#brain lost his cute privileges

[nisazeee]

What are they scheming about???? Certainly nothing silly. Something very serious.

[radioisntdead]

AHAHHAHAHSHSHHD I HAVE A REQUESTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT IF YOU DON'T MIND BUT CAN YOU DO A HUSBAND ALASTOR X CRYBABY READER

Good evening my dear! Indeed I can!

I'm on a songfic fix at the moment so hopefully you don't mind me turning this into one, if you do just let me know and I can write a proper oneshot, drabble or headcanons

Crybaby

Warnings:

Murder, Alastor being weird, mild angst, OOC, the ending is a bit muddled because lack of motivation hit me like a TRUCK.

The song I chose for obvious reasons

You seem to replace your brain with your heart, You take things so hard and then you fall apart

You always had what one would call a bleeding heart, tears would overflow at the slightest instance, you fell onto the ground? Tears, you saw a rabbit munching on a carrot? Tears fell because it was just SO cute, you sobbed as you stabbed a guy to death, blubbering out apologies saying you wouldn't have to do it if he had JUST kept his mouth shut and didn't say those awful, awful things.

You try to explain, but before you can start

You met Alastor when the two of you were alive, he was an aspiring radio host at the time and well, your father ran a rather popular radio station.

Those "Cry baby" tears come out of the dark

You were considered the favorite child, (or the only child depending on the route you go) and Alastor knew that, he wasn't above using people to climb up the social ladder.

Someone's turning the handle to that faucet in your eyes

Everything was planned out, like how the two of you met, he found out what places you frequented, choosing a cafe to be the place to run into you.

You had accidentally poured warm coffee on his clothes, you cried out apologies as you patted him dry with napkins, offering to pay for drycleaning.

You pour it out where everyone can see

And that was it, it started with him charming you, asking you out for coffee, lunch, dinners and eventually he had you hooked.

Your heart's too big for your body, it's why it won't fit inside

Him eventually catching feelings for you was just the icing on the cake, a bonus, you and him felt similarly to certain affections.

His mother quite liked you as well asking him to bring you by again when you met her the first time.

You pour it out where everyone can see

As the relationship grew, he became a prominent radio personality, eventually proposing to you leading to marriage.

They call you cry baby, cry baby

Alastor was supposed to be working late that night, you weren't expecting him to come home as you washed the blood off of your hands, blood stained the bathroom sink, dried tears leaving faint streaks on your face.

But you don't fucking care

"Mon étoile?"

You slowly turned around as if you were in a horror movie, the one person you didn't want to see you like this.

Cry baby, cry baby

You burst into tears falling onto the ground, not even trying to explain yourself, Alastor grinned and moved next to you, gently wiping away your tears taking silent joy from them.

So you laugh through your tears

You laughed as Alastor gave a light smooch onto your face.

Cry baby, cry baby

And that begun a new era of your relationship,

You'd act as bait luring in the folks you and Alastor felt like taking away their living privileges.

'Cause you don't fucking care

You lived like that for years, taking many lives, shedding many tears, a killer couple.

Tears fall to the ground

Unfortunately all good things come to an end.

You'll just let them drown

Alastor went to dispose of a body while you cleaned up the aftermath.

You'll just let them drown

The police showing up and breaking the news to you that your dearest Alastor was shot in the head and attacked by dogs shattered you.

Cry baby, cry baby

You spent your days crying, barely being able to organize a funeral that no one other then you attended, after all who would attend the funeral of a murderer.

You're all on your own and you lost all your friends

You were alone now, sure your family urged you to move back home, you were still a sweetheart with a bleeding heart to them, you just fell for Alastor's schemes, that no one saw coming.

You spent your days crying, clinging on to any remnants of Alastor, your social life took a huge hit.

You told yourself that it's not you, it's them

They whispered behind your back, theorizing if you were apart of the murders or not, if you knew, if you were truly innocent.

You're one of a kind and no one understands

You were found dead in your home, alone.

But those "Cry baby" tears keep coming back again

You woke up in hell, you knew you probably weren't going to heaven but still!

Someone's turning the handle to that faucet in your eyes

Tears swelled up in your eyes but you wiped them away before they could fall deciding to look around and assess your situation.

You pour it out where everyone can see

Wandering around you passed by a shop with a radio present in it, reminding you of your dear Alastor.

Your heart's too big for your body, it's why it won't fit inside

The tears started pouring, and before you could do anything else, someone touches your shoulder.

You pour it out where everyone can see

You've been down below for who knew how long now, bring found by Mimzy of all people, a good friend of yours, and Alastor's.

They call you cry baby, cry baby

Mimzy showed up at Alastor's home banging on the front door, you stood a few feet away from her, He opened it displeased at the sudden visit but he smiled wide nonetheless.

"Mimzy dear, pray tell why you are banging on my door at this unholy hour?" He asked, simply hearing his voice the waterworks began as Mimzy pulled you out from where you stood.

But you don't fucking care

Alastor's eyes ever so slightly widened, it hadn't been that long since he died, he suspected you would follow suit eventually but not this quickly.

Cry baby, cry baby

"I believe this one is yours, they've been crying on and off, it's driving me crazy" Mimzy said shoving you into Alastor as you grinned up at him through blurry eyes

So you laugh through your tears

"I missed you." You said as Alastor touched your face, brushing a claw over it, you, much like him and every other sinner looked different from when you were alive, you had permanent gold tear streaks stitched into your face, how ironic.

Cry baby, cry baby

Alastor simply grinned, wiping away a tear.

"You haven't changed a bit, Mon étoile."

'Cause you don't fucking care

"You can pay me back for reunitin' ya lovebirds later!"

Mimzy laughed before running off to do who knows what, making a swift exit for plot convenience.

Tears fall to the ground

And that was that, you were finally reunited.

You'll just let them drown

While Alastor was given the name of The Radio demon you were referred to as the Crying demon,

How original.

Cry baby, cry baby

While Alastor stuck fear with a smile, hearing you wail in the distance stuck fear into others, you'd apologize as you ripped sinners apart just like you did in life.

You'll just let them drown

You watched as Alastor developed a cannibalistic taste for sinners, he opted to bring you sinner hearts as a token of affection,

You teared up from how sweet the extremely messed up act was.

Cry baby, cry baby

You also watched as Alastor's personal hygiene got worse, to the point where you'd chase him down with a sponge and a bucket of water, or before bed with a toothbrush and some toothpaste.

Much to his chagrin he was never able to escape you chasing him.

You'll just let them drown

Alastor's more sadistic tendencies were revealed in full force, with him biting and pinching your cheeks just hard enough to make you cry.

It wasn't a deal breaker but it did weird you out at first.

I look at you and I see myself

Alastor brought you to the Hazbin hotel after Husk and Niffty were pulled from wherever,

You quickly gained an affection for the hotel and it's residents, Alastor may have been using the hotel for his own entertainment but you genuinely believed in Charlie's dream of redeeming sinners.

And I know you better than anyone else

Becoming another parental figure for the princess you showered her with advice and familial affection, saying if you had a child you'd want them to be just like her.

And I have the same faucet in my eyes

Vaggie wasn't spared from the parental affection either, Alastor might not have been fond of her but you were.

So your tears are mine

You eventually became like the hotels therapist, a very prone to crying therapist but a therapist none the less.

You and Charlie tended to cry together especially if the two of you decided to put a emotionally charged movie on for movie nights

They call me cry baby, cry baby

You cried when extermination day happened, taking out exorcists left and right, your tears were filled with anger as you witnessed what happened to Sir Pentious.

But I don't fucking care

You cried tears of joy when the hotel was rebuilt and when Alastor came back from wherever he was.

Cry baby, cry baby

"You are an complete and utter MORON,"

"Mon étoile, W̴̝̖͙̩̹̓͆̏͌̒̔̑͐̕h̶͔̲̄ă̵̟̥͙̥͖͚̋̍̓̓̇̕ţ̶̧͇̞̟͈͔͉̦͋̄͂̌́̉͗ ̸̛̟̖̰͛͐̂̌̃d̷͎͍̦̩̯̂̐̈́̒̇͜ͅï̷̙͎͙̱̲̾̓̓̂d̵̛̛̲̤̺̟͒̈́̽́̑̈́̈͜͠ ̴̬̥̱͓̊̒͛ȳ̶̢̢̛̛̘͓̱̱̭̩̣͈̈́̀͋͘͝ő̴͓̜̥̪͇͙͉̞̜ủ̴̢̖͙̞͈̳̈́̑̋̂̉̈ ̵̩̈́̋̂̾̓̎̌̕̚j̶̛̗̲͚͖̼̻̥͕̚ù̸̫̯̎s̷̛̹̠̠̰͇̬̟̤͖̃̋͋ť̵͇̹͕̞͌ ̵̢̹͖̯͆̀̽́̎̐̐̽̆̃c̴͍̼̤̓̉̃̒̕͠a̶͖̙̭͂͋̓l̸̢̧̨͙̯̹̯̱̳̏̈́̀l̷̡͖͉̟̼̳̹͙̏́̄̃͋ͅ ̶̧͓͍͑m̶̨̡̠̖͇̫͓̅̈́-̷̞̱̪͓̞̅̈́͊̇̎̐͝"

"Don't pull that radio demon bullshit with me right now Alastor! How hard was it to arm yourself? You aren't invincible to ANGELIC WEAPONS!"

You shouted at Alastor as you paced around your newly restored shared room, first aid kit open, bandages wrapped around, angry tears in your eyes.

If you were anyone else, you would be dead for rubbing salt into the still aching wound.

Alastor sighed and swung one leg over the other, crossing his arms intending to wait until your 'temper tantrum' was over.

I laugh through my tears

Normally he rather liked your tears, in a Alastor way, but they were annoying to him in this instance.

Cry baby, cry baby

You grabbed his face, locking your eyes with his,

"You could've died, You would've left me again."

"Dearest,"

"Al,"

"I won't leave you again."

"Promise?"

You asked dropping your hands from his face only for him to hold them in his hands.

"Promise."

'Cause I don't fucking care, Tears fall to the ground

With the hotel rebuilt, bigger, more grand then before, sinners began to trickle in.

Wanting to give redemption a shot,

Some wanted to see someone they knew that more then likely ended up going above, some had nothing left to lose, some just wanted to change, hating what they've become since they fell below.

I just let them drown, Cry baby, cry baby

You quite liked how things were developing, seeing Charlie's face light up when hotel residents improved, getting clean from addiction, proving to be better.

I just let them drown, Cry baby, cry baby

Alastor originally got involved in this place for his own entertainment or otherwise, bringing you with him, he didn't think that his darling crybaby of a wife would get attached.

But maybe he was getting attached too, not that he would ever admit it even to you.

You'll just let them drown, They call you cry baby, cry baby

You and Alastor sat comfortably on the couch in his radio tower, with you laying on his shoulder, his arm gingerly wrapped around you.

I just let them drown

"Al, look how cute they are!"

You said as you held your phone to Alastor, you had to remove a few qualities in order to keep the phone, you didn't mind since you mostly used it to communicate with the hotel residents or look at animal videos on the Internet anyways.

He simply hummed as he grimaced at the phone, you were trying to show him a group of hellborn kittens,

"We should get a cat,"

"We already have a cat."

"Husk doesn't count."

You said frowning as Alastor moved his hand to your cheek, pinching it until tears swelled up in your eyes.

Cry baby, cry baby

You were sobbing at the red creature you held in your arms,

"It's adorable!" You sobbed out holding the catlike creature that you found on the side of the road much to Alastor's displeasure you wanted a cat, and you got a cat thingy

"It looks like Alastor."

"Exactly!"

Alastor squinted at the cat thing you were crying with pride over, he would throw the damned thing out the window but unfortunately you were already attached, and he preferred you to cry over literally anything else other then the failed clone of his.

You'll just let them drown

Good evening folks! Thanks for tuning in! I scheduled this for Saturday so that should mean this is the last of the songfics! [For now anyways] [post-post edit, I LIED THERE WILL BE MORE SONG FICS THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING]

I wanted to go more into how Alastor would probably enjoy the readers crying but it got a little too weird.

Have a wonderful weekend folks!

