#and they hug him but he loooooooooves them

[ju1cyfru1t]

Rise! Donatello and physical touch.

This is very much a rant.

I am SICK and tired of people saying that Rise! Donnie doesn’t like physical touch at all.

If this is your headcanon or projection, sure! I love headcanons and who am I to say you can’t hc whatever you want???

However, it is not canon.

Does he go out of his way for affection like Mikey? No! Is it his favorite thing in the world? Not at all! Have there been times when he didn’t reciprocate physical affection? Sure, but that doesn’t automatically mean he hates it.

Let’s be real. There are many, MANY moments throughout the show (and movie) where Donatello is affectionate with his brothers, dad, and April.

He lets Mikey cling onto him, he always joins in if there’s a group hug, he carries April and Splinter on his back, he lets his brothers put their arms around his shoulder, HE HUGS THEM ALL THE TIME? The list goes on and on. DID YOU SEE HIM DANCE WITH ATOMIC LASS???

DONATELLO CAN BE VULNERABLE. Does he prefer not to be? Absolutely, but he’s not incapable of it. For one really big example; in Ballad of the Rat Man, Donnie clearly expressed his feelings to Splinter about being upset that he thought Splinter lied about wanting to spend time with him. After he realizes how he was making Shelldon feel, he genuinely apologized and made it right. (With the help of Dr.Feelings ofc) I’m not even going to mention the movie for my own well being. Donnie is sarcastic and apathetic at times, but he is also passionate, dramatic, and excitable. He’s not cold and reclusive. (BUT THAT’S ANOTHER DISCUSSION FOR ANOTHER TIME IM GETTING OFF TOPIC)

HIS SMILE HIS SMILE HIS SMILE

MY ONLY LOOOOOOOOOVE 💜

ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT HIM.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[continentalblue]

dating micah yujin hc!

🟩 He really has no sense of boundaries. What's yours is his. What's his is yours. It does get a little tiresome looking for your socks only to realize that he's wearing them.

🟩 He sings you to sleep every night. Each day he carefully workshops verses until he's certain that you'd like them 💚 As you fall asleep, he gently strokes your cheek as he softly sings you all the things he likes about you.

🟩 Sometimes when you're gone he hugs one of your plushies and pretends that they're you.

🟩 He often challenges you to beat him at random hacking challenges. Every time you lose, he kisses you as his 'prize.' Every time he loses, you kiss him as your 'prize'. It's a good system.

🟩 He often uses Skrunkly as an excuse to talk to you, aka, "Skrunkly sat on your lap so I will too, angel!"

🟩 He loooooooooves it when you wear his clothes. Even if his clothes are too small for you, he deliberately buys larger clothing items just so that you can wear them.

🟩 He totally gets you rings that match his, especially if they're those matching heart rings.

🟩 His favorite thing ever is to lie in bed, cuddling you, and talking about anything and everything. Not only are you so wonderfully warm in his arms, he also loves hearing what you have to say. Your voice makes him feel warm inside.

🟩 He loves it when you do his hair, or even when you just play with it. It makes him feel all tingly.

🟩 He literally never calls you by your actual name, it's always the most ridiculous nicknames ever like "sugar plum pumpkin". He only ever says your name when he's being completely serious.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

The Bakesale

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader (Elementary-verse)

rating: E (18+ ONLY, oral (f rec), unprotected piv, slight dirty talk, these two being in looooooooove)

wc: 2.1k

a/n: this is based on an anon request i got ages ago but can no longer find :( so i hope this finds you, anon!! 🫶🏼 also, for context, this drabble takes place between chapter six and seven :)

series masterlist | joel masterlist

“Sorry ‘bout this,” Joel apologized as he carried grocery bags filled with baking supplies into your kitchen. “Our oven’s been actin’ finicky, and I’m not sure what the hell I’m doin’—“

“You’re fine, Joel,” you said, placing a hand on his arm as he stood beside you at your kitchen island.

Things were still new between the two of you, both of you still frantic to impress the other, or at the very least not inconvenience them, but it truly was no inconvenience for Joel to come over and use your oven and advice, especially when it was for his daughter’s soccer team’s bake-sale.

“Still,” he said. “Thanks, baby.”

You felt a girlish smirk growing in your face at his casual use of the endearment, your ears not yet accustomed to hearing such a pretty thing.

“You’re welcome,” you replied, still smiling that bashful smile as you started to unpack the grocery bags. “So what are we making?”

“Sarah got assigned brownies,” he said. “Got my mom’s recipe.”

You continued unpacking the supplies while he pulled a piece of scrap paper with a scribbled list and instructions on it.

“You can read that?” you teased, laughing at your own question.

“Yes,” he replied, dry and unimpressed. “You got a problem with my handwriting?”

“If you were my student, I would,” you said, smirking at the smile that was growing on his face. “But seeing as you’re not, I guess it’s fine.”

“I can read it, that’s all that matters,” he replied, his tone thick with attitude. You laughed and nodded in agreement, reaching your hand out to rub his back in soothing circles.

“Alright, let’s get started?” you asked, turning your head to look up at him as you stood beside him, finding him already staring. “On second thought, I don’t remember you giving me a proper greeting when you walked in.”

“You’re right,” he nodded, his voice low as his eyes flickered to your lips. “Not too late?”

You smiled as you pulled him down to your lips, letting your hands rest on the side of his neck and jaw, relishing in the scratch of his beard against your fingertips. Joel’s arms were wrapped tight around your waist, hugging you close as he kissed you like a man returning to his wife after being lost at sea.

You could feel his love deep into your bones, right down into the marrow, and could feel the tenderness of his heart softening your own with each passing second here in his arms. You hoped this never faded, that the picture in your mind of the two of you sitting on some porch swing, old and grey, watching your children’s children playing in the yard would actually become reality.

“Mm,” he hummed, pecking your lips once more for good measure before pulling away. “I gotta stop before I get carried away.”

“I might like you getting carried away,” you said, giving him a mischievous smile. Joel chuckled and wiped his hand over his face before shaking his head.

“No, we gotta stay focused,” he managed through a sigh. “I only got until four until Sarah’s supposed to be picked up from Jessie’s.”

“Well, maybe if we start now, we’ll have some time left over for—“

“Alright, so I think we’re supposed to preheat the oven.”

The brownies were made and cooling on the counter with an hour to spare, giving you and Joel the perfect chance for some fun while you waited for four o’clock to roll around. Both sets of clothes were shed in a trail leading to your bedroom, giggles echoing off the walls as Joel practically threw your naked form onto the mattress with a grin.

“Made it to the bed this time,” he said, crawling onto the bed to join you.

“I would’ve let you fuck me on the kitchen floor,” you said, lightly scratching his scalp at the nape of his neck.

“Is that right?” He grinned, nudging your cheek with his lips as he kissed his way down to your pulse.

“Mmhm,” you hummed. Your smile faded as his lips trailed down to your sensitive peaks, your fingers in his hair clenching to hold him there. Joel returned your eagerness with a groan before pressing his hips into yours to let you feel his need for you. “Shit, baby.”

“You want it?” he asked, lifting his head up to meet your eyes. You nodded at him eagerly, the sight of his hair tousled from your hands, his eyes blackened with desire, his cheeks pink from excitement. “Can I taste you first, baby? All this bakin’ has me starvin’ for somethin’ sweet.”

“Fuck,” you sighed, letting your head fall back against the pillows as he kissed his way down your stomach, the sight too much for you to take. “Yes…please.”

“Please, what, baby?” he drawled, gripping the back of your thighs to press them up towards the mattress.

“Please taste me,” you moaned, meeting his dark eyes again. Joel smiled and nodded at you before bringing a finger up to your swollen bud, circling it a few times just to watch your eyebrows lace together before lowering it down to your entrance to gather your slick for a taste.

“Goddamn, you’re sweet,” he groaned, sucking his finger clean before lowering his mouth to your clit, kissing it softly.

Your head fell back against the pillow as his kisses turned into sucks that turned into beautiful swirls of his tongue, all of it building you up slowly and gently, like he had all the time in the world.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” you moaned, tightening your grasp on his hair when he found the perfect rhythm. “Fuck, don’t stop. Please—just like that.”

“I got ya,” he mumbled against you in between licks.

“Joel—“

“Come on,” he urged.

“Fingers,” you demanded. Joel lifted two thick fingers to your clit, swirling over it to gather some slick on them before sliding them down to your cunt and pressing in slowly. When he started to curl upwards while he continued working you with his mouth, you felt electricity shoot down your limbs before a white-hot, blinding pleasure washed over you. “S-shit!”

“There you go,” he cooed, sitting back to watch as his fingers drew your orgasm out until you couldn’t take it anymore and reached for his wrist.

“Come here,” you begged, pulling at his arm. Joel crawled back up to hover over your still-shaking form, his hand resting over the side of your face, warming you up like only he could. “I’d say you could do that for a living, but I’m not sure I want to share.”

“That good, huh?” he asked, clearly proud of his work.

“You know what’s even better?” You quirked a brow at him as you reached between your bodies to wrap your hand around his girth, gliding it over your sensitive bud and down to your entrance. Joel looked pained as he pressed into your heat slowly, holding your eye contact the entire time.

“Fuck,” he sighed when he bottomed out inside you. “So goddamn good.”

Your eyes rolled back as he drew himself out only to push back inside punishingly slow, allowing you to feel every single inch of him. Joel seemed just as wrecked by the pleasure as you, his head falling forward to rest against your shoulder as he picked up his pace just the slightest.

“God, baby,” he groaned as your nails scratched down his back to rest on his hips, pulling him even closer. “Ain’t gonna last.”

“I wanna feel it,” you whispered into his ear, earning another strangled moan and a lovebite on your shoulder. “Let me feel you cum inside me, baby.”

“Jesus.” He sat back on his heels and positioned your legs to rest over his shoulders before he leaned forward again to pound into you deeper than he was before. You wanted to sob at the accuracy of each of his thrusts against that spot inside, but couldn’t manage a sound with the way he had you folded in half beneath him. Your hands clawed at the sheets for purchase as his thrusts grew brutal, each one bringing you nearer and nearer to your end. “Come on, baby. Gimme one more and I’ll let you feel it.”

