#emotional constipation is his middle name

[inanthesis]

BEST WORST BOY BIRTHDAY!! 3 years later and I still love this unbearable magnate with my whole heart and soul.

[haeryna]

I love idol and rockstar satosugu!! Do you think you’d expand more in depth on when Suguru got into a fist fight and when Satoru got bullied with reader sticking up for him 👀

sorry for the long wait anon, i was Scheming lol. i hope you like it! thank you for the ask <3 ↪ continued from here

tw: more homophobia (references to being called a slur), emotional constipation, not proofread, author is a sucker for angst

satoru is eight when the boys at the local playground start calling him names. at first they're petty things; "you run like a girl," or "too weak to be a boy." but you've noticed they've been getting bolder, recently. meaner. but it isn't until that day when that word falls from their mouth that you physically recoil, stomping up to them in your denim overalls and light-up pink sketchers.

"what did you just call him?"

the slur falls from the other boy's mouth as easy as breathing. satoru's lips are pressed in a hard line, but you can see the tinges of self-doubt in his eyes. before you can second guess yourself, you step up and slug the boy hard across the cheek. immediately he stumbles back, wailing, but you're too preoccupied with grabbing satoru's hand and running to care.

satoru will never admit it. but you saved a piece of him that day that he didn't even realize was there until later. he could feel his heart mending as he cooed over you, as you whined about the redness of your hands. the way you gazed up at him so trustingly as he gently blew over the braised knuckles, trying to soothe the sting. you were like his tether, he mused. keeping him grounded, keeping him away from his own thoughts.

"it hurts, 'toru," you whined, bringing him out of his thoughts, and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your hand.

"guess suguru and i will just have to teach you how to throw a proper punch, hm?"

you're twelve when you see the large crowd that's gathered in the courtyard of your middle school. when you push your way through, you can see satoru standing closest to the middle, the look in his eyes cold and hard. you tug at his sleeve.

"what's going on?"

before satoru can respond, another classmate eagerly replies, "geto is beating the shit out of some guy!"

your blood turns to ice in your veins, but as you move to try to see what's happening, satoru catches you in his arms, tugging you away. "don't," he chides, pressing your face into his chest and blocking your vision. "suguru didn't want you to see this."

"a fight, 'toru? why?" your voice sounds so bewildered, so hurt, that satoru almost cracks. he can't tell you about how suguru found out that the boy he's currently pummeling into the ground had been going around talking about how he wanted to "get a taste of the whore that geto and gojo have been keeping around." he can't tell you about the rage that had filled both of them, and the hint of fear. you had been their only weakness. the only reason suguru was fighting, satoru thinks, is because i lost the game of rock paper scissors.

after, when the crowd has dispersed, and after principal yaga has finished giving suguru and earful, you sit in his basement with him. tears crowd your eyes as you stubbornly push through, treating his scrapes with ointment and wrapping them carefully up in gauze.

"you don't have to do this," suguru says, softly. the pain you've been trying to hide in your eyes can't hide from him. "it's fine." your voice cracks and you sniffle as you press a bag of ice to his black eye.

suguru sighs, tugging you closer into his arms. "don't be like that. what's wrong, angel?"

"why were you fighting?" your voice is hushed, and you press the bag of ice more firmly to his eye, ignoring the quiet yelp of pain. "'toru won't tell me anything. what's going on, sugu?"

he sighs, cradling you a bit tighter. "do you trust me?"

you have absolutely no doubt in your voice when you reply, "of course."

"he was just, saying things that weren't right. and words weren't going to convince him otherwise." suguru brushes a strand of hair away from your face, eyes softening as he takes in your teary expression. "i promise i'll never fight unless it's absolutely necessary, alright?"

"promise?"

"I promise," he tells you, linking his pinky through yours with ease. "and i've never broken a promise before, have i?"

and he hadn't until that night.

[cherrycheolcoups]

seventeen fic recs - sugar daddy au

started: 05/14/23

updated: ---

[apparently only 95z have been written as sugar daddies soooooo. this is more of a 95z sugar daddy au masterlist instead!]

link to my overall fic recs masterlist here: unavailable for now. working on posting the masterlist

BY MEMBER:

choi seungcheol: [FIRST UP YOU ALREADY KNOW]

sapiosexual by @smileysuh

pairing: seungcheol x afab!reader | rating: 18+ explicit | word count: 18.6k | preview: "You're a beautiful, bright, young woman, and you're agreeing to be a companion to some middle aged psych nut who hardly has enough time for you-" you both laugh a little at the way he refers to himself, "compensation is a must." | content/trigger warning: daddy kink/issues, size/shoulder/back kink, contractual relationship, unspecified age difference, unprotected sex, choking, semi bondage, multiple sex scenes, fingering, squirting, oral (m/f receiving), baby oil massage, praise, dirty talk, hair pulling, overstim, dacryphilia, slight orgasm denial, hand kink, etc... | pet names: (his) daddy (hers) gorgeous, angel, darling, my love, pretty girl, etc. | IT'S LITERALLY SOOOOOOOOOO GOOD!!! one of my all time fav cheol fics on here ugh HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT'S 1000000000000/10!!!

lover by @starlightxsvt

pairing: dom!seungcheol x sub!inexperienced! female reader | warnings: profanities, reader is shy and timid, she is also a simp, age gap tho it isn't mentioned, lying, insecurities, mention of terminal illness, dom/sub dynamics, explicit secual content: multiple sex scenes, daddy kink obviously, kissing, a little degradation (slut), marking, big dicc! cheol, one tit slap, one spank, a little fingering, a lil clit biting? tit worshipping, male oral, choking, virgin sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys, this is just fiction!), forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, crying, creampie, seggs so gud she passes out, lots of emotions that needs to be addressed, cheol is kind of an asshole at times? | word count: 15.7k | synopsis: the worst first meeting and then an uncanny proposition is enough to cause trouble for you. you fall for a man who doesn't seem all that keen on returning your feelings

diamonds in the sky by @scrixtcn

pairing: choi seungcheol x reader | word count: 12.2k | a/n: coups is sweet and caring but also is perfectly able to throw money at his problems for them to not be problems anymore. also him in any kind of suit kills me | genre: sugar daddy/ceo!au, strangers to lovers!au, equal amounts of fluff and complicated not quite angst but angsty feelings

yoon jeonghan:

playboy by @starlightxsvt

pairing: dom!jeonghan x sub!inexperienced! female reader | word count: 18.8k | warnings: profanities, drinking, smoking, blond jh that turns into black haired jh, stealing, jealousy, reader is somewhat of a brat, age gap (not mentioned), soft playful dom jeonghan, hella teasing, kissing, marking, use of belt as restraint, daddy kink, name calling, nipple play, fingering, male and female oral, choking, crying, some spanking, overstimulation, unprotected sex, virgin sex, creampie, multiple sex scenes | synopsis: you try to steal from him. things take a turn when he catches you in the act. seemingly for the better at first but then for the worse when you catch feelings for him. | this is part of a series by the author where the 95z are sugar daddies. highly recommend the series!

hong jisoo:

gentleman by @starlightxsvt

pairing: dom!joshua x sub!inexperienced!female reader | word count: 21.2k | warnings: profanities, ANGST, abandonment issues, toxic family, minor character death, mentions of addiction (drugs), emotional constipation, arguments, kissing, marking, age gap, daddy kink, hard dom!joshua, brat!reader, so much teasing!!!, bdsm themes- nipple play, marking, fingering, ice play, spanking (belt), pussy slapping, crying, female oral, cum eating, virgin sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple sex scenes | synopsis: a silly dare leads you to him and he has you charmed quickly. but matters of the heart can never be that easy, especially when you want to avoid them.

[skeleton-mischief]

Red Serrif

I actually used to hate Fell Sans because he sexually harassed women. Bro is canonically a woman respecter what happened actually?

Anyways, I decided to make him my little meow meow instead and he's thriving

To Note: Some of these are actually canon facts but I'm putting these here for more organization

- Official height 5'5, he has sneakers after all

- He/Him

- Nihilist

- Emotional constipation is this guys middle name do NOT expect him to give good advice

- Horrible at taking care of himself, his bedroom is yucky

- Drinks Mustard

- Extremely patient with his brother, despite acting otherwise

- He blames himself for his bad dynamic with his brother, he knows that Pitch is trying to mend it but the two just don't know how to go about it

- Older brother model with Rus

- Ha has little to no filter

- Assertive, pessimistic, cynical, overthinker, lazy, distrustful, blunt, playful, easily irritated, teasing, confrontational, laid back, intuitive, and reckless

- He had a weird relationship with Gaster, and he wishes that he was able to do more before he watched Gaster lose HOPE

- Prefers pranks and knock knock jokes over puns

- Will welcome a fight, though he tends to provoke them at times since he learned that being a smug asshole shows his cool guy persona

- He has outright thrown Burgerpants out of Grillby's before

- He is a dog person but doesn't admit it to Pitch

- He curses often, but he actively tries not to in front of Pitch

- He likes action films since it's fast paced and dramatic, but he secretly loves romance films sometimes and can get sucked in a telenovela

- He doesn't admit it, but he gets jumpscared by horror films and ends up feeling embarrassed

- He'll eat practically anything and compliment someone's garbage food, but you can tell he likes something when he takes his time