[onlyjaeyun]

jake worshipping u! all of u! with that lips. sounds like heaven.

sim jaeyun has his way with words, yet he prefers to let his touches speak when it comes to you. there's just something about you which so easily erases every single word in his vocabulary, and he's never loved anything as much ss his reaction to your simple existence. and that's why he's so determined to let you know – to show you, just how much he loves and adores every single part of your body.

he always starts with the softest kiss on your forehead, his plump lips grazing the skin before they find their way down to your eyes, then your soft cheeks, your chin and lastly your lips. jaeyun's kisses are addictive. he's soft and calm, slow yet firm in every skngle one of his movements, which is why kissing him always feels like a whole new experience each time. he never lets you go without pushing his hot tongue into your mouth, his eyes always roll into the back of his head when you get his silent request and start sucking on the hot muscle. jake knows he's trained you well, you're his angel girl after all.

by the time he pulls away to find his way down your neck you're breathless and actual putty in his hands, your lids heavy from the arousal pumping through your veins and the pleasure clouding your brain in a way only jake manages to.

one thing about sim jaeyun is also the way he loves to take his time undressing you. you're his most precious gift, there's no way he's going to rush himself, not even if you're only wearing a tank top and some flimsy panties. pulls the straps down your shoulders and litters your arms in open mouthed kisses, doesn't say a word and doesn't make a single noise because he's losing himself in the way your taste lingers on his to gue and your cute whimpers sound like music to his ears.

he's usually quiet clmposed up until then, yet once he pulls the fabric of your top down to expose the most perfect pair of tits he's ever had the privilege to lay his eyes on, jake sim is an absolute goner. spends a good five minutes covering one of them in his hot kisses, pulls the hardened nipple into his mouth and sucks while his other hand takes care of the other side, squeezing and gently toying with the nub just how he knows you like it.

those are also the moments when you actually get lost in the heavy haze of your pleasure; jake's mouth, his hot breath and the way he applies just the right amount of pleasure never fails to push you in the deepest bits of your arousal.

he wants to show your legs, your soft thighs and your pretty ass the same amount of attention, but the moment he gets the tiniest of taste of your sweet cunt, that's when you know his act of worship is over because if there's one thing about sim jaeyun, it's the fact he will spend actual hours on his knees, in between your legs with his pretty face buried in your cunt, sucking on your overly sensitive clit and fucking you with his tongue until you're nothing but a nonsense babbling mess for him. he never pulls away unless you're uncontrollably sobbing from how overstimulated you are, too fucked out to actually beg him to stop, just cute little whines and whimpers, sobs and cries falling past your lips because you don't want him to stop but you physically can't take it anymore. that's when he pulls away and actually takes care of his own pleasure.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

hey!! happy celebration time bestie :) sorry this took forever, i got sick but i'm here now!

i was thinking it would be cute to do a blurb for steve based off these grumpy x sunshine prompts: (i love sassy steve, he's my fav)

having the habit of hugging them randomly

^ and when u forget to hug then, they just stand there like an npc, too cool to ask for that hug.

or they pull you into a hug without any words and wouldn't show u their face after

i feel like steve would get this attitude probably bc you're in front of the kids or something and he doesn't wanna beg for your hello hug but he also doesn't want to go without it. you can decide if they're in an established relationship or not <3 congrats again on 500!!

riley i hope you enjoy this cause i wrote this in two days. both times while at work. completely forgot the grumpy x sunshine part, but i feel you could see hints (let me know if you want a rewrite)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader wc: 969😏

masterlist / steve harrington

you and steve are friends who’ve kissed a few times. twice while drunk, one at a house party and another while at a surprisingly packed hideout where eddie’s band played. there were three other times where you kissed but both of you were sober and it was broad daylight hours. however, the two of you weren’t a couple. haven’t really chosen when to have a proper discussion or just blatantly ignoring how both of you are just waiting for the next time a kiss could happen.

yet, when it comes to hugging, you and steve are a gross couple in love. always holding onto each other for a time that isn’t considered a friendly passing hug. sometimes you’ll hug steve from behind as a ‘sneak attack’, other times it’ll be a side hug with your arms around his waist and one of his thrown over your shoulder while waiting in a long line. or it’s where you crash into steve chest seeking his warmth as a safety blanket, even could be where the two of you are full on cuddling while taking a nap on his king bed.

hugs are something steve fully expects to receive whenever the two of you are in the same room, within reach or quick steps. so when steve sees you walk into his backyard for this pool party the kids forced him to have, he’s completely frozen when you walk past him and throw your open arms around dustin first. dustin doesn’t deserve to be in your arms first, that’s a steve harrington only privilege. but he allows it since it’s the twerps birthday.

steve just stands back by the loungers, watching as you sway the boy side to side, almost throwing the both of you to the ground. the two of you laugh and steve swears he gets a bit tipsy from the high pitched lilt.

you pull away from dustin and turn on a 180 to then pull bright cheeked max into a sisterly embrace.

“what the fuck?” steve grumbled to himself. his eyes never leaving as you pull each kid, one by one into a firm hug. and when you’ve given will the last one of the group, steve expects you to come find him next, but no. you see nancy and bounce over to her.

“mad your girlfriend ignoring you?” steve startles at the voice of robin appearing beside him. she was unbothered while picking chips off her paper plate. “jesus, gotta put a bell on you.” hand over his heart while side eyeing her.

“i’m not a fucking cat, drill bit. you're just lost in that smooth brain of yours while creepily staring at y/n. might finally put that restraining order on you.” sentence punctuated with her loud chewing.

steve rolled his eyes, “she wouldn’t do that. and she’s not my girlfriend. she’s a girl who’s a friend.” his quiet tone showing his real emotions on that claim.

robin hummed, “yeah. a girl who’s a friend that you’ve kissed five times and been to chicken to do shit about.” he glared at the accusation. she then pointed a salty finger across the pool, “who’s also giving eddie a nice hug and you're over here standing like a tree waiting for her to take the initiative.”

steve whipped his head at robin’s pointed location to see eddie with his right arm casually holding your waist as your left is over his shoulder. steve could only see the mesmerized grin of eddie and it’s making his head fuzzy.

there was a slight shove at his shoulder and it forced him to once again glare at robin. “dude!” she rolled her eyes, “stop being wuss and get your girl. it’s not that hard, you both like each other already. act grossly coupley in public, that’s why you’re always ‘oh, not dating’ bullshitting to strangers.”

“robs, it’s just… i’m- im scared…” steve trailed off while turning his eyes to the ground. robin’s hand touched his shoulder and she asked, “of what? there just needs to be proper communication and everything will come together.” robin squeezed his shoulder before boldly stating, “she loves you. and you love her. be in love together.” and she walks away leaving steve by his porch door.

that is until there’s two arms sliding around his waist from behind and something laying along his spine. he automatically raises his hands to fold over yours, ruffling your arm hair from his back and forth motions.

“was wondering where you were?” your voice is muffled by the way you're pushing your left cheek into steve’s skin.

he turns his chin over his shoulder, “i’ve been here the whole time. thought you were ignoring me.” trying to play the last part off as a joke, but he really did think you were ignoring him.

you gasped and moved to stand in front of him, “never. just wanted to save the best for last. and also i wouldn’t have to let you go after i got to everyone else first.” making your point while rewrapping yourself into steve. his own arms resting over your shoulders with his cheek laying on your head.

“i love you.” he blurted with such an ease that steve was a bit shocked that it was such an easy and true statement.

a dreamy smile on your lips as you replied, “i love you too, stevie.”

and his heart jumped a little faster, both from your silky voice and you possibly saying it in a different meaning, “no, not as a friend.”

“i know, stevie. i love you both as a friend and more.”

steve lifted his head away from your skull and you tilted your head up. the two of you stay held together as infectious smiles grasped at your lips and childish giggles spilled free.

-

[george-weasleys-girl]

Would you be able to write one with reader defending George to her friends and soft boi overhears and practically melts. If you would be so kind.

Low-key got excited that you did you might start writing for Fred as well as I'm a slut for both twins :) (Most definitely George thou but Fred kinda close second 😉)

I love this! Thank you for requesting it, anon. I hope you enjoy it!

Wonderful You

Warnings: cursing, depression

~•~

There are some days that just lay on you like a stone. Today was one of those days for George. Nothing in particular caused it. It was just something that happened to him from time to time, and he didn't know why.

George pushed the covers off, already exhausted. It was as if his body was made of lead. He could barely lift his head from the pillow, and it ached, no... hurt, to pull himself out of bed. To get dressed. To put one foot in front of the other. But it would hurt more without you by his side. So, he did all of it and made his way downstairs.

It was Thursday, which meant you were already up for your volunteer shift at the library. He'd get there just in time for your shift to end. Then you could go cuddle for hours on end, as the two of you always did when he was having one of his black days.

~•~

He could hear voices outside the library before he rounded the corner.

"I just don't understand what you see in him," one said. "I mean, he's cute, I'll give you that. But he's such an annoying prat."

It didn't occur to George that they were talking about him until he heard his girlfriend's voice.

"Well, it's a good thing he's my boyfriend and not yours," Y/N snapped.

"Look, Y/N were not trying upset you," said another voice. "We just think you could, you know, do so much better."

George peeked around the corner to see Y/N standing with her arms crossed, facing two of her Ravenclaw friends, Abby and Lydia.

"Excuse me," Y/N retorted. "But, you don't know a damn thing about him or our relationship."

"I know enough to know the only thing he cares about are his precious pranks and ridiculous inventions. He'll never amount to anything. Even his own mother knows that." Lydia said.

George slunk back into the shadows, sinking down on the nearby bench, head in his hands. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but it refused to budge. What if Lydia was right? What if his mum was right? What if he was nothing more than a series of disappointments?

What if?

What if?

What if?

What if he didn't deserve someone as wonderful as Y/N? What if he'd only bring her down?

He was seconds away from shuffling back upstairs and burying himself in bed when Y/N's voice stopped him in his tracks. George turned and peeked around the corner again.

"As I said," Y/N's voice was steady, but there was an edge to it that hinted at the rage seething just beneath her skin. "You don't know a damn thing about him. You only see what you want to see. So, until you get off your high horse and make an effort to get to know the most amazing, sweet, brilliant human being to ever come into my life, I suggest you shut the fuck up."

Abby snorted. "I'm sorry Y/N but, brilliant? Brilliant? Really? He can barely be bothered to do his schoolwork. I shudder to think of his grades."

George watched in awe as his barely five foot girlfriend rounded on the very tall, wide-eyed Abby and backed her against the wall.

"You should have stopped at 'I'm sorry,' she said. "But, that's ok, because now I know who you really are. An arrogant, elitist snob. George is more intelligent than ten of you. He actually knows how to use his brain instead of just parroting back facts."

"But..." Abby started.

"Nope." Y/N cut her off. "I don't want to hear anything else you have to say. You've lost the privilege to talk to me."

Abby looked like she might cry. Y/N didn't care. She whirled around and ran smack into Lydia.

"The same goes for you." Y/N tried to go around the girl, but Lydia stepped in front of her.

"Please, Y/N, don't be like this," she pled. "I know we came off a bit gruff, but it's only because we care. We don't want to see you--" Lydia's words trailed off.

"What?" Y/N asked, stepping closer. "You don't want to see me what?"

"Well, it's just, you have so much potential and we just don't want to see it wasted on a--"

"A Weasley? Is that what you're saying?" Y/N was now almost nose to nose with Lydia, who stumbled, trying to back away from the irate witch.

"Let me tell you something, both of you," Y/N began. "I'm am the luckiest girl in the world because George Weasley loves me. And I'm doubly lucky because his family loves me too. And I ever catch wind of either of you saying one word against George or his family again, I will hex you with so many spells it'll take decades to untangle them all."

Y/N bent down to pick up her cloak, which had slipped off her shoulders and onto the floor. "Stay away from me," she warned her ex-friends. "And away from George." Then she turned and stomped away.

~•~

Y/N was so furious that she didn't even notice George when she rounded the corner. A yelp escaped her lips before she realized it was her boyfriend who'd grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug.

"Oh hi, sweetie!" Y/N gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I love you so much, Y/N," he mummered into her ear. "How are you even real? How are you even mine?"

Y/N heard the tremor in his voice and pushed back a little so she could see his face. "Georgie, have you been crying?" The question was rhetorical, of course, because his bloodshot, red-rimmed eyes gave him away.

"Uh, maybe a little."

A little, my ass. "Did you hear any of that conversation?"

George nodded, releasing his hold on her to wipe his eyes.

Dammit. "Now, you listen to me, George. Don't you dare believe one word they said. They're stuck-up idiots who don't deserve a second thought. Ok?"

George nodded again. "Will you marry me?" The question came completely out of the blue. "I know we're only seventeen, and we still have to finish school, and I don't have ring, and--"

Y/N silenced him with a kiss. "Yes," she said, eyes sparkling even in the dim light. "A thousand times, yes! But let's graduate first, ok," she added with a smile.

George nodded and gathered her up into another bear hug. "I love you, and I promise I'll take care of you and never disappoint--"

"Georgie, sweetheart," she gently interrupted. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"No," he whispered. "But I will be."

Y/N looked at him, really looked at him, and it hit her.

"Oh lovey," she said. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I am--I was," he stammered. "I came down to find you, but I heard those things being said about me, and it hurt. I started to think that maybe they were true and I almost left. But, then you said all those wonderful things, and you made me feel like the most special person in the world."

