#also i am literally in bed to go to sleep so i won’t be responding right away mdksjjf

[northern-passage]

genuine question for my fellow trans people:

when you talk about or refer to your younger self, how do you do it? i’m transmasc and personally i kinda alternate between calling my younger self a girl or a kid.

this is for something i’m writing, and i’m really curious to hear some other opinions/perspectives.

[astrolynnworld]

Faded Views

pairing: sub! chris sturniolo x f!reader

summary: your best friend is cross faded at a party and he’s feeling real intimate, will you fold?

warnings: SMUT, language, drug implications, riding, mommy kink, praise, tad bit of oral. minors dni!

a/n: this is my first story guys 🫣 please be nice about it

word count: 1,508

“oh shit” was my only thought when i realized that chris wasn’t by my side anymore. there is a faded chris right now, roaming around this house party.

i was supposed to be keeping an eye on him as a courtesy to nick but i literally lost him. i won’t lie, i am also a little faded right now but not enough to lose chris.

its 1 am and it seems like the party is starting to die down. i search around the house trying to find chris but i can’t seem to find him anywhere.

i check every room, with no luck, but notice that the master room has a balcony. i take my chances and go look there, to no surprise i find chris lurking over the balcony at a pretty view of the city.

“chris?” i call to him

he turns around and breaks out into a smile when he notices it’s me. “hey princess, you found me” he says.

“yeah thank god. why are you hiding from me? do you want nick to kill me?” i ask.

“i would never hide from you beautiful, i just wanted some fresh air.” he tells me

“next time just bring me along thanks.” i respond

“do you see this view?” he changes the topic quickly.

“yes chris. it’s very pretty” i reply sarcastically.

“reminds me of you.” he says back.

“is this high you talking or did you drink a little as well?” i ask laughing.

“i drank a little too.. but i’m serious! i don’t need to be intoxicated to know that you’re absolutely gorgeous.” he replies with a bit of serious tone

i kinda get a bit flustered here because i’ve never even heard chris call me pretty before.

“thank you chris” i say with a smile trying not to look at him as i heat up inside.

i can’t deny that chris is soo hot, i just never think too much about those thoughts because he’s my best friend. but having him in my face calling me beautiful while i’m high asf just really set it in for me.

“don’t look away from me princess” he says as he notices that i’m trying to avert my eye contact

i look back up at him.

“there you go.” he says softly while holding up my chin for me to keep looking at him, “show me those pretty eyes”

i physically feel my heart flutter inside my chest, he’s so seductive and it’s really turning me on. all i can think about is what i would do to this man at this moment. and because of this i start feeling bold.

“i can show you a lot more than my eyes, chris” i state.

“mhm. like what?” he says with his eyes red and half lidded from how high he is

“i can show you how i smell.. how i feel.. how i taste.. would you like that, mister?”

i don’t know where this side of me came from but i can see it on his face that he’s going crazy inside, which is only driving me crazier.

“i would love that actually” he says with a smirk

i start to notice the bulge fully built in his pants. i take him back inside the house to the bedroom that had previously led to the balcony. not caring about who had to sleep there that night, all i knew is that i had a mission.

i pushed chris onto the bed, then quickly covered the balcony windows with the blinds and i locked the bedroom door.

going back to chris i decided to give him a strip tease show. i pulled off my shirt, then turned around as i bent over to take off my pants. he took a heavy breath at the sight of my ass and vagina through the laced thong i was wearing.

i climbed on top of him and passionately kiss his ear down to his neck as i took off his shirt. then, i proceeded to kiss down his chest all the way to his happy trail while i wiggled him out of the sweat pants that he had been wearing.

i straddled back on top of chris and starting kissing him. wet, sloppy, passionate kisses of lust of sensation as i grinded my wet panties on his bulge. we both couldn’t help but moan through the kisses

“you feel so fucking good y/n” he said in a whine as he broke the kiss

“awe say that again for mommy, you’re such a good boy.” i replied in an almost degrading yet praising tone

“fuck. you can’t say that to me” he panted back to me in a whimper

“why? do you not want to be a good boy for mommy?” i reply in that same tone

“of- of course i do mom-nugh- mommy. i want nothing more than to be your- fuck your good boy.” he says in the most submissive tone ever

i could tell the grinding was too much for him. he was about to cum. i had to cut it there

“nooo mommy pleaseee. why’d you stop? i was so close” he responds to my abrupt stop

“that’s not how i wanted you to finish baby” i say as i hop off of him and slide down his boxers to which his hard on springs up.

“fuck” i say at the sight of his dick. i knew it had to be big but i had never imagined how the 9 inch circumcised pink tip dick would actually look like when it was in my face. just drooling with precum, i didnt know if i wanted to suck it or ride it first

“please- please please please touch me mommy. i can’t take it anymore i need to cum” chris spoke while looking up at me staring as his dick

i lick all the precum off first in case i wouldn’t get to taste his cum for the rest of the night. then i hop back on top of the whiny boy and guide him inside of my wet hole.

i sit down slowly on his cock trying so hard to adjust to the size of his member.

“yo- your s- s- so so so fucking tight mommy oh my god this is unreal” chris said as he fell bad onto the bed trying to prove a point that it was too much.

as my hole adjusts to his size, i get comfortable enough to start moving. with each bounce i hear chris let out a fought back breathy moan straight from his chest. it was like he was trying to hold it back and be quiet but he couldn’t

“you don’t have to hold back for me baby, i wanna hear you be loud. i don’t care who can hear” i reassure him

i proceeded to go faster, & bounce harder to make sure that it wasn’t even possible for him to be quiet.

“nugh- fuck fuck fuck m- mommy” he says in a whimpered moan that could be heard through the whole room

“i- i can’t take it anymore. you feel to fucking good. i’m gonna cum. i need to cum mommy please let me cum” he whines again

i ignore at first to see how long he can hold off without my permission

“mommy please mommy, i can’t cum until you say too. please say i can cum” he continues to beg while only whimpering louder.

i’m pretty sure whoever’s still at this party can hear him at this point. but it’s not about them, it’s about how good christopher looks writhing underneath me, begging to cum with no shame about who can hear him or what even even looks like as this whimpering puppy mess.

“yes baby, you can cum. cum in mommy, my love” i permit

he chases his high whole thrusting up into me at the most animalistic pace i have ever seen. the noises coming from him were sounds i haven’t even known the human voice could make, he was so pent up. it’s like he hasn’t came in weeks.

“fuck y/n.. that was so fucking good.” he says

“so you said” i laugh while getting off of him, letting the cum drip out onto his dick.

“that’s so hot.” he calls out as he watches his cum drip from my pussy

“you’re so hot” i reply

he chuckles. “here, lay down real quick while i go get a towel to clean you up with” he insists.

a few moments later he returns with a small wet cloth that he found in one of the bathrooms. he cleans both of us up and helps me put my clothes back on.

“i’m not even the submissive type.” he says like he’s trying to clear the air

“i don’t know, you seem pretty submissive.” i shrug

“i guess i’ll just have to show you what i mean next time ..” he replies trying to sneakily introduce a next time

“next time” i smile

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i had to scrap my original story cause it was taking to long to get to the point 😭 i hope you guys like this tho!! took me an hour

[simplybakugou]

Story Mode 4 | Mystic Academia: Kaminari Denki's Route

⋆ PAIRING: gamer/streamer!kaminari x fem!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: mentions of hospital and stab wound; fluff ⋆ WORD COUNT: 747

A/N: finished this at 1 am again yup yup. only two more parts left AAHHHHHH

NOTE: credits to @eraserhead-transparents for the kaminari cap

Mystic Academia: Kaminari Denki's Route Masterlist

“Y/N! Are you in here?” Sero questioned, barging into Kaminari’s room, not aware of the moment he had just ruined. Sero paused his movements as he took in the scene before him. Your hand was in Kaminari’s and you were sitting awfully close to his bed. Kaminari was leaning towards you. “Wait, did I just walk in on something?”

“You’re an idiot and I should kill you,” Kaminari said through gritted teeth, absolutely seething at how stupid Sero was. “Now get out.”

“Wait! I wanted to say hi to Y/N!” Sero exclaimed, watching as Kaminari got out of bed and started shoving Sero out of his room. “It’s my first time meeting her!”

“I don’t give a fuck. You’ve pissed me off,” Kaminari responded, successfully getting Sero out of the way.

“Bye Y/N!” Sero managed to squeeze in as he waved to you while getting maneuvered out of the way. 

You waved and laughed at the two, amused by how similar they were in the chat rooms and in person. Kaminari closed the curtain again, turning back and walking towards his bed. He sat at the edge of the bed, facing you.

“I guess the responsible thing to do would be to tell you to get home since it’s late…” Kaminari stated with a twinge of disappointment in his voice. 

“Hmm… I could just stay the night.”

Kaminari perked up after hearing that. He wanted nothing more than to spend more time with you. He had finally met the girl he had fallen for after over a week of non-stop messaging. But he knew your safety came before everything else. 

“You’re really making this hard, you know?” Kaminari said, feigning a glare at you in which you smiled in response. “But the party’s tomorrow. It already sucks that I have to be here tonight and leave tomorrow. We can’t have our event coordinator be late, too.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” You sighed, glancing down to your lap as you fidgeted with your fingers. “But I wanna stay here with you.”

Kaminari felt like his heart had burst at that moment. He reached out and grabbed your hand, prompting you to look up at him. “I want you to stay, too. More than anything.”

He gave your hand a small squeeze. “After what happened I can’t let you stay here knowing that freak is out there. That Unknown dude might take advantage of you being here and come after us while we’re sleeping. And I won’t be able to live with myself if anything ever happened to you, Y/N.”

Your heart nearly skipped a beat at his words, so much so that it surprised you. How did Kaminari go from strangers just over a week ago to someone you wanted to be close to so desperately.

Kaminari continued rambling on about being conflicted about sending you home but also wanting to spend time with you. However you weren’t paying attention to a single word coming out of his mouth, practically staring a hole into his face from your intense gaze as you were lost in your thoughts. 

Only a few days ago you felt overwhelmed by how quickly you were developing feelings for Kaminari. And after finding out the gravity of the situation he and Sero were in, you felt a fear instilled in you as you worried about his well being. You desperately wanted him to be okay as you were fidgeting anxiously in the taxi ride to the hospital.

And here he was, acting as happy-go-lucky as always as he was concerning himself with your safety after quite literally being impaled in the same night. 

“Hey are you even listening?” Kaminari questioned, noticing the blank stare on your face. 

“Just shut up.”

“What?”

“I’m not waiting for us to be interrupted again.” Before Kaminari could question what you were going on about, you pulled your hand from his grasp, reaching forward and grabbing his face in your palms as you pulled him towards you. You locked your lips over his, taking Kaminari aback as his eyes widened. After registering your bold action, Kaminari wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down onto his lap. 

At that moment, Kaminari didn’t care about anything else. The hacker, the stalker, and even Unknown who had stabbed him only a few hours ago, none of it mattered. He’d take the pain he went through a thousand times over if it meant being with you.

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[chaos-is-beautifvl]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 - 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’re not sure why you feel the way you do but everything is just so overwhelming. what better way to relieve stress than by going to bug your favorite cocky bastard?

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i’m hoping to post this weekend, possibly earlier, possibly later as i’m also finishing up another fic. (in case you’re interested: link here, it's for bakugou katsuki) also! i made a ko-fi, click here. totally not required, especially not for requests, but i am graduating soon (like 2 weeks from today) and if you’d like to support me outside of liking, reblogging, commenting, etc. there’s a way to do it! (plus i rlly like coffee) again, totally not required, but if you do, i greatly appreciate it! p.s. requests are open, check here! p.s.s. check out my other lip fics, distractions and flowers & other bullshit!

fic here!

