#also like... i have noticed that i very rarely get crushes anymore i think because i've realized im somewhere on the aro spectrum and have

[omni-scient-pan-da]

So uhh continuing off of this post but separately because that one was getting kinda long and also the topic has slightly changed-

This is like... Gotta be the 10th time Tall Boy has come up to me to talk to me about something completely random

Maybe he's just really friendly? Maybe he does this to everyone? He's also the only person that consistently responds to my messages in the group chat which makes me feel appreciated

I sent out a thing talking about how I hope everyone got some rest and that we all had a great show tonight and Tall Boy responded like... Immediately as per usual

And then also came up to me at the post show dinner and started talking about random things

And then our choir director put us next to each other in choir so now I sit directly beside him and he'll make random small talk to me when I don't think we've ever said two sentences to each other before September

So uhhh yeah do with that information what you will because I sure as hell don't know what to do with it

[piperlivingdeliberately]

Blushing, Crushing, and Totally F*cked! Part III

Summary: Reader finally gets totally f*cked! Final Part!!!

Part I: https://www.tumblr.com/piperlivingdeliberately/731031070307401728/blushing-crushing-and-totally-fcked?source=share

Part II: https://www.tumblr.com/piperlivingdeliberately/731124314601062400/blushing-crushing-and-totally-fcked-part-ii?source=share

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI! Awkward, giggly, wholesome sex because they’re both cute little losers, fingering (r! receiving), tit play (both receiving), oral (r! receiving), scissoring, top!hazel, swearing, mostly just cute fluffy first time sex!

“Fuck,” was all you could think to say to your reflection in the mirror as you stared at the deep purple hickey on your neck. “Fuck,” you repeated, remembering that you had to be at school in less than forty minutes. “FUCK!” you shouted once more, realizing that all of your friends would also be at school, and being the nosy freaks they are, they would not be stopped until they knew who had marked you up. 

Hazel. Oh, God, Hazel. Every time you touched the bruise, you swore you could still feel the ghost of her lips and teeth against your sensitive skin. You had fallen asleep so quickly the night before, exhausted from just a short makeout session. When you woke up, you had an internal debate about whether or not it had all been a dream. It was too good to be true, right? 

The purple that Hazel had painted on your neck said “wrong”. 

… 

Relief flooded you when you realized that Hazel was the first of your friends to arrive to Mr. G’s class. Her perky smile greeted you as you sat beside her. 

“Hi,” she said awkwardly, the greeting a bit late considering that she had already been staring at you for twenty seconds. 

“Hi,” you returned. Nervous laughter floated between the two of you. 

“So, I was thinking that you could come over tonight after school,” Hazel began, words stumbling out faster than she could properly form them. “I know it’s short notice so it’s cool if you want to go home first and get your stuff. Or it’s totally cool if you don’t want to come anymore! I would totally understand and not care–” 

“Hazel,” you cut her off. “I would be happy to come over tonight. I’ll need to run back to my house to get ready, but I’ll text you when I’m on my way. ” 

“Oh,” she exhaled, eyeing her own hands in her lap. “Great. Perfect.” 

With Hazel’s eyes on her lap, you finally looked away from her. Of course, just your luck, you were met with the wide-eyed stares of Josie and PJ standing above you. 

“Hey, guys,” you said flatly, waiting patiently for PJ’s flagrant comments to begin. 

“Hey to you two, as well,” Josie said formally. Her voice was almost squeaky, like a balloon trying not to let out too much air. 

“PJ, you’re awfully quiet this morning,” you prodded. It was true. You hadn’t even thought she would last a second seeing you and Hazel so blatantly ogling each other. 

“I have nothing to say this morning,” she retorted, jaw clenched in frustration or concentration, you weren’t sure. You flicked your eyes to Hazel, who had started to notice your friends’ obvious self-restraint. She held her ringed hand up to her mouth to hide her smile. 

“How strange,” Hazel joined in on the game. “It’s very, very rare that you have nothing to say, isn’t it PJ?” 

“I suppose,” PJ replied. 

“So you really have nothing on your mind?” you questioned her. “There’s really not a single thing that might be on the tip of your tongue?” You watched her eyes light up like a kid on Christmas when you moved your hair to the side, deliberately exposing your hickey. 

“Oh my fucking God!” PJ pointed at your neck. “I knew it! I fucking knew it! I told you, Josie!” 

Josie simply stared in silent admiration, allowing her best friend to make herself look like an idiot as she jumped up and down. “Yes, PJ. You did tell me. How could you ever have guessed?” Sarcasm coated her voice. 

“So, who’s the top?” PJ asked, and was thankfully cut off by the beginning of Mr. G’s lecture. 

You were nearly able to focus entirely on class until you felt Hazel’s breath as she whispered softly against your ear. “Did I give you that?” She jutted her chin out at your bruise. You almost laughed before you realized that she was genuinely asking. You simply nodded at her, unable to contain your smile when she flushed from her forehead to her neck. 

A sudden flash of bravery came over you as you watched her blush, so you leaned into her. “I wouldn’t want anyone else in the world to give me that.” She shivered at the whisper, eyes locked on yours from the moment you had said it to the moment the bell rang. You blew her a kiss–a painfully chaste gesture compared to your previous actions–and bounded out of the room as if nothing had happened. Hazel was dumbfounded and couldn’t stop staring at the door until PJ clapped her on the shoulder. 

“Good luck with that, champ,” she taunted, prompting Hazel to finally get up from her seat. “Tell us where you put the next hickey after tonight!” Hazel’s middle finger waved goodbye to PJ, because she couldn’t be bothered to think about doing anything else with her hands that didn’t involve you. 

… 

Despite her one-track mind earlier in the day, Hazel could do nothing with her hands but hold them awkwardly behind her back as she welcomed you into her home that night. 

“Hi, Haze,” you started, sensing her nerves. “Cute jammies,” you complimented the baggy blue and black flannel pajamas she wore. You framed it like a joke, but you were just trying to distract yourself from how sexy she looked in the black sports bra that scarcely covered her top half. 

“Shut up,” she laughed, clearly not sensing your thoughts. “You, on the other hand, actually do look cute.” She grew a bit bolder and placed her hand on the small of your back, fiddling with the hem of your bunny-print PJ pants. 

“Why are you acting so surprised that I look cute?” you feigned offense, clutching your hand to your chest. “Is it so shocking that I could look good?” 

“What?” Hazel nearly fell over her own feet. “You always look cute! You are quite literally the cutest, most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I would never–” 

You cut off her rambling with a deep kiss. You hadn’t planned on making your move so early in the evening, but something about those compliments hit a deep spot inside you. “I was just kidding, Haze,” you whispered against her mouth, punctuating the sentence with another quick press to her lips. 

“I like it when you call me that,” she whispered back, pulling away to move a stray piece of hair out of your face. She began turning her head in all directions, taking in the foyer as if she hadn’t seen it thousands of times. “Holy shit. We didn’t even make it past the entryway.” You erupted into laughter, grasping her arms as you caught your breath. She took the opportunity to grab one of your hands and wordlessly led you to her room. 

Hazel closed the door behind her, turning around to see you facing her expectantly. She didn’t waste a second before grabbing your face and kissing you again, so impatient for you. Realizing she should have at least brought you to the bed first, she giggled as she gently pushed you in the right direction. She laid you down softly against her pillows before climbing on top of you. 

Every second that she stared into your eyes, you felt the butterflies in your stomach multiply. You pulled her in by the collar of her shirt, disappointed when she only offered you a short, closed-mouth kiss. Her deep blue eyes bore into yours once again, grinning almost mischievously before she dove into your neck. 

You moaned as her tongue flicked out against the hickey she had already created, whining when she created a friend for it on the other side of your neck. She trailed her kisses down lower until she reached the top of your camisole. 

“Can I?” she asked, breaths already growing heavy. You only nodded, not confident in your ability to speak properly at the moment. 

“Use your words for me,” Hazel said, her voice a low depth that you had never heard before. 

“Yes, Hazel,” you gasped. “Yes.” You were grateful that she didn’t taunt you for your desperation and instead just pulled your shirt down enough for her to kiss down to your nipple. She waved her tongue around the bud, circling it before taking it between her lips. The gentle sucking motions had you arching your back into her. She pressed her face into your cleavage as she made her way to your other tit. She played with the nipple that had just been in her mouth, pulling soft sounds from you as she rolled it between her fingers. 

“You sound so pretty, baby.” You moaned in response and began tugging your shirt over your head. Hazel jerked back in surprise. “Oh, getting impatient, huh?” she teased. You would have laughed, but you were too busy trying not to shrink under her penetrating gaze as she stared at your tits. It felt like minutes before she finally looked back at your eyes, asking, “Do you even know how fucking sexy you are?” Then you did laugh, covering your face with your hands. 

“Stop it.” You blushed behind the blanket of your palms. Your quiet giggles turned into a gasp when you felt Hazel pry your hands away from you. 

“I mean it.” You almost felt like she was scolding you. “You are so unbelievably perfect.” 

“Thank you.” You genuinely meant it, trying to convey your appreciation through your eyes. Feeling needy and nervous again, you distracted yourself by running your hands up and down her back. You eventually felt brave enough to begin pulling at her sports bra. She understood your silent command and removed it, her breasts hanging over your face tantalizingly. 

She must have finally understood how you felt in your earlier position, because she laughed shyly and fell into your shoulder so that you couldn’t stare. 

“Nope,” you said. “Come here, baby.” She climbed up your body further, red-faced and avoiding your gaze. She couldn’t help but look at you again after you took her left nipple into your mouth. 

“God,” she uttered in shock, rolling her hips into yours. You whimpered against her chest, urging her to gyrate even faster. “Fuck.” She pulled her tits away from your mouth, giggling at the pout that had formed on your face. “This okay?” she asked, her finger now playing with your waistband. Your pouty lip quickly transformed into a grin while you helped Hazel remove your shorts and panties. 

You felt yourself grow wetter with every kiss that Hazel placed on her journey down. When she finally reached the spot between your legs, she started planting kisses even lower, sucking into the plush flesh of your thighs. She looked up at you once more, silently confirming that she had your consent. 

“Please,” you whined, and she didn’t hesitate. 

Hazel licked a long, slow stripe from your slit to your clit, refusing to break eye contact as she watched you squirm. When she reached your most sensitive spot, she clamped her lips around it, flicking her tongue out to tease your clit. She reveled in your moans that grew louder with every lick. Every minute that passed, the coil in your stomach tightened more and more. You gasped out praises and shouts of her name when she began fucking you with her tongue. 

You almost dragged her back down by her hair when she emerged from between your thighs, grinning face covered in slick and spit. She hovered over you once more, but this time her finger danced around your entrance. 

“Let me know if it’s too much, okay?” she asked. 

“Mmhmm,” you sighed, pushing your hips downward to try to meet her in the middle. At the same time that she smashed her mouth against yours, she slipped one finger into your soaking pussy, gasping against your lips. 

“Fuck,” she groaned. “You’re so wet for me, baby.” She sat back a bit to watch her fingers as they disappeared inside of you. She was only released from the trance when you pulled her in by the back of her neck and forced your tongue into her mouth. 

The kiss was messy and sticky and tasted overwhelmingly of your own juices. You didn’t care about being reserved or self-conscious about your kissing skills when Hazel’s fingers were so perfectly curling into that spongy spot that made your back arch. You moved your hands from her hair to scratch red streaks down her back with her nails, only stopping when her guttural moan made you realize something. 