Y/N smiled up at him. "That's because you are the most special person in the world. And, to me, you always will be."

A smile spread across George's face for the first time since he woke up. "Just when I think I can't love you anymore than I already do." He leaned down and kissed her gently, their foreheads resting together even after they pulled away.

"Now, how about we grab some breakfast and go find a quiet place to snuggle the day away?" Y/N asked.

"Yes, please." George smiled sheepishly. "As long as you don't have anything more important to do."

"There is nothing and no one more important than you, my sweet Georgie."

[padfootagain]

Something Good (XXII)

Chapter 22: Toothpaste

Hello! Here is a new chapter for my Ben Barnes series!

Alright, alright, alright, maybe I’m leaning too much into the cuteness, but I’ll soon put these two in ‘situations’ again, so for now, take one more disgustingly fluffy chapter, alright?

Hope you like it!!! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff,  Slow burn, professor AU.!

Summary: Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already is. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can’t get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially…

Word Count: 2474

Masterlist for the series – Ben Barnes’ Masterlist – Main Masterlist

Got home safely!

I’ll see you tonight, darling

xx

You couldn’t refrain a smile as you read Ben’s text.

The Christmas tree still glimmered in your living room, even if the presents had been offered already. Sally was currently playing with the new dinosaur toys you had bought for her, fighting against the evil barbies trying to steal their lego house. You smiled fondly as you caught a glimpse of your daughter sitting there, on the ground, lost in her own intricate storyline.

You settled more comfortably in your sofa, glancing at the time and sipping on your tea.

Your mother would drop by in about an hour to get Sally. They were having a girls’ night together, a perfect occasion for you to have a date with Ben.

You read the same word over and over again, looking for an appropriate answer, but your brain was too busy chanting the pet name.

Darling, darling, darling…

God, you loved him so much, it should have been illegal…

Good to hear! Can’t wait to finally taste this chilli of yours you keep on bragging about.

I’ve missed you, can’t wait to see you tonight xx

It took him less than a minute to answer, with a picture of a paper bag filled to the brim with groceries.

Got everything I need to cook for you. Hopefully, I do a decent job, although you’re making it sound like I’ve created high expectations I am certain I will fail to attain.

Oh, and don’t forget to get some extra clothes and a toothbrush ;)

You were glad he wasn’t there to see how you shied away under his obvious innuendo.

Some clothes? A toothbrush? We’re feeling very confident, I see, Mr. Barnes…

His answer made you choke on your warm beverage.

I’ve been dreaming of all the things I’m going to do to you for over a week, darling. There’s no way you’re sleeping anywhere but in my bed tonight.

You giggled, kicking your feet in excitement and grinning like a bloody lovesick fool, before hiding your face in your hands.

God, he made you feel like a bloody teenager all over again, and you loved every second of it…

Waking up in Ben’s bed was strange.

A nice kind of strange, of course. Warm bed, soft sheets, his arm flung across your stomach, and his face relaxed in a quiet sleep. His dark hair stained the white pillow in messy strands. There was a quiet, almost shy light coming in from the window. Only a faint whisper came from the street. It was peaceful, warm, comfortable. But strange. It was your first time sleeping here. You had come to visit several times, of course, while you were still mere friends. But now there you were, wrapped in his linen sheets, listening to his steady breathing while under his eyelids his eyes moved with the rhythm of dreams. And you were happy to see this sight, to stare at him resting by your side.

Were you worthy of such a privilege, though?

Before you could lean into these thoughts, Ben was stirring, moving slowly at first, but then reaching up to rub remnants of sleep out of his eyes. When he blinked, a smile spread on his lips as he focused on you.

“Morning,” he mumbled, his voice much lower than usual in this early morning light.

“Morning,” you grinned back, leaning closer as he gently pulled you in his arms.

“Would you like some pancakes for breakfast?”

“Oh! Yes! Please!”

“Deal. I’ll go in a few minutes…”

“Why do I feel like a few minutes will turn into an hour?”

He chuckled against your hair, pressing kisses to the side of your head and temple.

“You’re starting to know me a little too well…”

“Hmm… You like cuddles too much to get out of bed quickly.”

“True.”

And indeed, you didn’t get up for a long while. You merely giggled, exchanged silly jokes, kisses and caresses buried under his warm blanket while outside, the world got buried under a thick layer of snow.

You got ready while Ben was making breakfast, taking a quick shower and getting dressed with the extra clothes you had brought. He peered inside the bathroom while you brushed your teeth.

“Pancakes are ready, darling,” he announced with a bright smile.

He walked inside, wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your hair while you kept on washing your teeth.

You winced once you were done.

“I hate your toothpaste.”

He raised an amused eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Yeah… it tastes… I don’t know, it’s strong. Too minty. It’s burning my tongue!”

Ben let out a bright laugh.

“Burning your tongue?!”

“Yes! It’s terrible!”

“I like it.”

“I’ll bring mine next time.”

“Well, if you keep on insulting my toothpaste, I may not let you come here again. Don’t you know how touchy this subject is to me?”

It was your time to laugh, catching his glance in the mirror.

“Oh, I know. You tell me about it every day.”

“Every hour even!”

“What a strange obsession…”

You leaned back against him, letting him support your weight, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re back,” you whispered, letting the quietness of the moment crystalise the gentleness that hung in the air. “I know you were gone for a mere week but still… it was strange not to have you around.”

“Yeah… I missed you too. My brother teased me a lot about it, actually.”

“Your brother?” you asked with a frown, turning in his arms to face him.

“Yeah, Jack. I told you about him…”

“Yeah, I know who your brother is… I… does that mean your family knows about me?”

Ben’s smile dropped, and he was cautious as he answered.

“Yes… I mean… they caught me on the phone with you. It wasn’t hard to put two plus two together. Does that make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No! You can tell whoever you want, I just… It’s only been a few weeks… I thought you’d wait for a bit.”

“They guessed, to be honest.”

“Oh, okay.”

“But… yeah, they know about you. Not the whole thing, just… the basics. How we met, that you’re a mother, that we were friends before giving this a try. You know, basic stuff.”

You nodded. He didn’t tell you that they were aware of the depth of his feelings for you though, that Jack had guessed that he was, in fact, in love with you. It was too soon for that.

“Besides, your mother knows. I wasn’t the first one to make a full report to my parents,” he joked, successfully making you laugh while you rolled your eyes.

“Right, of course… when you put it that way.”

There was a pause, when you lowered your gaze, staring blankly at the collar of his black t-shirt. You bit your lower lip in hesitation before speaking again.

“I think I’m going to wait a few more weeks to talk to Liam about us. Like… I don’t know… maybe let the first month pass. And if everything is still going fine by then, I’ll tell him. What do you think?”

Ben shrugged.

“He’s your ex. You’re the one to decide when you’re ready to tell him.”

“In the meantime, we can’t be too obvious in front of Sally. We’ll tell her after I’ve talked to Liam, okay?”

“Yeah, alright.”

“I’m not trying to hide or anything, you know?”

“I know. But we need to think about Sally too. And she’s a child: we need to be certain that this is going in the right direction before getting her involved in all of this.”

“I’m just trying to protect her.”

“I know, I get it. It’s okay. I agree with you.”

You rose to your tiptoes to kiss him, and you tasted grateful as your lips closed upon his.

“Well, I’m still waiting for my pancakes!” you joked, breaking the heaviness of the air, making him chuckle fondly at you.

“Actually, they’re waiting for you, my darling…”

Everything went smoothly, it was a little like a dream.

The holidays were over, time to go back to work, and in the whirlwind of finals, and busy schedules, you were still there.

Ben wasn’t certain why he was so surprised by it. You had started dating for about a month now, you were still deep in the honeymoon phase. The initial thrill filled with exciting sparkles and lovely surprises. Still, it didn’t stop him from being surprised by how everything was so effortless with you. Especially because it wasn’t.

He was taking care of Sally more and more with you. His bond with the girl was growing stronger with every afternoon spent playing with her and her dolls, with each messy painting session or adventure at the park. He had learned how to do her hair, the fastest way to tie her shoelaces, the most practical way to put on her coat. You let him take care of her meals now, and she rested in his arms as much as she did in yours when you watched her favourite Disney movies together. It felt more and more like co-parenting. And it was a lot of efforts, an incredibly difficult challenge, to see this pile of responsibilities growing.

And then there was the most basic things to organize and plan. Dates, re-organizing his life around your busy schedule. His quiet weekends were disturbed now by afternoons at the zoo and sleepless nights in your bed.

And he adored it. Every second of it. It was difficult, it was tiring, and it was the most natural thing, too. Fitting into your life was as easy as breathing. He didn’t know how much was due to the honeymoon phase, to the original excitement of a new relationship, or if it was really genuinely easy for him. Was he simply blinded by you? He wasn’t sure. What he did know, though, was that he was happy. Disgustingly so.

So much so that it was hard to hide it. It was hard not to smile when he thought about seeing you at lunch, or about this book he wanted to recommend you, or when he simply pictured your smile. It was even harder not to reach out to touch you when you were at work, to be unable to yield to these urges he had to kiss you until you couldn’t breathe, to try to conceal the glances he stole whenever he could.

As you walked together to join the theatre club that afternoon, Ben couldn’t help himself. He knew he shouldn’t, because you were at work, in a corridor, where students could very much walk by and see the two of you, but he couldn’t help it. As he reached out to brush his fingers against yours, he couldn’t stop himself. Having physical touch as his love language could be something of a curse sometimes…

You gave his hand a squeeze, before letting go again.

“Not here,” you whispered.

“Sorry.”

You saw him blushing, looking away in a moment of shyness.

“It’s alright, but… not here.”

“I know. Sorry…”

“Are you free tonight, though? You could eat with Sally and I, and stay for a movie after?”

He smiled, nodding quickly.

“Sure, sounds nice!”

You were both grinning still when you reached the room and were welcomed by your excited students.

There was a lot of work to be done still. Some songs needed to be adjusted, you were still working on the rewriting of several scenes… and you got easily distracted by Ben’s marvellous voice as he sang along to help some students. And Ben was easily distracted by the peek he caught of your cleavage whenever you leaned forward a little too much…

And he didn’t even notice. The way he leaned a little closer to you, the way his eyes always settled on your frame, the way he kept track of your movements throughout the room. It was second nature, almost. He thought he was doing great at hiding his feelings and your relationship, he really did. And so, he didn’t catch on Nathaniel, Daniel and Roberta whispering together at one point. He didn’t understand why Giselle exchanged strange glances with several members of the club either. You seemed to have gathered more braincells that afternoon though, because you made sure to stay away from Ben for the rest of the session, to Ben’s disappointment.

And he noticed the distance that you were forcing between the two of you. Of course, he did, and if he reckoned that it was in an attempt to keep a low profile, there was a voice in his head that made him wonder if you were annoyed with him, if he had done something wrong…

He was quiet as you finished to clean up the room together. It was unusual now for the two of you to be standing in a room for more than a few minutes without talking, or at least acknowledge each other’s presence in some way. You closed the door before walking over to him.

“Ben, you’re alright?”

“Of course. Why?”

“You’re very quiet.”

“I was simply lost in thoughts.”

“Okay…”

He hesitated, his voice coming out as a whisper when he finally spoke.

“Are you… are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m just fine.”

“We… we’re okay, right? I didn’t… I wasn’t annoying or…?”

“What? Of course not! What are you talking about?”

“You were avoiding me the entire session…”

You heaved a sigh, before reaching for his hand, cradling it gently in both of your palms.

“Sorry about that. But you were being pretty obvious, I didn’t want the students to catch up on us.”

You had a humorous smile on your face, the gentle kind that made Ben’s heart grow warm and mushy and melting beneath his ribs. He wanted to hold your face in his palms in the gentlest way possible, afraid he could break you somehow, and kiss you until it would kill him…

Instead, he merely blushed and looked away.

“Really? Was I?”

“Yeah, you were. That’s alright though. I simply had to save our arses. You were not as obvious as Nathaniel and Daniel though.”

“What?! Nathaniel and Daniel?!”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed! These two have been stealing glances the whole session!”

Ben blushed again as he spoke, but the words were out before he could properly think them. You had this power over him, and he kind of hated it. He couldn’t lie or control what was coming out of his mouth when you were around.

“I was distracted today. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

You looked away, before rewarding his words with a kiss on his cheek.

