#and 404 he falls in love again again

[bakudekublogblog]

EVERY TIME I THINK OF THIS PANEL I GO A LITTLE MORE INSANE. THE BEGINNING. THE BEGINNING OF WHAT?? wonder duo era?? hero partners bakudeku?? their marriage?? their eyes meet across the battle field and something BEGINS??? HORI LET ME IN I JUST WANNA TALK

[amyysfics]

skz - your body insecurity gets bad while cuddling

pairing: chan x gn!reader, changbin x gn!reader, felix x fem!reader warnings: hurt/comfort, some crack in felix', descriptions of body-insecurity summary: your boyfriend notices that you are insecure while cuddling and knows just how to help you get through it word count: 1.5k

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Bang Chan, 565 words

Channie noticed your discomfort almost immediately. Of course he did - he knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. He would take note of the way your eyebrows would scrunch up a pinch. He would feel your muscles tensing under his body. You didn't try to pull away, not wanting him to realize that your thoughts were torturing you once again, but his perception of your tiniest shuffle was out of this world - so he knew how you felt, even without you saying it out loud.

"Wait, let's sit up real quick, baby", he loosened his touch around your body, helping you get into a more comfortable sitting-position. His hands were still hovering on your arms, his fingers ghosting over the small hairs that were all over them. His eyes found yours. And while his were shining with love, yours were full of sadness - the tears threatening to escape if you looked at him for a second too long. "Channie?", you put one of your hands over his, slowly removing his hold of your arms. "I can't help but feel like I don't deserve to be with someone as-", you stammered, "-someone as beautiful as you." Your eyes deviated from his, looking at your lap in shame.

The man in front of you asked you to look at him again, his voice barely more than a whisper, "May I touch you, baby?" You nodded, not trusting your voice. Chan put one of his warm hands on your cheek, holding it there until you leaned into it unconsciously. "Whenever you lean into me like that, it shows me that you trust me as much as I trust you. That you feel as comfortable around me as you can." A tear rolled down your cheek. It landed on your lips, tasting salty. You didn't mind.

"Can I touch your hips?", he asked. You nodded again, trying to hold in the rest of the tears that were about to fall. His hands slid down your waist and stopped on your hips. You barely felt the touch, your eyes never leaving his. "I love holding you here when we dance. It's like my hands were made to hold you - like I was made to hold you." Your bottom lip quivered and you stopped holding back, finally letting yourself cry.

"Am I allowed to kiss you, love?", his hands were still on your hips, squeezing them ever so slightly. You nodded one last time, letting the tears trickle down your face. His lips felt soft on yours as his arms slid behind your back, holding you impossibly close to him. Chan tasted the salty tears that hadn't stopped yet, but he didn't care. This wasn't a kiss of lust or romance. It was a kiss of trust and intimacy. It was a kiss of comfort. It was one of love. "If you think I'm beautiful, then you have to be, too. Because I am convinced that I was made for you. That we were made for each other. You complete me and I complete you."

He let you stare at him, letting his words seep into your brain for as long as you needed. "Channie?", you nuzzled your head against his shoulder. "Hm?" "Can we cuddle more?" This time it was his turn to nod, letting your bodies mold together once more, as if they were one, "Of course, baby."

Seo Changbin, 404 words

"Do you think my stomach is too big, Bin?" Changbin furrowed his eyebrows behind you. You were cuddling for a while, but this made him remove his hold from you, letting his hand slide off of your waist. "Jagi! What do you mean?", he made you turn around slightly, so he could see your face. He was expecting you to be joking, but he could tell by the redness in your eyes that you meant every word.

"Yah!", he looked at you with an entirely serious expression. "Why? Do you think mine is?", his eyebrows furrowed more. You were shocked at his response. "No! Why would I ever think that?", your eyes widened, "Your stomach is warm and soft and quite literally my favorite place to sleep!" You sighed, "I just...I think my belly is too fat and that it makes me look gross."

Changbin noticed that you tried to look anywhere but at him, not wanting him to see how embarrassed you were. "Bunny.", his hand touched your chin, making you look at him, "Did I ever tell you that I can't sleep without holding your belly?" You shook your head. "When I hold your stomach it's like I can keep you safe. I can hold you even when we are asleep, and if a big bad closet monster would try to snatch you away from me at night I could hold onto you without it standing a chance. I always take hours to fall asleep when I am not holding you."

You giggled a little, but he could tell that you still weren't entirely convinced. Both of his hands moved to your cheeks, squishing them a little so you would automatically pout a little with your lips. It made you look adorable. "Your belly holds all of your most important organs, you know? It makes sure to keep them save so that I get to have one more day with you. And it does that every single day. How could I think it's gross, when it's such an important part of you?"

"Do you mean that?", your eyes were wide, glistening with wetness. Changbin put both of his hands onto your belly, immediately spreading their warmth to you. "Every word, bunny."

Both of you got back into the position you were in before your question. "Binnie?" He only hummed in response, his breath tickling your neck. "I like your belly, too."

Lee Felix, 438 words

Felix could feel you attempt to pull out of his tight cuddle for the third time, so he finally decided to talk to you, "What's wrong, honey?" You mumbled what he could only assume to be words in some sort of alien language. "I didn't quiet hear that.", he giggled. "I said I don't like my body today.", you tried to wriggle out of his hold - again. But he pulled you even closer - again. "I'm not going to let you get away from me until you hear what I have to say. And if you still want to stop this insanely good cuddle-session to let me freeze to death, then, I'll let you.

He didn't wait for your response, seeing you pout in surrender. He already knew the response, but asked anyways, "Is this about the fact that your legs are hairy?" "Yes." "You are like crazy pretty when you smile. Genuinely. You are gorgeous. I can see your eyes sparkle when you do, and it makes me so happy. That's why I always send you stupid tiktoks that I think you will like." In an attempt to stop him from seeing your smile you pulled the corners of your mouth down to keep the pout intact. It didn't work. Felix beamed a toothy smile at you, "Sometimes I catch you dance along to music when you think nobody is watching. But everyone is watching, because you are mesmerizing. One time I had to threaten the boys I would teakwondo their asses if they looked at you for too long again." You laughed, not being able to hold back any longer. "You did what?" "It's true!", he nodded.

"Do you know why I stopped calling you cupcake a few months ago?" "Because honey is sweeter?" He shook his head, "Close, but no. I realized that you are way better than any cupcake could be. No matter how good the buttercream is and no matter how many sprinkles are on it." A loud snort escaped you, "Lixie, that is such a bad analogy!", you had tears in your eyes from laughing. "Yes, but it made you laugh."

You didn't protest when he hugged you even tighter one last time before letting you get comfortable in his arms again. "How could I ever even care about some hair on your body when your laugh immediately hypnotizes me. You don't even realize that I would do anything for you if it only means I get to hear your laugh."