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Based on previous experience, you knew that sleep stood no chance against the literal bumping and grinding of your roommate and their partner right outside your room. With a frustrated sigh, you pull yourself out of bed, slipping on a hoodie and sweatpants. At least these clothes don’t feel so suffocating.

You move around your room in the dark to find your shoes. You weren’t sure where you’d kicked them when you came home, hazardously tossing your clothes off so you could dive into bed. You think about turning the light on, but considering the headache begging for stimulus, you decide against it.

You finally come across a pair of shoes - well, correction: slippers. Better than nothing, you think as you slide your feet inside. You bring your hood down over your head, practically shielding your face before leaving your room.

The sounds are even louder as you walk past the couch, and you make a mental note to rearrange the living room the next time you don’t feel like shit.

You practically stomp over to the door, not even caring to be quiet. If your roommate doesn’t give a flying fuck, neither do you. They pause long enough for your roommate to apologize with what you know is another sheepish smile.

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes as you open the door, “fuck both of you.”

You close the door behind you and almost laugh when you remember they were doing just that. You’re not sure which is worse: staying in the apartment with your roommate being extremely loud or having nowhere to go. You think about it for a second when you realize that both are equally as bad.

You’re about to start stressing again when you think of something else, or rather, someone else. As you meander through the apartment hallways, grimacing at every loud noise you encountered, you flip out your phone and text the one person you know won’t disrespect your privacy like your roommate.

- hey, can I come over?

The elevator dings and you pocket your phone, boarding the chute. You grimace at the bright lights and the loud chattering of the two people in the corner. While you realize that they aren’t meaning to be so obnoxious, you heave a sigh, waiting to reach your desired floor.

Just when you think you’ll simply combust if you hear one more hyena-like laugh, the elevator dings once again, and when you sigh this time, it’s in relief.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you check it as you step off, beginning your walk down the hall.

- aww, u missed me, didn’t u?

Your eyes roll as a smile tugs at your lips. You’re about to respond when another text comes through.

- come on over. we both know u just can’t live without me

The cocky bastard, you muse, not bothering to text back when you approach the door you’ve been desperately waiting to see. You go to knock when the door opens, and you perk up a bit, only to frown slightly when you notice it’s not the person you came to bother.

Tyler, you think that’s his name, grins at you then opens the door wider for you to step inside. “Hey, Lip, your girlfriend’s here.”

Before you can correct him, Lip rounds the corner, greeting you with a sly smirk. “That was quick. Bet you were just racing to get here.”

Upon seeing your favorite cocky asshole, you feel your stress relieving. With a scoff and roll of your eyes, you deny his accusation. “One, I wasn’t racing. And two, I think we both know who can’t live without who here, and just a hint: it’s not me.”

Lip bites back a laugh, dipping his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants as he brings you closer. His lips are pressing against yours before you even register him leaning in. When you do register it, he’s pulling away, leaving you chasing after him.

The brunet laughs then, “What was that again, babe? Something about you being able to live without me?”

You huff, the corners of your mouth tilting down and your brows creasing. It was such a Lip thing to rub it in your face. You just know if the roles were reversed, and he was the one having a bad day, he’d be all over you.

“C’mere, you baby.” Lip pulls you closer to him, smirking as he kisses you again. You press into him, sighing softly against his mouth. It seemed like with each kiss, your stress was melting away, little by little.

You felt the brunet’s exploratory hands caressing the skin just beneath your waistband. Before they can reach any further, a laugh comes from behind you. “Aren’t you two just so cute.”

Shit, you flush with embarrassment. So caught up with Lip, you couldn’t help forgetting Tyler there by the door. You go to move away from the brunet, but he holds you still, one hand cradling your head and the other raising his middle finger to his friend.

It’s a simple ‘fuck you’ that does nothing but send the other boy into a fit of rambunctious laughter.

“Okay, okay,” Tyler snickers, “I’m going.” The door opens once more and right before it closes, Tyler calls over his shoulder, “Don’t have too much fun, kiddos.”

If you think you were embarrassed before, it doesn’t surpass now as you finally separate from Lip, face burning as you plant it on his chest.

You feel the brunet’s chest rumbling as he attempts to contain his laughter. “C’mon, let’s go to my room before Tyler starts creeping on us.”

- ❤︎ -

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hopefully this satisfies any cravings until i’m able to post! check here for my other writing — chaos

[malsiesdiary]

So upon just waking up about 10 or so minutes ago, I see this. So I’m going to do a breakdown of why this proves that Nogitsune is the shit starter.

1) Neither of us posted drama on our blogs last night. I watched Camp Rock before going to bed last night and posted some song lyrics I liked from the movie that really hit home for me and reminded me of what I’m dealing with right now with this crazy lunatic and her friends. And after the song lyrics, I posted the dinner I made. (Which actually tasted amazing and looked amazing.) But this bitch clearly stalked our blogs again and decided she need to have shit to say because she can’t go one day without needing our attention OBVIOUSLY. She literally posted last night “if you don’t mention my name I won’t talk about you.” Yet here we are. Nobody mentioned her name or posted drama regarding her and she felt the need to have some shit to say again.

2) Imagine thinking that being 9 years older than you is a decade older. Imagine also thinking that being in your mid 20s means you’re not an adult and don’t need to grow up. Imagine having a young child and another child on the way, and clearly showing you’re not mature enough to be a mother, when you sit online and even irl cussing up a storm and acting stupid and being a horrible role model for your child. Imagine also claiming if you work for a dispensary you can’t smoke weed. Because Scott just applied for a job and he’s allowed to smoke weed, because it’s LEGAL in Mass. So imagine lying to try and get yourself out of the shit you caused for yourself when you posted that you’re smoking weed while pregnant. And girl, Age has nothing to do with bullying. When you bully someone a whole 9 years older than you, they have a right to defend themselves. And I will continue to defend myself anytime you mention my name or talk crap about me, my loved ones, and my family. And Tuesday due to all of this I am in fact getting the police involved. You point blank used Allison’s name today and told her to go kill herself. Telling someone to go kill themselves is an attempted manslaughter charge. And also threatening to kill and eat my dog is threatening and intimidation charge. You’re just mad because you’re stuck with 10 hairy ass cats and a messy ass house.

3) Imagine putting someone down, for the way they clean their house or cook their own food that THEY are eating. You know you wanna bash my house, let’s see yours! My house is clean af. And on the 17th, I’m buying new furniture and throwing out the old stuff. I just bought a new bed from Ashlee Furniture. My landlord just gave me paint to paint the living room with. And I already repainted all of my furniture outside. You talk all this shit about my house when you don’t even live in your own place. You seem to live with like 6 people and don’t even have your own room. And did you know in the state of Ma, a child is required to have their own bedroom? And didn’t you say your family sleeps in the living room? That’s what I recall you telling me over the phone before. So get over yourself. The reason you’re so concerned about me calling CPS, is because you know if I did, you would be in trouble. Just because nobody else has called yet (which is why they aren’t already involved) doesn’t mean that if someone did call they wouldn’t do anything. The mere fact you sit online wishing death on someone’s pet and telling people to go kill themselves is enough evidence in and of itself that you are and I quote “not of sound mind to have a child in your care.” I just watched a court case and that’s what the judge said to this lady who was doing the very same things you’re doing. Sitting online attacking people.

4) YOU reached out to US. We hadn’t posted anything on our blogs since August 24th. You came to my blog pissed off because Allison supposedly posted something about you on her vent blog. (When she didn’t) And the only things we have posted to our blogs, is responses to things YOU have said to or about US. Then when your bashing session of Allison didn’t work, you tried the VERY NEXT DAY, to send her anons saying you have no problems with her and tried to ass kiss her with no other reason than to try and start crap with me and her. “I can show you things Malia said about you.” Bitch we already had this talk me and Allison did. We know we bashed each other. And we also know the reason we did, was because you and your crazy friend, kept playing sides. (You even said that yourself and the screenshot is on my blog.) Coming to me about her and visa versa. I also showed her proof of you and Darach telling me not to trust her and you specifically getting mad at me and threatening not to be my friend anymore if I kept talking to her. YOU started this. Not us. We actually have better things to do with our lives than sit here and worry about you all the time. For someone who claims to have a job and all this other shit going on, you sure do have all this time to be sitting online and worrying about us all the time. Oh ps don’t lie and say you don’t work two jobs. You told me yourself you worked for a fast food place and also at a dispensary. When you called me you were taking peoples orders for FOOD. So you can stop with that lie. You’re either lying about working for a dispensary (since you say you only have one job), or you do work two jobs and you’re lying saying you don’t so you can pretend you have the perfect relationship when we all know you don’t and that’s why you would get on IMVU messing around with dudes on there.

5) You know what they say, people who say things about others is a reflection of their own insecurities. You call Allison “Wrinkles” yet you’re what? 27 and already look older than me! I thought you were in your late 30’s when I met you. But your maturity level had me confused. You say I have acne like that’s supposed to offend me. I have a medical condition that causes my acne. That’s what endometriosis and PCOS does to a person. But you know what it makes me who I am and my friends and boyfriend still adore me, even with my pizza face 🤣🖕 You call me and Allison fat, yet you’re bigger than both of us. You make fun of me not being able to have kids, but it’s only because you know I’d be a better mom than you have ever been. You say you wish my dog would die, because you wish you could have a dog that was as well trained and behaved as my dog is. Everything you say about us, is a reflection of your own problems. You say my cooking sucks, but look at yours. I mean god, your “friends” threw your kids toys away and the reason they did that was because you were probably a bitch to them. Someone at your house called your kid the B word (another thing you told me over the phone.) You are the reason all of this happens, because you start stuff with people and play the victim. If we had nothing to respond to, we wouldn’t have anything posted to our blog. You’re a fucking mother and you act more immature than your kids. And that’s honestly sad.

You say you will ignore us but you won’t, you will find other nasty things to say about us like you always do and then you’ll pretend you’re not the problem. I know you’ll respond to my post and yet again say I started it when all I did was respond to YOU bashing US yet again, after saying “if you don’t talk about me I won’t mention you.” But that lasted for less than 15 hours. We didn’t say a word about you, and you woke up and felt the need to be a cunt to us again.

[snowandwolves]

hey it’s your neighbrohood (i'm not even gonna fix that i like that lol) lengthy ask anon - i am having a shit day but thinking about summer in the lighthouse au with Ava in a tank top and tool belt made me feel better so thank you for that

i have more qs kinda a lot today bc i am just so done with this day but you can pick and choose which (if any!) to answer. hope you have a good weekend ❣️

any thoughts on how Chanel meeting Bea would’ve gone?

did Bea pre-plan to tell Ava at the lookout or did she spontaneously capitalize on Ava already going there?

whose bedroom in the lighthouse house did they sleep in most often?

has Bea seen a storm from the lighthouse before?

D gave Ava new shoes, but did she ever get a new backpack?

that brief reference to Shannon broke my heart - do you have thoughts on how she passed?

do you have thoughts on how Camila and Lilith got together? and how Lilith even learned/chose to barista?

did the “DIBS” moment just come to you in a moment of inspiration or something bc it still makes me giggle just thinking about it

speaking of writing, did you write each section linearly or did you jump around or something else?

your note in the epilogue sounded like you don’t read fic when you’re writing? what's on your to read list?