Alright, perhaps this power of yours did have nice consequences sometimes…

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Taglist: @reg-arcturus-black @sergeantbuckybarnes @wolfmoonmusic @idek-what-to-put @kpicard @rhapsodyonthethames @friendly-philosopher

[deargravity]

Akashi for the ask thing: 2,4,5 and 26:What's your opinion of Bokushi and his integration during extra game?

that's an interesting question, i'm so excited to answer.

questions from this

2. favourite canon thing about this character?

uh where to begin. i'm so endeared by his inability to make jokes. i think he's tried and he's always seemed awkward, so he doesn't attempt to make any jokes unless he's around the rest of teiko gang. it's just so cute to me for obvious reasons. i like that he's bad at making jokes but i also like the idea of him trying to crack one around his closest friends because he's not afraid of being viewed as awkward. (i don't know about anyone else but i'm very obsessed with him having the privilege to be his honest and messy self around those in his intimate circle. everyone is also endeared by his jokes, or lack thereof.)

also the fact that he looks like his mother. devastating. i love it and hate it. imagine growing up with the face in the mirror and learning to look yourself in the eye and see everything you've lost and can't get back.

everything about him is incredibly endearing to me. i just chose the one at the forefront of my mind.

4. if you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

SHERLOCK HOLMES. i'm a big fan of everything sherlock holmes and akashi's intelligence and history match very well with someone who could either be a great detective or a criminal mastermind. i do want to see him in detective fiction of literally any kind. a cozy mystery, specifically, i think he'd be such a beloved narrator or protagonist (i may be biased because i love him but i still think he's the kind of character who grows on the audience very fast). i'd want him written in a 21st century mystery novel though, maybe pepper in a little bit of espionage to keep things interesting.

i'd also love to put him in a Jekyll and Hyde narrative because it would be fun to experiment with. i think it would be a nice way to dive into oreshi and bokushi's separate world views & concepts of morality and self. of course, i'd change up the script because i'm not a fan of Jekyll and Hyde being used as a reference for any kind of dissociative disorder, but i think i'd like to use the setting to assess akashi's psychology on a deeper, more technical level. i want to access his headspace and watch oreshi & bokushi's internal exchanges and characters more than anything else, so it might not even have a plot. i just need to poke around his brain a little. if that makes sense.

i think at this point i should just attempt to write an academic paper on him.

5. what's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

buy 1 get 2 free.

26. what's your opinion on bokushi and his integration during extra game?

i love bokushi. my little guy. he is the embodiment of akashi's maladaptive mechanisms. he's grandiose because he can't afford to admit his own faults or weaknesses - akashi has never been allowed to fail or be vulnerable growing up - because he's associated it with abandonment. he has to command deference because he feels unworthy of love, or incapable of being loved, because akashi has grown up being praised by his father without ever feeling like he was loved. that expression on his face when murasakibara offered him a hand to stand up during extra game, how unexpected it was that anyone would want to care for him after he's fallen, after they've seen the cause of his shame in that moment. he does care for his team and he is protective but he doesn't know how to express it. at his core, he's struggling with a lot of shame and fear that he doesn't know how to handle. i love him.

as for the integration, i'm overall indifferent to it. and i'll explain why. i'll try to keep my narrative and technical analysis separate but i can't insulate them completely from each other.

firstly, i guess it worked in the narrative sense. akashi had to accept himself in his entirety to perform his best, even the parts of him that he's afraid / ashamed of. it's also symbolic of how bokushi and oreshi had to accept each other to create a cohesive, skilled player, and how, despite bokushi's past mistakes, he is still essential to akashi's function. also i don't feel much for extra game sorry, so this is the extent to which i can care about it.

in the technical sense, i don't think bokushi would have disappeared like that so instantly and definitively. akashi's osdd clearly stems from the trauma of his childhood which, in large part, seems to go unaddressed most of the time and the progress he's made (as bokushi and oreshi) can be credited to his own efforts in isolation. i like to think of that bit in extra game as bokushi and oreshi co-fronting or, basically, working together with their specific skill sets to achieve victory, which again is symbolic of the concept of teamwork that is central to knb's theme. the scene specifically illustrates the necessity of interpersonal and intrapersonal cohesion to achieve victory. which i thought was nice. though i don't think bokushi would have simply disappeared after that. he's shown a lot of growth himself and might appear occasionally during times of akashi's distress or when his fear of abandonment becomes salient & unmanageable. i think in the future, bokushi and oreshi definitely either work together or they take turns, depending on the situations that specifically trigger each of them to the front. i think akashi is doing his best, and so are his two selves, and they're getting better and better at becoming a cohesive whole but that's more of a long-term vision i have for akashi.

i hope that makes some kind of sense. thank you so much for this interesting question, i really enjoyed thinking about it and answering it.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hellooo, I'm here to request another Eddie Munson x Male reader, maybe where Reader is staring at Eddie and when Eddie catches Reader staring at him and questions him about it, Reader says something along the lines of "You're so beautiful, you remind me of a Greek statue.." and basically just a lot of fluff

A/n: I’m gonna assume that Eddie and male!reader are already in a pre-established relationship bc why not.

You were hanging down time with your good friends Nancy, Steve and Robin alongside your boyfriend Eddie, bundled tightly together on the ridiculously small couch that to some extent you were either sitting or laying on someone’s lap just to make it work; which would’ve been awkward for others yet for you it was more comforting being close to the people you love most, even if it meant having someone’s elbow uncomfortably pressed against your side. The movie you were originally meant to watch now acted as background noise in comparison to the banter Steve and Robin were having across from you as they fought over who had the privilege of have their legs laid across who’s lap. To whatever this was…“Why are ducks feet called palmate? What does that even mean, and why do you know such a useless thing Buckley?”

“Does it even matter?! No! It only justifies the cuteness that are ducks and their itty bitty webbed feet that make that oddly sounded like what you’d get if you slapped squared cheese against the floor.” Robin defended herself as her pointed finger was just about to poke Steve in the cheek who intercepted the attempt by swatting her hand away from his face with feigned annoyance. Their interactions with one another never failed to bring a smile to your face, seeing as they acted like squabbling siblings while also defending each other with everything they have; It baffled you how quickly they’d be at each others throats one second to hanging off of each other as they laugh hysterically the next. However the remainder of their lighthearted argument became muffled in your ears as though the pair had been locked behind a door as your eyes darted to the godlike man who sat on the arm of the sofa smiling widely that you could see the happy twinkle in his beautiful brown eyes that you often found yourself getting lost in on occasion as though he had put a spell on you to look upon him and no one but him.

Your eyes trailed his jawline and his slender neck that peaked out from the curtain of hair that fell down to the shoulders, soft to the touch and the fluorescent light about all of you only reiterated such as you could make out every individual strand you felt beneath your hand whenever you had your softer moments together with Eddie after an intense make out session. Your eyes then fluttered to his eyes that expressed an array of emotions that you could tell what he was feeling in that moment just by looking at his eyes. While they may hold an air of cynicism they also held a hidden innocence as they light up brightly when his passionately talked about his interests and hobbies, mouth moving faster then your brain could comprehend and his hand moved in such ways that only expressed his outward excitement. Eddie was like a child whenever he got like that and it never failed to make you love him all the more then you’ve already have prior; the way he articulates his every word with such love and devotion in telling a compelling and context story were enough to have you on the edge of your seat wanting more, to know more and become engaged in the beautiful fantasy that stemmed from Eddie’s equally beautiful mind.

You were lucky enough to call this lanky man your boyfriend and you were more then proud to be seen with him. You never felt shame in being with Eddie as he only made you sickeningly happy that you swore that one day you’d possess the ability to vomit sweet things like chocolates and such. His lips were soft looking and plump as you ran your younger across your bottom lip, remembering how delicious they tasted against your own even if they held a faint taste of weed that he tried covering up with mint chewing gum. You didn’t mind the added taste as you would be too indulged in how his lips meld against your own, softly, sweetly with a little edge of roughness whenever he become a little too eager from your constant nibbles on his bottom lip.

Eddie Munson was a masterpiece made from the most skilled of hands to have ever hold a chisel. Crafted out of marble, brought to life by the gods and then gifted with every possible blessing they could bestow upon him with his own set of insecurities to humble him with for when he would ever get ahead of himself. He made you feel alive, he made you feel confident, he made you feel unique as he flashed you his trademark smile. You knew way back then that you were a goner the moment you peered into his eyes when you walked through the woods just outside of school to the singular bench that he was perched on; looking out at the wilderness with a look of serenity in his eyes. He looked just as beautiful then as he did now.

Eddie had taken note early on that you weren’t paying Steve and Robin any mind when he looked to see you staring at him as though he was the one to paint the midnight sky; he still wasn’t use to being looked at so fondly despite how long you had been going out because he always found himself getting warm under the collar and slightly flustered under the intensity of your eyes. Yet he couldn’t help but love it as it made all of his self doubts nonexistent knowing that you loved him no matter what he were to do. Running a thumb against your jawline Eddie whispers “Whatcha looking at handsome?” Without hesitation you grabbed his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it as you locked your fingers with his, still staring at him with love as you sighed, “you’re so beautiful, you remind me of a Greek statue.” Eddie’s eyes widened at your words seeing as no one has ever thought to compare him to a Greek statue like you just did. To everyone else he was nothing short of a freak but to you he was anything but and Eddie could feel the sally smile paint itself across his face as he pulled his hand away from yours in order to grasp your face between his hands, pressing a kiss to your forehead before resting his against it, nudging his nose closer to your own as you began trading kisses and soft whispers of your love for one another.

“If either of you are going to continue being cute and make out, I’d recommend getting a room before someone becomes jealous.” Steve called from his end of the sofa, smiling cheekily at the pair of you but deep down he couldn’t be more happier for you for finding Eddie. Sure he and Munson didn’t have the best of starts but as long as he treated you with respect and reciprocated your abundance of love with his own then he was alright in Steve’s eyes. Eddie only flipped him the bird without liking away from you as Robin snickered and Nancy cooed at what an adorable pair you are. Everything was perfect, as it should and always be.

[eddie-van-munson]

Eddie with a s/o with super powers (electrokinesis control electricity and energies)

(Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Chrissy's Death)

-I actually LOVE this

-Mostly this comes in handy in cute little every day sort of ways

-You'll be all snuggled up in bed with him and he is out like

- already snoring and draped over top of you

- drooling a little

-And obviously you're not going to wake that precious boy to turn off the lights so you just wave your hand and

-click

-If you're at home and his music is just a little too loud, you'll turn it down, like, two notches and he'll always pout about it

-But on the other hand

-If you're at one of his shows and you feel like the venue owners haven't turned up his amp enough

-Lets just turn that up a bit

-Sweet Ed's doesn't quite understand how it works and it's very cute

- There's a storm and he's like "Babe I think the lightning is scaring the neighbor's dog a little. Can you, like??? Turn it off? Or something??"

-God you love him

-"Babe, I think the AC in the van is broken. Do you think your brain could fix that?"

-But sometimes he throws something at you that's like,,,I never thought of that

-"So I was thinking, and you know how our brains send electrical pulses to our bodies?"

-"Mhm-Hm..."

-"Can you like...make people do shit? Mind control?"

-And you're like

-Thats a good question

-Of course you blow his mind on the daily when all of this Vecna shit goes down.

-Oh? Hawkins wants to say on the news that Eds is murder suspect?

-No worries, you'll just cut power to every television set in Hawkins.

-TV privileges lost

-Jason and his friends are driving around searching for Eddie?

-It's all good. You'll just drain their car battery real quick.

-The neighbors are jumping their car for them? Not anymore. Now the neighbor's battery is drained too.

-You hear they're going to hold a meeting at town hall to give details on Chrissy's murder and form a search party for Eddie, so you cut power to the building and make the sprinkler system go off for a good two hours.

-I mean you are a powerhouse here. No pun intended.

-You take such good care of him the whole time and he loves you so fucking much for it

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[mischievouschan4]

WIP Wednesday - Lawyer!AU (Obikin)

Trying to keep this up for the third week in a row! Another rendition of “what I’d like to write as a full fic but don’t have the brain space, so it’s just going to be classified as a WIP and posted on Wednesday” lol 🙈

Get ready for allllllll the fluff!

It’s Obikin this week (SFW)~~

Anakin snuggles into Obi-Wan's side after a long day of packing as they settle in for the night. They're getting ready to head out on a two week vacation abroad in the morning, and it had taken FOREVER for Anakin to pick out their outfits.

We need to be coordinated for the cute photos, babe!

Obi-Wan had nodded sagely and obediently went back to organizing their toiletries, leaving Anakin to fret work in peace. Divide and conquer and all that.

But it's finally sorted now, and Anakin just wants to enjoy some nice cuddles before sleeping.

In bed, Obi-Wan shifts obligingly to accommodate Anakin's bulk and turns his head to kiss the younger man's temple on autopilot. It warms Anakin to the core, butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the thought of how sweet Obi-Wan is with him...even if said man is still tapping away at his phone when Anakin is clearly vying for his attention...

Anakin stifles a sigh. By now, he is used to this to a certain extent, but it definitely took a LOT of heated discussion (read: crying and yelling) and emotional support (read: Padme frantically playing middle woman) at the beginning of their relationship before Anakin could even comprehend why this was an issue.