- He only likes Grillby's burgers, no one can perfectly get it right

- Wore mittens underground, but he doesn't use them much when he was thrown into another alternative timeline

- He uses his magic to light his cigarettes, flicking his thumb to do so since his magic involves flame like abilities

- His magic smells of burning wood, while his magic tastes of cherry

- He has ash and yellow tinted bone due to his smoking and overall environment undergroung

- I think he'd be allergic to cats, so he always knows when Doomfanger is around

- He feels like he can't protect Pitch anymore, especially since he remains distant with Pitch, he's the one to push the distance between the two

- He wears sneakers to annoy others, especially in Snowdin since they squeak

- He has a collar he got from Alphys, so he gave it to his pet rock. Instead of it being a "tame rock" he'll take it on walks and go "down! Down boy!" As if it growled. Frisk has probably heard it do so before but no one knows if it's sentient or not

- He sweats due to his heavy jacket & stress. Because of his stress, his eye glows constantly in one eyelight

- He always wears 5 rings and uses magic to prevent them from falling off, he's basically flexing that he can use his magic for dumb reasons

- Calls Pitch any variation of Boss. "Chief, Jefe, Boss, Honcho, Boss Man, etc"

- He tried Pitch's boots once and felt alive

- Pays Grillby in socks, even if it pisses him off. Grillby doesn't seem to mind though, since he can be seen wearing them

- He got a custom jacket from Grillby for making him laugh once. This is canon since it's proven to be a copy of what Grillby wears but I decided that it would be cool if it was customized by Pitch to give him an original style

- He sells chimichangas that his brother makes instead of hot dogs

- Likes fist bumps

- Would play electric guitar if given the chance

- Has beef with Error

- wore a grey jacket, mismatched socks, Crocs, and a nasty red shirt before he got yassified

- Opens his mouth with fire in genocide battle

- He struggles expressing himself, so he uses physical touch instead

- He would make a horrible first impression

- He would call Frisk "pipsqueak"

- An angry crier, he hyperventilates and can lash out at others. He doesn't like to do that though, so he often will hide away to cry

- Would call his lover "sweetheart"

- Plays the trumpet

- A woman respecter

- Has a red tricycle with small little red flames to look cooler than Vanilla's bike

- "His room would be messier with a bunch of socks,slippers, and sneakers (all mix matched) he’d probably have a pile of broken alarm clocks that papyrus gave him (smashed them all), a coat hanger that has one gray hoodie on it." I believe this is paraphrasing the canon creator Underfella

- His rings and gold chains act as collar/leash for his gaster blaster's during the betrayal route, I still think he'd use them even outside of this

- His red eye is reflective of his corrupted emotional state, so when he uses gravity/spacetime magic, his eye flickers yellow and orange.

- Likes green martinis [specifically honeydew martinis, an appletini, or a margarita.]

- Only calls Pitch Pap or Papyrus when it's serious or when he needs to get his attention

- Somehow has an employee discount at hot topic

- Is far from a morning person, you'll see him act like a corpse and drag a blanket around while his eyes are mostly closed. He stays up gaming though so you can't feel too bad for him

- He has a mug for coffee with just the giant words "CUM" on it

- He has reading glasses but they broke and he wants to look cool. As a result he squints his eyes a lot

- Has sleep paralysis often due to his anxiety and stress

- He shares his music tastes with others but won't let others know his favorite hobbies

- He has bitten people before. I'm sorry, I don't make the rules (I do)

- He's actively fled from his brother when it's time to clean or bathe. I know this mf smells god awful while underground. I think only above ground when he's no longer needing to put his focus on survival does he start to take care of his hygiene

- Has some cracks and scars on his bone, but no one sees it because he hides this

- His soul has a dullness to it and actively was cracked at some point. He's very protective of it and he won't show it until waaaaay later

- He can't take the heat if you flirt with him back, kinda getting a little goofy and being unable to take himself seriously- especially if you're smiling and laughing with him

- Games he likes to play are more free shooter games, sandbox games such as Minecraft, and in secret he has ACNH where he makes sure his island has style and a good aesthetic

- He would be the king of socks like Vanilla but he gives his socks to Grillby instead

Closing Notes: some of these are straight up from Underfella, so I recommend going over to their account to give this popular AU some fun! I don't expect the creator to ever see my stuff, but I wanted to stay at least devoted to their creation while throwing out my own interpretations and hc's! Thank you for reading

[audaciousacolyte]

Ah yes, I see you are a fellow Oswald enthusiast.

Mind forking over some Ozzy content?

Lucky Little Rabbit

Oswald the lucky Rabbit x reader general headcanons

AN: 《|| Of course! I see so little Oswald fics, and it makes me quite sad. Especially since Ozzie is one of my favorite characters. Anyway, I do hope that this is to your liking, Anon!! ||》

ROMANTIC (|| Fluff ||)

♡|| It took him a long, long, LONG time to accept that he likes you more than a friend. Definitely longer than it took him to get the wastelands operating semi-decently, and even then he STILL denied his feelings

♡|| Emotional constipation might as well be his middle name at this point, because he REFUSED to acknowledge his crush on you after he figured it out. Gus (probably) Definitely needed to snap him out of it with some sort of pep talk, because there is NO WAY he would have confessed otherwise.

☆|| (Now that I think about it, all the fictional men and women I have crushes on are all mega tsunderes/emotionally evasive… I dunno what THAT says about me, but I THINK that I have bad taste in romantic partners)

☆|| (well…except for Amy, Felix and Wendy IG)

♡|| When he DOES confess, it’s either going to be a massive affair that ends up being one of the most romantic dates you’ve ever been on™ or completely on accident and out of context.

♡|| That being said, Dear ol’ Ozzie is an absolute sweetheart when he’s in a relationship. (Think Westley from the princess bride, as an example for what he’s like)

♡|| First date activities may include; Moonlight boat rides, Movie nights, Candlelit dinners, and Rollerskating

♡|| Ask him about his inventions, PLEASE I BEG OF YOU, he LOVES to ramble about them and he gets so, so happy when you want to hear about them

♡|| Pet his ears. Don’t ask why, just do it. He will MELT in your hands. (It’s the fastest way to get him to relax, but be warned: this ALWAYS leads to cuddle time, and he WILL NOT be letting you go anytime soon)

♡◇|| You MIGHT end up also dating Ortensia, but if you just want to date Oswald, Ortensia doesn’t mind sharing with you. As long as Ozzie is happy, then she’s happy.

♡◇|| (If you DO start dating Ortensia, be prepared for a LOT of flirtatious compliments and presents. Any opportunity to charm you is taken IMMEDIATELY, and Oswald WILL join in. you cannot escape.)

♡|| If how he acts with his wife is any indication, Oswald is pretty big on physical affection and PDA. If he’s given the opportunity to hold your hand, he will.

♡|| (He just loves you so much! If he can, then why wouldn’t he hold you? Forget what other people think, He’ll be damned if he goes even one minute without letting you know how much he cares about you!!)

PLATONIC ||Fluff||

◇|| I would assume that if you ended up in the wasteland, then Ozzie’s probably gonna have quite a bit of sympathy for you right off the bat.

◇|| As the first toon to be forgotten, he knows what it’s like to be alone and scared.

◇|| He offers you a place in town and gives you a place to settle down, then introduces you to everybody in hopes of making you feel more welcomed here

◇|| After the Thinner disaster, and the loss of Ortensia, Oswald becomes…reclusive, withdrawn. He’s hardly ever out in town anymore, and you rarely see him any more. Try as you might to visit him, he refuses any visitors and stays locked up in his lab all day.

○|| The two of you end up drifting apart for a while.

◇|| When Mickey comes through with the magic paintbrush, Oswald doesn’t trust him. At all. However, since you happened to accompany Mickey through his journey, he decides to tag along too.

◇○|| Depending on the Route that Mickey goes on, Oswald either ends up losing you as well or Regaining your friendship

○|| (Whatever happens in the Paint route is up to interpretation, but in the thinner route Oswald and Mickey get into a pretty serious brawl over the wasteland after your death)

[nyanashima]

The Brothers with an MC who has OCD

INCREDIBLY self-indulgent as I haven't seen many OCD MC posts, and I needed some blorbo comfort.

Since OCD is often misrepresented in media, feel free to write in with other obsessions/etc if you feel so inclined. I'll try my best to write about them in another post :)

Content warnings: contamination triggers, symmetry/perfection obsessions, self-destructive compulsions. Stay safe y'all &lt;3

Please let me know if I missed any triggers in the tags!

Lucifer

He already knows.

Lucifer read up on you before you came. He knows what you struggle with and how it affects you, at least to some degree. He has to do Diavolo proud, and that includes staying on top of the exchange student’s wellbeing.

It's through living with you that really helps Lucifer get a better understanding of your triggers. After all, you can only get so much from reading the DSM-5

He sees you erase and rewrite your notes in class, over and over, until you’re completely behind on the lecture. He hovers silently in the doorway to the kitchen, watching you arrange the dishes symmetrically in the cupboard

He notices your hands, dry and cracked and sometimes bleeding from washing and sanitizing. He sees your midnight laundry runs after Mammon makes himself at home in your room, and how the bleach wipes disappear much faster than they did before. Lucifer watches your breathing quicken for all the wrong reasons when Asmo hangs off your arm.