HI LENGTHY ASK ANON omg, sorry for the late response, it’s been busy and i need a year-long weekend without risking going broke 😂 been itching to respond to this so imma do that now 🥹

1. probably chanel just exposing ava like “so you’re the one she’s been losing brain cells for” and ava just slapping her elbow and being all “omg shut up i trusted you” and bea not wanting ava to feel embarrassed so she’d prolly say “she also has that effect on me” then chanel would stare at them blushing and then say something like “ok that’s adorable. i need a drink and you need to tell me more”

2. she’s definitely been DYING to say it, but then when ava told her that she’s going to the lookout, bea decided to do it there just to give ava a moment she won’t forget 🥺

3. ava’s! because bea’s room is suzanne’s and the things they get up to with a bed nearby is just,,, not for suzanne’s room 😂

4. i’d say yes! though she prolly didn’t intend to. i have it in my head that she just got stranded there while cleaning it and unintentionally gave herself a come-to-jesus moment 💀

5. backpack i think she bought for herself. for some reason, i also have it in my head that she’s in a group chat with her family (salvius clan + chanel) where she asks them for their opinions and everyone choosing the more expensive option and ava being like “pls i’d have to lose a kidney” and everyone in the group chat transferring her various amounts of money and ava just staring at her account like “thank god you’re all rich. now, i’m rich by association” 😂

6. this one, nope, i haven’t actually thought about. let’s say an accident? omg what if that’s a reason why mary doesn’t ride a motorcycle anymore…? it wouldn’t have been her fault but askdnskd ok i hate me 😭

7. so this one gave me a cute scene i ended up daydreaming about 🥹 cos what if camila taught lilith how to make drinks before she got formal training for it and start a cafe? what if, while in the process of making a cappuccino, camila just randomly tells her “i like you a lot”? what if lilith fumbles and accidentally burns herself and camila just giggles and takes lilith’s hand and takes care of it, just waiting for lilith to manage words? 😭 WHAT THEN

8. i definitely planned it to be as hilarious as possible but i also didn’t think i’d be using DIBS for it. that was a fun moment to write 😂

9. my writing process is kind of a mess. i do try to write linearly so i don’t have to worry about pacing and transitions and flow. but then i’m in the middle of work or folding my laundry or literally just eating and a scene/line/whole ass paragraph just comes to me vividly 😂 this is why i have my notes app perpetually open. i write the basics of anything that comes to me and then go back and figure out a way to use it if i can. this is also why i have v many fragments that didn’t make the cut 💀

10. idk if it’s just me but i find it hard to read fic and write my own at the same time 😭 so i have,,, a long list actually. literally anything that’s been published and completed in the last 8 months i’ll be reading 😂

anon, i hope your days have been better since you sent this. you deserve the kindest, gentlest, best days 🥺💙

[frogl3gs]

here’s a breakdown of my breakdown and my former company’s marketing department breakdown. (this is for myself for future reference if i ever question why i left bc I’m scared of new things sometimes and romanticize past things) - me telling my boss i’m overwhelmed every month since july 22.  - my boss and I having an offsite meeting in oct 22 where she asks me if I’m “really in this” and that she will only help me if i’m “really in this.” a bee lands in my cup. i acquiesce and say i’m “really in this.” - my boss, is and has been, really shitty towards all of us (june 22-nov 22) and i’m afraid the whole department is going to quit and so I call her bosses, the ceo and the president (because if i’m “really in this” then i’m going to do it the “right way”) and say “if this doesn’t change everyone is going to quit and you won’t have a department anymore.” - i take a week off for thanksgiving and can’t get out of bed. decide to also take a week off in between christmas and new year’s. - i get called in during PTO on dec 28, 22 for a very important meeting* that is then cancelled 5 mins before it starts. - i am also not very good at getting out of bed this week either. - i get a new job description and a new report on jan 1, 23, except there isn’t really a job description just my boss telling me once exactly what she wants me doing which was this sentence, “own the leads.”  - my one report is on a vacation and the brand team utterly falls apart because they are running a brand awareness campaign with a digital component that is meant to drive interest but they have not thought about funneling that interest literally....anywhere and I must create a whole upper funnel marketing program by myself in the span of two weeks.   - i hire another report to help out with the leads but a person gets hired to the general marketing team (and reports to my boss) and I am responsible for training them so I spend over 40 hours training them and then they quit three weeks later at the end of feb 23.   - mar 23 - my original direct report goes on maternity leave and I start getting pulled into these interrogation type meetings in the board room. everyone with chief in the title on one side of the table and me, marketing manager (1 of 3 marketing managers on the team) on the other side of the table. it was the only logical seat because it was also the only vacant seat. i was actually terrified. these 2-3 hour long meetings happen every. single. day. until i breakdown crying in the middle of the 14th one (that’s business days only, readers). I lie and say that I had a family emergency to attend to. so I got up and walked out.  - the following monday, march 27, 23, I tell my boss I’m putting in my notice, without a plan. she responds, “can’t say I’m surprised” - that next week, the multi-hour meetings continue except they have pulled in the other 2 marketing managers so I am not the only one on my side of the table anymore. before the end of the week is over, they fire marketing manager #2.  - monday, apr 10, 23, i’m told to work from home the rest of the week and that my last day will be that friday.  - monday, apr 17, 23 was my first day of funemployment. I slept 15 hours. I have slept 9-10 hours every night since. - today, apr 25, 23, they fired my second direct report.  I could not eat well due to stress and anxiety during this time. I could not sleep well due to stress and anxiety during this time. I could not go to the gym due to stress and anxiety during this time. I could not take care of myself due to stress and anxiety during this time.  I will NEVER let that happen to me again.   

[impressiverunaway]

Why am I angry? (Part 2 of 3)

He started to make my bed, I thought that was nice. He commented on the amount of blankets I had, in which I informed him its literally the same amount that has always been on my bed. I go back to cleaning. He makes a comment, about one blanket, that he doesn’t recall seeing before about how I had it out for my “boyfriend.” I snap at him saying if anyone was my boyfriend, it would be him. In which he tells me “I’m not your boyfriend”. I respond “yeah, you’ve made that clear. Thank you for the reminder though. That’s also not my choice.” He rebuttals with something, I almost think he tries to tell me it’s my choice not his. I ignore it. Continuing to say that it’s his choice he is not my boyfriend. I explain that it has all been very confusing. How I know he feels he “can’t” be in a relationship right now because he is “not in a place to be able to provide one”, and what will that mean for us when he gets to the place he desires and we are still friends. It doesn’t really go anywhere.   He brings up that he tried to call me and text me. I explain again that my phone was off, because I needed to sleep. He hardly believes me, so I go for my phone. I can’t find it, so I start to feel the bed. I notice there is a lumpy part towards to bottom, and to hardly my surprise, the sheets are bunched up at the bottom of the bed. He didn’t even make the bed right, and that’s where I find my phone. I pick it up to show him, forgetting that I had started it up. So when I hit the power button, it lit up. He tried to call me out, saying that it had been on. In which I showed him, “oh look, it says, Pin must be entered to unlock after restart”. I entered the pin and it started up my phone. He said nothing else. I remake my bed the right way. I return to cleaning. . I tell him, because it’s been something he complains about every time he’s over, that I tried to find a solution to my tv being too low, but to no solution. He tries to tell me, again, that I can prop my tv stand up from the legs. I explain it won’t work that way, it wouldn’t be stable with this entertainment stand and I am not comfortable having my tv on an unstable surface. He continues on about how I should put CINDERBLOCKS under the very thin legs to prop it up. I just repeat myself, and he continues. In which I have a mortifying thought, he’s sounds just like this other guy, who is fucking horrible. Complete drunk, always abusing substances, going absolutely no where in life, at risk of being sent to jail literally every day of his life. I just say “ I just had a weird thought.” I repeat myself, as it sinks in more with “I just had a really fucking weird thought”. He doesn’t say anything. At some point he picks up my bandana and wraps it around his head. Going back and fourth between chatting, and laying down in my bed quietly. At this point I am done, and I’m sitting at my desk, on my laptop. He asks if he can play music, and I let him. Guiding him though how to connect it, having to help because my phone wouldn’t stop connecting to it, and I needed to find the device…which was one clear option of three to connect to. I continue on at my desk. Checking Facebook, in which he comments “you still use Facebook?” I say “yep”. Photos pull up on my laptop from my phone, where he sees some and comments “you’ve been meal prepping?” Having some interest in talking about it I start to get into it, only to realize his interest is already gone. So I go back to what I am doing. Finish, and turn to update my calendar. I begin to bring up the conversation from earlier. Starting with, I often see things in black and white, similar to jokes, so I need constant reassurance and clarity. He claims to understand. So I continue and ask “What is this to you?”

[eristic-kaleidoscope]

Knives Out | Erik | Trial 1.5 | Re: Just… All of That. / Attn: Erisu, KOKONE, Everyone, An and Calluna

“...Ah, Kabasawa-san? Yes, sorry for disturbing you so suddenly, and believe me, I would prefer that our conversations remain what they were days ago. I do not agree with everything you do, but I respect you and our friendship and most of the choices you have made, and as such I am asking this of you with as much sincerity as I can manage in a scenario like this.”

He tilts his head away from Erisu with a smile, green eyes boring into Arakiel. “Please restrain your partner from attempting anything on my friend, or he is going to learn the fun way to eat corn-on-the-cob with no fucking hands. Thanking you kindly.”

A deep breath, and it is back to as normal as Erik can manage here. He turns to Erik A. “I do not believe we have established or confirmed who was cutting the fruit at the time of the stabbing. Keep in mind that Miss Murphy was supposedly writing shortly before the incident, and thus not holding the knife in that particular moment. If anything, she may have set the knife aside, and reacted when someone else entered the room and picked it up, perhaps? I acknowledge your theory, but I do not think we know enough about the circumstances of their meeting to determine exactly what happened from the evidence we have, so I can neither verify nor deny which one of us is correct.”

Next is Byrne. “If we are narrowing down the pool of suspects, then the shared alibis between you and Erik A, Miss Danger and Eureka, and the trio of Lyrica, Ae-ra and Arakiel eliminate the likelihood that one of you is involved, barring the low but not impossible chance that it was a team effort between the individuals in a group. I will assume otherwise for simplicity’s sake. Both the spa robe and testimonies of Lyrica and I clear Miss Erika and Tanji-san respectively. The lack of any black in their regular attire further clears AIRika, who literally does not wear anything in black to start, and both Kabasawa-san and Miss Ljunggren as far as I can tell from here and what I know of their outfits. I am also willing to trust that Miss Ljunggren has no reason to lie about seeing Kaguya-hime in bed at seven. and there would not be a very good reason for her to be considered a suspect in Miss Murphy's passing.” He takes a deep breath. “The four remaining suspects with no fully verified alibi and black clothing material are Mx. Lapis, KOKONE-san, Eri, and of course, me.”

Erik pauses, glancing over to KOKONE. “I understand that Mx. Lapis can confirm they saw you still sleeping as they woke up, and I can vouch that you went to bed at 4 like I did. I am willing to argue that it is highly unlikely you did it, but not impossible, if your roommate is intentionally waffling on the last time they saw you awake.” 

He won’t address Lapis, he’s said enough and wants to wait until they have a chance to respond.

“Eri favours their right-hand, but given the potential for ambidexterity, I understand that is not sufficient to clear them of suspicion. On the topic, however, I am ambidextrous myself and I do wear black clothing,” Erik freely offers with little hesitation. “I suppose on her own grounds of KOKONE-san being less likely to have done this, it would be just as similarly contrived for me to spend only two hours sleeping and the rest in action. That is all I can presently offer you, and feel free to contribute if you have anything to add or disagree with in that summary.”

He glances behind him to the sisters. “That being said, Mx. An, Ms. Calluna, may I request permission to once again get up to assist in any body checks if the group believes we should conduct them? And I suppose, further permission for whoever will be joining me in that regard. Two people will have to keep each other honest if we do, but I will not impose it if people do not think it necessary.”

[passingdaysthings]

11.21.2022 - The Feelings Are Somewhat Resolved

Today is Monday. 

