#but I’d be interested to hear about it so feel free to answer as well if you like

[emerald-technologist]

I find myself curious, so - to my fellow vampires, whatever kind of vampire you may be, do you consider yourself-as-vampire to be human as well, or completely separate from humanity? Not in the sense of “I have a vampire kintype, but I’m also human,” but rather in the sense of “if I was physically my vampire self and not in my current body, I would/would not consider myself to be human”.

Please feel free to elaborate on your thoughts and feelings about this in tags/reblogs; I find it an interesting discussion in-source, and I’m curious if others have thoughts on the matter here.

[bleedingoptimism]

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚

part 1

“You look pale,” Jeff comments making Eddie snort loudly.

Of course he looks pale, he’s got vampirism, doesn't he? But then again, so does Jeff and he looks great.

“When was the last time you fed?” He asks.

Eddie sighs heavily trying to reign in his bad mood. He knows Jeff’s just worried and wants to help, and he’s grateful to have run into an old friend from high school as soon as he moved into the big city. 

Because he’d be utterly lost without him.

He doesn't know where anything is, he gets lost in the subway, and he has no idea when he’s being charged too much for a muffin or suspiciously too little for a hotdog, or where all the blood markets are.

“Like, two weeks ago,” Eddie finally answers.

Jeff looks surprised but it’s not actually that bad, people with vampirism can go up to 4 to 5 weeks without blood. 

It’s not the same as those vampires from movies and books, they still eat food and they can stand in the sun with just minor cases of sunburn. There’s also the light sensitivity, making them all look like assholes wearing sunglasses everywhere.

Also, they are not allergic to garlic. Which, thank the heavens because Eddie loves garlic, a lot.

There’re a couple of side effects that do come in handy sometimes, like augmented hearing and smell. And the healing spit is super weird but nifty. No super strength regrettably, that would’ve been awesome.

Anyways, it’s like they have super anemia or something.

“I went to a blood bar, hooked up with some dude but. I didn't have a good time, at all. I kind of don't want to go back to bars for a while,” He elaborates and when Jeff frowns worried, he shakes his head,

“No, not like that. It’s just… the dude was like way too into it, you know? It kinda freaked me out.”

“What do you mean? Don't you find it hot? When you feed?” Jeff asks him, curious. 

Eddie nods quickly, “Yes, of course I do! It can be really sexy with the right person, but this guy, he was like- like way too loud and like, he was faking it? I don’t for who, though. And halfway through it, I started getting worried I’d accidentally hired someone instead of just hooked up and I didn’t have any money, and then I started thinking about money and my dick-”

“Ok! Ok, I get it.” Jeff thankfully interrupts him. “Dude, why didn’t you say something, I know of a place. I didn’t mention it before because it’s kind of boujee and handles itself a little differently.” 

“Oh? Do tell” Eddie tells him excitedly, he loves going to new places, especially if they are weird.

“Well, it’s real private, like ‘can’t get in unless you are on the list’ private. And it’s run by this girl. Blonde little thing, super cute. Scary as fuck. Everyone calls her ‘The Boss’” he says doing air quotes.

“Dramatic, I like it.” Eddie smiles.

Jeff chuckles, “So the gist of it it’s you go there and just hang out normally, like any other kind of bar. The place is beautiful, the music is good, and the drinks are delicious. But what's interesting about this place is the hostesses,” he says and even does a little pause for effect before continuing, “Similar to a blood bar there’re people there willing to be fed on but what’s cool about it is they get to choose.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, “That sounds kind of fun, actually.”

“Right? And it feels, safer somehow? For them?” Jeff agrees and Eddie nods and smiles at him, waiting for him to keep going.

“Anyway, the hostesses choose and then you get to go upstairs and talk through what you want to happen, just feeding, sex, talking, anything they agree to, it's on the table. I once ended up just playing a game of Uno with the girl I fed on and two other hostesses that hadn't picked anyone that night.” he finishes and Eddie laughs delightedly.

“Ok, this place sounds amazing, what’s the catch?” 

“Well, you have to pay an entry fee, the drinks are expensive and there’s always the possibility you’ll leave empty-handed. The first time is free though,” Jeff says.

“Like drugs,” Eddie replies and Jeff nods solemnly, 

“You know the hostesses can be kind of addicting.” 

…

That night, on the way there, Jeff tells him they have to sign a guest list at the entrance,

“No one uses their real name, not because the place is shady or anything! But because they want to leave that choice to us and the hostesses if you ever get too close with one. It's not like, frowned upon.”

Eddie nods listening intently, he feels kind of nervous in a way he hasn't in a while, but he’s not sure why.

“Also, secret nicknames are fun! I’m known as Jay there. So please don’t dox me. Or yourself.” Jeff tells him.

After careful consideration, Eddie smiles and says, “I’ll be… Strider”

“Nerd”

“Shut up, you are just jealous you didn't come up with it yourself”

Jeff laughs, “You got me there,” he says, and then, “We are here” and he opens a big glass windowed door and vows to Eddie, inviting him in.

Eddie chuckles and enters and immediately almost runs into someone—a tall, massive guy with short curly hair and the shadow of a beard.

“Hey freak,” Jeff greets calmly, “He’s with me,”

Eddie cringes at the nickname, bad memories from high school bullying. But the dude just nods and gives Jeff the tiniest of smiles, so he figures it’s the nickname the bouncer chose for himself.

They enter and sign their name in the guest book, a girl about their age with dirty blond hair and hundreds of freckles on her nose and cheeks is there and she asks Eddie a couple of questions. Not in a weird way, but in a ‘you are new and I’m curious’ kind of way.

Eddie feels comfortable and excited as they go in.

Jeff was right, the place is beautiful. The lobby leads to a big room with high ceilings and fake candle-lit lamps. The chairs and tables are antiques and all different but roughly the same time period so they look good together. There’re old signs and posters from all kinds of drinks and different products adorning the walls. And the music is instrumental and oldie too, sounds like probably 40s or 50s.

It is incredibly boujee. But in a fun way, cozy and warm.

They get a seat at a small round table in a corner and Jeff lets Eddie look around for a while before asking,

“So? Weird right? It’s like stepping into another time,”

Eddie snorts, “Yeah, one that has no idea which time period it wants to repre- who is that?”

Jeff looks at where Eddie is looking and sighs, “Of course you noticed Sunshine,”

“Sunshine?” Eddie sighs.

“That’s what they call him. Because apparently he smells like flowers and summer and tastes like orgasms or something,” Jeff says amused rolling his eyes.

The guy, Sunshine, is probably the prettiest person he’s ever seen in his life, definitely the most beautiful man in this room. His face is a contradiction of sharp and round angles that is just absolutely perfect, and he’s wearing a black suit that clings to his body like a second skin, showing off his big shoulders and his tiny waist. He’s looking around the room with big, brown eyes that look bored as he leans against a wall like he’s above it all, he’s a fucking dream.

Eddie swallows audibly and looks smirking at Jeff for a second before his eyes drift back to the man, “Tastes like what, you said” he teases and Jeff snorts.

“Not that anyone would know, as far as I know, he’s never taken anyone upstairs,” he tells Eddie in a conspiratory tone.

That makes him incredibly curious, “Really? Why is he still here then?”

“I don’t know for sure, mostly rumors but he’s the boss’s favorite, that’s for sure. Oh!” Jeff exclaims and then nods his head to a girl sitting on the other side of the room, in a big fancy-looking chair that looks more like a throne than a simple piece of furniture.

She’s got blonde hair up in a ponytail and she’s wearing a flowery dress but there's something about the way she looks around the room, something about the way people walk around her and look at her, with respect or fear, or maybe both. She’s fucking intimidating.

While Eddie’s looking, the girl from the front desk, with the freckles, comes to sit on a small stool beside the “throne”, there’s another one on the other side that’s empty. The blonde girl moves her hand towards freckles and she kisses it and then her shoulder and smiles as she leans in closer and starts whispering to her.

It’s kind of surreal. 

“That’s The Boss, and the girl from the entrance, that’s Sparrow. She’s her girl.” Jeff explains.

“Respect for looking scary in a sundress,” Eddie comments.

And Jeff nods, “Anyways my theory is, Sunshine is actually just a bodyguard and not a hostess but the people that come here like to think they actually have a chance with him, so no one says anything to the contrary.”

Eddie snorts and nods, it makes sense. It's actually very good marketing, just like the ‘the first one is free’ thing. That boss girl is really smart with her business.

Jeff and he get a few drinks and they chat calmly, Jeff isn't looking to go upstairs tonight, he only came by to accompany Eddie and Eddie knows he should be looking around, trying to make eye contact with someone, but he can stop staring at Sunshine.

He even looked at their table at one point, and Eddie thought he was going to faint. He was scanning the room as he apparently does every couple of minutes when he caught Jeff’s eye and Jeff lifted his hand in greeting.

And Sunshine’s face completely transformed, his bored calculating expression changed into a beautiful smile that made his eyes shine. He wiggled his fingers at Jeff cutely before going back to looking like fucking Droopy Dog. If Droopy was the sexiest motherfucker alive. It was amazing to see.

Eddie’s jaw almost hit the table and he turned to look at Jeff stunned and he just shrugged,

“Sunshine was one of the hostesses I ended up playing Uno with. He’s fucking vicious,” he says smiling at the memory.

Eddie chuckles as his eyes follow Sunshine moving across the room, he just can't. Stop. Looking.

But the thing is, Sunshine is looking back now. Keeping eye contact with him obviously and unashamed. It’s thrilling and it makes shivers run down his spine.

He watches as Sunshine sits on the stool on the other side of The Boss’s throne and grabs her hand and holds it, intertwining their fingers. 

The Boss and her girl turn and look at him and the three of them start whispering, looking at him.

“Dude,” he says and turns to Jeff to see if he’s seeing what he’s seeing.

Jeff looks from him to the whispering party, “Un fucking believable, first time here and tonight is the night Sunshine is taking someone upstairs” he says looking fed up, but clearly in a joking manner.

“Is that what you think it’s happening? No way,” Eddie shakes his head as Sparrow says something that makes The Boss chuckle but Sunshine speaks up and she sobers up immediately. Curious.

“He’s looking right at you, he probably went to ask Sparrow about you,” Jeff insists.

“Maybe he’s looking at you”

“He’s seen me before,” Jeff scoffs.

He’s about to reply but their conversation gets interrupted by someone shily clearing their throat. A girl, a hostess, is looking at him with curious eyes, and shit… she’s cute and looks like a nice person but, Eddie can’t- he needs to know what those looks from Sunshine meant.

He needs him.

He looks back at the group quickly to see Sunshine and The Boss in deep conversation and Sparrow… is she glaring at him?

He rejects the girl, as nicely as possible and Jeff scoffs and murmurs ‘unbelievable’ under his breath again as Eddie turns to look back at Sunshine.

Who is walking toward them, holy shit.

“Holy shit,” Jeff says and then moves to stand. Eddie grabs his wrist and tries to pull him back.

“Wait what are you doing, dont-” But Jeff frees himself and starts walking away,

“Good luck!” He sings songs and then leaves him alone.

part 1: you are here

part 2: 👄

part 3: 🩸

bonus content: ☀️

ao3: 🌙

art: 🦇

coffee?☕🥐💕

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐃𝐈𝐒-𝐌𝐎𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐓.

synposis. you ask the fontainian boys and girlies for a lesson in the language of their nation — french, to better understand them and become closer.

genre. fluff + crack

ft. navia, lyney, furina, neuvillette

disclaimer. i had french for seven years in school, but my knowledge in the language is in no way perfect, so if i make mistakes, i apologize in advance! pointing out mistakes is okay, but don’t be an ass about it. furthermore, any terms of endearment that are written here will be used with their respective possessive pronoun to keep it gender neutral. for example, cherie is feminine, so i will put ma in front of it. cœur is masculine, so i will put mon. i hope this is lucid enough! lastly, if any qualities used ( fav color, macaron ) do not align with your preferences, feel free to change it in your head — i just used my own to make the sentence flow. OH and one more note i promise- some things can’t really be translated the same in english as they sound in french! mon cœur for example is not really a term of endearment you hear the same in english.. so if the translation sounds weird, it’s just because some things can’t sound the same unfortunately.. THATS WHY FOREIGN LANGUAGES ARE MORE ROMANTIC🗣️🗣️

gender neutral! reader

➫ 𝓝𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗔 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ oh she was so excited when you showed interest in her native language, it was just so romantic and things couldn’t be expressed as deeply in english as they were in french.

⌗ very patient with teaching you! she prefers a more verbal approach with teaching you and despite her formal nature, she teaches you a casual and easy way of speaking that doesn’t make you sound robotic😭

⌗ “imparfait is used a lot when written, in speech however — between you and me.. you don’t hear it really often! so we’re just gonna focus on le passé composé~ <3”

⌗ if you feel insecure about your lack of accent, it’s okay ( bc me too. ), navia won’t judge you for it! she’s just happy that you’re willing to learn for her!

⌗ likes to set up a scenario for you to test your proficiency! this time around, she had invited clorinde to join you both for tea and macarons.

⌗ clorinde was as patient as a one came.. and was happy to be having navia’s macarons once more.

⌗ “ah~ y/n, voulez-vous un autre macaron? quelle saveur souhaitez-vous?” / “ah~ y/n, would you like another macaron? which flavor would you like?”

⌗ clorinde is just sipping away her tea as the gears are turning in your head to answer navia properly. “oui.. um, je voulais un de chocolat, s’il vous plaît..” / “yes.. um, i’d like a chocolate one, please.”

⌗ cue uncertainty in your words but navia just smiles brightly before clapping. “très bien, ma cherie~! voilà, un macaron de chocolat.” / “very good, my darling! here you go, one chocolate macaron.”

⌗ despite your embarrassment, the tea party went surprisingly well? you eventually got a little more comfortable despite your easy way of speaking, but navia couldn’t be prouder<3

➫ 𝓛𝗬𝗡𝗘𝗬 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ he is a total tease with it and is the kind of tutor that would ask what you are referring to or press for more information just to mess around with you.

⌗ say he asks what your favorite color is, he’ll totally 100% ask WHY it’s your favorite color, and will await with this innocent smile for you to explain. like so.. “pourquoi le rouge est ta couleur préférée, hm? explique-moi s’il vous plaît, mon cœur~” / “why is red your favorite color, hm? please explain to me, my heart~”

⌗ “one of these days lyney, i swear..” you’d mutter and he’d just put a hand to his ear. “hm, qu’est ce-que vous avez dit? je ne comprends pas!” / “hm, what was that you said? i don’t understand!”