He feels bad. It’s not like he can comfort you, with him being emotionally constipated and all. So he does the next best thing: problem solve.

Lucifer calls you to his study one night. You poke your head in, anticipating some sort of punishment— instead, he invites you to sit down for an honest conversation.

He doesn’t pry. As a private person, he understands keeping your emotions guarded. He does, however, make it clear he sees the toll they're taking on you.

He offers treatment— if you’re unmedicated, would you like to see someone for the anxiety? Would you benefit from therapy? He’d be happy to accompany you to the human world for your appointments, if that’s what you need.

Of course, lecturing his brothers about their behaviour is always on the table.

If none of those sound right, he finds himself staring at his gloves. He offers to update your wardrobe to something that better suits your needs— your jacket buttoning in the middle rather than off to one side, gloves to avoid direct touch, you name it. It’s yours.

“I want to help you, MC. Not out of pity, I simply don’t want to see a loved one in pain. Tell me what you need, and you’ll get it— you have my word.”

Mammon

Hoo boy.

Yeah, you’re gonna have to tell him, or ask Lucifer to tell him for you.

He’s a tactile guy. He’s always dragging you by the arm, yanking your jacket, ruffling your hair, and Devil knows what else.

Once you tell him, you’re probably gonna have to explain it a bit. It’s been a while since he’s paid attention to human emotions lol.

After that, he’s fantastic– well, he tries. Old habits die hard.

He recoils like he just touched a hot stove the second his fingers brush your skin. He always follows it up with a “Shit– sorry.”

If you’re particular about how you keep your room, again, he tries not to touch anything impulse control strikes again.

He will get it eventually, but for the first little while it’s probably best to hang out in his room.

If you don’t want the others to know, he’ll be even more protective than before when they get touchy. It’s hard to bite his tongue, but he’ll play it off like his usual possessiveness. He’s surprisingly good at keeping it a secret.

If you’re fine with them knowing, he will NOT hesitate to give them an earful. You’re his human, and nobody touches you unless you say it’s okay!

Doesn’t really understand the symmetry or perfection stuff, but hey, everyone’s different. He’ll wait for you if you have to bump your other shoulder against the doorframe until it’s even.

Overall very supportive. A little confused, but he’s got the spirit.

“…Huh. Well, as yer first, it’s still my job to take care of ya. That means this, too– so don’t think The Great Mammon’s gonna let it bother ya again, y’hear?”

Leviathan

Picks up on it a little, but doesn’t quite connect the dots

Not super familiar with human mental illnesses… He’d notice some of your unusual behaviours, but assume they’re just quirks.

Somehow fails to realize some of his quirks are because he’s neurodivergent too (it’s okay buddy we’ve all been there)

TOTALLY understands when you tell him. Well, kind of. At first he thinks you just don’t want him touching you, but after you explain it he’ll rant with you for hours. It’s not the same as the existential dread that comes from lending someone a pencil, but he gets being particular and nervous about your stuff.

He’ll get a special blanket for you to sit on while gaming in his room, only for your ass and therefore your germs. Will get you your own controller for the same reason (and maybe a matching one for himself teehee). No one else is allowed to touch your stuff, not even him— he’ll pick them up with gloves or a Kleenex if he needs to move them, even when you’re not around.

I don’t really have much more to say about him? Just tell him what you need him to do and he’ll do it without hesitation. Super respectful and understanding.

“Y’know… You don’t have to feel bad about it, okay? You’ll always be my Henry, so as long as we can still play games and stuff, I’m happy. And even if we can’t! I’ll do what I can to make you more comfortable, so you can always hide out in here if outside becomes too much… AARAARRUGHGHHUG DSJVNALVBSLKJN WHAT AM I SAYING that was so cringe forget I said anything ok bye”

Satan

Surprisingly, he doesn’t diagnose you the second you fall through the portal.

Instead, he watches you go about your day, and notices something’s off. Then he researches.

And then he does tests.

Not exactly the most empathetic guy, considering the fact that he, y’know, tortured people. So at first he’s not opposed to giving you a spit wash. He wants to see how you’ll react, and how much you can take.

Once you get closer, he catches on and starts acting according to what he thinks you need.

He’ll set cutlery aside for you when he does the dishes, he’ll leave your laundry alone when you forget it in the dryer (but nag you to come get it so he can swap out his clothes), et cetera.

If you open up to him about it, his curious nature takes hold. Hope you’re ready for an interrogation interview, because he’s got LOTS of questions.

Lets you vent to him and will bitch in return. He’s neurodivergent as fuck so likelihood is he gets irked by the same stuff

“MC, I’ve lived with my brothers for millennia. If you think some odd habits are going to bother me, you’re sorely mistaken. All that matters is that you’re happy. If you ever need anything, please come to me first. I’ll do everything in my power to help.”

Asmodeus

Doesn’t really get it, but he’ll go along and be respectful.

He’ll have a hard time not getting touchy at first, but like Mammon, he jerks away and apologizes once he catches himself.

Kicks himself every time because consent is suuuuper important to him (same with the other bros but. Y’know). Learns to keep his hands to himself pretty quick

Gives you tons of lotions, salves, and moisturizers to keep your hands in good shape if they get dry from washing

Will modify your spa days to make them more comfortable for you

Interrogates you about your clothing needs.

What textures work best for you?

Are there any patterns or cuts you can’t wear, or any you prefer?

Tell him everything. He’ll keep it in mind when dressing you up

Will not hesitate to tear someone to shreds if they say anything rude to you. He can pinpoint someone’s biggest insecurities in two seconds flat, and he will.

He might not understand, but that doesn’t stop him from loving and protecting you fiercely and unconditionally.

“Oh, hon, why didn’t you say so before! I’ll try to keep my hands to myself from now on. It’ll be hard, though, considering just how cute you are~!”

Beelzebub

This boy…

He loves his family. We know this.

Beel’s devoted quite a bit of time to learning about how his brothers’ brains work. He’s probably one of the most prepared and mindful of the bunch.

When you tell him, he accepts it without question.

He’ll prod for more information, if you’re willing to share, but gets it if you don’t wanna talk about it. If you do, he’ll listen for hours.

Loves to learn about you, period. OCD can be such a complex and significant piece of someone’s feelings and behaviour, so while he doesn’t like the parts that upset you, he’ll take in any information you give. He remembers every single word and puts it all to use. Just wants you to feel more at ease

Examples of things I think he’d do:

Put the dishes away symmetrically when it’s his turn to wash them, and push them into place if he notices they’ve shifted

Put takeout onto a clean plate for you so you don’t have to touch the container

If he sees any of your things laying about the house, he’ll use the dog poop maneuver to pick it up with a plastic bag and stick it in your room so no one else touches it

He’s just. Really thoughtful. And he loves you so much

“Alright, I think I get it. That must be hard. I’m here if you need to talk, okay?”

Belphegor

Doesn’t really notice lol. Unless you’re recoiling every time he goes to touch you, he’s clueless

Familiar with human mental illness, but may need a refresher. It’s been a while since he’s seen a human, or, y’know, been allowed outside

Will IMMEDIATELY stop touching you as soon as you set your boundaries. Belphie is very good at breaking habits and doesn’t really rely on one specific way of showing affection, so it is what it is

He’s bummed if you can’t nap with him, of course. It doesn’t take him long to find a workaround, though— he gives you two stuffed animals. You cuddle one until it smells like you, then give it to him and take the other one. He snuggles the first until it loses its “MC smell,” washes it, and gives it back to you. You give him the second one, and the cycle continues

Can’t really empathize, but he can offer a shoulder to cry on and a “that sucks” when you need it. Great listener until he falls asleep lmao

Belphie isn’t considerate in the way Beel is, but he’s still considerate. The difference is energy, really— he can’t really put in much effort, but he does remember what your triggers are and to be respectful. So while he won’t reorganize any shelves for you, he’ll remind his brothers of little things to make your life easier.

“Damn that’s crazy. Anyway”

“Oh, okay. That kind of makes sense. Is there… anything you want me to do?”

[weekend-conspiracy-theorist]

It was a rarity for Tim to hang around the Cave after patrol these days--half the time he never even came here in the first place, beginning and ending his routes around the boathouse rather than make the trek all the way back to Bristol. But his grappling hook was giving him grief, and Bruce hoarded all the best maintenance equipment (probably one of his emotionally constipated efforts to entice them all to stop by the Manor once in a while). Plus Dick was in town for a few nights to take Damian to some animated movie they were both excited about, and it was always nice to see him.

(So nice, in fact, that Tim had politely made fun of neither Dick nor Damian for being so excited about their weird little cartoon.)

Time zones were weird and the vast majority of his friends could fly and/or had superspeed, so he didn't even blink over the four AM phone call as he slouched sideways in the big chair at the Batcomputer, half fiddling with his grappling hook and half watching some YouTube video that Duke had forwarded to him earlier that day. Dick was the only other person still in the Cave, the two of them working in quiet companionship from opposite ends of the desk.

Tim swiped up to answer, cutting off the Beyoncé song that Bart had insisted they all set as their fearless leader's ring tone, and sandwiched the phone between his ear and his shoulder. "What's up?"

There was a long, pregnant pause, and it pulled Tim's attention away from the disassembled grappling hook on the table in front of him. "Cassie? Is everything okay?"