School has become much more manageable now that I have had time to get familiar with the online learning environment and my professors teaching styles. I didn’t miss my period last month, and I didn’t miss it this month either so I am happy with that. I am currently working on my calculus final, and I am expecting to finish this semester with 2 Bs which I am very happy about judging by what a hard time I had this semester. I am going to look for a job over winter break because I want to save money so I can travel with my friends and try to pay student loans. I also opted to take just one class next quarter because I don’t want to overwhelm myself like this semester. I don’t think I am ready to have another semester similar to this one, and the next class I am taking is suppose to be the hard one of the program. I think I really need to grow up and do more adult-like things rather than laze around all day and study. Cheers to a semester full of learning and growth though. 

Moving onto the topic that has plagued my mind for the last few posts; my online best friend. He is such a special cookie, and I don’t think I will ever understand that man. We spent time together on Halloween, and I decided that it was time that I told him how I felt so I did. It was funny because his initial response was, “why”?, and then he went to bed. The man didn’t respond until 2 days later when I asked him about it. It turns out that he was sick, but he was also thinking of a way to reject me kindly since he usually just does it in a mean way. He said that he really valued me as a friend, and he didn’t want to lose me which was why it took him some time to answer. I assured him that it was fine, and that my feelings were not something extremely strong. They were also feelings that I had kind of just realized and felt a need to tell him because I felt guilty not being able to whole-hardheartedly support some of his decisions. I also asked him the biggest question on my mind, and it was the whole thing about sleeping together and calling me babe WHICH this man responded with, I don’t know, honestly. I asked this man why he did that, and he just said I don’t know. What in the world? I would have been more satisfied if he was just like, I just really wanted to sleep with you or I like calling people babe randomly. He literally could have said anything outside of “I don’t know”. I ended up telling him that I don’t want to sleep with someone I consider my best friend because it would be morally wrong to our future significant others. He responded with our future spouses didn’t need to know. This man truly baffles me. He is so fickle. Sometime he cares about loyalty and honestly, and other times, he just throws it out the window. I never know what to believe. I can’t fault him to much though because 2 days later, I just reverted back to how we were. I just went back to the occasional discussion of sleeping together. I honestly don’t know why because it’s not in my character to do that. I don’t like him in that way anymore or at least not to the point that it would affect our friendship, but I think a part of me will always like him because we share a ridiculously deep connection. As for sleeping together, I think it may be because he knows me super well, and I would prefer to have a connection with the person I am sleeping with rather than sleeping with a complete stranger. Who knows though because he won’t be coming in December anymore, and all our discussions now are “one day” blah blah. I don’t really have that much of a desire to meet him in person anymore either. That’s why I believe that my feelings have been resolved. Meanwhile, my little sister thinks there is absolutely no way that a guy who spends this much time with me, has a level of possession over me, and wants to sleep with me has no feelings for me. She thinks that he just has hard-core commitment issues and mistrust in women because of his past relationships which could be true, but that is something for him to deal with. My biggest concerns is gonna be my decision (when the day comes) to sleep with him, and that is the biggest reason dimming my desire to meet him. Right now, I can hold out because we have never met so I don’t have to worry, but how will things work out in the future when we do meet? My little sister 100% believes that the two of us would not be able to stay away from each other if we met, and I think there is some level of fact in that. We’ve never met in person so it’s hard to really say. I am pretty sure we’ve crossed the best friend line a long time ago though. We send each other explicit pictures, and discuss, in detail, about the things we wanna do when we sleep together. I have never in my life had this kind of discussion with anyone, not even my ex. I am pretty sure that me and Taylor want to continue being in each other’s lives, but that would be very difficult if we slept together. Imagine having a significant other that keeps around a best friend that they have slept with. I would feel so uncomfortable, but then again, I think any significant other me and Taylor may have will feel uncomfortable with the relationship we have now even though we’ve never even met each other in person. Honestly, good luck to whoever tries to date the 2 of us in the future. That is a bridge I am avoiding. 

Mentally, I am in a very good place right now, and all I really have to worry about is my studies. I am worrying about money just because I wanna enjoy my life as much as possible, and I want to be as ready for the future. 

-P

[taexual]

eyelash wishes | bang chan

title: eyelash wishes

pairing: chan x oc

genre: non au, established relationship, domestic life

warnings: FLUFF (literally so much fluff)

summary: you find yourself absolutely content with all that you have in life as you and chan wake up next to each other on sunday morning.

words count: 2.6k

requested by anonymous.

There weren’t many occasions where you trusted yourself to wake up without an alarm clock, but this Sunday happened to be special. For the first time in weeks, you had no plans whatsoever, and prepared—diligently—to spend the entire day in bed.

You’d closed the curtains, dressed in your most comfortable pajamas, even warmed the room with a heater before you went to bed the night before, so the sheets would be warmer. And, most importantly, you’d brought Chan, who, aside from being a human furnace, also happened to be the sole reason why you were looking forward to staying in bed today.

Unfortunately, he also ended up being the reason why—contrary to what was explicitly agreed upon—you opened your eyes before midday.

In his defense, his touch on your face was, truly, featherlight. But he hadn’t spent the night here in so long, you’d forgotten what it was like when someone decided to touch you first thing in the morning. Startled, you opened your eyes and, within seconds, the bitter realisation that you were, unfortunately, already awake, settled in.

Humming in distaste when you saw how relatively light your bedroom already was, you scrunched your nose and accused Chan, “I thought we’d made a deal to sleep until noon.”

“We did,” he said, too amused by your reaction to apologize. “But there was an eyelash on your cheek. It was driving me crazy. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You yawned and closed your eyes. “Why were you awake?”

“You kicked me at around six in the morning,” Chan explained, “and I hit my head against the headboard.”

You frowned and forced your eyes to open again, the allegation simply outrageous. “I didn’t kick you.”

“You did,” he insisted.

“I’ve never kicked you before.”

You saw him shrug underneath the covers as he argued, “well, you did today.”

Squinting your eyes at him, you did not respond as you tried to calculate the probability of this being true. Chan caved before you could come to a likely conclusion.

“Alright, fine,” he said, admitting, “it was because I accidentally stole your duvet from you. I got confused. It was dark.”

That made more sense. You may not have been particularly violent when you were asleep, but you were definitely territorial and very possessive of your duvets.

“So, you’d been awake since 6 AM?” you asked. Right now, you were still too tired to feel bad about his lack of sleep, but you were sure your empathy would return to you when you woke up a little bit more.

“More or less,” Chan said, his eyes bright. He didn’t seem to mind the time he’d spent awake. But there was one thing that he did mind, as he confessed, “I’m dying to pee.”

Laughing now, you stuffed the side of your face deeper into the pillow and gave his shoulder a nudge under the covers. “Go.”

Chuckling, too, Chan shuffled around the bed – looking for the exit from underneath the covers – and said quickly, “I’ll be right—”

Immediately after he moved, a chill spread to the parts of your body that he’d been pressed against before. You felt yourself shiver, the sudden discomfort waking you up in the most brutal way.

“On second thought,” you grabbed his hand, “are you sure you can’t hold it? It’s cold.”

Chan laughed, gently releasing your grip on his hand as he promised, “it won’t be long. Should I put the kettle on while I’m—”

“Don’t you dare go anywhere but to the bathroom, and then straight back here,” you threatened.

“Alright, ma’am,” he gave you a quick salute – you didn’t see it, having already closed your eyes, but you knew him well enough to know that he did it – and then he exited the room, singing, “it’ll just be a second!”

It was the longest second in the history of all seconds – including the ones you’d spent waiting for the last client to leave before you could close up at work – and you clutched the duvet around yourself, desperate to return to the comfortable, toasty state you’d been in before.

It was all useless, really, and you continued to shiver until Chan finally found his way back to your bed. Somehow, his body seemed to be twice as hot as yours, even though he was the one who’d left the warmth and safety of the bed.

You were wrapped around him before he could even lie down properly, like a koala, preying on the eucalyptus tree. Chan, unlike the eucalyptus tree, was very happy to receive this welcome as he laughed and threw an arm around your waist, cuddling into you.

“Sleep or breakfast?” he whispered.

You exhaled, very heartbroken that you couldn’t pick both, and mumbled, “breakfast, I guess. But I refuse to get up or let you get up.”

“Ah,” smiling at the predicament you two were in, Chan tried to offer a solution, “we could order something.”

Feeling particularly happy about the current state of things, you considered what—if anything—would be worth getting out of bed for. You felt like you had all that you needed right here.

“We could,” you agreed, “provided they delivered it straight to our bed.”

His heart had suddenly grown wings and seemed to develop a voice of its’ own as it proceeded to echo your words in a chant—our bed, our bed, our bed—so he needed a minute to figure out how to keep holding you in his arms, while also grabbing his phone from the nightstand next to the bed.

Eventually, he ended up having to let go of you—for just a moment—and the half-hearted whine that left your lips was music to your ears.

“Let’s see,” he said then, unlocking his phone as he settled into his previous position next to you, and opened the food delivery app. “Eggs or pancakes?”

You understood that, despite feeling like you could, you probably would not be able to survive on love for very long. Therefore, you settled, “pancakes.”

“Do we want Chocolate Chip or Banana Chocolate?” was his next question because, like with many other important decisions – but especially when it came to breakfast – you functioned as a unit.

“We want both,” you answered, and Chan nodded knowingly. “At least when we order it, we know it won’t turn into a disaster.”

“Hey!” he scolded immediately, recognizing the dig at his last attempt to make you breakfast in bed. “The pancakes were fine. It’s not my fault you have a wobbly mattress.”

“It’s not the mattress,” you argued, “you’re the one who decided to play Jenga with the pancakes. Who even piles up so many of them?”

“There were only eight!” he defended. “It was supposed to be a pancake tower.”

You shuffled your head around the pillow, looking for a more comfortable position. “It was a tower alright. But why try to eat the one at the very bottom?”

“That one had the most chocolate!”

You couldn’t disagree there. “Fine, that’s fair. But it took three washes to clean the chocolate from the sheets, so I’m not sure if it was worth it.”

Dignified, Chan declared, “chocolate is always worth it.”

Grinning – because, really, how lucky did a person have to be to find someone to argue about chocolate with, on a Sunday morning? – you snuggled your head into the pillow and changed the topic. “Did you place the order?”

“I did,” he confirmed, tossing his phone on the bed behind you, because removing his arms from your waist to put the device in its’ proper place felt like too much work. “They’ll be here in twenty-five minutes.”

You sighed. “That’s fast. I feel bad for making someone work so much on a Sunday morning.”

“We could have cooked,” he said.

“Please,” you countered with a scoff.

Very prideful about this, Chan repeated, “the pancakes were fine!”

“I’m not trying to offend your pancakes,” you said, “but I don’t feel like bringing the fridge and the stove over here, into the bed. And, I’m afraid, there simply is no other way. We agreed to stay here the whole day.”

“We did,” he confirmed, reaching one of his hands from underneath the covers so he could wipe your cheek, just below your eye.

“Another eyelash?” you asked, and he nodded. Squeezing your eyes shut you mumbled, “what is it this morning, it’s like I’m shedding.”

Chan hadn’t expected himself to laugh so hard at this, his head reflexively leaning closer to yours until he had to hide his face in the crook of your neck to recover.

“You’re not shedding,” he said when he pulled back to look at you, still giddy. He placed a kiss to your cheek and then added, “you’re supposed to make a wish when you lose one, you know.”

“What if I lose two?”

“Three, actually,” he pointed out with another laugh. “I got two in one go this time.”

You snorted at this. “Do I have any left on my eyes?”

Grinning because he was close enough to be able to count each and every eyelash on both of your eyes, he assured you, “you have plenty.”

The two of you giggled at this for a minute – hazy from the pointlessness of this conversation as well as from the sheer delight of being in each other’s arms like this – and then you leaned in to kiss his cheek in return.

“So, what should I wish for?” you asked, resting your head back on your pillow.

“I honestly don’t know,” he replied, playful. “You already have me.”

“I wish you never make pancakes with chocolate syrup again.”

“That’s—wow,” Chan said, his tongue poking his cheek in an expression of exaggerated offense. Then, he retaliated, “well, I wish you never use white sheets that are unreasonably easy to stain.”