⌗ he is fr testing your patience, and now you are wondering whether or not it was a good idea to say you wanted to learn french. he is the most meddlesome teacher!

⌗ i feel like he’s one of those that refuses to answer you unless you respond in french. doesn’t have to be perfect, but he needs to hear you trying! thinks it’s the best way for you to pick up the language — an environment where you are inclined to speak it!

⌗ he probably makes lynette and freminet join in on this scheme of his.. fremmy is mouthing apologies in english to you while lynette is apologizing for her troublesome brother.

⌗ it’s needless to say, despite the extremities, lyney’s method kind of worked? i mean you’re in an environment where all you hear is french and you are forced to speak it in order to communicate with your lover and his family, sooo.. you’re bound to pick it up. sorta.

⌗ when arlecchino was in town again for a visit to check on her kids, you had this idea once you felt you knew enough of the language to ask for her approval on you dating lyney, since she hadn’t known yet.

⌗ so with lyney present, you shocked him completely by walking up to the fatui harbinger with a shaky confidence, holding your heart as you stared up at her. “madame arlecchino.. il m’a fallu beacoup de temps pour apprendre les mots.. mais,” you paused, sucking in a breath. “je voudrais avouer que je suis très amoureux de ton fils.. et je souhaite votre approbation!” / “miss arlecchino, it took me a lot of time to learn the words.. but, i wanted to confess that i am very much in love with your son, and i wish for your approval!”

⌗ lyney was in complete shock of what his ‘father’ might say, but when the smallest smile painted her lips, relief washed over him. “vous devez vraiment l’aimer beaucoup, si vous avez appris le français pour me dire ça.. vous avez mon approbation.” / “you must love him very much, then, if you learned french to tell me this.. you have my approval.”

➫ 𝓕𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗔 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ oh, you thought lyney was bad? think again. furina is on another level of teaching french and just as troublesome, if not- worse, as he is with his methods of teaching you..

⌗ she’s got you writing, doing grammar and spelling, speaking, reading — everything you can imagine. all because you showed the tiniest bit of interest in the language since furina’s performances are often in french.

⌗ in hindsight, you just wanted to learn to understand her better whenever you attended her shows</3

⌗ when she realizes she’s overdoing things, she eases up and recoils a little, not wanting to overflow you with information. it was meant to be something fun for you both anyway to connect you more, not another year of education for you..

⌗ and so she switches to another method of teaching — which is practicing her scripts with you!

⌗ she helps you with your lines, and whatever you don’t understand, she will explain to you so that you guys can have your little performance together<3

⌗ she’ll summon her little animal friends with her vision to act as supporting cast while the two of you act out your lines. cue you being a flustered mess cuz you’re worried about your pronunciation and emotion since hers is so on point, but her eyes sparkle when she hears you trying. you can tell she’s glad you wanted to do this with her.

⌗ some scripts include her singing and it’s just the most beautiful thing. you had heard her once singing la vie en rose in the shower while reading a book and ever since, you’d wished to hear her again.

⌗ “et tu, mon ange..” she cupped your cheek, eyes filled with love for you. “mon étoile.. ma raison de vivre, de tout mon coeur, corps et âme, t’adore tendrement.” / “and you, my angel.. my star.. my reason for living, with all of my heart, body and soul, i adore you dearly.”

⌗ despite it being part of her lines, the script she was following, you had felt every word that was expressed and knew that furina had meant it all.

➫ 𝓝𝗘𝗨𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ similar to navia, he’s very patient with you and not as strict as he looks like he would be. he’s very gentle and sweet about it.

⌗ when you told him you wanted to learn his native language, you could see the slightest hint of elation in his visage. if you were around water, it was bound to twinkle in response to his emotions.

⌗ it was decided that he would teach you as best as he could, and his methods were a little less verbal than the others though. he wanted to teach you the written part to help you with vocabulary and forming sentences. if you had that down, you would have a little more ability and inspiration to respond to him more easily.

⌗ although, he loved reading to you as well, even if it made you a little sleepy. his voice was just so soothing, you couldn’t help yourself when it came to monsieur neuvillette</3

⌗ however he made a point to do this after you guys practiced, since he realized it serenaded you more than it taught you.. but he didn’t mind, you looked so peaceful and adorable<3

⌗ still don’t have the pronunciation down for the very machine he used everyday for trials? he’s got you. “selon le jugement de l’oratrice de mécanique d’analyse cardinale..” yes. yes i did that. no translation needed.

⌗ it made you giggle a little when he said it, him obviously not phased by you asking him to pronounce it — little did he know you just wanted to hear him say it cuz it was silly..

⌗ one day you bring him a book series called ‘fables de fontaine’ — which are in essence, folktales of fontaine, with the intention of reading them with his assistance.

⌗ it made him smile to see you shyly hold up the stack of volumes, but he nodded and sat you down on his lap to read them together, as a means of testing your proficiency.. and maybe- just maybe.. cuz you wanted an excuse to be close with him.

⌗ regardless, he didn’t mind and rather valued the time you shared together since he was the ludex of fontaine — meaning he was often very busy and unavailable</3 so whatever time he got with you, was always and forever cherished by him<3 even if you kind of just maybe.. fell asleep midway while reading.. it just made him chuckle before pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “beaux rêves, mon bijou.” / “sweet dreams, my jewel.”

notes. i had this in my drafts for ages, to any of my french speaking readers — please don’t butcher me :’))) anyway i hope this was okay, little different from what i normally do since i don’t really showcase me writing in other languages cuz it’s more work to add translations — and it’s difficult to stay gender neutral😵‍💫

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[wonderingpanda]

Hallooo!

May I request reader catching the bayboys staring at them? Lovesick, maybe?

I just love the Eugene staring at Rapunzle scene.

Lovesick Stares

Hi! Sorry for not posting in so long, I’ve been really busy the past month. I also want to apologise, there was another Bayverse request in my inbox but I must of accidentally deleted it since I can’t find it anymore. If the person who sent me it wants to re-request it feel free to do so. Now, I decided to not really do headcanons for this one but I wouldn’t call them oneshots either. They’re more like mini-scenarios. Anyway, with that all out the way please enjoy.

Leonardo

I was just in the lair sharpening my katanas when I noticed Y/N sit down next to me. “Mikey becoming too much for you?” “Nah, I’m just tired and don’t feel like skateboarding right now.” They pulled out their phone and began doing something on it but I couldn’t see what. I decided to just focus on my blades since I was losing concentration. After a moment or two I heard the sweet sound of Y/N laughing and turned to see them smiling at some video. I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger for a moment, they were so pretty and calm I couldn’t look away. Y/N must of realised that I had stopped sharpening my swords since they looked over to me curiously. I immediately fixed my eyes on something away from them but I knew it was too late and I’d already been caught. “You do realise you’re staring at mouldy pizza right?” Yup, caught red handed. “Well I mean mouldy pizza can be interesting. Anything can hold a story. You never know this pizza could’ve been through amazing things, lived an incredible life.” “Ah yes an incredible life of slowly dying on a sewer floor.” We laughed together for a moment before Y/N decided to lie their head on my arm and smiled with their eyes glued to their phone. “You know if want to stare at me you can. I do it to you all the time.” “Heh, thanks… wait what?”

Raphael

I swear sometimes my brothers piss me off too much! It was late in the evening and I was beating up a punching bag to let out my rage. I was so focused on hitting the thing that I didn’t realise Y/N had walked in. They leaned against the wall and just looked at me. I stopped what I was doing and turned to face them. “What is it?” “I was just waiting for you to finish up.” “Why? You want to use it?” “I’d appreciate it.” I smirked and stepped aside as Y/N walked up to the punching bag, this was going to be interesting. I was surprised when they began to land pretty tough punches on it. “Wow, who got you so riled up?” They leaned back and rolled their shoulders. “Just an annoying co-worker, don’t worry about it.” They then threw their jacket onto the floor and continued to beat up the punching bag. As they went at it I kept wanting to look at them, their face and arms, eyes, lips… I shook my head and blinked a bit when I saw Y/N staring right back at me. “Is there something you want to tell me or…?” “Uh I think I hear Donnie calling me, I gotta go.” With that, I ran off. All I could do was hope they didn’t read too much into it.

Donatello

I thought it would just be another long night in the lab. I had been spending the night working on a few adjustments to my computers. Some of them were glitching and one had stopped working completely so I was trying to fix them up asap. I figured I’d be alone the whole night since everyone seemed to have already gone to bed but I was proven wrong when I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Agh! Oh Y/N, it’s just you. Wait, Y/N! What are you doing here this late?” “Well I was spending the night studying alone but I got bored, and knowing you I knew you’d still be up and awake in your lab.” “I suppose that makes sense.” I slid my chair to the side slightly and gestured for them to grab the free one I had sitting in the corner. They pulled the chair up next to me and sat down. “Oh, and apologies for not knocking. You didn’t answer before and when I peeked through you seemed so involved in your work that I didn’t want to disturb you too much.” “Not a problem. So, were you wanting to study or join me in my computer repairs.” “I figured I could just study while you do your thing, I was just desperate for some company.” “Understandable. I’ll just get back to this and feel free to ask me if you need any help with your studies.” “Of course. Thank you Donnie.” I grabbed a few of my tools and got back to work as Y/N began researching stuff on their laptop, looking through books and writing notes down. I looked over to them and noticed the way their face scrunched up at certain things, how they seemed so hyper focused on whatever they were typing. They were simply a sight to behold. My thoughts were cut short when Y/N sent me a curious smile. “What?” I figured I must have been staring and gave an awkward laugh, looking away to the computer I was currently fidgeting with. “Nothing.” Soon enough I heard the sound of books closing and felt a heavy weight slump onto my shoulder. “I know I should be heading home right now but I think it’ll be ok if I’m a little late to class tomorrow.” “Goodnight, sleeping beauty.” “Night, turtle boy.”

Michelangelo

I was bored, and I mean really bored. Nothing was happening! Leo and Raph were training together and Donnie was locked up in his lab again. April was busy with Casey, Master Splinter was meditating. I was so close to giving up on everything when a voice filled the air. “Oh guys! Guess what I brought?” I snapped my head around only to find my gorgeous Y/N standing happily with a stack of pizza boxes in their hands. I ran over to them but before I could grab a box they pulled the pizza away from me. “Uh excuse me! You’ll be waiting for your brothers before laying a hand on this pizza.” “Ugh! But everyone else is already busy. I’ll just take a few boxes and be on my way, pretty please?” They gave me a deadpanned look. “Mmm no.” “Well then…” I stepped back and readied myself. “I’ll just have to take it by force.” I lunged at Y/N picking them up and pulling the pizza out of their grasp. “Mikey, put me down!” “Mmm no” “Michelangelo Hamato I swear to god!” They proceeded to grab my face and get close enough to the point their nose touched my snout. “If you don’t put me down safely and hand over that pizza this instant I will beat you up with your own weapons, understood?” I wanted to make some sort of witty comeback but as I looked into their eyes I found myself at a loss for words. I knew they couldn’t really beat me and they knew it too but the determined look on their face was so adorable I wanted to just let them. After a little while I felt something hard flick my forehead. “Ow! What!?” “You zoned out dummy.” “Hey I’m not a dummy! You’re the dummy.” “You sure?” “Uh huh.” “Turn around.” I twisted my head to the side and noticed that all the pizza was gone! I looked back to Y/N only to be met with a fist to the face. But to see their cute face up close it was totally worth it.

I hope this was okay. Again, sorry for not posting in a while. Please have an amazing day/night wherever you are!✨

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[angelmichelangelo]

going to ramble on about that new tv spot we got for tmnt mutant mayhem because i have worms in my brain. and this kinda links in to my post from the other day about turtles vs acceptance so yeah.

so this first screenshot is from the part where mikey asks april if she thinks they’ll be accepted into society (i tried but i couldn’t actually get a good shot where either mikey or donnie weren’t blinking lol)

so here we have mikey at the forefront. we know from other snippets of these scene before, they’re just standing in a line, so however this topic of conversation came to be, it’s mikey that has pushed his way to the front to ask her this, with big round, hopeful eyes like she’s just got to say yes.

and the reaction of the others is interesting too. we have donnie, who’s looking a little wide eyed that mikey would even ask this, like he’s shocked that he was brave enough to ask. i think i’ve mentioned it before but imo i think donnie + mike are the ones that crave that “normal human life” the most — and whilst i think mm is going to give each of them their own reason to want to be part of a normal society, i think don and mike being the youngest, they’re a little more naive to it all. they truly believe that they can just rock up, save the city from bad guys, be hailed hero’s and then sign up for high school the next day.

because look at leo and raph’s reactions. the seem a little more hesitant towards april’s response. raph looks like he knows her answer and is bracing himself for it. leo almost seems like he’s trying to warn her not to respond because he knows how much it’ll hurt his brothers.

and then we get this shot, after april tells them straight up: no.

mikey looks heartbroken. you see the way his body actually just. deflates. rejected. hurt. he physically recoils from this answer. he is definitely going to make me cry in this movie i just know it:(

donnie looks hurt by this too. like he was truly holding out onto some hope that they could be loved and accepted. he’s a little more reserved than mikey here but he’s just as affected by this. i love that he’s kind of almost hiding behind his staff? that’s a nice little touch. i imagine donnie is quite a shy little guy and this is a good example of this.

and then raph! again, if you watch the actual clip he takes one big breath as if to steel himself. perhaps he hadn’t realised what little hope he had built up in his head, but he feels it crashing down on him right here, and he’s mad about that. mad that he can’t have what he wants, and that his brothers can’t have what they want. this is a very Raph reaction but done very well.

and leo. oh leo. again, i think out of all them, leo might be the one that’s less inclined to want to be a part of the human world. he’s anxious and nervous enough about going to get pizza as it is but he looks hurt by this too. because like i said in my post about bayverse turtles wanting a human life with raph: if leo’s brothers wanted to live on the surface amongst everyone else, leo, even if he was content with his life in the sewer, would rather live up there with them, rather than underground without them. he looks away when april tells them that they wouldn’t be accepted. he carries so much of the world on his shoulders oh this boy. he’s gonna make me cry too yall.

anyway feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions on this scene! i’d love to hear ‘em :)

(also. mikey busting it down and the others hyping him up was really funny. they’re such Boys i can’t wait for this movie)

[fountainofrubies]

I love your quirk! - Tamaki x Fem reader 18+

A/N: I adore Tamaki. He is one out of two of my favorite characters of all time. His quirk is wildly hot.

tags/warnings: Explicit sexual content, No protection mentioned, Quirk fun, tentacles,virginity, genital descriptions, She/Her

🍋 You work up the courage to ask Tamaki out. He is always the perfect gentleman. Things take a spicy turn when you eventually visit Tamaki at his place. You work up the courage to ask for a lot more. Feeling touched by how sweet you are to him, Tamaki is willing to deliver everything that you ask for.