In order to keep up the playful atmosphere you slapped his arm slightly, fake-rolling your eyes, "Shut up and cuddle me, sprinkles."

Taglist: @notastraykid, @hee0soo, @moon0fthenight, @bbyquokka

[citruslullabies]

Ok I know I've mentioned this in a comment, but can we please see a scenario where Angel and Dogday are sleeping, and then Dogday just starts kicking Angel until he eventually ends up kicking them out of the bed?

Of course!

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic?: unspecified

Requested by: theveniceangel

Category: fluff before disastrous angst in the next fic

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x reader

Word count: 404

That's the Kicker

After Dogday had been saved, he could finally experience things that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

He experienced genuine love and care by your hands, he experienced freedom with you. He also got better sleep and actual meals besides little random critters he would catch in his mouth as they crawled on him. Everything was so much better here. The big canine was currently getting ready for bed, getting all nice and snug as he looked up and saw you.

“Hi Angel, are you ready for bed?” He asked softly, making more room despite being so large. His eyes were soft as they watched you yawn and walk over, crawling into the bed you both shared. “Yeah… I am, work was a pain in the ass today.” You murmured, so you were looking forward to some good sleep.

You scratched behind Dogday's ears and got comfortable against him, breathing in his soft vanilla scent and his warmth recaptured in your home. Your eyes slowly fluttered closed as you fell asleep, and what only felt like a few seconds was quickly disturbed by a startling awakening. You let out an oof sound as you fell to the hardwood floor beside your bed. You hissed as you rubbed your head and cradled your gut with your right arm.

Utterly confused, you looked up at the bed and saw your big fluffy companion happily asleep. Twitching and kicking as he let out low boofs in his sleep as if chasing a rabbit in a field. Or maybe Catnap, yeah he was probably chasing Catnap. You groaned as you grabbed your nightstand for support as you got up, letting out a sigh as you gently stroked Dogday’s fur while very carefully getting back into the bed. “Please, please do not kick me again.” You whispered softly, praying that he wouldn't give you a harsh kick to the stomach again.

You slowly rolled the big dog over and laid back down, snuggling into his back and slowly falling asleep again. You pressed your face against his clean fur and got comfortable in the blankets as Dogday continued doing his own thing, drifting off into a dreamless sleep where everything was calm and quiet. You felt safe in bed with Dogday with your brain doing nothing but relaxing and leaving your senses to rest.

Shame that you woke up just an hour later off of the bed again.

Thanks for requesting!

[spacecowboyhotch]

Kinktober 13: Body Worship

pairing: aaron hotchner x afab! reader

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, teasing

wc: 404

an: a continuation of this series where reader and hotch start their first time, for the sweetestttttt @greg-montgomery

kinktober masterlist | seeing him masterlist

Aaron is taking his time. Maybe one day you’ll want him to— you’ll want to relish the feel of his warmth around you, his mouth on you, his touch so gentle. But you’ve done enough waiting, tortured yourself enough with how long it took you to let yourself love him unapologetically and vice versa.

“Aaron,” You grumble, your hand falling to thread through his dark hair.

His mouth stills where it’s pressed against your thigh, and his eyes widen a little with concern, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

He raises a brow at you, waiting patiently for you to talk to him.

“You're just driving me insane. I want you, Aaron. I have for what feels like a million years and you're teasing me.”

“Is that what you think I’m doing?”

“Yes.”

“I love you,” He says simply, as that explains everything.

Now you're the one to quirk an eyebrow at him. Even as you do, you say, “I love you too.”

“Then let me savor this. Let me savor you,” He murmurs, his eyes soft, brimming with affection.

You’re stubborn— that’s just a fact, a way of life. You know and Aaron’s come to accept it. Come to love it as much as he loves any other part of you. It’s why when you look at him skeptically for several moments, his gaze doesn’t falter and he doesn’t give you an alternative.

“Alright, fine. I’ll be patient.”

He grins against your thigh before he starts again, his hands brushing every inch of your skin, followed by his mouth. For all intents and purposes, he’s worshiping you. His hands are so insistent, full of reverence. His cups your breasts, teasing your nipples into your writhe underneath his touch. His mouth is even better, bringing you to peak after peak as his hands rub gently at your thighs, as he murmurs the softest of praises to you. It all makes you dizzy, like you’re floating in the ocean, fully submerged in pleasure. In Aaron.

After you’ve both lost count of how many times he’s made you cum, he gathers you in his arms, gazing down at you, “Are you okay? Need an intermission?”

“Just…give me a minute,” You huff, pressing your face to his chest, trying to ground yourself. “You’re gonna kill me when we have sex aren’t you?

He grins, treating you to a soft kiss, “I’ll go get you some water and a snack.”

hotch taglist: @honeybrowne, @hotchs-bitch, @pastanoodles11, @stevengrcnt, @greg-montgomery, @lesbianhotch, @rousethemouse, @flightlessangelwings, @hotchsdharma, @maisondenachtai, @silversprings-mp3, @callm3c0nfus3d, @ilikefictionalmen

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wc: 404 | cw: depression | gen rating | for @steddiemicrofic | Prompt: "hole"

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He couldn’t escape it. Everywhere he went, it followed, it consumed, it overpowered. He’s had it for as long as he could remember, this hole in his chest. It was like he woke up one morning to it, shoving every emotion out of the way to feel the pulsing emptiness within. 

Demo-things and nailbats brought on tunnels and wayward children bleeding into secret bases and flesh monsters to end in a blaze of glory with mind-controlling wizards and earthquakes; they gave it power. The hole in Steve’s chest went from a small pit to a blackhole, unrelenting in its desire to numb him. 

Dustin was a good distraction for a while and talking things out with Robin sometimes made the hole shrink for a day or even a week. No matter what, it always came back. 

Steve burrows into the pillows and sheets of his bed, the one he shares with Eddie now. He clings to the pillow under his head, searching for the cool fabric to counter the blaze under his cover. There are no tears, but he feels like he’s crying – too numb to actually let tears fall. He wants to feel that relief Robin always talks about after a “good cry.” He just can’t.

He just wants it out. 

The door creaks open, heavy boots thudding softly against the old wood floor. “Dark day?” Eddie whispers as he sits behind Steve, a ringed hand carding through his hair. 

He shifts, careful not to knock Eddie’s hand off his head, to look up at his tired, wonderful boyfriend. No words, his eyes say it all. 

Eddie just nods, leans down to kiss his head. Because Eddie gets it. He has a hole of his own that takes over his days, trapping him in their bed for hours. He's the only one who just gets it. 

Steve watches Eddie change out of work clothes and slip into cozier ones. He pulls his hair into a bun, takes off his rings, and slips into bed. “C’mere,” Eddie says, already pulling Steve into his bare chest. The love he feels for Eddie won’t magically banish the darkness out of Steve’s chest, his affection can’t smother it into ash. But he does make it bearable.