“Fuck—“ You could feel yourself slipping into euphoria again, your mind going hazy as every good nerve inside you lit up. “Joel, fuck.”

“That’s it,” he praised, smiling down at you, though you missed it with the way your eyes were screwed shut. “You ready for me, baby?”

“Please,” you begged.

“Fuck,” Joel’s hips slowed to a stop, burying his entire length inside of you as he reached his high with a wrecked moan. Collapsing onto your chest, you felt your heartbeats race together as you both came down from the heights of your bliss in comfortable silence.

“Mm,” you hummed, turning your head to the nightstand to look at the clock. “And with twenty minutes to spare.”

Joel chuckled and lifted his cheek off your sternum, kissing it sweetly before sitting upright. You smiled widely at the state of him in all his wrecked glory as he wiped his brow and caught his breath.

“You and Sarah wanna come over for dinner tonight?” you asked, drawing his eyes to yours.

“I gotta ask first, but I think that sounds nice,” he said, grinning as his eyes seemed to admire your own disheveled appearance. “God, you look good like this.”

“Because I’m naked?” you asked with a teasing tone.

“That’s a part of it, I’m sure,” he chuckled. “But I just like seein’ you like this. You look like one of those Renaissance paintin’s or somethin’.”

“A painting?” you laughed. “Am I a sexy painting at least?”

“The sexiest,” he replied. “Now’s your turn to say somethin’ sweet to me.”

“Oh, is that how this works?” Joel nodded like a child. You smirked at him as your eyes trailed down his sweaty neck, the neck you daydreamed about kissing every single day since you met him, to his broad, lightly freckled, golden chest with just the tiniest bit of hair on it. His stomach had you licking your lips, the muscle behind the softness of his tummy making an appearance after his show of athleticism. When you reached the patch of hair above his length that was still buried inside of you, you shook your head and tutted at him.

“Joel, you are the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen,” you said, lifting your eyes back up to meet his. “You’re going to think I’m joking, but after you…I really think I’m ruined for all men.”

Joel laughed, tipping his head back before meeting your eyes again, his hand smoothing your and down your thigh.

“Well, I plan on keepin’ you all to myself, so I don’t think you gotta worry ‘bout any other men.”

“Is that right?” you asked, smirking as you accepted his body on top of yours again, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to hug him tight. “Glad we got that settled.”

The day of the bake sale arrived, and since Sarah had invited you to her game that went on simultaneously, you found yourself standing beside Joel and playing salesman at his plastic table set-up.

“Your mom’s recipe is popular,” you noted as you grabbed another empty pan from the table, setting it on the cooler filled with soda and water (and a beer or two hidden at the bottom) that Tommy brought.

“You haven’t gotten a piece?” he asked, sounding almost appalled. Reached for the last remaining tray full of brownies, he picked one up and handed it to you. “Here.”

“No,” you chuckled. “I don’t have any cash on me.”

He tilted his head and gave you a flat, unimpressed look. “You did all the damn bakin’, you deserve a piece.”

You finally accepted the brownie from his fingers and unwrapped it before ripping the corner off and taking a bite. Joel’s thumb lifted to the corner of your bottom lip, wiping a bit of chocolate off and sucking his finger clean with a wink.

“How was it?” he asked, smirking cheekily at you as you tried to play off your fluster. With a smirk of your own, you tore off another piece and lifted it to his mouth.

“I can confidently say…it’s the best I ever had.”

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[dotster001]

The Other Shrimp

Summary: Floyd x gn!reader You go to Floyd's highschool reunion and meet his ex, who happens to be a shrimp mer.

Cw: I'm spreading my bisexual Floyd Propaganda and no one can stop me! Also, reader is referred to as tiny by Floyd, but I hc he's ginormous in his mer form, so do with that what you will.

Floyd had made you come to his high school reunion. In his words, "I want to show off that I captured the best Shrimpy in the entire world."

While you weren't sure if you appreciated agreeing to date him being referred to as him "capturing you", you appreciated the sentiment. So after receiving a potion that would allow you to breathe underwater for the three day trip, you were now in an underwater venue surrounded by merpeople of all shapes and colors.

You'd left Floyd momentarily to grab a snack from a table. When you turned around, you saw a gorgeous mermaid hugging him, and running her hands up and down his arms.

She had orange hair, and two long white antennae that would have blended with her hair if they were an inch shorter. Her lips were orange and her skin was a blushy pink. Along her torso and arms were orange stripes, leading to an orange tail. She shone like the sun, and you were immediately upset that she was touching your boyfriend.

You swam over to them, snack in hand, and Floyd's eyes lit up when he saw you. Good, he was bored with her. 

"Shrimpy!" He giggled, pulling you into his side. "What took you so long, I was getting bored." He pouted.

"Oh!" She said brightly. "Are you a shrimp mer too? I'm a banded coral, what are you dear?" 

"Nope, shrimpy is my human. But," Floyd wrapped his tail and arms around you and gave a light squeeze. "Look how tiny they are!"

"Floyd," you wheezed as he squeezed tighter.

"Here let me help you," the mer said, extricating you from your again pouty boyfriend. "Believe me, I know just as well as you how tight Floyd's grip can be. Why, when we were dating…"

"Huh?" You choked.

"That was so long ago, let's talk about something fun!" Floyd sighed. 

"Some things never change," she laughed, playfully hitting his arm. You wanted to tell her to keep her mitts off your man, but you didn't want Floyd to think you were unreasonable. Luckily for you…

"Shrimpy, I wanna go back to the hotel and squeeze you," Floyd "whispered", wrapping himself around you again. "I'm not feeling this party anymore."

So with as polite of a goodbye as you could manage, you both left the party.

                                      ….

You were back in your room with Floyd wrapped tightly around you, and you were still thinking about that mermaid.

"Shrimpy, your worrying is ruining my squeeze time. What's wrong?" 

You hadn't realized you'd been that transparent. Then again, Floyd was exceedingly insightful when it came to those he cared about.

"How long did you date her?"

"Who?"

"That coral banded shrimp mermaid," you said nervously. 

He looked at you, confused, and said, "About a month. She wanted to get at her parents by dating someone "dangerous and risky" and I thought she was squishy. So that's that."

"Why'd you break up?"

"Cause I got boooooooored that's why. I didn't love her," he rubbed his face against you with a playful smile on his face. "But I looooooooove my Y/N." 

His face turned stormy for a moment, and he said, "So don't even think about breaking up with me, or I'll have to turn you into a real shrimp."

You giggled, "I won't break up with you Floyd."

"Good," he changed positions so he could flop on top of you. "Why are you asking about her?" Then he got a wicked smile on his face, and burst out laughing. "Wait, you're jealous, aren't you?"

"I am not," you pouted.

"Yes you are! You're so silly, Shrimpy. You're jealous of someone I dated for only a month, but you're fine with me hanging out with goldfishie? You're hilarious, I love you so much," he buried his face in your neck, still giggling.

"Look, I know it's silly, but she was so beautiful, and her voice was like listening to an angel chorus, and she's a mermaid, and an actual shrimp, so I was…"

"Shrimpy," he propped himself up on his forearms so he could hover over you. "Y/N. I love you. Not anyone else. Not someone I used to date. You. And that's never gonna change. You know why?"

"Don't say because I captu…."

"Because I captured you!" He leaned down and kissed you softly, then lowered himself to cup your face. "And I'm not gonna let you go."

You felt relief fill you, and initiated your own kiss. Then it hit you.

"Wait, what do you mean I'm 'fine with you hanging out with goldfishie'?"

....

Tag list: @shytastemakerthing

[cowpokeomens]

For the nipple piercing thing. Do you think Noah likes it? And Jolly? And Ruffilo? 💗

Let's discuss this:

Short answer: Yes. Who doesn't like a pierced titty?

But I'll itemize that list for ya:

Noah: I think Noah would be very into the aesthetics of a pierced nipple, would admire it like art. Thinks it makes a great accessory, poking through a shirt, brushing against him when you stretch up to give him a hug. Would want you to show them off to everyone. Loooooooooves them in his mouth, is such a big fan of the metal on his tongue.

Nicholas: Okay so Nicky is possessive, doesn't mind everyone knowing you're hot, doesn't really even care if they know your nipples are pierced. But seeing them? That's for him. No one else. And he's not a meathead about it, doesn't go "Grr them tiddies are mine" or anything, just gets real rough with you when they are visible, says "Little slut wanted everyone to see how hard her nipples were, huh?" Likes brushing a thumb over them when he fucks you just to see your breath hitch at the sensitivity.

Jolly: I can't write this I'm so sorry headcanon over bye okay Jolly. Would make it part of foreplay, sex, everything. Makes a point to pinch and tug on them, likes when it almost hurts. "If it hurts so bad," He'd drawl, pinching on your nipple again, "Then why are you so wet?" Hahahahaha I'm walking into traffic!

[rinbowaman]

can we have a drunk heethan drabble where his softer side comes out and he js wants to cuddle and kiss readen

MDNI 18+ Content below cut

Drunk Heethan.....

"Hey babe you wanna go out on friday night with H/n and Jake?"

"Yeah sure, if you want to go lets do it."

Friday night rolls around, and you kept it simple with your a block cocktail dress. Heeseung wore a casual fit of a blazer, skinny jeans with combat styled boots, a fitted tee, and his cap, also all in black.

Arriving at the party, you meet up with Jake and h/n.

"Heeseung! Look whose here!" Jake exclaims.

Greeted by his enormous group of friends from high school, the boys all found themselves in a delightful reunion since they had gone separate paths as they attended different colleges. Up from behind, Jungwon, who shared one of the same classes as you, was apart of the massive group as he touch base with Heeseung and Jake.

"Lets all take some shots, like old times." an old friend of theirs, Jay, exclaims.

Shot after shot, the boys all visited memory lane as they joked, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company. All the while, heeseung had you pinned against the counter with his body hugging you closely from behind. After some time, it became evident that he was beginning to fee the effects of the hard liquor, though you were surprised that it took him this long to start eluding evidence of such as the rest of the boys were already six sheets to the wind.