She had been grinding against the mattress searching for her own pleasure this whole time. 

“Hazel,” you called to her between kisses. She pressed her forehead to yours and waited for your request. “I want you.” 

“You already have me, beautiful.” She kissed your cheek softly. “I’m all yours.” 

“I want you on me, Haze.” Your pleads finally made sense to her and she began frantically undressing her lower half. She was completely naked on top of you in seconds. The skin-to-skin contact had you reeling for her. She hooked her right leg over your left, tentatively floating above you. Making sure she had your attention, she grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to meet her eyes as she sank herself onto you. 

You moaned in unison as she began grinding her wetness onto yours. You rose slightly, using her thigh to give you leverage to pull yourself against her. It took you a moment to find your rhythm with each other, but once you did, sounds of pleasure bounced around the room. 

That familiar feeling began to reach you again, and Hazel could tell from the way your moans transformed into whimpers and quiet whines of her name. 

“You’re doing so good, pretty girl,” she cooed as she stroked your breast. “So good for me.” 

“Holy– Haze, fuck!” You were so thankful that her mother was away, since you were shamelessly yelling at this point. “I’m so close, babe.” 

“You can do it, sweetheart,” she urged you on, speeding up her hips as she neared her own end. “Cum with me.” Not a minute passed before you were heeding Hazel’s gentle command, moans cut off by the waves of pleasure that coursed through you. Hazel brushed your hair out of your face, uttering praises and giving you a break before she continued to use your slick to ride out her own orgasm. The overstimulation didn’t last long, for Hazel had been close to finishing just from hearing you moan her name. 

Her hips stuttered on top of yours until she collapsed back onto the bed. Her body was folded in half, her legs outstretched awkwardly. 

“Comfy, Haze?” you joked, laughing as she shook her head and repositioned herself beside you. 

“Oh, my god.” She stared at the ceiling, then at you with wide eyes. “I just fucked you.” 

“That you did.” You giggled at her disbelief as you kissed her cheek. “And you did it very well.” 

The praise made her blush. She buried her glistening face in your neck, wrapping her arms around your still naked torso. 

“So,” she began, still hiding her face due to nerves. “Are you my girlfriend now?” 

“I better be after that,” you said. You laughed together for a minute before urging her to look at you. “I would love to be your girlfriend, Hazel Callahan.” 

And so you were. 

[pedrosdameron]

Treat You Right || Joel Miller x f!reader

Description: When you and Joel get into an argument, your first instinct is to shut down and cry. Joel shows you how to come back to life in a very sinful way.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Porn with very little plot, Angst, reader has a bipolar disorder (unspecified), mental health issues talks, mention of medication, reader flinches when he moves once, arguing, hurt/comfort, slight dissociation, established (kind of toxic) relationship, unspecified age gap, unprotected piv (come on, you know the drill), oral m and f receiving, ruined orgasm, multiple orgasms, cumshots, aftercare, comforting!Joel, daddy kink, use of pet names, no use of y/n, reader uses she/her and is afab but has no physical descriptors 

Word count: 2.6k

Recommended song(s): Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood

Crush - Danny Fischer

I Hope You Understand - Del Water Gap

Still Don’t Know My Name - Labrinth

Note(s): Hi everyone!! I'm so nervous to post this. This is my FIRST Joel x reader fic and one of my first rare attempts at second person, first tense so I'm sorry if there are mistakes. I also rarely write smut! I wrote this as a vent piece and I hope you like it or it can help you. Enjoy and follow my main blog: @delliestattoo

The sound of the rain splattering against your living room window is nothing compared to the harshness of his tone. Joel’s yelling at you, finger raised and pointed with that same, sly smirk on his face; he knows what he’s doing, he’s making you weak.

And not in the good way.

You can feel tears threatening to spill over your waterline, fresh and hot and not at all helpful to the situation. You want to speak, you want to scream, you want to yell right back at him; but you find yourself completely mute, barely even able to process the words he’s throwing at you. He doesn’t get like this often - the first time was when you brought up Sarah the first time, and the only other time was when you threatened to leave him; but those times were both understandable now, sole misunderstandings that you had caused. 

This time, however, was honestly just stupid. You two had been arguing about where to go for dinner, and he called you indecisive, which your brain translated to immature and here you were. 

“J-Joel,” you whisper, though you know he can’t hear you. He’s still shouting, and you know you have to do something. You have to say something. You have to get out of this.

“Joel,” you say again, louder this time, “P-Please -” you stop yourself from continuing, bowing your head with a muffled sigh. You didn’t want to argue anymore, you didn’t want to fight. 

You just wanted him to stop yelling at you.

Silently, the tears begin to fall, and it quickly turns to broken sobbing, a hand covering your mouth to try and stay quiet. Quiet - which is what Joel is now, silent and staring at you while you try to compose yourself. You know he’s hating himself for the screaming, but you know you deserve it, and you think deep down he does, too.

“I’m s-sorry,” you manage to stutter, and you glance up at him, and that’s when you notice Joel has gone not only silent, but also still, his face completely changed from the moment before. You’re puzzled for a moment, unsure of how to proceed, when he walks towards you. 

On instinct, you flinch.

“Joel-?” It’s more of a question than a statement, because now you’re just confused, though your tense body relaxes underneath his touch, his calloused and rough hands reaching for your shoulders, fingers dragging down your arm, and despite being relaxed, you freeze. You don’t know what he’s doing, and all you can do is look up at him with unsure, teary eyes, as a few tears still fall.

“Oh, baby, -” Joel says then, and you blink, mouth suddenly dry with a sense of something else entirely. Suddenly, you’re not crying anymore. 

Everything’s fine. He’s talking to you. He’s looking at you and touching you and he has that sweet, thick southern accent - everything seems okay now; and you know it may only be for a moment, and you know you missed your medication this morning, but it’s okay now.

“Darlin’,” Joel begins, and you know this is about to be good, “Why’s my pretty girl cryin’ like that? Come on now, chin up for me,” he says, and you obey, raising your chin and wiping your tears. You have the sudden urge to call him daddy - the way he’s looking at you, the way he was yelling at you. It fits. It fits so well and so would he. 

“That’s my girl,” Joel praises, and you feel your mood shift, already having gone from upset to nonchalant; but now it’s something different, now it’s a yearning you know only the man in front of you can fulfill. 

“Joel-” you huff, biting your lip. You don’t know what to say to him to make him understand what you need now. 

What if he wasn’t interested? What if he didn’t want you? What if he was just trying to fix what he had started?

“What is it, pretty girl?” he whispers then, and you feel your core burn hot. You want to sit down, but there’s nowhere to go, nowhere but his arms. You feel mute again, silenced, but then Joel rubs your arms again and you’re fully there.

“Need you, daddy,” you mutter, and your pussy throbs with want, with need. You need him to kiss you, to put his mouth on your neck; and you want him to shove you against a wall, throw you around, praise and degrade you at once. He’s staring deep into your eyes, like he’s trying to decide whether he wants to give in, and you open your mouth to say something but…

You’re cut off by movement, his hands falling from your arms down to your hips, and fuck, fuck, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Goddamnit, Joel,” you curse, though you’re sure he knows you don’t mean anything by it. You grunt, moving backwards, and pull your blouse over the top of your head with ease. The remainder of your clothing consists of your black biker shorts and a black, lace bra that you know damn well Joel wouldn’t be able to take his eyes - or hands - off of. 

“Goddamn, you,” Joel grunts back, and just like you thought, his hands are immediately on you, fingers laced underneath the hem of your bra like he wants it off already. You smirk. The tears on your face have dried, and you no longer have bloodshot eyes, no, now they’re full of lust and longing that belongs to Joel and Joel only. “Need me already?” you ask teasingly, and you expect him to laugh, play it off like he usually does, but you’re met with a sudden force, throwing you up against the wall just like you had wanted. “Fuck, Joel,” you can’t help but moan, the force making your panties wet, heart skipping beats and core throbbing with a desperate need. “Joel,” you mutter, as you move to wrap your arms around his neck, “Please.”

He seems to understand what you want by the look on your face and the pleading sound to your begs, hands reaching around to undo your bra strap. You don’t have time for that - you move away from his hands, instead your body presses close against his and you can feel his cock hard in his jeans. “I wanna get you off,” you whisper, leaning close to his ear. Your hand moves down to cup his balls underneath the fabric and you give them a gentle squeeze, a gesture that was almost like asking for permission for you. Joel’s breath had already been heavy but now it had picked up, and his fingers were thumbing over your nipples, and you knew that was an okay.

You drop to your knees, not wasting any time with Joel’s belt. He helps you, and before he seems to know it your mouth is on his cock, lips wrapped tastefully around the tip as you bob your head back. His arm is hovering over your head, his hand pressed against the wall as he resists the urge to thrust his cock into your mouth; you know that’s what he’s thinking, because you’ve talked about it. 

And you want him to.

“Come on, daddy, fuck my mouth,” you say, as you pull away for a moment to spit. You take his cock whole, and Joel cries out, hips moving to fuck your mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head, mouth dripping with saliva and pre-cum as he fucks into you. Your panties have to be fucking soaked by now, you’re so needy, you’re grinding down into nothing. There’s no sound in the room except for the wet slapping sounds of Joel’s balls against your cheeks and you don’t mind it one bit, muffled and strangled heavy breaths coming from your end and rough, heavy grunts from Joel’s. 

He’s getting close, you can tell by the way he’s breathing now; you’d been together for so long you had gotten accustomed to every sound. “That’s enough,” you say, voice hoarse now, as you pull away from his cock, which still thrusts towards you even after the loss. He’s not saying anything, and you know he’s pissed, but you know that would just make him fuck you better.

“Come on, daddy,” you murmur, your legs moving to stand, “Come fuck me.”

The two of you manage to make it to the bed, but you don’t manage to make it much farther. Joel’s got his hands on you again, and you can see the remorse from earlier reflected in his eyes, but you see way more lust. He throws you down onto the mattress and you let out a soft sigh, body going pliant. This is what you wanted, what you seemed to have needed. You just needed a man to throw you around and fuck you right. Treat you right.

You don’t bother helping him with your pants. He makes quick work of ripping them off of you, revealing your matching black, lace panties, and the sound he makes upon sight of them is comparable to a wolf’s snarl. 

“Like what you see?” you ask, smirking as you position yourself for missionary - it was your favorite position, your go-to, and if you were being honest, you needed the honest connection right now. You needed to really feel him make love to you.

“‘Course I do, pretty girl,” Joel confirms, pulling his own shirt over his head. He’s completely naked now, and you feel overdressed. You shimmy your hips. “Take ‘em off me, daddy,” you purr, and Joel can’t resist you, diving for your cunt. You scream and fall back, a laugh falling from your lips as he drags your panties down to your ankles and then off fully. You can’t even take a breath before he’s got his mouth on you - and he’s eating you real good, tongue flicking up and down and swirling around your clit in perfect motions. It’s not often he does this, either; Joel never really seems to enjoy it, but right now he’s all in. You’re left wondering if he’s even breathing while his tongue attacks your pussy. Your back arches and you feel an orgasm approaching, and it’s coming up fast, your breathing now labored and your hips bucking up into his mouth for more, more friction, more anything.