Dick looked up, sharply, and Tim glanced over at him, mouthing, "Sandsmark." It didn't completely remove the worry from Dick's face, but at least he was no longer on red alert over his little sister.

On the other end of the phone, Tim heard Cassie breathe out, the kind of breath that would have been shaky if it wasn't so exhausted. "Oh, you know," she said, finally. She sounded weird. Distant--in the emotional sense, not the physical one. "Got to play detective today."

"Stealing my schtick, huh?" Tim asked. The joke fell flat against the unease rising in his gut.

She hummed. "Even got to do the whole 'stand in the middle of the room and talk through the murder suspects one by one' bit."

"Someone was murdered?" Tim's feet slipped off the edge of the desk with a thump, and Dick's eyebrows nearly flew off of his face. "I thought you were in Themyscira."

"Yep."

Holy shit. Murder among the Amazons.

"God, Cassie, are you okay? What happened? Who--?"

"Artemis killed Hippolyta. Poisoned her."

"What?!?"

"It doesn't make sense!" she blurted. "I mean--she was the only one who could have done it, and she admitted to it, but I just can't understand why! It doesn't make sense. Artemis wouldn't just kill somebody--especially not Hippolyta. The tribes nearly ended up at war and--"

She started rambling, too fast and disjointed for Tim to understand--something about Doom's Doorway and a survivor and some guy named Jerry. She was getting dangerously close to hyperventilating.

Tim finished scribbling down the message he'd been writing, and he tossed the Sharpie down, holding the notepad up to face Dick.

HIPPOLYTA DEAD. ARTEMIS RESPONSIBLE.

Dick stared at the notepad for a lot longer than it should have taken him to read it, his expression uncomprehending. "I don't get the joke."

Tim shook his head, lips pressed into a thin line, and Dick cursed, reaching for his phone. Tim caught a glimpse of the screen--Donna Troy, head thrown back and nose scrunched up with laughter, at the center of a "Call Connecting" bubble--before Dick had the phone pressed to his ear as he darted off to find somewhere secluded to have their conversation.

"Deep breaths," Tim told Cassie, elbows on his knees, head tilted back to stare up into the moving darkness of the upper reaches of the Batcave. "You remember that breathing exercise you taught me back in our YJ days?" She didn't really respond, her breathing fast and harsh and wet, but Tim knew she was listening. He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "You can't tell anyone this, but I've always liked it more than the one I learned from Batman."

Cassie gave a broken laugh, and a smile tugged at the corners of Tim's lips. "C'mon, start your count," he cajoled.

He sat on the line as she struggled through the exercise, murmuring encouragement and feeling his heart break every time she nearly broke off into a sob. It didn't sound like she'd had much time to actually process what had happened--who she'd lost. How she'd lost her. The friend she'd been betrayed by in the process.

(How had that even--No. Shut up, Tim, he told himself sternly. He had questions (he had so many questions), but it wasn't the time.)

"Thanks," Cassie said, finally, when it had just been the two of them sitting in silence for five or ten minutes. She was hoarse but distinctly present for the first time on this call.

"Always," Tim promised. He sat back in the big chair, chewing on the inside of his lip. "Is there anythign I can... I mean." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I know you've got the, uh, business side of things covered. But is there anything I can do for you?"

"I... no, there's... there's nothing." Cassie blew out a careful, shaky breath, resisting the impulse to start crying again.

"So that was the polite answer," Tim said. "What's the real one?"

She was silent for a long moment. Tim didn't really have a good idea of what Themyscira looked like, beyond being Grecian and idyllic, but he decided to picture her leaning on the stone railing of a balcony, staring out across the sea. "I just can't wrap my brain around it, Tim," she said softly. "I can't understand why she would..."

Ah. Yeah, that would be why she'd call him, instead of Kon or Bart or her mom. He spent a lot of time thinking about murder and the people who were capable of it.

"You're having a hard time letting go because it doesn't seem like you've really solved it," he surmised, with the sympathy of experience. He blew out a breath, folding his legs underneath himself, and pointed out gently, "But you know she did it, Cassie. And you don't know her that well, do you?"

"Yes, I do," Cassie snapped back, with a vehemence that made him blink. "We were together nearly 24/7 for weeks while we were looking for Yara, Tim. She's hot-headed and no nonsense and dedicated and she cares. She cares about the Bana-Mighdall. She cares about the Amazons. She cares about women and the daily injustices we're subjected to, and just because we don't always agree about how to handle that doesn't mean she's a cold-blooded murderer! She was Wonder Woman for a while, for fuck's sake!"

"Sorry," Tim said, contrite. "You're right."

Cassie huffed, then sniffled again, muttering. "At least you can recognize that."

"Diana giving you a hard time?" he guessed.

"Donna."

"Ah. Dick's on the phone with her right now, I think. Maybe he can calm her down."

Cassie made a doubtful noise. "She's grieving. Furious. And pissed at me for letting Artemis loose during the battle," she admitted. "So she's not really interested in listening to anyone right now, even her bestie." There was a quiet, staticky noise, like she'd scrubbed her hand over her face. "I'm going to have to stop her from killing Artemis once we find her."

Tim whistled, low and slow. "I'm sorry, Cassie."

"It would be easier if I just understood why she did it," she said, frustration roughening her voice. At a mutter, she added, "It would also be easier if Donna and I weren't sharing a tent."

Ah. No longer on Themyscira then. He revised his mental picture to Cassie sitting in the middle of a forest clearing, knees drawn up to her chest as she rested her chin on them moodily.

"If you're certain that Artemis wouldn't just... spontaneously commit an assassination..."

"You heard it when you said it, right?"

"Yeah," Tim agreed, drumming his fingers on his thigh. He usually tried to maintain stubborn ignorance to what Jason and the Outlaws were up to at any given time, but the explosions were hard to miss. He had a hard time imagining any of them at the center of a coldly calculating political assassination. And he knew that she'd eventually earned Bruce's deeply begrudging respect as Wonder Woman, even if he'd been pissy about her not being Diana the whole time. "Okay, so there's something you're missing. It didn't happen the way you think it happened. Maybe it was an accident?"

"She accidentally harvested poisonous berries from Brazil, followed Hippolyta into her bedroom, and slipped them into her tea?" Cassie asked dryly.

"Well. Okay, no." Tim huffed a laugh, even though it wasn't really funny. "Mercy, maybe. If we weren't talking about immortal Amazons, I'd ask if Hippolyta had a terminal illness or something."

"Why would she involve Artemis instead of Diana or Phillipus? Or even Nubia? And the timing--this almost caused a schism, Tim. Things have been weird for a while because Hera's up to something and the Esquecida are so new and strange, so this was like striking a match next to a leaky gas pipe. " Cassie's hair brushed the mic as she shook her head. "No. Even if Hippolyta had been cursed or something, that doesn't make sense."

"I don't think I know enough about Amazonian or Olympian politics to hazard any further guesses," Tim admitted. "This one's gonna have to be on you, Wonder Girl."

"Yeah," she sighed. "But talking to you helped. Got my thoughts in order a little, if nothing else."

"Good."

They were quiet for a long moment, Tim's mind musing over the concept of murder on Paradise Island. It sounded like the tagline on a mystery novel from the 40's.

"I could use a hug right now," Cassie admitted, her voice growing wobbly again.

"Bart would probably wake up if I called him," Tim offered. "We could be there in two minutes, tops. Maybe Kon, too, if he's not busy with farm chores already."

"No, that's--"

"I already told you, I'm not accepting polite answers tonight," Tim broke in sternly.

"...Two minutes?" Cassie said, hopefully.

"What good is having a speedster on the payroll if you can't shamelessly abuse his powers to orchestrate a group hug on minimal notice?" Tim stood up, stretching. "I'll rally the troops. Text me your coordinates."

[winchesterszvonecek]

Play Pretend - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ] PT.3

Summary: You ask Otis to attend your family reunion with you on one condition… that he pretends to be your boyfriend requested

Word Count: 3743

Warnings: female!reader, mentions of body shaming/eating disorders, fluff

Masterlist | Otis Masterlist

part one | part two | part four

From the second you stepped foot over the threshold into the party, you wanted to go home. The music felt too loud despite it being relatively low. The hushed conversations of those around you seemed to annoy you more than usual, as did the looks being fired your way as you and Otis delved deeper into the room.

Your hold on his arm tightened, as though you were afraid he'd be snatched away from you and you'd be left to fend for yourself all night. You could hear your mothers voice, your aunt's obscenely loud laugh. You could hear your father in the middle of telling the same golf story he told every year and your cousins were already huddled in the corner of the room. Same with your grams who was seated in her arm chair talking too loudly for comfort.

You didn't understand how people could enjoy this night when it was the same as it was every year. The same stories. The same laughs. It was all so overdone by now, one of the reasons why you hated being here every single year. But this year you were praying things would be different, as this year had something the previous ones didn't. This year had Otis.

You glanced over at Otis, his face displaying all the emotions you seemed to have inside you. You always were good at hiding how you truly felt, you had to be, living in this family. But Otis, well he wasn't exactly the best at covering up how he really felt. And if he kept looking like he was being held hostage, he was going to blow your cover.

"Will you please relax?" You hissed through gritted teeth, flashing a smile towards an old friend of your fathers as you passed him by. "You're going to blow our cover."