It’s been a couple of weeks since you approached Suneater in the street. You know quite a bit about Tamaki, so knowing that he struggles with social anxiety, you had come up with a plan in order to ask him out but also to remove as much stress for him as possible, Your plan to run into him on a day where he was making his usual rounds actually worked out smoothly! When you saw him, you approached him with a smile and you handed him a note, vaguely saying to him, “It’s up to you” as he took it from you. “I really hope that I hear from you though. Have a good one!" you wave as begin to walk away. He looks away, blushing, but removing the need for him to come up with a response suddenly did allow him to release the tension in his body rather easily. He looked at you as he took a smooth and deep breath. As you turned the corner, you fanned yourself with your hand, even though it was rather cool day today. Amused by that, he smiles softly, feeling flattered as he opens the piece of paper.

It read: “Hello Suneater, My name is y/n. I really wanted to talk to you today, but I also know that you have some social anxiety, or so I have heard! Just in case that was true, I didn’t want to spring a sudden interaction on you in public, especially while you’re making rounds. Hopefully, this approach is helpful! I do want to be straight forward though, the reason that I am writing to you is because I am very interested in you. I’d like to go on a date with you even, if you think you might like that. Of course though, all of that's up to you. You can text me if that’s better for you, you can also just throw this away if you’re not interested.. or if you're taken. In that case, I'm sorry. Still, no response required, although I would be ecstatic if you did. :) At the very least, I hope you have a great day and a smooth day at work, handsome hero.” Beneath the message, you wrote your phone number.

Tamaki was thinking to himself as Kirishima jogged up to him, bringing him some yakitori that he just bought. “You gotta try this one, it’s great!” he stated as he handed Tamaki the stick. Tamaki took it from him, holding the note in his left hand. Kirishima eyed the piece of paper curiously, seeing the numbers at the bottom. “Phone number?” he asked with raised eyebrows. After Suneater nodded to him, Kirishima clapped his hands in excitement. “Tamaki! You’ve got yourself a date! Are you going to call her?”

Tamaki answered him, “I think I will. Well, really the note says that I can text if I prefer to. She was really cute..” he said as he opened his phone and typed in your number. In that moment, he felt calm, brave even. He sent a short and sweet message “Well since I’m working right now, I’m quite a bit busy, but I would like to talk to you. Texting works great for me.. So I’ll talk to you in a few hours or so? Thanks for the letter. I really like the way you went about this. It was thoughtful. -Tamaki Amajiki”

He received a text back within a minute or so that read, “I’m so thrilled to hear from you! I’m very much looking forward to that! Thank you! -y/n”

Ever since then, you have both sent texts to each other in your free time. After a few lunch and dinner dates out in public, which you offered, so he could eat whatever he wanted to eat for that day, he invited you back to his place to watch a movie with him.

Now that you’ve arrived, Tamaki welcomes you inside. “Hey Bunny” he says cheerfully, even though his hand trembles slightly as he waves to you. You make your way to sit down on the couch, smiling at him as he joins you. He sits down beside you, holding his arms in his lap, shoulders hunching slightly, looking at you sideways in an attempt to read your body language. He has already kissed you after your last few dates, and his kisses were small, sweet and simple, but he hasn’t touched you much outside of that. He wants to touch you now though.. but he doesn’t know where to or what way would be best.. what places touches are okay for this level of your relationship.. what’s considered more polite as far as places go.. He also wonders if it would be wanted or not. He even worries about the fact that he wants a lot more with you than might be appropriate at this stage in the relationship.. what if that becomes clear and it puts you off!? OR!!! What if he is worrying too much, sitting here like this, looking weird and you move on because he doesn’t seem interested!? Oh no! Now he is very worried, because he’s just frozen here, doing and saying absolutely nothing.

Learning his mannerisms and his habits, you notice his stiffness. He looks stressed, so you reach over and run your fingers up his leg, starting from his knee, ending at the top of his thigh, calling his attention to the sensations. He breathes in sharply but quietly, he peeks over at you, shyly watching you. You always smile at him and touch him softly when he seems nervous. Even when it’s just the touch of your hand on his, like you’ve done on your dinner dates. He doesn’t ever thank you for that specifically or anything, but he really likes that about you, it’s very comforting. You use his leg and the back of the couch to lift yourself so that you can kiss him on his cheek. Flushed, he turns to look at you more directly. You brush his collarbone and his shoulder with your fingertips, making your way back up his shoulder in order to put your hand behind his neck and ease him forward towards you. You kiss him softly. He is holding his breath as he kisses you again, this time slipping his tongue into your mouth. “Mmmm” his voice is deep and sensual. These moments really draw him in, it’s all that he can think about as he focuses on how you feel, how you taste, where you’re touching him. This particular kiss is the deepest one you two have shared thus far, becoming a very passionate kiss, lasting a lot longer than the usual two to three second kisses after your previous dates. After your lips part, he exhales, his breathing rapid. Exhilarating. Grabbing his thick, messy, beautiful hair, you hold him still, pulling his head backwards tenderly as you begin kissing up his jawline repeatedly, stopping at his ear.

“You are delicious, Tamaki.” you whisper softly into his ear. The soft air hitting his ear makes him tense up slightly, he whimpers quietly as he responds by squeezing the wrist of the hand that you’re using to hold his hair. . Breathy, blushing and thinking, he strokes the back of your head, running his fingers softly through your hair. You gush at him, “I really could do this with you all day, I love it when you touch me.” Touching his other cheek gently, you shower the side of his face and his jaw with more short, but soft kisses. Then, you sit back down completely and snuggle in close to him, pulling his arm around you. You begin doodling circles into his chest through the fabric of his hoodie, enjoying the many small affectionate touches that you’re giving him. You get comfortable pretty quickly, he snuggles towards you as well. Holding you close with his arm still, he reaches with his other hand and rests it on your leg, near your knee, petting you with a repetitive motion.

Eventually he gets completely still, as you both check out a few scenes from what you are watching. Some time after that, you hear him breathing deeply. He breathes with such calmness that you know that he has fallen asleep. He does work hard, and he is very active, so you stay still, just enjoying being with him. Maybe in this moment, he is showing you how comfortable he is becoming when he is close to you. These moments are so beautiful for you, after all, Suneater has been your crush ever since he became known as a hero so you feel extremely lucky. You love to soothe him, hold him, be beside him. You adore him, he’s strong, he is inspiring when it comes to how he refuses to let his own personal struggles stop him from doing hero work. As he moves a bit in his sleep, his head rolls slightly backwards. After he repositions himself, still sleeping soundly, he rests the back of his head on the couch behind him. You look up at him, to see if he is awake or not. He isn’t, but as you enjoy the sight of him, he subtly squeezes the couch arm as he moans deliciously, yet softly, grabbing your attention immediately. He mumbles something, so you listen carefully. Whatever he’s saying, it’s too low for you to make it out, but next thing you know, he inhales rigidly and moans your name. Your eyes widen, you can feel arousal prickling you all over your body. Your nipples stiffen, you even feel wetness between your legs. You look down and see his pants pulled tight against his apparently large erection. You want to touch him so badly, but you’re definitely unsure about how he would feel about that, so you decide to wait, especially since it would be the first time you have touched him in such a way.

Instead you get up slightly and lean forward to him. As he moans again, you start softly kissing his neck, with slight suction but plenty of tongue. Hopefully, he won’t mind. As you do so, he moans a bit louder and begins to breathe harder, squirming a bit, as he moves his hips forward smoothly. His response is driving you wild. You lose some of the control you had as you imagine him being inside of you with his big, hard cock. You grab the front of his hoodie, fighting the urge to grab his cock as he squirms and you grip the neck of his hoodie into a handful instead, holding in to his chest. Then, instead of kissing him softly on the neck, you press into his neck roughly, sucking his milky skin quite a bit harder than before. You’re getting sloppy now and you’re also making noises of your own as you eagerly make out with his neck. Your actions stir him awake. He is still moaning as he comes to. Then, he realizes that he just woke up, that you’re kissing his neck deeply.. that he’s so hard.. that his lewd dream was pretty much apparent.. Before he even gets the chance to process any of it, he gasps, worrying about what you might think of him, pulling away from you suddenly in a panic. His blush reaching even his ears now, looking embarrassed and horrified, wide eyed, touching his neck where you were kissing him, trying to hide his boner with the thick hoodie sleeve on his arm. He was not sure what to think. Breathing hard, he rushes his words, “I’m.. I’m sorry!”

Seeing him this way only pulls on your heartstrings though, so you reach towards him and rub his arm, trying to soothe him. “No, no, no, You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s my fault. I mean, yes, you did moan in your sleep while you were dreaming.. but I just want you so badly that I basically jumped all over you. I’m the one who is sorry, Tamaki. I didn’t even know if you’d even want that from me.. I’m sorry.”

Although his mind is racing, you insisting that he didn’t do anything wrong does help. He takes deeper breaths, clearly calming back down. As usual, his mind shuffles through and assesses his every action quickly, criticizing every perceived mistake, almost looking for something to apologize for. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, “if I startled you by reacting like I did.”

You encourage him, “You don’t have to apologize, I mean, maybe it’s just what I think, but you don’t have anything to apologize for. I’m the one that startled you, if anything.”

He bashfully smiles at your kindness towards him, he silently ponders the situation again, but then he looks at you directly as a look of surprise washes over his face. “Wait.. you said.. wait… Okay, okay.. Sorry, but did you just say that you wanted me so badly that you just jumped all over me?” he asks, eyes wide again, but looking deeply curious. He’s obviously interested in discussing this further. He’s waiting patiently for your answer.

You blush quite a bit yourself, “Um.. y-yes, Tamaki,” you stammer just a bit, “that’s how I feel about you. I mean, I do want you, I want you so badly.. I love everything about you.. being with you.. the way your kisses taste.. the way you feel in my arms..”, you grab his hand, rubbing it with your thumb, “I think about it all the time now. I mean, I wouldn’t ever want you to feel rushed. That’s important to me.. but yeah, I feel hot just thinking about being with you.. in that way, even right now. I’d give you all of me.. right now, if you wanted it.”

With a blush filled face, he admits his thoughts and feelings, “I want you too, Bunny. I can’t believe I’m saying it out loud to you though..” He tugs at his hoodie around his neck. “I feel really hot too..” He blinks, looking at you with timidly innocent eyes. He’s so gorgeous. You move towards him slowly, and he watches your hands carefully as you begin to lift his hoodie, raising his arms as you take it off of him. You hold the back of his elf-like ear in your hand and lick it softly around the edge, from it’s lobe to it’s pointed tip. You pull it forward, very gently, so that you can press your kiss into it with more pressure. After you twirl your tongue around on different parts of his ear, you begin to kiss his neck, trying to give him as much pleasure from the act as possible. As for Tamaki, he just keeps breathing faster, the exhilaration he is experiencing is clouding his mind. It’s like he’s forgetting to be nervous in this moment. His hands begin to roam. With one, he grabs your waist, then, with his other hand, he runs his fingers up your leg, stopping at your outer thigh. He is watching you closely and you run your fingers down his stomach, then reaching down in between his legs. The anticipation is filling him up. He squeezes your thigh without thinking as he braces himself the second your hand spills into his lap. He whimpers and whines immediately as you firmly rub his throbbing erection through his pants. He’s big. Watching him bite his lip and whine like this is enough to drive you crazy. You begin to undo his belt, but before you unbutton his pants, you look at his face. Still breathing hard, he looks at you passionately, blushing. “If you want to, I’m not going to stop you.. I mean, if you want me, you can have me….”

You remove his pants, with his help. You pull his T-shirt off of him as well, exposing his skin. His cheeks are still light pink, and he is rather tense, but he is very much aroused. You push him back down into a seated position in a very flirty way and then you begin to remove your clothes as well. He looks into your eyes for only a couple of seconds at a time while you’re undressing. You sink down to your knees in front of him, tuning the tips of your fingers up his thigh as you reach forward toward his hard cock. Watching him watch you as he breathes heavily, you lick his cock from the base to the tip, while it throbs in your hand. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. He arches a bit and moans your name. A drop of precum is pooled up at his slit. It begins to run down the side after a few more licks and kisses, you lick upwards again, this time licking up the precum that was running down the side of his shaft. You suck on the end of his dick, alternating between mild to moderate pressure. His hands grab the couch roughly, squeezing the handfuls with intensity. He groans, looking up towards the ceiling. He is trembling now as he moans breathily, “That feels so good, bunny, so good..” he gas ps, “so good. Ohhh you have no idea how good that feels.” He moans softly every time you lick, kiss or swirl your tongue around the head of his dick. It makes a popping sound as you pull him out of your mouth. You love hearing him moan so much, he hasn’t been holding back. You stand up, looking at him.

“Tamaki, please, make love to me…” you say while you are touching your body softly, dragging your hands from your stomach up to your breasts. He processes what you just asked of him and it doesn’t take him long to nod and begin to move. As he stands up, he grabs your hand politely and then he pulls you a few feet to the left of the couch and steps off of the small platform that the couch sits on. With one foot still on it, he pulls you toward him, picking up your leg to place it over his, helping you climb up onto him.

Tamaki’s body moves fluidly as he lifts you up and props you up temporarily on his raised leg. He wastes no time as he begins to guide his length inside of you. He slips right in at first, your hot wetness surrounding the head of his dick. He moans softly, biting his lip as you take his inches in. You moan as you work yourself down his shaft until you are sitting on him, facing him, in his arms. When he pushes into you the rest of the way and gets completely inside, he moans louder than you have heard him moan before, making you want to fuck him hard. The way he embraces you however, is delicate and smooth and he sets the tone pretty quickly. He very gently holds you as he moves his hips slowly forward while firmly pulling on your shoulders so that he can push himself deeper into you as he moves. He grips you and holds you still as he slowly pulls back out, grunting softly with his strokes. After ten or so pumps, he holds you still as he pulls out halfway. He rests his forehead on your collarbone and groans breathily. He pauses, breathing a little less heavily with each breath he exhales. You run your fingers through his hair and engage your core, humping him deeply. He grabs your thigh and breathes hard as he whispers “No, wait.. please..”