"Bro....i'm so happay ferrrr you maaaaaaan...you got yo....selffff a reeeeeeally good girl....." jay speaks in slurs as he

"I knooooooow.....isn't she so preeeeeeeetty?...." heeseung slurs back as he leans his face atop of your head, his hands begin to feel you up as you try to contain him by keeping them pinned in place.

"babe.....wait till we get home-"

"I LOOOOOOOOOVE yooooou sooooo much...you know that?"

"Yeah i do. I love you too-"

"Mmmmm....you're so pretty......have i told you that lately?"

"you did earlier."

"well let me...just fuck...let me tell you again..."

"Heeseung wait!-"

Grabbing hold around your waist, he drags you away and takes you back into the backseat of his car.

"I want to make you feel beautiful....." he states in a sloppy tone as he starts to kiss your shoulders, lifting and placing you atop his lap.

Surprisingly, despite being obviously drunk, he still enumerated strength and precise coordination when he would shift you around....yet his kisses were entirely too sloppy.

"Heeseung wait no! you're getting saliva all over my face!"

"mmmm lick it off...."

"no! let me drive us back home."

"No wait..not yet...let me.....let...i wanna.....LETS FUCK..."

"no not right now heeseung."

"I said now....right meow...."

"....meow?"

"mmmhmmm."

"Heeseung no!"

rolling the hem of your dress up, while the straps and neckline is pulled down, he assaults your skin with the harsh licks and nibbles of his mouth.

the night progressed and you're were subjected to an infinite amount of sexual attention, which wasn't out of the ordinary.

However, when drunk, it would appear that Heeseung would develop a habit.......one that you've never witnessed......until tonight....

"mmmmm.....let me do it again....."

"n...no!....Heeseung dont-"

"Come here....."

pinning you down, he reaches in between your legs and with the softest and faintest touch, he tickles your clit by performing a series of flickering taps and strokes with his finger tips.

"AH!!! Heeseung!!"

Sucking on your neck, he continues to tickle in between your folds, while occasionally admitting a small slap with his palm.

Finally, he had his fill and you were so relieved. The tickling motions of his fingers brought about an intense sensation, you quickly succumbed to overstimulation just out of the second round.

Raising yourself up, you felt the clashing of his body weight dropping on you as he kisses you, re-pinning you back down on the backseat.

Lifting his head, you witness the face of his Ethan side looking at you. With a drunk expression and a lazy notion, he bites down on his lip, as usual.

"Mmmhhmhmhmhmhmhmhmmmm......baaaaaabydolll.......what about me?"

"Ethan no.....no..."

"Dont worry...i like to tickle a different spot....."

.........

".....wh....what spot?"

>:)

"ETHAN NO!!!!"

Part 2 <- Sober up Heethan

[carnivorousyandeere]

SFW Alphabet: Marcus

CW: unethical therapy, manipulation, semi-toxic masculinity(?), unwilling hospitalization, mentions of sex, implications of murder

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Once you’re officially his lover rather than his patient, Marcus is pretty affectionate, both physically and verbally. He likes to walk around with his arm slung over your shoulder, or wrapped around your waist, to show you off to everyone. He loves getting to praise you and brag about you to other people.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Marcus doesn’t really have close friends, mostly just colleagues and some drinking buddies he went to grad school with, things like that. He’s the type who’d probably want to go out drinking with his best friend, go to the gym together, things like that. In the scenario of a Darling being a friend-of-a-friend becoming his best friend, rather than starting as his patient, he’s certainly much quicker to try and get close to you. He wants to woo you, impress you. So really the friendship would evolve rather quickly into obvious romantic interest on his part, requited or not.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Marcus is fairly cuddly. He especially likes to be the big spoon and wrap his arms around his Darling while sleeping. He also adores a clingy Darling who surprises him with hugs and cuddles, even while he’s busy~ 🥰

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Yes, Marcus’ biggest dream is to settle down with his Darling. Marcus can cook and clean, and enjoys cooking fancy meals for date nights; however, he dreams of being a breadwinner and having his partner be a stay-at-home spouse and do most of the cleaning and cooking, and greet him with a kiss when he comes home, all of that stuff.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Not happening~! You’re ending up in his care in one way or another. If he can’t keep you at his flat or house, he’ll make sure you end up in a mental healthcare facility with him working there to look after you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Marcus loooooooooves the idea of being married to you. He’s excited about all of it– getting to propose to you, picking out rings for each other, the ceremony, the commitment, all of it. Marcus would really just like a simple gold wedding band for himself, but he’d never take it off and he’s always fiddling with it or smiling to himself, almost like he can’t believe it’s all real.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Marcus is careful but not necessarily gentle, emotionally speaking. He’s willing to use your insecurities and fears to keep you by his side if necessary. Physically, he’s very gentle and firm, and making sure to be especially careful with you since he is so built.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Marcus loves hugs. As soon as professionalism is out of the way, he’s greeting you with a hug (if not a kiss) almost every time you’re apart. I can imagine him in those airport videos, the ones where one partner is so happy to see the other again they pick them up and swing them around in a hug. He also adores it if his partner comes up behind him for hugs while he’s working on something, resting their head against his back or on his shoulder. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You’d think that Marcus, smooth and confident as he is, could say it pretty easily. But for a while, if you end up dating more normally, every time he tries to say it, it’s like the words get stuck in his throat and he can’t quite do it. When he means to say “I love you,” he might end up saying, “Drive safe,” “Make sure to eat enough at lunch,” etc. If he has to kidnap you he’ll end up saying it much sooner, using those feelings to try and explain why the kidnapping was “necessary.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Marcus gets extremely jealous when you spend more time and energy on people other than him. He gets clingier, maybe even subtly guilt-tripping you into spending more time with him if he thinks that’ll work. More persistent threats to his claim on you end up scared off or dead. His jealousy can also easily turn sexual, as that feels like a good way to claim you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Marcus’ kisses tend to be slow and passionate. He likes to kiss you on the forehead, or behind the ear. He loves it when you kiss him anywhere, but especially soft pecks on the lips as a greeting, and kisses on his chest while cuddling.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s pretty good with kids! Responsible and caring, but not so strict that the kids dislike him. In fact, kids absolutely love Marcus, because he’s willing to play with them and give them piggy back rides.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

While Marcus loooooves a lazy morning in, spent cuddling and having sleepy sex, usually he’s waking up early to go to the gym or to the office. So if you’re an early bird, you can always go to the gym or on a run with him. If not, he’ll tuck you back in with a forehead kiss and let you sleep in as many mornings as you like. You deserve the rest, after all.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Marcus likes eating dinner with you, and talking about each other’s days. Sometimes he has paperwork and things to do even at the end of the day, but if you want attention, he’ll put it aside to give you cuddles and watch a movie, or whatever you’d like to do.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Marcus is closed-off when it comes to talking about himself much, although it might take a bit to realize it because he’s so open and fairly sociable otherwise. It’s not necessarily that he’s hiding things (except for the stalking and other crimes he’s knowingly committed for you), more so that there’s a barrier in his mind that keeps much of his past locked away, even out of his own awareness.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It would truly take a lot to wear down Marcus’ patience and truly make him angry or enraged. Anything that hurts you or takes you away from him would obviously enrage him, though. He can get a little bit irritated or frustrated at times, like when he’s stuck in traffic, but really, who doesn’t?

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Marcus remembers everything anyway, but also has detailed written notes about you and audio or video recordings of any of his therapy sessions with you. He loves to go back and listen to them again to hear your voice.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The moment you met~ and then after you get married, the moment he saw you walking down the aisle

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Marcus is incredibly protective, and finds himself somewhat torn between keeping you from the world entirely for your protection and taking you around with him to show you off. He’d kill for you. Marcus would never want you to have to protect him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Marcus puts a ton of effort into making classic, romantic dates for the two of you. Anniversaries get the same treatment. Everyday tasks get however much effort you need– if you’re struggling with chores, Marcus will put in more work to meet you where you are with no guilt tripping or anything like that. Gifts from Marcus tend to be flashy and expensive, but not necessarily… things that would really match your personality? It’s not that he doesn’t know what you like, he’s just not good at gift-giving and thinks a big price tag automatically makes something a better gift.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Manipulation, always thinks he knows what’s best, pretends to be open to feedback but generally disregards all of it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Marcus is very concerned about his looks and physique, wanting to reach the idealized version of manhood in his head.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes; even thinking of the possibility of losing you for too long can send Marcus into an internal tailspin.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Marcus has a carefully curated selection of sweaters he picked to make him look softer and more approachable for therapy sessions, figuring his big muscles might be a little intimidating for some clients. In addition to talk therapy, Marcus also utilizes some forms of somatic therapy.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Marcus dislikes most challenges to his authority and expertise, although in certain situations Darling could be an exception to this (i.e., a Darling who is a colleague/mental healthcare worker, or Darling playfully teasing) 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Marcus is a heavy sleeper, and snores a little bit. He’s got a difficult time sleeping without something in his arms– preferably you, but he’ll settle for a pillow spritzed with the same kind of cologne or perfume you like to wear the most until he can get you in his bed.

[swiftfootedachilles]

Thinking about autistic Mickey again 🥺🥺🥺 he would LOVE deep pressure stims like. He just wants to be squeezed. Iggy 100% used to give him the tightest hugs he could whenever Terry wasn't looking. How tightly does Ian squeeze his hands in public and how tight does he squeeze him at night. When he doesn't wanna be touched he loves being a blanket burrito.