"I am relaxed." Otis replied, in a completely contradictory tone than his words.

"Really? Because you look constipated."

"Okay, rude." He whispered, taking a breath to try and calm himself down. He couldn't help but be nervous, not with the amount of eyes currently watching the two of you. "I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting... this."

"Now you see why I threaten to drown myself every year." You said hushed, doing your best not to scrunch your face up when you spotted your old high school friend across the room. The one you'd have been set up with had Otis not come to your rescue.

"That I do." Otis whispered before you heard your name being called from across the room, the voice which had said it making you close your eyes for a second and pray that a giant hole would open up in the middle of the room and swallow you into it.

"Y/N, darling... There you are." Your mother said, weaving her way through her guests to come and see you and making you have to resist the urge to hide behind Otis

"Mom." You smiled, a fake smile which dropped the second your mother pulled you in for a hug. Your smile reappeared again when you let go, Otis seemingly surprised at just how good you were at acting like you wanted to be here. "You look nice." You added, knowing how your mother got when you didn't compliment her.

"Oh, thank you darling." She replied a little smugly, brushing her hair to the side and not bothering to return the compliment.

You flashed Otis a look, one that clearly said 'see what I have to deal with', making him roll his lips to hide a smile before your mothers eyes landed on him, her eyebrow arching as she looked him up and down. You had to bite your tongue at the subtle look in which she fired his way, the one only you were able to decipher. The one that showed she clearly wasn't impressed with him.

"You must be Brian." Your mother said a little coldly which had you glare at her. You knew she was pissed that she wouldn't get to set you up with Desmond, your old high school friend, but she could at least be nice.

"Yes, ma'am." Otis swallowed, holding his hand out in front of him. You watched as your mother simply glanced down at it, her nose literally turning up as though she was offended by the gesture. You heard Otis mumble under his breath at being left hanging and he lowered his hand awkwardly back down to his sides as you sighed gently, already regretting your decision to ask him here since he'd most likely be getting picked apart all night.

You tightened your hold on his arm, as though apologising for your mothers behaviour without actually having to say it out loud, as you knew she would not have appreciated being called out. Although you had the right mind to, given what she'd just done.

"Y/N darling, have you been eating sugar again?" Your mother tutted, shaking her head as she brought two fingers under your chin, making you bite down hard on your tongue so you didn't say anything. You could see the furrowed brow Otis had, the disgusted look in which he tried to conceal over your mothers clear and obvious attempts at body shaming you.

Otis would be the first to defend you on any other given day as there was nothing wrong with your body. The body in which he found completely and utterly perfect. The one he'd give anything to be able to run his hands and his lips over. But given that you, who was known for not holding back, hadn't said anything, he figured it was best that he did the same.

"Really, dear... You must take better care of yourself." Your mother sighed, making you swat her hands away before she could touch you anywhere else. You'd never felt more embarrassed as you did right now, standing next to Otis, who at this moment was your boyfriend, getting body shamed by your own mother... Maybe you should have skipped out on this party after all.

"Okay, well we're going to go and find dad now." You said with a fake cheery tone, pulling Otis with you as you began to walk away from your mother, who made no attempt at calling you back. You let out a shaky sigh when you got far enough away, sparking a touch of concern in your date.

"Are you okay?" Otis whispered, noticing that you were dragging him towards the bar rather than your father.

"I'm fine." You replied quietly, not wanting him to know just how much your mothers words seemed to affect you. You always had struggled with your body, your self esteem. You never thought you were good enough. Or pretty enough. Or thin enough. But lately you'd been getting better. Lately you'd been seeing yourself in a different light but now? Now you felt as though you'd been thrown right back down to the bottom of the ladder. "Let's just get a drink."

Otis simply nodded his head, not wanting to push you further on the topic as he could tell you didn't want to talk about it anymore. What he really wanted was to tell you that you were perfect the way you are and not to listen to what your mother said, but he was worried you'd think he was just making it up. So instead, he stayed quiet.

You grabbed a glass of champagne from the table, downing half of it in one mouthful as you took a second to breathe before delving back into things. You knew you had to greet at least a few more people and show your face a little longer before you and Otis could go somewhere and get drunk, but before you did that, you at least needed to be five percent less sober than you'd been when you walked in.

"Y/N dear, is that you?" You heard the voice of one of your mothers closest friends as you downed the remainder of your champagne, earning a rather impressed look from Otis who'd only taken a sip of his. Although given what had just happened, it was no surprise that you felt the need to drown yourself in alcohol.

"Marjory... Hi." You said awkwardly, as you turned to face her. You always hated being alone around her as sometimes, she just never stopped talking. She pulled you in for a hug, one that made Otis chuckle softly and hide his smile behind his glass at your obvious hatred for this moment.

You pulled back, falling in line with him again and slipping your arm around his waist, but not before you pinched him in the side a little for laughing, something he didn't think you'd noticed.

"This must be your new boyfriend." Marjory said, sending a flutter through Otis's stomach again over the word boyfriend. "Geoffrey, dear, come on over here and meet Y/N's new boyfriend." She called towards her husband, making you groan softly as he was even worse than she was.

"My, my... Such a strapping young lad." Geoffrey bellowed, patting his large belly as he approached. You rolled your lips a little at the way Otis briefly choked on his champagne, making him cough lightly to himself over being called strapping by a man who looked like Santa Claus.

"Isn't he just such a cutie pie?" Marjory laughed, in a way that could only be described as a cackle. "It's no wonder he managed to catch the attention of our Y/N... He's just her type, isn't that right dear?"

You blushed as Otis looked over at you, his eyebrow arched a little over the new fun little fact he'd learned about you. He'd never have thought he was your type given who you'd dated in the past but according to your parents' oldest friends, who knew you longer than he had and had seen who you'd dated before you met him, it appeared as though he was. And by the way you avoided his gaze, it seemed even more so like they were right.

"Is that right?" Otis said, deciding to play along and embarrass you a little more over making him believe he wasn't your type.

"Oh yes, dear." Marjory replied, nodding her head a little. "I'll never forget her first love... I tell you, he had quite the moustache." She added in a whisper, making you mutter 'oh God' under your breath as she continued to expose you.

A few more relatives and friends of the family joined the circle, making you want to run away even more than you had earlier, but unfortunately for you there wasn't much you could do but play the role in which you'd brought Otis here to play.

"Your mother said the two of you met at work, but how did you get together?" Marjory asked, making you and Otis share a slightly confused look as you hadn't quite discussed that part of your act as you figured people would just assume from the fact that you met at work.

"It was, uh..." You spluttered, feeling as though the game was about to end when you could even figure out what to say.

"It was during a department gala." Otis said for you, sparking intrigue amongst those around you.

"That's right." You nodded, giving his waist a gentle squeeze as though thanking him for saving you. You knew you'd be able to manage spinning out a story now given that you had a foundation to work on. One that happened to be true. "Brian here..." You contained, placing your hand on his chest, making him pray you couldn't feel his heart hammering from your touch. "...was so nervous to ask me to go with him... I still remember how he stammered over his words, getting all flustered and worried I'd say no."

"That's not how I remember it." Otis spoke up, earning your attention as you squinted a little, wondering just what game he was trying to play now. "I seem to remember that you were the one who asked me. And before you all ask..." He turned to the crowd who listened intensely. "Yes, she was very, very nervous. But me? Well, I was as calm as can be."

"Oh." You chuckled out, leaning back away from him a little so you could look at him properly. "Is that how you think it went? Well I am sorry to burst your bubble, babe, but I think you'll find that my story is the correct one." Your fingertips touched your chest as you spoke, feeling the coldness off the necklace Otis had given you as it sat between your collarbones.

"No. No, it was definitely mine." Otis said playfully, making your parents' friends awe over how well the two of you seemed to get along. Not to mention the not so subtle flirting either.

"Well whoever's it was... Mine." You added quickly and quietly towards the end as you turned back to your audience. "Once we got there, the first thing he did was ask me to dance. Now, I'm not much of a dancer but when he looked at me with those cute, little, puppy dog eyes he gets when he wants something, well I just didn't have the heart to say no... And as he held me and as he whispered in my ear about how pretty I looked..."

You glanced over at him, noticing how he was staring at you with such adoration in his eyes it made the story you were telling actually seem like it could be real. Part of the story was real. You both had attended the gala together and you had danced. He had held you close and told you how pretty you looked. But the next part, the part that was just about to leave your lips, well that was incorrect. As you were in love with him for a long time before that night ever happened.

"That's when I knew I was in love." You added with a whisper, your heart beating so fast you thought it might explode through your ribcage. You felt as Otis's fingers brushed lightly against your cheek, his eyes staring deeply into yours as he all but kissed you with them.

He knew that part of the story wasn't true, or at least he thought it wasn't. But the way you said it. The soft tone in which you spoke, not to mention the way you looked at him, the deep love in your eyes. It all made it feel as though, for just a second, that it was real.

"My, what a romantic story." Marjory said softly, pulling you both from the trance that would have ended with the two of you kissing. You turned to her, offering her a polite smile before she began to grill the two of you for more information.