You express your concern. “Tamaki? Everything okay?”

He looks at you, you see a flash of nervousness for a split second, and then he just stares at you, slightly slack jawed, blushing, not moving much at all. You can see the gears turning in his head, he’s thinking and it looks like he’s consumed by anxious thoughts. You continue, “Tamaki, it’s okay”, you coo. “You can tell me whatever you need to tell me or ask for whatever you might be wanting.”

He smiles weakly, and seems to be debating whether or not he wants to say it, but finally, he says “I don’t want this to end right now. I want it to last for a little while longer..” He pauses and takes a deep breath. “It’s my first time really.”

The moment quickly becomes all the more precious and special. You had no idea that you were his first. You touch his face by cupping his cheek in your hand and smile at him as you inform him warmly “Do this however you want to do this, Amajiki. You feel amazing. I just want to be with you and I’m loving every second of this.” You kiss him sweetly, feeling the softness of his lips, gently pressing and pulling yours all at once. “You are perfect.”

Now he is the one touching your face, looking relieved. He looks as if he is very touched by what you’ve said. He says “After this, I’m going to give you everything that you could possibly want from me, exactly the way that you want it too.” He looks at you seductively, clearly turned on by what you two are doing and how you are treating him. He kisses you deeply, moaning and whining softly as he continues the kiss. His right hand touches your neck, his left arm still holding you, he kisses your neck and your collarbone. “I’ll give you everything.” he whispers. He holds you in place and begins to slowly move in and out of you, moaning louder as he reaches into your depth with his throbbing dick. You feel him moving against your inner walls, every stroke reaches far inside of you and he reangles himself every time he pushes in again. Every few pumps, he pauses for a short break, breathing heavily, clearly fighting the quickly approaching orgasm. During these short breaks, he kisses you and his kisses only grow more sloppy and wet. He kisses all over your cheek and neck when he’s not reaching into your mouth with his tongue. He whines as he takes longer and slower strokes, “You feel so good.. you feel amazing..” He moans deeply, but softly as he breathily admits. Ehhnn Ahh mmm.. He looks at you with eyes half closed, wincing as he pushes inside again with a struggling moan. He pulls out halfway and pushes in faster. “Oh!” He pulls out quickly and rushes in again, “AH!” The sound of his moans becoming stronger and louder. He is breathing hard and he moans urgently as he suddenly begins to thrust as fast as he can, squeezing your hips hard. He can only manage a single word at this point “Coming!”, he moans as his muscles go rigid and he begins to smack into you quickly. “Coming!” he repeats shakily as he begins to spasm, pressing his mouth against your neck as he moans loudly, pulling you down hard onto his cock as his movements become short, greedy and explosive. His moans are a sweet, deep, muffled sound. He continues to hold you gently but firmly as he continues to breathe deeply, showering your neck with hot air. He instinctively moves just a bit while inside you, but it becomes apparent to him that he is too sensitive to do much more of that for the time being. He pulls out of you and grabs your legs in a way that makes you easier to carry and he carries you to the bed to lay down on top of you, holding himself up as he looks deep into your eyes. He seems to be enjoying being close to you, silently looking at your face carefully. He smiles when his eyes meet yours and he blushes slightly. He goes to look away like usual, but stops himself, even though he feels blood rush to his face.

You kiss him passionately, lightly caressing his body. His muscles are tight and well defined, his skin smooth and creamy. He breathes deeply and exhales as you give him goosebumps with the sensations you are giving him. You feel the urge to shower him with kindness and care. You encourage him, “Rest for a little bit, Tamaki. When you’re ready, we can definitely continue.” You pull him closer, laying him down on top of you, guiding his head and to rest on your chest. He complies with no resistance, you feel wrapped up in his company. He’s heavier than he looks like he would be, but you don’t mind that. You stroke his hair and lightly drag your fingernails across his back and massage his shoulder and neck muscles with small squeezes. He relaxes and makes satisfied noises as you touch him. You say to him lovingly, “That’s it, relax. Just like this.” As you stroke his hair and pet him, he drifts off into a brief sleep, snoring slightly every now and then. You drift off too.

———

Tamaki is looking at you when you wake. You stirred as you opened your eyes, and then you yawned. It woke him up. He smiles as he looks up at you and speaks softly “I love being with you.” He’s delightfully cute. He gets up and goes to use the restroom, coming back with thin, black, loose fitting pants on.

When he returns, Tamaki runs his fingers up your calf muscle and your thigh, grabbing you firmly where your thigh meets your hip. With his other hand, he gently rubs your stomach as he travels down, stopping just shy of your pussy. His eyes look unsure as he asks you, “Is this okay?”

“Oh yes!” you instantly reply, “Yes, yes.” you whisper, so he moves the rest of the way to run his fingers over the outside of your pussy lips. He cups it with his hand, applying pressure and he rubs it in a circle as you gyrate your hips, your chest rising and falling due to your large breaths. Then, he bends down and opens his lips as he reaches forward and kisses your pussy, using his tongue to part your lips. He pulls it open with his other hand and he flicks his tongue on your clit, sending continual ripples of pleasure through your body. He moans softly as he licks faster and faster. You grab his hand that is holding your thigh and pull it until his arm is extended and you place it on your breast. His tongue moves sideways a few times and then swirls around your clit. His hand squeezes your breast and he whines, his hot breath caressing your sensitive opening. You tremble, wanting to pull his face back into your warm center roughly, but instead you squirm and whisper to him “Amajiki. I want you..”

He raises himself to look into your eyes and smirks at you. “You’ll have me alright. Is there anything in particular that I can do to please you?” he asks shyly but seriously. “Now it’s your turn to tell me what it is that you want.”

You’re breathing hard now, wondering how Tamaki will react but getting turned on more and more at the very thought of it, so you ask him for what I want. “Your quirk, Tamaki. Will you.. or do you want to use it on me?”

Tamaki looked surprised, a little confused but he still put in the effort to look warm and kind towards you. His blushing cheeks revealed his nervousness. He answered surely, “Of course I want to.. I’ve thought about it.. but are you sure that you would like that? Some say it’s.. some say I look like a freak.. or that I’m gross..”

You answer immediately and reassuringly, “Tamaki, I have been masturbating to the idea of you fucking me and using your quirk on me ever since I found out who you are and even more so ever since I met you. Daily even.. Literally this entire time.. I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable, but oh yes baby,” you say in a sexy voice, “if you’ll give it to me, I would love it.. I want it bad.”

He blushes slightly again but is already moving towards you to kiss you. You feel his arms trembling slightly. You look at him to check on him when you notice he’s trembling, but he sees your concern. “Yes, I’m shaking, and I am nervous,” he admits, “my heart is beating so fast… but don’t you worry about that right now. I really want this with you. I would love to do this to you. I honestly can’t believe that I’m about to do it though.” he laughs nervously. He offers you a choice, “Bunny, would you like me to get you some options, I have all sorts of food here. Do you know what you want?”

I laugh and look at him, flirting as I kiss him and bite his lower lip, not too hard, just a bit. “No baby, just give me your daily special. I want to see what you felt like having today.” You rub your breasts, kneading them with your hands for his viewing pleasure.

Tamaki looks at what you’re doing and as he gets closer to your face, he makes eye contact with you. He runs his tongue across the bottom of his teeth and then begins to stares at you, blank faced, but intrigued. Him looking at you this way feels intense, usually he’s the one blushing this hard.. He blinks slowly, tilting his head slightly to the right while maintaining his eye contact with you. He watches your face, as his mouth slowly stretches into a smirk. You feel tentacles lightly touching and crawling up your midsection, moving up towards your breasts, lightly stimulating your sensitive skin, grabbing onto your skin here and there but letting go soon after. You gasp, while looking at Tamaki, who is biting his lower lip, savoring your facial expression. He whispers a breathy “Yes”, his voice deep and sexy. Full of passion, he grabs hold of you with his other hand, squeezing your shoulder. He continues on to whisper to you, “Is this what you want?” His lips part into a smile that reveals a glimpse of his white teeth as you answer him with a passionate yes. A wing suddenly stretches out from his back and reaches towards the ceiling, only to gracefully fold back down towards you, reaching for you. He strokes you with it’s feathers in one long and smooth motion, softly caressing the left side of your face, the left side of your neck, your breast, your ribs, your stomach and then your hips. You gasp as the sensation tickles you and makes you feel even hotter.

You feel his cock pulsing through his thin pants as you grope him, he takes a sudden and deep breath. You immediately beg him for the rest of your fantasy. “Suneater, I have a request. Please baby, oh please.” He raises an eyebrow at you, looking oddly confident, regardless of his obvious blushing. You can’t help it, you’re breathing hard now. “The cape, the hood, the purple mask. Wear it, baby, please, please, pleeease.” you plead.

Tamaki answers, “Sure, you don’t have to beg me. Wear just that?” His eyes look around nervously and then come back to you, he smirks bashfully as he sees you shaking your head yes urgently. “Okay.” He agrees simply, still speaking softly. He returns, as agreed, wearing the same loose pants, his hooded cape and his mask.

“You are so fucking, hot, Tamaki.” You say, your nipples erect, your skin flushed and your breasts rising and falling as you breathe deep, rigid breaths. “Oh yes, Suneater, bring that hard cock here.”

He bashfully approaches you, pulling his cape around himself and wrapping himself up for a moment, soothing himself with its embrace. He lets it go and it falls back into place, revealing his abs as he laughs, rubbing the back of his head in his hood. He looks shy, but he is also clearly excited, his long cock is obviously stiff. You sit up and move yourself to the edge of his bed, making quick work of accessing his cock. You pull it out and let it go, briefly leaving it resting and pointing straight at you. You lick the underside of the head of his dick and suck it eagerly. He rolls his head back and exhales after taking in a long, slow breath. You swirl your tongue around the head, he reaches for your hair but stops before touching you, rethinking the act. You grab his hand and guide it down the side of your head, the side of your face, down your neck and rest it on your breast. “I’m yours to touch however you want, Suneater. At any time too.”

Tamaki jokes coyly with you, “I’m beginning to think you really have a thing for me.” He smiles, as if he almost doesn’t believe it, but as if he really loves that for whatever reason. You seem to want all of him, and badly. “If this is how you’re going to treat me.. You're just.. incredible.”, he says, touching your face. He begins to stretch more tentacles towards you, touching your breasts and your shoulders and your back, using suction cups in seemingly random areas on your skin and breasts. He’s running his fingers through your hair with his other hand as you begin to suck the end of his hard cock continuously, twisting it at the base with a moderately tight grip. He moans, pushing into your mouth slightly, but then stops his hips, not wanting to gag you. You pick up one of his tentacles, he lets you move it with no resistance as the others continue to play with you. You press the tentacle’s suction cups against the side of his cock.

You look up at him, nearly drooling, “Give it some suction, babe.” When he does, you pull his cock to the upwards and to the side using the tentacle. You pull it as far as it will go, holding his tentacle and then he lets go of the suction, letting his cock bounce as it falls back down. He’s biting his lip, faintly whining. You purr, “Oh, I like that. These are fucking hot.”

“If you liked that, then you’ll love this.” Tamaki stretches one of the tentacles that’s touching your back around the other side of you and uses it to very slowly twirl around his cock, moving parallel with the tentacle you were holding until they twist a round and cover his dick, reminding you of some sort of spiraled cocoon. His breath hitches as he begins to feel the sensations. He’s activating the suction cups in waves, which becomes obvious as you watch the back of the tentacles tense up ever so slightly where he uses the muscles and then relax as he lets go of whichever ones he has activated. They ripple upwards and then downwards. His control is impressive, but watching him massage his cock this way, it’s mouthwatering. He is moaning slightly, as another one of the tentacles grows and stretches toward his face. He brings it to his mouth, bending it backwards, and he licks one of the larger suction cups to wet it with saliva. “Mmmmm” he nearly growls, as he latches that same suction cup onto your nipple.

Another tentacle wraps around your waist and continues down, reaching towards your pussy. He dips it inside of you, just enough to wet the little suckers on the very end and uses them to latch on to your clit and the sensitive skin right around it. He smoothly applies and relieves pressure in waves with them too as he unwraps his cock with the two tentacles that were hugging it. They reach for me as well. As the last two tentacles grip each one of my thighs, the one around my waist twists around, growing in thickness and it tightens as I am lifted up into the air. He brings me toward himself until we are nose to nose. I look into his eyes through his purple mask and grab at him as I reach for something to cling on to. You whimper as he stimulates your clit, sucking and moving the tip of that tentacle in a small circle while it stays firmly attached. Your nipple is still being sucked and tugged, and Tamaki positions you perfectly so that he can begin to push his cock deeply inside you. He grunts repeatedly and moans as he pushes into you. At this point, you’re desperate to have him, you scramble to hold on to his shoulders, nearly screaming your moans as he pushes deeper into you while tugging and massaging your clit. You’re tightening your grip as you begin trying your hardest to hump, trying your best to get more of him inside of you as he slowly pushes back into you, his cock just past the halfway point. He notices how desperate you are to get him inside of you, so he pushes the rest in roughly, making you scream his name whilst moaning. You begin humping him so desperately and quickly that you can barely catch your breath. He looks at you, assessing you, looking like a hero on a mission. Tamaki’s face, when he looks serious, makes me wet on a regular day. Im positively dripping now. He smirks, “I see what you want. I’m going to fuck you nice and hard. As a matter of fact, tell me that I’m right.”, he says as he gets as close to your face as he can without kissing you, remembering clearly how you encouraged him to be open and how you catered to his every desire when he wanted to take it slow and savor being inside of you his first time. He roughly pushes into you suddenly again as you gasp and moan loudly. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” he asks, almost hissing through gritted teeth as he begins to roughly pump his cock into you repeatedly.

You moan wildly, “Yes! Yes! Tamaki! Fuck me! Yes!” Your words seem wet and desperate. You squeeze his shoulders as hard as you can as he drills you, “Yes! Oh please! Don’t stop!” you scream as you begin to bounce. His tentacles hold strong as he thrusts into you with force. They give only an inch or two each time his body smacks into you. His moans are throaty and dripping with sex appeal. You feel pressure growing quickly, you begin to tingle. An orgasm is coming.