They’ll lay there for the rest of the evening, like all dark days. And Eddie will hold him until Steve can feel something again. However long that takes. Hopefully forever. 

[demigoddessqueens]

(not so) secret love

based off a previous prompt here

A/N - tried to get as many as I could

You had been working alongside them for quite a while. There was an amicable element to your dynamic, but the tension was palpable between you two as well. That just came naturally after avoiding one too many close calls from Assassins/Templars. Call them a fool but fleeting time with you as just another reminder not to waste any more moments on how they feel towards you.

“What has you smiling in such a way, perhaps some other love on your mind?”. “Yes, one that I’ve started to care about for quite some time.” “..—who would that be?” “You.”

Altair

He’s taken aback and surprised at your forwardness, but may also be a bit smug too because it’s “oh? You think about me? 😏”

Ezio

A total flirt who means well (because he loves you too!) who will absolutely tackle you into the tightest hug and just love all over you

Yusuf

Another flirt who flings himself into you, or head in your lap, being all “well Ezio can take the rest of my mission, just tell me how much you love me!”

Edward 🏴‍☠️

He’s used to attention (comes with being a pirate), but all he’s wanted was your approval in the end. Your approval and love was worth more than the treasure he’s so sought after

haytham 🗡️

404.exe.Templar has stopped working

He’s used to being told he’s cold, calculating or off-putting, but it’s a new warmth he’s getting used to being loved by you

Shay 🍀

At a loss for words, which is new to him, but any clever retort he has falls short given that he’s trying to hide a blush from your knowing smile

Connor

Also 404.exe.Assassin son stopped working

He knows he cares for you, and deep feelings was something new to him, but he’s glad you feel the same because he wants to explore that with you

Bayek

Pulls you close for a kiss, and what feels like an eternity pulls away as he whispers in your ear, “I’ve thought about you for the longest time and it is a privilege to be loved by you.”

Eivor

Is actually bashful about your confession, as they didn’t think you felt the same, but is also glad their nerves are put to rest

Basim

He’s a bit in disbelief, holding your shoulders tight as he asks again and again, before pulling you into a deep kiss. Let him hold you just for a while

Jacob

Mr crime boss turned smitten is the happiest he’s ever been! Don’t mind the deep kisses, he’s just happy he’s right about his feelings!!

Evie

You think it’s cute she’s trying to hide her blushing but bless her heart! She’s glad to have found someone she cares for in all these duties as an Assassin

Arno 🇫🇷

His lil romantic heart is about to burst with feelings! Think the most swoon worthy hug and then multiply that because this is Arno and he loves hard

Desmond

He’s relieved he wasn’t imagining things and wants nothing more than to just be near you at all times

[antlerscove]

Josh Hutcherson!Mike Schmidt x Reader

A/n: nothing too bad, just Mike needing your comfort after a long night at work :)

Word count : 404

Warnings: angst, comfort in the end though

“It’ll Be Okay”

Mike Schmidt was your boyfriend of a few months. You never noticed his strange habits of staring at the poster on his ceiling or the nature sounds he played. It never occurred as odd, and you knew he lost his brother a while back, maybe it was to help with the grief? You wouldn’t pry about it, until one particular night when he got back from his new job.

“Mike! Hi my love,” you had said.

“Hi baby, why are you still awake? Is Abby in bed?” he looked tired, groaning as he sat next to you.

“I missed you, Mike, and Abby is sound asleep-” you paused, “are you alright, love?” you asked. He looked at you like a deer in headlights, almost taken aback a bit.

“Night shift, fell asleep at work and ended up falling to the floor at some point..,” he thought about his next words, “then I left, it was morning so I locked up and left,” he finished. You decided to hug him, then grabbed his hand and led him to his room.

You laid down and dragged him down with you. He landed softly onto the mattress, then he lifted his head to look into your eyes, they softened at your concerned expression.

“I will be okay, baby,” he said, curling into you. He practically was melting into your body, head on your chest. You pet his hair silently, kissing his forehead.

You felt a wet spot on your shirt where his head was, you grabbed his chin and softly lifted his head up, seeing tears slowly forming once again.

“Oh, Mike,” you sorrowfully said. Tears started to slowly run down his face. You kissed them away, and it caused him to cry more.

“Stress, all it has been, my dreams keep getting weirder, work is weird. It doesn’t feel right… I don’t feel right,” he sobbed out. You softened your eyes, kissing his tears away and then kissing his lips. He reciprocated the kiss, holding onto your head and pulling away first. You looked at him and wiped his remaining tears off.

“Mike, I cannot promise anything, but I can promise that I will stay,” you said. He smiled a little, not enough to be considered “happy”, but a smile of “thank you”. He melted back into your chest.

He was stressed, but you were going to help him out of it. You knew you would.

[jess-themess05]

Favorite fics?

oh geez. i’m gonna try keep it sweet and simple less i go on and make it unbearable to read. also these summaries are gonna be terrible but i think all of these are gonna be fnaf sun and moon fics i’m SORRY ITS IN MY HEAD BUT ANYWAYS- SHORT N SWEET LES GO

A Dose of Sunshine and Starlight - @give-me-your-monsters a slow burn w/ lots of angst and bittersweet-ness aww but you are all mentally ill.

Bug Love - @theohnocorral the boys are now bug-ified gods and take a liking to a mortal who probably apologies to inanimate objects

Universal Jesters - @lovelymoonmagic you accidentally become the handler to pair of bots with memory loss and mystery trauma

it was, in reality, not fine - @bones-of-a-rabbit you, the reader, have the self preservation skills as a bowl of soup. also oblivious to love hehe

Late Night to Early Morning - Loyal_Backstabber reader meets neglected robot clowns and vows to risk their life for them

Solar Lunacy - @bamsara its- ITS SOLAR LUNACY. anyways you meet certified murder robots and say i can fix em, they’re gonna fix u too.

copper cogs rusted through - @paper-lilypie “oh what’s this, one of these jesters tried killing me? eh it’s fine” then you fall in love

Rotating Shifts - LightningTriceratops protag mistakes sun for unconscious, jaundice ridden man and realizes he’s a robot with a not dead brother and separation anxiety

basically ANYTHINGGG by @naffeclipse , but the first story i ever read from them was In Deep Dreams Between the Waves very different fro, eclipse in sleuth jesters cause he’s actually decent. (also poor vanessa girl don’t get a break)

Clowning Around - EngageSage you overcome your anxiety to protect a poor jester, and are fueled by spite to fuck up moon man for being a certified bitch

Celestial hearts in a purple mind - @kabra-malvada *finds ominous object* *touches it* *is shocked to find they are possessed*

Twin Animatronics With Too Much Time on Their Hands - @twinanimatronics & @dana-chan-the-control-brain you fall in love and fight the temptation to resurrect a dead dude and kill him again

The Night Shift - @certified-handler oopsie you now work with a needy jester who sweeps you off your feet, even more oopsie he turns into a psychopath when the lights go out and triple oopsie you fall in love with HIM too

Star Crossed Souls - @faz-friendly-light-up-shoes reader said “god give me a sign i’ll find love.” gets the sign, and ignores it

404: Personal Space Not Found - CrazedAuthor anxiety filled individual thinks they will be fixed by a child supervisor, gets surprised by his stab happy twin

Celestial Syzygy - @echoingkarma you’re like the jack of all trades, including befriending animatronics who may or may not hate you (and want to maim you) you are probably underpaid.