You need his cock. You need it deep, nestled inside of you, holding you together.

“J-Joel,” you pant, a hand reaching down for his hair. You try to pull him off of you, but Joel only presses his face deeper into your cunt, leaving you breathless and out of energy. Your core is burning hot, ready to cum, and you need to. You need to release. You need it so bad.

“Fuck, fuck - gonna cum,” you manage to mutter, pulling at his hair again. Joel’s lips wrap around your clit and he sucks, and you scream, your orgasm rippling through you at the speed of lightning. Joel doesn’t pull away, either; he helps you through it, licking your folds gently as you try and breathe, cunt twitching underneath his tongue. You still want his cock, more than anything now, and you feel tears welling up in your eyes again as he continues to stimulate you.

“Joel… p-please,” you whisper pleadingly, with another tug, “Please.” He pulls away then, looking up at you, and you swear you could see the devil in his eyes, he looked that sinful. His hair was messy, his chin dripping with your juices and lips red and puffy. You almost wanted to grab your phone and snap a photo, but you know he’d kill you.

The both of you take a minute to just breathe. Joel reaches to wipe his mouth before kissing you but you stop him and pull him forward anyways, wanting to taste yourself. “Need you to fuck me,” you whisper against his lips, the sickly sweet taste covering your tongue, “Need it, baby. Need you.”

Joel pulls away, only to look you in the eyes. “Need me that bad, darlin’?” 

You nod in desperation. Your eyes are filled with tears. All Joel does is let out a chuckle, and then he pushes you back down into the mattress. “Alright,” he mutters, “be a good girl for me and stay there, alright? Gonna fuck you nice and right,” he says, and you go pliant once again, body completely relaxed on the mattress. Your juices are flowing out of you and soaking the sheets but neither of you seem to care. They can always be washed.

Once you’re fully relaxed and ready, Joel climbs on top of you, and you instantly wrap your arms around him to bring him closer, his cock rubbing against the folds of your cunt. “Fuck,” the both of you say in unison, and then you both laugh a little, too. You’re always glad you can laugh with Joel in moments like these, serious or not. 

“That’s my girl,” Joel praises, his breath coming to a halt as he presses his cock into you slowly. The both of you adjust for a moment, and then you’re grabbing at any part of him you can reach. “Fuck me,” you beg, “Please, Joel. Fuck me.”

He obliges quickly, shifting his weight to his hands to begin thrusting his cock into you. It’s a quick pace, balls slapping against your thighs every other second, and you feel so fucking full. 

“Feels good,” you moan, “Feels - feels f-full, Joel.”

“Yeah? Fuck, darlin’, takin’ my cock so good,” Joel praises in return, and you feel your core start to heat up again and your heart swell. You’re going to cum again, and you’re probably going to do it quickly. 

“Harder,” you huff, fingers digging deep into Joel’s shoulders. He grunts at the pain but says nothing, allowing you to take hold of him. If anything, it spurs him on to fuck you harder. “Harder,” you repeat, throwing your head back, “I’m gonna fuck - I’m gonna fucking cum,” you warn him, moving your hand to reach down and rub at your clit quickly. You swirl your finger around the little sphere and cry out in pleasure, bucking your hips up to meet Joel’s pace. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” you cry, breathing strangled, and Joel didn’t even have his hands on your throat.

“Yeah? Come on, darlin’,” Joel pants, his own orgasm approaching, though his focus remained on you, “Come for me. Come for me, pretty girl. Come on this fucking cock.”

He doesn’t have to say it twice - only once and you’re crying out again, overwhelming pleasure taking over your whole body. You’re trembling underneath him as you cum, fingers digging deep into his shoulder, so hard it could possibly draw blood; and despite the pain, Joel enjoys it, and it floods his own orgasm through him, streams of his seed spurting into your pussy. You can feel him filling you up and it feels better than anything you could ever imagine, and you’re way too dreary now to care there was no condom.

“Did so good,” Joel praises, as he pulls his cock out of you, and you whine at the sudden loss. You find yourself reaching for him, but he’s already shifting to move off of the bed. “Where - where are you going?” you whisper, sadness taking hold of your voice; was he leaving?

“Nowhere, my sweet girl,” Joel whispers then, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, “Gonna get a towel, clean you up, ‘n we can lay together. Okay, baby?”

You can feel your eyes closing from exhaustion; between the fight and sex, you were beat. “Okay,” you whisper quietly, “Baby.”

DT: @swiftispunk @gracieispunk @ilyltm @darkroastjoel

[tinytinyblogs]

Seungmin In Love With You

Love

(n.) Giving the last piece of pizza no matter how much you want it.

Stray kids masterlist here

Seungmin loved quiet places. He loved being able to enjoy his day without anyone bothering him, and he loved being able to focus on the book that caught his attention. So he would spend his days in the library, his favorite spot being the corner. He immersed himself in the words of the book, savoring each one and pondering its meaning. He loved everything about it.

These days, he didn't even realize that his focus wasn't just on the book anymore. His eyes had caught you, and you were suddenly more interesting than the book. You were always there in the library, focusing on the book in your hand. Sometimes, you would mumble random things while you read, and he found that endearing.

Your face when you were focusing on the book was mesmerizing. You were so engrossed in the story that you didn't even seem to notice him there. He had his own book in his hand, but all he could do was stare at you. He didn't want to be a creep, but you were too cute to his eyes. He found himself having another spark in his heart. He had always been indifferent to everything, but now you had opened his heart more. He would still come to the library as usual, but now it was not only about the books. He would also come to see you, his crush.

Exam day had come, and the library was more crowded than usual. This was a little bit annoying for Seungmin, but he still went there. He walked to his usual place to sit, but his eyes couldn't see you anywhere. He wondered if you had decided not to come today.

He sighed, put his bag down, and opened the book on the table, trying to focus on the book he had not finished yet. "Can I sit here?" Seungmin looked up and his eyes met yours. "My usual seat is already taken," you said, pointing to your usual place. Seungmin quickly nodded his head and moved some unread books on the table to give you some space. You took a seat in front of him, and he wondered how he could focus on the book again when his crush was right in front of him.

He really couldn't focus. Having you closer made his heart pound a little too fast. You realized he was staring and looked up, and he moved awkwardly when you caught him staring. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Uhm, I... I always see you in this place, but we never really talk," he said. He could see you smiling at him, not at the book. "Yeah, I've seen you here every day. Sometimes I think we should really get to know each other since we seem to have the same interests."

Seungmin was now friends with his crush, you. He loved the way you spoke, the way you thought, and everything about you. He liked it when you would happily listen to him talk about his interests, because other people always judged him as a nerd. But you were different. You were kind, understanding, and you always made him feel comfortable. He took his baby steps to get closer to you each day, and he could feel himself falling for you more and more every day.

He learned about you too, and he loved getting to know you. You were so unique, and he was fascinated by your thoughts and interests. He loved the way you would talk about your favorite books, and he was always eager to hear about your latest discoveries. One day, you told him about a book that you had been wanting to read for a long time. It was a rare book, and it was very difficult to find. But Seungmin was determined to find it for you. Especially when he knew that your birthday was coming up soon, he wanted to give you the book so badly. He searched everywhere, online, in other bookstores, everywhere he could.

He spent his time outside of the library, going to every place he thought he could find the book. He was determined to get it for you, no matter how hard it would be. He imagined how happy you would be when you received your dream book. He wanted you to remember him while you were doing your favorite thing, reading.

His heart was beating so fast that he thought it might burst out of his chest. He had been thinking about how to give you this book for days, and now the moment was finally here. He knew that this wasn't just a birthday gift. He had also written a confession note inside, and he was about to tell you how he felt. He was nervous, but he was also excited. He had waited so long for this moment, and he was finally ready.

He finally got the book for you, and he was so happy. He arrived at your house on your birthday, holding the book in his hands. He waited for you to open the door, and when you did, he gave you the book with a smile. He took a deep breath and walked over to you. "Happy birthday," he said, handing you the book. "I hope you like it." He could see how happy you were, and he knew that he had found the perfect gift for you.

But you noticed that he seemed a little uneasy today. He just stood there awkwardly, even when you invited him in. When you were about to put the book on your bedroom shelf, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to face him again you could feel the warmth of his hand on your wrist.. "I...uhm...please open it," he said, he slowly pointed at the book on your hand his voice a little bit shaky "There's something else in the book," he said. You looked down at the book in your hand and slowly opened the first page.

There was a small note inside the book, and it was written in Seungmin's handwriting. You found it so cute especially when you found out how adorable he was when he shyly wanted to confess to you. And you knew that this was really the best gift you had ever received.

I've been crushing on you for a while now, and I was wondering if you would like to go out with me sometime?

You put the note back inside the book and placed it on the table. "So, where do you want to take me on our first date?" Seungmin's face turned red, as red as a tomato. He couldn't help but smile. He didn't need to hide his feelings anymore. He had never been so happy, and you had made him so happy. You had taught him what happiness really felt like. "Wherever you want to go," he said. "I would take you everywhere you want. As long as you're with me, everywhere is perfect."

[babiebom]

Sdv Bachelor/ettes at a Thanksgiving Dinner

A/N:happy thanksgiving if you celebrate!! I don’t really celebrate but I do like to eat a lot and sleep all day :)

Tw:cursing/ some sus content/mention of drugs and alcohol(not hard drugs)/ death mention

Wc: I have no idea it’s headcanons lmao

Sdv Masterlist

Sebastian

Shows up to eat and leave

Does not like the spending time and emotional part

Would rather not say what he’s thankful for just please fill his plate so he can eat and sleep

Would probably be the older cousin that you rarely ever see during the year you only ever see him on holidays and for like 20 minutes at most.

Will be found in a room smoking it up.

Will offer you some weed

Will probably forget how old you are and if you’re underage would be like “oops don’t snitch/get out of here”

Is the first to say bye

No one even realizes when he leaves because his bye was so quick and quiet

Sam

Constantly laughing and having a good time

Like actually before the food is ready he is so energetic

Singing

Dancing

Telling jokes

He’s literally the life of the party, and will not hesitate to get up and dance to the music at all

Does drag you to dance with him

He is probably sibling or cousins best friend that they bring and you lowkey have a crush on.

Wants to help cook is not allowed

Also sleeps over for some reason

Shane

Somehow gets there early and is angry the entire time

He’s only early because he was anxious about being late and now he wishes he was home

Doesn’t really interact with anyone just sits on the couch and watches tv

Gets his plate and eats by himself

Would be the alcoholic uncle that is cool but also makes everything depressing

He’s not the partying type

Is amused and is nice to the kids

But like his face is just stoic the entire time

No one bothers him to keep the party mood going.

Elliott

Brings like a pie or something

Like he does make a dish to bring ALWAYS

Wants to make sure that he’s not just eating and taking up space

Talks to EVERYONE and is VERY like….poetic

It annoys the women how lovely he is

Everything turns into a deep discussion the second he starts drinking

Is probably like your aunts husband that she brags that she bagged while on vacation somewhere expensive

Harvey

Surprisingly doesn’t eat a lot

Like everyone thinks that he’s going to CHOW DOWN but he doesn’t

Does however take a nap immediately

Is on the couch and he is passed out, his tie is loose and his tummy is slightly out

Is the older cousin that everyone is proud of and compares you to because HES A DOCTOR and YOU ARENT

Doesn’t drink much either, he’s literally just so tired

The kids are lying on him because his body is comfortable and his mustache is funny

Absolutely does not notice it and allows them to be all over him because he’s napping anyways it doesn’t matter

Loves to talk to the kids about airplanes and really gets into detail

Is the one sleeping over

Alex

Is 100 percent outside with the kids playing sports

Forces the kids to play with him because everyone else is too old to want to play outside anymore

Sam probably plays with him ngl

Does not go easy on the kids at all

Like absolutely demolishes them in football.