He is moaning repeatedly as he thrusts. His tentacles all move in unison, each having their own jobs. He leans you back, stretching an extra tentacle forward from his thumb to wrap around your shoulders and upper back, supporting you as he lays you back in the air. He is still drilling into me, “Ahhh, ahhh, hnggh, ah, uhhh.” He’s very vocal, when he’s giving you everything he’s got like this. He grabs your hip with his free hand, squeezing it as he thrusts, moving the tentacle attached to your clit in a circular motion. You tense up, shaking, as you begin to climax. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Tamaki! Yes!”

As you shake uncontrollably, bucking your hips desperately, he thrusts into your harder. As he speaks, he moans and whines in between some of his words, “I can feel it.. ahh! You’re… you’re squeezing me!” He thrusts harder. “You’re gonna.. you’re gonna make me come!” He begins to thrust sloppily, diving into you over and over again with intensity and vigor. “Yes! I’m coming!” He begins to spasm, slapping into you again, losing his rhythm but penetrating you over and over again, as fast as he humanly can. His voice breaks, he lets go. Now he is trembling too, riding out his orgasm. He slowly stops afterwards. He puts you back down on his bed, unwinding the tentacles as he brings them back in. He sits down beside you, moving his cape out from under him and leans forward to kiss you. His tongue dances in your mouth, still moaning lightly.

He blushes as he begins to speak to you. “Umm.. you know, I could work on anything that I need to improve if you.. need certain things when we are together. I could get better.. I hope that you enjoyed your- well, actually how was it for you? Was it like you had hoped?” He hangs his head and then raises it again. “I’m sorry, I told myself I wasn’t going to do this. Rambling.. after everything we just-“

You stop him by putting your finger on his lips. He quiets down, looking up at your eyes. “You were amazing Tamaki. It was everything and more that I dreamt of.

Tamaki stammered, “It.. it.. didn’t last as long as I wanted it to.”

You stop him again, “Not important. I want to be with you Tamaki. You’ll last longer and longer naturally. You’re looking for negatives, that’s just your habit, babe. For me, there were none. I see you as nothing but incredible. You are the powerful Suneater. You will always be amazing.” You kiss him deeply, pulling his hood to pull him even closer to you as you press into the kiss passionately. “I love you Tamaki.”

He blushes again, looking down bashfully. As he looks back up in your eyes again, he replies, “I love you too, Bunny.”

[marimayscarlett]

This is a FREE pass to deep dive into ANY of your favorite thing(s) about Mr. Zee Kay!!! I wanna hear EVERYTHING about your favorite thing, I love seeing your deep dives and essays on the most important subject to exist ❤️

❗ CAUTION. LONG-ISH POST AHEAD. ❗

Hi! First of all:

Kissies for you for sending me this ask, thank you so much! This has been sitting in my inbox for a while now since it took me ages to decide what this post should be about. I didn't want to make yet another fashion/stage outfit/etc post, so I decided to do something different with it.

I decided this will be a long ass post about Richard's outspokenness and honesty in interviews and some of my favourite quotes/topics he spoke about in the past. This man has A LOT to say and sometimes is brutally honest with his answers. You ask him how he's doing or what he thinks about XYZ? Prepare for a lengthy and detailed reply. You ask him something silly or boring? Be prepared he quite actually reacts quite directly on it.

This list will be sorted by three topics: 1. Quotes regarding work with Rammstein, Emigrate and in general, 2. Quotes about his personal life and finally, 3. Unhinged shit Richard says since this man sometimes has no filter.

All interviews will be linked, german quotes are translated into english. Prepare yourself, this will be long and self-indulgend and I'm probably the only person who's really interested in this stuff but i don't CARE, I love reading about and listening to this man and I'll use this post to my liking thanks to this lovely, lovely anon 💞 Let's get started 👀🤍

Richard on working with Rammstein and Emigrate and music in general

In this interview, Richard talks about being put into the right wing corner by the german media and how hard it is for him and the band: "You want to shout it out loud and convince people otherwise, only to find that nobody listens because nobody wants to know. They want you in this corner. That was very disillusioning."

Here he gives an example for his immeasurable perfectionism and how he tries to protect himself from it: "I spent a lot of time recording guitars over and over again. I ended up giving my guitar engineer the key to the locker where my guitar cabinets are and told him “Do not give me this key back”,  otherwise I would have still been in there recording guitars right now.

In the same interview, he also gives an example how the whole Mutter problem came into play: "So if I’d come up with 45 ideas, then others in the band may feel they’d have to come up with 45 ideas as well. There was lot of pressure going on within Rammstein because of that."

Here Richard talks about how he, back in the GDR days, wandered from peer group to peer group to find his style: "I've always been bored of sticking with just one group of people. The metalheads got drunk too often. So I moved on - and I found that refreshing - to the punks …" Interviewer: … who didn't drink any less. "No, exactly. And they were also dirtier (laughs). Then I was with the bluesmen, and they always went to these blues fairs. And because they also drank a lot, they could sleep well, whereas I, who didn't drink, always woke up at three in the morning because I was so cold - we only had these thin cotton sleeping bags."

Richard on the amount of hours which go in one song of his [interview]: "At some point, I calculated that it takes me about 1000 hours on average for a song to reach the listener. But I don't want to think too much about the time involved. That would just be frustrating."

On his relationship with Flake and that he would be the one member of the band Richard would play an Emigrate album as a test run to [interview]: "Although someone like Flake would probably be very open to that. We have a lot of respect for each other and are in a lively exchange. For example, I regularly listen to his radio show - and call him afterwards to ask him what weird stuff he's been saying. (laughs)"

2. Richard on his personal life

In my alltime favourite podcast with Richard, he admist to seemingly being a quite difficult person to live with (apparently, only his daughter is able to and is relaxed enough to bring him inner peace). He hates talking in the morning, needs time for himself with no talking and reflect on things and sometimes is afraid/annoyed that he has to explain himself to others (since other people tend to take offense because of this). This is one of the reasons why he definitely can't imagine living together with a girlfriend again.

Here he talks about the evolution of friendship with Till: Intervier: How has your friendship changed over more than 30 years? Richard: "Well, as it goes in life: Unfortunately, there's never a happy ending. You should only meet friends once or twice a month. It's unnatural for men to be extremely close for decades. At some point you want to be left alone." Interviewer: You two are more like colleagues these days? Richard: "Sounds stupid, but that's kind of how it is. But I still have a basic trust: If anything happens, I know I can call Till and he'll be there, just like the others."

Here Richard admits to his immense moodiness at times: "I am a very moody person, my mood sometimes changes by the hour."

Why he likes western movies so much [interview]: "It might sound strange, but I have really early childhood memories of my father watching these cowboy movies and falling asleep… that ended up being part of my upbringing somehow."

And his fond memory of the wild times with Till after the wall came down [interview]: "Because at that time, in every house there was a techno or rave party, and we would go there, and 7 in the morning, he would bring his daughter to school, and then come back and we would stay there into the daytime, and dance to these electric beats — I mean, can you imagine us dancing like that?"

How he answers to a fan question in which movie/show he'd like to be a part of (musically or in general) [article]: "I would have loved to have been in Game of Thrones. I really love fantasy worlds, you know? Also Westworld."

3. Welcome to the unhinged RZK corner aka "Shit RZK says":

In this interview, he describes his relationship with music like this: "I believe the music itself must be the king, but I want to be the queen." Alrighty then 👀

Just overall this conversation with him thinking about filming himself having sex [interview]:

The Gauntlet: Do you always have that funny smile during sex? [regarding the Pussy MV]

Richard: "I actually never watched myself but you have a point. I really should watch myself or videotape it. I never really...I can do it. I did that a long time ago but every girl is different. Do I really smile? Sometimes I guess, I will have to check that out. You really have me thinking on that one."

This man seemingly tried every therapy under the sun, which is good, but this one left me a bit speechless [interview]: "I always had the feeling that I was a king without a nation. That was always in my head and I once did reincarnation therapy and experienced this life. It was really interesting and this song came out of that [song: Born on my own].

Here he admits to throwing a guitar at Lemmy Kilmister: "It was the third time a roadie had given me an out-of-tune guitar. So I threw it at him. Unfortunately, Lemmy was standing there watching the show from the side of the stage. But I didn't know that, I just saw Lemmy disappear. That was very embarrassing for me."

Or he throws his credits cards at sales women (how about some anger management my guy): "The last time I was there [New York], I wanted to pay for a coffee in a café with a hundred dollar bill. But not because I wanted to be a big shot, but because I just had this one bill in my pocket. The sales woman hissed at me and threw the bill back over the counter. I just thought: She's out of her mind. I then threw my credit card at her. I was really angry."

If you made it to the end of this post, I really applaud you and apologize for my rambling yet again 🙏 I could go on and on (I didn't even started with quoting the video interviews), but I think since I'm the only one who's into this, I stop right here 😅 Have some smiley Richard as a reward 🍀

[princessbrunette]

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[judasofsuburbia]

11 + 22 with steddie? please emily god of smut that rips my heart to shreds and carefully puts it back together again <3

hehehe hi lou!! thank u for ur request<3 hope u enjoy these silly lil men

11. Louder. Let me hear you.

22. Show me how much you need me.

cw: phone sex. word count: 1096. pairing: steve and eddie.

“Hello?” Steve answers the phone groggily. 

“Fuck, did I wake you?” Eddie winces.

Steve hums, rubbing his eyes and sitting up more in bed. “S’okay, baby. Went to bed early tonight.”

“Now I feel like even more of an asshole,” Eddie laughs pitifully.

“Don’t. Wanna talk to you,” Steve answers. 

“You sure?”

“Mhm. What’s on your mind?”

Eddie exhales. “Uh, quite a lot.”

“Tell me.”

“I don’t think you’re awake enough for this conversation.”

Steve’s eyes truly open at those words. “W-what? What’s going on?”

Eddie chokes and scrambles over his next sentence. “God, no, nothing bad, darling, I’m sorry, I just‒it’s funny really, it’s so unimportant and now you’re even more awake because I scared you when I’m literally just calling because I’m so hard I can barely think straight.”

Steve’s gut tightens at his words. They’ve never done this before. Eddie is on tour with his band, a small contract to a few neighboring states. If it goes well, they could add on more dates. Steve’s really proud of him and wished he could go but there’s no way he could ask for that much time off of work.

Steve did miss him though. Badly. 

“Oh?” Steve teases, clearing his throat. “Can’t even think straight?”

Eddie makes a desperate noise that shoots down Steve’s spine. “No. I’m going crazy over here.”

“Needed my voice to get off?”

“Please.”

“Okay,” Steve adjusts himself on the bed, spreading his legs because now Eddie’s got him interested as well. “Were you thinking about me?”

Eddie sighs, petulant. “Yes, of course, I was.”

“Didn’t want to assume,” Steve retorts.

“Darling.”

“Right,” Steve says. “Thinking about anything in particular? Any memories stashed away?”

He can hear Eddie swallow. 

“I kept thinking about…this is embarrassing, Jesus Christ, um. The summer you lifeguarded at the pool? You…saved Gareth from drowning one day. Do you even remember that?”

Steve racks his brain. His eyebrows shoot up and he lets out a small laugh. “You got hard over me and Gareth?”

Eddie groans. “No, not that. Never, ever repeat this to him. I was thinking about the red trunks you were wearing. How the sun made your muscles all…shiny as you carried him out. Please feel free to stop me at any time.”

“I didn’t realize I had fans,” Steve teases. 

“Please, you had everyone’s tongues hanging out of their mouth that summer.”

“Did you wish it was you?” Steve asks.

“What?”

Steve's voice is husky as he says, “Did you wish it was you being saved? How I would’ve dived into the water, pulled you to my chest, and scooped you right up? Lay you out on the emergency board and hover over you? Put my hands on your chest and blow into your mouth?”

He hears Eddie’s breath hitch and a zipper being undone.

“Touching yourself?” Steve asks.

Eddie huffs. “Y-yeah. Fuck, yeah. Wish it was me.”

“Would you have kissed me back then?” 

“I sure would have tried,” Eddie laughs weakly.

Steve smiles and slips his hand into his boxers. He’s slow with getting himself off, wanting to make this last until Eddie was done. He didn’t realize how hot it would be to hear his boyfriend panting over the phone, crackly but just as desperate.

“Those shorts were tight, huh?” Steve ponders. 

Eddie whines. “You have no idea how good you looked in them. I have never been to the pool more times in my life than that god-forsaken summer.”

“Wish I’d known you back then,” Steve sighs dreamily. “I could have taken you to the infirmary room and locked the door.”

“S-Steve,” Eddie pants.

“Stroked your hair until you felt better. Checked your body for injuries. Maybe ask you to lower your trunks. You would’ve loved that, wouldn’t you, baby?”

Eddie moans quietly and huffs out a “Yes.”

“You would’ve been hard for me already from my hands all over you. I’d look up at you from the floor and lean my head forward. Taken your tip into my mouth, run my tongue all around‒” Steve cuts himself off with a moan as his hand squeezes his cock. 

“Would you have told me to be quiet?” Eddie whimpers.

“Oh, absolutely. Can’t have us getting interrupted now, can we? For right now though…louder. Let me hear you.”

Eddie groans loud and deeply. Steve’s hips buck up into his fist at the sound. 

“You’d just be squirming under me, yeah? Clutching the bed and biting your cute pink lips until they bled. I’d taken you deeper and deeper, making sure you feel cared for. Serving mankind or whatever the lifeguard’s oath says.”

Eddie laughs at Steve’s stupid joke but it slowly turns into a moan. “Miss your mouth.”

“I’m sure you do,” Steve grunts. “I miss your cock, baby.”

Eddie lets out a strangled noise that vibrates Steve’s skin. He can almost hear the slick sounds of Eddie’s hand stroking his cock. How he wishes he could watch it happen. 

“Getting close?”

“Mhm. Keep talking.”

“Being the first cock I’ve ever sucked, I definitely would’ve taken you too deep. Choked on you. Gagged around you. You’d be so scared for me but I would just keep going. Sucking you down, down, down.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Eddie moans.

“Put your hands in my hair, make you grab onto me, guide me to whatever pace you needed.”

“Steve,” Eddie pleas. 

“You need me bad, huh?” Steve smirks.

“So bad. Always need you.”

“Show me how much you need me. Come for me.”

Eddie does, speeding up his motions until he releases, groaning Steve’s name all the while. Steve bucks his head back into the pillows and comes with a long moan himself. There are no words over the line for a long while. Just the boyfriends' labored breathing as they came down from their highs. 