My Neighbor Mr. Roboto - @kagedbird oh what’s this? you think moving into your new apartment will be simple and boring? WRONG there’s a robot in your closet. and everywhere- why are there so many-

Apology Flowers and Blooming Hours - @daunsun you’d think sentient flowers would have no angsty backstory huh? well actually...

Our Orbit is Elliptical - @sycopomp like your intrusive thoughts came to life, and you choose to ignore them

Lost and Found - SmolShampoo technology is so cool right guys? you got ai, and that ai can get traumatized! how cool??

Stare at the Abyss; It Might Look Back - @characcoon reader becomes a human punching bag and finds new rusty robot roommates. once they escape a deteriorating child’s play place they walked into

Ventura Highway - @madamemiz says “hey is anyone gonna take this robot?” and doesn’t wait for an answer.

Repaired Unstable - @blonde-fraumell you decide to work alongside your childhood friend! oh how non threatening he was- hey why’s this man TEN FEET TALL. and why’s this other man so kickable.

also, obligatory mer may fics! even though it’s no longer may these are still being updated :D

Luminescent Charm - @finfiprince reader finds the fishy dudes they saved as a kid in a cage, continues to spite god until they can save them

Celestial Omens (that really like Fishsticks) - @bamsara (again yes) you save two scared bastard fish and feed them in your bathroom, a decade later they see u and go “well they gave us fishsticks no drowning for them”

The Sea Jesters are Real Science - MatosaurusRex & sixty_nine13 your idol hires you to take care of real life mer! wow! unfortunately being their therapist wasn’t in the contract

Pisces Caelestis - S_V i’m a little scared of reader. they got attacked by a mer and passed out for 3 days and said “yeah lmao i’ll be fine” nO YOU WONT-

[poraphia]

aaaaaa

loved your response to the siren + vigilante reader ask :)

I was thinking that the reader probably let people think they were dead because there were some dangerous people after them— or maybe they just got caught up in a scheme of some sort. Either way, with their self-isolating I’ll-do-it-myself attitude, they convinced themselves that letting everyone, even Wilbur, think they were dead was for the best

idk something justifiable so that siren doesn’t 100% hate the reader when he figures it out

DUDE what if siren falls in love with the vigilante, not knowing it’s the reader, and when he “confesses” (more like hints towards because he’s too much of a pussy for a real confession) the reader kinda reveals it’s them— because they feel bad for lying to him for so long

ouchhh angst

But also hopefully eventually maybe maybe maybe fluff

yk that scene in httyd stoick sees valka after so long? yeahh..

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The vigilante and the villain sat on the familiar rooftop together, but this time, there was no screaming Zephyrus, no dangerous 404 throwing blades, and best of all, no Siren bleeding out on the floor.

It was peaceful, quaint, and comfortable.

Siren stared out onto the stars, admiring each glisten and twinkle they had to offer. A small smile lit his face, enjoying such company from someone so unlikely.

"I love being here with you, you know that right?" He spoke gently.

And though the vigilante tried their best to feel the same comfort in that moment, they just couldn't. Their hands fidgeted in their lap and their eyes refused to even catch a glimpse of Siren's figure.

"Siren..?" The vigilante mumbled. Siren turned to them, his smile still not leaving his face. In fact, it grew wider at the sight of them. It's been months since their first encounter. The fact that the vigilante uttered his civilian name was dismissed, just as how his hand caressed them with a familiar warmth.

"Yes, is everything okay?" He asked. His smile had left now, noticing how the vigilante squirmed with their hands clutching their arms. But they stayed silent, making little noises as scarce attempts to express their feelings. That was until they took a long, shaky breath.

"This... Secret has been eating me alive for the longest." The vigilante now faced Siren. A bit of them pained to even catch sight at the half-masked villain. Because in reality, they only longed to see those chocolate brown eyes. "I know heroes, villains, and vigilantes must keep their identities a secret from one another, but this is something I feel the upmost guilt about. If anyone deserved to know who I am in this world, it... It would be you, Wilbur."

And just like that, Siren's heart strings were wrapped around their hand and pulled forcefully to be slammed against the wall like a wrecking ball.

"What do you mean..?" His voice trembled. He wasn't sure if it was shock, hurt, or unnerving suspicion rising upon him. If anything, it was a sick mixture of all.

Without any further words exchanged, the vigilante reached behind their head, undoing the buckles to their mask.

There was a wave of denial rushing through the villain. What if this was just some sick, twisted joke Jester decided to play? Some person just happened to look like his presumed-dead lover. It was all coincidence, it was all a mistake, it was all a delusion.

The mask rested on the lap of the vigilante as all Siren could do was stare in horror. In return, they scoffed and looked away.

"You can fucking scream at me if you want to." They spat as they stood up, carefully balancing themselves on top of the building's roof edge. In an instant, Siren scrambled up as well, but never averted his eyes from the sight.

This isn't real. This can't be real.

As they began stepping backwards, almost scared of what Siren had to say, he mindlessly stepped closer, almost paranoid that if they moved any further, they'd disappear again. For years.

Years.

"Will... Fucking say something." They demanded. "I-I know it was wrong of me. I get it, okay! But you have to understand it wasn't that simple." A sob choked out in the midst of their sentence. But all Siren did was stare, stepping closer as they stepped back.

"There was no fucking hope for me if the heroes knew I was still alive! I would've put you and danger, f-fuck-- Your whole family, Wilbur! I-I didn't want to hurt you!" They were screaming now. Tears were nothing but a decoration to their distraught face.

They were near the edge of the building now. The heartbroken vigilante cautiously looked back, but Siren, no, Siren didn't care about his surroundings. Only the being that stood right in front of him.

"Please-- fuck, Wilbur!" They pleaded. "You're scaring me! Fucking say something please--!"

They had no more room to back away now. A shock of fear rushed through their body as their foot felt nothing underneath their next step. Siren wrapped an arm behind their torso, his spare hand holding theirs. A position that felt so dangerous in that moment as they dangled off the edge of the building, but it was a position that felt so right.

A position that felt like late night dancing in the living room after sneaking in late at night way past curfew.