You see, Obi-Wan just so happens to be one of the most sought after corporate liability lawyers in all of Coruscant City. His employer, Jedi Inc, represents almost 80% of the HoloNet 500's top companies, and he is a busy busy man. And unlike Anakin, a senior test pilot for the Republic Engineering Corporation, Obi-Wan doesn't have the privilege of just leaving his work at work. Anakin has spent many a night bringing snacks and hot tea to their home office while Obi-Wan toils away into the early hours of the morning.

Ever the caring partner, Obi-Wan is, of course, apologetic about his inability to give Anakin his undivided attention all the time, but it’s only because Obi-Wan is proud of his work and wants to give it his best effort. It had taken some time for Anakin to come to terms with this aspect of how Obi-Wan wants to prioritize his time. But on the flip side, Obi-Wan has also made progress in leaps and bounds when it comes to adjusting that mindset, having come to the realization that there is indeed much more to life than winning cases. Obi-Wan has the sexiest man in Coruscant in his bed for Force's sake, a fact he is incredibly grateful for.

"Are you seriously working right now?" Anakin asks with a pout.

Obi-Wan pauses and turns to kiss Anakin again, this time on the younger man's cheek, and he sighs, "No, darling, believe it or not. I'm actually just trying to look for the email with our chauffeur's information. They're supposed to pick us up once we land, but I didn’t see the booking confirmation come through."

It’s Anakin's turn to sigh. "Did you use your work email again?"

Obi-Wan chuckles sheepishly. Even though he checks his work email religiously, Obi-Wan still isn’t able to keep up with everything, and sometimes things get lost when his executive assistant files things away in the complicated system she has going on. It’s far too late in the night to text her to ask where she might have saved this one.

Anakin tugs the phone out of Obi-Wan's hands and starts to do his own search. (Obi-Wan never lets Anakin look at his work email from his laptop, but the phone screen is small enough that the previews don't show any confidential information, so he allows it sparingly.)

Anakin tries a few keywords:

"confirmation"

"reservation"

Nothing relevant comes up (mostly just hotel and flight bookings for Obi-Wan's numerous work trips). But then he tries:

"receipt"

And a single subject line at the bottom of the screen catches his eye.

[Order fulfilled] Final receipt for your custom Cartier order No. 501212...

Anakin's fingers freeze over the touch screen. Because holy shit. HOLY SHIT. His breath catches in his throat.

Anakin will fully admit that he only knows the bare minimum about carats and bands and shapes and luster, but even he recognizes the brand name of one of the top jewelry companies in the world. And a custom order at this stage of their relationship can mean only one thing...

Okay, so it’s not completely out of the blue, the two of them have talked about marriage seriously many times, and it's clear that it's more a matter of "when" and not "if" for both of them. They've even casually looked at some rings together. But!!! To know that it's going to be a sure thing? That forever is going to become more that just a possibility? Anakin's heart beat thunders in his ears.

As quickly as he can get over his shock, Anakin deletes the word 'receipt' and tries 'pick-up' instead. There are a few results that look promising, so Anakin passes the phone back to Obi-Wan with slightly shaky hands and tries his best to pretend like nothing's happened. He doesn't want Obi-Wan to feel bad that his surprise is ruined, after all.

But Anakin has never been good at concealing his emotions, especially from the people he cares about.

So after a few moments of tension-filled silence where Anakin knows and Obi-Wan knows that Anakin knows and Anakin knows that Obi-Wan knows that Anakin knows, he breaks out into the widest grin that's ever graced his face. Anakin smiles until his cheeks can't possibly stretch any further and an ecstatic squeal escapes him.

He turns so that he's laying half on top of Obi-Wan and gazing into his lover's anxious face. Anakin can't help it, he's just so happy! Obi-Wan loves HIM! He wants Anakin! Forever! No returns allowed! Anakin can feel his cheeks flushing a bright red in his excitement.

Despite Obi-Wan’s initial dismay at the untimely spoiler, the sight of the younger man's unfiltered joy washes away any misgivings Obi-Wan has, and he slowly relaxes, accepting the fact that the tooka cat is officially out of the crate now.

"Is it here?" Anakin asks in a whisper, practically vibrating with anticipation.

Obi-Wan chuckles and nods, starting to feel his own excitement build.

"Is it somewhere in our bags?" Anakin follows-up.

Another nod, this time accompanied by a sly grin.

Anakin squeals again and buries his face in Obi-Wan's neck. The younger man kicks his feet adorably, making a mess of their shared duvet, but unable to contain the adrenalin coursing through him.

Obi-Wan wraps his arms around Anakin's shaking body and rubs a soothing hand up and down the younger man's broad back. He can tell Anakin is happy, and that's all Obi-Wan can ever wish for.

"Okay," Anakin says after he's calmed down a little. "Okay, okay! I just want you to know, I love you so much, Obi-Wan. So so so much. And, I promise I won't ask about anything else, but just in case, I want you to know that I love you and that I can't wait."

A matching grin graces Obi-Wan's features at Anakin's confession, and his eyes crinkle in the way that indicates he's smiling a broad, genuine smile. "I know, sweetheart, and I love you too."

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Everything ends up working out with their chauffer.

And Obi-Wan doesn't wait long to pop the question once they land at their destination, knowing Anakin will appreciate having the rest of their trip to maximize the celebrations and take advantage of every opportunity to show off to anyone and everyone who would give him the time of day.

Obi-Wan had spent months organizing with the resort they are staying at to arrange for a private beachside proposal. Everything had been so perfectly coordinated. Does it matter that the whole operation was spoiled by an email snafu? Obi-Wan refuses to let it. It’s all about the mindset, and if Anakin is happy, then Obi-Wan is happy too.

So on the second day of their trip, after a day of swimming in the beach, Obi-Wan tells Anakin to freshen up before dinner and smiles enigmatically at the younger man's pleading eyes. Patience, he'd whispered and patted Anakin's bum to get him moving.

When it gets closer to sunset, Obi-Wan threads Anakin's fingers in between his own and leads his love down a secret staircase at the back of the hotel property. It leads down to a small private beach with white sand and picturesque rolling waves. Their way down is lined with sweet smelling flower bushes and affords them an exquisite view of the glittering water at golden hour.

Anakin looks positively ethereal in the sunlight, and Obi-Wan wishes that he could capture the image forever (before he remembers that he'd hired a whole team of videographers to record the entire thing from multiple angles and reminds himself to just enjoy the moment). Obi-Wan was worried he would be more disappointed that the element of surprise was missing, but in actuality, knowing the ending affords both of them the opportunity to fully appreciate every detail along the way without any distracting nervousness.

When they reach the sand, they toe off their shoes, and Obi-Wan leads them to a picnic area set up with fairy lights, a romantic dinner with finger foods, and flowers, lots and lots of flowers. (Anakin grew up in an arid, desert city, so flowers are now one of his favorite things). There's a bluetooth speaker hidden somewhere playing a relaxing instrumental track.

As Anakin is busy admiring the spread, Obi-Wan gets down on one knee and presents the innocuous red velvet box that has sparked so much anticipation over the last few days. He holds it open and watches Anakin's face light up when he turns around, not at the sight of the ring in his hands, Obi-Wan notes distantly, but at Obi-Wan himself. Tears gather in Anakin's eyes as he gazes, riveted, into Obi-Wan's face.

"Anakin-"

"YES!" the younger man shouts preemptively.

Obi-Wan can't help but laugh. "I haven't even asked you anything!"

"Sorry!" Anakin apologizes even though he clearly doesn't mean it at all. He's still smiling giddily and holding a hand over his mouth as if he needs the physical reminder to keep quiet.

Obi-Wan clears his throat to stifle his grin and tries again. "Anakin, my darling," Obi-Wan says, voice suddenly rough as he fights off the urge to cry as well. Everything is just so perfect. "You've been the Light of my life, my Chosen one, from the moment we met. You've stuck with me through all the ups and downs these past seven years, and I have felt our love grow at every turn. You are my Peace, my Freedom, and I can't imagine a future without you. Will you do me the honor of being my husband?"

"Yes!" Anakin shouts again as he jumps up and down, crashing down into Obi-Wan to hug him before getting up to jump some more, yelling his enthusiastic "I do's" the entire time.

Obi-Wan wipes his eyes and carefully cradles Anakin's left hand to slip the ring on. It's a bit of a struggle with how much Anakin is moving, but it's a perfect fit.

Once Anakin sees the band slide on, he full-on tackles the older man, barreling into Obi-Wan with arms and legs wrapping around his lover and knocking them both to the ground. Obi-Wan isn't sure that Anakin has even looked at the design of the ring once. Silly boy, Obi-Wan thinks to himself, but it’s just like Anakin to overlook the little details in the hurricane of his enthusiasm. It’s alright, Obi-Wan knows. We’ll look at it more closely together later. He’d designed it especially for them, after all. A pair of wings, twined around each other as they circle the star in the center, a gorgeously inset marquise diamond.

"I'm so happy, Obi-Wan," Anakin cries. "This was so perfect, oh my god, I'm so happy I could die."

Obi-Wan sits both of them up and kisses his now fiancé once. Twice. Before pulling back to admire how absolute bliss looks on his lover's radiant face. Stunning. Just stunning. The bright flush of Anakin's cheeks, his golden halo of hair, his sparkling blue eyes. Obi-Wan can't help but kiss Anakin again.

"There is one more thing," Obi-Wan says as he gets to his feet, extending a hand for Anakin. "Before you hypothetically die, I require your signature."

Anakin clings to Obi-Wan's arm as they make their way back to the picnic area where, along with all the food on the table, Anakin also notices a rather large, flat wooden box.

Obi-Wan props the lid open and Anakin throws his head back, practically howling with laughter, at the contents inside. It's so Obi-Wan that Anakin's chest hurts from the fondness that threatens to burst forth, too big and too exuberant to be contained by his rib cage any longer. It's a contract. For their engagement.

"Darling, you must understand," Obi-Wan says, mirth evident in his eyes and bubbling up in his voice. "I'll need more than a verbal commitment for your agreement to stand, only a contract can be binding."

Anakin reads the words on the single sheet of paper inside the box as he leans his weight against Obi-Wan. His Obi-Wan. His fiancé!!!

"On this day, the __ of __ _____ , this Exclusive Engagement Agreement ("The Engagement") is hereby entered into by the Promisor, the undersigned, who does commit to a concordance of marriage with the Promisee ("Obi-Wan Kenobi") upon presentation and exchange of goods and services ("The Engagement Ring" and "The Proposal," respectively). The Promisor does further agree to participate in a binding ceremony to legally recognize the union of the two individuals, the Promisor and the Promisee, within an appropriate timeframe deemed acceptable by both parties at a later date."

There is a line at the bottom for Anakin to print and sign his name. The pen is also provided.

Anakin does his best to scribble today’s date and his signature on the paper given that one arm seems to be permanently wrapped around Obi-Wan, and he turns to kiss the older man again as soon as he finishes. It's almost an addiction at this point. He wants to kiss Obi-Wan forever.

A thought occurs to Anakin suddenly, and he thinks of the perfect way to let Obi-Wan know just how much he appreciates and respects that law will be an irrevocable part of their lives. He’s picked up a thing or two over the years.

Anakin pulls back from their kiss reluctantly and says with a smirk, "Mr. Kenobi, thank you for the thorough preparation of today's paperwork. Before we conclude our business, I must insist on receiving a copy of this contract for my own records."

Delight flits across Obi-Wan's face as he gives a hearty laugh of his own. "That's very good, sweetheart. We'll make a lawyer of you yet!"

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Today’s drabble is inspired by:

this Tumblr post

a recent conversation I had with my lawyer friend about her brother’s engagement (how saying “yes” is only a verbal commitment)

the last chapter of my holy grail Suits fanfic, Pizza and a Movie, re: asking for a signed copy of the documentation

FYI, I am by no means a lawyer, so please don't come at me for my sad attempt at legalese.

Also, please let me know if you found some easter eggs throughout LOL there were some ironic ones in Obi-Wan’s proposal speech 🤣

[seokka0o]

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Ask: while you’re on a roll w hyunsuk, can i request for one soft smut with him please? 🥹 something that emphasises his affectionate side but also his dom-leaning switch side (i see him as that… the brain rot is SO real 🫠)

Pairing: Yoon Hyunsuk x afab!reader

Contain:stabilished relationship; make out; dry humping;size difference

Sinopse: you and hyunsuk haven't seen each other for a long time, which causes an immeasurable longing and an immense desire to have sex. however hyunsuk remains uncertain whether or not to do it because he is too big and fears hurting you, so it turns out that you need to find other ways to satisfy yourself and your cute bf

Author: thank you 🐯 anoni for the request. I don't think I could answer everything that was written, but I found it quite lovely to write this whole situation, I hope you like it ♡

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"Come here" you couldn't even give yourself the privilege to be able to fight back, HyunSuk was normally very clingy, but when you guys spend so much time apart he looks like he's about to explode without touching you in any way.  So passing through the entrance hall of the dorm, greeting all his dormmates and then heading to the room were tasks that took away your sanity at every step, because hyunsuk can barely keep his cunning hands in place, locking his hand behind your back trying at all costs to go inside his room.