“Feel free to wake me up for that any time,” Steve jokes breathlessly.

Eddie chuckles with a long sigh. “That was so hot. Why haven’t we been doing this the whole time?”

“We can certainly start,” Steve grins. “Especially if you got some treasure chest of Steve memories you want to cycle through.”

“I’m not gonna live this one down, am I?”

“Wonder if I have those trunks somewhere.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“You love me.”

“Crime of passion.”

“Me in my little shorts. Saving lives with the sun‒what did you say‒shining off my muscles.” Steve can practically hear the eye roll from the other side. 

“I miss you,” Eddie whispers after a few moments. 

“I miss you so much,” Steve whispers back. “Only a couple more weeks.”

“Stay on the phone with me while I sleep?”

Steve’s heart aches. “Of course, baby.”

come request a smutty prompt to silence the horrors for a minute&lt;3

[skyenish]

I love the personality swap au you made! If you’re open to sharing I’d like to hear what it’s like in Pomefiore. No pressure though.

Thanks for asking! I apologize for taking so long, but here’s my answer.

I know it looks kind of rough but I barely time to draw. Maybe I’ll come back later and clean it up/color it in when I don’t have like 12 tests waiting for me the coming week.

I have to admit that Pomefiore is a bit of an enigma for me, since I’m pretty sure we don’t know much from Rook’s backstory besides ‘has siblings’ and ‘is rich’. Honestly, Rook in general is an enigma to me. So while I haven’t figured out all the finer details, I do have the outlines of what Pomefiore’s personalities will be.

(In this AU the Housewardens and Vice Housewardens switched personalities)

Vil is an eccentric, sociable fellow. He’s very honest and blunt, and very expressive with his emotions, but his dormmates know he generally means well. He’s very flamboyant and extra, the definition of a theatre kid, and sometimes calls people ‘Kartoffel’ (German for potato). He’s still an actor, but he doesn’t mind getting typecast as a villain, be thinks it’s an opportunity for him to explore another part of his own beauty. Vil is the Housewarden of Pomefiore, and he brought a lot of freedom to the dorm. He thinks that people should be free to express their beauty however they want, though he does personally prefer some types of beauty over others. Vil’s a very smart guy, he’s very perceptive and picks up on almost anything, which can make him a little scary at times.

Rook is now more focused on maintaining his carefully crafted beauty to ensure he's as sharp as ever. He can’t afford to slack off as a hunter after all. Rook thinks there’s beauty in everything, but to get to that beauty one must work hard, thus he’s hard on people- he wants everyone to become their most beautiful self, but they’ll have to grind for it. He’s confident and values hard work above all. Rook is now more of a perfectionist. He is calm and collected, almost never loses his cool, and very strict. He and Trey are both in the science club, which is now much more serious and no longer nicknamed ‘the everything club’. The club is moreso aimed at really studious students, who are generally intelligent and hard working, or have an interest in science. Rook still respects his housewarden a lot, and puts a lot of trust in him, even though he acknowledges that Vil can be a strange one.

Now, as for redesigns. Since Pomefiore uses fashion and looks as a way of self expression, I had to change some things about their designs to reflect their new personalities, though I didn’t change much. Rook wears his hair in a neat bun, not a hair is out of place- he can’t have hair in his face when he’s hunting after all. Vil however wears his hair much looser, and occasionally wears big, expressive hats if he feels like it. As you can see, not a lot has changed.

There you go anon! I hope that answered your question. If you have any questions, just ask! I’d be happy to answer them.

[like-a-bantha]

Checkmate

Summary: Maybe you're not the best at dejarik, but you do know your way around a chess board. In the absence of a board, you'll make due with your imagination. (Alternate title: Two dorks play chess, maybe they’ll kiss?)

Pairing: Tech/Gender Neutral Reader (no Y/N, no descriptions of reader's appearance other than being shorter than Tech)

Rating: G

Warnings: None! Just some brotherly teasing and good old fashioned chess.

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: This is silly and short and not Busted Hyperdrive (it's coming, I promise!) but I couldn't rest until I got this out of my system. It's my first non-platonic fic so if it sounds a little strange, I offer my sincerest 'my bad's. I'm also not a chess master, so if you're just here for the chess you're probably not gonna dig this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave some feedback! <3

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It started a few months back when you all had some downtime at Cid’s. You entered the parlor to find her grumbling to herself as she attempted to fix the dejarik table, now temporarily out of commission after taking one too many frustrated blows. You’d all been off-world when it finally kicked the bucket, but Cid’s grumpy tone while recounting the incident paired with the large dent was all the evidence you needed. The Trandoshan, feeling particularly charitable, offered a small handful of credits if they were able to patch up the abused machine. Taking it as a challenge, Tech finished the repairs within the hour, even going as far as to fix the nasty dent. You and Omega waited patiently for the table to be revived so she could teach you how to play, explaining the rules and pieces over a carton of mantell mix. You nod along, half-understanding how the game works but knowing full well you’re about to make a fool of yourself.

“I am finished.” Tech announces, slipping his tools back into their respective slots on his belt as he stands. He’s nearly knocked over by his little sister in her mad dash to the table, waving you over as if you’re not just a few steps behind her.

Nevertheless, you laugh and pick up the pace, thanking Tech as you take your seat. Omega pushes a few buttons and the table begins humming to life. “Why do I get the feeling you’re not gonna go easy on me?”

Without missing a beat, Tech answers the question for her. “She will not.” He pulls a chair over to the table, knowing exactly what’s about to happen even if Omega denies the claim.

Three games later and both clones are sporting rather smug looks; Omega’s for pride in her strategizing skills, and Tech’s for being right in his claim. Not one to be a sore loser, you thank her as you stand from the table, “That was fun, but I think I’ll stick to the version I played back home. You wanna take over for me, Tech?”

“I wanna hear about your version!” Omega perks up, interested in a variation of her favorite game. You glance over to Tech, who hasn’t taken the now empty seat, his head just barely cocked to the side in question as he wordlessly awaits your explanation. 

You stand, looking between them for a second before returning to your seat, a sigh slipping through your grin. With that, you dive straight into your description of the game, detail matching Omega’s earlier lesson. Both of them listen intently, asking questions that you happily answer. Tech glances down at his datapad every so often, you can’t seem to fight back a smile when you realize he’s been taking notes. Once you finish your explanation he sets it back down on the table while Omega looks at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to pull a full chess set out of thin air to give them both a demonstration.

“That sounds fun! Can we play?” Omega asks, eager to try her hand at a new strategy game.

“If we can find a set, I’d love to! But they’re pretty hard to come by outside of my planet.” You try to put on a hopeful smile, now regretting mentioning it in the first place as her own smile slowly fades. “I mean, technically you don’t need one,” this grabs both of their attention, “but it will be a little tougher.”

“You can play without the board? Or the pieces?” Omega asks, clearly skeptical as you said it was a board game. Tech, on the other hand, seems intrigued.

“Y’know how I said there’s a notation system?”

“Are you suggesting the game can be played verbally?” Tech reaches for his datapad; checking his notes, you figure.

“It’s possible! When the Empire showed up in my city and forced us out we didn’t have time to grab the fun stuff – mostly just, like, food and water.” You almost cringe a little, talking about your past isn’t really your forte. “We got bored, we played in our heads and called out our moves. It took some getting used to, but it’s still fun!”

“Fascinating.”

“You guys wanna give it a go?” Omega seems a little unsure but excited enough to jump into a practice round.

Despite her hesitation, Omega did surprisingly well. She even managed to beat you in the third game. And, unsurprisingly, Tech played like a natural, instantly picking up the game that took you months to master. You managed to beat him in your first game, but the next two were easy wins for him. If you were playing against your friends back home you might’ve gotten a little competitive, but the proud smile that crept onto your face after the first game has yet to fade. Later on, after the rest of the batch returned to the parlor, you sat back and listened to Tech and Omega’s gripping game – too enthralled to tell either of them that it will most likely end in a stalemate.

Hunter took a seat next to you at the bar, when his gaze shifts from Tech and Omega to you with a quirked brow you let out a quiet chuckle. “They’re playing chess.” He huffs, amused as the two of you watch their game in silence.

Soon, it becomes a favorite pastime among the three of you. Omega has tried to get her other brothers to join in to no avail, none of them seem to enjoy it nearly as much as the three of you. After a little digging, Tech finds a slew of archived games from your home planet and studies them intently. Whenever you find yourselves on a supply run off-world, you and Tech volunteer yourselves every time to search for a real set. What started off as a wild porg chase turns into a sort of tradition and, strangely enough, you find yourself looking forward to supply runs.

You’re counting ration bars and bandages after a too-long mission for Cid, most of your stock depleted, while Omega takes another study break to play a few rounds of chess with you. Hunter makes the call to stop on Boonta to refuel and restock, knowing the second you return to Ord Mantell you’ll be sent off on another mission. This time, when the Marauder touches down in a dingy space port, no one bothers asking who will be heading to the market.

Omega hums in thought, absently fiddling with her datapad as you wait for her next, and most likely last, move. She’s got you cornered, your only possible escape is Kb7 but she’s still got her Queen, and you’re out of pawns to promote. Her eyes light up. “Rook to b3! Checkmate!”

“I forgot about the rook!” You laugh, impressed at how she’s improved. “Good game, Omega, that’s four wins in a row!”

“It’s all about the strategy.” She beams triumphantly.

“Yeah? How about you strategize some homework,” you laugh, standing to leave, “then maybe we can play on a real board later.”

The girl’s laughs are suddenly interrupted by Wrecker’s booming voice calling your name from the cockpit, followed by a loud, “Your boyfriend’s waiting!” You just roll your eyes, Omega tries to suppress a giggle as she puts on her best studious face, her eyes locked on her datapad.

When you pass him on your way out, a barely noticeable blush on your cheeks, Wrecker lets out a barking laugh. You shoot him a look, but this only draws another laugh from the gentle giant. “Keep that up and I’ll make sure to stock up on those blue ration bars you hate.” That does the trick. Letting out a victorious laugh of your own at his silence, you make your way down the ramp where Tech patiently waits. “Ready?”

He clears his throat quietly, storing his datapad before he begins leading the way to the market. “After you.”

“Oh, how kind of you. E4.” You laugh, you two always tend to walk a little slower on supply runs.

“I assumed you would like the advantage after losing our last match.” Tech simply states, his impartial facade cracking when you shoot him an incredulous look. “E6.” His smile is barely visible, but you manage to catch a glimpse before he fixes his gaze on the path ahead. The two of you focused on the game as you navigate the city streets.

“Rook to B5.” You’re about to reach the forty-eighth move of the game with no clear end in sight as you approach the bustling market. “Did you wanna split up? I have to grab rations and stuff for the medkits.”

“Rook to A8.” He pauses for a moment. “I will accompany you.”

“Cool. Rook to D2.” You glance around the market, hiding your grin. You spot a vendor selling rations by the crate, buying wholesale might save you all some trouble. “Let’s check that stall first.”

“Very well. H6.”

You make your way through the crowd, now quickly calling your moves back and forth. Barely ten feet from the stall, you realize stocking up on rations would mean fewer supply runs and your mind starts to race. Suddenly, your pace is even slower than before and you’re losing focus on your mental image of the match. When you make an obviously thoughtless move, losing your knight, Tech stops in his tracks, turning to face you. “Are you alright? That was a terrible move.”

“Huh?” All of your focus has been diverted to quickly concocting an excuse that the genius would find believable. You can’t bring yourself to look away from the vendor’s stall. “Oh, yeah. They- uh, it looks like they only have the blue ones. You guys hate the blue ones, right?”

Tech’s brows furrow behind his yellow-tinted lenses. Maybe he didn’t buy the excuse but it certainly confused him. “I have no preference, nor do the others to my knowledge. Wrecker doesn’t like them, but he will manage.” You can feel his eyes on you, studying you, and you wished he would look literally anywhere else. “You’ve mentioned preferring them, however.”

“Let’s just look around a little more, maybe we can find someplace with more variety.” You turn to walk further into the market but he catches your wrist, his grip is loose but it brings you to a halt.

“Would I be correct in my presumption that you are attempting to under-stock our supplies to continue our regular supply runs?” You’re glad you haven’t turned to face him, your eyes are wide and your cheeks flushed, and he’s still holding onto your wrist as if you’d run away if he let go. You can’t think of anything to say, clearly you’re not great at excuses so you just stand there hoping he’ll just drop it.

You let out a heavy sigh, turning around to just barely face him, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah, Tech. Sorry. I just…” You trail off, maybe now he might let it be, you’ll grab the crate of blue ration bars and be on your way.

“You don’t need to apologize.” His tone softens, you’ve never heard him sound so gentle. Your cheeks feel like they’re burning and he’s still holding onto you. “If we are unable to find a chess set today, I’m positive I can make one to your standards.”

You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until it came out in a choked laugh. The chess set. Right. You make a mental note to not let Wrecker’s teasing get to your head. Cheeks slowly reverting to a normal temperature, you finally turn to face him with a bashful smile and the concern in his eyes begins to dissipate. “Thanks, Tech. That’d be nice.”

He returns your smile. “I will need your input, of course.” His gaze falls a bit and you see a flash of panic in his eyes before he quickly releases his grip on your wrist. Quickly bringing that same hand up to adjust his goggles, he clears his throat, now looking at anything but you. “G5.”

Your head drops with a laugh, nudging him with an elbow as you start towards the stall. “C’mon, let’s go buy a month's supply of ration bars Wrecker will hate.” As the tension fades from your body you find yourself able to focus on the game again.  “Oh, and thanks for the pawn. Rook to H6.”

You were right, wholesale is way cheaper. Much heavier, too. After you find a med supply stall that’s somewhat reasonably priced, Tech offers to take the crate and you hand it over with almost no objection.

“Would you still like to look around for a chess set?” Tech asks, lowering the crate a bit so you can rest your pack on top while you fill it with rolls of bandages and tubes of bacta.

You pause, your hands resting atop the pack that rests atop the crate in Tech’s arms; your brows furrowed in thought, you absently chew on your lip as you consider his question. You look up to find him watching you intently, and, rather than avert your gaze from his, you smile and shake your head. “Nah, I think I’d like one you make much better.”

He opens his mouth as if to say something but seems to decide against it, simply responding with an equally warm smile.