SOOOOO TRUE❕❕❕❕❕ in terms of birth order, mickey is the carl of the milkoviches. his older brothers were fr more of father figures than terry ever was. probably took care of him as a baby when his mom wasnt around and held him when he had nightmares for as long as they could, until mickey got too old or terry noticed

he loves being rolled up into his weighted blanket! he even moreso loves being wrapped up by his human weighted blanket. he wears so many layers bc he likes being warm AND feeling the extra weight/tightness of the clothes. ian and him hold hands so hard everyone around them thinks theyre trying to break each others fingers fr. and mickey LOOOOOOOOOVES when ian does the head-holding thingy. just grabs mickeys whole head in his giant paw, scritching him and running his hands thru his hair a bit. mickey is so lucky to have a literal teddy bear and jungle gym as a husband

🥺🥺🥺 omfg mickey loves the pressure of his own wedding ring on his finger....... goodbye. his ring is his favorite stim toy

[kiankiwi]

Little!Jacob head canons! Jacob has stated in interviews that he’s sensitive and a mama’s boy so do with that what you will 😉

YES SOMEONE FINALLY ASKED ABOUT LITTLE JACOB i LOVE little jacob! I need to write a full fic on him

whenever we have to wake up little jake, we always have layla come into the room and help us. She usually boops him or we let her dig at our blankets to get him up

he's a VERY sensitive bubby! It doesn't matter what emotion he's feeling, he's a cryer. Happy? Tears! Frustrated? Tears! Overwhelmed? Tears! Overtired? Tears! Angry? TEARS!

When he's angry while little, he immediately goes to yell but we have to remind him "hey, no yelling at mama. Mama's not yelling at you so you shouldn't yell at her. Let's talk about it okay? I understand you're mad and that's okay but let's talk instead of yelling okay?"

He's very apologetic when he starts to cry and we're like "no honey, it's okay to cry! you just feel a lot don't ya, that's okay"

Very big on hugs and cuddles... hugs are like currency to him lol

We'll be talking to someone who's visiting or other cg's in his play group or something and out of nowhere, baby will just come over and wrap himself around us and lay his head on our chest

He's a very clingy boy! Whenever he's upset or we hear him start to cry in the other room, we immediately get ready to have a 200 lbs 6'5" bubba attached to us

He NEEDS snuggles in order to sleep. His favorite pillow is our chest

(because big him smokes, he has a MAJOR oral fixation so it makes sense that little him would be big into pacis)

baby LOVES to go outside but hates to get dirty! so if he happens to get muddy or dirt on his hands, he screeches and immediately runs up to us like "momma help!"

In headspace he is VERY unaware of how big his body actually is so he always tries to come and sit in our lap but we're like "I'm sorry you're too big baby" and he looks at us so confused and he's like "no mommy, jakey's tiny!"

THIS BOY LOOOOOOOOOVES CHOCOLATE MILK

He OFTEN goes down in public due to whatever makes him slip so we have to carry his emergency little items (A paci, a travel stuffy, a sippy cup/bottle) in our purse or keep them in our car and we often go with him to pulic events to help keep him in his adult headspace. Also to support him but mainly to keep him from slipping when he's at work

This boy HATES thunderstorms! He will wake up SCREAMING and cry so hard he'll throw up and will SHAKE beside us in bed and he REFUSES to come out from under the covers

Anytime this boy goes to the park, we HAVE to push him on the swings for AT LEAST half an hour. That's his favorite part of the park

I LOVE LITTLE!JAKE

@mooodyblue your turn 😉

[solargeist]

Junebug just being overly affectionate with rev like "but i heard humans looooooooove hugs and kisses!!" and rev trying to keep his big bad wolf persona on but failing miserably because he's too flustered

junebug literally hanging on rev’s shoulder, leaning completely on him bc they’re confused and rev is thinking abt moving and letting them fall but the attention IS nice admittedly .

[berrieluv]

Shaving.

I'm sorry for writing this, it was a thought I had and I couldn't be in peace if I didn't write, my apologies.

Sirius Black x Plus Size!Reader. Summary: Sirius wants to help you to shave your pussy. TW. Characters are +18, modern AU, kinda sub Sirius?, mentions of pubic hair, reader doesn't like pubic hair, pussy kisses (? idk if that's a thing), mentions of Jegulus and Marlene x Lily. I was dying to use this photo.

I DO NOT SEE/DESCRIBE READER AS THE GIRL IN THE PICTURE.

Sirius found himself bored.

Even though everyone had much things to do, he would simply do what he feels like it. He wasn't dumb enough to spend hours and days studying for a test (he could get an approving grade without trying) but he sure wasn't enough of a nerd to spend hours and days studying (he knew he could never get straight A's as Lily, Remus, Regulus and his girlfriend do), but he and James were fine with just getting on the next grade.

Unlike him, James and Marlene (who parted ways with so each one could go and annoy their partner, trying to see who, between Regulus, Lily and you would get tired first and kick them out of the room) you were concentrated on your books, trying to get the best grades for every class you were taking.

"Baaaaaaby"

You heard Sirius crying, entering to the room. Your eyes were still fixated on your book and your tiny notes along side.

"Baby, please, listen to me"

You finally look up at his pleading tone of voice. You smiled when your eyes catch him, he was the prettiest boy you've ever seen (Sometimes you would tell him Remus was so you could piss him off. He would get extremely jealous, in a really, really childish way, because you used to have a crush with Remus and both of you had your fun back in your single days, which reminds unknown by Sirius or anyone. Jealous Sirius was the most adorable thing ever, but that's another topic). Sirius had cut his hair a few weeks ago, now it had started to grow and part of it was obstructing his face, like bangs, but he hated when you would tell him about his bangs.

"Yes?"

Sirius pouts at you for using that tone.

"Why do you hate me?" You sigh, knowing where this was going, and deciding not to put any more attention on him your eyes are back on your book, his reaction was pouting even more. "Looooooooove, please. Pay attention to me"

"You're such a whore attention, did you knew that, Sirius Orion Black"

He smiles and nods when you finally get up from your desk. Sirius opens his arms when he sees you walking to him, you hug him in response.

"I miss you so, so much"

"Sirius, we haven't been away for more than two hours this past days"

"Pleeease" He pleads, gaining a confused look from you. "Let me be inside of you"

You start to shake your head, laughing "No way"

"Why?"

"I'm working on my assignments" You quickly answer, going back to your desk "And I haven't shave"

Sirius pouts even more, looking adorable, he looks at you with puppy eyes and leans in your desk, his chest obstructing your book and you look at him with a smile. He wouldn't be insisting any more into you cockwarming him, he knows how much you hate to do anything sexual when you haven't shave, no matter how much he would tell you that pubic hair really doesn't bother him, you wouldn't allow anything to happen when it's too far from the day you shaved and too near from your shaving day.

Being your number one simp and fan, Sirius knew like the palm of his hand your period calendar along with your shaving calendar. So, being Saturday 13th, twenty days far from the day he knew you shaved, he knew you will have to do it between today and tomorrow.

"Let me shave you"

You look at him, now confused, and kinda disgusted. You didn't know why but to think about Sirius, your boyfriend, or any past person who was involved with you sexually, seeing you hairy would send a sensation of discomfort and disgust.

"No"

"Baby, please"

"No, Sirius"

"I knew you didn't love me no more"

"Sirius, stop"

"Pleeeeease, let me shave you, baby"

"No" You look at him, pushing him gently from your desk "Now shut up"

Sirius looks at you in silence for a second.

"I'll do all the steps you do" He pleads "I'll put your creams, your soap, everything"

Would it be that bad to give it a try? You really hated to shaved, but you hated even more pubic hair so that's basically what has got you through all this days.

"Fine"

That fine sounded more like a question than an affirmation but it was enough for Sirius, who ran to your bathroom to get all your stuff into that little car you first bough for books but ended being more useful for skin care.

"But I'm gonna keep studying"

Sirius nots and goes into the bathroom again, getting your towel to put it on the little couch you had in your room, placing it gently and instructing you to sit, you obey him, taking your book with you and getting off your pants and underwear before sitting.

You tried to not think about the hair. It wasn't an insecurity for you, you just hated it so much it was insane. So you concentrated on your book, glancing at Sirius who seemed really concentrated every now and then.

"You know how to start?" He shakes his head with a cute little smile, getting first your chemical exfoliant to start preparing the skin gently. "You ask me if you need to know something, deal?"

"Of course, love"

You smile at him and go back to your book. A few minutes later you couldn't process a single word the book has printed in it. You were totally obsessed with Sirius working on your pussy. If someone would tell you that your future and first official boyfriend would be shaving your pussy you wouldn't believe it, not in a million years. But it was Sirius Black, the boy who could make you feel comfortable with just being there, who would never say something hurtful towards you and who would never dare to disobey you because he was totally enamored with you and he hated you seeing you mad or crying.

"Love, I need you to spread your legs a little bit more open. Your skin is obstructing the sides of your pussy"

You laugh at the petition, gaining a look from him, smirking when he notices you have leave your book aside.

It was easier to just say that the fat in your tights was the one obstructing the way, but Sirius grew up with the idea that the word "fat" was bad, and insult, and the last thing he wanted was to insult you, and even though you have tell him, "fat" wasn't a bad word, and you didn't see it as one, he would still be very nervous to call you that.

He loved your fat, let's be honest. There was nothing more that Sirius loved than being trapped between your tights, or your belly when he would give you butterfly kisses, causing the extra skin on your belly to shake.

You jump a little when he tries to shave the curve between the tights and the pussy, failing on maneuver the razor and causing a little cut. Sirius looks at you totally scared when he sees the the red thread of blood going out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so, so sorry, my love. I'm really sorry, I-"

"Sirius, it's fine. It was just an accident"

"But I hurt you, that was so irresponsible of me, I'm the worst boyfriend ever, I'm sorry, darling, I'm- Please don't hate me" He cries "Don't leave me away from your pussy"

You laugh at the last sentence and grab Sirius chin to pull him near to you for kiss.

"It's fine, Sirius, really. It happens too often to me"

After the kiss, Sirius looks at you with puppy eyes.

"Can I go on?"

"Did you finish already" He shakes his head slowly "Then go on, prince"

Sirius smiles shyly and goes back to his job. Kissing your tights in the place where he cut you.

"I'm sorry" He says, still looking at your pussy.

"I told you it's fine, Siri"

"I'm not talking to you" He says, incensed at your voice, going back to talking to your pussy a few seconds after. He leaves a kiss near to your clit, in the parts where he has already shaved. "Gotta treat my pretty pussy right. I wouldn't want her to get hurt, do I?" He speaks in a childish voice and you just laugh. "No, of course I don't want that, you're my favorite thing"

Almost twenty minutes later, Sirius finishes. He already applied your creams and everything.

"You need a cotton pantie, love"

"Mmh?"