Just because you’re a kid doesn’t mean shit you’re getting massacred on the field.

Is your older brother that thinks he’s super cool, is actually really nice

He eats a LOT and passes out right after.

Probably has sex with someone (not a family me never you FREAKS) upstairs in his room and doesn’t hide the fact

He’s just like heheheh then gets yelled at for being vulgur in front of everyone.

Penny

Probably the one who cooked/helped Emily cook

Is VERY proud of her desserts

Makes all of the sides and leaves the main courses to Emily

Gets super anxious about being around everyone and what they’re going to think about her food

Absolutely doesn’t experiment with food because of anyone dislikes anything she’s gonna have a breakdown.

I think she likes the cranberry sauce the most, puts it on her rolls

Eats more than people think she’s capable of

Somehow doesn’t nap after stuffing herself, gets some chores done instead and starts cleaning as things are starting to be empty.

Is probably the mom, and it’s her house that everyone is going to for the dinner.

Very annoyed that her house is a mess now but won’t say anything.

Lets people sleep over

Abigail

Girlfriend of someone in your family

You really can’t tell if she’s the girlfriend of a sibling or cousin or anyone

She just doesn’t elaborate

Like she’s like “oh I’m their girlfriend”

And you’re like ?????WHOS GIRLFRIEND???

and she walks away

Somehow knows your family well enough even though no one knows who’s girlfriend she is

Will also supply weed

Is high as fuck

Also sleeps over for some reason

Leah

Eats all the sweets

Like every single dessert there is is on her plate

Eats like a salad right before to offset it

Also to be able to say she actually ate food

Eats SO MUCH

She’s your uncles “wife”

Met him while on a retreat somewhere and they have been together for 20 years

Like your uncle is dead and she’s still around even though they never got married bc she’s literally just your aunt now

Brings the salad that she eats to say that she ate some food

It’s funny

Maru

Also eats SO MUCH

And she’s not self conscious at all

She’s next to the dining table at all times

She’s definitely your younger sister

Shows off her robots and stuff to the kids

Gets in trouble because her robot catches on fire(idk why she’s Spencer from icarly but she is now and I refuse to change it)

Also makes something for dinner but only a couple people actually eat it because she experimented and it’s weird

She is offered weed by someone’s friend and gets everyone yelled at.

Haley

Older sister that wants nothing to do with anyone

Brings her friend and they stay in her room the entire time gossiping

Comes down to get her and her friend a plate and returns to her room

You can hear laughing from her room if you listen closely

Is probably drunk up in her room

Ignores your parents pleads for her to spend time with the family

If she comes down she’s going to openly make fun of everyone

Also will flirt with you and your other siblings friends she absolutely doesn’t care

Take pictures though because in reality she does care just hates to show it

The pictures are very cute and she hangs them up in her room

Emily

Aunt that made the turkey and other main dishes

Will also make the effort to make something vegan or vegetarian for people who don’t eat animal products

Her food is surprisingly good like it’s so good that people will over stuff themself

Is the aunt that everyone is always around

Is on the dance floor with Sam and is not embarrassed at all

Also makes the animals something

Just a joy to be around

Brings Shane his plate

Chats away with Penny while cooking together because everything is fun for her

Loves the quality time together

She loves when everyone is in the same room

Is annoyed that there’s no thanksgiving music because she loves getting into the festive mood.

[trashcanfills]

May I please have something with Cassidy and Hanzo where they’re introduced to reader on a mission and reader can’t help but say “woah, you’re hella pretty”

OwO yes this is a very good ask anon I like you. Also Im still dhjdjejss over the name change for the cowboy because of ALL FUCKING NAMES YOU PICK STH THAT SOUNDS THE LEAST COWBOY??? At least make him mcsomething bruh.

Then again if I was called Cole Cassidy and I wanted to be a cowboy I would def call myself Jesse Mcdonalds because it aint cOWBOY ENOUGH.

Now to actually answer the ask

Compliments in First Meeting

Cole Cassidy

“Well, I sure ain’t as pretty as you, sweet thing.” ;)

As soon as you finish saying that phrase, this man will not miss a beat in returning the favor.

Like cmon, Cole Cassidy has a talent with his words. He is def gon be that one smooth motherfucker with dem pickup linea yall.

He does like genuine compliments but won’t be too flustered by them in general unless it’s about something unexpected on himself or beautifully worded. I say this because Cole is a rather attractive looking person himself with a good variety of skillsets, so people HAVE come on to him a lot. As such, he is really experienced with the sweet talk.

That said, after the mission, do be prepared for the cowman to start some harmless flirting with you. Now that he knows you consider him cute in some way, he’s going to try and fluster you in some manner for his own entertainment.

Depending on your response, Cole would either keep on teasing you, or stop if you indicate some form of discomfort. Just be careful not to get a crush on him based solely on these interactions. Lord knows how many people he has to let down because of his charms.

Shimada Hanzo

Scoffs. Rolls his eyes for good measure and tells you to concentrate on the mission.

But if you are observant enough, you miiight notice that his ears are a bit red after that. Hehe xp

Shimada Hanzo, like Cole Cassidy, is one fucking fine specimen of a man. The only difference is how approachable they are. While Cole usually looks very friendly and chill, Hanzo looks incredibly intimidating and judgemental af.

As such, the amount of people who would genuinely compliment Hanzo is almost little to none, because the ones who think he’s hot would be too scared to say that to his resting bitch face, and those who do compliment on his appearance usually are just sucking up to him in some manner.

Hanzo is aware of his good looks. For sure. He was once the heir of the prestigious Shimada clan for god’s sake. With looks, money, status, and competence, this guy was prob like one of the most unattainable bachelors in his youth back when he was still in the clan. I can imagine him getting tons of letters from secret admirers writing literal poetry about his appearance, to which he then dumped into the trash because he didn’t care about crushes then.

So if you actually said that Hanzo’s pretty to his face, he’s gon brush it off at first as someone trying to butter him up, a bit flustered because rarely anyone nowadays actually says it blunt to his face (since he aint heir to the clan anymore and is just a mercenary/overwatch agent). Later on though when he realises you were being genuine and is just. Oh.

Hilariously Hanzo is gonna do the opposite of Cole and actually avoid you for a while lmao. He is absolutely not used to ppl being nice, genuine or kind to him in that sense. He’s also like ??? are u gon start hitting on him??? Because he’s pretty??? Yea poor guy has bad ppl skills pls be patient.

Its alright haha over time if you dont make a big deal abt it or u seem chill and hang out with him more Hanzo would prob be ok with you.

There will be times where Hanzo happens to recall that first meeting moment and he will just be flushing a bit in mixed embarrassment/appreciation/self-loathe before moving on. He’s really not used to direct compliments that is not abt his skills.

I know there are older asks I should have answered lmao but this one somehow was able to get my creative juices on the go so lucky u anon

[gingerylangylang1979]

Male identity: Carmy and Richie

I’m finding that a certain demographic of fans have a much harder time relating to Carmy but very much relate to Richie. Granted, a lot of this has to do with what fandom platform you observe. I actually kind of hate The Bear subreddit but continue to browse it periodically because it’s super interesting to hear what “the others” are talking about. I rarely engage anymore because it’s mostly nonsense and a totally different vibe than Tumblr. The contingent is definitely very anti-Carmy x Sydney and seems to hate Sydney. I’ve also noticed that while there is a lot of love for Carmy there is even more love for Richie. I’m very intrigued by this perspective. 

This season Richie was definitely a standout. I think Ebon is an amazing actor and am glad he is finally getting nominated for his role. I thought he got robbed with the non-Emmy nominations. But even before S2 I noticed that Richie was the most favored character among the Reddit demo and perhaps a big part of the general audience. That’s fine, people can favor who they like. I know that doesn’t represent everyone but I do think that speaks for what I consider general audience and makes sense considering how society still views manhood despite social progress. This season even a lot of the reviews were kind of meh about Carmy. I get it, I initially was writing him off too, was pissed, and thought he had the worst arc. Then once thoughts settled he went back to being my hero. Deeply flawed, but I just relate to him so much and he’s fascinating to watch. I’m a woman, so maybe that helps my empathy. I also don’t think The Bear would work with Richie as the lead as some have suggested. 

The thing is Carmy is a more difficult character because he has multiple layers of trauma, his work is so specialized and niche, he is a sensitive soul, he’s artistic, and he doesn’t fit the mold of the working class male models he was surrounded by. Your typical man can’t relate to him. And most likely your typical conservative leaning woman can’t either. At the Christmas party he was appalled at how the other guys were talking about Claire. And this is a woman he had a crush on and is present day attracted to. He could have easily been superficial and macho and laughed at the jokes as expected. He didn’t let Richie get away with calling Syd sweetheart. Richie says he’s “woke”. He employs a woman in a leadership role. He’s built different. 

He is struggling in many ways that are hidden and he also lashes out. The hidden ways and the lashing out are interpreted as whiny and annoying by people that can’t relate. He’s been cited as not growing but people can’t acknowledge that his healing won’t be linear. But how can it be when his trauma was collected in overlapping seasons for most of his life? The pain didn’t develop in a linear path. He had a stutter when he was young. There are hints that there is a learning issue of some sort (I’m not going to try and diagnose). He was always the “different” one in the family. The other guys call him “weird”. His father was absent. His mom has mental health issues and is an alcoholic. He witnessed the traumatic incident at Christmas and I’m sure it wasn’t the only such incident. His brother was an addict that pushed him away, then killed himself. He went into a chaotic, highly demanding field that required him to isolate to excel. He is shy and has trouble forming close bonds. He had a mentally abusive boss. He was always super competitive. He comes back to own The Beef and it’s problem after problem. How are people expecting him to be “fun” and have an easy comeback like Richie? 

Richie has issues, too. Stagnant in mid-life, spent years devoted to an addict, failed marriage, feeling disillusioned and displaced, also an absent father. But when we meet Richie he’s not as wounded as Carmy. Carmy is literally sleep cooking, almost starting fires, dissociating, having panic attacks. Richie is sad but it mostly manifests as him being kind of nasty and grumpy. He’s like a sour old man with dated and offensive jokes. His behavior is dismissed because he’s grieving. Which yes, he deserves a pass. But why does he deserve a bigger pass than Carmy who is dealing with so much more or Sydney who seemed to bear the biggest brunt of his outrage and was also struggling? Carmy is literally on the verge of a breakdown and has the weight of trying to keep the staff, the business, and himself afloat. Despite all this Richie gets a lot of indulgences for his bad behavior that Carmy isn’t. 

Richie is easier for a lot of people to digest because he’s funny, he’s the working class representative, he’s tall (yes people have height bias, especially with men). Carmy is viewed as the pompous prodigal son that’s trying to ruin Richie’s delicate ecosystem by gentrifying and kicking out “the working man”. There are people posting in disgust that he dare change The Beef despite it being a hell hole money pit. 