 He pulls you by the waist, suspending you in moments, you're soon on hyunsuk's lap, taking his lips in a few seal ones, the kind that make low and playful smacks.  You held on to his shoulder, smiling at every touch of his lips, in a comfortable silence that you always shared, even when desperate for each other's presence, hyunsuk always cherished being with you without making too much fuss.

 "Could you go to bed? It might be tiring to have me on my lap and standing up" A moment of lucidity came and then hyunsuk followed the path to the bed, sitting on it, still keeping you on his lap, but now sitting comfortably.

 "I thought I was going to die, I miss you so much" he said with a certain hurt in his speech, caressing your thighs gently, leaving little kisses and touches with the tip of his nose over your cheek.

 "Me too…it seemed like the week would never end" you replied holding hyunsuk's big face with both hands making him pout his lips immediately, handsome just the way he is, you can't deal with the fact of hyunsuk's existence without wanting to cry with happiness to have him as your boyfriend.

 You laid meaningful seals on his lips, touching gently, exhaling and giggling until finally you had the deeper touch, sliding your fingers back to the back of his neck and touching his strands without waiting too long, you started to kiss more deeply and the loose sighs from both showed the need for that until the moment, you were desperate.  lips holding each other, parted, in the delicate silence of the room you're were in at that moment, totally comfortable;  inertia is part of the way you always interact, being able to spend a long time in it, feeling his plump lips touching yours gently, sucking and using his daring tongue to ask for passage into your mouth.  Now in such a heated kiss you could feel your hairs stand on end the way your tongues silently wrap and curl, leaving you both panting, desperate and needy.

you moved your body gently over hyunsuk, making him murmur and hug you tighter in his big arms.  you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck more and held on tight.  constant kissing.  the heat rising recurrently, you found yourselves lost in the feel of each other.  from the low sounds of the kiss, when not on purpose hyunsuk releases such a beautiful noise between his lips, squeezing your skin so desperately, always wanting to feel you as close as possible.  You were starting to feel a lot more involved in this, the heat rising and you could feel that hyunsuk was getting hard when he suddenly stopped, in a dry cut the lips parted without any precedent and you looked at him confused;  hyunsuk had pleading eyes, bright and beautiful, face and ears a red hue.

 "I need some time," he said 

 It was a fact that you had never had sex before, it was something that was being discussed with some consistency, always the same reasons, hyunsuk ended up having some experiences that were a little traumatic and that led him to think that, given the size he was, it was likely that he would make that experience not very good for you, since he also already stated that he wasn't very good in another type of relationship either.

 "Why ?"  You smoothed his hair over his face still keeping an arm around his shoulder and then you touched your boyfriend's cheek and chin.

 "You know…I'm not ready, I don't want to end up hurting you" hyunsuk said with some insecurity

 "You need to trust more, your size I'm sure it won't be a problem" you said assertively, smiling gently, hoping you could somehow change Hyungsuk's mind "I miss you…it's not always that I can have this intimate time with you"

 You dictated, moving your hips over hyunsuk, making the heat rub over the fabrics of the clothes he was wearing.  Maybe for exaggeration, but you couldn't stand having to come with just your fingers anymore, Hyunsuk was there and it's okay if he needed some extra time, but there would be nothing wrong if you happened to do it while still dressed.

"Just a little love… I need you" you moaned softly making hyunsuk gasp, still looking at you so uncertain, but feeling stimulated to the point of placing his big and firm hands on your hips

 "I-I think it's okay," said hyunsuk leaning against the headboard and settling you higher over him, watching you start to move.  The body in a constant and hyunsuk starts to get hard;  you didn't want to have to agree with this but as he grew older and touched your intimacy more firmly you understood why hyunsuk looked so uncertain, fearful of hurting you, you could clearly feel the size of him rubbing all over your covered area precisely, eliciting a few good moans from your lips in a way that had you humming, holding back so no one but hyunsik could hear how good that felt.

 Hyunsuk grunted in despair, whimpering ,hoping he could somehow feel more of you, moving his hips up a few times hoping to feel more of you too.  As support you kept your hands firmly on his chest and bit my lower lip trying to contain myself.

 "D-don't you think it's better that I take my pants off at least" you said shyly, yearning for more direct contact and watching hyunsuk shyly agree you smiled lightly, caressing the top of his head and then getting off his lap , removing the pants he was wearing while hyunsuk did the same with his.

 Your eyes gleamed almost in admiration.  Slightly wet boxer and the stiff member you felt the twinge in your lower abdomen when you saw him that way and now with more care you returned to his lap, touching your  wet region and moaning low with the feeling of more intimacy.  Then you started moving again, feeling everything more clearly, making your head fall back.  Hyunsuk remains passive in a desperate attempt to at least offer you some support, muttering between his lips, feeling his body crumble and get lost in the of almost fucking you're having , leaving both breathless and little by little desperate.

 You were losing each other again , at some point in that infinite sensation the low and timid moans began to mix.  That passivity no longer had so much room for out of sync and clumsy movements.  Hyunsuk kissed you passionately, keeping his big and firm hands in the same place as before and even though he wanted him to touch you, he knew that he should wait for his time to happen, so you just tried to return the kiss in the same passion that was received, warm and enveloping , everything seemed to be out of the zone, your orgasm was very close so she started to accelerate a little more, moving your hips against his as he moved against yours, in dry and very enveloping sex, the kind that made bodies tremble without pretext.

 The sounds began to synchronize, parting your lips desperately you watched Hyunsuk slump his body back, lean against the headboard and close his eyes, soon he was pushing against you, contorting his face in pleasure, slamming against your hips and smearing his boxers with the liquid itself, you hoping not to have the cut of your limit already so close, you accelerated, moved clumsily against your nerve and reached your limit soon after, moaning slyly and louder than expected for the place where they were, both breathless, confused and sweaty from the effort that had been necessary to make up to that moment and without a single word spoken smiles on the lips in satisfaction.

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Some Updates

So, after a few days of tinkering around my files and melting my brain, I have some good news and bad news.

Bad news; I lost the Baudelaire save 😔 Somehow or another, the save file got corrupted, and I had long been passed the point of no return. Nothing I could've done would save it, and while I did have saves of the family, those saves were corrupted as well. In addition to this, I lost had to do a complete purge of all of my cc, which is kinda a blessing in disguise. That folder was RIDDLED with broken cc/mods and I needed to go through it ages ago. With a fresh new start, my game is so much more faster and I can actually sort my cc/mods into proper folders and not lose my mind every time I have to go through them.

Good news; my game is fixed! 😅 Everything seems to be working so far, even with the addition of mods and such. So, it seems like I'm starting over! While I am very upset about losing the Baudelaires, I'm also excited for a restart. Their story, although planned out, didn't make much sense in my own head and there were many things I wish I had changed. The newer rendition of the family will still include Evaline and Walter, and the family tree connecting them to Charlotte and Alexander, however a few things will be different, starting with their new last name!

The Baudelaires will now be known as the Mendozas, with Walter being the son of two immigrants, making him a first generation born in America in his family. Evaline is still relatively the same, but rather than going from a rather privileged life to another, she is outcasted by her father for marrying Walter and she must learn to adjust to this new way of life.

I am very excited for this start over, since it means I can use infants for the second generation, AND I can use horses before they become too old fashioned. And I can also use all of the cute new late victorian cc that's come out since.

I won't be deleting the Baudelaires or any of those posts, so if you'd like to reread or just take a look at Evaline and Walter 1.0, you can still do so under the Baudelaire Tag. I also might post some of the already finished posts that I had (I was in the 1900s with the Baudelaires) as little extras or something, since there are a few posts I am very proud of.

Anyway, long story short, I will be back soon and with a brand new story! I hope you all have an amazing day/night, and stay safe my friends.

- Ellie ♡

[leggerefiore]

Cuddle rankings for whatever characters/character versions you desire? Like who would be the best to snuggle up to after a long, stressful day?

I'll just do characters since it'll take all day cover the cuddliness levels of ice moth and caveman moth.

a scale of best to worst lmao

characters: Emmet, N, Elesa, Ingo, Archie, Guzma, Nanu, Maxie, Grimsley, Volo, Cyrus.

▽Emmet△

He's the best cuddler because his first thought after coming home tired and exhausted is to wrap his arms around you and sigh. If you had one, too, it's even better. Just snuggly train man who wants to dote on you with affection while having you dote on him. Light kisses are pecked all over you, and he lets you bury your face into his nape. There is also the added bonus of possible Galvantula hug, too, to really seal is place at the top.

🌿N👑

One of the best huggers. If he's stressed, he's like to curl into himself, but if you're the one that is, he clings to you and tries his best to give you comfort. He is gentle and caring, but a bit aloof. N's fluffy hair is a bonus due to how calming it is to play with while in an embrace with him.

⚡️Elesa🌟

She is tired and exhausted and wants to hold you for hours or nap on you. If she is worn out from work, the model just goes limp against you and asks to lay down. If you're the one who's worn out, you're allowed special privilege to lay your head in her lap or on her chest. She also throws in scalp massages while humming out a song that's stuck in her head.

▲Ingo▼

If he is cuddly and tired, you have him walk and just bury his face into your chest before just not thinking for a while or passing out. It is oddly and endearing and cute of him. If you're exhausted, he immediately shifts and just holding you to his chest and speaking soft praises to you. His hand strokes your head, and his heartbeat is steady and slow in your ear. Truly the king of background noise.

🌧Archie🌊

He might tell you about what's stressing him out depending on the severity of it, but otherwise he immediately pull you into his lap and cling to you. The pirate man is exhausted, and you are a great comfort to his mind. If you're stressed though, he just does the same thing but with more kissing involved. He also blabs on about something to keep your mind occupied, too.

💀Guzma🕶

If he's stressed, you'll know by how he's following you around like a lost puppy. He pulls you into his lap and just lets out a frustrated sigh. His face is buried in your nape while he holds you in what must be a deadlock. If you're stressed, he does essentially the same thing, but asks if there's anything he can do to fix it. Of course, his fixing won't involve discussion. Just take the free Guzma seat for a while and unwind.

🐈‍⬛️Nanu❤️‍🩹

Cat man prefers to handle things lazily. He rarely has days that feel long and unending, but when he does, you'll have him silently stalk in and wrap his arms around you. A sigh will leave him, and he'll just bury his face into in your neck. When you are the one exhausted, it shifts into him letting you lay down on his chest and nap on him. He strokes your hair and hums quietly. The old man really does create a relaxing atmosphere to unwind at. Also kitty cuddles and purrs.

☀️Maxie🌋

Man gets stressed out easily and needs to recharge. He will lay his head into your lap and just be there without moving for hours. The redhead by alternatively bury his face into your neck while holding you and just shut down for a bit. His brain is resting, and he trusts you. With you, he lets you lean against him while he looks over things on his laptop. He's warm and smells like ash, so you get to unwind quite easily. Not overly affection, but also still trying.

♠️Grimsley❤️

He is a bad cuddler. He recluses into himself and just plays like gacha games to relieve stress. You may get held in his lap or he may try to sit in yours, but that's as affectionate as it gets. For you, he's a bit nicer. He lets you lay your head in his lap while he does other things. His Liepard may curl up beside you and purr, though.

💫Volo📜

He's busy screaming about how his god has betrayed him to actually do anything. Well, actually he may cling to you before doing that for a few a moment, but he prefers to work through exhaustion in his own way. With you, he will let you sit in his lap or cling to him. Volo won't do a lot, but he will give you the presence to know he's there. An awkward kiss may be given to you, too.

🌌Cyrus🛰

The worst. He doesn't even try half the time. When he's stressed, he needs to be alone. He does appreciate a quick hug or grabbing at his hand, but cuddling is certainly not on his mind. Though, if it's especially bad, he may allow it. When you're stressed, he's still quite the same. Unless you tell him you want to cling to him, you likely won't get it. He's not one to initiate physical contact ever.