A position of him and his long lost lover.

Siren pulled away the hand that held theirs to slide off his blindfold completely. He gently placed a hand onto their warm, flushed cheek, near reminiscent of their first encounter. They placed a hand on top of his.

Quietly, Siren muttered:

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you.."

[sandbees]

Question on child!yuu: What would the students & the staff reacts when yuu's question "where do babies come from?" To them any headcanons?

I'd like to think it goes as follows;

Grim: You think I'd know where human babies come from!?

Ace: Well, it all starts when a mother and a father love each other very much-

Deuce: Oh, a stork comes and drops the baby off to the parents!

Cater: Awww, Yuu-chan, you'll learn when you're older~

Trey: *War flashbacks* It's best if you don't know yet.

Riddle: Wh-What!? Who asked you that qu-question! A child your age shouldn't know about these things yet!!!

Jack: …Who told you that? *Going to throttle whoever planted that question in Yuu’s mind*

Ruggie: Shishishi~! You’re asking about that when we could be getting donuts? I’ll answer that later~ *Never answers*

Leona: Why don’t you ask Headmaster? I’m sure he’s more…educated in that than me.

Floyd: Silly Shrimpy~ Don’t you know that babies come from eggs?

Jade: I don’t know, why don’t we look in the library to find out? *They end up looking at the reproduction of mushrooms*

Azul: I- *Dies*

Kalim: Hmm…I don’t know! I never paid attention when my parents were explaining it. Why don’t we ask Jamil?

Jamil: *Dying inside because Kalim and Yuu are asking him*

Epel: Oh, uhm…well, I’m not sure I can tell you. Sorry. (“Who the FUCK told Yuu to ask where babies come from?!”)

Rook: Oh, it’s a beautiful thing! The mother and father will love each other and create a baby; a symbol of their love~! *Proceeds to talk about it but avoids the actual answer*

Vil: …I will not answer that. Such a question is inappropriate for baby potatoes like you to be asking.

Othro: I dunno, brother blocked those things from my searches.

Idia: *404 not found, please try again*

Sebek: !!! OF COURSE I KNOW WHERE BABIES COME FROM!! BUT I SHALL NOT TELL YOU!

Silver: Babies? Well, they come from…*”Conveniently” falls asleep*

Lilia: I don’t know about human babies (lie) but Fae are born when any newborn first laughs.

Malleus: I am not sure if that question is appropriate to Children of Man at your age.

Bonus:

Crowley: Oh, that’s an easy question, you see- Oh, look! A butterfly! *Avoidance successful*

Crewel: You needn’t worry about those things, Yuu.

Trein: *Explains in a watered down y v way that a child would understand*

Sam: Now, what’s a little shadow like you getting out of asking a question like that?

Vargas: You need your parrrr…Headmaster’s permission for me to answer that!

[moondust-writes]

『Painterly Help』 desc;; struggling with a project your professor had assigned, Kaveh attempts to come to your rescue a/n;; first time writing for the resident over thinker of Sumeru,,,and honestly, i love him so much. as an artist with heavy anxiety myself i relate too much word / character count;; 404/1802 line dividers made by;; @ / benkeibear

With a flick of the brush, you pull your hand back to study the progress you’ve made so far on your canvas. It wasn’t a secret that anything involving paint was your downfall within artistry, in fact the moment you were assigned this specific medium by your professor all you had done was whine and moan about how this was the worst thing to ever happen to you at the Akademiya. For some reason, adding water to a pigment and trying to blindly create a scenery or portrayal of a living creature was something your brain could not wrap itself around.

To say the least, this was probably the worst thing your teacher could have given you. But while you did try to have it changed, to get an exemption, they declined your request. All with a simple “If you wish to accomplish more, you have to do more than what you are comfortable with,” something that you vehemently believed was an insult. Some kinder way of “you won’t accomplish things if you don’t learn this medium.”

Well, your professor was a bitch, for lack of a better term. You wouldn’t be surprised if that was in fact what they meant. 

Your internal monologue stopped there, jolting back to reality when you felt a kind of warmth behind you. Another hand encasing yours, the one that held the brush, you felt the breath of an amused architect on your ear as he spoke; “Here, let me help you love.”

“You’re using too little water…which means you’re using too much paint…” Guiding your hand, he opted to help you with your project whilst taking a break from his own. A rarity in itself, but one you’d gladly welcome- even if you couldn’t pay attention to the words he spoke so carefully and serenely. Your face flushed as you watched your hands move, cursing Kaveh and his accidental charm, but thanking the Archons for that very thing all at the same time.

As he leaned back and let go of your hand, he turned his eyes away from the painting and towards your face and raised an eyebrow. “Did you catch any of that?” With wide eyes you opened your mouth to answer, only for nothing to fall out. “Uhhh…” Your face burned as he shook his head fondly.

“Alright, let’s try that again. You’ll get a hang of it- but pay attention this time. Okay?”

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[canon-divergence]

((ooc for 453: i did this cuz i can and will))

//the silence in room 20 was haunting... a cold shiver of pain in the already dark place...//

//slowly... a piece of paper had slipped through the ventilation, landing on the battle field...//

//it was a note... a note in 453's odd cursive handwriting...//

"dear 404, i hope you are doing well. your dazzling ways have tripped my heart, falling into a never-ending rabbit hole of desire for you... i wish to see you again... even through the denial of others... may we be reunited again... the prisoner of your eyes and victim of your hypnotic presence, 453~"

//what a loser... /j//

[m e a n w h i l e]

.

.

.

What is...this?

...

[scanning...]

Heh.

I..wish he was here.. with me..

I love him just as much as he does me.

Cod..

I miss him.. so much

[Sobbing(fem).wav]

[villainsblog97]

Xdinary Heroes Reaction:

Hearing their name in their S/O's sleep

Hello everyone I am back with some new content, and with more on the way!

Summary: How would our 6 heroes react to hearing their S/O say their name in their sleep

Warnings: none actually

Scenario: Boyfriend AU, fluff, romance

Gun-il 😴

Boy's heart would absolutely melt

Like he heard you kind of tossing and turning

So he'd just pull you gently into his arms and hold you

But then when he heard you mumble his name

Oh there's no suppressing the smile that is literally tugging at his lips

He loves you so much

His heart would be so full

He'd just pull you closer

and hug you tighter

Slowly falling into a deep sleep as well

Jungsu 😴

Jungsu really tries to hold this tough guy persona

Now he heard you calling him

So he woke up rolled over and saw you were still asleep

He definitely heard his name

Jungsu...