It’s just so interesting that in reality we are dealing with an unprecedented numbers of men who report extreme loneliness, depression, hopelessness. Richie and Carmy both fit that profile. Yet, a man like Richie is broadly understood and accepted and a man like Carmy isn’t. It goes back IMO to the continual coding of masculine/good vs feminine/bad. Richie is the stereotypical red blooded American male. He wants the stripper’s panties. He has a gun. He needs to be alpha. He views anything outside the norm as a threat. He wants to preserve tradition at all costs. Carmy is his foil. Carmy is viewed as feminine. 

I see it even on Tumblr with the persistent identification of Carmy as somehow feminine. Like he can’t be soft and traumatized and just be a man. So what does that say when even people who would probably consider themselves progressive still classify a man in feminine terms if he isn’t a MAN? We accept all types of gender identities but still struggle with a man not fitting the correct paradigm. Society still has issues accepting that men can be vulnerable and struggling without being feminized. People also make assumptions about Carmy’s gender identity and sexuality based on his trauma. Like, of course he has to be XYZ because well, look at him, he’s sad an pathetic. What does that say about men’s sexuality and identity? Are only queer men accepted as sad? Carmy could be a queer character, cool, representation matters. But I just find the semi-automatic equation of queerness with an atypical male to be odd and a bit regressive. 

Edited to add on above: I hope what I’m saying doesn’t get interpreted as dismissing queer people who identify with Carmy. I get it, I support it. What I’m speaking to is the insistence that canon Carmy is queer because of his interests, aesthetic, and mental health as if that is the only identity option. Granted, he could be bi. I also think some people are insistent on this, just as they are on Syd not being into men, as a way to negate the possibility of them being romantic. Again, I’m saying some people. Also, proximity and shared struggle doesn’t equal identity. This makes me think of once when a white gay male bestie claimed we are the same because I’m a black women. I had to kindly correct. We share the same haters, we are both marginalized, but he will never know my experience just like I will never know his. We can bond on the commonalities but we aren’t exactly the same. IMO, it would be a disservice to both of us to claim different.

I’m really rambling, but just thought I would share my thoughts and open a conversation about this. 

[ambyandony]

Pannacotta Fugo - Monster AU Profile

(hopefully screen-reader-friendly variant with detailed image descriptions)

Pannacotta Fugo, a completely normal human being with a completely abnormal understanding of the supernatural.

Preface about species type:

Fugo is a human being, and as such, there's not much to say in terms of species. You probably know a human. You probably are a human (I won't assume). A majority of humans (unless cursed or blessed) are not born with any innate magical properties or capabilities like some nonhumans are. Although some human beings are capable of magic, whether learnt, spiritual, religious or bestowed, Fugo simply isn't one of them, and does not practise magic, thus making him a completely normal human.

Details related to Humanity:

Being human means that he ages normally, doesn't exceed human strength, and cannot perceive magic supernaturally. Being human does have at least one advantage; a human who neither practises magic nor carries magical objects on their person cannot really be detected by magical detection senses...They're also very frequently underestimated by monsters and other humans alike.

Details about Fugo:

Just a normal human, except he's incredibly smart and incredibly bold.

Incredibly aware of nonhumans and their shenanigans, to the point where he's wildly desensitised and frankly quite sick of it sometimes. He has had it UP TO HERE with this shit.

Nothing fazes him anymore. He's fully, 100% aware that practically everyone around him is inhuman so now he just doesn't care when they do weird shit at this point. Rarely questions this shit anymore. He just Gets It now.

Knows more about nonhumans than he's ever really wanted to. Not afraid of them in the least (anymore) and is quite well-versed with a wealth of folk knowledge, a good majority of which he learnt when he was little from his Nonna.

Particularly familiar with the Gentry. He's incredibly cautious with all his wording, especially when it comes to introductions, and he knows quite a few preventative measures and deterrents, should he ever come to need them for any reason.

Far too hard to trick with snaky language. Excellent with loopholes, too-- he was studying law, for God's sake.

Audacious enough to insult nonhumans and humans to their faces pretty indiscriminately when he thinks it's called for.

Not afraid to speak his mind to anyone and gets away without any repercussions, in part just due to the SHEER AUDACITY, but also because everyone knows what Buccellati will do if anything should happen to Fugo (who is definitely not his son).

Has seen most everyone's true forms (at least to the extent he's capable of perceiving) so he's just used to it. The others usually don't feel a need to disguise themselves when it's just him around.

Knows around 12 languages including, allegedly, Ancient Sumerian (don't ask) and Latin. Comedically he frequently corrects Buccellati when he tries to speak Latin. Often. It just kills him to hear any kind of grammatical errors.

Anaemic. Maybe the lack of iron in his blood is why Giorno wants it so badly...

An excellent strategist. Always thinking of contingencies and worst-case scenarios. This is also known as having anxiety.

Has never given any part of his identity to the Fae and he's not about to start now.

Has a crush on giorno...??? but he also constantly wants to fucking THROTTLE the bitch

So Giorno likes to do this thing where he changes his appearance slightly, just enough to be subconsciously noticeable, bit by bit, just to fuck with people. Problem is, Narancia also likes to do this, so when Giorno tried it on Fugo, Fugo nearly fucking jumped him.

"Buccellati you don't have to say 'be not afraid' every fucking time you wake me up at three in the fucking morning and i see your true form what the fuck do you want"

"Ah. Okay. Fine, Buccellati. Why don't I just stay out here and converse with the Devil, then? Hey, Abbacchio-" "FUGO!"

"What's your favourite colour?" "Snakes, do you like boys?"

Emotionally he's a broke college student, mentally a clever little rich boy, physically, a mess.

Neurodivergent. Autistic. Hyperfixates on a random-ass topic and then if your trust level is at 8 or higher he infodumps at you about literally every single thing he knows on the subject. Aggressively.

Wears tiny mirrors sewn into his tie. They're silver-backed, and serve the function of a sort of countermeasure against certain nonhumans. Obviously it doesn't work for every nonhuman, but if the person he's talking to just straight up doesn't appear in the the mirrors, then they're, of course, inhuman.

Has an ongoing argument with Mista regarding what kind of luck four-leaf clovers bring. For the sake of peace, they've decided that, since Fugo insists that ”four-leaf clovers are lucky" and Mista insists that "four-leaf anything is unlucky", then surely four-leaf clovers must be "absolutely no luck at all".

fugo dismayed, seconds apart: "I BROUGHT THIS CHILD [narancia] IN under FALSE PRETENCES and BOY AM I FUCKING PISSED ABOUT IT!!!" "-hey you stay away from him That is my gremlin brother bitch" "THIS IS NOT HOW MATH WORKS! WE HAVE BEEN OVER THIS YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER!!!!"

[itsonlyvegas]

Fang brainrot so real so true.

Fang would really have issues with someone taller than him only because he'd blush like crazy. Like... he'd be so dumbfounded when the new builder is actually taller and prettier than he imagined. It's like meeting your crush in real life. (He'd been crushing on the builder from their gifts, as embarrassing as that is).

He would be like: "Oh. Oh wow. Um. Hi." And his bird would literally out him so fast. But since you're the dense builder whom everyone loves, you don't notice his blush. He would probably make up a lame excuse to go to his bedroom. (And his bird would just be like "lol he likes you, he likes you.") And THAT would send you blushing as well. I mean... Fang blushing? Rare. Super rare. More rare than Andy behaving.

Well and then when you guys first kiss, he's actually really confident, but when he sees your blush, he'd blush himself and have issues speaking EVEN MORE. But he'd literally tell himself "im a man im a man" and he'd kiss you again. He'd kiss you more than you'd expect. He's like... a little thirsty for attention. I feel like he's a very touchy feely person. He probably hugs a lot. (If you like that kind of stuff). He'd be the one to hold your hand. And if you guys get together, he'd want to hold you at night and hug you.

He'd also love when you stroke his hair. He's such a fluffball. He needs cuddles. But he can't admit that to you.

But yes, if you were taller, he'd be so happy. He wouldn't need to bend down anymore to kiss you. You're perfect.

If you were shorter, he'd love it because he could tease you gently. He'd literally make fun of you for being so short, but also kiss your cheeks. (Like, imagine him carrying you around the house because you're too short for the counter and the stove lol) He'd also be able to easily cuddle you.

But I also feel like he would try to make you wear his clothes. Like he'd be so proud to show off that you're his and he's yours.

If you guys ever fight, he'd be very emotional. He'd pout and you'd pout and when you're alone, he'd just burst into tears and then hug you. "I'm sorry." And you'd both apologize. He wouldn't let go of you after that.

I feel like he'd be a really great father. I feel like he'd spoil his children a lot. But he'd also be very protective. He'd do anything for his kids.

And if you had a daughter, he'd be a little overprotective. Like if you named her after his mother Sarnai, he'd be very protective. (And also cry a lot because he feels very emotional). He'd be like: "Hey. No one will take my daughter from me. I will protect her." But if you had a son, he'd be like "no one will take my son away from me!" Like, he's literally the dad that's like "NO ONE WILL TAKE MY KIDS. DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT."

He'd be a very playful dad. Like he'd make silly faces with the kids and make them laugh. He'd tell them stories. He'd also be the dad who would let them get away with everything. He'd be like "well, my kids are perfect, they would never do anything bad. They're just like me."

He'd probably spoil his kids so much like ok in getting off track. Anyway. NSFW time.

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Fang is not a dominant man. I feel like he'd be a switch, but mostly a submissive one. Like he'd love when you took control of him and he'd be really good at obeying your orders. He'd love when you were rough with him and he'd blush when you teased him.

He'd also love when you were gentle with him and praised him. He'd be so happy when you said he was good and called him a good boy.

He'd be so happy when you gave him compliments. He'd always blush when you said he was cute or pretty or handsome or gorgeous.

He'd be very flustered when you kissed his neck and his chest and even tweaked a nipple. He'd be a little embarrassed about how much he liked it though. (You'd have to reassure him that it was totally okay).

He'd be really embarrassed if you told him you liked his body. He never thought about someone actually liking him for his looks but when you started to touch him gently, he'd relax and melt. He'd start to relax and enjoy it more.

He'd be very flustered when you told him you were going to sit on him and ride. He'd be so embarrassed. He'd be so red. But he'd be very turned on. He'd be really embarrassed to admit it.

I feel like he'd really love to kiss you. He'd be very gentle and he'd hold you tight. And when you deepen the kiss, he'd be really shy and try to pull away but he'd give in and enjoy it.

He'd really love it when you played with his hair. It's so long and fluffy and omg it's silky and soft.

And when you guys first have sex, he'd be so gentle and loving. He'd make sure you were okay and he'd be so worried he hurt you. He's the one entering you and if you had a clit, he'd be really gentle when fingering you.

He'd be really flustered when you told him he felt good. He wouldn't know what to do with himself. He'd be so embarrassed to tell you that you felt good as well.

And after he comes, he'd be really worried about you. Like "I'm sorry.... I came... so fast." And you'd reassure him that it was okay like it happens especially since he's a virgin.

Yeah idk i think fang is neat.

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

okay malec prompt

this is the most wretched shit I’ve ever written. I’m never forgiving you for this anh. There will be revenge.