[lewishamil10n]

Hey, this might be a bit weird so if it’s uncomfortable or if I’m overstepping, I apologize and you can just ignore this. While I was scrolling through your feed (because I randomly remembered one of your Dr. House fics and I was looking for it), I saw your F1 posts and my brain went haywire and somehow came up with a Foreman/Chase F1 AU. I just feel it’d be so interesting! Like Chase getting into it because Rowan also raced but not really loving it and him feeling extremely pressured by all the expectations forced onto him. And Foreman, having worked hard to make it and to earn his place (withstanding prejudice and not having the same privileges as Chase), resents him. Basically… an enemies to lovers, I guess. I’ve been avoiding my college work and spending time daydreaming about this for some days, so I figured I would tell you. Again, I’m really sorry if this is rude, I don’t even know if you take prompts but it just felt too good not to share.

first of all "avoiding my college work" anon you are SO relatable <333 also, no don't worry i'm not uncomfortable at all!! i think you've given me a brand new form of brainrot though sdfdfgfds i can't promise to give you a full fic based on the premise but i'll answer as a prompt <3

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"What the hell were you thinking?"

Chase blinks as Foreman barges into his room, eyes blazing. He takes in Foreman's anger, the tightly coiled spring of his body, the clenched fists. "What are you talking about?" he asks, taken aback. He's had Foreman angry at him before, but never like this.

"Turn 5," Foreman says through teeth clenched so tightly that Chase can see the muscles of his jaw. "Care to explain what the hell that was?"

Oh. Right. That.

"I miscalculated," Chase says simply, turning back to the bag he'd been packing before Foreman's unwelcome visit.

"You never miscalculate," Foreman points out coldly. It could almost be a compliment if not for the context.

Chase shrugs, all false nonchalance and a fake looseness to his shoulders. "I suppose I did today."

"You triggered a safety car," Foreman reminds him.

"Yes," Chase says pointedly. "I was there."

Foreman scoffs. "Don't get cute with me," he warns. "I know when you're lying to me, Chase."

"Yeah?" Chase raises an eyebrow at him, insolent, challenging. "Then why come in here and make a scene? Why don't you just tell me what it is you think I did, and we can both carry on with our lives?"

This earns him a glare, like he knew it would. It irks Foreman how predictable he is to Chase, the same way Chase hates how Foreman always knows what he's thinking. They could be a good team, he thinks, if they really tried.

It's not the first time he's had this thought tonight. The last time was Turn 1 during the race, five laps from the end, when Taub lost control of his car and rammed into Chase's side. By Turn 3, Wilson had informed him over the phone, tone horribly sympathetic, that he'd have to retire; the damage to his car was too much and Rowan thought it would make more sense to save the engine the strain of even those last few laps. Chase had known, even then, what that tone meant from Wilson. It meant his father was furious, and Chase was going to have to deal with it.

So instead of confirming he would box, he asked Wilson, "Where's Foreman?"

"P3," Wilson had replied.

"Think he could win?"

"He'll pass Kutner in two laps. If he doesn't pit at all, a couple more laps and he should be past Cameron."

"What tires is he on?"

"Mediums, but they're almost gone."

Chase had considered the entire situation very carefully (and quickly), and come to the conclusion that if he couldn't win, Foreman still could. They were almost neck-to-neck on points. Even if neither of them got the WDC, Foreman's points would come in handy for the WCC. But left like this, it was too close to risk it. There was no guarantee he'd be able to overtake Cameron on the last lap on fucked mediums.

Before he could have talked himself out of it, Chase braced himself, and turned his wheel sharply to the left.

He'd gone flying into the wall. Thank God for TECPRO, or he definitely would have broken more than a few bones. As it was, he'd spent hours in Medical, every inch of him scanned and examined for injuries.

The bonus was that his father had been too angry to wait around for him, and therefore when Chase was finally cleared from Medical, he'd come back to a blessedly Rowan-free paddock. He gave his interviews, made up some bullshit about the crash, and then came back to his hotel room for some peace and quiet.

Well, at least until Foreman had come bursting in.

Chase looks up at him now. "Go on, then," he goads.

Foreman looks him straight in the eye. "You crashed on purpose," he states, and Chase freezes. He hadn't been expecting to be called out this easily. "I don't know why," Foreman goes on, "but you did."

Chase opens his mouth.

"Don't lie and say you didn't," Foreman warns before Chase can say anything. "I saw the data."

"I lost control of the car," Chase starts.

"On purpose," finishes Foreman. "Why?"

Well, no point in lying now, thinks Chase. He doesn't know if Foreman is going to believe the truth, especially from him, but that's not his problem, he decides. "I didn't want to pit and deal with my father," he says. "I knew it would piss him off. He wanted to save the engine. And..." He hesitates. "I knew it would trigger a safety car. You could pit without losing time in the race, and you could overtake Kutner and Cameron on fresh tires."

"Wait." Foreman blinks, frowning. "You did it so I'd win?"

"I did it so you had better chances," Chase corrects, but it's a silly thing to split hairs over. It's the literal same thing.

"I don't need your help," Foreman begins, but his anger is half-hearted now.

"I know," he says. "But I did it anyway. Hate me for it all you want, I don't care." He sounds tired suddenly, even to his own ears. He's spent months trying to convince Foreman they're on the same side, that Chase is not going to sabotage him. He's spent months fighting on all fronts — his father, his competitors, the media — and he's tired of it. He's exhausted. He hopes Foreman believes him tonight, but if he doesn't — well, Chase is fresh out of fucks to give.

To his surprise, all the fight goes out of Foreman. "I don't hate you," he says.

"Right," scoffs Chase.

"I don't," insists Foreman. "Yeah, I think you're an insufferable nepo baby, but if that was reason enough for me to hate people, I'd hate everyone here."

"You do hate everyone here," Chase points out.

Foreman snorts at that. He's actually grinning a little. "Well, except you," he points out.

"Could've fooled me."

That makes Foreman wince. "Sorry," he says, and to his credit he sounds like it too. "I shouldn't have come barging in like that."

"It's fine," Chase says. He's sitting at the edge of his bed now, suitcase abandoned with clothes half-spilling out.

Foreman joins him, sitting down next to him. He still smells like sweat and rubber, as opposed to Chase who has already showered. "Seen your dad yet?"

Chase shakes his head. "He's already going to yell at me during the team meeting, I didn't see any reason to give him a chance to do it to me in the paddock, too."

Foreman makes a face. "I wish he wouldn't," he admits.

"Wishing doesn't mean shit, though, does it," Chase points out. "I mean, he probably wishes I'd kill you and win the championship, but I'm not doing it, am I?"

"No, instead you're trying to kill yourself," Foreman says dryly. "Seriously though, don't do that again. I don't care what benefit you think it'll bring. Don't hurt yourself like that. Nothing is worth that."

"I'm not hurt." Chase doesn't know where this sudden concern for his well-being is coming from, but he won't deny it feels nice. Nicer than the constant arguments and derision, at least.

"You could've been," Foreman counters.

"What's the worst that can happen, I miss a few races?" dismisses Chase.

"No," says Foreman sharply. "You know the worst that can happen. Stop minimizing the risks."

"You don't want me to die?" Chase grins. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"Shut up," says Foreman, almost reflexively, and then gives Chase a tired grin. "Seriously, though. Swear you won't."

"Fine, fine, I swear," Chase says. He doesn't have a deathwish anyway. Maybe more of a recklessness issue sometimes, but not an actual wish to die.

"Good," says Foreman firmly. Then he stands. "Come on then. Let's go get this meeting over with."

"Yeah," says Chase, standing too. "Hope Dad hurries it up, I'm fucking starving."

"I know a good barbecue place nearby," Foreman says, in an off-hand sort of tone.

"You're offering me dinner?" Chase asks, surprised.

Foreman grins. "You did just win me a race."

"Fine, then." Chase grins back. "Your treat, though."

"'Course," says Foreman.

Maybe there's still hope for them, thinks Chase as he follows Foreman out of the room. Fuck Rowan Chase and his expectations. Chase doesn't want a WDC if it would mean becoming the kind of person his father is. He'd rather have this, the vague sense of potential friendship he's getting from Foreman tonight. It's better than nothing, and it sure as hell is better than anything Rowan Chase could ever give him.

[kstewdeux]

@sometimes-icanstillhear-sitboy

InuPrompt 2022: Wish (11.11.22)

Summary: Kagome orders some cheap exercise clothes from the predecessor of Wish and learns some things.

“Why do I gotta be here? Why not use Sango?” Inuyasha huffed irritably as he shifted his weight. This whole thing was so utterly embarrassing. It wasn’t like he was an expert in fashion. Besides, whatever opinion he ultimately gave would be taken as an insult somehow. That woman could interpret everything he said to everyone else so easily but when it came to herself, Kagome might as well as have been blind. She could be so stupid. So willfully ignorant.

“You’re the one having to carry me around all the time,” Kagome called back - the sound of ripping plastic and the scent of chemicals erupting followed. Inuyasha gagged and had to repress his shudder.

“The hell are you doing back there?” he snapped irritably, “If that’s the clothes, I already say no. Cloth shouldn’t smell like that.”

“Well, sometimes synthetic fabric smells like gasoline at first. It goes away so keep an open mind,” Kagome called back, “I just thought that it would be better to wear something more practical and I’m tired of chaffing.”

Inuyasha laughed softly at that. He’d been wondering since the beginning how that stiff fabric and obscene skirt was working out for her. Far as he could tell it didn’t breathe and he’d seen the evidence of irritation himself. Still, if she wanted something more comfortable, he would’ve found her something instead of her ordering stuff from a magazine. Especially if he had known the magazine crap smelled like death. She probably thought that he’d get her something tacky but more likely, he would’ve scoured the earth to find a fire rat robe so they could match.

See, now that would’ve been cute and serve many purposes. Mainly, it would show the world that she was his and he was hers. That they were a unit in many interpretations of the word. Even if her understanding kept getting lost in translation.

Inuyasha smiled to himself and hummed. What a weird thought. Matching. But weirder still, the idea of matching with her made him very, very happy. Especially if they had kids one day. They could all match. Hell, if the kid didn’t have ears like him, they could use a bow to…

His smile faded and he quickly locked those images away where they couldn’t hurt him.

“If you wanted new clothes, I could’ve found you some,” Inuyasha huffed in frustration as he cricked his neck, “Still might. Ain’t no way chemicals are better for your skin.”

“They were so cheap they were basically free,” Kagome called back - her voice muffled by what Inuyasha assumed was a top, “Now I want you to think about how great this would work in battle. Able to move better. Probably run faster. Less me losing focus trying to keep my skirt from flying up.”

Snickering softly, Inuyasha had to admit he’d enjoyed that view often enough to know exactly what she meant.

“So you’re trying to be more modest?” Inuyasha offered with no lack of amusement, “If you are so concerned-“

“Well that too,” Kagome offered and Inuyasha made a face, “And villagers won’t be whispering about whether I’m a floozy.”

Inuyasha snickered at the strange term. He didn’t have to know the word to understand what she meant. Good little girls didn’t wear skirts that didn’t even go below the fingertips. Never accidentally showed off their beautiful, flat, flawless stomachs. Especially didn’t let men grab their bare thighs.

Inuyasha wrinkled his nose.

“So you’re covering up then is the idea,” he stated more than asked - disappointed at the implication that he wouldn’t be granted his favorite privilege anymore. Still didn’t explain-

“Again, why am I the one who has to cast judgment? This is a girl thing,” Inuyasha sighed heavily, “I’m sure whatever it is will be…”

Kagome began coming out and Inuyasha’s brain flatlined.

“Well Sango is a little more traditional. She already doesn’t approve of the outfit I normally wear and I don’t trust that she’d give me an honest opinion,” Kagome continued as she began smoothing out some of the wrinkles, “She’d just shoot it down.”

Inuyasha was not proud of the noise he made when Kagome fully emerged from behind the silk screen. Something between a moan and a whine. His knees turned to jelly and he promptly sank to his butt while the woman in question looked at him like he was insane.

That is, until her eyes widened in understanding and her face erupted in flames.

“They’re for exercising,” she blurted before blushing harder when she realized Inuyasha’s dilated amber eyes were focused on a very specific part of her anatomy, “Are you even listening to me?”

Inuyasha nodded absently while his chest heaved. Thank god the monk wasn’t here. Gouging a friend’s eyes out wasn’t something Inuyasha particularly fancied doing but if Kagome was going to wear something like that, Inuyasha was going to make damn sure he was the only man allowed to see her in all her glory.

God, how long had he wanted this? Permission, arguably, to look at her with next to nothing on. An acknowledgement that he had the right. Honestly, it’d gotten to the point where he believed she’d never catch the hints he’d dropped. There were only so many ways to interpret ‘I need you’. Only so many ways to demonstrate that he could be a good provider in every way. Making her medicine. Taking every blow meant for her in battle. Following her to a world that smelled like ass and going out of his way to impress her family. Doing everything they asked and helping them with whatever they needed. Sure, he royally screwed up where Kikyo was concerned but he hadn’t left Kagome once since he declared he’d chosen her. Not once!

But still, somehow, she hadn’t seemed to catch what he was throwing at her.

Until now.

Inuyasha let out another pleased moan as his heart melted. She knew. She finally knew.

Wish granted.