"So it doesn't tickles"

"Oh, yeah, yeah" You say, getting out of your head, where your only thought was Sirius, concentrating in your pussy and only your pussy. Sometimes in you. You would jump sometimes to make him worry only for him to apologized to between your tights. "I'll go get them"

"No, my love. I'll go. I need my pussy to rest"

[scoopsahoy]

hi i saw that u reblogged the "type of kisses" thing and was wondering which ones you think stiles would like?

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goodnight kisses — stiles would LOVE goodnight kisses. he would practically beg for them when you stayed over at each others’ houses. they’d be the last thing he’d want to remember before falling asleep.

hand kisses — BIG YES. before you two got together, this would be his sign of letting you know he wanted to be with you, and laying in bed he’d pull your hand up to his lips and just plant a soft one on the back of it.

smiling while kissing — this was something that you did more than him. mainly during your first kisses and when you began to get intimate. it was just a sweet thing you two shared.

lips barely touching — he hated these, mostly just because he wanted to kiss you more than most things, and he hated being teased. he almost always was the one to connect your lips when they were only a couple of inches away.

morning kisses — just like smiling while kissing, you were usually the giver of morning kisses. but only because he took forever to wake up, but he always appreciated your lips against his being the first thing he felt. he never objected to them, though.

slow kisses — he was a sucker for slow kisses. he liked to kiss you deeply and like there was meaning to it, and he didn’t think he could represent that with quick smooches.

passionate kisses — just like slow kisses, he always made them passionate. he just loves your lips.

kisses on the cheek — these are the only quick kisses he enjoyed. usually, it was your lips to his cheeks, but that was neither here nor there. that was the first place he kissed you, so it was nice to remember it. sometimes he would hug you from behind and plant one on your cheek as he hugged you.

first kisses — you and stiles’ first kiss was, as cheesy as it sounds, magical. you’d been together only a week, but you learned about the whole werewolf situation almost immediately. the night it happened was the night he, scott, and allison had to pretty much die to find their parents. and, since you hadn’t known each other long, lydia was his anchor. so, before it happened, you two stood outside the animal clinic. you were crying, terrified he wouldn’t come back. he pulled you into a kiss, which calmed your nerves a bit. “i’ll be okay,” he whispered, giving you a small smile. “i promise.”

goodbye kisses — stiles hated being away from you. you brought him comfort, and goodbye kisses were a way of having a piece of you with him at all times.

welcome home kisses — welcome home kisses weren’t just ‘welcome home’ kisses for the two of you. they were ‘i’m glad you’re okay’ kisses, ‘i missed you’ kisses, and ‘i love you’ kisses. although they were used to welcome each other home, too.

kisses on the corner of their mouth — he preferred kissing you directly on the lips, so these weren’t his favorite unless he was messing with you or on top of you.

frustrated kisses — there were a few of these exchanged, though they were rare. it was hard to kiss you when you were frustrated, as you usually weren’t in the mood. although, depending on what it was that was upsetting you, these kisses were usually good at helping you calm down.

kissing each other breathless — of course he loved these. they were usually indicative of a makeout session, or while the two of you were calming down after sex.

soothing kisses — in his opinion, every kiss with you was soothing. they usually came when the two of you were tired, and they were slow and soft.

nose kisses — he did these purely to mess with you and tease you, even though he hated when you did the same to him. although sometimes they were sweet and loving.

kisses as a promise — he preferred pinkie promises to seal a promise as opposed to a kiss, but they came out every once in a while, like when he did the ice bath.

short pecks — there weren’t too many of these from him, since he liked to really kiss you. but you loved them, as they were just a quick reminder of how much the two of you loved each other.

forehead kisses — you loooooooooved forehead kisses. they were your absolute favorite. you almost preferred them over on-the-lip kisses. almost. they were usually how he said goodnight or goodmorning, and it was just super cute and sweet.

kisses on head — he loved when you kissed him on the back of the head. when the two of you would be sitting in one of your beds with his back against your front, your arms wrapped around him from behind, you’d press your lips to his scalp, and it made him smile every time.

“we’ll face this together” kisses — he wasn’t much of a kisser when he was anxious, so you usually tried not to kiss him in these situations.

kisses in the rain — the two of you went to the beacon hills preserve one night to be alone, and just to look at the city. it began pouring out of nowhere, and you were drenched. your makeup was running down your cheeks and he told you how beautiful you were. you pulled him in for a kiss, running your fingers through his wet hair.

life-or-death kisses — again, he wasn’t much of a kisser in these situations.

kisses for a cover — i’m gonna be honest i have no idea what this means

hard kisses — during sex was really the only time Rough Stiles™ came out, but during intimate moments was when he would kiss you hard.

giggling while kissing — these were more common when you two first got together, and he would kiss you with such passion it surprised you that it could fit into one teenage boy.

desperate kisses — these were when the two of you were almost finished and just needed something to get you both there. you’d kiss him until you were both begging for it, and sometimes it helped speed up the process.

neck kisses — he preferred kissing you on the jaw, but you preferred kissing him on the neck. the few times you’d done it, you left hickeys behind to his dismay, although he quickly got over it.

hushed conversation in-between kisses — these happened most often during makeout sessions. you two would talk about your day, interrupted every few seconds by the sound of lips smacking against each other.

eyelid kisses — neither of you enjoyed this much, both of you afraid you’d accidentally lick each others’ eyeballs.

gentle stroking of cheeks — when i tell you your cheek was like a second home for his thumb... he loved doing this when you were kissing, when he was comforting you, and everything intimate.

small kisses — these tie into short pecks, which he wasn’t the biggest fan of.

kissing it better — the few times he’d been punched, you’d do this for him. even if it didn’t do anything, just the feeling of your soft lips against where he hurt the most made him feel better immediately. it was one-hundred-percent a placebo effect, but neither of you cared.

jaw kisses — this was his go-to location to kiss besides your lips. he was always eager to make you feel good, and when he hit the sweet spots on your jaw and neck, he knew he accomplished his goal.

wake-up kisses — these tie in with the morning kisses, and he always looked forward to them.

kissing away tears — after his panic attacks, you did this to calm him down. sometimes you’d be in the floor of the locker room, sometimes in one of your beds, sometimes in one of your cars. you’d mastered the ‘count my fingers’ and ‘read this text’ techniques of helping him breathe again, and afterwards he would just crawl into your arms, feeling you kiss his salty cheeks and hold your head close to your chest.

public kisses — the boy was eager to kiss you in public, almost bragging that he’d manage to find you. at school, at the store, outside, anywhere other people could see, he kissed you.

relieved kisses — the only really relieved kiss was once he woke up after being unconscious for sixteen hours in a bathtub full of ice water. you were afraid he’d freeze to death or just wouldn’t come back, and after you hugged him, you immediately pulled him in for a kiss, shivering at how cold he was.

kisses for comfort — aka every kiss.

tummy kisses — these also only came out during sex, and he loved leaving hickeys all down your body.

kisses to shut them up — sometimes when he would ramble about scott or derek and get increasingly more annoying, you’d just slam your lips against his and he’d forget everything he was saying.

slowly kissing down the body — one of his favorite things to do during sex, knowing it turned you on more with every single kiss.

“we’ll see each other again” kisses — the only time anything like this happened was before the ice bath, when he was trying his damndest to calm you down.

kissing each finger — he preferred the back of your hand to your fingers, as he felt it was more intimate.

sleepy kisses — these always came in the morning before school or in the middle of the night when he wouldn’t remember them the next morning.

angry kisses — stiles was only angry at you a handful of times, and he didn’t kiss you when he was.

feather-light kisses — these were never on your face lips, if you get what i’m saying

kisses with trembling lips — these would come after something big happened, like when y’all stayed at the motel glen capri and scott damn near committed suicide with a flare and all of you had to save the rest of the werewolves. that night it took a lot of time to calm him down and convince him everything was okay, and even after the few kisses you shared, you could tell he was still incredibly anxious.

secret kisses — sometimes he would kiss your forehead or cheek when you were asleep, laughing to himself when it woke you up.

kisses with their last dying breath — honestly, every kiss from him felt like it was his last dying breath.

[pinkanonwrites]

🥺👉👈 I have a big fat Bokuto phase now so maybe a short drabble of Bokuto planning a cute sweet surprise for a close friend. U know it. 🧡🧡🧡 ILY!

(Yes, of course! I looooooooove Bokuto so much!)

You’d been talking for months about adopting a cat. Telling Bokuto about your trips to cat cafes and adoption centers, how all of the cats were just so damn cute but none of them seemed to click with you. He’d seen how you’d sulked when you came back from your last trip to the shelter with scratches all over your arms from a cat you’d hoped had taken a liking to you. You seemed to be losing hope, and Bokuto couldn’t have that.

“Whatcha buying, Bo?” You’d ran into him at the supermarket one Saturday afternoon while on a snack run, only to see his familiar spiky locks over one of the short shelves. Bokuto yelped, loud, and swept whatever was on the shelf in front of him into his basket.

“Hey good to see ya sorry I’m in a rush talk to you later byeeeeee!” Before you’d even processed the waterfall of words coming out of his mouth Bokuto had already disappeared into the store in a whirlwind.

“Huh.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Hey, Akaashi? Is Bokuto avoiding me?”

You saw Akaashi hesitate, just the tiniest bit, before responding.

“Not that I know of.”

Bullshit.

You gave Akaashi a long stare as he proceeded to stuff the rest of his textbooks into his bag, but he refused to break under your gaze.

“... Fine.” You muttered, swinging your bag over your shoulder. “Tell him to stop running around like an idiot and just talk to me if there’s a problem. We’re friends, right?”

You didn’t give Akaashi enough time to scrape together a response before you were leaving the school. Later that evening, your homework finished, you thought back on Bokuto’s strange behavior the past few days. Did you really do something wrong? Sure, Bokuto could be a little emotional at times, but you couldn’t think of anything you’d done that would’ve upset him this much.

Ding-dong!

“Coming!” You rolled off the couch in a huff, shuffling to the door and pulling it open. “... Bokuto?”

“Hey hey hey!” He chirped, a large cardboard box in his hands and plastic bags hanging off of both his arms. “You busy?”