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“Sweetheart!! Be careful,” Magnus yells after his daughter as she rushes towards the swing, falling on her way, and then immediately running back again.

Kids are fucking resilient.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine.”

Magnus turns and smiles at her, squeezing her hand gently.

It’s a nice evening. The kind of evenings when you just have to get out and have a walk.

He rarely goes on walks anymore, usually commutes through the public transport or his chauffeur.

Walks are overrated anyways.

People can die on sidewalks.

He’s not overreacting. He’s just being realistic.

“Bapak!!” The girl came running towards him and crashes onto his legs. Magnus chuckles softly as his raises his daughter in his arms.

“Hi, peanut,” he kisses her cheek. “Did you have fun?”

“Did!!” The girl yells.

“Come on, time to go home.”

He turns around with his family, making their way over to their car when he hears someone yell his name.

Magnus turns on his heels, raising his brows to see who it is when he notices Simon.

“Simon?”

“Magnus!!” Simon comes running towards him.

“Give me a moment,” he says to the woman next to him and passes his daughter to her.

Simon envelopes Magnus in a crushing hug, and suddenly he feels sixteen again. Laughing and rolling on the soccer field with his friends around him. A time when nothing but love surrounded him.

A time when Magnus was loved like nothing else mattered in the world.

“Sherman, I cannot believe it’s you. It’s been what—“

“11 years. It’s been eleven years,” Simon says. “11 years and 3 months.”

He blinks at the somber tone.

Eleven fucking years.

Eleven fucking years and a life barely lived.

“Bapak?” The small child peaks from the woman’s shoulder and speaks. Her voice a small whisper.

“Bapak?” Simon raises his head. “You’re a dad?”

A wide smile appears on his face, it always does when he thinks of his daughter, the light of his life, the reason why he wakes up every morning.

Magnus takes the child back in his arms and kisses her cheeks, making her giggle in that soft voice of hers.

“Hi, Simon. This is my daughter,” he says proudly, before turning his gaze to the girl and smiling at her. “Baby, this is my very old friend Simon.”

The pigtailed girl gives Simon a beaming smile, waving her hand. “Hi, Simon.”

Simon smiles back, it’s impossible not to, Magnus’s daughter is the cutest thing in the world.

“What’s your name?”

Magnus stills at the words, body freezing as he realises the disaster that’s about to happen. But before he can stop or do anything about it, the girl speaks.

“Alex,” she says proudly, spelling out her name. “A-L-E-X.”

Magnus winces as he sees Simon’s eyes go wide. And also because Magnus knows Simon, the man does not shut up under the worst of circumstances, which he proves in the next few second.

“Alex as in Alexander??” Simon asks baffled, and well, Magnus can’t really blame him.

“Who’s Alexander?” Abigail, his wife standing next to him questions.

He closes his eyes in pain, at the reminder of the name. Of the person who meant—no, means everything to Magnus.

Magnus turns towards her and gives her a tight lipped smile.

“Uh—just a friend. I liked the name.”

Simon scrunches his face, realising the blunder and he opens his mouth to cover up, “I—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—“

Magnus raises a hand before Simon can fuck this up even more, not that it really is Simon’s fault. “It’s okay Simon. No issues.” He turns towards Abigail and murmurs, “We should leave. It’s Alex’s nap time and she’ll get cranky.”

“Babe, if you want to catch up with your friend, you can. I’ll take her home.”

“Yes, Magnus. We should—” Simon says at the same time that Magnus murmurs, “No, no. We’ll catch up later.”

He hugs Simon and mutters a small apology, promising to call him.

“Bye, bye, Si-Si,” Alex grins.

“Bye Alex,” Simon waves and leaves.

Things are awkward between Magnus and Abigail after that and he laughs inwardly because she doesn’t even know the full truth yet. It’ll be a disaster of mass proposition if or when she finds out.

Abigail can never find out.

He can’t imagine how much it’s going to hurt her and Magnus doesn’t want that. He loves her. He loves her so much and he doesn’t want to see her in pain of finding out his secret.

But eleven years is a long time to keep something like this inside of him, hidden from the world and one day it’s finally out.

Magnus is on a call with Simon, apologising for being aloof the other day and explaining everything.

“Did you really name your kid after your ex?” Simon says surpised.

“Alexander wasn’t an ex,” he snaps.

Alec isn’t an ex. He’s so much more. He’s everything.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—“

Magnus sighs, running his palm over his face. “I’m sorry, Simon. It’s me. I’m being an ass. To you. To my wife. To everyone.”

“Our daughter is named after your ex?” A chilling voice echoes through the room and Magnus can feel the room temperature drop suddenly.

He closes his eyes.

Magnus turns and finds Abigail standing there, her eyes wide. Her beautiful hair falls on her face but she wipes it from her face.

“I—“

The fight that ensues is the worst fight of Magnus’s life.

“How fucking dare you?” Abigail yells, tears streaming through her face.

“Abigail, sweetheart, please listen to me.”

“How could you?”

“It doesn’t mean anything-“ he tries but the lie is as fake as the life he’s been living for the last eleven years.

Devoid of anything.

“He’s the reason, isn’t he?”

“The reason for what?”

“Of everything. Of whatever this stupid marriage is,” she yells.

Magnus goes towards her, touches her shoulder.

“I love you.”

Tears escape her eyes, “But you’re not in love with me.”

“I married you! We have a kid. I just named her after Alexander and I know it’s weird but it’s not that big of a deal,” he tries to explain even though it’s the shittiest excuse.

“How the fuck can you think this is normal. You named our child after some stupid ex—“

And that’s it. That does it for him.

Abigail is mad, understandably so but no one gets to call Alec a stupid ex and Magnus is about to destroy his marriage and his entire life for one little thing that Abigail said in a fit of anger.

“He’s not a stupid ex. He’s the love of my life,” he yells back, his eyes growing wide the second he realises but it’s too late to take back the words.

“I didn’t—“

“Then what am I, Magnus?”

“Abi—“

“Are you cheating on me? Are you seeing him? Where the fuck is—“

“HE’S DEAD!!” Magnus screams. “He’s fucking dead, okay?”

“What?”

“He died eleven years ago in an accident while I was driving the fuxking car, okay? I killed him. I killed my Alec, I—

He falls on the ground, crying for the love he lost, the one that means everything to him and the love that he’s going to lose now.

[speedystarshine]

Hii! Are requests open? Poly Noco x reader please! (Just the normal headcanons! Orrr yandere if you want Pt.2!!) :) please delete this if requests are closed!

(THIS is the person who requested yandere noco x reader btw!!)

ofc anon! I did non Yan since it would kinda just be reiterating the Yan hcs. You didn't really specify, so I did crushing hc's! Hope this was okay! Did a lil fic bit at the end as I'm trying to get more comfy with it.

(In these HC's, Noco is already canon and they're both crushing on Reader)

-Ah yes, ever the gentleman (Cody) and gentle man (Noah)

-These two. These absolute dumbasses hnkajsjsh

-Would be a mix of "We have to serenade them until they are dead on the floor" and "WAIT WAIT NO NO WHAT IF THEY DON'T LIKE THA-" and also "Hey babe are you a person because you sure do look like a person" -Cody, probably

-I head canon that Noah's secretly a hopeless romantic, he reads so many books and I bet they're literally only just non fiction or romance. No in-between.

-You'd definitely notice something's up. They can't lie for shit-

-E.g every time you see them they're whispering to each other and instantly clam up when they see you, suddenly can't look you in the eye anymore when talking to you, and they hang out with you less and less :(

-you'd think they hate you, but it is 1000% the opposite. These two are WHIPPED

-I can honestly imagine the others getting tired of y'all being so dumb and doing something like Lumity/Hooty's tunnel of love but shhhh

-The others are so. So tired of you guys being so OBVIOUS and so OBLIVIOUS THEY JUST *strangles you*

-Either one of the other campers tells them to grow up and encourage them to confess, or you walk your ass over there and confront them yourself. (Probably the second option, although I could see it being a mix of both.)

You sighed, slipping out of your bunk. You had been more downcast lately, and it was because of your best friends. Or, ex- best friends now. Maybe. You really hoped not.

You just didn't understand! It was like they were constantly avoiding you, and any time they wanted to tell you something it was through another camper.

You were sick of it, and that's why you finally decided that today you would confront them about it, once and for all. And if they- if they didn't like you anymore, that was fine. No matter how much the thought stung.

However, as you swung open the door, you were greeted by the sight of just the two people you were about to visit, with Noah's hand mid knock.

...

"oh- OH! Y/N! There you are! I mean, of course you are! This is where you sleep, and you uh. Sleep. Here."

A voice piped up from behind him, and you were greeted by the sight of a very nervous looking Cody. Which was... Rare.

"We uh...- Haha! Funny thing actually,- We were uh... Just on our way to see you! To tell you. s-something."

You raised an eyebrow at that. Noah was usually always calm and collected, and Cody never dropped his 'flirty bad boy' persona act. In public, that is. So this was super out of character for them both.

"That's weird, I also had something to tell you two."

"Well, maybe we could go all say? O-On three?"

He desperately looked to Noah for confirmation (despite the other boy looking just as lost as he was) and turned to you once he had a thumbs up.

You were getting suspicious, this was usually something they did if they were like, really worried about something.

..But you nodded anyways, knowing what they would most likely say. Although it was odd how they seemed so excited about it??

"Okay!! 1.... 2.... 3!"

There was a pause when no body said anything for a few seconds and then-

"WILLYOUGOOUTWITHUS?"

"DOYOUGUYSHATEME?"

...Wait wait wait wait. Wait. Hold the phone- You were taken wayyyy aback. This... Was not what you had expected. At all.

"You thought we hated you?"

"You guys love me?"

You heard what sounded suspiciously like a mix between an exasperated groan and a snicker from behind you, but ignored it.

You... Were all going to have a good talk about this.

Bonus:

Reader: Waiitttt. Are you guys... flirting? with me?

Noco: Have been for three years, thanks for noticing.

[gildedcageif]

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

Ahmad: He believes he is really subtle, but is absolutely obvious about it. Overnight he is suddenly wearing only his finest of clothing and his hair is combed to perfection. He finds the stupidest of excuses to be near the person he likes. Suddenly, he has a bunch of gifts to give out also.

Like "Oh, look what I have hear. A million dollar ring I just found in my dresser randomly. Shame I can't keep it. It would look great in your finger. Want to have it?" or "anyway so I wrote a love poem about this person who looks like you, sounds like you, acts like you and generally just is you... oh my Annur, how did you figure out it is devoted to you? You are so smart. Here have a family heirloom by the way"

When my man is smitten, you can see it from another plane of existence. He is smiling, he is grinning, he is pestering their lover with gifts and whenever they are not around, he stares wistfully out of the window. Meanwhile he thinks he is super covert.

Selim: Selim is an expert at hiding his emotions. He thinks he is at least. He is kind of like Ahmad in that way.

He tries to hide how he feels, but then literally just stares at his lover the whole time like he wants to consume them whole.

When he falls in love, he becomes more considerate for lack of a better word. He leaves pauses in conversation desperately trying to find the right thing to say in order to pull them closer but also not too close for comfort. He thinks about them throughout. About small things he can do to help them out. His love will mainly be shown in how he helps them with their tasks. You have lots of work? No, you don't anymore. Some other concubine is bullying you? Oh no, they tripped and died.