“I mean I know it’s tight,” Kagome mumbled as she quickly began moving backwards towards the screen, “But when it’s just us, I thought it’d be more practical than what I normally wear. The leggings…”

Blinking a few times, Inuyasha’s foggy gaze lowered to the shapely legs that were fully covered. Those he could definitely do without. He liked being able to touch her skin. Gave him a weird comfort in the midst of their day to day struggles. Made him believe, if just for a moment, that she really did trust him.

Kagome turned away from him and Inuyasha immediately changed his opinion. She could wear those all day and he’d never get tired of looking.

“People wear stuff like this all the time in my era,” the miko muttered miserably as she disappeared and Inuyasha let out a soft huff of frustration, “I just thought destroying these would be better than my uniform. I’ve gone through sixteen of them and they’re so expensive.”

Inuyasha would like to say he was listening or that he cared about the cost but the image of Kagome wearing what amounted to a skin tight suit was burned into his mind.

“Looks nice,” Inuyasha called out - wincing when his voice changed in pitch mid-word. That hadn’t happened since he was…well younger and growing. Although, technically something in him was growing at the moment so maybe that had something to do with it. But what did she expect? That top was completely transparent and…

Inuyasha let out another muffled moan and closed his eyes to revisit the memory.

A face peeked around the edge of the screen and she gave him a curious look.

“I have some others. Things I ordered. Maybe they’d be better?” she admitted slowly and eyes flying open, Inuyasha immediately perked up with almost childlike enthusiasm.

“Yeah. Yeah let’s see those,” Inuyasha breathed - his voice still doing whatever the hell it was doing. The innocent face he put on was both precious and disturbing. Since when did she give him a reaction like this?

Figuring this little fashion show would do wonders to her self esteem, Kagome unpackaged another top and squeezed it over her head. Size medium her butt. This tank top was basically a bra and exposed fat rolls that probably didn’t even exist. Heinous was too kind a word and the color was nothing like what had been advertised on the website. What was supposed to be emerald green was a strange combination of neon green vomit and mop water. There were no words to describe how utterly disgusting this color was and no way in hell she was exposing Inuyasha’s HD vision to this. For all she knew, those amber orbs could bubble and start melting out of their sockets from seeing something so hideous.

Squinting her eyes, Kagome pulled the fabric forward and found the pièce de résistance. A weird watermarkish pattern that looked like a kawaii sheep with anatomically correct squid tentacles. What was that?

“You can’t see this one,” she called out as she began trying to tug it over her head only to quickly begin wondering how she’d even gotten the stupid top from hell on. Somehow, someway this stupid piece of cheap nylon had fused itself to her skin or something. Much to her horror and relief, upon almost tripping over her book bag with the shirt over her face, a single claw was there. Effortlessly cutting through the fabric to help rid her of her veritable prison. It was so tightly on there, though, Kagome would’ve sworn she heard the vacuum seal pop.

As relieved as she was to be free, though, that second that poor excuse for fabric hit the ground, his lips were on hers. Which brought with them a whole new type of panic. His fingertips exploring every inch of her torso they could until they finally delved into her hair to keep her in place.

“Those are for me,” Inuyasha laughed almost playfully against her lips before his hands reached down to hoist her legs over his hips, “Only for me.”

As he quickly maneuvered so that her back hit the wall, Kagome’s eyes widened as her mind started to race. Especially when, after he secured her, his hands slid up to pin her wrists above her head. Yeah…this was moving way too fast and far too soon. There was still…well a skyscraper high tower of mess they needed to clear up before, well, any of this. And this wouldn’t and didn’t mean anything to him. He clearly had made some presumption or, you know, was just male and instinct driven.

Inuyasha’s lips began tracing her jaw before moving down her neck and she lost her train of thought.

“S-stop,” she finally managed in between little whimpers and moans. His reaction was immediate. Panting heavily against her skin, Inuyasha froze and went rigid.

Scared of him. She was scared of him.

“W-what?”

“I said stop,” she repeated. Inuyasha’s breathing hitched a few times before he took a step back and gently placed her feet back on the floor. His face, however, remained hidden in her hair. She could feel his breath coming out in fast uneven puffs. Ticking her hair and skin as he tried to get ahold of his reaction.

“I didn’t…” he tried - his voice cracking wildly as he pushed his nose closer and a strange whine worked it way out, “I just thought that y-you…”

Without further warning, he turned and hurried out of the room. It was then and only then that Kagome registered something wet sliding from her hair into her cheek. Running the odd clear liquid between her fingertips, she was far too frazzled to immediately recognize it but when she did, you had better bet she was throwing on the nearest shirt so she could chase after him.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t gone far and she nearly tripped over his body which was planted firmly just outside the door.

He caught her. Of course. But her life flashed before her eyes on the unexpected way down.

“Stupid,” he chided hoarsely as he quickly took a moment to wipe at his face, “Why’d you go and do that?”

There was a double question there. Kagome knew it. Inuyasha knew it. The remanent of the poorly made garment even a child couldn’t fit into knew it.

“You shouldn’t be out here,” Inuyasha huffed as he grabbed her arm and moved to roughly yank her inside, “That shirt is almost see through and-“

“I didn’t want you to go,” she offered sheepishly as he forced her to sit and then slammed the door shut.

“Well I’m here,” Inuyasha snapped much harsher than he intended before plopping down in front of her and glaring, “Happy n-“

His anger faded quicker than Kagome could blink as his eyes lingered on her throat.

“Now?” he finished lamely. A look of misery, longing and shame adorning his features. Furrowing her brow, Kagome made to speak before realizing what he was probably looking at.

A hickey. He had been rather…attentive.

Moving her hand to cover the bruise she knew was there, she was surprised when he reached up to gently grab her wrist- staring at the spot with the oddest expression.

“Don’t. Please,” he requested with a shuddering sigh, “Just don’t.”

“I mean, I’m going to have to cover it up if it is what I think it is,” Kagome mumbled in confusion before shaking her head and getting to the point, “Inuyasha, all I meant was that…we, um, can’t be doing…that.”

Nodding stiffly, Inuyasha averted his eyes and tucked his hands into his sleeves.

“Fine. That’s…that’s fine,” he agreed barely above a whisper before glancing at the futon and adding, “Y-you should get some sleep.”

“Inuyasha, what I’m trying to say-“

“You’re really useless when you don’t sleep,” he added a little desperately as his body curled into itself like a dog anticipating being hit by a newspaper, “And…and I don’t want to have to carry you everywhere. You’ve got two legs, ya know? And-“

“Inuyasha. Will you look at me?”

“No,” he huffed as he stared at his right knee, “Go to bed.”

“Inuyasha. Look at me,” she ordered firmly as her hand reached up to try to force his chin, “Look. At. Me.”

“No.”

With him not looking, he completely missed the split second decision that played out behind her eyes. The realization then pleased understanding.

What he did not miss was her suddenly straddling him and wrapping her arms around his neck. Stunned, confused and more than a little hurt, Inuyasha lifted his head only to find his lips being captured in a way that heated his cooling blood.

“I’ll only wear them for you,” she breathed before nudging his chin up so she could attack his throat, “If that’s what you want.”

Nodding absently, Inuyasha was too busy trying to breathe in a dignified fashion to worry about anything else. For so long, he’d assumed trying to start anything with her was a suicide mission. That Kikyo and his general jackassery had ruined any chance he might’ve had. But this…

This seemed to prove otherwise. Mostly. It was within the realm of possibility that she didn’t actually want him. That she was just trying to comfort him or something equally bizarre. She’d kissed him like that before after all. When he was injured and needing to be saved. Maybe he was turning and he didn’t even know.

When she hit a particularly sensitive spot, his back arched and a soft whimper passed over his lips.

“Now. I think we need a talk,” Kagome cooed as her fingertips moved to stroke his hypersensitive ears. It sounded like a proposition from his dreams but given everything, he didn’t really want this to end. The world liked to play cruel jokes on him. Give him hope then snatch it away. If he went along, if he agreed, he’d set himself up for more heartbreak and honestly, he didn’t think he could handle any more.

She pulled away. Clenching his eyes shut, Inuyasha tried to mentally brace himself for impact. After all, what she’d just done wasn’t like her at all. None of this was like her at all. Maybe he’d found himself in the arms of a succubus which overrode his judgment and gave him ideas he wouldn’t normally entertain. That made more sense than what was happening.

“T-talk?” he managed after a few moments before pulling her closer and resting his nose against the nape of her neck. The last thing he wanted was for her to say that he’d ruined everything. That her kissing him was just to soften the incoming blow. He could tell by scent alone that she’d been scared of him and he really didn’t want to hear her say those words out loud. To tell him she was leaving or that she didn’t trust him anymore or that...

“Well…for one thing, you were right. These clothes aren’t the best. I think this stupid shirt ripped,” Kagome admitted as she trailed her fingertips up and down his back, “And the seam of my leggings popped already.“

Letting out a soft groan, Inuyasha didn’t move and tried to hold onto his fairytale for a few seconds longer. At least right now, until she told him otherwise, he could pretend that everything was fine. That maybe she even loved him. But why would she after all the crap he pulled? Like just now. Talk about making presumptions. Even if she did love him, she probably thought he only wanted her because he was turned on. Lust was different than love. Yeah, sure, there’d been both but she wouldn’t know that and she was obsessed with Kikyo. It would take a miracle for her to figure out he would choose her in a heartbeat if things were easier.

But Naraku liked to play with his food. Had already killed one woman. Killed thousands others in ever more creative ways. Played on insecurities and, more importantly, doubt. And Kikyo, well, her opinion on whether he should die or not changed from one second to the next. Was completely unpredictable and he had promised to avenge her. To protect her…

And he’d already screwed up so hard where that was involved. He’d made too many mistakes and…

“But mainly I want you to talk because I love you,” Kagome finished softly as she gave his trembling body a light squeeze.

For the longest moment, Inuyasha’s breathing hitched as he waited for her to correct herself. To realize what she’d said and take it back.

But she didn’t. Quite the contrary. She pulled him closer and whispered the sentiment again. Unsure what was happening, Inuyasha slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and gently nuzzled her throat. A tense contradictory peace began flowing through his veins making it easier to breathe and making his muscles relax.

“I love you too,” Inuyasha offered hesitantly. Kagome hummed and pressed a kiss against his cheek.

It was almost beyond belief.

Maybe, just maybe, something in his life was simple for once. Easy for once. For the longest, he’d assumed any confession he made would be met with a long list of everything he’d done wrong. Being told that he was mistaken and have to live the rest of his life trying to prove he wasn’t. Have to fight like hell and bend himself out of shape to gain her trust. But there was no fight. No accusations. Just love. Beautiful unconditional love.

A lingering tear slid down his cheek. He held her closer and pressed a single chaste kiss against her neck.

“I…I’ll talk but...” Inuyasha trailed off into a breathy chuckle. A faint blush blooming across his nose.

“But I want to see the rest of that shit on you first,” Inuyasha mumbled after a long period of him breathing in her scent to calm his frazzled nerves, “And then we’re burning them all.”

“Deal,” Kagome agreed and Inuyasha felt the broken pieces of his heart begin to sew themselves back together.

And so, in between sessions of making up for lost time, they did just that.

[mumuugi]

aight not a request but i'll dump my tsumugi ideas bcs i can't write nsfw,,,

ykno there's smth wrong with his brain bcs he can be unaware of how much the impact of his deeds on people. so i feel that after he's being too rough, it's either him being very apologetic or he would think that eh, you're fine. you can handle it just fine.

now for some scenarios,, him grabbing your hair with his big hands and moving your head forcefully while you're under his desk. after all he can't help it, your mouth just feels so good...

or when he's simply groping all over your body. like it's gonna be easy for him to grope your ass cheek and give it a hard squeeze. if he wants to pin your hands above your head then he can do it easily with one hand too

also something a bit sweeter, imagine him doing you from behind, his chest against your back. then he just puts his hands on top of yours. idk maybe he just likes holding hands in general

haha this actually went quite long. feel free to put my brainrot to use

u lost me at him grabbing our hair forcefully. that literally made me kick my feet like. HHNHHR mugi.. I DONT KNOW WHY BUT I JUST WANT HIM TO USE HIS BIG HANDS ON ME GAAHHH!!! what a privilege to have huge hands u r on another level what if u choke me sorry i meant pin me down sorry i mean hold my hands.

and i agree with the last one.. mugi is definetly the type who’s into handholding during sex.. especially if ur hands r smaller than his. he just likes to grab your hands in his and i find it so. so cute.. i’m sure he likes to compare the sizes aswell.. feel like he’d say stuffs like

“mmh, sorry i can’t help it, you just look so cute like this~”

“nhah.. you like it when i hold you like this, don’t you? so cute..”

“look at how small your hands are compared to mine, what a perfect fit~”