“Hey, it’s my eyelash,” you said. “You don’t get any wishes.”

“And you’re my girlfriend,” he countered with a kiss to your lips. “What’s yours is mine.”

Doubting this logic – even though your traitor face broke into a smile – you tossed back, “I wish you’d let me brush my teeth before you kissed me in the morning.”

“Hmm,” he only pretended to consider this as he leaned in to connect your lips again, each of his kisses more lingering than the one before. “You’re an eyelash short for that one to come true.”

“Well, not a problem,” you extended one of your hands and brought it to your right eye, rubbing it gently.

Chan laughed, pulling your wrist away from your face as the two of you burst into another fit of uncontrollable giggles that did not recede – and, if anything, seemed to intensify – when he kissed you again.

You were a mess of clumsy, sloppy kisses, and you couldn’t stop grinning at each other. It felt like time had stopped for you two on this Sunday morning, and you didn’t even have to sell your soul to the devil for this beautiful moment not to pass away – take that, Goethe.

But then, a terrible, ear-piercing sound rang through the apartment, forcing you to break the kiss with a start.

“The doorbell,” Chan informed you when you gave him a look, wordlessly inquiring about the audacity of someone to disturb your peace. “It’s probably the pancakes.”

You huffed, having forgotten the breakfast that was on the way, and rolled onto your back. Chan gave you an offended look when you let go of him a full twenty seconds earlier than was necessary.

“I would complain about getting up,” you explained, “but now I have to pee. Will you get the door?”

Accepting this excuse, he chuckled again and nodded. “Yeah, I got it.”

You both sat up and crawled over to the same side of the bed, despite having more than enough space to get out of it from opposite sides. You were still unwilling—or unable, at this point—to let go of each other as you kept your hands intertwined. Chan kissed you one more time before standing up and pulling you up to your feet, too.

“Alright,” you said, bracing the cold of the apartment. “Meet me back in bed in two minutes.”

“I’ll be here,” he promised and, with another quick kiss, left to open the door.

“Don’t be late!” you called after him, a veiled threat in your voice.

“That depends on how quickly I locate the forks in the kitchen!” he shouted back and then immediately added a “hello, thank you very much,” as he opened the door of your apartment to the delivery person.

You waited until you heard the door close again before you called out a reminder, “they’re in the middle drawer!”

“Got it!” he answered from across the apartment.

But a minute later he was still shuffling around in the kitchen, either lost or plotting something.

You turned the tap to wash your hands in the bathroom as you called out impatiently, “if the forks aren’t there, we’ll just eat with our hands!”

“The forks are here!” Chan replied with a laugh. “I’m just getting plates.”

You only hummed in response now as you lowered your head to the sink, rinsing your mouth with water. It was hard not to splash any of it on your pajamas because you couldn’t lose the goofy grin on your face – that was seriously starting to become a problem.

“Oh, hey!” you shouted afterwards, reaching for the towel by the sink to dry your face and hands. “I actually have another wish.”

“Yeah?” Chan asked, passing by the bathroom as he headed back to your bedroom, carrying the styrofoam tray of pancakes and empty plates in his hands. “Let’s hear it.”

“I wish—and don’t tell me that this is cliché because I will attack—that this day never ends,” you said as you entered the bedroom after him. “How many eyelashes will I have to pull out for that one to come true?”

Chan laughed, sitting down on the bed, and putting the food on it before he leaned over to grab your hand and pull you into bed with him. Careful, so you wouldn’t get any of the food on your sheets again, you two settled in with your backs leaning against the headboard, resting the plates on your thighs as you shared the pancakes from the tray between you.

“That is a cliché,” he told you as he took the first bite.

You stopped your own fork mid-air to give him a warning look. “What did I tell you about—”

“But I wish for the same,” he cut you off before you could carry out your promise and turn the peaceful breakfast into a violent fight for survival. “Actually, no. I wish we could spend the rest of our lives here, no matter what day it is.”

You exhaled wistfully, finally putting the pancake into your mouth as you agreed, “me too. I don’t even care how many eyelashes we’ll have left in the end.”

Laughing again, Chan reached for a bite of the pancake on your plate and, as you continued to eat and make progressively more unrealistic wishes—and plans—for your futures, both of you realised that you didn’t really need any eyelashes or eleven-elevens to make your wishes come true.

As long as you were here, next to each other, all of your wishes were true already.

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[cursestothemoon]

yay for the open requests! I really reallyyyyyy love your Harry's older sister hc, could u pretty pls do more? like their brief life as a family with lily and james, then to the dursleys and then at war, so on. I agree with the anon that did the request, harry does needed a bigger sister❤️

aH I LOVED THESE REQUESTS

YOU GUYS CAN READ THE HEADCANONS THIS ANON IS TALKING ABOUT HERE

ok so this is L O N G i need to add a keep reading tab

alright so let's talk about harry's older sister

so lily and james did not plan you

they were straight out of hogwarts

just having fun

and suddenly lily is having morning sickness and james running into a store to buy a pregnancy test (or whatever the wizard equivalent would be 😗)

james would be so nervous the weeks leading up to your birth

he already knows that you aren't even here yet and there isn't anything he wouldn't do for you

and when you are born

he swears he'd never love anything as much as he loves you

his little girl

this sweet little lump of baby fat that was born with eyes just like his

he'd put his glasses on your little baby face, and he could laugh for hours at the way they just barely sat on your little nose (a miniature version of his)

your chubby little baby hands are his favorite

when you'd plan your hands on his face or wrap your hand around his finger he'd melt

Lily would joke all the time about how she carried the baby yet James is constantly hogging her

I think james would have some serious separation anxiety

Lily would also have trouble leaving you to go do something but she knew that you getting to see other people would be good

james is NOT a fan

and you were a big daddy's girl

"it's going to be alright, darling, uncle Padfoot and uncle Moony will take care of you."

and you'd respond with sad baby talk, something along the lines of 'daddy' and 'wanna stay with you' and you'd get all teary eyed

it's a whole dramatic scene

youre crying

james is about to cry

Sirius is quite literally trying to sob silently into his hand because you just look so sAD

and remus and lily are just

😐

because you guys do this eVERY TIME

there was one time james got back into the car with lily after dropping you off and he was unusually quiet until he kinda just whispered out

"It just feels like i'll never have enough time with her, like one day i'll wake up and suddenly she's not mine anymore."

his tone gave Lily the worst chills, his tone and the fact that she felt the same though never voiced it

honestly

i don't think harry was planned either

he kinda just happened

and they were like

you know what, yes.

so you were two when harry was born

and you LOVED your baby brother

he was so small

so cute

and he had your mum's green eyes

from the get go you were very protective of your little brother

james thought it was the cutest thing

ok ive been avoiding it

but we need to talk about October 31 1981

you were upstairs with our mum and harry

james was downstairs cleaning up from dinner

that was when there was a knock on the door

assuming it was peter, uncle wormtail, james was quick to go open the door

grabbing his wand for protection was the last thing on his mind

the thud of his body was loud

he was killed before he could even open his mouth to warn Lily

the door to Harry's nursery flew open and it all happened so fast

there was screaming

bargaining

a sudden flash fo green before Voldemort turned to harry

his cold, pale hand pushed you out of his way

the prophecy had said nothing about you, so he didn't care for what happened to you he just needed to kill harry

which obviously backfired

half the house was blown up

he was gone

harry was crying

and you just wanted your dad

you found your way downstairs, just barely making it down the steps

lily and james had never let you go up or down the steps on your own

only to come face to face with your dad just lying on the ground motionless

his eyes were still open

now i want you guys to think of the lion king

you know the scene where simba finds mufasa's dead body and just lays with it because he doesn't know where else to go

you just wanted any kind of comfort you could find

so with tear streaks going down your face you slayed next to your dad, getting as close as you could, hoping he'd just wake up

sirius is the one who finds you, asleep next to james' body

it was rather rough for sirius

and he could hear harry crying somewhere upstairs

you wake up to uncle padfoot trying to keep in his tears as he takes in the scene before him

you're just glad to see a familiar face

you run over to him, tears freshly falling as you wail about how daddy and mommy won't wake up

you also gently pull james' glasses off his face and keeping them in your small hand

keeping them safe for him later

you knew he didn't like to sleep with his glasses on

eventually hagrid shows up

you guys know the story

but i will say

it takes a lot for you to leave uncle pads and go with this big strange man

youre basically heaving as you beg to stay with sirius

and forcing you off his hip and onto the bike with hagrid was the worst thing he's ever had to do

even for a two year old, youre eyes held such a strong emotion of betrayal

sirius would never forget it

the dursley's were not fond of you and harry

you had james temper and stubbornness

harry was just a 6 month old baby

doing 6 month old baby things

for the first month you'd ask for james, lily, uncle moony, uncle padfoot, even uncle wormtail on a daily basis

until one day petunia just snapped

you had asked about sirius, or as you called him uncle padfoot, and petunia lost it

she started to shout, her hand coming out to strike your cheek as she told you that no one was coming

not now

not ever

you never asked after that

over time you forgot about sirius and remus and peter

you forgot about the song your dad would sing every saturday morning when making breakfast

or the way your mom would hum when she brushed your hair

all lily and james had become were familiar scents and the same pair of eyes you'd see in your dreams (though for a long time you just assumed they were your eyes, they looked enough like yours)

and you grew up always feeling like you were on the wrong side of a billowing curtain

you and harry grew up only having each other

you were very protective of him

and dudley hated it

because you had James art for pranks

and his art for rarely getting caught

unfortunately for you petunia and vernon didn't need evidence to incriminate you

you were often on the receiving end of disciplinary swats and missed meals

and you'd often take harry's punishments for him

you and harry were also forced to share a room

or cupboard

you let him decorate it with all his things (he didn't have many)

and you guys shared a bed up until you got your hogwarts letter

which that was kept very quiet

you got the letter

and petunia and vernon were just glad to be able to send you and your pranks away

you weren't allowed to tell harry

but you did anyway

secretly

you didn't tell him all the details but you told him that you were going to a school far away and you'd be back whenever aunt petunia let you back

going to school was interesting

you didn't know anyone

bUT HAGRID WAS ALSO THERE TO HELP YOU AND BUY YOU YOURE STUFF AND HE BOUGHT YOU YOUR FIRST WAND

you still have james' glasses

you put them on when youre nervous

so youre sitting in the train

first day

you don't know anyone

big round glasses sitting on your nose as you look out the window barely able to see what's going on

james was as blind as a bat

on the train you spend your time reading your new books

absorbing all the material

you were not going to just walk into this new school of mAGIC not knowing aNYTHING

by the time you got there you were at leas base level with most subjects

some were easier to catch onto than others

as long as you didn't let the logical side of your brain do too much work

within the first week you'd find out about your parents

curtesy of older gryffindor kids who knew your last name and were just amazed by the story

oH ALSO YOURE IN GRYFFINDOR

AND WHEN MCGONAGALL READS YOUR NAME SHE GASPS TO HERSELF

BECAUSE

Y/N POTTER

she remembers when james had written to her with the news of Lily's pregnancy with you

and how he was nervous you'd come out just like him and he wouldn't be able to handle you as well as she had, he was asking her for advice

and when you walked up to sit on the chair she nearly dropped her scroll of parchment and pulled you into a hug

you looked just like him

dark hair

pale skin

same eyes and eye shape

and same habit of picking at the skin around your thumb nail when nervous

the hat announcing you were a gryffindor was very overwhelming for her

then she realizes you

are e x a c t l y

like james

and merlin is she tiRED OF THIS SHIT

ok so at this point i am going to direct you to the other headcanon (linked above) if you want a more fred x reader approach 

continue here if not

so youre on the quidditch team

and youre a natural 

let me tell you

you just have the innate ability 

much like james

and at first they had you as a seeker

and you were good

but you excelled as a chaser 

i also firmly believed that there was a practice broom that james had carved his name into

or maybe just a ‘J.P.’