Yeah his name is Kim Jungsu

You rolled over facing him with a big smile on your face

You were dreaming about him

Now he's on cloud nine

Wrapping his arms around your waist

Snuggling into you more

Gaon 😴

404 Error

Jiseok not found

You know the sounds those old computers from the 90's would make

Yeah that was Jiseok

Did he hear that right

And it wasn't Gaon that he heard

His name

Kwak Jiseok

He's in fangirl mode

He's losing his mind

He wants to wake you up and hug you

But he cant, you need your sleep

O.de 😴

Seungmin is so cool

Until he hears his s/o mumble his name

then he's losing his cool

He's gotta process what he just heard

He'd gently wake you up

Just to make sure you weren't having a bad dream

He'd ask you so gently if you were okay

and you'd just nod and scoot into his chest more

Then he'd just smile

Staying awake

Hoping to hear you say it again

(Ow...)

Junhan 😴

Now Hyeongjun is shy yes

But we're seeing more fun and playful sides of him

Now hearing his name come from your sleep talking is of course gonna embarrass him a little

But it's also gonna make him the happiest guitarist ever

He cant help but smile at it

He'd adjust the blanket over your shoulder and gently kiss your head

But like Seungmin

He might stay up a little later waiting to hear say his name again

But the waiting would relax him

and eventually

He would fall asleep

Jooyeon 😴

(R.I.P to my man's long hair 🥺✌️)

So Jooyeon never really shows his emotions

(unless he's singing 5sos)

He was helping you fall asleep after a stressful day

He sat on your bed playing his guitar for you

Soon you were fast asleep

He was gonna get off the bed but then he heard you say something

his name

He kind of froze

And just watched you for a second

The biggest, loving smile on his face

His s/o was really dreaming about him

But of course being the little punk he is

He would tell you all about it in the morning

But he loved every second of it.

That's it for that! I hope everyone enjoyed it, Please look forward to the new content that will be coming out soon!

[recklessracoon]

I thought I'd share my Saiki K playlist. It's just a bunch of songs I like that I think fit him rough arranged by where I feel like they fall on his character arc. Justifications for my selections under the cut.

I Am a Rock by Simon & Garfunkel: This song really strikes me as affirmations of a deeply lonely person trying to convince themselves that they're better off this way. A good fit for Saiki at the start of the series when he's closed himself off from other people.

The Beast by Spectacle-P: It's about a someone who's been lonely for so long that they've forgotten how lonely they are being offered love but being too proud and full of fear to accept it. I'd quote some of the translated lyrics but I'd just end up putting most of the song here I think. Please watch the subtitled video on youtube and tell me if don't think this isn't a good fit for Saiki.

Nothing at All: Reminds me of early series Saiki's tirades about how much being a psychic sucks where he just describes the symptoms of depression.

Loveless by Steampianist: Honestly I don't remember why I put this on here. Probably because of the feelings of alienation it conveys and how it seems to be about the ace experience of not being able to experience love in the way that society tells you should.

Are You Satisfied by Marina: I think this ones pretty self-explanatory. If I was better at drawing I'd like to make an animatic about the Saiki brothers using this song.

Star of Show: I'll admit this ones a bit more of a stretch and honestly it's mostly on here because I like listening to it when plotting out my fanfic but also "I'm not a freak/I'm not an act/I'm not a deity's performance!" kind of fits with his issues about how his powers affect people's perception of him.

404 by Pinocchio-P: It's about feeling unable to connect to people and like your true-self will be rejected. I also think the little alien guy in the music video for it looks a lot like Kusuo. I actually forgot how good a fit this was until I went and looked at the lyrics again and yup past me was correct in putting it on this playlist.

A Hundred Years Unresolved: It's lonely sounding and I came to associate it with Saiki because like listening to it when I play the Regentquest segment of See You in the Dark. No deeper reason then that.

Oh No! by Marina: Kusuo is the sort of guy to go "I know exactly what I want and who I want to be." You know, like a liar.

The Chattering Lack of Common Sense: I'm not sure how to explain it but I feel like the theme of falseness that runs through the song fits him. It's also worth mentioning that this song is also on my Kuusuke playlist that I'm not sharing here because it isn't as good and frankly it's kind of shameful that I even have a playlist for that guy.

I Am Not a Robot by Marina: Kusuo is vulnerable and lovable even if he doesn't believe that about himself.

God-ish by Pinocchio-P: I'm not sure how well this one fits because frankly this is one of the Pinocchio-P songs I don't feel like I have as solid a handle on the meaning of. I mostly chose it because of the name and because it seems to be a pretty cynical song.

Fear and Loathing by Marina: "Now I see, I see it for the first time / There is no crime in being kind / Not everyone is out to screw you over / Maybe, yeah just maybe, they just want to get to know you" I feel like this is fairly self-explanatory

arms by Christina Perri: I listened to my Pandora stations for the first time in ages recently (well back in August, apparently), heard this and thought "Kubosai song?!" though frankly it would also work well for Nensai or other Saiki ships or even platonically if you ignore some the more romantic lyrics. Though I think it's best suited to the first two listed. Anyway I think this fits Saiki's relationship issues pretty well.

Soap by The Oh Hellos: It's a very hopeful song about how people need other people and you are not unlovable. So I think you can imagine why I thought it was a good song to end the playlist with.

[cloti-strifehart]

Who We Are

Title: Who We Are

Author: KristinaMarie

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Rating: M (will be E in later chapters)

Pairing: Cloud Strife/Tifa Lockhart

Summary: Cloud is racked with guilt after nearly killing Tifa under Sephiroth's influence. He carries her limp body back to the village, and as Tifa sleeps, Cloud realizes that he feels most himself when loving and protecting her. The story explores Cloud's anguish over nearly losing Tifa, his steadfast devotion to her, and his commitment to fight Sephiroth's memory to regain himself.

Read on AO3

Notes: This storyline in Rebirth is so beautifully done, I can't help but explore it more deeply. Cloud's psyche has always been so interesting to me, and I'm convinced that without Tifa, he'd become a shell of himself once again. Cloud's self-purpose started with Tifa. I think Sephiroth knows the influence Tifa has on Cloud, and the theory that he's aware of that and wants to corrupt Cloud against her to help himself succeed is so good. So, here's my imagining of how Cloud will figure it all out.

I have one more chapter in mind which will earn the E rating. I'd like to continue this, depending on how that goes and if inspiration hits. Let me know what you think! Unbeta'd.

There may be discrepancies with canon in this story. My apologies!

Tags: How i wanted it to go // The scene was perfection don't get me wrong // But why not? // Cloud Strife Needs a Hug // And to get a grip // That's where Tifa comes in // The gang just wants to help // Trauma // Angst // Guilt // Promises // Cloud tries to figure things out // Thought she was dead again // Promptly shuts down // 404 Error Cloud Not Found // Canon Rewrite // Canon Divergence - Final Fantasy VII Rebirth // rated M for now // Just barely M // Rating May Change // Will be Rated E in future chapters

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I was supposed to protect you, no matter what's to come.

Somehow forgot when they told me we hurt the ones we love.