It is a... unique way to express love, but it's still love.

Nazli: Nazli is actually good at hiding her emotions. You probably won't realise her emotions have changed until she tells you to your face.

The main changes will come from how much time the two of you spend together. All of your duties and tasks change suddenly and now they all involve serving her in some way- and thus spending all day with her. Then even at morning and night, she wants you to break fast and dine by her side.

She, similar to her son, also becomes very generous with gifts. Jewels, clothes, furs, art pieces, anything and everything that comes to mind is yours. Some of the clothes she has actually sewn herself!

Meryem:

You will know when she has a crush because she will literally come up to you and tell you. Girlie does not waste time.

But even beforehand, if she tries to hide it, she kind of does a terrible job at it. She is constantly smiling and giggling and blushing and stumbling all over her words. She constantly seems to gravitate towards her crush, finding an excuse to be around them and touch them.

When in love, she is the most affectionate person in existence. She wants to hold and exchange kisses and to brush your hair for hours. She even starts coordinating outfits with you so you can always match wherever you go.

The main tell is that she is constantly smiling. Like the world could be burning down and she is just giggling cause "isn't her love the cutest?"

She will also try to get you to bond with her son, Mustafa. She wants you two to have a good relationship so she will constantly be inviting you for bedtime stories or to play at the gardens.

Emil De Angelis

Emil is really, really good at hiding it. It helps that half the time he is so deep in denial that he genuinely misses the signs that he is in love or crushing on someone. When he does realise, he basically goes through an existential threat session.

When in love, Emil is not exactly like a talking feelings kind of lover. He may never say the actual three words, or say them very rarely, but that does not mean he does not feel that.

When in love, he will build whole ass statues and paintings devotes to their lover. Many of those will never see the light of day. They are not meant for the public eye. No they are meant for him to immortalise their love. Not to be feasted on by people who won't understand the magnificence of their love. (He is dramatic like that)

He generally becomes much more relaxed. He is glad to just lay down with them early in the morning and talk about utter nonsense. He does not mind wasting time so much if it is with them.

Helena

Helena is really obvious for a specific reason. She is a massive flirt. She will spend all her time trying to butter you up, using pick up lines to try and charm you.

The way you truly know she is in love though is when she gets flustered. Helena is a player. She likes to flirt, she likes the game, she likes to play around. The result of having so much experience is you don't get flustered too easily.

When she blushes, when she stumbles over her words, that is when she is hooked.

When in love, Helena wants to share everything with her lover. She wants to see them as they are, to understand them completely. And she wants the same to go for them. The total truth of it, nothing more, nothing less.

She wants to cuddle and joke and to go on wild adventures. She is the type to make grand gestures. Standing outside their window and singing to them type of energy.

Thanks for the ask!

[shinkaishoujo103]

So. I watched that one mv that u told me about (a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ w̶a̶t̶c̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶ o̶n̶e̶ b̶y̶ a̶c̶c̶i̶d̶e̶n̶t̶ ) AND OH BOY it was STUNNING like sometimes you couldn't even tell they were 3d models

Ok so I COmPLETELY forgot EVERYTHING about enstars and its characters ok (like seriously the only thing I remember is having a crush on a redhead mf that was from the crazy b(itches) group) so I will assume stuff based on my experience (spoiler alert:I will go a lil overboard)

So along with the other mv I watched I noticed that this dude and the ginger guy have a somewhat connection,, with their side glances in this pic and the obvious worrying of grey man in the first one

So I will assume that they are besties and that ginger either overworks himself too hard and the grey dude is like "bro wtf stop" OR he has some kind of generic anime deathly disease or smth like that and the grey dude is like the only one that knows because HES AN IDOL AND HE CANT TELL IT TO HIS FANS LIKE or else they'll rage!! Or something

THEY ARE DEFO CHILDHOOD FRIENDS.

There is an obvious meaning with the swords too maybe it represents their will/motivation to become idols idk...

And the only thing I have left to say is that he looks uh

Hurt. Alot.

BUT ANYWAYS lol ty for recommending it to me it was so cool!

On a scale from 1 to 10 how right am I about my assumptions

okay first of all. you should read checkmate. for me

(link brings you to the story)

ALSO WAS THE ONE YOU LIKED RINNE? i see 📝

and okay, before i correct you and Probably word vomit on you i need to make one thing clear: izumi (gray haired guy) and leo (ginger dude) are gay and i am very (not) normal about them so hum. enjoy the essay

. okay in the end it ended up so long i needed to put everything under a cut. and its not even everything, which is why i heavily suggest you to read checkmate to like, Get It...so warning that my word vomit spoils that story pretty heavily, since i also show some extracts of it

so yes, izumi and leo were friends in yumenosaki (the idol school) since their first year. they also were pretty much each other's first real friends. so they aren't childhood friends, but definitely very close. they were also in the same unit, who had a lot of names but the most common one being chess, and it was a VERY big unit with Lots of members

you also need to know leo is a talented composing genius, who can easily write amazing songs with ease, which of course is a great feat to have in an idol school

a quick side note that at the time yumenosaki Sucked Ass and that most of the students were just a lazy bunch who barely did anything and just basked in the school's popularity. izumi and leo were one of the rare ones who actually took their idol work seriously, especially izumi

so of course the other chess members would use leo's talent to get it easy, yeah? the thing is leo himself didn't realize. he considered them all as friends, and thought they felt the same, and would give away and make songs for the others with no worries. izumi noticed leo being used and tried to warn him about it, but leo wouldn't take it because he believed in the others too much

anyways, at one point, due to circumstances (that i will not explain because its not very related and just Too Much), units with more than 5 members were not allowed anymore, and thus chess broke into multiple, smaller units. and that was how knights was born, having only leo and izumi as members at first, though with the hardworking izumi and the talented leo, they were very good despite just being two, and won dreamfes (who are basically battle performances between two units) easily

at another point arashi (that izumi knew since childhood) and ritsu (another yumenosaki student that arashi and izumi met) join knights i guess...? though they arent very serious about it yet, the pillar members still being izumi and leo then. im starting to forget but i think these two even joined at first because knights needed more people for the we'll be knights performance?? whatever

and so, i will need you to know that before the we'll be knights performance, leo went to the other former chess members, and basically gave them a choice: leo, or his songs? they all answered his songs

thats when leo finally realized he was being used all along. and of course, that broke him greatly

and so leo decided that he would devote his all to izumi, the only one who truly was his friend. if izumi had a dream, leo would do his everything to help him achieve it. and at the time izumi's dream was to become the best at yumenosaki, and crush everyone else. and like you Really need to read the full dialogue too— (what i show isn't even all of it)

except that leo, was Not made for fighting and hurting others like that. but he still did, for izumi

which is...why he looks so hurt in the we'll be knights mv. because he also decided to take on the responsibility of king, of leader of knights, which once again, was not a role made for him!

anyways, to come back to your words; no, leo doesn't have a disease (eichi is the one with one). as for the swords, its an interesting meaning you're bringing here! :0 personally i think since they're knights, well they gotta have swords right? especially since there they've decided to slay any obstacles who dares obstruct their path. plus they have swords in the original cards too so!

as for the other mv, luminous crown, it happens two years after checkmate and we'll be knights, so of course a lot of things changed by then lol! mainly tsukasa joining knights, and all of them being able to heal, which is why the contrast between we'll be knights and luminous crown is So beautiful and always make me emotional because its shows their evolution so well...they may have suffered a lot, but after a long and difficult path of healing, they're all so much happier now!!! and of course there's still so much more ahead for them

aaand i think i'll end my word vomit here because it's getting TOO LONG!!! HELP!!! AND I INSIST WHEN I SAY THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT EVERYTHING!!! so yes please read checkmate for me.please. it will make you understand everything way more, and better than my explanation ever could

[gachagon]

hello! i was about to sleep + doing my nightly 'read a fanfic to bed' routine until i saw that your requests are open (and i haven't requested in a long time too 😭) and i got curious!

may i request a drabble for nagi wherein reader eventually realizes that he doesn't have a single romantic bone in his body – and she feels like their dates so far (arcades *a nagi staple*, coming over to his house anytime bc his parents arent around to watch movies) are very low-effort in itself and she feels bad for wanting more than this because nagi has been a very nice boyfriend but he just doesn't go out of his way and she doesn't know how to express this to him without sounding shallow or asking too much from a literal high school student – she ends up overthinking that maybe she's too intense for someone like him but nagi eventually realizes this and feels bad himself but he's also at lost at what to do and communicating makes him uncomfortable so he tells everything he knows to reo to be greeted with a taken aback reo who goes 'not even a single gift? even a little trinket? what do you two even talk about? WAIT YOU'RE IN A RELATIONSHIP? how did that happen? is it pity dating? you like her? WHAT' kind of thing and nagi realizes that relationships are a two-way street and that cuddle dates just don't cut it anymore

Hiiii I really liked this idea and thought it was pretty cute. I don't really get to write a lot about Nagi most of the time, even though he is one of my favorites! I cut this a bit shorter and was going back and forth with how I wanted the conversations to go, but in the end I think I nailed it and made it really cute! There were moments I thought "Geez I'm making Nagi too much of a bad boyfriend" lol so I also just kept going back and forth with the tone.

Here is the short drabble anon!

Words: 1.3k

Pairing: Nagi/Fem!Reader

You and Nagi have been going out for a few months, however you notice he's not the best when it comes to planning dates. In fact, it's starting to get to your head and you wonder if he likes playing games more than he likes being with you! You decide to talk to him, about it

You and Nagi Seishiro have dated for a few months now, and at first you were so ecstatic to finally have gotten a chance with your crush that you had purposefully overlooked a lot of his flaws. Sure Nagi was a bit lazy when it came to school, and he was kind of slow to talk to (you normally did most of the conversating when you were together), but he listened to you anyways and always made sure to help you with your studies after school. Nagi had his own hobbies, but unlike most people he was just incredibly serious about it. You could understand that, seeing as you were also quite passionate about your own club meetings, and Nagi even supported your club by going to the meetings with you, or waiting after school to walk home with you. 

These were all things that you had decided weren’t worth the trouble of looking deeply into, everyone has their issues. Your friends complained to you that they didn’t think Nagi was that attentive, but it didn’t matter to you what they said. You enjoyed all the walks, and the one sided talks, and on the rare occasion that Nagi was really focused on something he’d even ramble to you about the latest game he’d been fixated on. 

You were determined to make it work, so you decided you’d take things a step further and started to  invite Nagi out on dates. Though, all the places he suggested you go to were not…the most romantic choices you’d have picked out. 

“Do you want to come over and play Dragon Quest? My parents won’t be home for a few hours…” Nagi would ask. 

“We could go to the arcade…they’re having a competition with one of the fighting games.” 

“They’re selling copies of a new game at this cafe, let’s go and get 2 and play it.” 

No matter what, it always went back to games. There were some days you almost thought Nagi was more enamored with games than he was with you. It got to a point where you spoke with your friends about it, and of course they agreed but you couldn’t bring yourself to believe that. “Maybe I should just talk to him about it…I mean he is a bit spacey.” You say to them. “Sometimes it’s like he’s in a world of his own, you know!” And yet this too was something you also had in common with Nagi that you couldn’t fault him for. The more you talked about his flaws, the more you realized you held the same ones. 