Lucky for you both the answers came smoothly given that you didn't have to lie about any of them. You told them all about your friendly competitions and your late night movie marathons when everyone else in the firehouse was asleep. You talked about the temporary Chief who had had it out for Otis, the day he'd slipped in that bowling alley and how hard you had to bite your tongue so as to not say anything.

You mentioned all about how Herrmann called you both an old married couple. Or how Mouch would complain that you were flirting with each other as he was trying to watch TV. You mentioned Halloween and the time you both went as Fred and Daphne from Scooby Doo, given how it had been your favourite cartoon growing up. You told them everything you could think of to make them believe you were a couple and by the end of it, both you and Otis thought the very same thing...

Why weren't you both a real couple?

"Well, I must say... It's no surprise the two of you fell in love, what with how close you both seemed to be." Marjory replied, pulling you both from your attempts at answering the question you were thinking.

You smiled briefly, bringing your free hand up to hold Otis's arm as you leaned your head against his bicep, feeling his hold on your waist tighten. All you wanted was to be alone with him. To ask him why the two of you weren't really a couple. But no matter how much you wanted to ask him that question, you knew you'd never have the courage to do it. And unfortunately, neither did Otis.

The night carried on a little, you introduced Otis to your grandmother, who like you'd told him, had pinched his cheeks and rambled on and on about how he reminded her of her first husband. Which he didn't. Her first husband was blonde and clean shaven. Not to mention the fact that he was her only husband.

You did your best to keep Otis away from your aunt, who you could see making eyes towards him, which only made you jealous and made you seem extra possessive over him as you kept touching his chest anytime she was near, something he swiftly picked up on. And something he liked. Although it appeared as though your aunt didn't like you purposely keeping, who she knew as, your boyfriend away from her and her wandering hands, as when you bumped into her at the buffet table, she just had to go and ruin what had turned into a rather enjoyable night.

"Really, Y/N dear, your fifth finger sandwich?" Your aunt said condescendingly, tutting a little and making your mood sink. As did your shoulders, something Otis seemed to notice as he was quick to wrap his arm around you, almost protectively.

"Really, Patty, your fifth husband?" You snapped back, hearing Otis choke lightly on his drink over your words. Your aunt seemed completely stunned at your attitude, one she'd never seen before due to your ability at playing a role. But it appeared as though tonight you were sick and tired of pretending to be someone you're not.

And you were even more sick and tired of people commenting on your body as you'd heard even more about it from your mother after she'd cornered you and tried to force you to talk to Desmond, despite the fact that you told her you were happy with Otis.

"I beg your pardon?" Your aunt replied, her hand landing on the obscenely large pearls around her neck just as your mother approached.

"Sorry, did I say fifth husband? I meant fifth divorce." You fired back, this time hearing a soft snort coming from Otis which had your aunt fire him an equally outraged glare.

"Y/N!" Your mother scolded, appalled at your apparent behaviour. You set the sandwich that started all this aside, about to open your mouth to respond before Otis grabbed hold of your hand, as well as your attention.

"I think you've had a little too much to drink, don't you... Sweetie?" He added for good measure, not wanting you to cause a scene amidst the reunion. He knew you weren't drunk as you'd only had one glass of champagne, surprisingly, but he figured a little white lie would be better than what may come next if he allowed you to carry on.

And as much as he knew you, and your cousins, who you'd talked to early about how awful these parties were, would very much like you to keep going, he figured you'd appreciate this more as that way you wouldn't have to deal with your mother afterwards.

You allowed Otis to lead you outside, finding yourself in desperate need of a cool down. It had been a long night, not from the acting though as that came relatively easy given you and Otis's actual love for one another, but it was mainly from all the talking... And the retelling of stories to multiple different people. Not to mention the body shaming and overall bitchiness from your mother and aunt. No, it was no surprise at all that once you went outside you found that you didn't want to go back in.

"They have no right to speak to you like that." Otis said a little angrily, his hands gripping the railing of the decking you both stood upon.

"It's okay, really... I'm used to it." You replied a little sadly, making Otis's heart sink as you looked away from him, as though you didn't want him to pity you. You felt his hand land atop yours, offering you a touch of warmth. You looked over at him, his eyes twinkling brightly in the moonlight as he stared deeply into yours.

"They're wrong you know..." He said softly, making your eyes shift from his to look down at his feet. He lifted his hand, using his finger to raise your chin back up to look at him again. "There's nothing wrong with how you look."

"I know." You choked out a little, feeling your eyes start to swell up. "But when you hear something often enough... You start to believe it."

Otis stepped forward, gently wiping away a tear that had fallen from your eye before he pulled you into his arms, your own slipping under his suit jacket as you held him tighter than ever before. You couldn't begin to explain just how much comfort he brought you. How just one hug from him could have your eyes drying up in no time as you forgot all about what had made you sad in the first place.

You felt his lips against the side of your head, placing a gentle kiss against it before you pulled back a little, your eyes finding his as they'd done earlier that night when you'd been in a similar position.

"There's something I want to show you." You whispered, stepping back before you kissed him. "Something special... Something I think you'll like."

"Yeah?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow out of intrigue as he wondered what you might want to show him. He watched as you held out your hand, cocking your head out towards the garden as he laced his fingers with yours and allowed you to pull him down the patio steps and towards whatever it was that you wanted to show him.

Part Four

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[bellsartblog]

in the mood to drew my Ocs so i wanna share them :))) here is lord salt, lord Mercury and lord Sulfur. i honestly just picked these title from the alchemy formation thingy on pinterest. i think i'll rename them again later on :ppp

the context is when they were in the middle of the game/ tournament, they were mentored/ taken care of by the creature living there. so when they won/ ascend to god hood, they took part of the creature into their anatomy as a way to honor them and to carry on the idea that they represent.

Lord Salt is first. his god name's Parous (pa-roh-us). the creature that took care of him was a were tiger so his hair got shaped to look like cat ear :333 (i took inspo from dehya from genshin impact). Does he have actual ears? sometime he do, sometime he doesn't :p. his vibe is supposed to be serious/ non approachable but also unkept because he refused to let himself rest.

lord Mercury is like a quarter dog. his god name's Aortus (ah-or-tus) it's not necessarily that the creature that took care of him were canines? he was never in one place for too long. he had dogs and he loved them for their loyalty and their trustworthiness. other than his dog ears, he has a tail and hind legs. He is trying hard to prove himself to the other gods that, despite being the youngest, he's worthy of his place and doesn't need to be cuddle?/helicopter parented over.

Lord Sulfur is a combination of dragon+ turtle and human. his god name's Iborta (ee-boar-tah). he was taken care of by a trio of serpents and a village of turtles. the turtles gave him a home to came back to while the serpent looked over him when he traveled into their terratory.he let his hair grow because He prefers to look more fem then masc and also it represents how long he had lived.

another thing is due to emotional constipation? mentally they didn't grow up much since when they entered the game so supposedly, iborta should look the youngest then Parous the Aortus.

Age wise, iborta is the olderest then parous then aortus. I'll go into their interpersonal relationships when i drew their full body design.

[azurethebassist]

i banged this out really quick but here’s Azure! he’s a metalocalypse oc (i usually don’t make ocs for existing media so this is kinda new to me)

more about him under the cut!

name: Azure “Az” Blue

age: probably way older than he looks (he’s around the same age as Pickles)

gender: trans male

height: 5 foot even

ethnicity: Filipino, US raised

personality: Az is simultaneously the smartest person you’ll ever meet and the biggest fucking idiot. he lacks some social skills and common sense but he graduated college on the chancellor’s list with pretty much perfect grades. he doesn’t really emote well, no matter what he’s feeling he’ll probably have the same face. he’s really genuine, he doesn’t like to be fake and doesn’t like when others are being fake. sometimes his bluntness can be off-putting. he’s sort of emotionally constipated but he’s trying his best.

about: Az grew up in the suburbs up in New England. he had troubles fitting in as a kid. y’know, the classic punky kid out of place in a suburban town. he moved to LA for college in the 80s, there he joined a punk band, Against It, as the bassist. Azure started his medical transition when he moved to LA. Az meets Pickles in an alleyway outside of a club he was performing at. SNB was still just starting out so Pickles wasn’t really famous or anything (Azure didn’t particularly like Snakes n Barrels tbh). Pickles asks Az for a light and one thing leads to another and they end up banging in the alleyway. they have a weird “are they together or what?” kind of thing going on for a while. When SNB takes off Pickles tries his best to stay in contact with Az but it ends up not working out. Azure is like “whatever, i’m over it. he didn’t mean anything to me anyways” but that is a Huge Lie. Pickles thinks about him a lot, he wonders how Azure is and what he’s doing and if he still thinks about Pickles as much as Pickles thinks about him. Azure wants to be done with Pickles, it’s been years and years since he’s heard from him but his band Against It is touring with Dethklok. Az wants to refuse but the band, that had only been enjoying middling success for years, will really benefit from touring with such a popular band.

[fixfoxnox]

A quick guide to my version of the Sanderson family, though the dynamics will slightly change no matter what AU you're in you can expect to see these characters as Roach's family (in some AU's Roach's family may be larger in which case I move to back up siblings who are not listed here):

Father: Thomas Sanderson

Thomas is a rather stoic man who, like many fathers, can be extremely emotionally constipated. He has a hard time show emotion to anyone other than his wife

Despite that he does a number of typical dad things like watching out for his kids and always showing up for them when in trouble

When it comes to big decisions he tends to defer to his wife and let her make the choices, even if it might alienate him from his kids.