You return your attention to your pack, making sure it’s shut securely before swinging it over an arm as Tech readjusts his grip on the crate. Letting out a content sigh, you both begin making your way out of the market. “Your turn.”

“Ah, yes.” He thinks for a moment, it’s anyone's game now since you came back from your earlier blunder. Waiting until you’ve left the crowded area, he calls his move. “King to F7.”

“Running away from me?” You joke, unable to suppress a giggle when Tech looks at you with mock exasperation. “What? Queen to B7.” He instantly realizes what that move means, but you can’t help but give him a deviously smug smile. “Check.”

“Interesting.” He ponders his next move, absently attempting to adjust his goggles only to realize he’s still holding the crate. You watch on as he shifts it around, trying to balance it enough to free his right hand momentarily.

“Okay, okay, hold on, just… look at me.” You place a hand on his fidgeting arm, all movement coming to a stop. You stand on your tiptoes, reaching up to gently slide his goggles back into place, careful not to touch the lenses. Your breath catches when you make sure you didn’t accidentally leave behind any fingerprints and finally see the intensity in his eyes. He’s completely still, as if he would scare you away with any sudden movement. You can’t help but freeze as well, hands still gently resting on the frame of his goggles. When you wobble a bit on unsteady tiptoes, your fingertips just barely graze his cheekbones and his lips part in a silent gasp and, oh god, now you’re looking at his lips. Eyes, look at his eyes, that’ll help, you think, so you look back to his eyes and catch them flicking back up from your lips, or maybe the ground, maybe he’s just really into dirt these days, and now you’re starting to get dizzy. You retreat rather abruptly, your heels meeting the ground with a quiet thud, one hand resting on his shoulder and the other on his forearm to keep from falling over. After overthinking some more, both hands come to rest unnaturally at your side, wide eyes trying to focus on anything that isn’t him but ultimately failing. His gaze hasn’t left you, his expression unchanged. Deciding you should say anything, literally any words to break this tension that you created, you clear your throat and give a shaky, “Any better?” 

He just stares for a moment. You’ve never seen him this flustered – or flustered at all  – and now you’re really about to panic, your mind playing a loop of oh maker, I broke Tech. You’re about to release a minimum of one hundred apologies when it seems he’s finally returned to his body. “King to G8.” As if nothing happened. As if he can still win after such a pitiful move.

“Oh, Tech, I’m so sorry.” You look up at him, guilt dripping from your words.

He shakes his head, readjusting the crate one last time before finally just setting it on the ground for a moment. “No need to apologize, I have been wondering for some time if my feelings were reciprocated.” When your eyes widen in shock, he decides to clarify. “Romantic feelings. Towards you.”

“No yeah, I got that.” You shake your head, a pleasantly confused smile somewhat replacing the shock on your face.

“You appear to be confused, is my conclusion incorrect?” Now it’s his turn to internally panic, second-guessing himself for what appears to be the first time.

He looks confused when you let out a short, nervous laugh. “No, you’re correct. Romantic feelings are very much reciprocated.” You take a tiny step closer, leaving little room between the two of you, returning to your tiptoes. Tech, ever the genius, takes the hint; first bringing a hand to your waist to steady you before closing the distance, your lips meeting in a sweet kiss as he brings a tentative hand up to gently cup your cheek.

When you finally part, returning to ground level once again though still in his embrace, he cocks his head to the side. “May I ask, then, why did you apologize?”

You laugh, your forehead bumping the chest plate of his armor before once again meeting his gaze. “Rook to C8.” You reach up for the shortest, sweetest peck of a kiss. “Checkmate.”

A/N pt.2: If that wasn't the cheesiest thing I've ever written, I don't know what is - Alexa, play Yuck! by Charli XCX. This was so fun to write! Thank you so much for reading! <3

[jjkeverlast]

hi !! congrats on your milestone :DD i wanted to take the opportunity to request especially since i saw that your reqs are open ^____^

if it’s fine with you, i’d love to have a mafia jjk au with the “who did this to you?” trope !! one of my favorite tropes everrr !! however you wanna write it would be fine by me hehe

thank you so much in advance !! congratulations again 🤍

lost in the dark | jjk

>> pairing jungkook x fem!reader

>> genre/au's mafia!au | est. relationship

>> summary jungkook never expected for bangtan's rival to know about you, or more likely find you.

>> word count 1.0k

>> warnings mentions of killing, guns & knives | a lot of violence | descriptions of threats | jungkook is a bit cocky to provoke | spitting in the face | descriptions of bruises.

>> author's note hii anonie!! i hope you enjoy this lil drabble with mafia jk <3 i just wanna quickly thank you for sending such a good plot in another ask!! it helped me write this drabble so easily :) have a great day hun!

[keep in mind that i do not have taglists for request, and prompts are marked in bold! thank you.]

“Now, I’m going to ask again.” The man speaks roughly. Jungkook has a hard time seeing him, the harsh light blinding him and the view around him. He sucks in a breath, ready to take another punch to the jaw, because he knows himself and he wouldn’t think twice about answering. 

The man moves closer, the shadow turning into a familiar face. It’s their rival's boss. He’s carrying a sharp knife in his hand as he takes a chair and sits in front of Jungkook who’s strapped to his. 

“Where is Bangtan hiding? Hmm?” He leans closer, Jungkook holding his gaze on him, not scared of whatever he’s planning to do to him. Jungkook doesn’t answer, instead he seems to look around, acting as if he’s debating whether to answer the question or not. It peaks an interest in the man in front of him, causing him to lean in and when Jungkook blinks once, he spits on his face. The spit is mostly blood, due to the earlier punches. 

The man gasps, chuckling in shock as he grabs a napkin from his pants and wipes it off. 

“Is that a good enough answer for you, sir?” Jungkook smiles, despite his whole body aching from head to toe. 

He doesn’t speak, still wiping Jungkook’s trace on his face. 

“Okay, fine. One thing I do know is…” Jungkook starts off, the man snapping his eyes forward towards him. “Your tie is crooked.” He whispers, smirking at the man’s reaction before a hard slap is received. The sting burns, Jungkook biting back a groan. He’ll never give in. 

“All right, if you can’t answer that, I’m sure this question will be easy enough for you.” The rival smiles like the Devil himself, and for once Jungkook’s heart drops. 

“How’s your little girlfriend? Hmm? Is she doing well?” Jungkook can’t even process the words coming out of his mouth, desperately wanting for this to not be real. How does he know? How did he know that Jungkook had someone? 

“How…” Jungkook whispers, trying to fight back his anger to withhold his composure. 

“She sounds so helpless when she’s crying. Here, take a listen.” He moves forward, propping his phone right in Jungkook’s face. The voice recording isn’t long, only a few seconds but all he hears is you crying, begging for your life. 

Jungkook sucks in a breath, moving his body in the chair, anger seeping through him completely. “If you fucking touch her—” He begins to threat, but it’s shut down by a fake laugh. 

“That’s funny, Jeon.” 

Jungkook feels his veins popping harshly in his neck, as he tries to pull on the restraints, wanting nothing more than to punch the fucker in the face for hurting you. To his luck, a loud gunshot erupts in the room, chaos suddenly surges forward and Jungkook wishes he could see, still blinded by that stupid bright light. 

All while he hears men fighting, groans and painful whines, he tries to loosen the rope on him, the need to find you growing. After a bit, he manages to get his hands behind his back free, tugging the rest off. 

He steps out, finally seeing what the lamp has been hiding from him. It’s Bangtan, all strapped up, fighting and shooting everyone around them. Jungkook is determined to find the boss, having to find out where you are. 

He catches a glimpse of him behind some cardboard boxes, trying to keep himself alive but Jungkook is having none of it. He walks straight to him, pulling him by the collar of his white pressed shirt. He’s met with wide eyes, until Jungkook gives him a taste of his own medicine, punching him harshly so he lands flatly on the floor. He’s coughing blood, trying to stand back up but Jungkook holds him down. 

“Where is she?!” He screams in his face. 

“Ha.” Jungkook punches him again, his face turning another color. 

“I’ll fucking kill you.” He whispers, threatening with no mercy. 

“Good luck.” He shoots back and Jungkook has it. He punches him until he can’t feel his own hand, determined to end his life right in this moment but stops when he’s pulled back by someone. 

“Enough. Jungkook, enough.” It’s Yoongi, holding him back with both arms while Jungkook tries to fight back, wanting to see life flash before this person’s eyes for what they did to you. 

“They have Y/N. I need to go.” Jungkook walks out, while the rest of Bangtan fight off the rest. He feels helpless walking around their property, no sign of you. Jungkook feels like he’s been walking for ages, until he finds an opening in the left building. He runs in, being met with pitch black. He’s almost about to walk out, determined you aren’t in here when he hears a muffled scream. 

“Y/N!?” He calls out your name, the muffled scream turning louder and louder when Jungkook steps further in and finally he crouches down, able to feel you. Out of instinct he hugs you, comforting you with all he has, all while his own body is aching, trying its best to hold itself up. 

“I’m here, I got you. It’s okay. I got you.” Jungkook keeps repeating, feeling you shake against his bruised skin. With every last power he has, Jungkook lifts you up, dragging you outside. 

It’s then that he notices your forehead bleeding, arms covered in bruises. It breaks his heart to see you like this. He removes the restraints behind your back, ripping off the duct tape from your lips. 

“Jungkook.” His name falls out of your lips, as you fall in his embrace, crying out the shock you’ve been met with. 

“Who did this to you?!” He whisper-yells, wanting to hurt that person badly. 

“It’s okay, Jungkook. I’m just glad you’re here.” You manage to say, your voice a bit broken from being restrained. Somehow your words calm him. You’re right, he’s here, he’s with you now. Everything is going to be okay. 

“I love you.” Jungkook whispers, grabbing your face gently as he embraces it. He was so scared of losing you, forever. He’d never be able to live with himself. 

“I love you.” You repeat, meaning every word as hug him again, inhaling the familiar scent that feels like home. 

© jjkeverlast 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]

[concerningwolves]

Hi! 👋🏼

First off, I just wanted to thank you for all that you do on your blog, not only has it been helpful to keep things in mind when writing, but I also genuinely enjoy learning more about sign language; I’m trying to self-learn it because it’s just that interesting to me hehe. (Also my church has a Deaf Service and I’d really like to be able to talk to the people there.)

I do have a question, but feel free not to answer; I’m currently working on a story where a very young child has acquired deafness after a severe illness (vaguely Hellen Keller vibes), and I was wondering if you know of any things I should specifically keep in mind when writing about the aftermath (immediate and long-term) of it? The setting is mildly fantasy where sign language exists, but hearing aids and cochlear implants have yet to be invented.

Thank you again for your blog, and the care you put into all your posts!

You're very welcome, and thank you! ☺️ It's always lovely to hear that people are helped by this whole... [insert vague hand-wave at my blog] thing I'm doing

Things to consider with a young character who loses hearing after illness

I don't know anything firsthand about what it's like to go deaf, so the first thing I'll recommend is to find stuff written by people who do. A search on r/deaf for "lost hearing" brings up a lot of different threads; for example, this post where people discuss things they wished they'd done/known when they first lost their hearing might provide some good insight.

As another starting point, Jessica Kellgren-Fozard has a fair few videos on her channel about her experiences as a deaf person, and specifically as someone who lost her hearing in her late teens. These two in particular might be helpful to you:

So You're Losing Your Hearing...

This is a video for people who think they're losing their hearing, but while it's not strictly about lived experience, it could certainly be helpful to note both the issues Jessica discusses and the solutions to them.

For example, she mentions isolation is a big problem, and talks about the importance of using the tools provided by the internet to find communities of people in the same boat. Even without the internet (or some fantasy equivalent), people are very community driven and prone to bonding over shared experiences, even if those experiences aren't wholly analogous. Are there other disabled characters in your story that your recently deaf character could speak to? Other d/Deaf characters? Who does she have by way of support and community? – these are all good things to think about.

Why I Don't Sound Deaf

In this one, Jessica talks about her experiences and her relationship with speech and sign languages as someone who lost her hearing. With applying this to your character, her age is important – the "golden period" for acquisition of a new language is typically thought to be before ten years old. Theoretically, the younger someone is when they lose hearing, the easier it will be for them to learn sign language. As Jessica points out in the video, sign language has a different grammatical structure, and because of this she finds it easier to use Sign Supported English instead of BSL. A much younger child, if given immediate or near-immediate access to sign language, is likely to take to it far more easily.

More on speech and language acquisition (or: the evils of consonants)

The impact of hearing loss on speech isn't something I can speak to (pun unintended) with great knowledge or certainty, but I can sort of extrapolate based on personal experience with learning to speak while not being able to hear well. (I had speech therapy, but that was as much to do with my narrow jaw + teeth overcrowding as with language difficulties caused by deafness). I misheard a lot of words and phrases – I spent years thinking that the "big girl swings" were "barbecue swings" 😅

It's worth looking into what level of speech your character would have based on her age, and using that to work out how much verbal proficiency she could retain (if any). Muscle memory accounts for a lot, so if your character already knows how to say certain words or phrases ""properly"", she could retain that ability. It's not an automatic or effort-free process, though: I'm in my twenties and I still have to consciously think about how my mouth is shaping sounds every time I speak. I don't think that will ever change.

If your character is young enough that she's still learning to speak, there will likely be a more marked impact on how her voice sounds. Different phonemes – units or "parts" of sound in speech – are uttered at different frequencies, which affects how easy/difficult they are to hear and therefore learn. This is, AFAIK, one of the biggest causes of the slurred/indistinct speech that people tend to expect d/Deaf people to have. Consonants are evil little fuckers, by which I mean they're spoken at higher pitches so anyone with loss in the high frequency range (hi!) is more likely to miss them. There are different types of consonants, too! And yes, each type presents its own challenges, because consonants exist purely to vex and frustrate everyone with high-frequency hearing loss and/or speech difficulties. For example, labiodental fricatives (e.g., the 'f' in fan and the 'v' in van) are particularly tricky, because they sound virtually indistinguishable.

StudySmarter has an easy-to-understand comprehensive breakdown of phonetics. You don't need to become an expert in phonetics, but reading through this will help you understand how sounds are formed in speech, which is helpful to keep in mind when thinking about your own character's speech. Pay particular attention to the phonemes that sound similar (like the aforementioned fan/van) or are soft/breathy (like the 's' in 'sound' or 'h' in 'half') – these are the most common problem areas, as are distinctions between 'sh' and 's'. If they feel soft or breathy in your mouth, they're probably going to be harder to hear.