“N-No. Come on in.” You stepped aside to let him enter, hesitating for barely a moment before your curiosity got the better of you. “Aren’t you mad at me?”

“What? No! Why would I be?”

“I just, you were avoiding me a lot, and I thought maybe you were upset with me or something.”

He froze, scratching at the back of his head with a sheepish grin. “Ah. Sorry! I just didn’t wanna spoil the surprise. I was gonna wait a bit longer until she had gotten more comfortable, but Akaashi said you had a bad day today so I brought her over.”

“Her?”

Bokuto set the box on the floor and opened the flaps to reveal a small black cat peering up at you. He reached inside and gave her a scritch behind the ears that prompted a quiet meow.

“This is Kickstand! She’s been living behind the shed in my neighbor’s yard.”

“Her name is... Kickstand?”

“Yeah, look! C’mon, Kicky!” He scooped the cat and set her gently onto your living room carpet. Only once she was out of the shadow of the box could you see that Kickstand was missing one of her back legs. She sniffed around a bit before seating herself next to you, her good back leg sticking out all akimbo to help her keep her balance.

“See? She’s got a kickstand! C’mon, she’s real sweet.~ You can give her a scritchy-scratch!”

You reached out slowly, carefully, running a finger over one of her ears. It twitched beneath your touch, and then Kickstand began to purr, leaning her entire head into your open palm. 

“Aww, I knew she’d like you!” Bokuto beamed. “I brought you some of her toys and food and stuff, things I used to lure her out of the yard. And I didn’t know if you had a litterbox but I brought a little plastic bin you can use until you buy a  proper one.”

“Bokuto!” You whined, tears brimming in your eyes.

“WHOA! Do you- Do you not like her? I know she’s missing a leg but she’s still a real good cat and-!” His words trailed off into a breathy wheeze as you trapped him in a hug, squeezing the air out of him.

“She’s perfect. Thank you.”

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, of course! Any time.” Your face was buried in his shoulder, so you weren’t able to see the blush and the huge, goofy grin that overtook Bokuto’s entire face.

[klovenhooves]

Johnny Lawrence and the Five Love Languages, Chapter Five: Words of Affirmation

Johnny yanked open his closet door, eyes searching the sparse offerings, brow furrowed. Behind him, Miguel shifted his weight onto his other foot, face similarly focused, eyes critically searching the clothes.

 “He knows what kind of clothes you wear, Sensei,” he started hopefully. “I don’t think you need to –”

 “So you’re just going to wear whatever, then?” he asked, his tone vaguely snappy, and Miguel pursed his lips. “You and I are both under the microscope, Diaz,” he said, turning back to the closet. “And I am always worse upon closer inspection.”

 “Sensei, don’t be ridiculous,” Miguel reassured, dropping a hand to Johnny’s shoulder. “He wouldn’t have invited you if he didn’t like you.”

Which, fine, Johnny could accept that idea, but that didn’t make him feel any less nervous. It certainly didn’t answer the question of what he should wear to this ill-advised get together that he’d been invited to. He was reminded, far too often, of his first date with Ali, where they spent the whole night dancing around the idea of their first kiss, only to chicken out and then not, ultimately ruining the romance the first kiss deserved.

 In the months following, they laughed about that story like it was charming, but it always seemed weird to Johnny. Even now, years later, that was still an indicator of what overthinking could do, and now that he and LaRusso had been interrupted not once but twice, he had to wonder if the actual act would live up to the anticipation.

 “You and Miguel should come to dinner at my place,” Daniel had said over the phone, the tone of his voice alone telling Johnny that he was smiling. “Robby, Sam, and Anthony will be here.”

 “What, like a –” he caught himself before the word ‘date’ could come out, but the silence on the other end of the line told him that Daniel was waiting for him to finish the sentence. Stubbornly, he stayed quiet, Miguel, on his couch, looked at him in confusion.

 “Who is it?” he had mouthed, waving his arms to get Johnny’s attention.

 “It can be whatever you want it to be, John,” Daniel said into the silence that showed no signs of abating. “Will you come?”

 Johnny snapped his jaw shut where it had fallen open against his will. He wasn’t sure when he started to notice the innuendo in some of the things Daniel said, but now that he was aware of it, talking to the man was far more difficult.

 “Johnny?”

 “Sensei, why is your face red?”

 “When?” he asked into the phone, noticing as he spoke how rough his voice sounded. He cleared his throat.

 He could hear Daniel smiling again. “Tomorrow? 7.”

 “You free tomorrow at 7?” he asked Miguel, who looked at him with wide, confused eyes.

 “We’ll be there,” he said, shushing Miguel with a hand, eyes on the coffee table, listening for Daniel’s response.

 “Good,” Daniel said, satisfied. “It’s a date.”

 He hung up before Johnny could respond, but he kept the phone to his ear, spluttering, while Miguel stared at him with a half-smile.

 And now they were here, Johnny quickly realizing that he was probably going to need a beer before he even got to LaRusso’s place if he wanted to keep his cool. Miguel impatiently nudged him out of the way and started flicking through the shirts, making noises under his breath that he couldn’t decipher. Most of them seemed confused, but there were a few scoffs of disbelief in there, too.

 Maybe Johnny should go into his closet and do the same thing, see how the little twerp liked it.

 “Here, wear this one,” Miguel finally said, pulling a baby blue shirt out of the back of Johnny’s closet, so old he’d forgotten it was even there. “It’ll bring out your eyes.”

 “What am I, a girl?” Johnny asked, taking the hanger anyway.

 Miguel chuckled. “No, but you’re in looooooooove,” he drew the word out, dodging the shirt that Johnny threw at him, trotting down the hallway back to the living room.

 “Get out of my house, Diaz,” Johnny called after him, the boy’s laughter as good a response as he was going to get.

 ***

 “Dad, I made you some tea,” Sam gently set the cup on the edge of the coffee table, catching Daniel’s eyes on her way back up. “Chamomile.”

 He smiled at his daughter and took the cup. “That’s so nice, sweetie, you didn’t have to do that,” he said, taking a shallow sip of the still-too-hot tea.

 “I did,” she laughed. “You’ve been staring into space for like…half an hour. Figured you needed something to calm you down.”

 “Calm me down?” he asked. “I am calm!”

 She raised her eyebrows. “Sure, and your leg is tapping like that because…?”

 He looked down at his jumping leg and put a hand over it. “Habit,” he said with a shrug.

 “Dad,” she took the tea cup from his hands and sat on the edge of the coffee table. “Sensei Lawrence is coming here. For a date.”

 He laughed nervously. “It’s not a –”

 “I can literally hear all of your phone conversations,” she interrupted with a stern look that reminded him so much of himself. “You’re allowed to be nervous.”

 “Did I tell you that I invited Miguel, too?” he asked.

 “No!” she jumped up from her spot. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

 “I forgot!”

 “I’m going on a double date with my dad and his arch nemesis,” she buried her face in her hands. “I can’t believe this.” She snatched his cup of tea off the table. “I need this more than you do now,” she said firmly, taking a long drink before stalking off, shutting her bedroom door solidly behind her.

 Daniel understood how she felt. Was it good to be nervous? Was that a bad sign? He couldn’t figure it out, and the longer he sat there, thinking about it, the closer the clock inched toward 7. He thought about Johnny, leaning on him on the surfboard in the middle of the night, head cradled by his arm. He thought about Robby, excited about the possibility of living with his father after sixteen years without him.

 He thought about Johnny under the stream of the shower, chest rising and falling under his hand, eyes clouded, deep in thought.

 They’d almost kissed twice – why was he nervous about the idea of a date?

 “Dad, I’m hungry,” Anthony whined, his voice shocking Daniel violently out of his thoughts.

 “I’m cooking dinner,” Daniel called out, knowing that his son was going to grab some junk food out of the pantry anyway and stalk back up to his room. Amanda was the one who was better at curbing Anthony’s impulsive choices – Amanda, who was in Malibu visiting her parents to tell them about their divorce.

 “Sensei Lawrence is coming to dinner, right?” Anthony asked from behind him, his mouth full. Daniel struggled not to roll his eyes. Trust his son to be predictable.

 “Yes, he is,” he answered, turning in his seat to see his son completely. “Be nice.”

 “I’m always nice.”

 “I seem to remember you telling Johnny that I would kill him,” Daniel recounted. Anthony grinned.

 “That was me being nice,” he said, rummaging in the bag of cheese puffs. “It was a warning.”

 “Be nicer, please,” Daniel pleaded, but he was almost smiling.

 Anthony shrugged. “I’m just trying to protect you, Dad. What if he takes your heart and karate chops it into little pieces?”

 Daniel squinted at him, suspicious. “Quit watching CW shows on Netflix.”

 “Tell Sam to stop watching Riverdale,” Anthony said, still unbothered.

 “Leave the cheese puffs in the kitchen, please,” he called, but Anthony was already halfway up the stairs, the cheese puffs still clutched in his fist.

 ***

 “If you’re worried about the first kiss, why don’t you just get it over with?” Miguel asked, safely buckled into the front seat of Johnny’s Challenger, flipping through Johnny’s tapes. “Do it first thing.”

 “I didn’t – I didn’t say I was,” Johnny stammered, hands white on the steering wheel. “You said I was.”

 Miguel shrugged. “You’re easy to read, Sensei.”

 “Shut up, no I’m not.”

 Miguel didn’t look up from the tapes, his finger tapping on top of Guns ‘n’ Roses. “Then why is your face red?”

 “Are you going to play music or are we going to talk about our girly feelings for the whole drive?”

 Miguel pulled free the tape and turned up the volume, leaving Johnny to marinate in his thoughts. As much as he wished he didn’t, Miguel had a point. Would he be able to sit through an entire dinner while he overthought everything that would come after? Would he be able to make the same mistake he made with Ali?

 He was still thinking about it when they pulled up to Daniel’s house and turned off the car. Miguel led the way to the front door, but Johnny could see the lights sparkling on the terrace, near the pool. The table was set and ready for them, the lighting dark and romantic. It seemed almost too pristine for something that was supposed to include him.

 Miguel looked back at him, almost on the doorstep.

