibrators, they were so handy in helping him send you into a frenzy. 

one night he had made you squirt when he used one on you as he fucked you senseless. 

“Ooh I know you’ve got some more in there for me, kitten. Be a good girl and do that again.” 

he also liked to watch you fuck yourself with a dildo. 

he found it pretty easy to degrade you as he watched you try mimic his thrusts with it. 

“You wish that was me don’t you, kitten? Too bad.” 

U- Unfair 

he totally LOVES teasing you

in public especially, loving to see you flustered and speechless as you try and talk to others. 

“What’s wrong, princess? You seem a little hot.” He’d say, caressing your inner thigh under the table at dinner. 

V- Volume

todo isn’t very loud in bed.

he’ll grunt and groan against your skin has he fucked you 

definitely cussing a lot under his breath and whispering praises or obscenities in your ear as he took you. 

“Ugh..baby. You feel so good.” “You’re mine..all mine.” “Shit, you’re so wet.”

W- Wild Card!!!

todoroki’s favorite memory of one of your ventures was when he had you bent over the kitchen sink. he didn’t think you could cum that hard around him, the feelings almost sending him into his own release.

he loved when you wore dresses to give him easy access to your pussy. 

loved fucking you in them, something about pulling it up to reveal you cheeky little panties made him feral. 

X- X-Ray

todoroki is PACKIN okay? 

i don’t imagine him being extra long, but he had really nice girth

still to this day you’re left speechless when he pulls that glizzy out his boxers. 

Y-Yearning

shoto loves you.. like a lot.

everything you do kinda sends him into a frenzy, wanting you right then and there. 

he wants sex pretty much all the time, I think the only time he’s not horny is when he’s working. 

Z- Zzz

you always fell asleep first, being that shoto wears you the fuck out

he liked to watch you sleep, leaving soft kisses all over your face. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He’d whisper, holding you close as he drifted off to sleep with you. AWWWW 

whew this shit took longer than I thought. hope yall liked this. i’m finally starting to write about more characters other than my baby daddy katsuki. bye!