Mother: Carol Sanderson

Carol is a mom who loves being a mom. She cares for her children deeply and is willing to fight for them

She isn't afraid to tell her children when she disagrees eith them, so.ething that can lead to fights due to her belief of always knowing what is best

She is the more forceful of the Sanderson parents and has been known for cursing out doctors and teachers who have tried to avoid giving her children the help that they need

She can be extremely stubborn and it often takes a great deal to actually get her to change her mind on things

Eldest Child: Johnathan Sanderson

The oldest of the Sanderson children and a giant goofball

Johnathan has always been the playful and teasing older brother and anyone who see's him can tell how much he adores and care for his younger siblings

He is married to a woman named Melissa with three children of his own and absolutely lives for being a father

He owns a local and successful bar in his home town where he acts as owner and bar tender

Middle Child: Edward "Eddie" Sanderson

The middle child of the Sanderson family and the child who takes the most after his father

He can be a bit more serious and "allergic to fun" in comparison to his older brother Johnathan, but most of it is born out of a deep worry and care for his family.

He is married to a woman named Alice and they have five children.

He works as a doctor in a local office, but did work for a period as a doctor at a large hospital in state

Youngest Child: Gary "Roach" Sanderson

The baby of the Sanderson family

Military (obvi)

Usually in some sort of struggle with his mother because of her worry about the danger of his career choice.

[kennahjune]

Hear me out:

My favorite Stranger Things trope is Found Family. Like yeah sure everything else is awesome but found family hits different. Especially to someone with a somewhat dysfunctional family.

My favorite found families, however, are any that include Mike and Steve. (Especially one or the other with Hopper adopting them.)

So hear me out: I combine them.

No not literally. Just the tropes. Give me Mike and Steve finding a family in each other.

Like— yeah, sure. Mike has the Party, and his actual family (or— at least— he has Nancy (somewhat)) and Steve has Robin and Dustin but— it’s not the same. They love them, don’t get them wrong, but they don’t always understand.

Maybe Dustin does a bit. His moms not always there and his dads dead but— Claudia tries. And that’s the difference between Dustin and Mike/Steve.

But everyone else? They don’t have a full grasp on how hurtful parental neglect can actually be. They don’t realize how much of a toll it can take on a child’s mental health and self-worth.

Mike and Steve do know. They’ve experienced it firsthand, in fact.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out Ted Wheeler cared very little about Mike (or any of his kids, really). Mike’s convinced that Ted doesn’t even know his birthday or middle name (April 7 and Quincy (Karen thought it was cute at the time)).

And as much as Mike loves his mother, Karen Wheeler isn’t much of an exception. She gets a pass because of Holly, but that’s just about it. She’s not really there for Mike other than when she deems she needs to be.

We don’t even know anything about Steve’s parents outside of the fact that they’re literally never home. Like— 4 seasons and not once do we meet Mr. and Mrs. Harrington? They’re either dead or Steve lives on his own.

Now give me emotionally-constipated Mike slowly leaning on Steve for help. Because Steve worked things out, right? Steve managed to get his emotions and attitude under control, and maybe he could help Mike.

That’s really all I want. Mike and Steve being each others support systems because they get each other. They understand the neglect and emotional-constipation and the inability to express your feelings because when you do try they’re pushed aside and forgotten about. They understand each other in the sense that they’d do ANYTHING to protect those they care about. In the sense that they’re traumatized kids with no authority figure to help them through it.

Now give me Joyce Byers and (begrudgingly) Jim Hopper. Both of who recognize this and try to subtly step in.

Joyce is immediate with it. She’s practically raised Mike and she’ll finish the goddamn job if she has to. She’ll take Steve to, don’t fucking test her.

And then Hopper who “hates” them both because of Mike and El and how Steve used to act. But he recognizes the blatant neglect in their lives and while sure— it may or may not be a little too late to make up their childhoods, it isn’t too late for them to know that someone cares. That Hopper cares, no matter how horrible he is at showing it.

Maybe throw Max into the mix as well.

Max understanding Mike and Steve on another level. She understands the neglect and shattered hope that they carry with them. Recognizes that hateful flash in Steve’s eyes when anyone brings up his parents. Billy used to get the same flash when someone mentioned Neil. Recognizes the way Mike seems to close in on himself when people ask him about himself. She does the same thing because she doesn’t know how else to react. Recognizes the refusal to talk about their own emotions—subtly changing topics to keep it out of conversation. Because she does the exact. Same. Thing.

And you know what? Give me Steve, Max and Mike spending a summer together. Give me the three of them leaning on each other for support and advice. Max and Mike looking to Steve for how to open up. Steve looking after the 2 of them and the 2 of them looking out for Steve.

I’m dubbing them the No Parents Trio.

Over and Out.

[idiot-with-a-cat-pen]

otp questions fair game list but it’s by an idiot who can’t sit in a chair correctly

“pens you’re alive???!?!??!?” yes unfortunately anyway the list, minus a couple of them because they’re a bit nsfw and im not here for it

i’ll put it under a read more because im not a sadist

1. Who is the most affectionate?

clover. no justification just facts

2. Most common argument?

do u know,,,, what its like,,,, to be AFRAID of yourself??? i could hurt u! i could- (translation: qrow telling clover to Fuck Off before he gets hurt)

3. Who apologizes first?

clover. qrow is emotionally constipated and sits on the roof brooding until clover comes up to find him

4. Favorite (non-sexual) activity to do together?

board game night or some shit, idk. clover always wins

5. Who drives and who rides shotgun?

clover drives and scolds qrow for putting his feet on the dash

6. Who is most likely to carry the other?

clover initially but then qrow gets tired of him showing off and starts Picking Him Up to establish dominance in the middle of combat or something

7. Nicknames?

lucky charm and cloves are the obvious ones. soldier boy. dipshit. idk what clover calls qrow but it’s probably something disgustingly affectionate and qrow gets embarrassed every time

8. Who proposes?

clover probably, qrow is still in his “you dont want the burden of my name” arc

9. Who sings along with the radio?

qrow but in bird form ONLY

10. Who worries most?

probably qrow but poor clover is also pretty fuckin worried about qrow 24/7

11. Who always wants to take selfies with the other?

clover needs content for his instagram (which is private and has qrow’s account tagged with a bunch of hearts in his bio. qrow doesn’t even have a pfp. he forgot the password 3 years ago.)

12. Who likes to playfully tease the other?

yes

13. Who has the weirdest taste in their music?

qrow. his spotify is a mixture of the most emo ass shit, nightcore emo shit, and terraria boss music. 

14. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

clover. qrow remembers too but clover orders so

15. Who is embarrassed to take their clothes off in front of the other?

im sure clover has some form of trauma after the whole chapter 12 incident. i wouldnt be surprised if there was a fic already about clover’s insecurities around his giant ass chest scar

but like also it’s clover 

16. Who initiates kisses?

clover mostly

17. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

also clover. qrow is too busy Repressing his Emotions to do such a thing but clover holding his hand is like therapy even if he wont admit it

18. Who brings an animal they found home?

clover brings a cat home. they name it lucky. they laugh for an hour then realize how stupid they are.

19. Who holds the umbrella for the other when it’s raining?

clover keeps trying to bring qrow an umbrella, but qrow runs away from it because he needs to brood in the rain

20. Who tries to playfully embarrass the other in public?

they’ve got a competition going. both of them are really good at the cocky act though so neither of them have cracked. yet.

21. Who kills the scary bugs?

qrow, with pleasure. clover tries to rescue them as much as possible depending on the bug. cockroaches are on sight tho

22. Who asks the weird questions at random in the middle of the night?

probably neither of them. they’re old, they need their beauty rest

23. Who hogs the blankets?

qrow. even if he’s overheating he still takes clover’s blanket

24. Who wakes up first?

clover wakes up at like 7:30 every morning and makes breakfast. qrow is both awed and disturbed by how well he has his life together. one time, qrow tries to pay him back, so he wakes up at 5am and makes an inappropriate amount of pancakes. (they have to invite nora over to finish the leftovers)

25. Who wants to stay in bed just a bit longer?

qrow emerges from bed at 11am on average. it’s rare to see him out of his pajamas before noon.

26. Who always makes coffee for the other each morning?

tea. but see #24

27. Who cries during certain films or when reading sad books?

clover. qrow absolutely didn’t cry watching the lion king, and even if he did, you have no proof.

28. Who gets scared during horror films?

qrow acts all tough when clover’s clutching a pillow in anticipation, but he falls for every jumpscare

29. Who cuts the other’s hair?

qrow is a master of cutting hair. his niece is yang xiao long.

30. Who says “I love you” first?

clover. qrow will pine away but will never say anything for previously mentioned emo reasons

31. Who tells their friends/family about the relationship first?

clover tells his family. qrow’s family tells HIM. yang and ruby get sick of watching him pine 

32. What do their friends/family thing of the relationship?

ruby and yang are just happy that their uncle qrow is slightly less edgy now. winter is happy for clover but will detest qrow until the day she dies just on principle

33. Who is more likely to ask the other to dance with them?

clover, i mean havent you seen the ballroom scene in v7? where clover asks qrow to dance and they end up getting married and salem leaves because she cant compete? what do u mean that didnt happen?