 “You alright?” he asked, and Johnny so clearly saw himself, a teenager again, standing on Ali’s doorstep, nervously waiting to be scrutinized by her rich parents, all the while knowing they thought he was more like them than he could ever be. Yet here was Miguel, standing bravely on the doorstep, in a red flannel shirt and jeans, asking if the grown man was okay.

 “I’m fine, Diaz,” he choked out, and Miguel raised his eyebrows at him like he didn’t really believe it and rang the doorbell.

 Sam answered the door, in a yellow dress that Miguel immediately complimented, slipping an arm around her shoulders for a sneaky hug that he managed to get away with before Daniel appeared beside her, sleeves rolled up toward his elbows, a smile already on his face.

 He stepped aside to let Miguel through, offering him a hand to shake that Miguel took easily, and damn, when did that kid get so comfortable in his own skin? Johnny envied him – he wished he didn’t feel like such a kid when Daniel was around.

 “Johnny?” He pulled himself out of his thoughts to find Daniel looking at him curiously, the light of his home behind him illuminating him around the edges. Johnny felt curiously like he was looking at a painting from a museum he’d never think to go into. “Are you coming inside?”

 Why don’t you just get it over with?

 He reached out for Daniel, pleased when the man offered his hand without question, and yanked him out the front door and onto the porch.

 “What the hell –”

 He stumbled farther than Johnny imagined he would, and he caught him against his chest, one hand steadying Daniel around the waist. When Daniel looked up at him, confused and indignant, Johnny slipped his other hand around the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss that no one had enough time to interrupt because if someone interrupted him a third time, he was going to have to throw all of their children and surrogate children into the pool.

 Daniel made a confused sound against his lips, but his hands were clenched tightly in the fabric of Johnny’s shirt, pliant in his arms. Johnny pulled away long enough to see Miguel walking by, who gave him a wide-eyed thumbs up as he eased the front door closed. He rolled his eyes and let Daniel pull him in for another kiss, this one breathless and desperate and not at all like a first kiss.

 He had to force himself to pull away because he was maddeningly aware that the longer they were gone, the more likely it was that they would be interrupted. Daniel was grinning when he pulled back, all teeth and Jersey pomp, his eyes still closed, and Johnny wished he had done this thirty years ago instead of knocking the kid into the sand. They could have had thirty more years.

 “Does that mean you’re coming inside?” Daniel asked, his voice so soft it didn’t even sound like him, and Johnny tilted his head back to plant a kiss on his throat, backing him up so he was against the wall, the mostly closed front door on his left, the light from the kitchen barely illuminating them, the sound of their children a delicate soundtrack.

 “In a minute,” Johnny said, lips still on Daniel’s neck, and Daniel exhaled a shaky breath, dropping one of his hands to Johnny’s forearm, like he needed to be stabilized.

 “Take your time,” Daniel replied, head tilted back to the wall, eyes closed. Johnny pulled back for a moment to take him in, still perfect hair, slightly darker lips, face arranged in an expression he never thought he’d get to see, dazed and happy.

 He pulled him back in, taking great care to run his fingers through Daniel’s hair, feeling rather than seeing the mess of it he was making, Daniel groaning against his lips, thoroughly distracted. Johnny could get used to this – kissing the man to distraction. He made a brief mental note to thank Diaz for the idea later.

And then Daniel was turning him around so he was pressed to the brick instead and all thoughts of Miguel went out of the window.

 ***

 “Where did my dad go?” Sam asked, her eyes searching the empty kitchen. “He never leaves the kitchen while he’s cooking.”

 Miguel watched her eyes go to the slightly open front door and linger. He could see the wheels turning there. After a moment’s awkward silence, she gasped.

 “No way.”

 “Maybe don’t go out there looking for him,” Miguel said with a laugh, slipping his arm around her shoulders while he could.

 “Oh my god,” he thought she was angry for a moment, and then he looked down at her, and they both started giggling. “Thank God that finally happened.”

“Thank God what finally happened?” Robby asked, offering a fist for Miguel to bump.

 “My dad and your dad are totally making out outside,” Sam said, loud enough that Anthony, sitting in front of the television, turned around to join the conversation.

 “Ugh, Sam, too much information,” Robby groaned, but he grinned anyway. “So which one of us wins the bet?”

 “Bet?” Miguel asked, looking between them.

 “Well, I bet that they would avoid their feelings forever,” Sam said, counting them off on her fingers, “Robby bet that they were already hooking up, which, gross,” Robby shrugged. “And Anthony bet –”

 “I bet they’d do some dramatic confessing after dinner,” Anthony grumbled. “So none of us win.”

 “If I’m the one who told Sensei Lawrence to do…” Miguel faltered, trying to find the right word, “what he’s doing…does that mean I win?”

 Sam gaped at him, eyes wide. “Wh – what? What did you do?”

 He shrugged. “I gave him some advice. You know, strike first or whatever,” Miguel laughed.

 “He doesn’t win!” Anthony whined. “He didn’t bet!”

 “Didn’t bet what?”

 All four kids went still, frozen like they’d been doing something far worse than having a conversation. Miguel was the first one of them to turn around, trying to keep the smile off his face. Johnny’s barely concealed smirk told him he wasn’t being as sneaky as he thought he was.

 “Nothing, Sensei,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

 “Are you kids gambling?” Daniel asked, his voice teasing.

 “If I say yes will you fix your hair, please?” Sam asked, hiding a laugh behind her hand.

 “What’s wrong with my hair?” Daniel asked, a hand already rising to smooth it back down.

 “Nothing,” Johnny said hurriedly, biting back a grin. “Nothing, it’s fine.”

 “It looks like sex hair,” Anthony half-shouted from his place on the couch.

 The room went silent. Johnny looked over to Daniel, who looked momentarily horrified before he just closed his eyes and started laughing. The rest of the room looked at each other, Johnny trying to hide a self-satisfied smirk before Daniel shoved him, playful and embarrassed, and everyone else started laughing.

 ***

 Dinner started out surprisingly successful – Daniel had always expected this dinner to be awkward, with Miguel and Robby at the same table, himself and Johnny watching their kids stumble through conversation, Anthony being antagonistic, as only he could be.

 But Miguel and Robby were fine, chatting amiably while Sam sat between them, happy and at ease. Anthony had his own comments to make, but Johnny handled him nicely, and even he had to admit that he was amused by Johnny’s newest nemesis. When he realized he was losing whatever conversational battle he and Johnny were currently entangled in, he switched to his usual home run shot:

 “My dad could kill you,” he said, but it didn’t have the venom it usually did, when he was saying it to people who might actually believe him.

 Johnny rolled his eyes. “Your dad is too much of a good guy to actually kill me.”

 Anthony shook his head. “He could still do it. He was a Cobra Kai once.”

 “Anthony!” Sam admonished from across the table. Daniel felt his limbs go numb.

 “No he wasn’t,” Johnny laughed, his eyes sliding from Daniel’s son to Daniel himself. Daniel, who felt the blood drain from his face the longer Johnny looked at him. Johnny stared, mouth slightly open. “You weren’t. Right?”

 “Maybe we should go –” Sam was halfway out of her chair already.

 “No, Sam, it’s fine,” Daniel reassured her. “It’s – it wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t join Cobra Kai, I trained for a little bit with one of Cobra Kai’s…senseis.”

 “So you joined Cobra Kai,” Johnny finished. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

 “Cobra Kai wasn’t around at the time,” Daniel pointed out. “The guy told me he was Kreese’s sensei, that Kreese was dead, all of that nonsense, and I needed someone to train with for the ’85 All Valley, so –”

 “What about –”

 “Mr. Miyagi didn’t want me to compete. But I was…” he struggled to find the right word.

 “Blackmailed,” Sam supplied helpfully. “He was blackmailed into competing. Some guy threatened to beat him within an inch of his life every day if he didn’t.”

 “And I needed a trainer,” Daniel finished with a heavy sigh, his eyes on the table.

“You didn’t tell me you were blackmailed,” Anthony piped up indignantly from the other end of the table.

 “Anthony only thinks Dad joined Cobra Kai because he found the gi in a box one day,” Sam added, eyes on Johnny. “Dad doesn’t…” she looked over at her dad, and then back to him. “Dad doesn’t like to talk about it.”

 Johnny nodded, tightening his jaw. Daniel could see him trying to decide what to do, how to move forward with their kids watching.

 “Then we won’t talk about it,” he said firmly, turning back to his food. He caught Daniel’s gaze and gave him a wan smile. Daniel didn’t know what to make of it.

 He still wasn’t sure what to make of it when dinner was done, and Sam met him at the counter with dishes, muttering that she was going to take Robby, Miguel, and Anthony to Golf ‘n’ Stuff for a little while, knowing that she was trying to give him the privacy to talk to Johnny without any interruptions. He thought about telling her not to; he didn’t want to tell the story, definitely didn’t want to see Johnny’s reaction. Having the kids as a buffer might be good.

 “If you really like him, you’re going to have to tell him eventually,” she said when he didn’t answer, clasping his arm for a moment before ushering everyone outside and into her car.

 He didn’t have to listen hard to hear Johnny’s careful approach. He didn’t have to look to know what he was doing – leaning against the counter, hands in his pockets, eyes on his feet.

 “We still don’t have to talk about it,” he said, and Daniel felt a surge of affection for him that almost knocked him off balance.

 “But you want to know,” Daniel said wearily, grabbing a kitchen towel to dry his hands, turning around to see Johnny completely. He could still see the wrinkles in his shirt where his hands had been clenched earlier.

 “Of course I do, LaRusso,” Johnny said. “But I’m not going to force you to tell me.”

 Daniel shrugged. “You already know most of it. Kreese told Terry Silver to make me bleed, to make me suffer for ruining Cobra Kai. And then Kreese appeared, back from the dead, and,” he shrugged, trying to fight the urge to turn away from Johnny’s horrified gaze, “tried to kill me. Typical Kreese.”

 “He made you bleed.” It wasn’t a question.

 Daniel held out his hands, knuckles marred with thin scars from the wood. “He succeeded.”

 Johnny took his hands in his own, eyes on the scars. Daniel could feel him shaking with anger. He looked up to his face, tight and stern, the very image of a terrifying fighter. “I know where he lives,” he said, his eyes rising to find Daniel’s. “Kreese.”