Deafness and illness as trauma, and adjusting to change

Last thing I'd suggest thinking about is the experience your character has with the illness itself, and how she feels and copes with the changes to her life caused by acquired deafness. Illness can be a traumatic experience, especially when it has long-term after effects. If you've ever lost the ability to do something you can usually do, even temporarily, you'll probably be familiar with the frustration, and sometimes humiliation. It's also hard to overstate just how much auditory information there is in the world, and how much hearing people rely on that information without knowing it. Suddenly losing that ability isn't going to be easy, even if your character is young enough that they won't be able to remember anything different once they're grown up. Add to that the realisation that your body isn't as reliable as you thought it would be, that you suddenly can't trust your own health, and possibly not being able to understand why that's the case. That's a lot to deal with! And you shouldn't be afraid to show your character going through it!

Thinking back to my own childhood experiences, the strongest emotions connected to my deafness are confusion, embarrassment and alienation. Confusion because the world can be confusing when you're constantly missing auditory cues; embarrassment because unfortunately not everyone is kind and accommodating when you make mistakes due to missing aforementioned auditory cues/information (and sometimes even if people are lovely about a mistake, you can feel stupid for making it anyway); and alienation because of a sense that I was somehow "different". Thing is though, this was normal for me. I have never known anything different. But my relationship to and understanding of deafness as an identity has evolved hugely throughout my life. So, once again, age is going to be a deciding factor in how your character adjusts.

From some rudimentary googling and fuzzy memories of my brief stint as a Psychology student, children develop social awareness (awareness of how others think and feel) and self-awareness (awareness of own existence and how others perceive you) fairly early on, but these awarenesses take time to develop fully. Basically, this means that your character’s age will influence the scope of their reaction to acquired deafness. Some examples as a frame of reference:

A two-year-old is going to be primarily focused on their immediate emotional experience – they can’t hear things they could hear before, it’s confusing. They will also likely be aware if people treat them differently, but unlikely to have a socially-installed idea that they are now different.

A four- or five-year-old, on the other hand, has probably developed enough social and self-awareness to understand that certain people in society get treated differently. They might already have a sense that this is unfair, or they might still be trying to understand why this is the case – it depends on what they’ve learned about disability from adults around them.

(I mentioned above that you can feel stupid/embarrassed for making a mistake even if people are genuinely supportive regardless. The first time I vividly remember someone making me feel stupid and embarrassed for not hearing something, I would have been 4 or 5. The first time I can recall feeling stupid because I was aware that other people didn’t have that problem and that I’d made a social faux pas, I would have been about 7 or 8)

By early adolescence (ages 10–13), children are more aware of, and possibly more susceptible to, peer pressure and social norms [1]. Any understanding of and biases/prejudices concerning disability will be more deeply ingrained, as will concerns about the social impact of going deaf.

The support network that your character has access to is going to be crucial to how they manage this change at any age, so think about the characters in their immediate family/community and how they’ve acted towards disability and social difference.

[1] In a fantasy setting, you as the author are in charge of what those social norms and attitudes are, and I always encourage authors to examine their own biases when worldbuilding them. How are disabled people viewed and treated in your world? Have you made it similar to your own social and cultural experience? If yes, is that because you see that as the norm, or is there a narrative or worldbuilding reason for that? Are there any assumptions about the current or historical treatment/existence of disabled people that have influenced your worldbuilding?

Tropes to watch out for

There are three main tropes to be wary of when a character acquires a disability of any kind:

The acquired disability as an inherent tragedy akin to a death sentence and nothing else. As I’ve already said, an acquired disability can be significantly emotionally difficult, especially if the circumstances around acquisition were traumatic. Acknowledging and exploring this is important. The problem is when writers leave it there – the character is disabled, their previous way of life is lost to them, and therefore the character no longer has any worth to the story (and, by implication, to society). Think of the trope of the ex-athlete (or any other hobby/profession, although fighters and athletes are the most common components off this trope) who acquires a disability and then becomes a bitter, depressed hermit who lives in a state of misanthropy and misery because their life is effectively over. (This happens to Will in Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. Content warning for assisted suicide there). The main issue with this trope isn’t its content, per se, but its execution: Writers rarely examine why someone might end up like this (hint: institutional and internalised ableism, and lack of structural support for disabled people), and instead treat it as an inevitability because they cannot conceive of disabled existence as anything but inherently miserable.

The second trope is when a character manages to “throw off” the disability. These characters either only remain disabled as long as the disability is narratively useful, are magically cured, or overcome the disability by an act of willpower (sometimes only for narrative effect). The issue here is the content: the idea that disability can be overcome or cured by sheer willpower (or yoga, or the right diet, or religion) is pervasive and actively harmful to real-life disabled people, because it implies that disability is somehow our fault. Closely related to this trope is the one where an acquired disability never tangibly impacts a character (or only does so when it would be dramatic); you see this primarily with characters who use prosthetics effortlessly or, in the case of the latter, characters who appear abled until their disability can cause tension or drama in the plot. Again, the content is the issue: disability is flattened to nothing but a plot device, with no thought given to how it affects characters (and therefore real disabled people).

Finally, there’s the idea that an acquired disability is actually a “blessing in disguise” as a type of inspiration porn. That’s an icky trope, but I think it has some itty bitty grains of potential – crucially, the fact that there can be joy in disabled existence. Someone who acquires deafness might not see it as a blessing in the same way as some congenitally deaf people do, but they may still come to appreciate and embrace (aspects of) Deaf culture. Or perhaps they just manage to develop a neutral relationship with their acquired deafness. That’s fine, too!

A solution is to all of these is to consider the practical and proactive aspects of recovery, as well as the emotional fallout. Consider:

How does your character adjust?

How do the people around her adjust?

What support does she have? / What support systems are available?

How does she make sense of her new reality?

What accessibility aids does she have access to, and what are they like to use?

Long story short, nuance and consideration of different aspects of the disabled experience are key.

Hopefully this’ll help! (I’ve also wanted to talk about acquired disability in fiction for a while, hence the wall of text lol). Best wishes for your writing, anon ☺️

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Going to jump and ask for Ellis and Jealousy (him being jealous) FEEL FREE TO MAKE THIS ANGSTY, FLUFFY, SMUTTY, WHATEVER YOUR HEART DESIRES!

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Whew finally got a chance to knock this one out!!! I had a draft that disappeared on me so I had to start it over but it's finally (pretty much) finished! It could definitely be added to if anyone is interested.

Make the Pain Stop

Pairing: Ellis Twilight x Reader Prompt: Jealousy Genre: A little bit of everything, nothing explicit though WC: 1.8k

“You’re going with Liam and Harrison again?”

Ellis’s hand grabbed yours as you walked down one of halls in the castle. You jump at the sudden contact and whirl around. Something about Ellis’s expression seems off, but he looks down at you expectantly.

“Yeah, Liam invited me along.” You reply, trying to mask the confusion you know is likely showing clearly on your face.

“Does that make you happy? Spending time with Liam?”

“Well, he is my friend, so yes… Spending time with Liam makes me happy.”

A look of pain twists Ellis’s face and he shakes his head, fixing his normal pleasant smile on his face.

“Have a good time then,” he whispers, releasing your hand and making his way down the hall in the opposite direction.

Glancing at your hand you try to understand why he looked so hurt when you answered. He usually just smiled when he asked if something made you happy and you answered positively.

Just as you were about to go after him Liam struts out of a nearby room, filling the hall with the scent of vanilla as he approaches.

“Ah! There you are! Harry’s waiting, are you ready?” He asks, happily looping an arm around your shoulders and walking you down the hallway.

Soon you’re out on the mission, watching Harry and Liam interrogating a shady looking businessman. While your eyes are taking in the whole scene, your mind is consumed with concern for Ellis. He looked so hurt, and you can’t recall the last time he had looked so upset. Had something happened? Had he received bad news, or had something terrible happened on the last mission he had been on?

You jump when you feel Liam’s arm drape around your shoulders again, his face split with a huge grin. Harry walked up on the other side of you and gave you a noncommittal shrug when you glanced at him.

“We broke that guy! He told us everything. Poor man is going to have a hard time dealing with his suppliers when they find out he exposed them.” Liam continues to chatter happily in your ear, while your mind once again wanders to Ellis. The look that was in his eyes is haunting your thoughts.

By the time you’re back in your room, sat at your desk to record the nights events, you find yourself unable to begin typing. You’re feeling so restless you decide to head to Ellis’s room to check on him and make sure he’s okay.

You knock on his door, shifting impatiently from foot to foot as you wait for a response. You hear nothing and find yourself praying that he hadn’t gone out on a mission. Hesitantly, you try the door knob and it’s not locked. You poke your face through the door, glancing around the mostly dark room.

“Ellis? Are you here? I’d really like to talk if you had a moment…” You are trying to swallow back your shame from sneaking into his room uninvited, but still you approach his bed, hoping to see if he was tucked into the sheets.

As your eyes adjust to the gloom you notice that the sheets are neatly tucked around the pillows and your heart sinks. He’s not here.

What you didn’t notice was the shadowy figure approaching you from behind. By the time you go to turn around, you end up running into a lean, bare chest.

You let out a startled squeak, leaping backward.

“Ellis! I…. um, sorry… I just wanted to see if you had a moment to talk.” Your face is hot and your eyes keep flitting around the room, not stopping to rest on anything lest they travel back to Ellis. The sight of his toned abs is enough to make your heart race, in such a different way than it had been from the fear you had felt just a moment ago.

You hear a soft chuckle and then a soft finger hooks under your chin. Your gaze is met with the twilight irises of Ellis, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Why won’t you look at me? If you want to talk, normally you look at the person you’re talking to,” He whispers, thumb brushing over the skin below your lip. You swallow hard, hoping that he isn’t able to feel the hammering of your heart under his gentle touch.

Your eyes drop to his lips, his face is so close now, only inches away from yours as he peers down at you. You can see a small rivulet of water drip down his face from his damp, dark curls.

His tongue darts out, swiping the drop of water from the corner of his mouth and you feel your eyes widen.  The way his lips curl up at your expression has you holding your breath.

“What did you want to talk about?” He asks, releasing your chin and taking a step back.

“Ah…yes, um. You seemed kind of upset earlier so I wanted to see what was wrong. I wanted to make sure you were okay. I honestly was trying to figure out what had made you so sad earlier that I was having a hard time focusing.”

Ellis had begun to move toward his armoire on the far side of his room but he froze as your admission met his ears. He turned his head back to you, looking over his shoulder and you felt your chest tighten at the sight of his toned muscles contracting from the movement.

“You were thinking about me the whole time you were gone? You weren’t thinking about Liam?” He asks, turning fully around and striding back toward you.

“I… I, yeah I guess I was thinking more about you than Liam, he was busy with Harry on the mission, so I didn’t really interact with him much.”

“Thank goodness.”

Ellis’s sigh of relief startles you a bit. Your breath hitches as he once again leans his face in close to yours.

“Will it make you happy to know why I was upset earlier?” He asks, his voice low and quiet.

You can barely manage a slight nod, your head is spinning with anticipation. Ellis’s eyes narrow and he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“I was jealous.”

The sound is so faint but the words unmistakable as his lips graze your ear, breath stirring your hair.

“I honestly was hoping you would say that hanging out with Liam didn’t make you happy. I want to be the one to make you happy. I want to be the one to make you smile to yourself when a random thought of me pops into your head. I want to be the one who’s running around your mind at all hours of the night.”

His fingers come up to brush a stray piece of hair behind your ear, the slight pressure sends shivers through your body. Before his hand drops off, he lets it settle on your jaw, his head leaning back just enough to be able to look you in the eye.

You’re not really sure what comes over you, but some kind of magnetic attraction pulls your lips to meet his and you melt into his touch. His lips are soft, surprisingly soft as they return your kiss, pressing firmly against your own. His other hand slips behind your head, deepening the kiss and tilting your head up toward him.

He gingerly slips the tip of his tongue along the seam of your lips and the sensation is electrifying. You gasp and Ellis takes the opportunity to delve into your mouth, tongue tracing every inch thoroughly. The kiss is delicate and demanding, gentle yet aggressive and every stroke of his tongue against yours sends white hot desire shooting to your core.

You’re not sure when you grabbed onto his arms but you feel the muscles of his biceps flex as he lifts you into his arms, carrying you over to the bed where you’re gently laid back on the sheets. Your lips don’t separate for a moment, his body covering yours as his hands joining his tongue in exploration.

The blazing trail his fingers are creating as they trace over your skin has every nerve screaming for attention. The soft moans bubbling from your throat have you embarrassed but feeling very needy at the same time.

Ellis halts the kisses momentarily, his nose brushing lightly against your cheek as he moves toward your ear once again. His voice is so soft, you can hardly hear what he says but it’s enough to make you squeeze your thighs together.

“You taste so good. You have no idea how badly I want to taste every part of you. I bet you’re even sweeter between your legs.”

His nose nudges under your jaw, prompting you to turn your head and leaving your neck exposed.

“I want you to only think of me. I want you to be mine,” He murmurs, pressing kisses along the column of your throat as his fingers make quick work of your blouse.

“I can’t stand the thought of you falling for someone else. I hate how it makes me feel. The deep black anger and sadness that fills my heart when I think about Liam with his arm across your shoulders, or that bright smile you always give to Will. I don’t want to feel this way. I want you to be happy. But I really, desperately want you to be happy with me.”

You don’t know how to respond to the admissions he keeps firing off; between the passion of his words and the delectable sensations of his lips massaging against the skin over your collar bones, your head is swimming.

His hands pull your hips down to the edge of the bed, and his leg slips between yours, providing that blissful pressure you were craving and you try to bite back the groan of euphoria that explodes from your throat. Ellis slips his fingers into your hair, carding through it so gently it’s at war with the sinfully aggressive movements of his leg between yours.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, pressing kisses to your shoulders and down along your arm. You almost want to grab his head and pull it back toward your lips, but the tender attention he’s paying you is so endearing. It’s a matter of moments before his mouth is on yours once again, whispers of desperation falling against your lips between each kiss.

“Will you please let me have you? I don’t want to feel this way anymore,” Ellis sighs finally, lifting his eyes to meet yours.

The pain you see reflected in his gaze is so jarring. The intense pleasure you were feeling just a moment ago is washed away, replaced with an overwhelming need to comfort him.

You place your hands on either side of his face, peering deeply into his eyes as you finally find the words to say.

“Ellis, I want to be yours.”

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