34. Who cooks best?

qrow is secretly a good cook but you would never know it by the way he pours milk straight into the cereal box

35. Who wears the other’s jacket?

I would say qrow because there’s no way his skinny man jacket fits clover, but let’s be real, clover doesn’t own a fucking jacket

36. Who uses cheesy pickup lines?

clover. have u met the man

37. Who makes the other laugh most?

clover makes qrow laugh a lot, if u count amused huffs as laughter

38. Who needs more reassurance?

guess.

39. Who would have to bail the other out of jail?

clover is usually the law-abiding half of the relationship, plus he’s part of the military so

40. What would be their theme song?

@synvamp (im sorry for tag syn) wrote an absolute banger for them. thats it. whatever universe it is, that’s the one

41. Who would sing their child back to sleep?

clover usually, sometimes qrow tries in bird form but lucky is one evil cat and WILL try to murder him

42. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

live their lives man wdym? clover sends qrow lots of texts though

43. A headcanon about them that stabs your feels?

canon.

44. A headcanon that mends the previous one?

my canon now

if you read all of this you’re a legend, see you in 6 years when i finally finish the next fic chapter

[nomans-land-rp]

🎲-One roll for EL Woowoo.

🎲-Aaaaaand one for Swiss Army Nai.~

Both are subject to Rachael and she prays it's nothing she's going to regret.

@splinter-sister

8. A platonic kiss!

He'd woken up to the sensation of someone nudging him awake and saying his name. Still under a blanket of sleep, Nick barely recognized Rachael's voice saying that she couldn't sleep--maybe something about a nightmare, or general restlessness? Either way, he knew the drill; for some reason, he seemed to be the one that everyone in the party bugged in the middle of the night when they had trouble sleeping. Caz said it was because of his body type and way he clung to people in his sleep that brought a sense of security and comfort, but he never really believed that.

Regardless, even though Rachael didn't outright ask to sleep with him, Nick lifted the blanket up with a groggy grunt inviting her in. After she got comfortable snuggled in next to him he put an arm around her and brought her close to his chest. With a soft kiss to the top of her head, his body relaxed again and he went back to sleep.

5. A firm kiss!

That was a disaster--why Rachael insisted he be the one to try and smooth talk their way into the establishment escaped him. A "pretty-boy face" as she put it didn't do jack shit when your attitude reflected how little you wanted to be doing what you were. What need would he have with being able to woo a human woman when he could just take what he wanted if he wanted it badly enough?

That still didn't stop the redhead from mercilessly ragging on how bad his "game" was; he was too stern, too 'constipated' looking, not 'flirty' enough--laughing at him for how awkward and stiff he looked during the whole exchange until the woman rejected him. Nai didn't care that the plain woman wasn't charmed by him; what did annoy him to no end, however, was Rachael's childish teasing and insults. None of these were important skills! It didn't aid in their survival whatsoever!! So why did it drive him insane when this red head gave him such a hard time about it?!

After a comment about his presumed "lack of any physical affection from a woman growing up", the proverbial Tomas' back broke under the weight of the straw it carried. Why it prompted him to reach out and grab the front of her shirt to pull her in, he wasn't entirely sure. Was it the topic of conversation putting the idea in his head to smash his face against hers? Nai just wanted her to shut up--and his emotional subconscious decided that the best way to do that was to yank her in and firmly press his lips against hers.

It was brief as it was sudden, Nai glaring down at Rachael with piercing blue eyes and just the faintest hint of red on the apples of his cheeks.

"Would you just shut up already?" He growled, still holding her by the front of her shirt. "Do something more useful with your mouth instead of incessantly mocking me. Or was this your way of saying you wanted to kiss me?"

[what-a-weird-rose]

Forgetting

The summer sun glares down on the top of the minivan as it clunks along down the English country-side. Lily slouches in the driver’s seat, sunglasses balanced precariously on the tip of her nose as she struggles to read the landmark signs as she passes them. Marlene sits in the back, as far from any control panel as they could get her, with the stack of CD cases strew about on the seat around her. Next to Marlene is Dorcas, a rather new addition to their chaotic little band of lions, but she fit like a glove, and was promptly invited on their summer road trip as soon as Marlene admitted to their relationship. Then, of course, was Mary. Mary MacDonald who had been dumped unceremoniously on the last day of sixth year by Sirius Black, Mary MacDonald who had been trying to ignore the pitying glances from those who claimed they had seen the way Sirius had glanced at Remus Lupin, Mary MacDonald who had been screwed over at every turn of that godforsaken relationship by some boy who had forgotten her name up-until they started dating in fourth year. She should have known. She had so many opportunities to just accept that Sirius Black wasn’t all in, or at least not as all in as she herself was, and yet, she allowed herself to be blindsided. But Mary knew it wasn’t her fault, she wasn’t at fault for Sirius’ severe emotion-constipation, nor was it her fault that Sirius led her on for so many years because he couldn’t accept whatever he was. Whatever he is, she has to remind herself, Sirius is something, just not her’s.

Despite herself, though, Mary can’t help but blame Remus Lupin. Remus Lupin whose scrawny body, twig legs and spaghetti arms, are too long and too uncontrolled. Remus Lupin who speaks before thinking, or maybe he just doesn’t care for the consequences of his sarcasm and rudeness. Remus Lupin who she knows and yet, she doesn’t know anything about him. Remus Lupin who would never facilitate Sirius Black cheating on her with him, would never kiss, or touch, or indulge Sirius, yet still won him over. Remus Lupin who unwittingly stole Mary MacDonald’s prick of a boyfriend, then rejected him in the middle of the Great Hall, laughing shyly.

She fights the feelings, tooth-and-nail. She fights off the dread of returning next year and having to see the inevitable development in their relationship. She denies and denies and denies until she’s red in the face and Marlene becomes bored. But its hard. Its hard to be okay with your boyfriend-now-ex-boyfriend dumping you in the middle of the Gryffindor Common Room as everyone is filing out and knowing you did nothing wrong but not feeling like you did nothing wrong. Mary spent too many of their allotted road trip time sobbing nastily into whoever’s shoulder she could latch onto -a very embarrassing official meeting with Dorcas, really.

But now, in the passenger seat of the Evans’ family minivan, Mary felt freedom, even as she recalls all the falsities, and love, and promises of forever, they had made.

Mary purses her lips, stretching out in the cushioned seat, listening to Marlene and Dorcas bicker over which CD to play. She listens to Lily hum along to the current song- something American, she thinks, but doesn’t care enough to ask about.

Mary listens to the world as it continues, turning beneath her, and for the afternoon, at least, she decides to forget about everything but the net step, and also making fun of Marlene- can never forget about making fun of Marlene.

[agena87]

get to know a simmer

I was tagged by the awesome @igotsnothing. Thanks for thinking of me 💛

show your wallpaper: I answered a similar question HERE

last song you listened to: I'm currently listening to Exit Music (For A Film) by Radiohead.

currently reading: The Script book for Good Omens season 1 (some of Neil's directions/commentaries are hilarious)

last movie: Um, let's me check my Listography, 'cause I don't remember... OK, it was "Les 12 Travaux d'Astérix" (the 19th of March!)

last show: Good Omens (I'm preparing for next month ^^)

craving: something good to eat, but I can't pinpoint what, my mouth refuses to tell me (I think it's something sugary - but not too much -, with a soft texture, and probably cold)(yes, I feel in my mouth what food I wanna eat, so what?)

what are you wearing right now: panties and a Veronica Mars t-shirt (I'm in bed, it's 1:30AM)

how tall are you: 162 cm, I think.

piercings: I used to have my ears pierced (twice each) but I can't wear earrings any more because of hyper-sensibility, so they kinda aren't any more?

tattoos: plenty of small pick'n'poke all over my body, and a rather bigger one representing Grumpy from Disney's Snow White (also a stick'n'poke) on my thigh. All done by me.

glasses/contacts: Glasses, though I rarely wear them.

last thing you ate: Fake Feta cheese (it's not Feta if it's cow milk).

favourite colour: Red (though I have a rather big soft spot for yellow, if it wasn't obvious with the amount I use in my themes/pics + my more used emoji being the yellow heart ^^)

current obsession: Wolfgang Munch, Malcolm Landgraab, and my sweet baby OC, Alfie Dubois.

any pets: not for a few years, now.

favourite fictional character: The King of Self-Loathing, Emotional Constipation, and Denial: Dean Winchester. Because, I also have very low self-esteem (and a guilt complex that could fill a small moon), can't talk about emotions to save my life, and "Denial" might as well be my middle name.

But really, give me any (male, for some reason) character that hates himself and hides his self-hatred and low (if not non-existent) self-esteem behind a sassy and buffoon-y façade, and I'll fall in love with them (I'm looking at you Stiles Stilinski, Klaus Hargreeves, Nathan Young, Garrus Vakarian, the Master - OK, that one is not exclusively male -, Gwaine, or Spike). I guess, I also am a sassy buffon who hide their self-loathing behind a façade.

last place you traveled: Do you think I have money to travel? I'm an unemployed disable person, I don't travel. But, I went to see my grandma who lives about 800 km away (which is a rather long distance for France, OK? It totally count) last October.

Tagging: anyone who wants to do this!