 “John, don’t,” Daniel pulled his hands back. “It’s not worth it.”

 Johnny scoffed, pushing himself off from the counter, where he was still leaning, to cage Daniel in with his arms. “It is worth it,” he insisted. “He shouldn’t have blamed you because we left.”

 Daniel shrugged, and Johnny made a disapproving noise.

 “That’s why you hated Cobra Kai so much when I brought it back,” Johnny said thoughtfully. He paused, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “I don’t blame you.” He brought one hand up to gently trace the line of Daniel’s jaw. “You didn’t need Terry Silver,” he said. “You’ve always been a great fighter.”

 Daniel stared at him, trying to think of something to say, coming up empty.

 “Terry and Kreese might have made you bleed, but they couldn’t really break you,” he continued, surveying Daniel’s face while still managing to avoid eye contact. “You’re too stubborn for that.”

 Daniel managed a weak laugh, the sound of which relaxed the tense lines of Johnny’s face. “Jersey tough,” he said quietly, and Johnny finally met his gaze, blue eyes full of something Daniel couldn’t really identify. It was painfully soft, overwhelming to look at for too long.

 “Yeah you are,” Johnny said softly.

 He pulled him in for a kiss instead of saying something else, frustrated with his son for making tonight too serious, wishing fervently that he could go back to the front step, before they had to discuss their pasts, before Johnny had to fluster him with pretty words.

 Johnny lifted him, like he weighed nothing, onto the counter, and dropped his hands to Daniel’s thighs, clearly deciding that he was going to kiss all of his seriousness away. Daniel let him, content to be pulled along by the sensation of his hands, of his lips. But this was unhurried, unlike their time outside the front door, exploratory, a different kind of intoxicating.

 Johnny pulled back, just far enough that Daniel became aware that he was taller than him this way, blue eyes gazing up at him, sparkling in the light.

 And then he sighed, almost like he was exasperated, even while he still looked at him with a fond smile, and pulled him back to his mouth.

 “I love you,” he said against Daniel’s lips, so quiet that Daniel could almost pretend he hadn’t said it at all.

 But he clutched him tighter, holding onto him fiercely, just in case he was thinking of backing away, of hiding. He could feel Johnny laugh against his mouth, the laugh almost a sob, and kissed him deeper, communicating what he was always too afraid to say.

 “I love you too.”

[lazyprinces]

ENDGAME SPOILERS!!!!!!

soo there is so much to process and these are just random thoughts

I was already crying at the initial titles. Just seeing the Marvel Studios Logo broke me. Thinking about all this journey that led to this moment, and how much it has meant for me and all the other people that were with me in that room, watching that movie with me, it killed me. The MCU means so much to me, it has been so important for me and seeing those titles really made me realise how much I’m thankful for all of this.

Tony in space. Facing his worst nightmare. So thin. So sick. So scared. So, so, so human. Which is what makes him my favourite character. Him being just human. The fact that anyone of us could be Tony Stark. Anyone of us could be Iron Man. Because he is just like us. The message to Pepper. That whole scene was heartbreaking. Seeing our favourite hero so miserable, so hopeless.

Carol rescuing Tony was veryyyy predictable but also very amazing. Her strength really amazes me every time.

Tony reunion with Pepper was everything I was waiting for. That little kiss on her cheek made my heart melt. 

Tony’s reaction to Steve questions and to his plans felt so real. Tony was sick, scared and scarred and any other reaction would have been totally unrealistic. It would have felt shallow to see Steve and Tony agreeing like their conflict had never happened. And also considering that Tony was mentally, physically and emotionally devasted that was the only reaction possible.

When we saw Thanos again for the first time I immediately understood what was going to happen. So no big fight to kill Thanos. I wasn’t expecting it but it was the most obvious way in the end. Because the survivors couldn’t have fought against Thanos with his full powers again. So it was inevitable that there would have been something else. Thor saying that he went for the head was 🔝

5 years later. Natasha that manages everything at the Avengers Headquarters. Love her red hair that fade into blonde. She is so strong and so beautiful and I love her so much. And she is so human and so devastated, too. The short scene with Steve was so soft and I wish we had more.

Big no for Thor. Honestly they did him so dirty. He had been my favourite character in Infinity War and he was too humiliated in this movie. Like some things were fun. I admit it. But it was too much. We cannot watch the final epic battle with That Thor. No.

Morgan. There’s nothing more beautiful and perfect of that scene of Tony and his daughter. Him holding her in her arms. Just thinking about it makes me cry all over again. This is so important for Tony’s arch.

I totally loved the scenes when they organise the time travels. Those little domestic scenes that we have always talked about in thousand of headcanons and fanfictions. There’s one scene with Tony, Nat and Bruce laying down on a table talking about the stones that was super cute. I could totally watch a movie with only scene like that.

I loooooooooved the time travel scenes. Especially New York, Asgard and the 70s. Like how fucking epic it is to see again in the cinema the scene of the first team up from the first Avengers. Just great. Seeing it makes me feel so empowered. And I also loved all those scenes after the New York battle. Seeing the other iconic scene with all of the avengers looking at Loki but from the other side was so cool. And then them starting to talk and joke was so fun. Also loved seeing the differences between the characters then and now. Just great. The Steve/Steve fight was epic and reminds us of how unbearable was Steve in the Avengers. (Also can we talk about the fact that to distract himself Steve used Bucky? Like, he totally knows that it is his weak point.)

The 70s with Tony meeting Howard again. Closing a circle. And Steve seeing Peggy. I almost died when I saw her.

Natalie Portman. Nothing to add. I know that many hate Jane for I don’t know why but Natalie is my favourite actress so even seeing her for just a few second was so good.

I appreciated the choice of having Thor meet his mom rather than his father or Loki.

Seeing Peter Quill dancing from outside and looking like a total idiot was epic.

Clint e Natasha. Fucking finally. Honestly the Feels. We have been so blessed. It was everything I was waiting for since 2012. (I’m totally still bitter about everything that happened in age of Ultron but that’s for another time). From the beginning when she his devastated hearing about everything that he has done. When she rescues him and they hold hands. When they understand that one of them has to die. Them holding hands again. Them fighting just like in civil war. Nat dying. It was so heartbreaking. (And also I’m still waiting to know what happened in Budapest).

When they reunite all the stones on Iron Man’s gauntlet. What a fucking powerful symbol. The strength that comes from that shot. Nothing else compares. As soon as I saw it I knew Tony was going to kill Thanos and what was the consequence. (Also this is a big fuck you to everyone that hates Tony Stark and thinks that he is not the protagonist of the mcu) One word: epic.

The 3 seconds in which everything seemed resolved and birds reappear but we know that Thanos is coming and everything is going to hell.

The big 3 ready to face Thanos. Amazing. Wonderful. Epic. Perfect scene. The 3 of them combining their skills. Steve holding the hammer. Thor saying that he knew it and all of us thinking it with him. Steve left alone against Thanos and falling down once again. And once again standing up ready to say “I could do this all day”. But then we hear Sam’s voice and all the portals start to open. And the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen begins.

All the characters appearing. The Avengers Theme that resounds in our hearts. I was literally jumping on the chair. Tears and a huge smile. Seeing all of them united and knowing that for Thanos it’s over. Steve saying Avengers Assemble. And suddenly they’re all Avengers. And we are all Avengers. And you really feel the strength and power of this story.

All the reunions that happen in the middle of the fight. Peter and Tony hugging. All of them swapping the gauntlet up to Carol. And the amazing scene of all the girls united. (And I just want to say to everyone that thinks that it was just “politically correct”: Fuck you. Because yes it was but it was also fucking important. For me and for all the other girls watching those movies with the same passion and dedication of the guys, that have all the right of feeling represented. Because when I saw all of them united I also saw myself standing with them. And I’m sure that many other girls have felt the same way. So who gives a fuck if it’s “just politically correct”).

Carol was so underused but I understand it. Firstly because she is honestly too powerful compared to the others. Secondly because Endgame was the ending of the original cycle of characters and she is going to be the beginning of the next one.

Little thougths on the final scenes because I’m still shook. Tony taking the gauntlet from Thanos. Him saying that fucking annoying line and Tony answering: “I am Iron Man”. And the circle closes. And I don’t think there’s much too add. Tony is the Marvel Cinematic Universe and without him there wouldn’t be anything else. I’m sorry but no other character has the same value. He is the protagonist and no one can change my mind. And when he says “I am Iron Man” as he snaps his fingers, and we all say it with him, it’s fucking powerful.

Tony dying sorrounded by his loved ones. Pepper’s hand on the reactor. Devastating.

Tony’s message. His voiceover that reminds me of the ending of Iron Man 3. That ends with that same line. I am Iron Man. The beginning and the end. Nothing else to add.

The funeral. Morgan watching the video. Everyone being there for Tony, the kid from Iron Man 3, Nick fury, May. Happy saying to Morgan that her dad loved cheeseburgers too. Proof that Tony Stark has an heart. All of this killed me.

Valkyrie king of New Asgard and Thor with the guardians is perfect. I think that he fits in that group much more than into the new Avengers. Quill looking at a picture of Gamora with the word “searching” hinting at the plot of the next movie.

Steve leaving and saying goodbye to Bucky with the same words of The First Avenger. So beautiful. Steve coming back and passing the shield to Sam. I agree so much with this choice. The fact that the movies ends with the dance between Steve and Peggy that we had been waiting for all this time and them kissing is just perfection.

The amazing end credits. With the signatures of the original Avengers. Ending with RDJ. Because as much as Tony is the MCU, Robert Downey Jr. is. The Marvel logo at the end with the background noise of the hammer as a tribute to the scene where Tony forged the first armour, beginning this amazing journey.

In conclusion I liked this movie much more than Infinity War. Maybe because Infinity War was a transitioning movie, very fast, very dynamics for sure but also simpler. Endgame was so full of stuff. Many things and I loved them all or almost all. The perfect conclusion for the characters and this whole cycle. And for anyone complaining about the contradiction regarding time travels, honestly it’s a movie about aliens and superheroes who cares if something doesn’t add up.