So you decide to do it, to talk to Nagi and to ignore your friends who desperately want you to break up with him over this. Frankly, you think they’re kind of bad at advice anyways, seeing as you're the only one who has a partner now. You talk with him after your club meeting, and broach the subject as nicely as possible. 

“Hey Nagi…I was wondering if maybe we could, oh I don’t know…do other things besides going to the arcade for dates?” You said, and Nagi looks at you confused. 

“But I thought you liked going to the arcade.” He said.

“I do! It’s just, well I don’t know how to put it…” You look away for a moment as Nagi searches your face for an answer. “It’s just-the arcade, gaming cafes, all those places aren’t really…date places. They’re places you bring your friends.”

“But you are my friend.” Nagi said simply. 

“Ugh, I know that! But I’m also your girlfriend! You should take a girl to places that are romantic, you know.” You crossed your arms. “Especially if you’re dating her.” 

Nagi’s head tilted to the side, it looked adorable but you decided to ignore it. “Really? I thought…those places were romantic?” Nagi shrugged casually. “We were having fun together, so I thought that was all that mattered.” 

Oh my gosh he hasn’t got a clue…You think hopelessly to yourself with a sigh. “Oh, just forget it, Nagi.” Maybe my friends were right…Maybe he should date someone who’s not so clingy…You sulk off alone without Nagi to your house, not even sparing a glance back. However, unknown to you, Nagi is not finished with the problem. 

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

“I think my girlfriend’s mad at me.” Nagi laid on Reo’s very expensive couch in his room while he spoke. Reo was his only real friend, so when (Y/N) walked off by herself, Nagi knew he had messed up. Though he was incredibly confused on how. 

“Wait, what? You got a girlfriend??” Reo asked from his bed. He leapt out of it, and immediately began to bombard Nagi with questions as he shook him by his shoulders. “When did that happen?” 

Nagi shrugged, “I don’t know. I think maybe…a few months ago?” He said. “But that’s not the issue. I think she’s gonna break up with me, dude.” 

Reo sighs, and rubs his forehead. “I can’t believe this. You get a girl to go out with you, and the moment I even hear about it, you’ve already messed it up.” He said. “Well what did you do?” 

“That’s the thing, I don’t really…know?” He had thought he was doing everything “right”. He liked walking her home, and staying with her for her club. Sometimes she would talk for hours about everything she did that day or even that week, and Nagi liked listening to all of it. He wasn’t much of a talker, even Reo couldn’t get a lot of words out of him most days, but he loved listening. And he had a lot of fun with her on all their dates. “I thought she was having fun on all the dates we went on…it looked like she did, anyways? She was smiling and laughing, and we play games together all the time. But today she said none of that was ‘romantic’ enough. I just don’t get it.” 

Reo shook his head, “You can’t just bring a girl to an arcade and internet cafes all the time, Nagi. Have you ever brought her to, I don’t know, a fancy restaurant? A scenic view? The movies?” Reo listed all these places off, and Nagi answered no with each one. 

“Well…what makes something romantic?” Nagi asked. Is “have fun” not part of romance? What else was he supposed to do alongside all the other things?

“Atmosphere! And intent, it has to be places that really intrigue her or that speak to her interests. A place where you two can talk a lot, as well.” Reo explained, and Nagi cringed inwardly. 

“Talking…I see…” He was terrible at that. He never knew what to really say to people, oftentimes his mind would run blank unless it involved games. Listening was just so easy, and he could fill in his half of the conversation with questions about the other person’s talk. Though, now that he thinks about it, that’s not really a conversation. It’s more of an interview…or worse…an interrogation. 

“Tell you what, the next time you see her, you have to get her a present to make up for it. And! You have to take her out on a date, a real one that’s super romantic!” Reo exclaims, and Nagi agrees. 

“Okay. I know all about her…I have the perfect gift in mind.” Nagi had always thought gifts were meant to be given during special occasions, but now he realized that he should’ve been treating these past few months with (Y/N) like a celebration. “She’s in this club, and she’s really into (insert reader's passion/hobby). So I think I’ll get her something as a surprise.” And this time…it won’t be a game. 

Nagi rushes out of Reo’s room to hurry and prepare the present and even to plan out where he would take (Y/N). As he rushed out the door, Reo called after him. “And make sure the place you pick for your date is actually a place girls like! Otherwise, she really will dump you, dude!” He yelled. 

“I will!” Nagi called back as he slammed the door behind him. He was prepared to fix things tomorrow for certain, he would get the perfect gift and plan the perfect date. Nagi was ready to set this right, even if it meant never going on another “arcade date” ever again. 

[nosomatsu]

(( suddenly thinking about ichimatsu and the riceball's hunt for cats again.. small analysis beneath the cut ))

it's fascinating that while ichi enjoyed it at first, the reason he went so numb to it so fast wasn't because he disliked cats. rather, he realized now that he had no real excuse to even go out of the house for extended periods anymore. ichimatsu doesn't enjoy being a hikikomori, it's pretty painfully clear that it's super fucking isolating for him. finding cats was the sole thing that could even get him out of bed most days.

... but now that he knows where all the cats are , what's even the point? he could go there and go right back home. now he has no reason to even TRY to go out of the house. i mean he still would to feed them and see them, but he would be miserable unless he found kitties in unexpected places. the search is the biggest reason he enjoyed it so much and the riceballs kind of ruined tht for him for a little while, albeit unintentionally.

the only other times he really goes out is if his brothers drag him along or the nightly safe care shit. but the thing about that is, like . . . they don't drag him out often at all. and it's very rare that he can muster up the energy to go on his own. it's not impossible or unheard of, but when he does, he also walks the least busy / lesser known routes, where he runs into as little people as possible. he goes to the park only when it's incredibly isolated. he probably only goes for oden because it's so isolated / out of the way at night that rarely anyone goes there.

we only ever see him out and about in public places if it's with his brothers but even then he keeps his head down and tries to avoid talking to everyone. the cats were the only reason he'd go out of the house when his brothers aren't around or they can't convince him to go anywhere. the idea of not knowing where he could find one is the one thing that kept him going and walking, trying out new places he'd never been to before even if he was ANXIOUS AS HELL ABOUT IT.

in his mind, it was his first step forward to be more independent and breaking the vicious homebody hikikomori cycle, and it was actually one of few things he isn't burningly numb / actually does have strong emotions about whether he realizes it or not ( although i err on, he's the kind of depressed where he worries he's numb entirely and can't feel anymore but then something Happens that proves otherwise and it always makes him [shocked pikachu] when he does still VERY MUCH FEEL EMOTIONS )

so. yeah. his spirit and tendency to go out on his own for a little while was absolutely crushed. I think it was even more noticable how glum he was so his brothers tried to get him out of the house WAY more often -- aaand that's why we see him in so many morie social situations he'd usually be caught DEAD before ever attending. although he's grumpy on the outside, he does seem to appreciate it. he has sincere and extreme trouble expressing his gratitude, but it cannot be understated how much that helped his mental health in the long run.

Evidently, it eventually healed, and he never once blamed the cats -- but there's a speck of bitterness and disappointment at the riceballs which he tries to smother. they could never and would never be able to understand the weird way he approached thinking about the search. they were confused when he got upset with being shown every place cats could possibly be, and even if he DID try to explain it, they still probably wouldn't have gotten it.

after all, it's not very logical, and certainly is a VERY strange line of thinking. but it is who ichimatsu is -- a shut in, who is desperate for any excuse to leave the house on his own and gain the courage to do so on a more regular basis. when the sole thing that kept him exploring and getting out on his own loses all meaning, he falls into a pretty bad headspace about it and becomes more of a shut in than ever.

thank goodness that his brothers didn't let that happen for too long, though. <:)

[balkanradfem]

hey i dont think i would actually be able to help that much and you probably have already looked into this before, but just in case you havent, if you try to describe your neck pain in detail i could see if i can figure out what might be able to help relieve it? i get neck pain due to work and its reduced through weird exercises most people dont ever think to do. i sit at weird angles a lot so i have to do exercises that compensate for that

Oh I'd be happy to! If you can figure anything out that would be great, even though at this point two physio specialists and a physiotherapist have looked at it and decided that the symptoms just make no sense, and a mri shows that everything is fine with my bones, disks and muscles.

The most troubling symptoms are that I'm unable to carry anything over 2kg, and honestly my left side is way worse, I can't carry more than 1kg with my left hand, I can carry 2 with my right. (I also have back pain on my left side).

Other really upsetting symptom is that I feel every impact in my neck, for example I can't run or jump, any harsh contact with the floor feels like I've been hit directly inside of my neck, or like the bones of my neck are hitting into my skull. I feel every step as I walk as an impact in my neck, and because of that I can rarely walk for more than 10 minutes. It has helped a little since a friend suggested I put an implant in my shoes, to make them softer, so the impact is lessened. I also can walk longer on very soft surfaces, like a forest after rain, when the soil is soft.

I also can't use tools like a hammer, hoe, anything involving hitting. I can't punch a bag anymore. Whatever impact is made, it feels like the impact is inside of my neck, or between my head and my neck. The first vertebrae of the neck is where the pain is most intense. I've been told since that this is impossible because these don't even touch, and the neck goes inside of my skull instead, but I have no other language to describe it, feels like my skull is taking damage from either being hit or brutally rubbed against the bones of my neck. Or like there's some nerves inbetween getting crushed. (but that would show on the mri)

Other symptoms that are just annoying: I can't lean my neck forward too much, I can't sit for long periods of time, I can't sit leaning back at all, it will start hurting after 1 minute of that, I have to either sit straight or lean slightly forward. I can't sleep with a pillow, I need a completely flat surface.

Once the neck pain gets irritated (if I accidentally carry something heavy of walk for too long) it will hurt so much I will no longer be able to sit or stand, I'll have to lie down on a completely flat surface for several days for it to recover. I also have to sleep on my back. It also gets irritated if I go to the dentist and have to sit on that chair leaned back for 15 minutes, the entire appointment is incredibly painful.

If the neck is not irritated, then I can sleep on my side curled up in a ball, but still without a pillow.

I noticed lately that it hurts if I try to turn my head to the left, it used to not hurt just from that motion, unless I would try to keep the position. It generally hurts if I try to turn my head to any side for too long, I have to keep looking forward or slightly down.

My neck will also hurt if I put anything on my head, like a towel, or a hood, anything that's giving it extra weight or putting any pressure on it.

There are things I still can't do with manageable or minimal pain! I can do some gardening, if I take breaks and accept that generally crouching and looking down will be mildly painful. I can ride a bike with next to no pain, I can do cleaning where I don't have to walk much, and it doesn't bother me. I can do foraging as long as I don't look too much down and move the rest of my body more than I move my neck. And doing normal stuff in the kitchen like cooking, kneading dough, washing dishes, doesn't bother me at all.

I have tried a few exercises in the past, found on youtube, but every and each of those was painful to do, and I didn't know if it would do extra damage, so I stopped. I think now I can try doing any exercises since there's nothing physically wrong with me, I'm unlikely to do actual damage (but I'm still scared of irritating the pain).

I appreciate being given a chance to just talk about the pain because usually I just try to not talk about it, because I don't want everyone around me to feel bad about it all the time, and nothing really helps. I've been prescribed a muscle-relaxant to take for a week, and while I was taking it, it was better, and less painful, but as soon as I stopped taking it, the pain came right back.