that was the broom you'd practice on

even use for games before you got your own broom

ok so

let’s talk your relationship with harry 

you made sure you were the one to tell him what happened to your parents

as i said it was your first year when you fond out about what happened 

the gryffindor student had told you what they knew

and you went to professor mcgonagall pretty distraught 

you were near tears as you practically begged her to just tell you what happened, you wanted the truth 

because all your life your aunt and uncle had told you that your parents had been killed in a car accident 

needless to say 

you didn't want harry to find out that way

but you also knew he was noticing the stares

the whispers

so you told him on the first night

he had already been put into gryffindor and was getting ready for bed when you are up to his dorm 

bECAUSE IT’S CANON THAT GIRLS CAN GO UP INTO THE BOYS DORMS AND BOYS CANT GO UP INTO THE GIRLS DORMS AND I WILL CITE THE PARAGRAPH IF ANYONE NEEDS

and you kinda push out ron, neville, and dean 

but yeah thats how he finds out all the details and such 

ok so you and harry are sUPER CLOSE

and you are very 

v e r y

protective of harry 

you'd do anything for the kid 

wHEN YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THE WHOLE SORCERER’S STONE FIASCO 

YOU ARE LIVID

because harry is your baby brother and you love him so much and don't like seeing him hurt 🥺

as harry grows older he gets a bit more

embarrassed 

about having you protective over him

and im pretty sure i mentioned this in the last headcanon post 

but yeah he’d be like 14 and you'd be 17 and he'd just

“stOP this is so emBARRASSING”

what a little dweeb

ok leTS TALK ABOUT SIRIUS 

BECAUSE YOU AND SIRIUS WERE CLOSE WHEN YOU WERE YOUNGER

HE WAS UNCLE PADFOOT

YOU LOVED HIM

until your fifth year (harry’ third) when you were told he betrayed your parents and got them killed 

youre in the whomping willow when with harry, hermione, and ron 

its a lot for both of you

because sirius is seeing his goddaughter who looks just like james, and his the same fire in her eyes as his bestrfriend

his b r o t h e r 

and youre seeing the man who was responsible for your parents murder 

again 

it was A LOT

i have a feeling you, JAMES POTTERS DAUGHTER, would just lunge at him 

and youre crying

trying to hit him

hurt him like he hurt you

just anything to bring pain upon this man

and sirius is having flashbacks of when you had ran to him from next to james’ lifeless body 

and how different everything had been just days prior to October 31 1981

upon finding out the truth 

scammers is now wormtail

peter ‘little bitch ass’ pettigrew

you and harry are immediately forming this connection

this sort of dependency on sirius 

within a few minutes

because he is the only living connection you have to your dad 

apart from yourselves of course

but eh was the only reminder that james potter was a real man 

and lily potter did exist 

and there was a time where your family was complete 

it never crossed your mind that any more misfortune could strike 

not now 

not when you finally got back your uncle pads

and then you guys walk into the moonlight, the full moon light

everything flips instantly 

you guys are back to square one 

i like to think you have a very big part in getting sirius free 

so you guys know what happen in between prisoner of azkaban and order of the phoenix 

and this headcanon is already getting very long and we haven't even gotten to the wAR YET 

so we are doing a little time jump

order of the phoenix 

your last year

you are living with sirius in grimmauld place 

petunia and vernon kicked you out once you turned 17 after finding out that was the legal age in the wizarding world

you and sirius are close 

super close

i mean he is like a father figure to you

he is uncle pads again

oOO AND OK 

SO 

AFTER FINDING OUT HIS DAD AND HIS BROS 😤

WERE ALL UNREGISTERED ANIMAGI 

OBVIOUSLY YOU WANTED TO BE ONE TOO 

youre a gazelle 

it just makes sense

father figure sirius is not happy when he finds out

uncle pads, however, couldn't be happier

its finally starting to feel like a family again

you and harry have sirius 

aLSO REMUS

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anyway

everything is falling into place

you and harry are filling the james sized hole in Sirius’ heart (not completely but it’s better)

and he is doing the same for you two

you and harry love your uncle pads

then the battle in the department of mysteries happens 

youre there

you see it 

you watch as bellatrix hits sirius with a curse 

youre not sure which 

nothing too serious you hope, and seeing that he’s still standing he should be fine 

but then he stumbles

she's stunned him perhaps 

and he makes eye contact with you

there was a look so final, so sad

yet so relieved in his eyes as you watched him fall through the veil

remus grabbed harry

tonks held you

if she hadn’t been you knew you would've thrown yourself into the veil after him

its a whirlwind from then on let me tell you

so we know what happens

all that fun stuff 

the war hits

harry, hermione, and ron leave

youre left with the weasley’s 

it’s hard being away from harry

not knowing if he was ok

if he was even alive 

you guys finally reunite at shell cottage 

bill calls you the second he sees harry, hermione, ron, and dobby apparate in front of his house

you were quick to pull harry into a bone crushing hug 

keen on never letting go 

because after all he is still (and always will be) your baby brother 

you guys are all at the battle of hogwarts

oK WAIT

SO

YOU REFUSE TO LET HARRY WALK TO HIS DEATH ALONE

ALSO YOUVE FIGURED WHAT HE PLANS ON DOING BUT NEITHER OF YOU HAVE SAID ANYTHING

NOT WANTING TO ACCEPT THAT THIS COULD BE THE LAST TIME YOU GUYS SEE EACH OTHER 

AND THE RESURRECTION STONE COMES OUT 

BOTH YOU AND HARRY ARE HOLDING ONTO IT 

AND SUDDENLY

SIRIUS 

REMUS 

THERE ALL THERE 

EVEN A WOMAN WITH RED HAIR 

AND A MAN WHO LOOKS PAINFULLY FAMILIAR 

ok so hear me out 

i think harry enjoyed looking at pictures of james and lily

but you didnt

you didnt want to see everything that was taken from you

so you weren’t super aware of what your dad actually looked like seeing as you avoided pictures of him and your mom like the plague 

but you just knew 

and james was standing there

beaming

and he just looked so proud of you and harry 

so did lily 

she was the first one to say something 

“Your father and I are so proud of the both of you”

and you just broke down 

james right there with you 

he watched as you sobbed, choking on your cries 

and he couldn’t do anything about it 

he couldn’t hold you or comfort you

he couldn’t be a dad 

and it broke him

as much as it could break a dead man 

“you’ve grown so beautiful, darling” he'd smile sadly

his voice seemed to bring back all of your memories once lost 

“have you always been here, with us?”

“always.”

“typical, your father shows up and everyone forgets about uncle padfoot”

both you and harry laugh at that 

but the mood was somber 

harry then speaks up

“does it hurt?”

it was the first time either of you had confirmed that you both knew what was going to happen 

“dying? not at all, quicker than falling asleep.”

“will you stay with me?”

“until the very end. 

james is the one who answers, looking teary eyes at his son

and you know you cant go any further 

harry has to do this alone 

its quite symbolic actually 

the one time you'd let go of the reigns 

removed the protective arms you had around your baby brother 

he’d die 

but you had to do it 

so everything goes as planned 

harry dies

comes back

we love a resurrecting king 

and the war ends 

when you got back home from the war 

let’s say you are still living at grimmauld place seeing as it was left to you 

the first thing you do is go through old photos with harry 

any and everything you can get your hands on 

you see your mother’s sparkling green eyes

the same eyes your brother had 

and your father’s unruly mop of curls 

the same wave pattern in your dark hair 

everything finally felt right 

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annoying things they do

summary: small things these guys do that just grinds your gears a bit.

characters: oda, dazai, kunikida, twain, akutagawa, atsushi, mori, poe, ranpo, fittzgerald, steinbeck, chuuya, yosano, gin, kouyou, higuchi, alcott and lucy

these are all based off things i do or have inconvenienced my life lmfao i’ll probs do a part two with everyone i missed this just got wayyy to long lol next im posting being friends with double black 

Oda:

If you're wearing shorts and have bruises he will poke them when you're resting your legs on him. He’s silent about it too and if you yell at him he pretends to act like he doesn't know what you're talking about.

Will smack your sunburn but this one is actually an accident. He just wanted to pat you on the back because you're amazing.

Will space out when you talk too long, sometimes certain objects are just so… mesmerizing

Dazai:

Loves to jumpscare you the only exception is if it was a trigger. In that case he will just call your name and whip something at you for you to catch at random.

When you're driving he likes to reach over and honk your horn. It's almost caused so many roadside fistfights.

If he sees a dog in public he will bark and growl at it.

Kunikida:

Won’t let you on the bed without socks on. You could be sick as a dog and he’ll still enforce this rule.

Cleaning is hard because he has a hard time throwing things away. You'll spend extra time as he holds two identical pens, trying to decide which one he wants to keep. He’s learned to plan certain days in his schedule for cleaning now.

Won't let you turn up the music in the car and will keep it at a level that's so low it's annoying.

Twain:

Walks around the house shirtless but then complains about how cold it is.

Blasts his music so loud when he wakes up in the morning and it's always early 2000’s hits. It's not rare for you to have Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield stuck in your head by 9 am.

Always has to climb something, this stems from his adventurous side. It's not really that annoying but when you’re in a crowded area and he runs off to go climb the tall statue, screaming at you to take a photo… Yes it is. Especially when children try and follow him and you're stuck receiving glares from the parents.

Akutagawa:

Will not let you throw any food products out. He tells you it's a perfectly good meal (even if it's not) and that he will eat it tomorrow. It’s sad because you know this stems from childhood but it’s still annoying.

Reuses the same gross, musty ziplock baggies. You keep buying new ones but he doesn't get it lol.  

Will tell you if your breath smells, hair is messy, outfit is ugly. He does not see an issue with this and it's nice knowing someone has your back but he doesn't have to be so rude about it..

Atsushi:

If he drinks he's one of those drinkers who will not let you take it from him. Keeps an iron grip on the cup. He finishes it no matter how drunk and always throws up. Thankfully he rarely drinks.

He stops to help everyone, literally even if they just look like they need help. You've been late to so many things.

Will eat anything. Once you made steak and somehow forgot about it. It was hard as a brick yet he still almost broke his teeth eating it. You think you saw some tears as he told you it was delicious.

Mori:

Listens to people's conversations in public and isn't afraid to comment, loudly, about it. You know it's loud because they either stop talking or try and confront you guys.

Comes up to stops fast and brakes so hard you feel like he does it on purpose.

Sometimes if he and Elise get into a “disagreement” he’ll try and rope you in to take his side and you always do, knowing it would probably give him more satisfaction if you chose to side with her.

Poe:

Asks for constructive criticism but will then argue with you about why you're wrong.

Always humming a song he heard Twain singing and then it gets stuck in your head too.

Will deny stupid things like why your favorite mug is in the trash or why he just let out rather loud scream in the bathroom. You know he's lying because he looks away and makes sure his bangs are covering his eyes.

Ranpo:

Will call you out on any lie even if you don't mean to lie you just forgot about some of the details.

Don't take him grocery shopping if you have a set amount you want to spend. He won't even sneak, he will just say he wants something and throw it in the cart.

Such a backseat driver even though he can't drive.

Fitzgerald:

Likes to act like he's still in his twenties and will somehow get the two of you invited to college parties where he will attempt to do a kegger in front of everyone. You end up being the one to hold him up and he always ends with a, “LETS FUCKING GO!”

Likes to ask for the senior discount even though he's not that old, he just likes to hear the women validate that he's not old.

It’s scary how he used to buy without looking and now will scream if the price on a price tag is too high.

Steinbeck:

Always looking at the grass for wheat to chew on. It's so cheesy when you walk into the city and he's got it sticking out of his mouth.