- Friendly Fire, Linkin Park -

Sephiroth didn’t kill her. 

Liar.

I killed her.

Imposter.

I killed Tifa.

Who is she?

She’s my… she’s…

Another streak of white hot pain screams through Cloud’s temples where he sits, elbows resting on his drawn up knees.

No.  Not his temples.  Across his face, his cheekbone against the hammer that is Barrett’s fist.  Cloud takes the punch unfazed, deserving, because he did this.  He’s the reason she…

She’s dead.

Cloud killed Tifa.  He backed her up against the mako pit, swung at her with his blade.  All because he listened to him.  So sure she wasn’t who she said she was.

But it’s Cloud who’s not himself.  If he ever was.

He felt like he was, around her…

Barret roars.  Will he punch him again?  Cloud hopes so, if it’ll help. 

“Hey, get your shit together!  Tifa needs you!” 

Cloud stands with knees daring to buckle.  She said she needed me once.  Made me promise.  Each step toward the pool of mako feels like he’s trudging through cement. 

I’m no hero.  I’m not anything, anymore.

That’s it.  He’s not anything.  That’s why his bones feel like jelly, why his blood feels cold and sluggish in his veins.  Moments ago everything was a blur around him, like looking through heat rising off concrete, pressure behind his temples.  

Something laughs.  Laughs.  Then Cloud’s thoughts clear, his head gloriously empty to match his chest.  If there was a pulse beneath his armor, he’d be surprised.  Ashamed.

Without Tifa, what was the point?

But that clarity… it came and went.  Both strongest and weakest around her. 

Something roars.  The Weapon.  It looms over them and when Cloud looks up, the light is blinding. 

Then … she’s there.  Somehow she’s there.  And the silence in his head is so forgiving.

Cloud falls to his knees for the second time that day, palms on the ground as he hovers over Tifa’s soaked, still body.  Pain flickers in his chest, now; flows out through his limbs, stokes his heart to beat at an infuriating pace. 

She sputters wet coughs and her eyes flutter open and everything inside Cloud hurts so much…

It makes him want to smile. 

Cloud carries her the whole way back to the village.  Like a cross to bear.  Like he should have done back when…

When I killed her.

She sleeps in his arms, head tucked between his chin and shoulder.  Cloud maneuvers her only when he has to in order to cross the terrain, keeping his voice low and his words short each time he needs to wake her. 

“Tifa, listen to me.”

“Tifa, put your arms around me.”

“Tifa, hold on to me.”

She does what he asks each time, arms moving languidly, heavy with exhaustion.  She’s so strong.  She’s a big girl, always has been. 

She’d been right back in Kalm.  He hadn’t been there for her.  He should have, but…

It’s hard to think back to the mako reactor in Nibelheim.  His temples throb when he does, but he does it anyway, because… because…

He can still feel the rage that flowed through him in Nibelheim.  But before that was the emptiness.  That hollow nothingness that echoed throughout every tainted cell of his being as he’d carried Tifa, just like this.  As he’d nearly lost her, just like this.

You know she's dead. 

No.  She’s warm in Cloud's arms.  Her breath whispers against his skin.  The scar peaks at him from under her top.  Tifa.  His Tifa.  She’d waited for him; found him at the train station.  She’s been here all along.  And where was he?

He’s here for her now.  And look at what it’s done - nearly cost her her life.  Nearly lost her again… Without her, there’s nothing.  Nothing left but the other part of him he doesn’t recognize, or maybe recognizes too well.  The part of him that feels so wrong when Tifa isn’t with him, that pushes out all that feels painful and perfectly right. 

The part he wants to remember, but fights against him when he tries… except when she’s with him.

When the party finally arrives, the group buzzes about, busying themselves with ways to help Tifa.  Barret leads the way, clearing it, still grumpy that he didn’t carry Tifa back himself.  Cloud should have let him, he thinks, but the moment he picked up Tifa’s limp body, his head and chest screamed not to put her down; to keep her warmth close to remind him she’s alive.  Not dead, by his hand or by Sephiroth’s.  Aerith announces she’ll grab blankets, water, food, the kitchen sink too, probably.  Yuffie nips at his heels chirping away, how can I help, what can I do, is she okay?  

Cloud almost feels bad when he crosses the threshold of the bedroom and kicks the door shut in Yuffie’s face.  Almost. 

“We’re here, Tifa,” Cloud murmurs against her forehead.  This time, despite the commotion in the next room, she doesn’t stir.  The familiar chaotic bustle of doting friends makes her feel safe, he guesses. 

He wants to be that for her.  He’s tried to be that, so many times.  When they were in the village as kids.  On Mt. Nibel…

Carefully, Cloud lays her atop the bed over the blankets, kneeling one knee on the mattress as he sets to work.  As gentle as he makes sure to be, it all feels mechanical, what he’s doing.  Pulling her red boots off her feet.  Sliding her thigh highs down her legs.  Undoing her gear from around her waist, wrists, and arms.  Even the ponytail holder has to go.  It’s all dirty, tainted.  Like him. 

Cloud knows what has to come next, and he knows the girls just outside the room are better suited for this job.  But he has to do it.  He has to be there for her.  He’d promised.

Pushing off the bed, Cloud moves with quick determination to the door where Yuffie is still yammering and Red still scratching at the wood.  Cloud yanks the door open, effectively quieting them all.  Except Aerith who simply stands there with those sad eyes of hers, always sad, a blanket folded in her arms. 

Cloud can’t bring himself to look into her eyes.  He knows.  He knows he’s the cause of all this. 

He’ll apologize later, he decides, as he yanks the blanket from Aerith’s arms and shuts the door again, this time twisting the lock.  He…. They need privacy.  He needs to do this.  He’s known Tifa his whole life.  No one knows Tifa like him. 

Right?

Cloud returns to her bedside, letting that thought distract him as he works. 

I know Tifa better than anyone. 

First he removes his own heavy gear, leaving only his sweater and fatigues. 

And she knows me better than anyone.

He coaxes Tifa into a sitting position, slumped against him, forehead against his shoulder. 

Better than I know myself.

Her suspenders were easy enough to pop off.  Gripping the back of the fabric, Cloud rolls her white top up and over her head, then the black one next.  It all needs to be washed after being in the belly of the Weapon.  He keeps his eyes trained to the wall and lets his touch guide him.  She feels so warm against him, and he finds himself thanking whoever’s listening for that.  She’s warm.  His one arm wraps around her waist to keep her body pressed against his, ensuring modesty, while his other arm pulls Aerith’s blanket around her.  Leaning forward, he guides Tifa back to the pillow, then straightens the blanket around her before reaching beneath it to undo her bottoms.  He know it’s awful of him, but his fingers yearn to feel more than the smooth, warm glide of her skin as he pulls off her skirt, her underwear…

He only ever feels warm around Tifa, he thinks.  Like his blood suddenly remembers how to move through his veins. 