He gets weirdly intimate with nature and you feel like you're third wheeling.

Has the mentality that he has to provide for you because he is the man. He gets so shocked when he finds out you still want to work.

Chuuya:

Has a hard time making decisions you could ask him what he wants for dinner and his mind will just break.

Gets way too pissed at movies and will actually get up and walk away. Once you were kicked out of the theater because he wouldn't stop yelling at the screen. Another time he walked out you waited a whole ten minutes before you realized he wasn't coming back.

Sometimes activates his ability at night and it's so scary waking up to him floating halfway across the room.

WOMAN TIME!!!!!!!!!!

Yosano:

Will glare at you so intensely if you say something she disagrees with.

Always tries to rope you into drinking with her even if you’ve said no the past ten nights.

Will describe wounds or injuries in such detail and just won’t stop, almost like she’s trying to fuck with you, but she’s not.

Gin:

Claims to be nothing like her big brother but then will go on to make the same facial expressions and do some of the same mannerisms as him.

Will spend hours trying things on just to put it all back, leave the store and change her mind when you’re almost home. Then she’ll have you run back with her to buy it all.

Is used to sneaking around so scares you a lot. Also on the topic of being silent sometimes she just won’t respond, thinking you can just read her vibes / mind.

Kouyou:

Will judge what you eat, especially fast food but will try and steal a fry in private when you're not looking.

Will say things like, “Well that's just the way the world works.” If someone tries to share their baggage with her. You understand she’s had a pretty rough life but it's caused you to almost spit out your drink multiple times.

At functions forgets about you for about an hour while she mingles with everyone else, you could tap on her shoulder and she'll dismiss you like you're a subordinate. Until you clear your throat again you'll see the slight blush as she apologizes.

Higuchi:

She has no sense of privacy. If she hears a crash or loud noise she will bust down the door. It’s sweet but not when the noises are usually from you knocking all the shampoo bottles down again.

Horrible road rage actually puts you on edge to be in the car with her. She doesn't even have to be driving.

Likes to act like she's a professional at everything and people usually believe it because of her suit. It's so nerve wracking when she giggles when they walk away with false information.

Alcott:

Will agree to everything you suggest but you can only tell when she doesn’t want to do it when you’re currently doing it.

Yet she’s not afraid to grumble about how annoying it is when someone bumps into you and doesn’t apologize. It’s sweet but you’re left dealing with the situation if the person is aggressive enough to say something.

Always corrects your spelling or if you say something like “I could care less.”

Lucy:

Will fish for compliments in a very obvious way like, “Wow. Wish someone would call me pretty..” and then just stare right at you.

Kicks you so violently in her sleep but won't let go of you so you cant get away.

Constantly stealing from restaurants. You're banned from a couple restaurants because she got caught trying to steal a cup or salt shaker.

[whoree321]

I am not sure if you have done this already, (if you have, you can ignore it) BUT... I'd love to see some NSFW headcannons for Tech...

i have not done this yet but i am frothing at the mouth at the opportunity! the lust that i feel for that man is indescribable

nsfw tech headcanons

warning: if the title wasn’t clear, these are literally just dirty dirty sex thoughts. X rated shit. if filth of this nature is not suitable for you plz don’t read<3

first and foremost it is very very important for me to say that i know, with 100% confidence, that tech is the best at sex of all the bad batch members

i understand this may be a controversial take. some of you may disagree. i don’t care.

the reasons that tech is the best at sex are threefold

1) tech does not tolerate being anything less than exceedingly proficient when it comes to his knowledge and abilities in any given subject of interest. regardless of the occasion, he won’t accept a below average performance from himself. tech has put in the hours, on and off the field (if you will), to ensure he is well versed in anything and everything to do with sex and pleasure. and he’s always anxious to experiment and learn more

2) tech is not hindered by shyness in the bedroom. when he knows what he’s doing, tech is confident (borderline arrogant), and as stated in reason #1, he KNOWS what he’s doing. tech may be a blushing, bashful mess when it comes to the emotional aspects of a relationship, but once y’all start getting hot and heavy he loses pretty much all of that. he knows he’s gonna show you a good time, and he’s excited

3) tech is also not hindered by pride in the bedroom. he has a very holistic view of sex (seriously he did a lot of research, he knows every school of thought regarding sexual intimacy), and he understands it in both a physical, theoretical way and also in a more emotional way. his main concern is mutual satisfaction by any means necessary, but if you’re in a relationship he’s also very interested in using sex has a way to like strengthen your connection. tech has no interest in being some kind of macho, alpha male that can conquer you or something. he’s not gonna limit himself to certain positions or methods to try to preserve his sense of masculinity. he wants you to feel good, and nothing is off the table. he will explore anything to enhance the experience (like seriously anything- we will get into that in a bit)

so for those reasons, i think tech is lowkey a sex god

whether or not you’ve had sex before when you and tech get together, sleeping with him for the first time might as well be your first time ever

because you did not know sex could really be THAT good

and that’s before he has the opportunity to really learn your body and figure out the best ways to pleasure you

i think that for a hot second, sex with tech is always a little bit of an experiment

he’s obviously focused on you and the moment, but he’s also doing research. (with your permission) tech will literally take detailed notes, he’ll record you so he can watch it back and analyze his performance like a professional athlete or something. he’s keeping track of how you respond to different things, how fast he can get you hurtling over the edge with different positions, paces, toys, etc.

side note: he loves toys. tech will modify toys (or fully build his own) based on both of your specific needs, so that even the toys yall use are designed with maximum efficiency

that’s really the only flaw with tech in a sexual sense: he’s really really methodical in the beginning, and it can sometimes take away from the genuine passion of the moment

once he’s satisfied with his research and feels confident in his knowledge of your body tho, it becomes wayyyy more natural and intimate rather than a science experiment. he’s solid in his physical knowledge of you, so he’s more focused on enjoying the moment and having fun

it’s almost like he needed to memorize the best way to fuck you and do it over and over until he didn’t need to consciously think about it before he could fully let himself go with you. there’s a notable transition when sex goes from being a technical mission for him to achieve your orgasm, to being a mutually/equally passionate, erotic experience

tech is a switch and you can’t change my mind

he usually assumes more of a dominant role, enjoying having you begging and whimpering beneath him, but he also loves when you take the reigns and have your way with him

i don’t think he’s the horniest of all the batchers, but he most certainly has a plentiful sex drive

when y’all haven’t had a chance to fuck in a while tech is secretly incorrigible

to the untrained eye, he’s good at keeping it to himself, but it’s very obvious to you. he goes out of his way to be just a little too close to you, his eyes linger on you just a little too long, his hands find their way to be touching you more than normal

he’s usually really easy to tease, but especially when he’s like this

literally you just stroke his forearm and whisper something lightly seductive in his ear and he’s pulling you into the nearest private space and absolutely rearranging your guts

circling back to what i said about tech becoming less scientific and more passionate during sex as time goes on with you, i think that also applies to dirty talk

i think he’s generally pretty vocal in bed, but it takes a little bit for him to nail the sensuality of dirty talk

at first, it’s not something he can really do that sounds very natural, like it comes out just a little too technical sounding

but once tech gets comfortable with you and really lets himself be fully vulnerable and open to you, he’s actually really really good at it. it still sounds just a little formal, but in an endearing and sexy way

he loves to tell you how sexy you are, how beautiful you look, how well you’re taking him, how good you feel

this man def has a degradation kink (specifically with intelligence)

like he doesn’t even really realize it himself until one time he’s testing out his newest toy on you and he asks you how it feels and you can’t even string together a coherent thought, much less a sentence, and he notices and starts asking more and more questions just to see you struggle to think of a response

and then he’s putting the toy down and going absolutely feral on you, pounding into you and saying that you’re just a cock dumb slut, that you’re so desperate and horny for him you can’t even think, that it’s so easy to just just absolute filth and he’s so condescending and arrogant about it

you both finish almost synchronously and after the aftershocks have passed and you’ve caught your breath, the two of you can’t help giggling a little bit as you comment that you weren’t expecting that to be as hot as it was, and he agrees

and omg if you uno reverse card it and do the same thing to him? he’s a fucking mess

like you’ve been torturously edging him, and every time you get him to the brink you ask him some sort of complex mathematical question or something, and he’s so wrecked he can’t spit the answer out so you say something like “aww i guess you’re not as smart as i thought, that’s ok baby at least you’re still pretty”. he’s a whining, shaking mess by the time you let him cum

(once he pulls himself together he definitely gets you back for it too)

also i think tech really really likes to leave hickeys on you exactly in the most precarious places. like he knows the exact measurements of where your clothes cover your skin and he loves to leave marks like right on the edge so that it’s mostly hidden but if anything shifts it’s visible

if any of the the other boys notice and tease you, he gets the most smug little grin on his face. once you have a second to yourselves, he saunters over to you and apologizes, but you know he’s happy to remind everyone that you’re his

overall i am just so fucking horny for this man like i just know tech is a phenomenal lover, he’s so focused on you and is just so good at all of it i would give anything to take him to pound town

[cryptidofthekeys]

Precious Friendo Chase!

Made up fic title = Cold day in the sun

<3 - Mitch

(Part of me tried to fight myself from latching onto a certain animatronic boyo bc it feels... mm predictable but uh ...Lotta good that did,, also thats a damn good title, a banger

...also for context bc uh this won’t make any sense otherwise, its basically gonna be a domestic fluffy life with the animatronic OUTSIDE the pizzaplex)

~Cold Day In The Sun~

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of fire

@kayfabebabe

I forgot to tag you for a sec oop

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You casually walked into the living room, passing and trying to make it into the kitchen to make yourself some coffee before you blinked and did a double take as you peered back into the living room, there, out the window you saw Sunny, he was standing there, seemingly looking up toward the sky, he looked absolutely enamored with whatever he was seeing which made you raise a brow, you got curious, usually Sun was the one to wake you up, in fact he woke you up rather early on most days, and if you didn’t show any intentions of getting up then he said he’d go ahead and start making you breakfast which usually shot you out of bed immediately, you... You would NEVER and you meant EVER again let Sun near any kind of cooking, n... Not after... The Cooking Incident of 22... You shuddered upon remembering that day, the thoughts brought horrors upon you of which the likes you’ve never seen before so you quickly shook your head to dismiss them.

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Before going outside to check on Sun since he seemed to be doing fine, he wasn’t running ...Er... Skipping off anywhere, and you had checked, a few times even while getting your coffee ready, he just stood there, looking absolutely fascinated up at the sky, you wondered what enamored him so much out there, after finally getting your coffee finished, you quickly poured some into a mug and then casually made your way outside, taking a sip of your coffee as you stepped out onto the front porch, you cringed a little upon feeling the cold wind against your face, well... Coffee be damned you supposed, so much for being warm, either way as Sun heard the front door open, he immediately spun his head all the way around, his body still staying in the same position, back faced toward you ...Okay, that was one thing you honestly didn’t think you could ever get used to but you tried not to focus on it, instead you smiled “Morning Sunny” You were still a bit tired but the coffee would be sure to help you.

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The animatronic meanwhile was ever so cheerful, like he usually was, his rays spun around rapidly and his grin widened “Oh! Good morning my little sunbeam~! I hope you slept well! I saw you looked exhausted last night so I figured I would let you sleep in late! Granted you missed a beautiful sunrise but I just couldn’t bring myself to wake you” You smiled at that and chuckled even, taking a sip of your coffee before responding “Mm... I see the sun everyday you know, in my own house, you are my sunrise pretty much, considering how you wake me up at that time usually” Sun’s face was tinted red but he giggled nonetheless “I suppose you’re right, I am your little ray of sunshine, aren’t I?” You looked him up and down before sighing “...Well uh, I-I don’t know if little is the right term to use...” ...Sun was by no means little but he was taller than most humans anyways, he was literally ten foot (...listen i k n o w he has no canon height but i love tall animatronic lads so shush) so he towered over you and pretty much everyone around!

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Sun nodded at that “A-Ah... I suppose you... ARE correct, sunbeam... Either way, I’m still your ray of sunshine~!” He exclaimed happily and you nodded at that, a small smile gracing your lips “What’cha lookin’ at by the way?” Sunny seemed excited that you had asked that and he pointed up to the sun ...The LITERAL sun mind you, you couldn’t necessarily look at where he was pointing for too long but you got the general gist of it and you sighed “...You’ve seen the sun so many times now, you’re still that amazed by it?” Sunny nodded enthusiastically “Of course I am! I mean... I-I know I’ve seen the sun multiple times by now, just like Moon has seen, well... The moon multiple times now but honestly? I don’t think we’ll ever get tired of it!” He admitted and then you thought back, after rescuing Sun and Moon from that terrible fire that burnt and closed down The Mega Pizzaplex, it made you realize... The first time you brought them home, they knew absolutely NOTHING outside of the Pizzaplex, nothing outside of the Daycare... They had never seen the actual sun, moon, nor even stars before.

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This made you recall in fact, the very FIRST moment Sunny saw the actual sun, he was so enamored by it even back then, you remembered him asking over hundreds and hundreds of questions about it alone, and then... The first time Moon saw the actual moon, he said nothing unlike Sun, he stared up at it with a sense of appreciation almost, sure he had been upset just like the other about the Pizzaplex burning down but in a strange way, there was this weird sort of appreciation for it as well, after all... Had it not been for the fire as horrible as it may have been, they would have never gotten to live the life their living now, they would have never been able to see the sun, the moon, and the stars alike... ...They wouldn’t be able to spend moments like these with you, Moon loved seeing the actual stars and moon itself, just like Sun did with well... You know by this point, he didn’t ask as many questions but he was merely appreciating something in his own form, he appreciated things more silently than Sun did.

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You remembered feeling sorry for them, not only for the fire that happened obviously but... You felt sorry for the both of them not being able to live life to the fullest, granted, their form of life and a human’s form of life is DRASTICALLY different, it is still life... And you really began to realize when they were both so confused on so many fronts, so nervous, so scared at first... You began to realize just how little they knew of the outside world, ever since then you had promised these boys that you would show them anything they wanted, so long as it was in your power, you would give them a proper life, one outside of the Pizzaplex, one outside of the Daycare, you made that very clear to them, they were not prisoners, they were not trapped within the confines of your home, they could wander as much as they wanted, the only thing you advised is to not wander until their batteries were completely drained which even THEY agreed on that front, but likewise, they were free to come and go as they pleased.

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“Sunshine?” You blinked, getting jolted out of your thoughts when a hand fell upon your shoulder, this made Sun’s rays shrink a little “O-Oh! I’m so sorry! I-I-I... I didn’t mean to startle you! It’s just... O-Oh my...” You looked up at him, confused... His blue pupils stared down at you with much concern and then you realized, since you weren’t lost in your thoughts and memories anymore... You were shivering, and badly at that, your coffee had even grown cold and you cringed at the feeling now that you were aware of it “O-Oh jeez... I-It’s uh... It’s really cold... E-Even with the sun itself out h-huh...” Sunny nodded, before you knew it he pulled you close, grabbing your mug and setting it on the rail “...The actual sun itself may not be providing you warmth, but... I can~” He cooed, and then before you know it, you felt his body heating up, you remembered... He had a heating function, Moon did too obviously... They used it to help with sick children or when they got too cold in general, also it gave a sense of comfort despite them being metal, to feel warmth as if they were human... ...And it DEFINITELY gave you comfort, you practically melted into Sun’s arms upon feeling the heat.

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Snuggling up to him as far as you could, he chuckled at this, his arms wrapped around you in a toon-like fashion it seemed, he kept you close, his warmth far outweighing the chill in the air and you smiled at this “Mm... Th-Thank you, Sunny...” Sun’s rays spun happily and he smiled, softly stroking your hair with his hand “No problem my little sunbeam, c’mon, let’s get you inside... I’ll be your warmth on this cold day in the sun” You somewhat chuckled at how silly that last bit sounded but you definitely didn’t mind, you let him scoop you up bridal style and carry you inside, yeah... You definitely didn’t mind Sun keeping you warm throughout the cold day ...And uh, you’d go back and get your mug from outside later, for now... You simply wanted to lay there in the other’s arms, in a warm blissful embrace.

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(FHJGKDLGHJFD- i need to s t o p,, right now,, while im ahead, a cheesy title drop even- I went above and beyond to include the title in the story itself,, even if it sounded silly n dumb but uh I had fun writing this,, I’m very glad i ended up choosing Sun for the muse here,, losing the fight with myself this once was worth it lmao)

[weebswrites]

Hello! You probably have a lot of requests right now so I apologize for adding on to it.

Would it be possible to request the brothers (+Solomon) comforting an MC that’s just super stressed with school and just life?

Recently, school for me has been..to say the least, mentally exhausting and there are just countless nights of crying or pulling all nighters cause I’m so behind (2nd quarter cause I started school rather late, it’s complicated). I’m so sorry for ranting about this. But yeah could I just request it to be super fluffy? If you end up writing this, thank you so much! Stay safe <3

The Demon Bros & Undatables: Comforting a Stressed MC

Lucifer

• He wasn’t sure how to comfort you when you first arrived in the devildom, but after a few weeks spending time together he picked up your comfort activities and items

• So when he heard you crying in your room late one night, a night he knew was the night before a big exam you’d been studying like crazy for, he knew what to do

• He went to the kitchen and grabbed a comfort snack and your favorite drink, stopping by his room to get a blanket that smelled like him before gently opening the door to your room

• You sniffled and wiped your face, turning to see who it was

• “Lucifer, hey. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up”

• “You didn’t, my love. Here” he wrapped the blanket over your shoulders and placed the kitchen Items on your desk, close enough for you to reach them but far enough if you couldn’t eat then you wouldn’t feel forced. He then walked to your bed and grabbed your favorite stuffed animal, placing it in your lap and kissing the top of your head

• “What can I do to help” his voice was soft, and the two of you spent the night cuddled in bed, sitting against the wall as he quizzed you on facts until you both fell asleep (he set an alarm so you wouldn’t miss your exam, don’t worry)

Mammon

• Gift-giving love language, despite his constant urge to sell your things

• So whenever you’re stressed over schoolwork, he picks up an extra shift at Hell’s Kitchen (secretly) and brings you a coffee / your energy drink of choice and a little trinket he saw that made him think of you

• Your desk has accumulated quite a pile of these little gifts, and when you look up at them it fills you with a familiar warmth that only his affection can give you

•  He has the best timing with these too, whenever you feel yourself getting overly frustrated you hear a knock at your door or see your D.D.D. screen light up with a text from him

• He also gives incredible shoulder massages? You had no idea, but when you’re hunched over one night and feel his hands straighten your back and start kneading the sore muscles in your neck you swear your soul left your body

Leviathan

• He’s a great listener and will let you vent to him any time, anywhere

• He doesn't sleep much anyway, so when you text one night that you’re coming over because you need to blow off steam he likes the message and prepares a blanket and stuffed animal for you to squeeze

• Bonus: he got a stuffed animal just for you to take your anger out on, a little bit so you wouldn’t squeeze one of his Ruri-chans, but also because he loves you

• He greets you with a hug, every time. Nights that you were especially fed up you’d collapse in his arms, crying or yelling or anything to just get the frustration out

• He holds you close and once you get it all out he whispers words of affirmation in your ear, always knowing exactly what to say to comfort you

Satan

• If anyone knows how to relax, it’s Satan

• So whenever you need to cool down you head to your favorite brother’s room (or the library. usually the library.) to seek refuge from your work

• The two of you are like soulmates, so whenever he sees you he can instantly tell how you’re feeling and what you need

• And no matter what it was, a hug or space to just be alone or literally anything, this man will get it for you

• He helps you study a lot too, the two of you worked well together so having him quiz you or help you come up with ways to remember things always made you feel more confident about what you were learning

Asmodeus

• Will draw you a warm bath whenever you’re too overworked, filling it with soap of your favorite scent and lighting a few candles for around the tub

• He gives you space if you need it, but if you want to keep studying from the comfort of the bath he’ll help you

• Unless he notices that you’re too overwhelmed and working yourself past exhaustion. Then, he bans you from studying while you’re together (which he promises won’t be long, but he always makes sure it’s long enough for you to rest)

• Pulls out all the stops to make you feel the comfort you need and deserve, even giving you a gentle scalp massage as you fight off falling asleep in the tub

Beelzebub

• Food is the way to his heart, but he understands that isn’t the same for everyone

• So he takes time to learn about what things make you happy, what things to avoid, and more

• When you drag yourself to his room late at night, exhausted from studying late and crawl under the covers with him, he knows what will help you

• He kisses the back of your head while pulling your body softly against his, and hums one of your favorite songs from the human world until you’re asleep

• You wake up the next day together, and he treats you to whatever you want for breakfast, making sure you eat enough to fuel your body for the day

Belphegor

• Knows the power of a nap better than anyone

• So when your head is falling over your textbook, he doesn’t hesitate to pick you up and carry you to bed

• “Belphie! No, I need to study. I’m good I promise” you reassure him, but the yawn that follows instantly negates everything you’d said

• “Sure, MC. Then for me, let’s nap together. It’ll be so nice” he lays you in bed and cuddles you, “all warm and comfy in bed, how can you not love this” but you can’t even respond because you’re already asleep

Diavolo

• mfer would just excuse you from the class /hj

• But if he couldn’t, he’d take you to his office and pamper you with anything you wanted

• Or if you just wanted to collapse in his bed and sleep for more hours than he thought was possible for a human to sleep, he’d absolutely let you

• Anything at all for his favorite human

Barbatos

• Knows how to comfort Diavolo, but when it comes to humans at first he doesn’t know what to do

• So you tell him what you need when you’re drained, and he remembers

• You knock on his door late one night, mid-yawn as he opens the door

• He wraps your tired body in a warm blanket, fresh from the dryer, and pulls up your comfort show. He turns on your favorite episode and snuggles next to you on the couch

• “Let me know if you need anything, MC. I’m here”

• “Thank you, Barbatos”

Solomon

• Like Levi, he’s an amazing listener. So whenever you need him to be there, he’s listening actively and making sure you know your frustrations are heard

• But he’s also good with distracting you from your studies, so sometimes you take a break to watch a movie the two of you had been meaning to watch for a while, or get lunch somewhere

• You get to pick, unless you want him to, and no matter what you do he makes sure you completely forget about the books waiting for you back home

• Lets you sleep in his room whenever you want, and most exam weeks you basically move into his room. It’s a win win situation, he gets to spend time with you and make sure you’re giving your body what it needs, and you get a home away from home to study in (and the company of your favorite human)

Simeon

• When you need a break from your studies, Simeon will read you a bit from whatever writing he’s working on

• His voice is possibly the most comforting thing in the world to you, and hearing him tell stories he’s written just for you gives you a sense of comfort that could cure anything

• If not that, then the two of you hop in bed and turn on whatever you want to watch to take your mind off your studies

• But your favorite thing to do was to tackle him into bed and cuddle, tangled together and just talking about anything and everything that wasn’t school

Luke

• You bake something together or go to the park, or anything really

• As long as it’s fun and lighthearted, and with Luke, you know he’ll bring a smile to your face and help you forget about your stress for a bit

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A/N: Thank you for sending this in anon, and dw abt ranting <3 If you ever need to get it all out feel free to send me a message or anon ask and I’ll just delete it or whatever you’d prefer. I’ve been super drained recently as well so writing this was really therapeutic :’) I hope you’re having a good day so far and that this helps you feel better

Also sorry if some of these were shorter than others, I too am struggling with burnout