Her clothes neatly set aside for later washing, Cloud kneels beside the bed, hands on his knees, shoulders straight as he checks over his work.  Tifa is still sleeping, none the wiser, every bit of her covered and her dignity intact. 

A smile hints at the corner of her lips, and Cloud buckles, shoulders slumping forward while his fingers dig into his knees. 

What had he done?

He chokes against the sobs racking through his body, swallowing them down so as not to wake her.

You tried to… you almost…

What is she?

Cloud fists his hands in his chocobo hair and doubles over, his tears falling onto his fatigues and wetting it there.  “Shes Tifa,” he hisses.  “My Tifa.  You… you tried to take her from me.  Take everything from me.”

He knows Sephiroth is kneeling behind him, grinning, whispering into his ear.  But Cloud can’t feel nothing like his former hero wants him to.  Not this time.  Because Tifa needs him.  She needs him, and the anger is raw and lawless within him. 

This is when he feels most like himself, he thinks.  This, and when he’s loving Tifa.

Cloud’s eyes snap open.  His hands slowly leave his hair, moving to the mattress to grip the hem of Tifa’s blanket.

When I’m loving her…

That’s when everything makes sense, he thinks.  That’s when he feels like… like Cloud. 

Years of hiding feel forgotten as he climbs onto the bed, easing himself down alongside Tifa’s still body.  Unsteady fingers brush her stray hair  behind her ear, then trails down to the nape of her neck, holding her there so he can press his forehead to hers.  He knows he doesn’t deserve this; shouldn’t let his nose slide along hers, his blonde eyelashes flutter against her long, dark, whispy ones.  The arm under them curls under her neck so that his forearm can cradle the back of her head, and his free arm moves from her nape to her waist, wanting nothing more than to crush her against his chest like he did in Aerith’s garden.  Instead he insistently shows restraint, but only enough to satiate himself with the rise and fall of her chest against him.  He needs this. 

Needs her.

Cloud tucks the blanket more tightly around Tifa, though his hands tremble where they hover over the hem overlapped across her front.  Years ago, days ago, hours ago, he couldn’t imagine himself doing this, but now… His fingers part the blanket just enough to smooth his hand under to her stomach, following the dip of her navel up until he finds it - the raised edges of the scar.  The very thing he’s denied, burning into his fingertips and scarring there as proof. 

He’ll never doubt her again, he swears.  Another promise.

Cloud lets the tears come until he slips into dreaming, where he finds Tifa on the tower in her blue summer dress, smiling at him and asking for promises he’ll always, always keep. 

[andiitom]

okay so really weird asks but i need this..! okay so a fem!mc like sharing her items with thhe first year.. uhm like her scrunchies, lotion and perfume🥰

OMG yes bestie i lowkey was already writing something like this is the best motivation for it cuz I did this a lot with my male friends!!

also sorry for being gone I been popping in perodiclly I recently had prom and graduation is like in three weeks, and I've been picking away on some asks they should be all rolling out at some point this week lol

Ace 

He's literally shaking, shitting and crying mc why won't you give him the scrunchie!? 

He'll buy a 1000 more just give him the red one with hearts literally fits his aesthetic. 

"Goddamn 'ol begging ass.. here" "Yay!" 

Won't shut up about it like he doesn't post much on his magicam but it's all he posts about for weeks. 

does use lotion like that but after Mc called him ashy he started using it more but he uses some shit like aveeno. 

then during class saw Mc pull out some neon green monstrosity she claimed to be called Waikiki Beach Coconut.

Lowkey didn't know he could smell like baked goods cuz like all his lotions previous were all scentless. 

So you telling him he could've smelt like cherry pies?? Or Strawberry pound cake? 

In the same line if using Mc's lotion Ace would love using her perfume cuz sometimes he wanna smell like 'Hawaiian Ginger' than 'Evergreen Musk' after basketball practice.

Deuce 

He doesn't put much thought into getting one of Mc's scrunchies then Ace makes a big deal about it and it's all downhill from there.  Won't out right ask but he's staring Hella hard at Mc's wrists when he see her wearing one. 

"D-do you want it?" "Yes…"

He often used his mom's lotion but they were all old lady scents and Ace bullied him into changing lotions. 

 Loves Mc's Unicorn Fruit body butter sadly she had to tell him the body butter isn't edible.

nobody cannot change my mind this man uses axe body spray. Everyone knows a dude who axe bombed the hallway in between periods and that guy is Deuce.

he wont ask for it everyday but Mc's bold bloom spray collection reminds him of his mom.

Jack

Pretends he doesn't care when Mc comes to him to complain about how the others are taking her scrunchies. 

The day Mc gives him her scrunchie he is so happy but he'll never admit it out loud..

"If you don't want it Jackie I can tak-" "NO! N..no.."

He's lived in the mountains in the Land of Pyroxene and in the Savanaclaw dorm.. so he's used to being dried and chapped but he'd only ever used some shit likr o'keeffes.

then he saw Mc put some shea butter on her elbows during PE but she ended up putting to much on her hands and asked if he wanted some

holy shit the shea butter agave lotion Mc let him use.. Jack never felt so nice and soft.

NATURAL MUSK ALL THE WAY BABY

again like Deuce but for special ocations he'll ask for anything with lavender or aromatherapy

Epel 

Huffs and puffs about it. He stares longingly at Mc's wrists anytime he sees her wearing one. 

"I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS MC!" "What..?"

He's literally the only one who uses it as a hair tie, he totally shows it off to Jack when they in classes.  

It was a while before he used Mc's lotion but got over himself when she called him dusty in earshot of Vil.

Loves Mc's cocoa butter and Vaseline but hates cuz during fall-winter Vil got in the habit of slathering Vaseline all over his face(hated when my mama died that)

it'll be a cold day in hell before he uses Mc's perfume he'd hafta be desperate to ask to use some.

like if he forgor to shower after magicshift practice and has a meeting with vil he'd ask for that flowerbomb perfume.

Sebek 

Yeah he totally doesn't care Mc gave everyone else her scrunchie.. only the common whores do that. He so doesn't care… it's not like he's crying himself to sleep over some fabric and rubber. Yeah cuz he's not losing sleep because of that. 

"Mc please be a dear and give the poor boy a scrunchie he's in shambles." "Oh.. okay Lilia…" 

So Mc just grabs his hand and puts it on him. 404 Sebek just fuckin crashed. it's funny seeing someone like Sebek wear a green floral print scrunchie.

You crazy if you don't think Sebek lathers himself with lotion; he gotta be presentable to WAKA-SAMA.

But lowkey likes the shea butter it mixes well with the cologne he uses.

he's another it will be a cold day in hell before he asks for some perfume, but then again a sucker for anything aromatherapy